#beep beep graci

[queerrobin]

idk who let me go this long without watching 9-1-1

i am so extremely in love with evan buckley

i wish i could put it to words

#i feel like i've read ever buck x reader fic out there now #kghfvjalhbf #beep beep graci

[theetherealbloom]

WHERE DO WE GO NOW? - CH. 1 | 14th Doctor

Chapter One: After All Of The Time, And Give An Actual Try

Summary: An enigmatic old face makes a reappearance, heralding unforeseen events. A mysterious spaceship plummets to Earth, bringing chaos and prompting the Doctor's intervention. Amidst the unfolding narrative, a cute and endearing creature seeks assistance, weaving together elements of mystery, adventure, and companionship.

Pairing: 14th Doctor x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Hurt-to-Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Possible Plot Holes, Vague Background, Aliens, Mild Horror, Violence, Past Trauma, Depression, Anxiety, Timey-Wimey Stuff, Star-Crossed Lovers, Second Chance 

Word Count: 12.2k

A/N: Surprise! I love Doctor Who too. I’m a huge nerd, I know tehe. I hope you enjoy this mini-series I have planned for the 14th Doctor! As we know, he is played by the beloved David Tennant who is one of my favorite Doctors ever.

Song: Where do we go now? By Gracie Abrams

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MILLSON WAGNER STEELWORKS, NORTH LONDON – EVENING, DECEMBER 2023

A UNIT team was promptly dispatched as the spaceship breached Earth's atmosphere, making its way North of London. Both serving as scientific advisors, you and Shirley were on-site where the ship had landed.

While some military personnel were busy extinguishing the flames from the spacecraft and securing the perimeter, preventing you from delving further into the investigation, you found yourself engrossed in studying the ship's scans displayed on the monitor in your hands, attempting to unravel the mystery.

"Miss them, do you?" A voice called out from behind.

You averted your gaze from the tablet, turning to find Shirley maneuvering her wheelchair next to you. Curious, you asked, "What? Who?"

The redhead sported a cheeky smile. "The Doctor, of course."

It was widely known that you had journeyed alongside the Doctor and his myriad companions. Images of their faces flashed in your mind as you reminisced about those exciting adventures. Rose, Donna, the Ponds, Clara... you longed for them. There was a noticeable absence of the Doctor that left a gaping black hole in your chest.

You shook your head, muttering to yourself, "Can't let the Doctor catch a glimpse of me again; the entire universe might just fold in on itself once more. Already me being here is a problem since there’s a possibility he could pop out at any moment. I’m only on duty since I owe Kate a favor."

Shirley hums and responds, "I've read the files, you know. You two were quite the team. Everything that had happened… was in the wrong place at the right time. Still, it could happen, the two of you… together."

You raise your eyebrows at her and offer a small smile while shaking your head, scoffing, "The Doctor was unaware before, and I won't be the catalyst for another cosmic meltdown due to my selfish reasons. Besides... the Doctor doesn’t know I’m still alive and UNIT is already on my arse for even existing on this timeline.”

The redhead emits a sympathetic murmur and pats the side of your thigh, "Wasn't your fault, love. A colossal tear in time and space that dragged you in here... sounds like fate, or destiny even. If anything, maybe it was supposed to happen... like you and—"

The tablet beeps, abruptly halting Shirley's train of thought. You glance at the monitor, furrowing your brow, then hand over the device to her, saying, "You need to see this. I believe there's more to this than we initially thought."

“Now I think we’re making a fundamental mistake. ‘Cause maybe that spaceship was a collision course to start with, but look.” Shirley says while the UNIT soldier looks at the tablet, “At the last minute, it pulls up, then settles. What I’m sayin’ is, that ship didn’t crash. It parked.”

As Shirley presents her observations to the UNIT soldier, you can't help but notice the intensity in her gaze, the lines of concentration etched across her forehead. The soldier queries, "No signs of life?" You step forward, interjecting, "Not yet. But we don't know what kind of life we're looking for."

Suddenly, an unexplained shiver races up your spine, goosebumps breaking out on your skin. A palpable sense of familiarity and the eerie feeling of being observed by someone you know too well. Your expression shifts into a frown, and Shirley catches on, concern knitting her brows. "What? What's wrong?" she asks.

You open your mouth but hesitate, exchanging glances with Shirley and the UNIT soldier. Shirley, sensing the urgency, instructs the soldier to step aside. Both of you retreat to a secluded corner, where she probes, "What happened? You look like you've seen a ghost, dear."

You exhale shakily, "I... I think he's here. He's back."

Shirley blinks, seeking clarification, "You mean..."

"The Doctor. The Doctor, he’s here."

"Shirley, I need to leave, immediately," you declare, attempting to stride away with urgency.

"Wait, hang on a second," Shirley interjects, gripping your wrist and compelling you to halt. "He's already seen you, yeah? Looks like nothing bad has happened and—"

"Nothing bad has happened yet, Shirley. The stars could go out; millions of galactic species could die if we so much as breathe in each other's direction. I can't risk it. I won't."

Tears well up, and Shirley guides you to a stop near one of the staircases, settling herself in her wheelchair. As you take a seat, you rub both hands over your face, wiping away the tears. "I should have died that day."

Shirley remains silent, allowing you to continue as you shakily sob, "I should have died. But I didn't, and I'm still here."

"I lied to him, Shirley. I lied. He... he might never forgive me for it," you confess brokenly. Shirley shrugs, offering, "You won't know unless you talk. And it seems to me that whatever was keepin’ you apart before… is tellin’ you two maybe now is the right place at the right time."

Deep in contemplation of your choices, someone suddenly seizes your wrist, muffling your voice as they pull you close, your body pressed against a comforting warmth.

"Hey, it's me. It's the Doctor," he reassures, and you instinctively push away, allowing some distance between you two. Both of you stand there panting, but he breaks the silence first, shouting, "I thought you were dead!"

Throwing the words back at him, you retort, "I was supposed to be dead!"

"Why aren't you dead?" he demands, and frustration laces your high-pitched response, "Are you bloody serious in asking me that?”

 “No. Yes! Argh, I don't know!"

Shaking your head and taking a step back, you declare, "I need to leave."

The Doctor firmly grabs your wrist, halting your escape. "No. Not again."

With determination, you wrench your wrist from his strong hold, shouting, "The universe could collapse! Again! We weren't ever supposed to meet. It was a mistake."

Wide-eyed, the Doctor gazes at you and replies in a breathy tone, "Is that really what you think?"

Paused, unable to respond, you hear his voice in your head, a telepathic whisper so familiar. "You and I both know, that it wasn't a mistake."

Glaring at him, you muster as much resistance as possible, but those big dark brown eyes make it challenging. "That's not fair. Get out of my head," you retort with furrowed brows.

The Doctor whispers your name, barely audible, causing you to flinch and look away. Instead of acknowledging his presence, you pivot to a question, "You regenerated… But why this face? Why are you back?"

"Why do you ask? You don't like this one?" he retorts.

Crossing your arms, you roll your eyes, "With you, there's always a reason for everything."

The Doctor admits, "Must be why the TARDIS brought me to you and Donna."

You regard him with a concerned gaze and tone, "What? You saw Donna, did she recognize or remember you?"

"The fail-safe worked; she just commented about my clothes. She has a daughter named Rose," the Doctor hums, kicking a small piece of gravel on the floor. You nod, "Yeah, I keep tabs on 'em. Making sure they're alright. Even though Donna gave all that money away to charity."

"Do you know why she did it?" The Doctor asks.

"I don't. But I have a couple of guesses," you reply with a close-lipped smile and a shrug. The Doctor brings his gaze to you, and you can already feel the question before he says it.

"I thought you were dead, for fifteen years."

You scoff, "Oh, that's nothing for you, Time Lord and all."

The Doctor throws his hands up in frustration, "Oh, don't do that."

"Do what?" you demand.

"Pretend that it was nothing for me! You were everything to me," the Doctor says, taking another step closer, and you take a step back this time. You look at him with narrowed eyes, and in a low tone, you say, "You and I both know that's not true."

"What happened? Where did you go?"

"You and I both know what happened after Arcadia. I was ready to die. I thought I had served my purpose, what I was made for. I got shot midway through the regeneration process, and I felt it. I felt myself slipping away... I could only see the two suns, and then when I closed my eyes, there was this surge of energy... I couldn't explain it back then, and I can't now. But it was like someone had given me their regeneration energy... but when I looked around, no one was there, and I was no longer on Gallifrey."

The Doctor finishes the sentence for you, "You were brought to Earth."

You nod, "I still have no idea who did it. But now, I can't leave. And all those years, my memories were locked away in that old pocket watch until I met you... and then the stars started to go out once more, and I knew I had no choice… I couldn't stay with you."

"All those years... you were alone, just like me," the Doctor says, and you look away before sitting atop one of the crates by the pillar, sighing, "I need to leave again... planets could disappear and galaxies could collapse at any second, and we'd be back where we started."

The Doctor remains silent as you close your eyes, resting your head on one of the stacked crates behind you. You yearn for him. Every atom in your being longs for his presence, yet every angle you examine seems to present an unsolvable puzzle. Thus, you convince yourself that distancing is the best course for everyone involved. How does one repay a sacrifice of such magnitude?

Then, you detect his approaching footsteps, and he settles comfortably beside you, shoulders brushing as he leans in. "Or... we could finally figure out a way to solve the paradox."

Opening your eyes, you shoot him a pointed look. "Doctor, we're in the middle of yet another crisis. A spaceship just landed, and we have no bloody clue who the hell we're dealing with right now. And you want to solve the impossible with our situation?"

"Who says I can't multitask?" he retorts, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. You lightly smack him on the arm, feeling warmth flood your cheeks. Memories of the carefree early days flash through your mind, recalling lingering gazes and soft touches exchanged. Licking your lips nervously, you release a heavy breath, "One problem at a time. We have another alien on the loose."

The Doctor takes that as a win, a calculated risk, with the universe as a potential consequence. He's never demanded anything, and for the first time, he yearns for something for himself. He envisions it — hope — the prospect of finally rewriting the ending you both desperately desire.

The sonic clicks and buzzes as the Doctor conjures a holographic screen, displaying the schematics of the spacecraft that recently landed nearby. He retrieves his glasses from his coat pocket, donning them as he peruses the screen. Pressing a few buttons, he zooms in on the bottom part of the ship before highlighting the drive.

Frowning, your eyes narrow as an unsettling weight settles at the pit of your stomach while reading what's on the screen.

"Too good for us now?" Shirley remarks as she rolls up in her wheelchair. The Doctor briefly glances at her, nodding, and casually greets, "Evening."

Shirley smiles knowingly as she looks between the two of you. "Doctor. I see you and my colleague have talked. Has galaxies and universes collapsed yet?"

The Doctor hums, "Mmmm, not yet. Soon maybe, if I could get her to kiss me."

You smack him on the shoulder a little harder this time, and he yelps out, "Ow!" Making a face at him, you retort, "Oh, sod off!"

The Doctor gives you a cheeky smile while Shirley chuckles next to you. She then looks at the holographic screen on display, and the Doctor brings his focus back to the problem at hand, saying, "That’s a double-bladed dagger drive, damaged by laser fire which means we’ve got two sets of visitors at war with each other."

He glances at Shirley politely, "Nice to meet you. Did you get the heat readings on deceleration?" Shirley chuckles and clicks her tongue, "Oh, I got everything." She unfolds her tablet to give to the Doctor, who presses a button on his sonic screwdriver to close the holographic screen. Taking the tablet, he begins to analyze the readings as your colleague introduces herself, "Shirley Anne Bingham, UNIT Scientific Advisor number 56."

The Doctor sounds delighted, saying, "Oh! I was Scientific Advisor number one."

Shirley smiles, "No, I know. I’ve read the files. I’m gonna get a bonus just for meeting you."

The Doctor makes a face, not used to humble praise. "Oh."

Shirley then asks, "But why are you hiding away? We’re on the same side and it can’t be ‘cause of her now." She looks at you, and you also turn your attention to the Doctor.

He slightly groans and inhales sharply before replying, "It’s all a bit mad, Shirley. I don’t know who I am anymore."

Shirley crosses her legs in the wheelchair and says matter-of-factly, "Well, you look like the Doctor to me."

The Doctor shrugs, "Well, exactly. The one in the skinny suit. After that, I wear a bow tie. After that, I’m a Scotsman. After that, I’m a woman."

Shirley frowns, "But that’s your future. You can’t know that. It’s forbidden."

The Doctor replies, "I regenerated. And she became me."

Both of Shirley’s eyebrows rise, and her eyes widen as she says, "You got your old face back?"

The Doctor replies with a resounding pop, "Yep."

"But why?" Shirley asks, and the Doctor sighs, "Well, that’s what I’m worried about."

He then inhales deeply before continuing, “Because, besides this lovely stubborn woman right next to me,” you pinch the bridge of your nose briefly as he continues, “I've got this friend called Donna Noble. She was my best friend in the whole wide universe. I absolutely love her as much as I love this one right here.” The Doctor pulls a face and pouts, puffing out a breath as his thick eyebrows furrow, he says, “Oh. Hmm. Do I say things like that now?”

Shirley smiles at him while commenting, “Sounds like a good thing to say.”

You mumble, “I’m not used to this.”

“But Donna took the mind of a Time Lord into her head. I had to wipe her memory to save her life. If she ever remembers me she will die. So what happens next?” The Doctor said with emphasis and leaned closer to you and Shirley, “I get this face back, and the TARDIS lands right next to her. I turn around, there’s her husband. A spaceship crashes in front of her. That led me here to my other best friend in the whole wide universe, my Time Lady who I thought was dead for many years. It’s like she’s drawing us in.” The Doctor finishes, and you and Shirley give each other a look, processing everything he has just said. Especially you, who was processing the fact he called you his. You and Shirley blinked a few times before Shirley said, “What? She’s making it happen?”

The Doctor shakes his head, “No, she’s got no idea. She’s so ordinary. She’s brilliant. She’s got this beautiful daughter. She’s happy. Is she? Hmm.” He pauses before saying in a lower tone, “But the universe is turning around the two people I love the most again. I don’t believe in destiny, but if destiny exists, then it's heading straight for Donna Noble and quite possibly the love of my life right next to me.”

You blink in surprise, opening your mouth to try and say something, maybe correct him, but nothing comes out, so you sit there, mouth gaping next to him like a fish while Shirley has a toothy grin as you say to the Doctor, “Okay, I’m still not used to whatever this is… and I don’t think I ever will be. You’re kind of freaking me out a little, dear.”

The Doctor grins, “Ooh, are we doing pet names now darling?”

