check her blood pressure

Expectant - Request

Requested by anon:  could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…

Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.

Word count: 2,807

A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by xthismeanswar

London had never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week – or at least not one Sherlock cared about.

With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.

(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.

“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.

“Anxiety?” She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.

“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”

Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.

“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.

Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.

She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”

(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”

“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.

“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.

“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.

“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”

“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”

Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.

Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.

“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.

“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.

“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.

“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”

“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.

“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.

“She’s not sick.”

“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”

“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.

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I Heart My Dads

by Zach Kobayashi, Marketing Assistant, DoSomething.org

When you have two dads, June can become somewhat of a hectic month, but it’s also a distinctly special time.  The various Pride events throughout the month represent a feeling and a movement that resonates more strongly, and Father’s Day brings its own set of emotions.  June is a particularly important time of the year for Marly Leighton, Business Development Manager at DoSomething.org, and her family.  Marly and her dads have been working together to fight for their equality and for the entire LGBTQ community since she came out in her freshman year of college, and she had supported her dads in their fight long before then.  Now, Marly continues to fight for the LGBTQ community alongside her dads and through her work at DoSomething.org, helping to support campaigns like Celebrate Pride and Free to Pee.

Born to young, religious parents from Oklahoma, a five-year-old Marly found it difficult to understand when her dad came out as gay and her parents divorced.  It wasn’t until she was seven that Marly started to understand what it meant for her dad to be gay.  He had sat her down in a Wendy’s one night to explain it to her.  Her religious upbringing had led her to believe that her dad must be going to hell because of his sexuality, but her dad helped her understand his sexuality in its full truth and encouraged her to consider different perspectives as she grew up, even beyond sexuality.

Marly’s dad met his current partner, who she now calls her “bonus dad,” during her freshman year of high school.  Shortly after her dad started seeing his partner, Dan, Marly turned sixteen.  For her birthday dinner, Dan chose a vegetarian restaurant in Dallas because Marly was a vegetarian at the time.  It was this moment that helped her realize that Dan was thoughtful in ways he wasn’t required to be, and his thoughtfulness throughout her life has kept them close.  Both Marly’s dad and Dan have been there for her through difficult breakups, her own coming out during her freshman year of college, and so many years of her life.  

Marly continues to support her dads in return by encouraging them to stay healthy so they can be there for her for many more years and can continue their fight for the LGBTQ community.  After a family friend went for a routine check up a few months ago and was rushed to the hospital for emergency heart surgery, Marly called her dads and told them to visit their doctors for check ups.  She now regularly encourages her dads to have regular check ups with their doctors and be mindful of their heart health.  

The next time Marly visits her dads will be at a Father’s Day cookout, and she plans to give them cards that encourage them to check their blood pressure and consider their heart health.  Through DoSomething.org’s I Heart Dad campaign, everyone can help remind their dad to check his blood pressure and think about his health.  Marly encourages her dads to be healthy to show her love for them, and everyone can show love for their dad with DoSomething.org.

Not Again: Part 2

by: mldrgrl
Rating: PG13
Summary: See Part 1

Part 2: Returned
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10

Chapter 11, Day 23:

Mulder hasn’t called her, but Scully isn’t surprised.  He has essentially left the ball in her court.  She knows though, it’s not about whether or not she stays or leaves, it’s about being a part of the conversation.  He wants her to be a part of a monumental decision he’s about to make, and that says a lot to her about the way things must have been when she left.  Something like that is not just consideration between partners and it goes beyond merely including her in his plans.

When she did call the night before, she got his answering machine.  She left him a brief message reminding him about her doctor’s appointment and gave him the time.  She doesn’t know if he’s coming or not.

She arrives early to the appointment and checks in with the receptionist.  There are two other women in the waiting area, one reading a magazine, the other filling out paperwork on a clipboard.  Just as she sits down in an empty chair on the empty side of the room, Mulder walks in.  He smiles when he sees her and she didn’t know how anxious she actually was that he wouldn’t show up until the relief washes over her.

Before he sits, Mulder takes her hand, bringing her wrist to his mouth as he bends down to invade her space.  He puts his free hand on her stomach just for a moment and then he sits beside her, still holding her hand.  The woman across from them, reading the magazine, takes discreet glances in their direction, an amused smile on her lips.

Slightly embarrassed, Scully turns to look at Mulder.  He raises their hands again and rests his cheek against the inside of her arm.

“I missed you,” he mouths to her.

“Me too,” she mouths back.

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Alpha’s Duties (Chapter 6)

Author: sumcp
Chapter Six: The Dire Warning
Characters: Scott McCall x Y/N
Word Count: 5680
Warnings: swearing(Lets face it, I have a potty mouth, there will always be swearing), mentions of death, family violence, murder, physical abuse and terrible sentence structure/grammar.

Note: Everything in italics are flashbacks.

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Chapters: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5

You opened your eyes slowly, hearing the beeping of machines next to you. You groaned softly, trying to sit up in the bed, but when you did you winced. Fuck, that hurt. Your vision was starting to clear and you realized where you were, in the hospital. You noticed an IV in your hand, and you were hooked up to a heart monitor. You lifted your gown to see the claw marks had been stitched up and covered, but you noticed some blood seeping through. You threw the cover off of you, fixing to pull the IV out when someone came through the door.

“Oh no you don’t.” You looked up to see Scott’s mom with her hands on her hip. She made her way to you, swatting your hand away from the IV. “What do you think you are doing, you went into hypovolemic shock, you almost died.” She scolded as she covered you back up. 

“I’m fine.” You stated again, but you knew she was right. The cuts were deeper than you thought, and she was thankful for Chris and Lydia getting her to the hospital.

“If you were fine my son wouldn’t have been carrying your bleeding body into my ER.” She stated, checking your blood pressure and vitals.

You snapped your head in her direction, mouth open. “Wait.. Scott brought me?“  

"Yes he did.” She snapped. Letting your arm fall to the bed with a thud. You bit your lip nervously, not looking her in the eye. She made her way to the door but not before turning back to you with a glare. “I don’t care if you’re related to Chris or not, the next time you try to kill my son.. I won’t save you.” She made her way out of the room, letting the door slam behind her. You smiled shaking your head as you leaned back into the pillows on the bed. I like her. Your eyes started to feel heavy but before you could drift off the door opened again.

Chris came through the door, and made his way to you. The rest of the pack filed into the room, apprehension written on their faces. Chris engulfed you in a hug, careful not to move you too much. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and hugged him back. You let yourself relax in his arms, enjoying the closeness. You pulled back after some time, remembering there were other people in the room. Everyone watched your and Chris’s interaction. You ignored their stares, turning toward your cousin.

“Chris.. I’m so sorry about Allison…” You started but couldn’t find the right words. You saw the hurt in his eyes at the mention of his daughter, but he gave you a grateful smile.

“It’s okay Y/N.” He said, squeezing your shoulder lightly.

“No it’s not.. When I heard I should have came out of hiding. I knew where you were, but I didn’t come. I was to worried.” You sighed, playing with the loose end of the blanket.

“I didn’t know where you were… Y/N what happened? Your supposed to be dead." 

"It’s a long story.” You mumbled, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep and escape all their stares.

“We have plenty of time.” Stiles huffed, narrowing his eyes at you. You glanced at the pack, all of them waiting patiently for you to explain. Your eyes found Scott’s, and for the first time they didn’t spark with anger.

“Thank you for not letting me die.” You looked directly at Scott, smiling at him gratefully.

“Prove I made the right choice.” Scott narrowed his eyes at you sitting into the empty chair in the corned of the room.

“You all might want to take a seat..” You offered, “This is going to take a while.” Everyone began sitting down on the floor, all except for Derek who remained by the door eyeing you suspiciously. “You can sit down Derek.” Gesturing to an open spot near your bed.

“I’m good.” He growled at you, causing you to laugh.

“Alright then…” You trailed off. You knew it was going to take more than a story to convince the pack to trust you, but this was how it starts. “I was a hunter, just like Chris but I’m not anymore.”

“Who are you though.. Does Kate have a long lost kid no one knew about?” Stiles interrupted with the question on everyone’s mind.

“No she doesn’t.” Chris stared at everyone. “But you haven’t met all the Argents." 

"Kate is a sociopath.” You chuckled, earning a couple of nods from the pack. “But my mother makes her look like a saint.” Scott’s eyes widened at that. “I wasn’t raised like Allison. I didn’t get to live a normal life.” Chris pursed his lips, cutting you off.

“Hunter’s are trained at a young age.” He explained. “Victoria and I decided to wait until Allison was 18 before we told her, and that was our choice. Gerard wasn’t happy but he agreed knowing she would eventually be brought in…but my Aunt, Gerard’s sister Helena, was furious. As you know the woman in the Argent family make the decisions. She told us that we either raise her as a hunter, or we get out. It turned into an all out war..” Chris trailed off, and you picked up the story where he left off.

“One that my grandmother won, of course. Her and Gerard were too much a like, crazy about power. They made an agreement and decided to split up the Argent name. Gerard had Kate and Chris, and Helena had my mom Alexandra.”

“Gerard always wanted to be in charge but of course, Helena being a woman, the job went to her even though she was 4 years younger. After they made the agreement, they never spoke again… He was happy about the rift between our families, it meant he had all the power. We raised Allison out of the hunter lifestyle, and I helped Gerard.” Chris grumbled.

“Gerard might be a total dick, but my grandmother Helena was worse.” You seethed. “From the moment I could walk, I was training. I grew up in a world of supernatural. I was home-schooled so I could focus all my spare time training. Walking into Beacon Hills High was the first time I ever set foot into a real school. I’m sure you’ve heard the code we go by right?” You asked, and the pack answered with a nod of their heads. They were listening intently to your story. “When a hunter turns 10, you get brought along on missions.”

“10?!” Stiles exclaimed, looking at Chris for confirmation. Chris nodded his head, jaw set tightly. “No wonder you didn’t want to raise Ally that way..”

“Exactly. It’s a barbaric tradition.”