You rub your right eye, feeling a migraine beginning to form, “I… What the hell is happening? You sure you’re alright? Last time you regenerated into this form you had a high fever and you were… completely out of it.”

The Doctor scrunches his nose and sniffs, “I feel great. Fantastic even!”

You purse your lips, observing the Doctor from head to toe, and then focus on his eyes—those warm, inviting brown eyes. Softly, you remark, “You've grown.”

The Doctor returns your gaze, his lips forming a quirked-up smile that reveals a dimple. "Just a little bit, yeah."

Shirley interjects, steering the conversation back on course, “You said it was also heading for Donna. What for?”

The Doctor responds with a swift, “I don’t know.” Shirley replies with an, “Oh.” The Doctor continues, with deep emphasis, “But she can’t remember. I won’t be the one who kills her.”

Shirley nods, and the tablet in the Doctor’s hands beeps. He looks at it, saying, “Right. There’s no sign of a pilot, but that’s not an automatic drive, so you should look for–”

“Ma’am,” a soldier interrupts, cutting off the Doctor. He slinks back into the shadows, and you and Shirley listen to what the soldier has to say. “We found the escape pod. No sign of life, but we’re moving out to secure the site.”

Shirley quickly replies, “Good work, soldier. Go get it.” Dismissing the soldier and watching her walk away, the Doctor moves to stand, removing his glasses and putting them away, ready to follow the soldier. But Shirley raises her hand and says to him, “Uh, yeah, yeah. Not you two, mate. I’ve got this. Off you pop. Bye-bye.”

Shirley begins to roll her wheelchair away, leaving the Doctor and you confused. The Doctor then calls out to her, “Waited your whole life?”

To which Shirley throws a look over her shoulder as she responds with a smirk, “You wish.”

The Doctor looks at you, and you look up at him. He turns his hand, palm up, waiting for you to take it with your hand. You glance at his hand and back to his eyes; he sees the uncertainty swirling through your gaze.

The Doctor speaks gently, “I know you aren’t ready and you’re scared… but I know you’re brave. And the universe listens to the brave. C’mon, it’s time to be brave again.”

You release a shaky exhale, swallowing the lump in your throat and dismissing the rational urge to walk away from him. Taking his hand, he tugs you along, pushing his legs into a run with you, hand-in-hand.

He thrusts the exit door open, utilizing his sonic screwdriver with his other hand on the back of the UNIT truck, the chains rattling as the trunk hatch pops open, pulling you with him to settle at the back of the truck.

As the UNIT truck pulls away, you see Shirley waving you off, and the Doctor gives her a small salute while you offer her a faint smile.

CHISWICK, LONDON – EVENING, 2023

You constantly poked your head out to see the stars, in case anything had changed. The Doctor held your hand, squeezing it every time you did, quietly reassuring you that whatever you faced, you'd do it together.

Arriving in the residential area, a long street lined with cars and now multiple UNIT trucks and soldiers running around, you could hear Donna shouting, “Oh, what the hell is it doing in my shed? Get out of my garden!”

The Doctor ran towards the sound of her voice, and you followed him. Reaching Donna's home, the Doctor pounded on the door, “Let us in! Let us in!”

Sylvia glared at the Doctor as she briskly walked towards him, but he exclaimed happily, “Sylvia! Oh, Sylvia! So nice to see you again. Could you let us in?”

Sylvia angrily whispered, “You said that if she sees you again, she will die. Well, no. If – if she remembers me. That’s slightly different.”

You heard and saw Donna through the stained glass yelling from down the hall, “No such thing as spaceships? We’ve got a bloody Martian in the shed!”

Sylvia angrily said, “Just get out of here, now.” But the Doctor knelt down to peek through the mail slot to see all the commotion, finding a small white fluffy creature with big eyes. “Oh, wow. He’s so cute,” the Doctor mumbled. With no other choice, he used his sonic to unlock the door as Sylvia told Donna, “Don’t look! Don’t look. It doesn’t exist.”

As the Doctor walked down the hall, with you trailing behind him, Sylvia whirled around to slap the Doctor. He grunted and groaned, “Here we go again.”

“It’s that man!” You recognized Rose say as Donna pointed at the Doctor, “Oh, it’s the skinny man!”

Sylvia continued to try and gaslight Donna, outstretching both her arms to block both of you, “He’s not there! You can’t see him. And there’s no monster. Oh, for the love of God, none of this is real!”

You and the Doctor ducked down and crawled to the creature to help assist them. In the middle of all the shouting and noise, you saw Shaun Temple appear, saying, “Hey, hey. Dad’s home.”

Everyone stood at a standstill, wide-eyed and unsure of what to do next. After a pause, Shaun commented with a small smile, “Something smells nice.” Sylvia smiled, “Tuna madras.”

“Meep, meep.”

As you and the Doctor sat on the floor, he carefully wrapped Meep’s injury in his hands with medical tape, while you quickly assessed if the Meep had any more injuries. Sylvia spoke to Donna, “We should think about infection. I mean, I think this man should deal with this beast, and we can leave him alone and go back to mine.”

Donna pulled her arm away from Sylvia and gestured around the Meep, “Never mind. Never mind about the ferret from Mars.” She gave you and the Doctor a pointed look as she growled out, “Who the hell are you two?”

You looked to the Doctor for help, and he stumbled over his words, “I– um. What was it?” He looked to Shaun who replied, “A friend from Nerys.” To which the Doctor promptly agreed, “That’s it.”

Donna scrunches her nose and says, “Nerys. Well, now it all makes sense. That viper in the nest.” She continues and points to the Meep, “I’m not going anywhere. We could sell mad Paddington for a million quid.”

Everyone reacted, giving Donna a pointed look and a noise of disagreement, “Woah!” Donna tried to justify her comment by saying, “You fill the fridge!”

The Doctor’s expressive eyebrows furrowed, and he asked Donna, “What did happen to all your money?” Donna got defensive and threw back, “Why are you so interested in us? Everywhere you go, there you are. Now you got this woman with you,” She gestured to you, “are you sure you’re safe with him, darling? Is he forcing you to be with him? Did he kidnap you?!”

You blinked wildly at Donna, “Uh, no– I’m good. He’s my partner.”

The Doctor smirked at you, “Ooh, I’m your partner?” To which you narrowed your eyes at him, “Quiet, you.” He pouted but continued to finish wrapping the injury of the Meep, then the Doctor said, “There is one person missing. I used to know your grandad, Wilf.”

Donna shook her head, “He’s not with us anymore.”

The Doctor had a somber expression as he nodded, “Right. Course. He wasn’t young; he was—” His lower lip trembled as he admitted, “I loved that man. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Donna shook her head, emphasizing, “He’s not dead.” Sylvia shot the Doctor a sharp look, “You idiot.”

The Doctor gaped at them, and Donna continued to share, “He’s in sheltered accommodation. He’s 94. He can’t manage the stairs.” Shaun took over, saying, “We were lucky. We couldn’t afford it, but this offer came along.”

Rose smiled, painting a vivid picture, “It’s amazing. He’s got this room, like a cottage and a garden, and it’s almost free.”

“Run by that lot in the middle of town? UNIT? This woman in charge, Kate, she says he’s an old soldier, she’ll look after him.” Shaun said, and the Doctor's face lit up, “Right. I know her. She’s looking after Wilf. Brilliant. Brilliant.”

Shaun tilted his head as he looked at you, “You look very familiar… Weren’t you with Kate as you were helping with the accommodations for Wilf?”

Your lips pinched together as you nodded, “Yeah, I work with UNIT. I check on him regularly; he’s wonderful.”

“Meep, meep.”

You and the Doctor turned to the fluffy white creature in front of you, and the Doctor’s eyebrows raised as he inhaled sharply, “Yes! The Meep. I promise I can help him get home. Then you’ll never have to see me, or well, the both of us ever again.”

Rose looked at the Doctor and gave him a questioning look, “You’re assuming he as a pronoun? Hmm.”

The Doctor took it in stride and nodded, “True. Yes. Sorry. Good point.” He quickly turned to the creature and asked, “Are you he, or she, or they?”

The high-pitched voice of the Meep responded, “My chosen pronoun is the definite article. I am always the Meep.”

The Doctor’s expression shifted to one of understanding as his thick eyebrows raised and he nodded, “Oh. I do that. But you were shot down. Who wants you dead?”

You tilt your head, captivated by the Meep's explanation, “The Wrath Warriors. They cultivate Meepkind for our beautiful fur. But then the galaxy said, ‘No more fur. It’s wrong. So the Wrath Warriors slaughtered their livestock.”

The Doctor crosses his arms, a thoughtful expression on his face, and leisurely leans back on the couch, letting his back rest against it, “You’re a fashion victim.”

A collective groan escapes from all the humans in the room, “No.”

The Doctor quickly mumbles an apology, and the Meep continues, “Now, they will hunt me down till there are no Meeps left.” The Meep sniffs, “It breaks both my hearts.”

You and the Doctor exchange surprised glances, both of your eyebrows raised. The Doctor shares with the Meep as he gestures to both of you, “You got two hearts? So do we.”

Donna quickly catches onto the Doctor's revelation and frowns, “You’ve got what?”

Sylvia tries to downplay what the Doctor just exposed, stammering as she speaks to Donna, “No. He means it like a metaphor. Like two minds. Do you?” You and the Doctor shake your heads, but suddenly there’s a pounding at the door.

“Open up!”

“Well, what the hell is it now?” Donna exclaims, her frustration evident as she wonders why all these strange anomalies keep happening. The Doctor pushes himself up, and you assist him with his navy blue coat as he puts it on. He continues addressing everyone in the room, “Ah, good. The soldiers! They can give us a lift.”

As he goes to answer the door, leaving you with the Meep and Donna’s family, Rose can't help but ask, “Are you two…”

Your cheeks feel flush, the tips of your ears turning warm, “Yep.”

Just as Donna is about to make a cheeky comment, you hear the Doctor slam the front door shut, loudly informing you all, “I think we need to run. Woah!”

Suddenly, an explosion rocks the backdoor, causing everyone to hit the ground with a collective yelp. You and the Doctor peek to look at the new visitor; arthropods, with a tough chitinous exoskeleton. With their external skeleton acting as a skelo-shield they had formidable strength. Their eyes were like large red lights. Seeing the Wrath Warriors enter while saying, “Wrath, attack formation! Surrender the Meep!”

UNIT soldiers burst in from the main entrance, their voices echoing down the hallway as they shout instructions to each other. The distant hum of gunfire and the vivid flashes of lasers light up the space, creating a chaotic symphony that fills your senses.

Donna, caught in the middle of the sudden onslaught, shouts in confusion and frustration, “What the hell is going on?”

The Doctor deftly manipulates his sonic screwdriver, adjusting its settings. He turns to Shaun and inquires, “Where’s your car?”

Shaun, bewildered but cooperative, responds, “Uh, five- five doors down.”

“Excellent.” The Doctor nods. He pivots, activating the sonic screwdriver to generate large, rectangular force fields. The blue glow emanating from the force fields reveals a recent upgrade, and you can't help but smile, commenting, “Nice upgrade, love.”

“Thanks, dearest. Help me move this, won’t you?” The Doctor passes the sonic to Donna, who handles it with familiarity. You and the Doctor work together to slide the force field into the first section of the hallway, dodging blaster shots as you go. Once in the living room again, you take the sonic from Donna, creating your force field with the Doctor’s scientific instrument. The Doctor observes you with admiration, and together, you slide the final force field into place, sealing off the area where the Wrath Warriors were firing from.

Immediately, the Doctor issues a commanding directive to the Noble-Temple family and the Meep, “Upstairs! Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up!” They follow the urgent order, shrieking as they ascend the stairs, sandwiched between the force fields that shield them from the relentless onslaught of gunshots and laser fire.

“Come on, Meep!” The Doctor encourages, executing an energetic dance of hopping and flailing arms. The Meep responds with a whimper, “No.” Undeterred, you and the Doctor persist, the Doctor continuing his lively hopping routine, insisting, “Come on! That’s it.”

You guide the Meep up the stairs, the Doctor closely behind. A reassuring hand rests on your back as the trio ascends. When you're halfway across the corridor, a deafening explosion erupts from behind. The Noble-Temple family screams in fear, and you're thrown to the ground. However, the Doctor reacts swiftly, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to break your fall. In a protective move, he cushions the impact with his body, leaving you on top of him.

You swiftly roll off him, your palms hitting the floor as you propel yourself upward. Grasping the Doctor's hand, you haul him to his feet, both of you swiftly turning around to confront the aftermath—a colossal, gaping hole now occupying the space where a window once stood. Donna's cry of agony echoes through the room, "My house!"

Despite the devastation, there's no time for dwelling. The Doctor urgently directs everyone, gesticulating emphatically, "Upstairs. Upstairs, upstairs!"

Observing the Wrath Warriors soaring menacingly through the breached window, and amidst the symphony of gunfire and laser blasts echoing from the stairs, you and the Doctor deftly ascend to the third floor. With a swift motion, he lowers the ladder leading to the attic, urgently urging everyone, "Up we go! Fast as you can."

The entire group efficiently ascends to the attic. Positioned beside a robust brick wall connecting attics along the street, you and the Doctor huddle close. The Doctor showcases the device in his hand, proclaiming, "This is a sonic screwdriver. And if it's good at one thing, it's resonating concrete." He flips it in one hand before activating it, causing vibrations to ripple through the mortar.

Shaun interjects, "That's not concrete. That's mortar." Donna, in her familiarly exasperated tone, sighs and quips, "Thank you, Bob the Builder."

With a determined push, you and the Doctor dislodge the bricks, prompting them to cascade down. Donna crouches beside the Doctor, complimenting, "Skinny minnie, you're not bad."

The Doctor grins at Donna, "You think?"

However, Sylvia intervenes, frowning as she guides Donna aside, firmly asserting, "No, she doesn't. Now move."

"Come on. Five houses down," the Doctor grunts, effortlessly moving aside a box brimming with Christmas decorations. He takes the lead, guiding the family through the interconnected attics.

Traversing through these loft spaces, you witness the chaotic scene unfolding outside, with laser beams and gunshots punctuating the air. Explosions resonate in the distance as you navigate the makeshift route, carefully descending a staircase. Along the way, you stealthily pass by someone deeply immersed in sleep on a couch, oblivious to the turmoil around them.

Upon reaching a door, the Doctor jostles it open, revealing a view of the black cab parked a few meters away. Amidst the cacophony of gunfire and distant shouts, the Doctor extends his hand and requests, "Can I have the keys?" Shaun promptly hands them over.

As the Wrath Warriors advance with their menacing backs turned, the Doctor swiftly swings the door open, directing the family and the Meep into the sanctuary of the black cab. Positioned in the passenger seat, you observe the Doctor deftly using his fingers to check the pulse of a fallen UNIT soldier. Abruptly, a Wrath Warrior pivots, growling, "Meep located. Stop the Meep!"

Evading blaster fire with nimble agility, the Doctor slips into the driver's seat, swiftly igniting the engine and propelling the cab into motion. The Meep whimpers, "Help! Save the Meep!"

As the Doctor skillfully navigates away, Donna exclaims, "Oh my God!" Shaun pivots within the cab, jubilantly stating, "You did it!" Meanwhile, Rose chimes in, "We're alive," and Sylvia expresses gratitude, "Thank you."

"Meep, meep."

While the Doctor keeps a vigilant eye on the side mirrors during the escape, there's a discernible shift in his tone, "Either we've escaped, or we've got things very, very wrong."

UNDERGROUND PARKING GARAGE, LONDON – EVENING, 2023

The Doctor skillfully maneuvers the cab, smoothly parking it in an underground garage. A contemplative furrow graces his forehead as he steps out of the vehicle. With an attentive courtesy, he opens the passenger door, gesturing for you to alight from the cab. Simultaneously, he opens the back passenger door, facilitating the exit of the Meep.

The Doctor deftly extracts a barrister's wig from the depths of his coat, perching it atop his head with an air of theatrical flair. Meanwhile, the Meep positions itself purposefully in front of the cab. In a tone of authoritative declaration, the Doctor announces, "This court is now in session."

With a swift motion, he retrieves his trusty sonic screwdriver, and it emits a distinctive whiz as he proclaims, "Intercept teleport!"

The Meep emits a piercing shriek, swiftly retreating a few meters behind you and the Doctor. Donna, emerging from the cab, questions, "What the hell are you doing?" The Doctor, with an authoritative air, responds, "Silence in the court."

In the blink of an eye, two Wrath Warriors materialize just across from you and the Doctor. You stand there, massaging your face with your hand, as he adopts a menacing tone and declares, "I’m invoking Shadow Proclamation protocols 15, P, and 6. Under my jurisdiction, there will be no violence until such time I deem it fit and proper. Is that understood?"

The Wrath Warriors nod in compliance, dutifully stowing away their weapons to their sides. The Doctor, brandishing his sonic, gestures towards the taxi, asserting, “Now, exhibit A. The taxi. No scorch marks. Donna, can you confirm?” Donna swivels around, inspecting the taxi behind her, and nods, “Um. Yes, no, nothing.”

You arch your eyebrows, interjecting, “We were hit by plasma bolts, but there isn’t a mark.” The Doctor affectionately kisses your forehead, remarking, “Clever girl.” You duck your head, feeling a slight warmth in your chest and cheeks. He proceeds, “And that soldier in the street. He was unconscious, not dead.” Pointing at the Wrath Warriors' guns with his sonic screwdriver, he continues, “Exhibit B. Those guns are stun guns. Is that correct?”

The right Wrath Warrior nods, “The guns apply a mild and harmless neural anesthetic. For the record, my name is Sergeant Zogroth.” The left Wrath Warrior adds on and says, “And I am Constable Zreeg.”

The Meep interjects from behind you, its large ears folding to the side, “But the evil Wrath Warriors want to kill the Meep.”

“The only ones out to kill were the soldiers with the swirling eyes,” the Doctor asserts, gesturing in a circular motion with his sonic, his eyes widening to emphasize his point. “Were they coming to hurt you, the Meep? Or save you?” The Doctor eyes the furry creature suspiciously.

“If I may speak,” Sergeant Zogroth says, and the Doctor promptly replies, “Address the court.”

“The story of the Meep is a tragic tale. Their planet basked in the light of a living sun. Until one terrible day, the sun went mad,” Sergeant Zogroth began, his voice laden with the weight of the narrative. Constable Zreeg chimed in, “A psychedelic sun.”

Sergeant Zogroth continued, “Its radiation mutated all of Meepkind into cruel beasts who live for conquest.”

The Doctor's face lights up with realization, "The eyes. That's solar psychedelia." Sergeant Zogroth adds, “It renders them as maniacs.”

“The Meep army captured the Galactic Council, beheaded them, and ate them,” Constable Zreeg revealed, sending shivers down your spine. You and the Doctor exchange a grimace at the horrifying revelation. “The Wrath Warriors were summoned. And we fought across the stars, a long and awful battle,” Sergeant Zogroth continued with a somber tone.

“Meepkind died rather than surrender. And now, only this one survives. Their leader, the most cruel and despicable of all,” he added, pointing to the Meep, who responded with a plaintive, “Meep, meep.”

The Doctor, adopting a composed stance, interjects, “Now. Let’s be fair. It’s your turn, the Meep. Witness for the defense. So, what do you say?” The Doctor crosses his arms, and you observe as the Meep's innocent visage transforms into something more sinister and monstrous.

The Meep's sharp teeth are bared as it growls defiantly, "Oh, to hell with this!" With a swift motion, it brandishes a weapon, declaring, "Exhibit C!" The Meep takes aim and fires, bringing down the two Wrath Warriors, their bodies collapsing to the ground. You, the Doctor, and Donna quickly rush to the fallen foes. The Doctor, during the action, removes his barrister wig. The Meep, in a sinister tone, adds, "No stun guns for me! Just die!"

Shaun leaps out of the cab, urgently shouting, "Donna! Donna, don't!" Despite his plea, Donna remains fixated on the fallen warriors, her concern evident. You find yourself beside the Doctor on the ground as the Meep triumphantly declares, "And here they come! My soldiers of the psychedelic sun!"

Suddenly, a convoy of UNIT vehicles arrives, accompanied by soldiers with their distinctive headgear, forming a protective perimeter around all of you. Their authoritative voices ring out, "Obey the Meep!"

Donna, her maternal instincts flaring, turns to Shaun and passionately commands, "Get out! Get Rose out!"

Shaun swiftly maneuvers to the driver’s seat while Rose and Sylvia settle back in the taxi. However, the UNIT soldiers, now under the control of the Meep, have you all surrounded with no clear escape.

“I don’t need to pretend, for I am the Beep of all the Meeps,” the Meep declares, grinning menacingly with its sharp teeth.

Sergeant Zogroth emits a final groan, his parting words being, “Sergeant Zogroth regrets retirement from active duty.” His eyes dim, and his body goes limp. Donna, disgusted, confronts the Meep, saying, “I was right. You are a monster.”

The Meep revels in Donna’s anger, taunting, “And you believed every word I said. You stupid woman! With your weird child!”

Donna, ready to confront the Meep for insulting her daughter, stands defiantly, retorting, “Oh, don’t you dare!”

The Meep, relishing the confrontation, points its weapon at Donna, threatening, “Oh, I dare!”

You quickly rise, positioning yourself in front of Donna, raising your hands in a protective stance. Simultaneously, the Doctor moves across the floor on his knees, hands raised, pleading, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! But— Last-minute evidence! Me.”

He emphatically points to himself and exclaims, “Why are there two more two-hearted species on this planet? Unless we are part of a strategy by the Wrath Warriors to outfox you? If you kill me and her and fail to take this family hostage, you’ll never find out, will you?”

The Meep hums, then commands the soldiers, “Bring them!”

The Doctor stands animatedly, “Good! Now, look, I can suggest a much better way off this planet than a double-bladed dagger drive. ‘Cause that thing is gonna—”

His sentence remains unfinished as he is abruptly knocked out by a UNIT soldier. The Meep cackles triumphantly as the rest of you are ushered into the back of a truck, alongside the unconscious Doctor.

On the truck's floor, the Doctor lay with his head resting on your lap, his unconscious form a testament to the challenges you faced. Your fingers moved soothingly through his untamed, spikey hair, offering a quiet comfort amid the tension.

Donna observed the scene, her curiosity getting the better of her. "How long have you two been together?" she inquired, attempting to place where she might have encountered you before.

"A good number of years," you replied, choosing to keep the more intricate details to yourself, considering the Doctor's timeless nature.

Rose, equally intrigued, posed another question, "Are you two married?"

A snort escaped you. "Nope. I don't think he wants that with me if I'm being honest."

“Why?” Rose pressed on.

Your gaze drifted, and you sniffed softly. "I’m all sorts of wrong for him. And sometimes, it scares me. The emptiness I see in my eyes,” you admitted, vulnerability seeping into your words. Your eyes lingered on the Doctor as you continued, “The Doctor is brilliant. He is truly brilliant. After all he’s been through... he deserves everything good and more… more than me.”

As your confession lingered in the air, the Doctor began to stir awake, bringing a momentary hush to the truck. His eyes fluttered open, and a low groan escaped him as he gradually sat up, settling next to you.

Donna eyed the Doctor with suspicion, her narrowed gaze fixed on him. "Who are you?" she questioned, her tone demanding answers.

The Doctor, still feeling the effects of his earlier unconsciousness, touched the back of his head with a wince. "I’m just passing by," he nervously replied, attempting to deflect her inquiries.

Undeterred, Donna redirected her attention to her mother, Sylvia, and pressed on, "Do you know him?" Sylvia, in an attempt to conceal any familiarity, shook her head, responding, "No."

Donna, frustrated and puzzled, continued, "You act like you know him. Ever since he arrived, it’s like—" She heaved a heavy sigh, abruptly halting her train of thought. "I’m so stupid!" she declared, voicing her self-reproach.

Shaun quickly reassured his wife, "No. No, you’re not."

Donna shook her head, lost in contemplation. "We could be living somewhere far away from here. Monte Carlo. Switzerland." She then turned to her daughter Rose, who sat beside her. "And you— And you’d be safe, Rose." Donna pulled Rose into a comforting side hug. "It’s all my fault. Gave away that lottery money."

The Doctor, unable to resist his curiosity, interjected, "Why?"

Donna shot him a glare. "Because. There are places out there where people are in danger. And in pain. And fear. And I could help. Just felt the sort of thing he would do." Her words hung in the air, revealing a sense of duty and compassion that drove her actions.

Abruptly, the truck jolts to a stop, resulting in the Doctor colliding with one of the crates, eliciting a pained groan. You swiftly move to assist him. The truck door swings open, and a stern voice commands, "Out!"

MILLSON WAGNER STEELWORKS 

NORTH LONDON, – EVENING, DECEMBER 2023

The UNIT soldiers briskly led you towards the heart of the steelworks, where the Meep's spaceship had strategically landed.

"It didn't choose the steelworks by accident. It came here to be mended," the Doctor remarked as the group neared the spacecraft. The Meep made a grand entrance, seated on a makeshift throne of steel carried by a procession of UNIT soldiers. With its menacing teeth and booming voice, it declared, "Hail to the Meep!"

A hypnotic chant echoed through the steelworks as multiple officers joined in unison, "Hail to the Meep. Hail to the Most High. Hail to the Meep. Hail to the Most High."

"Human scum, behold my vessel to the stars! Far beyond your tiny, grasping minds," Beep the Meep declares with an air of arrogance. You respond with an eye roll of annoyance, and the Doctor shakes his head while humorously interjecting, "I name this ship the Delusions of Grandeur."

Beep the Meep growls in protest, "Meep."

"You can't fire those engines. Not from here. A dagger drive gets its energy by stabbing down. It would extract, ooh, five square miles? The whole of London town burnt as fuel," the Doctor explains, his tone serious and concerned.

Rose, wearing a frown, adds, "But that's nine million people."

"A great day for Meepkind. And the start of a new reign of terror as the Meep return to the stars for revenge. And feasting. Now, activate the initializers," the Meep commands, its voice dripping with malevolence.

A disciplined UNIT soldier swiftly responds, "Initializers activated."

The low hum of the spaceship's engines reverberates through the steelworks as the Meep grins with an evil glint in its eyes, proclaiming, "Brandish the gravity stanchions."

"Gravity stanchions brandished," announces a focused UNIT soldier as the prongs of the spacecraft forcefully dig into the ground.

"Calibrate the flight deck," the Meep commands with a sense of authority, intensifying the tension in the air.

A disciplined UNIT member announces, "Flight deck calibrated."

The Meep, perched on its steel throne, commands, "Take the prisoners on board! Then I’ll decide which one to eat first. Hail to Meep!"

The rhythmic chant of the hypnotized UNIT soldiers fills the air, "Hail to the Most High! Hail to the Meep!" while the Meep indulges in a sinister cackle, reveling in its delusions of grandeur.

The liftgate slams shut, transporting you to a different floor. Thoughts of subduing the UNIT guards swirl in your mind as the lift grinds to a halt. As the gate creaks open, Shirley appears, wearing a mischievous grin. "Evening, boys."

With swift precision, she activates a concealed device beneath her wheelchair, firing two darts at each soldier. The tranquilizers swiftly take effect, rendering the guards unconscious.

"You've got weapons in your wheelchair," the Doctor exclaims, eyeing Shirley with a mixture of surprise and admiration. She glances back at him, a knowing look in her eyes, and responds, "We all have. You've got your girl to thank for that. Come on." With a nod, she leads the way, wheeling herself confidently through the complex.

"Right. You lot, the family, you can get out through that door," Shirley says, gesturing towards the exit on the right. She then turns her attention to you and the Doctor, her tone more serious, "You need to get to the engine control. But the port side’s guarded, and there's no way around it."

A quick exchange of glances between you and the Doctor precedes his question to Shirley, "So what do we do?"

With a confident smirk, Shirley retorts, "I don’t just fire darts, mate." She spins her wheelchair around, revealing hidden capabilities. With the push of a button, two missiles activate and blast through the wall, creating a makeshift path forward. The unexpected firepower leaves you and the Doctor momentarily impressed.

Shirley swiftly directs the family, "You lot run. I’ll fight them off at the lift."

The Doctor tightens his grip on your hand, leading you through the large breach in the wall. The chaotic, metallic environment of the spaceship's bridge unfolds before you. With his trusty sonic screwdriver, the Doctor deftly manipulates the controls, unlocking the gate to the engine control room. As the door creaks open, the two of you step inside, ready to stop the ship from taking off.

The Doctor removes his coat and hangs it on one of the pillars as the ship's system voice declares, “Dagger drive systems initializing.”

In a sudden burst of energy, Donna enters the control room panting, "That's enough… running. Blimey."

The system voice abruptly announces, “Chamber deadlocked.” Panic sets in as the only exit seals shut, leaving the Doctor frustrated. He slams his hands on the door, exclaiming, “No, no, no, no! I told you to go—just don’t!”

Frantically, he moves about the room, urging, “No time. I’ve got this. We’ve got it. We’ve got it. You stay there. Don’t move, Donna!”

The Doctor and you scramble around, pressing buttons and flicking switches, racing against time as the system voice declares, “Star launch in five minutes.”