“Like the one making you kill yourself if your bitten.” You snapped at him, but he didn’t reply. You saw his face, remembering what happened to Victoria. “I’m sorry Chris.. I shouldn’t-" 

"It’s fine Y/N.." 

"Wait, if you said your two families never spoke, why did Y/N say it’s been 8 years since you’ve seen her?” Derek asked, remembering back to the clearing when you first spoke to Chris.

“My grandmother died when I was 10.. Everyone came to her funeral, from both sides. It was the first time since the agreement that either side has seen each other and the last. Allison was a year older than me, the funeral was the only time I ever met her, but she was so nice..” You laughed at the memory.

“Hi, I’m Allison. I’m your cousin.” You stared at the girl in front of you, wearing an all back dress. She was smiling brightly, offering her hand to you.

“Hi I’m Y/N.” You smiled back at her. She sat down next you as the grown ups talked. The service began, and your mother joined you. You looked up at her with sad eyes, a single tear streaming down your face. She pinched your arm causing you to jump, and whispered in your ear.

“Hunters don’t cry Y/N. They compartmentalize.” She reminded you. You looked down at your hands embarrassed at your weakness. The preacher spoke  of the long legacy your grandmother was leaving behind, and it felt overwhelming. You had to remind yourself not to cry, even though your grandmother wasn’t the nicest woman, she was family. You were pulled out of your internal struggle by a hand wrapping around yours. Allison squeezed it, a sad smile on her face. She leaned in just like your mother, but this time you heard words of comfort.

“It’s okay to cry. She was your family, you’re allowed to grieve.” She whispered, giving your hand another squeeze. You knew she wasn’t a hunter, and didn’t realize what that entailed, but you were grateful for the kind gesture. She held your hand the remainder of the service, and for the first time you felt the comfort you longed for.

“She held my hand the entire service.” You looked at Chris fondly, and you could tell her was remembering the moment too.

“She asked about you all the time.” He chuckled. “She always used to ask when we would visit. When she found out about the supernatural, I told her about you too. She wanted to talk to you.. But by then.. We all thought you and Lily were dead.” You froze at the mention of your sister, but Stiles interrupted again.

“Speaking of you being dead.. Why did they think that.” You gave him a pointed look, and he held his hands up in defense. You let go of the moment and continued with the story.

“Like I said when a hunter turns 10 they get to go out and like shadow the other hunters. When they are 13 however.. ” You spoke carefully, looking into Scotts eyes. They had become softer, his once hard brown eyes seemed to melt listening to your story. “When you turn 13, you have to kill your first werewolf.”
You could tell by the look on everyone’s face, they were uncomfortable with the thought of a kid killing someone, and you didn’t blame them. You were so wrapped up in your explanation that you missed Melissa coming into the room.

“Alright y'all, she needs her rest.” She stated, trying to clear out the room.

“No it’s okay Miss McCall.. They can stay. They need to hear this.” You spoke, giving her a small smile.

“Fine but not much longer.” She said to Scott, who nodded his head agreeing. She made her way out of the hospital room, and you moved slightly trying to get comfortable in the bed. A groan escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you wished you would have asked her for some pain meds before she left. Scott stood up from the chair, making his way to stand on the opposite side of Chris. You tilted your head, confused to why he moved next to. He reached for your hand, but you slid it away from him knowing what he was going to do.

“I’m fine Scott.”

“Y/N.” He growled at you, but this time it was more playful than menacing. You didn’t offer your hand to him, and he let out a sigh, shaking his head lightly. He placed his hand on your shoulder, and you felt a spark go through your body. You saw the dark veins run up his arm, and your body began to relax into the pillows, relief flooding through you. You placed your hand on his, squeezing it gently. 

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, and he returned it for the first time. The whole pack watched your interaction, and you didn’t miss Lydia’s smirk as she sat wrapped in Stiles’ arms on the floor.

“What happened next?” Scott asked gently, pulling up the chair beside the bed so he could sit next to you. You took a deep breath before continuing, not wanting to relive the pain, but you knew they deserved to know what happened.

“My sister– My sister Lilly, she was 3 years younger than me.” You stuttered, trying to regain your composture. You felt a hand reach for yours again, and this time you didn’t move it. Scott held your hand, rubbing small circles with his thumb. “Lilly turned 10 a week before I got assigned a mission on my 13th birthday, my mom decided to let her tag along as her first field training. We got word of an Alpha that killed her whole pack, and decided that she was too dangerous and had to be put down.”

“Kali.” Derek spoke up for the first time, shifting closer to Scott.

“That’s the one.” You gripped Scott’s hand tighter at the thought of the Alpha, he didn’t seem to mind though, he just kept rubbing his thumb over your hand. “We were prepared. Everything had been planned out to the last detail. It was supposed to be easy.” You scoffed. You pulled your hand out of Scott’s grip, making a fist. “No one was supposed to get hurt.”

“But someone did.” Theo clarified, sitting up straighter hanging onto every word you said.

“Yes..” You trailed off, looking down at your fist. “Someone did.”

You all stood in the clearing of the woods, and you couldn’t help but feel nervous. There were at least a dozen hunters, and that made you uneasy. You pushed your worries out of your head, as your mother spoke up.

“Alright everyone ready?” Your mother asked pulling an arrow out of her quiver looking at her team of hunters. You were. You had been preparing for this since you were born, and you were going to make your mom proud. You held your Chinese ring daggers in your hands, but you felt the gun tucked into your waist ban as a backup. The first group, including your dad moved in on the target. 

You and your mom were moving in next, followed by another group of hunters and Lilly. You stole a peak at your little sister who was bouncing up and down with energy. Her dark hair was pulled back into a high pony-tail, and she smiled at you giving you a thumbs up. She had a bow and arrow at her side as a precaution, but you knew she wouldn’t get the chance to use it. “Y/N, are you ready to become hunter?” Your mom asked quietly, smiling at you. You could count on both hands the amount of times she had smiled at you. You gripped the dangers tightly, smiling back at her.

“Hell yeah." 

"Then let’s go.” She said, moving stealthy from behind the trees. You heard the commotion, before you saw what was happening. Gun shots started ringing in your ears, but you didn’t panic. You reacted. Kali, as your mother called her, had already knocked out 5 of the hunters. The others were fighting with her, and it looked like she was winning. Your mother quickly jumped into the action, sending an arrow right through the Alpha’s leg. 

She screamed in pain, and it was the moment of hesitation the other hunters needed to restrain her. You heard the buzz of the electric baton before it connected with her stomach, and she fell to the ground in pain. You watched as your mom laughed, jabbing the baton into Kali’s stomach once again. You looked away, not wanting to witness the torture, but your mom yelled at you.

“Look at her Y/N.” Your mom demanded as she sent another electric shock through Kali, and she howled in pain. “She’s a werewolf. She’s a monster. You know what you have to do.” You looked at the werewolf who was doubled over in pain, and winced. This felt wrong. You looked at all the hunters who stood around with sick smiles on their face. You found your sister, who joined the group surrounding the alpha. She nodded her head at you, smiling at your victory. You took a deep breath and approached Kali, who didn’t make a move to stand. You raised your blade, hoping to slash her throat with ease. She looked directly at you, whimpering in pain.

“Please.. You don’t have to do this.” She cried, and you hesitated.


“That’s when everything changed..” You trailed off, catching your breath. Everyone’s eyes were wide as they were caught up in your story. 

“Then what happened.” Mason asked, a little too excitedly which earned a smack to the back of the head from Theo.

“Then what happened Y/N?” Scott asked more gently, trying to reach for your hand again. You didn’t give it to him this time, you just kept your hands balled in a fist. He frowned at you, but left a comforting hand on your thigh.


The moment you hesitated, gave Kali the opportunity she had been waiting for. She was never hurt, she only wanted everyone to think that. Kali took your moment of weakness and ran with it. She took up quickly knocking you down in the process. Everyone started fighting, but you hit the ground hard and your vision was blurry. 

You made out Kali ripping 2 hunters to shreds, and knocking out others in her midst. She roared which caused your eardrums to start throbbing. You watched from the ground helpless. You panicked and everyone was dying. You faintly heard your sister scream, which caused you to rise to your feet. There were only you, your father, your mother and sister left standing. The other hunters were either dead or unconscious. Your sister screamed again, and this time you saw why. Kali had one arm around her waist and the other on her throat.

“You Argents think your indestructible.” She taunted, tightening the grip on your sisters throat. “The big bad family of werewolf hunters, that send kids to do their dirty work.” She nodded toward you, and laughed.

“Let her go you monster.” Your mom drew an arrow, and your dad his gun.

“Oh I’m not going to kill the little one.. No.. Now that would be too easy.” She snarled. “I’m going to make her into the thing you despise the most.” Before anyone could act, she sunk her teeth into Lilly’s arm, and she let out a blood curdling scream before she fell to the ground.


“Y/N…” Lydia tore her out of the story, and you didn’t even notice she moved to stand at the edge of the bed. She looked at you with broken eyes, placing a comforting hand on your ankle.

“I can still hear he scream.” You wiped away the tear that fell down your cheek. “I can’t remember her voice anymore or what she sounded like when she laughed at my dumb jokes.. But I remember her scream.”  You regained what little composure you could muster and continued the story.


Your mother and father weren’t concerned with kali anymore, the only focus was on their youngest daughter as she held her arm in her hands, sobbing. You couldn’t move, you just stood frozen on the ground. You kept blinking your eyes thinking everything that just happened was a bad dream, but every time you opened them you were met with reality. Your sister was bitten, and it was all your fault.


“That wasn’t your fault Y/N.” Scott stated, drawing you out of your story.

“If I didn’t hesitate Scott she would still be alive and Kali would be dead.” You snapped at him, but he just frowned.

“They shouldn’t have put you in that position Y/N. You were just a kid.” Stiles said, coming to stand beside Lydia.

“I wasn’t a kid.. I was supposed to be an adult. A hunter.” You mumbled.

“That doesn’t explain how Chris thought you were dead.” Derek spoke again, crossing his arms across his chest.