Climbing up one of the pillars, the Doctor instructs you while you squat on the other side to manipulate hidden switches. Suddenly, the system announces, “Deadlock sealed.” A flicker of discomfort courses through both of you as the ship's mechanisms react.

“It’s been deadlocked,” you groan, and Donna questions, “What’s that mean?” 

The Doctor replies swiftly, “It means, we can do it by hand.”

You move to the far end of the ship, and the system voice chimes in again, “Maxifold bisecting.” A glass pane wall starts dividing the room, separating you from the Doctor and Donna. “You can stay on that side Doctor, I—” But then the Doctor rolls under the glass just before it seals, protesting, “Oh. No, no, no, no!”

“Double dagger drive installed and initiated.”

You can feel your eye twitch as you look at the Doctor standing next to you. “Okay, okay. Okay, we can do it with half the room. That’s fine.” The Doctor tries to reassure himself and you look at him wondering why he had to end up on your side of the room.

“Let me help.” Donna insists and the Doctor is quick to disagree, “No! You can’t get involved.”

Donna looks at the Doctor with a glare, challenging him and the Doctor tries to steady his resolve, “You can’t!”

It's then your turn to shoot him a pointed look. The Doctor groans and pants in frustration before finally surrendering. He instructs Donna, "Switches, the top ones, the blue ones, flick them all down."

Donna diligently follows his directions, swiftly flicking the switches down, while you navigate to a different section of your side of the room to spin a dial a few times. Despite your efforts, it proves futile, and you slump down in disappointment. The Doctor, leaning defeatedly on a pillar, somberly admits, "We've run out of time."

“Ignition in 230.”

The Doctor sighs with a heavy burden on his shoulders as he confides in Donna, "If there was anything else I could do, but there's one thing left."

"Well— Well, then do it," Donna urges, her tone laced with desperation. The Doctor, however, looks down in shame, prompting Donna to insist, "Hurry up and do it! What are you waiting for?"

Pushing himself off the pillar, the Doctor strides over to the glass partition separating Donna from the two of you. "I think… all that coincidence was heading here to save London from burning. 'Cause the three of us can stop this ship. Together."

Donna gasps in realization, "Oh."

As you rise and move towards the glass, locking eyes with Donna, you declare, "But it will kill you."

Donna sharply inhales, and responds easily, “Okay.”

The Doctor’s voice cracks as he says, “You’ll die.”

Donna's lower lip trembles, her eyes reflecting the imminent crisis, as she says, "My daughter is down there."

"Ignition in 180."

Tears well up in Donna's eyes, and her voice stammers with fear, "And it's not just Rose. It's nine million people. Who cares about me?"

The Doctor responds swiftly, his urgency palpable, "I do. We both do."

Donna takes a deep breath, mustering courage, and asks, "But why?" She pauses, gathering her thoughts, and continues, "I'm just no one."

The Doctor's expression shifts to one of anger, his eyebrows furrowing as he yells, "No, you are not!"

He takes a few steps back, the weight of the situation evident in his sob and scream, "Why does it have to be this?"

"Entering the final sequence."

The Doctor looks at Donna with a somber gaze, defeated, as he utters the words that trigger Donna's memories, "Westerly. Pelican. Dreams."

Donna is desperate as she says, "I don't— Look, I don't care what it is. All right. Just— just go on and do it, will you?"

"Ignition in 150."

"Tornado. Clifftops. Andante," the Doctor says.

"Get on with it!" Donna shouts.

The Doctor continues, "Grief. Fingerprint. Susurration."

Donna's eyes light up as she begins to remember her adventures, "Oh."

The Doctor and Donna utter the last few words in unison, "Sparrow. Dance. Mexico. Binary. Binary. Binary."

A golden glow emanates from Donna, the metacrisis shimmering through as she regains her memories once more. You and the Doctor press your palms against the glass, witnessing her transformative moment.

"Ignition in 100."

As the glow dissipates, the Doctor anxiously asks, "Are you alright?"

"Ignition in 90."

Donna pants, sighs, and sweeps her bangs away from her eyes as she glares at the Doctor. Inhaling deeply, she says, "I gave away my money."

"Ignition in 75."

The Doctor looks at her, puzzled, "Right, but—"

Donna, expressing a mix of frustration and anger, interrupts, "I gave away all my money. And do you know why, Doctor? I gave it away to be like you. So I could be kind. So I could be nice. So I could be helpful— I—"

Donna releases a frustrated growl as the system voice continues, "Ignition in one minute."

Moving her face closer to the glass panel, Donna continues, "I had a subconscious, infracutaneous, retrofold memory loop making me act as soft as you and give away 166 million pounds!"

"Ignition in 50."

The Doctor, wide-eyed, nods in agreement but attempts to refocus on the urgent matter, "Yes, Donna, but— Destruction of London?"

"Oh, I'll show you destruction, mate," Donna declares, intertwining her fingers before flexing them to crack her knuckles.

"Ignition in 40."

You and the Doctor observe in awe as Donna moves around the control panel with ease. "I'll triple-drive the particle manifesto, overstep the umbilical feed, vindicate the cyberline, and roast the hyperfeeds! Like this!" Donna exclaims, spinning the dial on the lower left of her.

The Doctor navigates about half of the room, deftly flicking switches while instructing, "Maximise the stressfold links!"

"Channel up the booster drive!" Donna commands, pressing a few buttons.

"Inculcate the plexidrones!" You chime in, flicking a few more switches.

"And shatterfry the positrons! Oh yes!" Donna exclaims.

"Twenty, nineteen..."

Donna interrupts, asking, "How long have I got to live?" as she switches off a few controls.

"...sixteen, fifteen..."

All three of you simultaneously answer, "Fifty-five seconds."

"Thirteen, twelve, eleven..."

"The best fifty-five seconds of my life!" Donna exclaims.

"Seven, six, five, four..."

"Because I get to do this!" Donna proudly announces, turning around and simultaneously flicking off several switches.

"Three, two— Ignition halted."

You three watch as the panel flies off the wall; the countdown has stopped, and Donna proudly states, "Donna Noble is descending."

"Ignition reverse. Ignition reverse."

"It’s working!" The Doctor's voice resonates with exhilaration as the tangible effects of the reversed dagger drive unfold before your eyes.

However, your joy is cut short when you notice Donna beginning to falter. Panic sets in, and you urgently cry out, "No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

Swiftly, both you and the Doctor move in unison to catch Donna as she descends, cradling her fragile form in your arms. Donna sighs, her expression reflecting a mix of exhaustion and relief. The Doctor reassures her, "We did it. She’s fine. She’s safe. You saved her."

Donna smiles weakly, and you add, "You saved them all."

In a moment of introspection, Donna questions, "Why did this face come back?" She turns her gaze towards the Doctor, who responds with a sigh, "I don’t know."

"To say goodbye," Donna asserts with a soft smile. She then shifts her attention to you, saying, "Oh, the Stargazer. I’ve missed you."

"I’ve missed you too, Donna, every day," you confess, and the Doctor emits a thoughtful hum.

"Good fun, though," Donna remarks, her chuckles mingling with yours and the Doctor's. The lighthearted moment takes an abrupt turn as Donna's eyes flutter closed, her entire being going limp in the arms of her two closest companions.

A collective sob escapes from you and the Doctor as you sit there, cradling your best friend, a bittersweet mixture of victory and loss filling the air.

Abruptly, the door to the engine control room opens, revealing a cadre of UNIT soldiers with swirling, hypnotized eyes. The air tightens with tension as one of them declares, "We have orders to kill you."

Undeterred, the Doctor retorts defiantly, "Do what you want. This ship isn't going anywhere. You were beaten. By the DoctorDonna." The soldiers, rifles at the ready, cast ominous shadows in the confined space. You resign yourself to the impending threat, feeling the Doctor's protective instinct as he positions himself to shield you.

In a surprising turn, the psychedelic light emitted from the soldiers' eyes screeches and hisses, dissipating into nothingness. Bewilderment echoes through the room, and you join the Doctor in uttering a perplexed, "What?"

Even one of the soldiers can't help but question, "What?"

Donna, roused from her unconscious state, adds her own disoriented, "What?"

The Doctor, his voice tinged with disbelief, softly utters, "You're not dead."

A collective sense of confusion lingers, and Donna, now fully awake, queries, "But how?" as she steadies herself.

After a brief pause, Rose's voice resonates through the intercom, "Can you hear me? Mum? Doctor? Star? I think it's safe for you to come down now."

Donna responds, perplexed, "Rose?"

The Doctor's eyes widen with a sudden epiphany, "Too much power for one person, but you had a child, and the metacrisis passed down. A shared inheritance."

Donna grins, “It was always there. Shining out of her.”

“And she chose her own name,” the Doctor adds.

“Oh, the shed! The shed was her memory of the TARDIS. The toys! Every creature we met, she remembered as a toy,” Donna says with a glint in her eye.

You gape, suddenly realizing, “We are binary.”

“She’s not. Because the Doctor’s—”

The Doctor interjects, “Male.”

“And female,” Donna finishes.

"And neither. And more," Rose says, her voice carrying a warm smile through the intercom.

Donna rushes down the stairs, her steps echoing in the cavernous steelworks. Rose meets her halfway, and they share an emotional hug, Shaun joining in the embrace.

You and the Doctor follow suit, descending rapidly to the ground floor. Sylvia awaits, and as you approach, the Doctor wraps her in a jubilant hug. He inquires, “Happy now?”

Sylvia responds with a radiant smile, "My father would be impressed. I have no higher compliment." Laughter of triumph fills the air as you and the Doctor proceed to the nearby control center.

Shirley deftly maneuvers her wheelchair towards you and the Doctor, offering her unique perspective. She addresses the Doctor with a sly grin, “There’s a word for you, Doctor. And that word is jammy.”

The Doctor responds with infectious enthusiasm, “Jam on toast.” He decisively slams a button, activating the intercom. With authority, he speaks into the microphone, “Calling the Meep.”

The Meep's defiant voice crackles through the speakers, “You forget I still have my ship. And if I have to explode the engines and rupture this world and damn us all to hell, then I will!” A shared glance between you and the Doctor follows, and he graciously hands you the task of flicking the crucial switch.

With a resounding click, the Meep’s cockpit is ejected into the sky, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of the Meep's distressed shrieks. You and the Doctor gaze upward, drawn into the spectacle unfolding against the canvas of the vast night sky.

“There you go.” The Doctor points with a wry smile, observing the Meep’s cockpit deploying a parachute against the cosmic backdrop.

You feel the Doctor's reassuring grip on your waist as he pulls you into his side. Together, you look up, transfixed by the celestial display. The stars twinkle above, and in that moment, you choose to hope and believe that nothing universe-ending has transpired yet.

As the sun ascends on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the scene, the Wrath Warriors stand sternly with the imprisoned Meep, forming an uneasy tableau. You step forward, addressing them with a heavy heart, "Sergeant Zogroth and Constable Zreeg gave their lives, alongside many Earth soldiers."

The Wrath Warrior, resolute in the face of the aftermath, declares, "Their names will be included in the litany of crimes as the Meep atones in prison for 10,000 years." The Meep, defiant in defeat, mutters, "Oh, I will escape and have my revenge. So you beware, Doctor and Stargazer, because there’s one more thing."

With a determined stride, the Doctor moves closer, inquiring, "Which is?"

“A creature with two hearts is such a rare thing. And to have two of your kind here… Just wait till I tell the boss,” the Meep retorts, an ominous promise lingering in the air. The Wrath Warriors and the Meep vanish in a teleportation, leaving a sobering aftermath beneath the morning sun.

The Doctor, caught in contemplation, mumbles under his breath, "Cryptic. I hate that." He takes a deep breath, turning his attention to Donna and Rose with a sense of urgency, "But… we’ve still gotta fix you two. ‘Cause the metacrisis might have slowed down, but that thing is wrapped around your cortex."

Donna, with an eye roll and a knowing nod, quips, “Yes, we know.”

Rose adds confidently, “We know everything, thanks.”

Donna, in her typical nonchalant manner, shrugs, “And you know nothing. It’s a shame you’re not a woman anymore. ‘Cause she’d have understood.”

Rose, crossing her arms, asserts with confidence, “You’ve got all that power, but there is a way to get rid of it. Something a male-presenting Time Lord will never understand.”

Donna, ever pragmatic, advises, “Just let it go.”

The unity between mother and daughter becomes evident as Rose takes Donna’s hand, and together, they release the accumulated metacrisis energy. Shaun interjects with a grin, “Like I said, mate, how lucky am I?”

Rose, with a joyous laugh, concludes, “After all these years, I’m… finally me.”

CAMDEN MARKET, LONDON — MORNING, 2023

Shaun skillfully navigates the vehicle, bringing the group back to Camden Market in London. Earlier, you had informed Shirley about the intention to bid farewell to the Doctor and Donna before returning to headquarters. Shirley responded with a nonchalant, "Sure..." accompanied by a discerning look, rolling away from you in her wheelchair.

The Doctor maintains his characteristic chattiness as he informs Donna, "And UNIT has a splendid insurance policy for damage caused during an alien war. While they sort that out..." Approaching the iconic tall blue police box, the TARDIS, the Doctor gestures towards it, saying, "One last trip?"

"Uh, don’t you dare," Sylvie interjects with a pointed look. Donna, casting puppy eyes at both you and the Doctor, laments, “Do you know, I would love to.” She then takes a sharp inhale, sighs, and adds, “But… I have got adventures of my own, bringing up this one.” Donna points her thumb towards Rose.

“Can I see inside?” Rose asks the Doctor curiously, taking a step toward the TARDIS. Donna, however, swiftly moves her away, cautioning, “No. No! No. No.”

Rose sighs, and Donna playfully waves her finger, “No. Because summat will go wrong, and you’ll end up on Mars with Chaucer and a robot shark. And that’s actually happened, hasn’t it.”

The Doctor gives a sheepish, “Oh, yeah.”

“But I was thinking, we could go and see Wilf?” The Doctor suggests to you and Donna.

Donna then says, “Now that is cheating.”

The Doctor pouts, “Just a suggestion.”

“I mean it, don’t you dare.” Sylvie says, and Donna sighs, “But imagine his face, Mum. Oh, he would be so happy. All those secrets Grandad kept for years. He— He thought I’d never remember. And to see the Doctor. One last time.”

The Doctor and Donna make a puppy face to you and Sylvie, urging you to join them. Sylvie relents and gives in, “Oh, all right. But one trip. That’s all. Just one.”

The Doctor turns to unlock the door with his key while Donna laughs with glee, “One tiny, little trip. That is a promise.”

Donna turns to you and the Doctor and gasps in excitement, “It’s like the old days. Just me, the Doctor, and the Stargazer. Together.” She then turns to her family, “Is that all right?”

“Yeah, of course it is,” Shaun says confidently with a huge smile.

“Well, a lot of husbands would worry. You know, me, in a box, with another man.” Donna jokes, and Shaun shrugs and shakes his head, “Yeah. But not him.”

The Doctor looks somewhat offended, but then Donna shoos him to go inside, “Come on, space man.”

In the quiet aftermath, with Donna entering the TARDIS, the Doctor notices the unsure expression on your face. He whispers to Donna to go ahead, and she complies, leaving the two of you alone, behind the TARDIS, sheltered from prying eyes.

With a gentle gesture, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He cups your face with both hands, his smile revealing dimples that carry the weight of countless adventures. “The stars haven’t gone out.”

Your raised brows betray a hint of skepticism, “Yet…”

The Doctor locks eyes with you, his deep dark brown orbs conveying understanding. As tears well up in your eyes, you break the silence, your voice a fragile whisper, “You have no idea how bad it gets. How scared I am that all of this is temporary and I lose you… and I can’t have you.”

“Hey. Hey, hey. None of that,” he reassures, his gaze unwavering. “So far, everything has been leading me back to you. And when the time comes to face it… we’ll fix it… together. I can’t lose you again. Not ever again.”

His words linger in the air, a vow shaped by the quiet resilience of a Time Lord who has navigated countless challenges across time and space. You respond with a nod, sealing the unspoken pact, and tenderly kiss his wrists. In return, he draws you closer, planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“When this is all over,” he declares, “we’re getting married.”

“What?” you screech, caught off guard by the unexpected revelation.

“We've waited this long. I’m not spending the rest of my how many years without you,” the Doctor insists, his eyes earnest.

“Is this a proposal?” you inquire, a mixture of surprise and delight in your voice.

“If you want,” he smirks, playfully nonchalant.

On tiptoe, you reach up to kiss the tip of his nose, a tender acknowledgment, “We'll see.” The promise of an unwritten future hangs in the air, held by the shared understanding that time and space will unfold their stories together.

THE TARDIS

The Doctor guides you inside the TARDIS and closes the door behind him and both of you are in awe of the major changes of the entire TARDIS. Huge curved white walls with round circles that glow with lights and many ramps that lead to different corridors.

The Doctor hangs his coat on one of the railings as he grins and laughs, “Whoa!” He begins to run around all the ramps with the energy of a little kid as he shouts, “This is amazing!”

“It changed! Oh, you clever thing! Look at that!” The Doctor laughs as he finishes his lap around the new interior of the TARDIS. He runs over to the console and smiles, “It’s got this!”

He pushes a lever forward, and the lights within the TARDIS shift to a vibrant orange, casting a warm glow. Your gaze is drawn upward in awe as the ambient hum of the time machine resonates around you. Running your fingers along the railings, you can feel the TARDIS responding, and you affectionately murmur, “Hello, sweet thing. I missed you too.”

Amid the luminous atmosphere, the Doctor darts around the console, engaging with switches and buttons on the refurbished device. Donna, observing the transformation, remarks, “It’s still a bit nippy.”

The Doctor protests, “Oh, come on!”

Undeterred, Donna concedes with a grin, “All right…” Her expression changes as she admires the surroundings, “It’s gorgeous!” Laughter bubbles up from both Donna and the Doctor, who joins in the jubilation, bouncing excitedly.

“It’s cleaner. And it’s grown,” Donna observes, her laughter echoing through the TARDIS.

Making your way to the console, you overhear Donna questioning the Doctor, “But I— I still don’t get it. I mean, the TARDIS can change all right. But what about your face? Why did it come back?”

“Does there have to be a reason?” the Doctor muses, and Donna, with a snort, retorts, “In your life? Yes!”

With a nonchalant shrug, the Doctor remarks, “Well, I’m stuck with it now.” He continues exploring the console, fidgeting with excitement, and comments, “Oh, this thing is brilliant. It’s even got a coffee machine!” Glancing at you and Donna, he inquires, “You want one?”

You shake your head, “No, thank you, darling.”

“You’re kidding,” Donna says with wide eyes.

“With cold milk, yeah?” The Doctor deftly presses a few buttons, and Donna, smiling, says, “Well remembered.” To your delight, a white cup materializes with coffee and cold milk.

He carefully hands the cup of coffee to Donna who says, “Thank you very much. Careful. It’s how I lost my job. Dropped a coffee in the computer.”

To which the Doctor just hums and moves to flick a few more switches around the console as you lean on a railing, to listen to him say, “I really do remember, though. Every second with you. I’m so glad you’re back ‘cause it killed me, Donna.” The Doctor clicks another switch as he continues on, “It killed me, it killed me, it killed me.”

"We can have more days, can’t we?" Donna inquires, her tone laced with a mix of hope and curiosity. Her eyes reflect a desire for a future filled with shared moments. Continuing with optimism, she suggests, "I mean, why is it such a big goodbye with you? Why is it one last trip? ‘Cause you could visit. With my family."

The Doctor, absorbed in examining a screw, listens attentively as Donna paints a vivid picture of ordinary yet precious moments. "We could do outrageous things, like have tea, dinner, and a laugh! And Rose’s school play. Well, maybe not that. She can’t act. She’s terrible. I don’t know how to tell her. But the point is, you’ve been given a second chance. You can do things differently this time."

Encouraging him to embrace change, Donna suggests, "So why don’t you do something completely new and have some friends?"

The Doctor contemplates the idea, responding with a hesitant "Maybe. Yeah." Donna chuckles, savoring the simplicity of their current moment. "Mmm. Like now," she remarks, lifting her cup as if to toast. "Here we are. Having a coffee."

Before the Doctor can respond, Donna's accidental spillage disrupts the calm, eliciting a gasp from her. "What’s gonna go wrong—" Her sentence is abruptly cut off as the spilled coffee interacts with the TARDIS console, resulting in sparks and flames.

With urgency, Donna questions, "What’s happening?" The Doctor, swift in his actions, ushers both you and Donna away from the unfolding chaos. The TARDIS groans and whines as its engines protest, and the cloister bell rings ominously in the background.

"We could end up anywhere in time and space," the Doctor confesses, a tinge of uncertainty in his voice. As the atmosphere fills with anticipation, you brace yourself, thinking, "Here we go again."

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[the-offside-rule]

Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Skating Rink

Day 3 of Christmas

"I hate this." Pablo said as he put one of the skates on his foot carefully. "Oh come on. I've had this booked since October. You knew this was coming up." Y/n, his girlfriend said. "What you didn't know was that I'd be unable to skate with the reason of, I don't know? Maybe my knee needing surgery?!" Pablo retorted. "And yet you still decided to come with me. I was going to ask your sister but you insisted." Pablo rolled his eyes and stood up. "Do you need the frame again?" She asked. Pablo scoffed. "There is no way, I am going to be using a frame that is made to help kids skate."

Pablo watched as his girlfriend skated rapidly around the rink as she simply used the kiddies Skating support frame. He mumbled to himself as he gently skated around before Y/n stopped going so quickly and simply skated alongside him. "It's a shame you had surgery. I think you would've been a pro at this if you hadn't had that injury." She smiled. "If I didn't have this injury, I'd be at training as we speak." She rolled her eyes. "No you wouldn't. This is like one of the few times a year you actually get the see me because I don't have college until January now." She grinned. "That just means I have more time to spend with you I the evenings." Pablo said, shrugging his shoulders. "Come on, I'll bring you for a skate. It looks less awkward when you have your girlfriend helping you." She said. "It may even look romantic." Pablo muttered. "Exactly. Now come on." She said and held onto him to bring his for a skate.

Without the frame was very different. He felt less stable and it didn't help that he still had a knee brace on either, but Y/n supported him enough to have little to now pain there. Y/n chuckled as she found her boyfriend holding onto her hands for dear life as she led him on carefully, making sure he wouldn’t fall. “Y/n! You’re going too fast!” Pablo shrieked as Y/n slowly went around a corner. “There is a child going around this rink quicker than us, babe.” 

"So?!" He shrieked. "It's okay! Look at me." She let go of him. He panicked, but then decided to hold onto the wall for support. "I can spin and go fast. I am so good at-" Just as she was spinning, she managed to slip. She felt a snap, followed by a sharp pain shooting up through her leg. Pablo laughed at first, before he heard her roaring in pain. "Y/n! Are you alright?"

Cut to an hour later, the pair were sat in the hospital. Doctors had been in and out showing her, her x-rays and offering her pain medication. She also needed ice for the swelling on her ankle. "Gracies." Pablo said as the last doctor left the room. "I can't believe I did this to myself." Y/n muttered. "Well, it can happen to anyone. I'm just happy you don't need surgery." He joked. "Well, it's not my ACL now, is it?" The pair grew quiet as the constant beeping, and people talking surrounded them.

"At least now we both can't use our legs. We have an excuse to stay home and watch movies all Christmas." Pablo mumbled. Y/n chuckled, before it turned into full on laughter. Not too long after, Pablo joined in. As the doctors came in, the laughter died down. She held onto her boyfriends hand and looked at him. "I love you." She sighed. "I love you too." He replied. I think it's safe to say the pair never went ice Skating again after that. They couldn't have a repeat ever again. And I don't think Y/n could ever live down how cocky she was.

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[perfectlywrongformend3s]

I miss you, I’m sorry-Conrad Fisher

A/n: I have fallen deeply in love with Conrad so except a lot for him. Haha!

Song: I miss you, I'm sorry

Written: Gracie Abrams

-Samantha

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Your POV

'Do you remember happy together? I do, don't you? Then all of a sudden you're sick to your stomach, Is that still true?'

I was on my bed looking at all the pictures Conrad and I took together. All I could think about was how much I miss him and wish I could hold him again. I heard a knock on my bedroom door which made me let out a sigh.

" Come in." I said

Belly walked in and sat next to me. She pulled me in for a hug which made me brake down. She rubbed my back trying to calm me down.

" Why doesn't he want me Belly?" I whimpered out

" Y/n/n, you know he loves you, he's..."

I lifted my head to give her a small glare. " If you loved me, he wouldn't have broken my heart." She sighed. " Y/n, what I'm trying to say is he probably did it for a reason. You know he's been going through a hard time."

I just fell back on my bed with tears still running down my face. I saw Belly get up to leave.

'You said."forever" in the end I fought it. Please be honest, are we better for it? Thought you'd hate me, but instead you called, And said, " I miss you" I caught it.'

'Flashback'

I was watching Conrad pace around the kitchen. I didn't understand why he was stressed out. He never really tells me anything.

" Connie, what's wrong?" I asked concerned

He turned around and said...

" I think we should break up."

I looked at him with my jaw dropped, " What?" I said shaky

I was trying my best not to cry. He looked perfectly fine while I was trying not to break down. " I just have a lot going on and I don't want to drag you down with me." He said

" But you said " forever" Don't you love me?" I whispered

He took a shaky breath. " OfCourse I love you. I just don't think I'm in the right mindset for a relationship."

'Present'

I couldn't help but pick up the phone. I wanted to hear his voice so bad. Before I could push his contact I saw his name pop up on my screen. I immediately picked it up.

" Connie?" I said softly

All I heard was his breathing. " Are you okay?"

" I miss you." He whispered super low but I could still hear it. Before I could respond the phone beeped telling me the call ended. I felt like crying again, just from hearing his voice.

'Good to each other, give it the summer, I knew, you too, But I only saw you once in December, I'm still confused'

'Flashback'

I was lying on the pool chairs trying my best to rest, but felt wet droplets land on me. I opened my eyes to find Conrad. I smiled up at him, which had him smiling. He leaned down to kiss my lips.

'Present'

Just thinking of that memory brought back how much fun we had together. All I wish to have  Conrad back . But then thinking about summer was getting me thinking about how he barely showed up for the winter. He only ever showed up at my house once through the whole season. I wished he showed up more to visit me.

'You said," forever" and I almost bought it, I miss fighting in your apartment, Breaking dishes when you're disappointed, I still love you, I promise, nothing happened in the way I wanted, Every corner of this place this haunted, And I know you said that we're not talking, But I miss you, I'm sorry.'

'Flashback'

I was in the kitchen of the beach house just messing around on my phone when I heard someone walk in. I looked up to find my boyfriend. I gave him a smile, but all I got back was a glare. I got confused and carefully asked...

" Did I do something, babe?"

Conrad just shook his head. He then went to grab a cup but it slipped and landed on the floor. We both flinched when the glass made contact with the floor. I immediately went to help, but he grabbed my wrist. " No, I don't want you to get hurt." He mumbled

I nodded and watched him walk away to get something to clean the glass up.

'Present'

I wanted to call him and tell him I miss him too, but he told me to never speak to him again. But it's not like I'm breaking it. He did it first. I pushed on his contact letting it ring. I then hung up because he normally answers on the second ring. I placed my phone on my chest and started thinking about why he would break up with me.

'Everywhere I go leads me back to you, I don't wanna go, think I'll make it worse, Everything I know brings me back to us, I don't wanna go, we've been before, Everywhere I go leads me back to you.'

I was back on my phone when Steven barged in my room. " All right, get up!" He stated

I looked at him. " Um, no!"

He then walked over to me. " Don't make me drag you."

I groaned and got up. " Where are we even going Steven."

He shrugged, " I'm just trying to get you out of the house."

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We've been driving for about an hour already and everything is making me think of Conrad. Without Steven knowing I grabbed my phone and texted him.

I miss you so much It hurts. And I'm sorry for still having feelings for you. You don't have to respond, but I'm just letting you know. I also never stopped loving you.

I hit send before eI could regret it. I then just tried to enjoy the ride with my brother.

Conrad's POV

I heard my phone buzz and when I picked it up I was shocked to find a text from her. I thought she hated me ever since the break up. Reading her message brought back those feelings that never seem to go away.

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Okay, I'm not sure if I like this one. There's just something about it. But if you like it please let me know or if you have any feedback let me know. Thank you so much again for reading. Please enjoy!!

-Samantha

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[nostalgic-woodwind]

Medicine Yucky

CGs! Ragatha and Kinger and Regressors! Pomni and Gangle 🍼

Plot: One thing that everyone knows is that age regression and illness do not mix well at all.

Request by @Little_Miss_Bleeding_Heart on AO3

Pomni was in her room, curling up into a ball and holding her stomach. She was feeling under the weather and had recently lost her lunch for the third time in a row.

A gentle knock was heard at the jester’s door.

“Pomni, it’s Mama,” Ragatha said.

“Mama…” Pomni responded raspily.

Ragatha opened the door with a spoon and a bottle of anti-nausea medicine. She also had a clean trash can in case Pomni threw up again.

“Hey, sweetie,” Ragatha said. “Let’s take some medicine.”