“You know what must happen when a hunter gets bitten right?” You asked, and everyone nodded their heads again. “When we got my sister home, my parents left us alone so they could talk. I knew what they were going to make her do, and I panicked. Lilly was more scared of turning into a werewolf than dying, and that made my decision that much easier. I knew that we had to get away. Away from hunting, away from everything. I snuck into my dad’s study, and opened his safe. I took enough for me and Lilly to get as far away from them as possible, and stay hidden. I went to her room, threw both of our backpacks out our two story window and told her she wasn’t going to die, that we were leaving.”

“But you didn’t make it.” Malia spoke up for the first time, and you could see the pain in her eyes. In that moment you realized you had one thing in common, you were both responsible for your sisters deaths.

“No we didn’t..” The tears welled up in your eyes thinking back to that particular moment. “We almost made it. We were so close, but my dad caught us. My dad wasn’t a born hunter, and I tried to reason with him, thinking if anyone would understand it would be him but–” You were interrupted by Stiles before you could continue.

“If he wasn’t a hunter.. Then how did they meet? I mean is there some supernatural tinder I don’t know about?” Stiles asked, which caused you to chuckle. He smiled at you, trying to lighten the mood in the room.

“Funny enough, My mom saved him from a wendigo when they were 25. Her and my grandmother were hunting a family of them who were abducting residents of a small town in Georgia. My mom saved my dad from being eaton alive, and I guess it didn’t take much more to make him believe in the supernatural. My dad always said it was love at first sight, but I don’t believe in that. My dad just graduated law school, but he decided to pack up everything and chase my mom around the states hunting.”

“How cute… in a psychotic killing spree kind of way.” Theo mumbled, and Mason returned the favor by smacking him on the back of the head this time.


“Dad please… just let us go. I will take care of her, we will both disappear. You can tell everyone we died tonight.” You begged looking into your fathers eyes. Lilly was behind you with a tight grip on your hand. He made his way to you, engulfing you in a hug. You relaxed, thinking he was going to let you both leave. That was until you felt a pinch in your arm, and you pulled back looking at him with wide eyes. Your vision started to sway, and you felt yourself let go of Lilly. You faintly heard him whisper sorry before you passed out.


“He drugged you?” Scott yelled causing you to jump. He had the same look in his as he did in the clearing but this time they weren’t directed toward you. His jaw was clinched, and he tightened his grip on your thigh. You let out a whimper, which caught his attention and he immediately let go. “I’m sorry Y/N.. I– I didn’t mean to.” He stammered, biting his lip nervously. You smiled at him.

“It’s okay.” You assured him, but it didn’t stop the guilty expression on his face. You reached for his hand this time, which he gave you. In that moment you felt the spark again, and the look in his eyes said he did to. Everyone seemed to fade away as you stared into his chocolate eyes, but you were quickly pulled out of your day dream by Liam clearing his throat, narrowing his eyes between you and his alpha. “Um.. Where was I..” You rambled. You cleared your throat too, trying to release the tension in the room you and Scott created.


You opened your eyes, but everything was hazy. You felt like you had a hangover, even though you’ve never drank before. You shook your head lightly, trying to get the spots to leave your vision. You heard the scraping of wood on the floor, and looked up. Your sister was tied to the chair in front of you, duct tape covering her mouth so she couldn’t scream.

“Lilly. Oh my god.” You jumped up quickly, but stumbled when the spots invaded your eyes once again. You made your way to her. “Shhh Lil, I got you. It’s okay.” You whispered as you fumbled with the ropes.

“Y/N stop.” Your blood ran cold as you heard your mothers voice. You whipped your head around, and saw her standing there with your father right behind her. They made their way into the room, and you couldn’t read the expression on her face. Your dad just looked sad, but you glared at both of them. 

“No. You don’t have to this. I can take her, we can leave and I promise you wont ever hear from us again. We will stay hidden, change our names–” You cried to your parents, standing in front of your baby sister protectively. You were cut off with a hard smack to your cheek, sending you tumbling to the ground.

“That’s enough Y/N!” Your mother yelled, causing you to flinch thinking she was going to strike again. Your mother grabbed your now bruised cheek, turning it toward Lilly. “She’s not your sister anymore. She’s one of them. She’s a monster.” She spat, causing Lilly to cry even harder. She released your cheek in a fit of rage, walking over to the gun rack on the wall pulling out a small pistol.  

“She’s still your daughter..” You looked toward your dad, pleading with him, but he just turned his back on you. “You don’t have to do this..” You whispered, knowing it was no use. They were going to kill her.

“We’re not going to do this.” Your mother spoke carefully and you raised your head to look at her. “You are.” She stated, offering you the pistol.

“I won’t.” You glared at her, swiping the gun from her hand.

“I was hoping we could do this the easy way. You will learn Y/N, there isn’t one of them worth saving. They are monsters. It will always be us against them.” She hissed, venom dripping off of every word. She picked up the gun from the floor sighing heavily. “John.”

Your dad turned back around, and this time you couldn’t tell what was going on in his head, and that terrified you. He grabbed your arm, pulling you up from the floor. You struggled in his grip, but it was no use. The effects of the drugs were still in your system. Your mother walked over to Lilly, placing a kiss to her forehead. Lilly looked to you, and you could see the fear in her eyes. You cried, begged, and pleaded but your dad didn’t listen. He dragged you to stand in front of your sister, and you were still struggling in his grip. 

You screamed but it was no use. You felt the cold metal of the gun being placed in your hand. Your mom aimed the gun to Lilly’s temple and your dad helped steady your arm. She placed her finger over yours on the trigger. You took one last look in your sister’s blue eyes, the ones that used to sparkle with excitement over the littlest of things were now blood shot and swollen from crying. You closed your eyes, not wanting to remember this moment. You didn’t have the strength to watch what was about to happen, as your mother whispered in your ear.

“You’ll thank me for this one day.” You felt the pressure from the trigger being pulled, and the sound of a gun shot rang through the basement. You stood in shock, your eyes still closed. Your mother took the gun from your hand, and your dad released you. You collapsed to the ground, the only sound coming from the room was a door closing and your sobs.


You looked around the room, biting your lip nervously. There it was, everything was on the table. You noticed Lydia was crying and Stiles put his arm around her pulling her into a hug.

“Lydia.. I ..” You didn’t know what you said to upset her, but she turned around quickly running to your side. She put her arms around you, and you just froze. You weren’t used to kind gestures, and you weren’t sure what was going on. Lydia sensed your uneasiness and chuckled. 

“You’re new to this whole friend’s thing, aren’t you.” She smiled at you, saying the same thing she told you the day at the mall when you first hung out. You smiled back at her, taking her hand in yours.

“Is it that obvious?” You repeated the same answer as last time she asked, causing you both to laugh. Lydia moved so Chris could give you a hug.

“Y/N… I’m so sorry. If I had known, I would have… They told us you both died that night. I should have pressed Alex for more details. I should have realized something was off.” You could see the guilt in his eyes, but you just smiled at him.

“It’s okay Chris." 

"No it’s not Y/N.” Scott said defiantly, the anger in his eyes returning. “That should never have happened to you.”

“But it did, and there isn’t anything I can do to change it.” You reminded him.  

“Why are you back here now though? Why do we need your help?” Derek asked again narrowing his eyes at you.

“I left my parent’s that night. I snuck out, grabbed my bag and Lilly’s and caught the first bus to Georgia. I found someone to fake records for me, and lived my life with one goal. Find Kali and kill her, or die trying.” You stated, which caused Scott to frown at you. You knew his rule about killing, but you weren’t going to apologize for wanting to kill the wolf that bit your sister. “I tracked her, but she eventually met up with Duecalion and formed the All Star team, and I could never get her alone.” You grumbled.

“Why did you come back to Beacon Hills?” Theo asked.

“I followed the Alpha pack here. I was hoping to catch Kali alone, but your psycho girlfriend killed her before I could.” You sneered, giving Derek a glare. Derek returned your glare at the mention of Jennifer, but Stiles laughed, which earned him the death stare too.

“You’ve been in Beacon Hills this whole time? Why didn’t you come by sooner?” Chris asked, hearing the hurt in his voice.

“I didn’t have a reason to. I didn’t know if you would tell my parents.” You winced as you turned your body to look at Chris. He only nodded his head, but he had a frown on his face.

“Then why come back at all?” Scott asked, grabbing your hand catching your attention again with the jolt his touch sent up your arm. Damn that spark. You watched the black veins appear again, and you smiled at him.

“You don’t have to do that.” You reminded him.

“I caused it." 

"To be fair, if you didn’t have super healing you would be in the same shape.. Because I won.” You sassed, which caused him to laugh. “I never left Beacon Hills. Once Kali was dead… I lost the one thing I had been chasing for so long and I just dove headfirst into the world of the Supernatural. I learned everything I could, studied every book I could find. I eventually found a pack let by a Buddhist Alpha. She let me train with her emissary Draegon.”

“That’s how you knew so much about the pack. Satomi told you.” Liam chimed in.

“Yes, she told me exactly what kind of alpha you were.” You looked at Scott, not hiding the smile on your face. “She told me about everything you have faced, and I was impressed.”

“I couldn’t have done any of those things without my pack.”

“I know, that’s one of the things that impressed me the most. Your pack is special Scott, and there are people who aren’t happy with everything you have done. They are–”

“Okay wait I’m confused. Why didn’t Satomi just tell us who you were, why all the secrets?” Liam cut you off with more questions. You were dreading this part, you were gnawing on the inside of your lip, looking toward Scott.

“She can’t tell you… She’s dead.” You broke the news to the pack, and all of them started talking over each other asking what happened. “She’s the reason I came to Beacon Hills High. I came to warn you and your pack. I found her body in the woods 3 weeks ago, an arrow through her heart with a note tapped to her chest.” You grimaced at the memory.

“What did it say?” Chris asked. You turned toward Scott, connecting your eyes to his one more time.

“They’re next.”

Ticking Time Bomb 13

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language

Russian Terms:
Malyutka (Little One)
Moya Lyubov’ (My Love)

You’re a hot headed, risk taker, who doesn’t want to blend in, and doesn’t see the fascination in Captain America. When Fury black mails you into joining the team, he sends you under cover with Mr. America himself, and you couldn’t be more resentful. But what if you and Rogers have more in common than you ever imagined? You wouldn’t be stupid enough to fall for him, or would you?