“Medicine?” Pomni questioned.

“Yeah, so you can feel better.”

Pomni shook her head.

“No, medicine yucky,” the little jester grumbled.

“I know it doesn’t taste great, but it’s going to help your tummy,” Ragatha explained as she poured some medicine into the spoon. “Now sit up and open wide, okay?”

Ragatha moved the spoon closer to Pomni’s mouth, but the jester wasn’t having it. She scooted away from the spoon and turned over, facing the wall.

“Come on, let’s take this and you can have something to wash it down,” the ragdoll said.

“No!” the jester huffed as she whacked the spoon from Ragatha’s hand and hid under the covers.

Though irritated by the little jester’s behavior, Ragatha kept her cool and set the medicine aside.

“Pomni, we don’t whack things from other people’s hands. It’s not nice. I need you to take your medicine so you can feel better, please.”

“No!”

Ragatha sighed, not knowing what to do. Pomni was never usually cranky when she regressed. Maybe she could get some advice from another caregiver.

“Pomni, I’ll be right back,” Ragatha said as she got up.

The ragdoll then walked out of Pomni’s room and went down the hallway to Gangle’s room. Gangle was sick, too, and Kinger was taking care of her.

Gangle was lying in bed with a thermometer in her mouth. When it beeped, Kinger became startled by the sound.

“Oh, it’s just the thermometer,” Kinger said as he pulled the thermometer out of Gangle’s mouth. The temperature read 101.5 degrees.

“Papa…” Gangle sniffled as she began crying.

“I know, baby bug, I know,” Kinger empathized. “Why don’t you rest for a while?”

“No sleep…”

“Why not?”

“Blankie…”

“I know you want your blankie, but it’s in the laundry right now.”

Gangle cried once more, which pulled the chess piece’s heartstrings.

“I’m sorry, little princess. I know it’s hard, but I promise your blankie will be clean when you wake up,” Kinger said as he then grabbed Gangle’s butterfly stuffie from the foot of her bed. “Do you want to sleep with Gracie?”

Gangle looked up and nodded, wiping her tears away.

Kinger handed Gangle her butterfly stuffie named Gracie while Ragatha knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Kinger said as Ragatha opened the door.

“Hey, Kinger, can I talk with you?” Ragatha asked.

“Oh, sure. I’ll be back, Gangle.”

Kinger then walked over to the ragdoll.

“What’s up?” Kinger asked.

“I’m having trouble with Pomni,” Ragatha said. “She won’t take her medicine. Do you have any ideas on what I should do?”

“Ah, yes, I’ve had this exact problem with Gangle and Jax. I usually offer a choice of how they want to take their medicine, like a syringe or spoon. Works for them every time.”

“I never thought of it that way. I just hope it’ll work for Pomni.”

“You never know unless you try.”

Ragatha walked to the kitchen and grabbed a clean spoon, along with a plastic syringe. She then walked back to Pomni’s room.

“Hey, Pomni, can we talk?” Ragatha asked as she sat on Pomni’s bed.

Pomni groaned as she sat up in bed.

“I know the medicine can be yucky, but we all have to do things we don’t want to do because it’s good for us.”

“Like taking naps?” Pomni asked.

“Exactly. Taking medicine may taste yucky, but it’s going to help you feel better in the long run.”

Ragatha then held up the spoon and syringe.

“How about we choose how you take your medicine, hm?” Ragatha suggested. “Do you want to use the spoon or syringe?”

After a minute of deliberation, Pomni chose the syringe.

“Alright, syringe it is.”

Ragatha then filled the medicine up with the syringe and fed it to Pomni, who took the said medicine well.

“Good job, Pomni!” Ragatha praised. “I knew you could do it!”

“T’ank you, Mama,” Pomni smiled.

Ragatha got the little jester some ginger ale in a baby bottle to help ease her stomach. The rest of the day was filled with sleeping, and Ragatha was glad Pomni was going to get better due to the medicine.

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[mayfieldss]

this is a bit of an angsty request but could you do a jj x reader where the reader is kinda in the middle of a kook/pouge but is diagnosed with an aggressive leukemia? jj visits her during treatments and when she starts to loose her hair helps her shave it? maybe altnerste endings with mourning/survival? but if you’re not comfortable you don’t have to do it!

I've never written something like this before, and i have to admit it was an emotional challenge. I did some research to try and get details right because I wanted to do this justice for you. I hope you like it, and I'm sorry if you or someone else you know is or has gone through something similar. Lots of love, your author, Eva xxx

the alternate ending is posted here!

Would it not kill to say goodbye? - JJ Maybank

Content warnings: mentions of chemo and its after effects (throwing up, losing hair, etc.) Mentions of death / dying.

"When I scream, you're my echo. Will you cry if I let go?" - Gracie Abrams

When you were first diagnosed, JJ was with you. You'd been sick for a while, and it was bad. You knew that much, but when they told you what was wrong, it was like the world stopped spinning. Like someone hit pause, and you were left to sit and breathe in the news you had just received. You had leukemia, and it wasn't at all kind to you.

But JJ had been with you, and while you sat processing the news, he held your hand. "You've got this, okay? You're gonna fight it." That's what he'd said to you, trying to keep a reassuring smile on his face. You never told him how you saw the way his lips faltered, how his eyes welled up with tears. You let him be strong for you because you couldn't handle anything else.

JJ wanted you to try everything. Every treatment he could find on the internet, he would broach to your parents, who, as kooks, had a large expanse of money to spend on your wellbeing. Your parents liked him, despite JJ's famous last name, and his Pogue upbringing, they saw how much he cared. Whether they tolerated him just because you were sick or because they really felt something decent for him, you didn't know, but you knew you needed him. And he needed you. He would tell you late at night when he would stay with you, say those three words when he thought you were asleep. "I need you."

When the cancer became your new normal, it seemed like everything might be okay. Just because the routine you fell into made it seem like it would last forever. It might last forever, but at least it wouldn't kill you. Of course, that fantasy didn't last long, and it would hit you just how sick you were with every chemotherapy session you went to.

JJ would visit you during treatments and talk piles of shit about Topper and Rafe that would get you smiling again, but deep down, he was losing it. Hearing the beeping of machines, inhaling the overly sterile scent of the hospital every time he went to your treatments, it was damn near impossible for him to keep it together. But he did, for you.

"How you feeling today?" He dares to ask it, eyes scanning over you and begging whoever can hear his thoughts to give him back the you that came before the cancer.

You're tired, and when you blink your eyes stay closed for longer than they should. "Fine, Jay."

The words come gently from your lips, but that doesn't stop them from cutting like a knife. They tear apart the inner most pieces of JJ because he knows they aren't true. Because he knows you're lying to him. "You can tell me if it's bad, you know." He reaches a hand out, placing it atop your knee. You smile, and that's all you do. That's all you're willing to give him, and JJ lets it sink in. That smile, that once upon a time was brighter.

-

Two nights later, JJ gets a call. It's you on the other end of the line, with voice shaky, and he can hear you shuffling about through the phone. "Can you come over?" You sound scared, and that, in turn, terrifies JJ.

"Y/N, what's going on?"

There's a pause, and JJ thinks maybe you've passed out before he hears you exhale. "Can you just come over?" Your voice echoes, and JJ knows you're in the bathroom now. He's already halfway out the door when you ask again, jumping on his bike and shivering in the nights cold air. "I'm on my way, baby."

And he is. After hanging up, he's at your house in ten minutes, which was nearly impossible unless he was speeding, which, of course, he was. He's willing to risk crashing his bike for you a million times over, and when he pulls up, skidding up the driveway, your parents are at the door. They stand solemnly in wait, and that makes JJ's heart beat so much faster than before. How bad is it? Is this the end? He's being dramatic, he hopes, but as he approaches the door, jogging up to your parents, the thoughts race.

"Is she okay?" They're the first words to leave his lips, and he has to admit he's looking straight past your mother and father and into the house, hoping to see you over their shoulders.

"She asked for you. She wouldn't let us help her." It's your mother who says it, and she glances at her husband, tears in her eyes. "She's upstairs."

JJ tries his best to acknowledge them, a nod what he gives in response before your parents’ step aside, and JJ rushes into the house to find you. He takes the stairs two at a time, calling out your name and not caring about waking the neighbours in the quiet of the night.

He finds you in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with wet cheeks, tears still escaping your eyes. You've got a clump of hair in your hand, and upon seeing it, JJ understands his purpose here. He gets why you called. He knows why your tears fall relentlessly. You're losing your hair thanks to the chemo, and the problem with that is that now it feels real. It feels real to you and JJ, and with every second of silence that passes, that fact sinks further into JJ's bones. You really are sick, and it's starting to show.

"Hey baby, what you got there?" He knows what it is. You know he does, too, as he comes to sit beside you on the edge of the tub.

"My hair." It comes as a sniffle, JJ pulling you into his side with an arm over your shoulder.

"You want me to glue it back on?" JJ asks, squeezing your bicep and feeling a heavy breath leave him when you rest your head on his shoulder. You're quiet for a moment, and JJ lets you be, sitting in silence with you until you can find it in yourself to answer.

"I wanna shave it all off." It's sudden, but JJ doesn't act surprised. It would have had to happen at some point. You both knew it.

"You sure?" His voice is quiet, and he's staring at the tiles on the wall opposite him, trying to hold onto the fact you're still here. The cancer hasn't taken you yet. You nod, head moving against his shoulder, and JJ reminds himself that your loss of hair doesn't mean you're getting worse. It's a side effect of chemotherapy, the thing that's helping you fight this. You're fighting this.

"Okay," JJ stands slowly, giving you time to part yourself from him so he can do so. "Let's chop off those locks." He tries for a smile, and when you send him one back, he feels better. He hopes you do, too.

"So, you're going for a Professor X kinda vibe here, right?" You're situated in front of the mirror now, JJ, behind you with his head on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. You laugh at his comment, no matter how insensitive, because you know he means well. He always does.

"I was thinking more Vin Diesel, but Professor X could work too." JJ kisses your neck as you say it, the touch tickling as his hair falls into his face just a little. You feel loved, and that is the best thing you could ask for in this moment.

"You ready hairdresser?" You tap JJ's forearm, and he squeezes you just a bit tighter, lips pressing to your cheek to give you yet another kiss.

"Oh, I'm ready, babe. I have such a vision for your new look. You're a wonderful muse."

Grabbing the scissors and hair clippers is the first step, and it takes a little longer than it should to find the tools, most likely because you're avoiding the places where such things will actually be, but finally you end up back in front of the mirror again, JJ at your side as the hair clippers buzz in his hand.

"Ready?" His voice is steady, reassuring, and you nod to him with a smile.

"As I'll ever be."

When it's done, you're smiling. You're smiling and you're laughing. In fact, through the entire process of buzzing your hair off JJ had been making you laugh until your ribs ached with the weight of it all. You'd squealed with nerves and ran around the small space of the bathroom, and you'd kissed JJ until you could hardly breathe. Never in your life did you think it could be possible to find joy in shaving your head because of something so horrible as cancer, and yet here you were finding peace with it all. Of course, there were moments. Times when you'd pause your laughter to run a hand over your head, which now lacked the expanse of hair it once had. But then JJ would make some sort of comment, a joke that had you giggling again. Or he would dig his fingers into your sides, distracting you with the art of tickling. And when none of that worked anymore, he was serious. It was quiet, and you stared at yourself in the mirror, all your hair at your feet, and JJ stood at your side, looking at you and only you.

His smile is one to die for, and while it's not as wide as usual, it's there, small, sweet, and genuine. "You're so fucking amazing." His words bring your attention to him, and when your eyes lock with his everything feels all right. At that moment, everything is all right.

When you leave the bathroom to face your parents, arm around JJ's waist and his over your shoulders, their jaws drop. They knew what you were doing of course and had offered to help you themselves, but you asked for JJ. You always would. Their mouths fall open nonetheless because even though they saw it coming, they aren't used to seeing you like this. Still, when they find it in themselves to close their gaping jaws, there is a smile on their faces. It's easier for them now, not to cope with, but to understand.

They tell you just how great you look, and JJ agrees with them, kissing the top of your newly shaved head as you move to the living room to watch TV. JJ will stay for a while, keeping you company with your newfound self, and soon he'll leave, but only if you ask him to. He'd stay with you forever with only the clothes on his back if he could, and you've given him the chance to do so for now.

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Over the next few months, you get worse, fatigue taking over your body as it grows weaker by the day. The chemo hardly does a thing to push back the cancer, and for a while, you ignored that fact. Everyone did. The Pouges, your parents, you, and JJ acted as though it was a simple misunderstanding between you and the sickness and that you'd sort it out as soon as you could get in touch with it. You'd find Leukemia's number, call her, and explain just how she was affecting you. She'd apologise, and finally, the cancer would leave. But of course, that's not how it works. And so, as you got sicker, everyone grew sadder, you included. It's not as easy to live out your final days happy like in the movies. The characters smile, travel the world, make love, and make peace with everything they've ever broken. But it's not that easy, and you don't think it ever will be. Your life is not a film that you can put a joyful filter on, but it is your own, and as you descend into madness, you write letters. It's hard to do, but if you get to control anything about your death, it'll be this. Your final words to all the people that matter. And so, you write. One for your parents, one for each of your friends, kook, and Pogue alike, and of course one for JJ. It's a fallback, a safe way to go, in case you don't have time to say goodbye to any of them, and it means a lot to you.

JJ doesn't want his when you give it to him. He pushes it back into your grasp, turning away with hands pulling at his hair. It's devastating to see, and as JJ stands there unable to look at you everything seems a whole lot worse. "You're not gonna die, Y/N." he rests his forehead against the wall in front of him, and you stare at his back, the muscles tensing and relaxing over and over under the fabric of his shirt. "You're not dying, you're just not."

You would walk to him, but you don't have the energy, and you're not sure you ever will again. "JJ, I am. We have to accept that." You hear him suck in a sharp breath as you say it. "Please, Jay. Just take the letter and read it once I'm gone."

He doesn't say anything. JJ just stands there, facing the wall as he cries. He does it silently and refuses to show you his face. He doesn't want you to know, and he sucks in every sob, keeping his body as still as possible so you don't see the heaving of his chest. He's broken, and he can't lose you, not yet. But he can't say anything, and he can't accept the letter. When you speak again the tears burning against his eyes fall faster.

"I know we didn't turn out the way we were supposed to, but this doesn't change the fact that we were something. We were something great, and after I'm gone, I want you to remember that. So, please JJ, take the letter." That sends JJ over the edge.