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Killing a Clown Isn't as Easy as it Looks

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cussing (Richie is here of course there is) and violence

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You all entered the large area filled to the brim with toys and old children’s clothes, shouting Beverly’s name so loudly that it echoed off of the walls. You stopped in your tracks when you saw it.

Beverly was in the air, her eyes glazed over, and she was suspended without any ropes. She was just floating there impossibly.

You got the rest of the Losers attention, pointing upwards to the other female Loser. You heard gasps and Richie whispered an “oh fuck”. All of you ran over, excluding Bill, and built a human ladder, grabbing her ankle and getting her onto the ground. Ben started shaking her, trying hopelessly to get his love to wake up. In a moment of weakness, he kissed her, surprising the rest of you. 

She actually woke up.

“What is this a fucking Disney movie?” Richie slapped your arm but smiled anyway, thankful for the comic relief. While Beverly was getting reacquainted and explaining what happened, you noticed that Bill wasn’t in the group with all of you. You took the opportunity and looked around, finally seeing him staring at something and trembling. You walked over to the boy, meaning to comfort him, but then you saw what he seemed terrified of.

Georgie was standing right in front of the two of you.

“Billy, I wanna go home,” the boy uttered in a heart-shattering tone. His and Bill’s eyes welled up with tears as the rest of the Losers came over. You heard noises of surprise and Richie cussing behind you as they saw what you two were seeing.

Bill sniffed and walked up to Georgie, the bolt gun in his hand. “I want you to come home t-too, more t-than anything.” Georgie smiled gratefully and went up to his brother. Billy slowly raised the bolt gun’s barrel to rest on Georgie’s forehead. “But you’re not Georgie.” He shot the gun, scaring the rest of us. 

Georgie fell to the ground, laying still for what seemed like hours before we saw the boy’s leg jolt awkwardly to the side. Before long, his entire body was shaking and contorting on the ground. All of the Losers were huddled together, watching the disturbing scene unfold. Bill was trembling and trying not to cry, and you were close to crying yourself.

Suddenly, Georgie stopped shaking and laid still. It wasn’t for long, though. His limbs shot out one by one and turned into those of Pennywise; the clown that had been terrorizing all of you one by one.

He grinned and tilted his head to the side after he had fully transformed from the little boy. Out of nowhere, he grabbed you, dragging you with him to rest against the wall. You struggled and tried to scream, no sound escaping your blocked windpipe. Gasping for air, you tried to call the other Losers for help as they stood, staring wide-eyed at you. Time seemed to slow as you saw Bill and Richie running towards you, bolt gun in hand. The scene unfolding in front of you stopped, and you heard a low, rumbling laugh from behind you.

“You see those pathetic little boys?” You didn’t answer, still struggling to escape the clown’s death grip. “They’ll do anything to save their friends. But you aren’t their friend, now are you?” You stopped, shocked at what Pennywise had just said. “You’re just a pathetic little girl that annoys them with your presence. You mean nothing,” he spat at you with a high-pitched giggle following after. “You’re worthless, and you know it. They know it too, and they aren’t trying to save you. They just want to make sure they don’t get in trouble for losing someone down here.” Tears fell from your eyes slowly as the clown’s words sunk in. “And that Billy boy, he’ll never like you, you know that, right?” Your heart got a jolt of pain as you heard the words fall onto your ears. You knew that you shouldn’t listen to it, but you couldn’t help but let it affect you, bringing out and confirming your insecurities.

As if on cue, time seemed to reanimate itself, and the boys were running towards you.

“Guys, don’t,” you croaked out. They looked confused, but still came over. “I said don’t. I’m already a goner, just go!”

“W-We’re not leaving you d-d-down here.”

“Yeah, you’re one of us.”

“No, I’m not, now listen to me and get out of here while you still can.” The clown’s deep laugh echoed through the sewers as he released his grip on you only slightly. 

“You should listen to the little girl. In fact, I’ll make you a deal. If you leave her with me, none of you will see me again. If you don’t all of you will die.” The last word was spoken as if it were dripping with hatred for the kids around you.

“(Y/n). We aren’t leaving, we promise,” Bill said with a determined look.

All of this time, Richie had been slowly creeping towards Pennywise’s toy pile and found a large baseball bat. He came running and slammed the bat against the clown’s head, stunning him enough for you to struggle out of his grip and crawl quickly over to the Losers, coughing and trembling on the ground. Beverly knelt down and asked if you were okay, checking your face and neck for injuries. You heard action going on beyond you two, but your hearing sounded like you were in a tunnel, and your vision started turning black at the corners.

“B-Bev, I don’t feel so good,” you said before passing out on the concrete. 

-Switch to Bill’s point of view-

I swung my fists at him as hard as I could, the others right beside me, helping. We knocked him into the small well near us, his hands gripping the side as he looked up at us with what seemed like worry.

“Fear,” he uttered before dissipating into what looked like ash.

“Did we just…” Richie trailed off, staring at the hole in the ground with awe.

“Bill!” I whipped my head around to see (y/n) laying on the floor and Beverly kneeling over her with a look of terror on her face.

Oh no. Please don’t be what I think it is. She can’t be. I can’t lose her too; I already lost one person I care about. 

I ran over quickly and crouched beside of Beverly, shaking and stuttering too badly to get a sentence out. “Her pulse is still there, but it’s weak,” Beverly said, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding. She’s not dead. I picked her up bridal style and followed the others out in a sprint, looking down at her worriedly.

When we got back to the surface, we went to (y/n)’s house since it was closest. I ran up the stairs with her still in my arms, laying her on her bed and checking her pulse again. It was still there. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Please be okay,” I whispered to her sleeping figure. The others were gathering things to help check things like her temperature and blood pressure as I stayed here beside of her. I couldn’t tear myself away from her side after all that had just happened.

I ran my fingers through her hair lightly, tears still threatening to escape my eyes. “P-Please be okay,” I said again, quieter.

-Switch back to (y/n)’s point of view-

You woke up to the sound of quiet humming and footsteps. When you opened my eyes, you saw that you were in your room. Bill was pacing back and forth in front of your bed, humming something you couldn’t place.

“Bill?” He turned around quickly and you saw that his eyes were red and his cheeks tear-streaked.

 “Oh t-thank g-god,” he whispered as he came over to you, enveloping you in a hug as he cried into your shoulder quietly. You wrapped your arms around his neck weakly, noticing that none of the others were here with the two of you.

“Where’s everyone else?“ You pulled away from the hug and looked at him, noticing the fresh tears on his face.

“You w-were out for a c-couple hours. They already left. I wanted to stay and m-m-make sure you were going to wake up.” You heard the relief in his voice as he stared into your eyes, seemingly feeling better.

“Pennywise? Is he-“

“We killed him. H-He’s gone.” You forced a smile as you recalled what the clown had said to you in the final moments that you had been awake in his sewer/lair. Tears welled up in your eyes, and, of course, Bill noticed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m okay.” You smiled unconvincingly, gaining a look from Bill that let you know he wasn’t buying it. You sighed and ran your hand through your messy hair. “Pennywise confronted me about my fear before you guys came and saved me.”

“How? We were there in a f-few seconds after he g-grabbed you.”

“I guess he stopped time or something, I don’t know. He had a full on conversation while you guys were standing still, that’s all I know.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing I didn’t already know,” you muttered, rubbing your arm.

“W-What do you mean?” 

“I don’t wanna say,” you said quietly, voice breaking from almost crying.

Bill took his hand in yours gently, rubbing his thumb on the top of your hand. “You c-can tell me anything (y/n). You k-k-know that right?” You looked up to his eyes, not seeing anything other than pure care and truth.

“Well,” you sighed, “he told me that I was worthless.” A few tears rolled down your cheeks. “And that I meant nothing to any of you. That I’m just a bother and you guys only cared about me as someone who could get you in trouble if I died.” A sob racked your body as you said the last sentence. You felt Bill wrap you into another hug, his hand rubbing circles on your back.

“That’s n-not true.” 

“Yes it is.”

“Look at m-me.” You did as he said, seeing him almost in tears again himself. “You are anything but worthless. You mean the world to us. To me. We all care about you. Everyone was rushing around here trying to get things for you to make sure you made it through okay. Even Richie was trying his best to help. (Y/n), you are the most important person in my life, and I’m sure all of the Losers care about you.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I guess this is as good a time as any.” He looked you in the eye, making sure that you were listening to him. “I am in love with you. I don’t care if we’re ‘too young’ to say that, because I actually am.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you realized what had just left his mouth. “Y-You didn’t stutter.”

“And you did,” he said laughing, relieving some of the tension.

Without thinking, you leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. You saw his face flush pink and his eyes widened, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “I love you too.”

Sorry that was so long, I got carried away!

-Luluio1017-

Camera Shy Part 10

Summary: AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him.

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A/N:  thank you to everyone who’s kept up with this story and badgered me into continuing it. It’s been rough but this story is my baby, and I’m relieved I was finally able to update. The next two chapters will be much longer, but with school in full force I don’t know when I’ll be able to update, but I’ll try my best. Much love to you all <3 (PS Riverdale season two starts back up in 24 days!)


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Also available over on AO3: The List


THE LIST

9:00pm, Santa Fe

Grace wrote her a list before she left. Her daily dos and don'ts, which Frankie really should detest, she really should. Reminders to stay away from sodium, to check her blood pressure, to take her pills. Things Frankie resents and despises. Or at least she would, usually. But the letter has not left her side since she found it tucked in to her suitcase a week ago. Not once. Not even when she takes a shower - she’s perfected the art of plastic-wrapping it to protect it from the steady fall of water (after several failed test-runs with the daily newspaper).

She always takes it out as soon as Jacob leaves the room. Scoffs at the absurdity of it all. The tone of it is so Grace - patronising in a way that honestly, she thinks, she should hate. She would have hated. But she doesn’t. Somehow, now, she has to admit that she finds it, inexplicably and almost laughably, sweet. Because Grace wants her to stay healthy. To live happily. To stick around for the next twenty years. Because Grace cared enough to write it. Because actually, she realises, she wants Grace to care.

She pulls it out from inside her shirt - from the little pocket she’s haphazardly stitched in near her chest. The one that now exists in all of Frankie’s clothes. Jaggedly sewn squares that fortunately don’t show too much from the other side, in everything from dungarees to her favourite pair of pajamas. She wonders, briefly, if Grace knows that her red silk set is missing. Wonders whether she’ll know Frankie has taken it. Wonders what she’ll think about it if she does.

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[Fic][Event] Yearly Check-Up

Decided to participate in @jikookfluffweek. XD

I wish I spent more time on this, but I really wanted to get this out today before I do some studying for my tests this week. ;.;

Title: Yearly Check-Up
Word Count: 2030
Prompt: Domestic Sunday
Genre: Fluff, Family AU (or non-AU, if you like)
Summary: Their daughter doesn’t like doctor visits.

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DG Headcanon Dump: Splinter, April, Casey, and Karai

Splinter

When the turtles were babies, Splinter decided to teach them English instead of Japanese because since they were in New York, English was more likely to be useful.

Contrary to Donnie’s belief, Splinter didn’t hate cats just because he was a rat. He hated them because he was allergic. Since he’s not lactose intolerant or allergic to dairy, however, he didn’t mind Ice Cream Kitty. 

The first time Splinter ever successfully performed a poison draining mantra was when Donnie was six years old and got bitten by a spider, though Donnie was too feverish to remember. 

Splinter had a feeling he would die soon when his sons came back from space and told him how they saved him. He thought his sons were fighting fate and couldn’t do so forever. He decided to write out a will (though his possessions were few), as well as letters to each of the turtles, Karai, April and Casey. Karai also got extra letters, in which he told her everything he wished he ever could. He told her about the night she was born, and everything he could think to write down about her mother and their relationship. He also included a practical bit - everything he could remember about their family medical history. While everyone else’s letters were written in English, hers were written in Japanese. 

April

April never wears sunscreen less than SPF 100. 

April hates having her blood pressure checked. She hates feeling her own pulse in her bicep as the cuff deflates. 

April was the one to explain periods to the turtles. She had to because of how bad her cramps get sometimes.

Since April had braces, she has to sleep wearing a retainer. She forgets some nights, but most nights she wears it. She had to go back to the orthodontist after the events of Battle for New York, however, because she’d had to go months without wearing it and her teeth shifted a bit.

April used to pretend she had an imaginary sister when she was little. It made her parents sad because April was a bit of a miracle baby for them and they wished she had a sibling, too. But then it made them mad because she started blaming things she did on her imaginary sister, and it’s hard to have feels when your kid makes a huge mess and lies about it.

Casey

Casey’s little sister’s name is Angel.

Casey’s dad has custody of him and his sister because of their mother’s past struggle with alcoholism. She has since sobered up and he and his sister spend time at her house some weekends, hence why Casey isn’t always around.

Casey’s struggle in school started just before his parents’ divorce (either Brandon or Ciro did verify that his parents are divorced). His grades didn’t get much better considering he later sustained head injuries (there’s a screencap in I think “Chinatown Ghost Story,” where you can see him electrocuted and a fracture in his skull with a metal plate.) 

Casey’s had a crush on Karai ever since the kiss… even though Karai was under mind control and trying to kill him. 

Karai

Karai had a short relationship in Japan when she was 14 with a teenage boy who wanted to join the Foot Clan. Shredder caught them kissing and threatened to kill the boy if he ever showed his face again. That was the last time Karai saw him. Since then she’s been hesitant to really pursue relationships.

Karai and Shini started experimenting with makeup together when they were 12 or 13.

Karai remembers everything she did while under mind control, and that’s part of why she wanted to restore the Foot Clan. She thought if she could redeem the Foot Clan, she would redeem herself. If she could make up for what she did, Splinter would be proud of her and forgive her for what she’d done. He’d already forgiven her though, and now she knows that and bitterly regrets not spending as much time as she could with him. When she realized she wasn’t “Miwa,” to anyone anymore, she cried for the first time since she was a little girl.

The first time Karai was around Casey after the events of “The Deadly Venom,” she felt really awkward and wouldn’t look at him or speak to him. 

I desperately needed something to occupy my mind so thought i’d use writing to do that as I usually do. But lately i’ve kind of lost my confidence there, so I’ve done what i’ve usually done when that happens and turned back to drabbles and prompts to exercise the old writing muscle but it’s still not there so excuse this bit of rustiness. {thanks to @swearronchanel and @nurse-franklin for sending me random numbers, reading this through and for just generally being my rocks lately. Endless love to these girls} 

“Leave me alone,” Shelagh muttered under her breath as she heard Patrick come and check on her for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Her morning sickness had kept her confined to her bed for the morning and Patrick was struggling to distinguish his role of Doctor from his role as Husband and Shelagh was becoming more and more agitated each time he checked on her. She didn’t want a thermometer shoved in her mouth, her blood pressure checked every hour and constantly being reminded to drink water. It was simply a bad bout of morning sickness, as a Nurse she knew that and as a Doctor she’d thought Patrick would too.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” Patrick replied resigned.”I just want to look after you, and our child.”

“Well, your child and I would quite like to sleep uninterrupted.” Patrick looked visibly shocked as Shelagh snapped at him and walked out the room without a another word. Part of him wanted to believe it was down to hormones but part of him knew Shelagh had every right to be annoyed at him, she was barely three months into her pregnancy and he was already making her feel like she lived with her GP.

As soon as Patrick left the room Shelagh was consumed with guilt for the way in which she treated Patrick. He was simply trying to protect and help her in the only way he knew how. And she’d pushed him away for it.

Suddenly the bed felt too big and no matter how much she tossed and turned she could not sleep. She needed Patrick. And Dr Turner was as much as Patrick just as Sister Bernadette was Shelagh. If they were going to get through this pregnancy without constantly being at eachother’s throats she needed to accept that. She slipped out from beneath the duvet and was instantly hit by the chill of the spring morning so she decided to grab the duvet she’d just abandoned and wrapped it around her shoulders to keep her warm as she trundled downstairs.

“I’m sorry,” Shelagh’s voice pulled Patrick from his trance like state and he couldn’t help but laugh at the way her tiny frame was completely engulfed by the duvet.

“No, I am. Room for one more under there?” Without hesitation Shelagh joined Patrick on the sofa and tucked herself under his open arm, pulling the quilt over them both as she did so. She lay her head on his chest and took comfort from the staccato rhythm of his heartbeat.  

“I’m scared Patrick.” Shelagh’s voice broke the silence that had settled in the room. “And I know you are too. You go into Doctor mode to reassure yourself I’m alright. And I have to detach myself from my role of Nurse so knowledge of what could go wrong doesn’t consume my every thought”

“And you’re scared every time I check something as simple as your blood pressure that i’ll find something wrong?” Patrick questioned. Shelagh could only nod in response, unable to stop the silent tears that were falling. “Shelagh, just tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you.” Patrick lifted Shelagh’s chin as he spoke so that she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I know i’ve been a little overbearing but if you need me to stop I will.”

“But it brings you comfort.”

“And it brings you fear,” Patrick took the corner of the quilt to wipe her tears aways, his heart aching at the sight of his wife so upset. “Just tell me what you need Darling.”

“I need my husband.” Patrick pulled Shelagh closer at her words, allowing her to rest her head back on his chest. He gently rubbed circles on her lower back, knowing it would calm her and bring her comfort. Her weight shifted slightly and he could tell she was slowly starting to fall asleep. Despite her slumber like state her hand still clung to his shirt, holding onto him as if he were her anchor.

“Then your husband you shall have my dear.” He whispered when she was asleep and dropped a gentle kiss to her hair. It wasn’t long before Patrick also let tiredness consume him and the couple slept on the sofa which held so many memories for them, wrapped in their duvet, one another’s arms and love.

Thank God for the nurse

I went in to a family planning clinic to get a pelvic exam I had been dreading for over a month. I was taken to an exam room by a nurse (we’ll call her Mindy). Mindy took my blood pressure and checked my pulse. Then she began to ask questions about my family’s medical history, my medical history, immunizations, medications I’m taking, any symptoms I’d been having, questions, about my mental illnesses. Then we got to the hard part. The sexual history section. It started off easy. When was the last time you had sex, did you use a condom, are you still together, had I been tested for HIV/STDS, etc. Then she asked about my first time. I never know how to answer this question. I consider the guy I was with in high school to my first, but in reality, I lost my virginity at 14. I struggled to find an answer for her. Eventually, I reluctantly said 14. She asked if it was with my permission and I told her no. She asked a few more questions about it like was there emotional and physical abuse? Was I safe now? I answered honestly, and she moved on to the next section; reproductive health. Again, started off easy; when was my first period, how often, how heavy, when was my last. And then ‘have you ever been pregnant?’ to which I had to answer yes. She typed yes and said ‘I wouldn’t ask unless I had to; did you have a miscarriage or abortion?’ I answered ‘miscarriage’. I could tell she felt bad for bringing up some of my most painful memories. After another series of questions, she said 'I’m sorry. I have to put this in here; you were raped at 14, correct?’ I looked at the floor and mumbled yes. 'Ok. That’s all we have to talk about it.’

After she left, the midwife came in. She grazed over my abuse, told me I didn’t need a pap smear, performed a breast exam, then had me dress and talked to me about birth control options. I selected a method, peed in a cup and came back to have my blood drawn. Mindy re-entered the room saying 'guess who’s back!’ I smiled, relieved to see her. The midwife was nice and did a great job and I felt comfortable enough with her; but it was a really hard visit for me. It wasn’t just that I had to tell 2 complete strangers about things my closest friends don’t know about, but I realized that anytime I talked to someone about my sexual or reproductive health; he had to be a part of the conversation. He was technically my first and his will always be the first child I bore. And no matter what happens, I can’t change that that will never not be a part of my life. That hit me hard.