"We are something great, Y/N. You're using past tense as if you're already dead! Like you don't want to fight this anymore!" His words come fast, pouring from his mouth like a fountain of all his worst fears. "Why won't you fucking fight this?" He's turned to face you and his face is red with the pain of his anger, his sadness, and everything in between. He needs you, and he can't just let you stop trying.

"I don't want to fight this anymore, JJ. It's not worth it."

"Oh," JJ lets out a frustrated laugh, one that rings out across the room. "So living just isn't worth fighting for?" He knows it's not your fault you're sick, and he knows you're in pain, but he is too.

"JJ, it's not like that." You don't bother shouting back, you can't. Instead, you pull a blanket over yourself and lie down, turning to face the inner side of the couch you're on with your back to JJ. The tables have turned now, and something clicks in JJ's mind. He's losing you before you're even gone.

Slowly, JJ moves to the couch, a hand placed on your shoulder as he crouches down beside it. You're quiet, but you don't tell him to back off. You don't think you've got it in you to tell him to leave because every bone in your body wants him near.

"Please, don't give up princess. Don't give up on us." He pauses and presses a kiss to the part of your arm that isn't covered by the blanket. "Don't give up on yourself."

Somehow, that changes everything. Those words, that gentle touch from JJ enough to get you crying, but trying again, to fight whatever cursed thing coursed through your veins. You didn't want to, you'd wanted to let the leukemia take you far away from it all, but you thought maybe you could give it one more shot, and if it kills you, you've written your letters, you've said goodbye, and you've sure as hell tried.

You go to more treatments, pushing through them with JJ by your side. It's hard, and you feel worse with the effects of the chemo, but with each day you see a difference in JJ. He's hopeful, and while you don't feel the same, you feel better that you can give that to him—that hope. But at the same time, that hope is what kills him when you go. It rips him up inside when the day leans over him, the day that you finally quit, your body giving in to its fate.

He gets the call early in the morning, a call from your cell that rings loud in the quiet night. He picked it up faster than he'd done anything ever before, and regrets it when he does. On the other end of the line is your father, and with pain in his voice, he breaks the news. It tears JJ up inside, every part of it breaking him into pieces that no one will be able to find for years to come. He cries, and he punches a hole through his bedroom wall, but none of that will bring you back. And after a day or two, he finds the strength to pick up your letter and read it. The words grace the page in rushed and messy handwriting, every sentence engraving itself into JJ's mind. He reads it over and over and lets the last of your words sink in. Words that say you love him, that you want him to find happiness, and that tell him not to dwell on the past. He takes them all to heart, keeping them close, and though it will be hard, he'll keep going. He'll keep fighting because you couldn't anymore, and he'll love you with every piece of himself until he can see you again, whether that be in another life or in his dreams. JJ has a lot of regrets in his life, but none of them have been, and ever will be, you.

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[truthseeker-blogger]

My first try at removing background behind Justice in pictures.

I didn't think anyone wanted to see our bed and clutter... just him 🐕🐾

Yes, that's a collar that lights up at night when I take him outdoors.

That was the moment I put it on him, so he looks bewildered. 😔

Just as we've gone bonkers holed up in one room, so had Justice and he had forgotten his training and manners.

We relunctantly purchased a hunter's collar to call back your dog in the field.

There are other unnecessary functions and buttons on the remote we DO NOT use.

Just a beep redirects him. We've only had the collar a week, and I can't recall the last time I had to beep the remote.

Justice is that intelligent, but a very alpha dog, yet wanting to please us.

Justice seems to understand now when we say something, to follow through with our commands. A lost behavior due to our situation, we imagine. 😔

He is exceptionally intelligent and learned in the first 10 minutes what was acceptable behavior.

He has not barked once at Miss Gracie, nor chased her, as if she was a fuzzy grey squirrel. 🐿

He no longer barks incessantly when one of us goes up the stairs in the house. I think he knew that dog that had attacked him several times in the past, is up there and he was warning us not to go upstairs.

No more barking when someone comes downstairs to do laundry. He pays no mind to them anymore.

No more dragging me like a sled or wrecking my knee when he sees big trucks go down the road.

What a life saver. More peace in our little household.

We have our sweet dog back.

❤❤❤🐾🐾🐾

[fanficwritinggirl]

The return (Mcdanno)

Chapter 3 - Meeting (ka halawai)

Grace didnt know what to think when she walked into the NICU, this was not where she thought she was going to end up today. She was meeting Steve's kid, Steve had a kid, a daughter at that and she couldnt be happier for him.

Walking into the NICU, she was met with the faint beeping of the machines. She looks over towards the babies and her heart breaks a little at them, all of them all here for different reasons, some worse than others and that was a horrible thought. Steve holds out a pink gown like think for her to put over her clothes. It was the first time since seeing Steve that she relised he was wearing one himself. He smiled at her as she put on the gown and then he guided her over to the main area.

Inside there was about 6 babies all attached to different machines and it was a little overwhelming but then there was a little pod like thing in the corner of the room and she just knew that this was the little girl who she just had to meet. She and Steve walked over and as she saw the little girl her mouth fell open. The little girl had a little breathing tube coming out of her nose, and wires attached to her chest and was just so small, Grace felt tears come to her eyes. Steve looked over at her and put a hand on her back.

"Hey, shes okay. The doctors are doing a great job and she has got the best care that she could get," Steve assured her and then he pointed out all of the stuff.

"The breathing tubes are helping her breathe because her lungs arent fully developed. Nothing of hers is really fully developed but here she is as safe as she can be". Grace looks at Steve and cant help but smile at the sight of him. The look that he gave his little girl made her cry a little more. The love that he had for the little girl was evident.

"I like how you are the one asssuring me. She's your baby. And you have been pretty much sobbing since the moment i saw you" Grace said, wiping her eyes. Steve chuckles a little.

"Yeah, i guess i was but Gracie" he says looking at her. "Most of it was because i was just so happy to see you and your dad". Grace gives him a soft smile. She leans into Steve and leans her head on his shoulder.

"You are going to be a good father Uncle Steve".

Danny took a few minutes to himself before he ringing Tani. God this was going to be fun to explain. "Danny," Tani voice fills his ear.

"Hey, hows everything going over there".

"Everythings fine. Junior and Charlie are just playing in the backyard with Eddie. No cases have come up thankfully" she tells him and he sighs in relief.

"Yeah thats really good" he mutters out.

"So whats going on with Steve." Danny leans his head into his hand and then leans back in the chair a little bit.

"Um... Steve has a daughter". There is silence on the other side of the line for a minute.

"What do you mean he has a daughter, when did that happen" Tani asks confused. Danny lets out a big breathe before leaning forward again.

"He and Catherine met again the day he left and started a relationship again. They called quits a few months ago and Steve was going to come back to Hawaii but then Catherine found out she was pregnant. She ended up having HG and was in hospital for months and then after she got out she had a bunch of other health issues. She went into early labor and thats why we are here" Danny explains as simply as he can. He can hear movement on the other side of the phone, most likely Tani sitting down.

"Okay, but then why did Steve called all distressed. Was he having a bit of a new dad freak out" Tani asks jokingly and god Danny knew that she was going to feel horrible after what he had to tell her next.

"Tani... Catherine died". There was more silence. Danny looked down at the floor and sighed.

"She had a heart attack after the baby came and she was too weak to be saved". It takes another minute before Tani speaks.

"Hows the baby. Hows Steve?" Danny looks towards and shakes his head.

"The baby was born at 30 weeks and is the NICU and Steve... Steve was inconsolable when we came. Just kept crying... God Tani" Danny starts to cry. All of the feels taking over him like a wave and god he wished he would stop. He had to be strong.

"Danny. Hey. Listen to me, everything is going to be okay. You and Grace are there, that is what Steve needs right now is you two. And you said you were is Cedars, its one of the best hospitals in the entire country, number 1 in California. The baby is in the best hands there. And Steve... Steve will need some time but he will get better and with you Danny. He can do anything". Danny lets out a shaky breathe before leaning back in his chair and nodding.

"Yeah your right".

"I know i am. Now i have to ask, have you seen the little munchkin yet". Danny laughs.

"No i havent, Grace is in there with Steve. There is only 2 allowed in at a time. And munchkin really".

"Hey dont you judge me Danny William. I will give that baby any nickname that i want. And you better get photos. I am going to tell everyone the exciting news. And we want updates" she tells him and Danny just nods.

"Yeah i will keep you updated okay".

"Okay, well i better go and get these two lot in before they get too muddy, i do not want to clean Eddie today." Danny laughs knowing how much of a pain that dog is to clean, the amount of time he, Steve, Charlie and Grace have got soaked from cleaning him was too many to count at this point.

"Okay, well give me a ring later before Charlie goes to be tonight".

"Okay i will Danno".

"And Tani".

"Yeah".

"Can you not tell Charlie about the baby and Steve just yet. I want him to hear it from me first".

"Yeah sure, i'll tell Junior".

"Right. And Tani".

"Yes Danno".

"Tell Charlie i want to hear his virdict on whos pancakes were better".

The door of the NICU opens and Steve and Grace walk out. Grace has a smile on her face and she turns and hugs Steve. "Thank you for calling" she says to him and he smiles hugging her back.

"You are family Grace. I want you apart of my daughters life." Grace nods against him and Steve looks and Danny who is just smiling at the sight in front of him. Steve leans down to Grace and whispers to her.

"Lets not tell your dad the name yet. I want it to be a suprise." Grace nods and lifts her head to Steve.

"Want to be he is going to cry."

"Of course he is. Your dad cries at the dumbest movies," and the pair of them laugh.

"What are you two laughing at," Danny asks them as he stands up and walks towards them.

"Is it something about me," he asks and Steve and Grace look at each other with smirks on their face.

"No Danno its not about you," Grace says closer to him.

"Im going to go and get some coffee whilst you are in there. Do you want some Uncle Steve?"

"Yeah that would be great, Gracie. Thank you."

"I'll be back in a bit," she tells them before walking away leaving Danny and Steve alone together for the first time in two years. The pair stare at each other not knowing what to say.

"Do you want to come meet her," Steve asks causing Danny to nod at him.

Danny and Steve walk towards the baby after putting on their covers. Stopping in front of the incubator, Danny cant help but smile. This was Steves baby and she was so, so perfect. Danny loved her so much already.

"She's perfect Steve" Danny says first, smiling at the baby. The tubes and the wire were a little scary but Danny knew they were helping her.

"She is..." Steve trails. Danny turns to him and sees the worry on his face.

"Hey whats wrong," he asks. Steve lets out a shaky breathe

"When Catherine told me she was pregnant I was so scared. So scared that i was going to be a terrible parent but i felt better about it because at least Catherine was there. And now that she is gone... i am so scared i feel like the world is just going to suck me up Danno. I feel like i am constantly going to fail her... that im not good enough" Steve cries. Danny shakes his head and takes Steve in his arms.

"Hey, you listen to me Steve McGarrett. I know what that feels like, hell i still feel like then when it comes to Charlie and Grace but hey," Danny points and the baby girl. "She is going to love you. She is going to love you because you are her dad and you are going to be a god damn great dad to her. She is going to be the luckiest kid alive because you are her dad. And i know this because i have seen you with my kids and if you treat her like you treat them then she is going to be a very amazing girl, Steve. Yes there are going to be times were you mess up and feel like you are failing them but that is a part of being a parent." Steve looks at Danny and nods.

"You know you have gotten pretty good at the speech thing," Steve compliments and Danny raises his hands.

"I have always been good at the speech thing you have just never appreciated it before," Danny sasses and Steve laughs.

"God i missed this" Steve whispers and then there is the silence again. The silence were the both of them had so much to say but not knowing where to start.

"Danno I..." Steve starts but Danny puts his hand up.

"Steve, hey. Lets not do this now okay. Let focus of Baby McGarrett for now. And then umm we can discuss the whole other stuff later, okay," to which Steve nods knowing that he was right.

"Now, i am going to take some pictures because I have some very eager people awaiting pictures back home" Danny says fishing out his phone and snapping a picture.

"Now do we have a name for this little girl" Danny says while uploading the picture of Baby McGarrett onto the group chat that Tani had set up. Steve letss out a breathe.

"Me and Catherine never picked out a name. I mean we were arguing over a few names the past few weeks but nothing stuck out really."

"And what sort of names were you picking out. Because i can not imagine Steve McGarrett sitting reading through baby name lists."

"Well Catherine actually made me download this app and it was like baby name tinder."

"Did you just say baby name tinder."

"Yeah baby name tinder. Its a thing. You send a link to someone and your accounts link and then you swipe right or left on the names you like and then the name pops up if its a match," Steve explains and Danny raises his eyebrows.

"Now that is the smartest but dumbest thing that i have ever heard. I mean who thinks up of these things."

"I dont know Danno, its not like i messaged the guy asking him how he came up with his app concept," Steve argues.

"Hey im just say" Danny says putting his hands up in defence. Danny sighs looking at the baby, at this rate the poor thing was never going to have a name.

"Here look through it" Steve says as he holds out his phone. Danny looks at his confused.

"Look through what".

"The list of names me and Catherine liked. Pick one you like and then that will be her name," Steve explains and Danny holds a breathe.

"You want me to pick your childs name."

"Yes Danno that is exactly what i am asking you to do." Danny stares at Steve for a minute before looking down at the list on the phone. There wasnt many, five or so. Danny read through them all putting them together with Steves last name and there was only one that stuck out to Danny.

"Daisy." Steves eyes never leave his daughter as Danny says the name and he smiles at her. Daisy, that was her name, it was perfect.

"Now i am telling you now i am not helping you pick out her middle name. You can do that yourself" Danny says handing Steve his phone back over.

"I dont have to pick out a middle name. It suprisingly the only thing me and Catherine agreeded on."

"And what did you decide on."

"Dani" Steve tells him, now he had to see Dannys face and Steve swears he could see tears in the shorter mans eyes.

"Her middle name is Dani, after the pain in my ass but also my best friend" Steve explains and Danny nods his heads. He sniffles and wipes his nose before giving Steve a hug.

"Thanks man. I love you," Danny tells him pulling back from him.

"Your welcome and i love you too." Danny and Steve turn back looking at Daisy and smile.

"Dasiy Dani McGarrett. Great name. Everyone is going to love this" Danny says as he messages the groupchat the name and picture to follow that he didnt send before.

"Yeah its perfect," Steve says as he looks at his daughter.

"You know i am going to hold you to the fact that you let me help name your child over your head for the rest of your life right," Danny tells him. And all that Steve can do is chuckle and nod his head.

"Yeah i know Danno. I know."

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[whats-k-popping]

Namjoom appendicitis?

Thanks for the request! <3 I hope you like it! I've got two other sick Namjoon requests completed which I'll be posting today as well. I managed to get so much writing done yesterday and I'm excited to share it all!