As Mindy drew my blood, she asked exactly what I needed right then: 'Are you ok?’ She knew it couldn’t have been easy for me, no matter how calm and composed I seemed. All she did was check to see if I was doing all right, but because she showed she cared and I wasn’t just some other patient, I was able to smile and honestly answer 'yeah. I’m ok’.

At Last

(AN: Whoo whoo!! It didn’t take me three months to post a new chapter!! There is a link to the previous chapter below and there is page break to indicate a time lapse of sorts. Please read, share and leave feedback if you want! Hope ya dig it! 😉💕)

The Joker’s Manor

“Sir please! I-I tried to but she won’t let me in!” The doctor was on his hands and knees pleading for his life, tears streaming down his face. He cowered under The Joker’s malicious blue gaze. He claimed that he tried everything to get into the room but the door wouldn’t budge.

“You obviously haven’t tried everything.” He was growing impatient with the man on the floor. Rolling his eyes, he ran his fingers through his hair, collecting his thoughts before gesturing to his men. The doctor began to hyperventilate as The Joker’s goons and began threw themselves against the door, using all of their weight to break it down.

He stood by watching the two numbskulls using brute force to get him into the room. One last hit and there was a loud crash on the other side of the door. The biggest of the two rammed the door once more and it flew off of the hinges. The goon dusted himself and stepped aside. Joker pulled out his gun and turned to the doctor at his feet and shrugged his shoulders before shooting him between the eyes. 

“And down he goes!” Joker erupted into a crazed laughter. He placed his gun back in its holster. Slicking his hair back, he ordered his men to stay put as he walked through the broken doorway. He stood on top of the broken door and dresser, frowning as he looked around the seemingly empty room. 

“Come out, come out where ever you are!” He sang in a high voice full of mirth, though his face was anything but. She was hiding from him. Refusing to come out when called infuriated him, his anger boiled hot. He growled deeply, rolling his neck, his gaze landing on the closed bathroom door.

‘She is to come when called.’

Rather than try the door knob, he opted out to break this door down as well. With one swift kick, the door flew open. Iris was on the floor, propped up against the far wall of the bathroom looking rather pale. She could barely hold her head up to look at him. She sat there shaking slightly her breathing labored a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead glistened in the fluorescent light.

“What did you do to me?” Her voice was weak and pathetic. She stared down at her mangled arm. The Joker was confused, obviously she knew what happened to her.

“I said what did you do!?” Her voice cracked as she screamed as loud as she could. A mix of defiance, fear and hatred flashed through her corpse-like eyes. As calm as he could, he stalked over to her and knelt down, bathing in the glare of her glorious  anger. He grabbed her chin.

“Don’t!” Iris swatted him away. Furious, he slapped her hands away and wrapped his hand around her throat, convulsing with rage. Hand still on her throat he rose until her feet dangled inches away from the floor. Iris wrapped her hands around his wrist trying to pry him off.

“You are mine. I will touch you when I want. Do you understand?” He pointed a stern finger in her face. She looked between him and the finger in her face, still struggling with the hand around her throat.

“Yes.” She croaked, her face beginning to turn red.

“Yes, what?” His grip tightened. 

“Yes sir!” With these words he let her go and she dropped to the floor. Her hands rose to where his previously were. He knelt down once again.

“Such a good girl.” When he touched her this time, it was gentle. His rough hands brushed across her cheek in an almost compassionate fashion. The hatred and defiance in her eyes from before were gone and replaced with submission.

‘This could be easier than I thought…’ 

“Boss, we got a new one.” Joker turned around and saw Frost standing with a lanky man in a lab coat with thick glasses. His nose was bleeding slightly and his clothes had been jostled around. Joker clicked his tongue and left Iris, walking over to the man. The closer he got the more stiff the man became, absolute terror filled his eyes. 

“Were the boys a little mean to ya, Jack?” Joker dusted off his coat and straightened out his clothes, snapping them to a crisp. Snaking an arm around his shoulder he stood next to him, facing a weak and battered Iris. 

“Ya see that pretty little lady over there?” He raised his hand pointing straight at her. Iris propped herself against the wall between the bedroom and the bath, she looked ready to drop at any moment. The man was shaking.

“Oh come now doctor! Can you see her?” The man didn’t answer. He just stood there trying to cower away but The Joker wouldn’t let him budge.

“If I keep talking to myself, well…people just might think I’m insane!” His cackle filled the room and he could feel a chill run through the doctor. He hugged him close and shook him up a bit, like the were close friends.

“Y-yes I see her.” He stammered. The Joker gasped for breath and his eyes locked onto Iris as he straightened up, staring at her as if ready to devour her at any moment.  

“Good. You are going to take care of her.” He turned to the man and took his head in his hands. 

“If not, you’ll end up just like him.” He pointed at the previous doctor, lying on the floor in a pathetic heap. The man began to cry and some of the goons started to laugh at the man. Joker put his hands up and shushed the men around. 

“Now, she is mine. If you touch her, I’ll relieve you of one of your hands. I’m sure this is a job you can do without two hands.” He began to laugh and his goons joined in as the cruelly mocked the man.  


The Joker and his men left Iris alone in the room with the new doctor. Iris was getting more and more exhausted standing against the wall. Crawling to the bathroom after passing out had taken a lot of out her. She pushed away from the wall and tried for the bed; Iris took one step and stumbled, but she managed to catch herself before falling. 

“Miss please!” The doctor stepped forward to catch her. Iris put her hand up and waved him away but he came to help anyway. He extended his hand to her but stopped himself, no doubt remembering The Joker’s threat. 

“Will you please?” Iris stood with her hands on the bed waiting for his assistance, she didn’t have the strength to climb into the bed. The man still hesitated.

“Look, I won’t tell anybody okay.” She tried to reassure him, he glanced down at the broken door and down at his hands. Iris tried to force her self into the bed knowing that her struggle would play on the man’s “doctor’s heart.” Just as she thought he would, he rushed over and pushed her the rest of the way . Once she was settled he pulled out a small brief case. 

“I-I’m just going to run some diagnostics on you…” Inside of the case were instruments that any doctor would have in their office for a quick physical, along with a sterile needle. She allowed the man to run his tests, take her blood pressure, check her heart and lung. When he finally made it to the needle, Iris became uneasy. 

“What is the needle for?” She sat up and pulled away from him, keeping her eye on the syringe. 

“I’m just going to take a blood sample…” He stuck the needle in her arm and taped it down, next he pulled out a small reservoir tube and connected it to the needle. The both watched in silence as her blood filled the tube, once that was full he replaced it with another. Iris watched him carefully to make sure there wasn’t any funny business, but he only sat there. When he was done taking his samples, he removed the needle and covered it with a small bandage. 

“When was the last time you’ve eaten?” He looked up from his notebook, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“I’m not sure, someone said that I’ve been asleep.” She inspected her arm where he’d placed the needle.

“Yes, a few days from what I’ve heard.” The doctor scribbled in his notebook, the scratching of his pen against the paper filled the quiet room.

‘Days?’

“Did they tell you what they did to me?” 

“Well, the last doctor was giving you a type of toxin in very small dosages…thats why I took the sample of your blood. His goal might have been immunizing you to that specific strain. He probably would’ve moved on to another had he not been…” He trailed off averting his eyes. The way he spoke, matter of factly, made Iris’ head spin. Her breath hitch in her throat as she tried to make sense of what he’d just told her. 

“A toxin…and what about this?” She gestured to her unwrapped arm. It was bruised and sore, it still had the appearance of a fresh wound.

“That seems to be self inflicted actually. Most likely while you were unconscious.” He took her wrist carefully in his hand and twisted it around trying to get a good look at it. 

“Was the IV in that arm?” Iris nodded her head.

“It could be that while unconscious, you we’re trying to rid your body of the source of the pain.” He wrote all of this down in his little notebook, glancing up at her arm every so often.

“You’re saying I did this in my sleep?” Iris followed him as he stood from the chair.

“It is entirely possible. I’ve written everything down that you need from these guys.” He ripped a page out of his notebook and showed it to her. though she couldn’t focus on the word. 

‘A toxin?’ 

“Wait, why would I do this to myself!?” 

“It makes sense. The IV was in that arm which would mean that, that arm would have experienced the full force of the toxin.” He packed up his tools and moments later he was gone. Iris stared down at her arm, baffled.

‘Why did this happen?’

“Were moving you to a different room.” Frost’s voice made her heart leap out of her chest. He stood in the doorway looking as impatient as ever.

“I want to speak with him.” Iris slid off of the bed.

“Speak with who?” His condescending tone made Iris roll her eyes.

“Who do you think? Your boss.” Iris walked forward and got in his face, staring him down. She was tired of his shit. No matter how exhausted she felt, Iris wasn’t going to let him treat her like a lesser being 

“He’s busy.” Frost looked down his nose.

“Fine by me.” She pushed past Frost and headed down the hall to the office she was in before. Frost grabbed her arm, wrenching it back trying to keep her away from The Joker.

“Do you dare touch me.” Iris rounded on him furious, practically foaming at the mouth. Her conviction gave her strength to stay upright and not give in to the nausea. She pushed him away the best that she could and marched straight down the hall and into the office, slamming the door and locking it behind her. This time she will not be interrupted. Iris stared daggers at the green haired man behind the desk. She could feel the anger and irritation rolling off of him.

“Why.” She asked, angry tears threatening to fall, but she refused to show any weakness.

“I said tell me why you piece of shit!” She turned and knocked over the nearest bookcase full of his treasures. It plummeted to the floor with a loud crash. Iris kept her eyes on him as he descended on her; hostility bounced back and forth between the two. A volatile air filled the room. 

Iris wasn’t afraid, she wanted answers and he was going to give them to her. He bumped his chest against her, pushing her against the wall, taking advantage of her weakened state. Just as she was about to push back, he slammed his hands against the wall boxing her in. Instinctively she flinched.

“This anger…this rage. Its what I’ve been waiting for.” He wrapped his hand around her throat and slid it underneath her chin. Iris slapped it away ready to retaliate but he placed the hand over her mouth, silencing her.

“I have wanted you since the moment I saw you in my club. I can see you for what you really are.” Iris turned her head a way from him, displacing his hand.
“You don’t know a damn thing about me.” 

“Oh but I do my dear. I know everything about you and what you can be.” Iris stared at him, slightly interested in what he had to say. 

‘What the hell is he talking about?’ 

“Don’t you want to see what you really can become? Don’t you want to see the world at your feet? You can have everything you’ve ever wanted if you let me in.” He whispered in her ear, a firm grip on her hips. His voice and his touch always felt like she was drugged, a high that she never wanted to end. He was irresistible. The way he snuck his essence into her, clouding her mind but providing clarity all the same. 

She was drawn to him, she knew it since meeting him at the club that he would take control of her. Iris welcomed his control and his power of her. She craved his power. A voiced screamed from the far depths of her mind, attempting to resist him but she could feel herself beginning to give in to him.

“Do you want this?” He looked deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt but there was none to be found. 

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“Yes…I do.” She admitted The Joker and to herself. 

“Good girl.” At last she had become his, willingly.

@suckerforsmilex @auntiemama1 @bigdaddysbabykitty @rubyred95 

DG Headcanon Dump: Turtle Tots

I thought it might be fun to do a series of headcanon dumps! Some of these I probably got after reading someone else saying them, but it’s been so long I can’t really remember. I’m pretty sure I accepted the first one from someone else… but I’m not sure… oh well. =P

The turtles all slept near Splinter until they were two. They shared one room until they were five, and then they split into pairs - Leo and Raph in one room, Donnie and Mikey in another. Splinter quickly learned this arrangement wasn’t ideal, however, and had Leo and Donnie in one room and Raph and Mikey in the other. They each got their own room when they were 10.

I have also accepted all of @myrling-art‘s turtle tot stuff as my headcanons as well (Mikey eating whatever his brothers wouldn’t finish, Leo falling asleep in the bathtub, Donnie being a hypochondriac, Raph liking fairy tale bedtime stories, etc.).

Leo was afraid of heights when he was little. 

When Leo saw that his brothers were scared, he’d put his blankie around them to make them feel safe, since his blankie always made him feel safe. 

A lot of Raph’s resentment toward Leo comes from Leo being the first to master different things in their training when they were little. He also saw Leo and Splinter were almost always together, which was actually because Leo was a daddy’s boy and would follow Splinter around, but Raph thought it was because Splinter loved Leo most.

Raph had a rockin’ pouty lip when he was a toddler that he’d try to use to get out of trouble.

Donnie was the last to start talking out of his brothers, but once he did, he never stopped talking.

Donnie first started looking into medicine and first aid when he was very young because he hated seeing his brothers sick or hurt and not knowing how to fix it. This is what led to him being a hypochondriac for some time, but with more knowledge came peace of mind.

Mikey once drew whiskers on his face coming from his freckles and showed Splinter. Splinter asked him if he was a cat, and Mikey didn’t know what that was. “I’m you, Papa! What’s a cat?” So Splinter drew a cat for him and told him about cats, and ever since he’s loved them… despite the fact that Splinter wasn’t exactly trying to get Mikey to love them.

Mikey would always snuggle up to one of his brothers if he had a nightmare.

Splinter’s four most overused phrases when the turtles were small were, “Leonardo, go play with your brothers,” “Raphael, stop hurting your brother!” “Donatello, do not put that in a socket!” and “Michelangelo, what did you put in your mouth?!”

Since Splinter had to homeschool the boys from memory and without any curriculum or school textbooks, they finished their lessons long before the start of the series (because really, who can remember everything they learned up through High School?).

Leo’s favorite subject was history. Raph liked art. Donnie loved math and science. Mikey wasn’t big on school subjects, but he loved learning to cook. 

What Almost Never Was

A/N: An anon request about an expecting reader and Spencer. Complications arise. Nearly twice as long as usual, hope you don’t mind! Fluff, angst, and then fluff. Enjoy!

                                                  ——————–

Spencer and his wife, Y/N, had been trying to start a family for the past few months and just recently, they found out they were expecting. Today was their first appointment with the OBGYN, and the first-time parents were noticeably nervous.

“Ready, Y/N?” Spencer asked, placing his hand on her lower back.

“As I’ll ever be, Spence. Let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand to make their way back to the exam room. 

Lying on the table with her stomach exposed and her husband beside her, Y/N felt her heart beat faster and faster. She was carrying a little life inside her and the thought that she had to house this little being until it was born was definitely a much bigger deal than people made it out to be. She so badly wanted this baby to be healthy and happy.

“Good morning, Dr. and Mrs. Reid,” Dr. Boucher greeted as she stepped through the door with a smile on her face. “Ready to see your baby?”

Spencer smiled wide, believing he was never going to be this lucky. “Absolutely,” he beamed, grasping his wife’s hand.

The obstetrician spread the petroleum jelly across Y/N’s stomach and waved over it with the ultrasound wand as the first-time parents waited with bated breath for news of their baby. 

“So, just starting your family?” The doctor asked, examining the screen in front of her. “Hoping to have a big family?”

Y/N smiled. It’s one of the few things she wanted for as long as she could remember. To teach at a university and to have a big, healthy family. “Yes,” she said dreamily, “maybe three or four kids. Right, Spence?”

“Definitely.”

Dr. Boucher looked directly at the expecting parents with great news. “Well, you’re going to have an instant family. You’re having twins.”

Spencer and his wife looked at each either, ecstatic, dumbfounded and scared beyond all reason. Speechless was probably the word.

                                                 ——————–

Having found out they were expecting twins nearly two months earlier, at just six weeks, the shock and joy was just starting to settle in. They had to adjust housing plans, the nursery layout, and they needed twice as much of everything they had planned on - but none of that mattered. They were getting the family they always dreamed of. Y/N was due for another check-up at the doctor’s office.

“Fourteen weeks,” Y/N breathed, rubbing her ever-growing stomach. “Only 20-something weeks to go.”

Spencer laughed as he placed his hand on her stomach, hoping they would be able to get news of the babies’ genders today. They walked into the doctor’s office yet again, they would practically be living there until she gave birth, and Y/N assumed her position on the table, with her shirt up over her stomach.

Y/N had grown used to the cold jelly and wand on her stomach and connecting it with news of the babies helped the whole situation not feel so weird. “How are you feeling, Y/N?” the doctor asked.

“Pretty okay, actually. A little bit of back pain and occasional morning sickness, but not much else,” she responded happily.

“Dr. Boucher,” Spencer started, eager to hear more about his soon-to-be-children, “are you able to tell us their genders?”

She looked towards Spencer, beaming, like this was the best part of her job. “As a matter of fact, Doctor, I can. How do you feel about having two bouncing baby boys?”

                                                  ——————–

The next seven weeks consisted of more morning sickness, even more back pain, nursery painting, crib-building, more than a little bit of panicking, and many, many discussions about the names of their two boys.

“So, we’ve decided, right? Because I’m about to start painting their names above their cribs?” Spencer said, looking back at his wife, who was sitting in a rocking chair, lightly cradling her baby bump.

“Definitely,” she sighed, closing her eyes and smiling, “Spencer Derek and Aaron Michael.”

Y/N was tired, worn, her hair was a mess, her eyes were drawn and she was living in baggy clothes, but to Spencer she had never looked more beautiful than she had in the past few months. He walked over to her, kissed her on the forehead and bent down to pat her stomach. “I can’t wait to meet you,” he whispered, kissing her stomach. “I love you boys.”

                                                   ——————–

The day after Spencer had painted the boys’ names on the nursery walls, they had yet another appointment at the doctor’s office. Y/N still hadn’t felt much movement, some yes, but she honestly couldn’t tell if it was the boys moving, or if it was normal gastrointestinal issues.

The obstetrician assured her as soon as she walked in the door that it was completely normal not to feel much just yet - the coming weeks would more than make up for it. Spencer and Y/N collectively breathed a sigh of relief, although Spencer was, of course, aware of every milestone his wife and the babies would endure, it was still nice to here it from the doctor herself.

Dr. Boucher left the room to gather the results of her urine test and came back to check her blood pressure and scan the babies. “Well, good news is that the babies are looking good. They are relatively the same size and everything is developing as it should,” she rattled off, as if she had something else to say.

“Doctor?” Spencer inquired, noticing the same hesitance in her voice that his wife did.

“I don’t want to worry you. The babies look great. However, the results of your urine test and your heightened blood pressure indicate that you have preeclampsia.”

Y/N’s face dropped. She wasn’t a doctor, but she was well aware of preeclampsia, given that a friend of hers had miscarried because of it, and she was only pregnant with one child. She looked back at her husband for some kind of reassurance, feeling like the world was about the crumble beneath her. “It’s going to be okay,” he soothed unconvincingly. “There are medications and diet changes that can be used to help, right?” he motioned toward the doctor. 

“Absolutely,” she replied. “I’m going to start you on Methyldoma for high-blood pressure and magnesium sulfate to help prevent seizures.”

Y/N began to tear up, worrying more than ever before about the fate of her babies, which was when the doctor leaned over to lend an assuring hand. “I have had women, pregnant with twins, or more, that have had preeclampsia and gone home with their healthy babies. You’re going to be okay.”

Minutes later, she left the room to leave the worrying parents to process the newest information.

Spencer gathered his wife in his arms. “Just breathe deeply,” he said, taking her face in his hands. “We’re all going to make it through this.”

                                                  ——————–

Although the weeks since they’d heard about Y/N’s preeclampsia had been fraught with nervousness, the new parents and growing babies were all still in good health, given increased prenatal visits, medication, a diet change and deep-breathing sessions arranged by Spencer at least twice a day. Thankfully, just mere days after the diagnosis, they’d felt the babies’ first kicks, which had grown to what felt like fist fights in there. Twenty-eight weeks along - between nine and twelve weeks to go, depending on symptoms and the health of both mother and babies.

Spencer was in the kitchen cooking dinner as he had been every night he was home, allowing Y/N to rest as often as possible. He called her in to the dining room for dinner and was greeted to his growing wife yelling at her stomach, “Don’t make me come in there!” she yelled down her shirt.

Spencer laughed, “Are they fighting again?” 

“Yes!” she said, rubbing her stomach and trying to soothe the pain. “They are gonna be a handful when they get out.”

He snorted. None of that mattered. All that mattered is that his boys and his wife were healthy. They were almost there.

                                                  ——————–

At 34 weeks, Y/N couldn’t possibly get much bigger. She had been off from teaching at the university for two weeks and would be for the foreseeable future, but staying homebound and practically bedridden for the rest of the pregnancy was out of the question unless the doctor required it - and she hadn’t. So, Y/N had decided to make her way into the BAU to have lunch with her husband and the team, just for something to do.

“Hi, honey,” she said, waddling in to the conference room. She had intended to bend down to kiss her husband, but her stomach wouldn’t allow for bending anymore. “I can’t bend,” she laughed. “Get up here and kiss me.”

After giving his beloved a kiss on the lips, Spencer went to pick up the food they’d ordered from the Italian place they frequented. While he was gone, Y/N caught up with the team. Baby talk and baby prep had kept her from talking to them much in the past months and she missed them. They were her friends too.

“You okay?” JJ asked, noticing that Y/N looked a little clammy.

She was in a little bit of extra pain, but at this point it was nothing she couldn’t handle. “Yea, I’m good,” she replied, “There’s just a wrestling match going on in my stomach right now.”

“We’re almost there,” she heard Spencer say, returning with their lunch.

As Y/N stood up to stretch out her legs, she felt weak. The distant scream of her name from her husband’s lips was the last thing she remembered.

                                                      ——————–

The minute Y/N hit the floor, Spencer knew what was wrong. His wife’s convulsing body was as out of control as his mind, as he screamed for the team to call an ambulance. 

She was rushed to the hospital, having suffered a moderate-to-severe seizure, and upon arrival, Spencer was greeted with the news he had been dreading the entire pregnancy.

“Dr. Reid?” a young physician asked, approaching the nervous father. “Your wife’s seizure has caused her to go into early labor. As she is unable to answer us right now, you have to tell us whether it’s ok to deliver your babies now.”

He grabbed his head in agony, wondering what he should do. Delivering them now could hurt them, but it could hurt her more. Having anesthesia in her system while she was already unconscious could hurt her - or worse.

“What do I do?” he cried to his teammates, who were all standing nearby.

Everyone looked on in fear and heartache, not knowing what to say. But JJ, a mother herself, looked at him and asked, “What would Y/N want?”

“She’d want me to save the boys…even if that means she’s at risk.”

                                                    ——————–

After much deliberation, Spencer made the gut-wrenching decision to save his babies, even if that meant losing his wife. It wasn’t what he wanted - he wanted none of this, but Y/N would have done anything to bring the boys into the world safely.

Just an hour after the decision was made, the surgeon came out of the operating room. “Dr. Reid,” he began, not betraying what he was about to say in his voice, “The boys are out safely. They are a little underweight and underdeveloped, but they’ll be okay.” Spencer breathed a slight sigh as his family supported him from behind.

“What about Y/N?” he breathed quietly, tears brimming from the corners of his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Reid. Your wife has fallen into a coma.”

                                                     ——————–

The love of his life was in a coma - and she might never come out of it. The only thing that had kept him sane the past few days was his sons. His beautiful boys - what might be his only reminder of the love he shared with his wife. They were slightly premature, but they were healthy. It destroyed him that they might never be able to meet their mother.

The doctors kept telling him that the longer she was out, the less likely she was to wake up and that he might have to let her go.

“No,” he said sternly, the harshness in his voice surprising his teammates as much as himself. Fatherly and husbandly love was coursing through him, not allowing him to give in to fear. “I’m not giving up on her. She’s going to come out of this and we’re all going to go home.” 

As the doctor turned away to return to his patient, Spencer practically crumbled to floor in a heap of tears, held up by his son’s namesakes.

                                                     ——————–

For another three days, six since his boys were born and his wife had nearly taken from him, Spencer and the team practically lived in the hospital. The team only left to grab clothes and various other things for Spencer because he was glued to her side.

He sat in her room at her side, holding her hand in his own. Forlorn, he looked at his team and then turned to the doctor. “Do you think you can wheel the boys’ incubators in here? I feel like them being nearby might help her.” He was grasping at straws, and he knew it, but the doctor relented, noticing the desperation in his eyes. It wouldn’t hurt the babies, and it would make Spencer feel like he wasn’t losing control.

The mood in the room instantly lifted when the babies were wheeled in, smiles creeping upon the faces of grateful aunts and uncles who were happy to have two new boys to dote on. Spencer tried his best to smile as he walked over to the babies. “This is what she wanted,” he thought to himself. But not hearing her voice was tearing him apart.

“Spencer…” Y/N murmured, startling her husband.

“Y/N!” he practically screamed. “You’re okay! Can you open your eyes?”

“Where are the boys?” she croaked. “Are they okay? Please tell me they’re okay?”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room as Spencer cried to his wife, “Baby, open your eyes. They’re in here right now. They’re perfectly healthy.”

At that her eyes shot open, blatantly weeping, “Oh thank God! Wheel them over here, please!”

Morgan and JJ wheeled the incubators over to her bedside, allowing her to reach inside and touch her precious boys. “I love you so much,” she cried.

Matching his wife’s cries, Spencer bent down to take her lips in his own, thankful more than ever before for his life and luck. “We’re all going to be okay. We can all go home.”

anonymous asked:

I have a prompt for u or for anyone who wants to write Omelia fluff:) They are on their way somewhere and Owen or Amelia gets carsick so they take them to the hospital and they find out (amelia is pregnant or Owen has cancer something like that. )

Pulling Over

Thank you so much for this prompt! I consider myself a preggo pro now so I thought I’d bang this out in one night. I hope it is what you had in mind and that you like it! 

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“Okay so I’ll drive first?” Amelia said, grinning, holding the keys against her chest. He grinned back, chuckling at her as she ran around the car to the driver’s seat, leaving him with the bags. He popped the trunk and could hear the radio playing.

 “What have you got in here Amelia?” he called through the car. She beamed back, eyes shining, “All the essentials” she said, shaking her head, turning back and starting the engine. Rain started to fall as Owen closed the trunk. He looked up at the overcast sky, squinting. Amelia honked the horn once, “Come on, stop daydreaming we’ve got a conference to talk at!” Amelia bellowed jovially from her window.

Owen chortled, speeding around the car and jumping in, just as the rain began to pour.

“Okay” he huffed, out of breathe from his hurry into the car. “Let’s go.” She nodded sharply with a wide smile and pulled out of their drive.


“What time tomorrow are we speaking?” Amelia asked, eyes fixed ahead on the road. Owen lifted the booklet he held, “Er… eleven thirty, it starts at nine AM”  he grimaced.

“Still a bit of a lie in” Amelia said, pouting a smile. He nodded, sighing, relaxing back in his chair. “When shall we swap?” he said, twisting the dial to change the radio.

“Erm…” Amelia widened her eyes on the road and swallowed hard. “Err…” she inhaled sharply and blew out a long steady breath. “Amelia?” Owen stopped his hands and looked to her, concerned. She forced a smile, “Maybe at the next gas station?” she said, shakily. Owen furrowed his brows, moving his hand to rest on her thigh, startling her slightly. She looked down at his hand and relaxed, allowing herself to revel in the warmth of it. “We can pull over here if you want to switch now?” he said.

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Torn 18
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Eric found Mandy in the infirmary working. He walked up to her just as she was about to take a patient’s blood pressure. Mandy was so busy checking the blood pressure cuff she did not notice her patient stifle a gasp as they saw the tall, angry looking Dauntless leader approach behind the nurse.

Eric grabbed her upper arm and pulled her out the door into the hallway.

“Eric! What are you doing?” Mandy started to panic when she saw Eric’s face. He was pissed and it showed in his eyes.

“I need you to listen to me carefully.” Eric’s voice was low and steady. He needed to get his point across to this woman. “Do not……Mandy…listen to me.” Eric grabbed her chin, as she looked away from his piercing blue eyes, to move her back into his line of sight. “You do not go near my child…..do you understand?” Eric squeezed her chin to get his point across. Mandy grimace as she felt his nails dig into the side of her face. “Do. You. Understand?” Tears sprung to Mandy’s eyes as Eric slammed her head against the wall as each word fell from his lips. Mandy nodded her head yes.

“Say it!” Eric’s tone was deadly as he moved closer to her face. He was just a mere inch from her.

“I understand.” Mandy managed to get out as more tears decorated her cheeks. Eric let go of her chin and watched as Mandy slid down the wall in tears. He looked at her with a hint of amusement in his face. Please with her response Eric headed back to your room. Mandy stayed seated on the floor against the wall as her body shook with sobs. It could not be over between her and Eric. She was not going to let it be over. Mandy gasped as her right cheek stung from a slap across her face. She looked at the palm of her hand and smiled as she slapped herself over and over again until her cheeks were flaming and red.

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Preference #7 - You Pass Out-Harry

Warning: fainting, hospitals, pregnancy.

You stood, blinking heavily and pressing a hand to your head. Your head was pounding, and you found it hard to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

“H-Harry? Are you here?” You called out, your voice shaky and weak.

“I’m in the kitchen, love.” Harry called back.

“Can you come here?” You quietly said.

“Coming.” Harry replied, and you heard his footsteps coming towards you, before your vision began to go fuzzy, and all went black. Harry quickly dashed towards you, his arms wrapping around you as you started to fall to the ground. He gently picked you up, carrying you to the couch. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his phone, he dialled 911.

“Hello. It’s my fiancée, she fainted,” Harry explained, biting his lower lip. He rattled off his address, and then hung up, waiting for the EMT’s to show. After a few minutes, the scream of sirens grew louder, and Harry walked towards your front door. He pulled it open, watching as the EMT’s walked up the front steps.

“She’s in the living room,” Harry quietly said, stepping back to let them in. They filed in, immediately heading for the couch. One of the EMT’s got to work, taking her blood pressure and checking her other vitals, as the other approached Harry, who had moved off to the side and was staring at you, lying motionless on the couch.

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