Pairing: Namjin (platonic intentions but read as you want) || ft. rest of the member briefly

Words: 2570

Warnings: Emeto || Graphic Descriptions of Illness || Appendicitis || Fever || ER Trip || Hospital Admission || Mentions of surgery/scaring || Slight angst

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Namjoon pulls the thermometer out of his mouth. He looks down at the digital reading- 37.8. It’s not a terrible fever, but he wants a second opinion before making any decisions for the day. He carries the thermometer to his hyungs' room and knocks on the door. 

Seokjin answers, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth. He looks quizzically at Namjoon, looking the younger member up and down for any sign of distress. When he eyes the thermometer in hand, he forgoes any greeting and just invites Namjoon inside. Yoongi is nowhere to be seen. He must have already been downstairs with the others. “Hyung, I have a fever.” He shows Seokjin the thermometer, but the device has since turned off. He curses slightly under his breath and sticks the thermometer back under his tongue.

Seokjin rolls his eyes with a fond chuckle. He rushes to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste in his mouth while Namjoon fidgets with the buttons. When Seokjin returns, Namjoon’s taken a seat on the edge of his bed with the thermometer sticking out of his mouth. Seokjin takes in Namjoon’s appearance. He doesn’t look sick. Maybe he looks a little tired and worn out. But don't they all. But it’s odd. He knows Namjoon’s also not one to complain. So he assumes it must be serious. He places a hand on Namjoon’s forehead while they wait for the thermometer to beep. It's a little warm, but Seokjin’s not concerned. It could easily just be the leftover warmth from being tucked into bed.

The thermometer beeps and Namjoon pulls it out. 37.9. Again, a pretty low grade fever. Namjoon looks at the number dejected. Seokjin clicks his tongue, “I guess you do have a little bit of a fever, Joonie. Is anything else bothering you?” He doesn’t want to minimize Namjoon’s feelings. The leader came to him after all, presumably for help.

“Mmm, my stomach aches, a little, I think?” He clutches his stomach while he speaks. It really feels like minor complaints. But he can feel it in his gut. His intuition is telling him something's not right.

“Like you’re going to throw up?” Seokjin asks for clarification. He’s starting to assume Namjoon caught a stomach bug in the early stages. Arguably the best time to catch it.

Namjoon shakes his head, “More like cramps. It hurts, like aching.” There’s a whine in the leader’s voice that is categorically not Namjoon. “I’m just not feeling very good today, hyung.”

Seokjin’s torn. Namjoon’s not exhibiting any symptoms that would justify a day off. He’s pretty sure his parents have sent him to school with higher fevers in his youth. And they always have cramps and muscle aches from the choreography rehearsals. But Namjoon never over exaggerates. Namjoon has never overplayed symptoms to get a day off. He usually doesn’t even recognize his body might be trying to tell him something until it’s too late. Seokjin doesn’t know what he should do. “Namjoon-ah, do you want to stay back today?” He asks, realizing Namjoon never actually made any kind of request. Maybe Seokjin's got the leader’s objective all wrong.

“Of course not.” Namjoon admits vehemently, like the very idea offends him. He softens a bit before he continues. “But I don’t want to hold the group back. And if I'm sick, I might make trouble for you guys." 

“I’ll keep an eye on you, then.” Seokjin promises with a wide smile, “Just let me know if you start to feel any worse. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” Namjoon nods, returning the smile graciously. They both finish getting ready and leave with the rest of the group. 

The day starts off with a grueling 6 hour rehearsal. And it's not even the slow step-by-step breakdown rehearsal. It is a back-to-back full run through of all the songs in their set list rehearsal. The worst kind. But with concerts coming up, they need to be solid on all of their movements. They need to have every transition down. They need to have the positioning, posing, and posture all perfect. And if they don't, they'll run it through from the top. 

It's only been an hour and Namjoon's struggling to keep up. He's sweating more than he usually does during a full choreo run through. More than he does during a concert, even. He blames the fever. Of course it's intense choreo, it's hot in the studio, and he's wearing all black. But he knows the fever is to blame. Because despite everything, there's a faint chill deep in his bones. 

And the cramp-like feeling he acknowledged earlier is more intense. He wonders if he pulled a muscle or bruised himself. There's an ache deep in his lower belly that makes it impossible to stand up straight without yelping out in pain. He's really only moving his arms anymore. And taking baby steps from side to side. And even that little bit takes everything out of him. 

In one misstep, he manages to take out Taehyung and Yoongi in the formation. The song stops abruptly. Jimin and Hoseok help Taehyung and Yoongi off the floor and check for injuries. Thankfully there aren't any. Seokjin rushes to Namjoon's side, having witnessed the incident in the mirror. 

"Sorry, Tae. Sorry, Hyung." Namjoon apologizes, still hunched over and very much out of breath. "My fault." 

Taehyung's quick to brush it off with a swift “no harm done" and gets back into formation. Yoongi goes back to formation as well, ready to start the song over. But he eyes Namjoon suspiciously as he does. Whatever's going on, it seems Seokjin's in on it. 

Seokjin pulls Namjoon off to the side of the studio. He puts a hand on Namjoon's forehead and finds that he's burning up. His fever is way higher than it was back at the dorms. He's surprised it had spiked so much so quickly. "Namjoon-ah, you need to sit down." The older man strongly suggests. 

Namjoon takes a step but winces in pain. He presses his hands over the lower right side of his abdomen. Eventually, he finds his breath, the pain quelled for the time being. "I told you I didn't want to make trouble.” He complains, inching closer to the formation.

Seokjin’s ready to put his foot down about the situation. He’s ready to call a medic and have Namjoon escorted to the dorms, or the clinic if Namjoon’s really not feeling that well. “I really think you should-”

Namjoon cuts him off. “I'll be okay. I can manage." the leader replies through a clenched jaw. 

Seokjin doesn't believe it, not even for a second. They still have hours left of rehearsal. But Namjoon’s old enough to make his own decisions. And he’s wise enough to lead the members to the forefront of the global stage. Clearly, he must know what he’s doing. Seokjin bites his tongue. He does second guess his decision from that morning. Maybe he should have forced Namjoon to stay back at the first sign of illness. What was he thinking?

He comes to the resolution that Namjoon will wear himself out. He’s nearing his limit, then he’d be able to rest peacefully knowing he pushed himself as hard as he could. Seokjin wordlessly vows to pay closer attention to the leader as he hangs on to the last of his energy. To start, he doesn't let Namjoon rejoin the formation until he drinks at least half a bottle of water. He's sweating bullets from the fever. The last thing they need is for him to be dehydrated. 

No one asks any questions when Namjoon rejoins the formation. They can all see he's not at 100%, he’s barely pushing 50%. But Seokjin took care of it, whatever it is. So they unanimously and silently decide to go easy on him. They're all more mindful of their own positioning around Namjoon, making sure there's no further collisions when the leader doesn't move like he's supposed to. 

They're midway through the 15th song when Namjoon bends at the waist and heaves a puddle of water onto the floor. Again, the music stops abruptly but this time the members don't brush it off. Seokjin rushes to Namjoon, easing him to the floor as he continues to vomit heavily onto the polished hardwood. At first it’s just the water he drank. But it soon becomes everything he’s eaten in the last two days. 

"Alright, hyung. What's going on?" Yoongi seethes. He's clearly worried and it's manifesting into anger. "What are you not telling us?" 

Seokjin's rubbing circles into Namjoon's back. The puddle is growing larger by the second. And Namjoon's not showing any signs of slowing down anytime soon. Between heaves, Namjoon’s screeching out in pain, begging for help and relief. Jungkook swoops in with the studio trash bin and puts it under Namjoon's mouth in time for the next heave. He takes over holding onto Namjoon so Seokjin can address the frantic members. 

"He wasn't feeling too well this morning-" Seokjin starts.

"-And you told him to come to rehearsal?" Jimin interrupts, sounding absolutely horrified. It's a very un-Seokjin thing to do. Usually, Seokjin's all about doting on his dongsaengs and making sure they take care of themselves. "You knew he was sick and didn't make him stay back." 

"Jimin-ah, guys, I swear." Seokjin's quick to defend himself, "he didn't seem that sick. His fever was low. And he said he just felt cramps. I assumed it was just morning fatigue and he'd get over it." Seokjin feels the blame of the members, like skewers piercing through his heart 6 times over. He has disappointed his dongsaengs. He let Namjoon down. He crumbles under the weight of his own shame, collapsing onto his knees. He should have been a better hyung. "I didn't know he'd get so sick so fast." He sobs, "I'm sorry. I should have paid better attention." Tears pour freely from his eyes. "I'm so so sorry." 

No one offers Seokjin any sympathy. They all rush to tend to Namjoon. Yoongi noticies the positioning of Namjoon’s hands on his stomach and it triggers flashbacks for him. His mind wanders to their early debut days. He remembers the stomach pains, the fever spikes, and the rolling nausea. He wouldn’t wish that on his worst enemy, and his heart aches thinking it’s happening to his best friend. “He needs to go to the hospital. Right now. I think his appendix burst.” 

Jimin cringes at the mention, also having some residual traumatic feelings around Yoongi’s diagnosis and the pain Namjoon’s experiencing. But Jimin was never this bad. Thankfully, they caught his appendicitis early and were able to remove it before it ruptured. 

Taehyung runs to find a manager and explains the situation. In a matter of minutes, Namjoon is rushed to the hospital. EMTs come to the same conclusion that Yoongi drew and he was rushed to an emergency surgical procedure as soon as the ambulance skids to a stop at the trauma bay. 

Namjoon wakes up an indiscriminate time later in an unfamiliar room. He can’t remember anything after drinking water with Seokjin at practice. There’s clearly some pieces missing. He shifts to take in his surroundings and winces at a fresh pain in his side. When he takes a look, he sees the incision site and six neatly wound stitches holding two pieces of his skin together. Looking at it makes his skin crawl. 

“Hyung, don’t look at it.” Taehyung’s small voice fills the room, drowning out the beeping of the vitals monitor for a short while. Namjoon hadn’t even known the rest of them were in the room. He cranes his neck to look at them, trying to do everything he can to keep his torso still. 

“Welcome back, Joonie-hyung.” Jungkook greets with his wide bunny smile. They’re all huddled in the corner holding balloons, stuffed toys, get well cards, and a treats basket. For after he’s recovered, of course. “How are you feeling?” 

“Hurts,” Namjoon groans, “What happened?”

“Your appendix nearly ruptured.” Yoongi explains, “You had to have surgery to remove it.” 

“Surgery?” Namjoon slurs, glancing back at the scar above his hip. “Was everything okay?” 

Hoseok chuckles fondly, stepping closer to Namjoon. “Everything went fine. You’ll be good as new in a few weeks. You’re pretty lucky, Joonie. You could have really hurt yourself today.” He holds onto one of Namjoon’s hands. “You need to tell someone when you really aren’t feeling well.” 

Namjoon glances in Seokjin’s direction. The older man looks down, avoiding any kind of eye contact. “I did tell someone.” He remarks. The air in the stuffy hospital room fills with tension. 

Jimin feels the tension like an elephant sitting on his shoulders. He corrals the members, Seokjin excluded. “Come on, we should give them some space.” He whispers to the members. But out loud he announces they are going to the cafeteria. He says he’ll pick something up for Seokjin and recalls that this hospital has the best rice pudding for Namjoon. 

Seokjin and Namjoon are left alone in the room. They can both feel the awkward air between them. It’s a few minutes before either of them breaks the silence. 

“Namjoon, I-” 

“Hyung, wha-” 

They both try to speak at the same time. “Sorry, you first.” Seokjin recedes immediately. 

“I told you I didn’t feel good today.” Namjoon scolds, “I told you I didn’t want to make trouble for the group.”

Seokjin bites his tongue. It’s not often that Namjoon speaks to him in a scolding manner. Even though he’s the leader, he’s usually gentler toward the hyungs. Yoongi excluded, those two can go at each other’s throats. He wants to bite back that Namjoon also told him he didn’t want to skip rehearsal. And that he said he’d be fine to continue. But Seokjin knows he’s in the wrong. Everything Namjoon had said to him was muddled with fever and pain. He never should have listened to him. “You’re right, Joonie. I should have taken you to the doctor as soon as you told me you didn’t feel good. This is my mistake.” He admits, daring to move closer. He wants Namjoon’s comfort, though he isn’t sure he deserves it. 

“You said you’d take care of me.” Namjoon’s breath hitches as he continues, wiping at his eyes. He doesn’t cry, but he wants to. Deep down he knows it’s not Seokjin’s fault. Since it was his appendix, he knows he would have ended up in the hospital regardless. Resting for the day wouldn’t have solved anything. But he still hurts. He trusted his hyung to guide him, to take care of him. 

Seokjin doesn’t hesitate anymore, he rushes right in and consoles Namjoon. He rubs the younger’s shoulder gently. “Oh, Namjoon-ah.” He shushes, “I will always take care of you.” Namjoon leans into his hyung’s touch. He shouldn’t take it out on Seokjin. He can never stay mad at his hyung for too long. “I’ll do better. I’ll be with you while you recover, until you’re all better. Promise.” 

Namjoon likes the sound of that, “Hyung, I’m tired.” 

“Then sleep,” Seokjin squeezes himself onto the edge of the hospital bed. He doesn’t jostle Namjoon’s body but manages to wrap an arm around the leader’s shoulders. Namjoon rests his head against Seokjin’s shoulder and falls asleep before the other members return with food.

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A/N: As always, thanks for reading to the end! Feedback is always appreciated. And please let me know if I missed any tags or TWs. Please call me out for any errors you notice!

#bts #bts sickfic #sick!Namjoon #caretaker!Seokjin #kinda #ft caretaker!Yoongi #ft caretaker!Jungkook #namjin #platonic bts #bts emeto #bts fever #bts canonverse #bts appendicitis #appendicitis fic #tw emeto #tw fever #tw hospital #tw surgery #tw appendicitis #aki sickfic #aki writes #aki requests

[urmommalovesmemore]

I promise.. (pt. 2)

peitro maximoff x male reader x bestfriend! oc

previously: "Cmon kid.." I heard Tony cry. He was practically her dad. He took care of her when her dad didn't. I was the cause to this. It should've been me. It should've been ME...this isn't fair. why you?...

I was sitting on the quinjet floor sobbing hearing the silence besides the long beep of a flatline and my cries.. until..

BEEP...

BEEP...

my head snapped up as I heard the beep of the moniter. I looked at it and there was a heartbeat... I instantly stood up and ran to where my bestfriend was. "cmon Gracie.. it'll be okay. you'll be okay. I promise." there were still tears rolling down my face as banner suddenly spoke..

"we need to get her to a hospital there's not much I can do here. her heartbeat is barely there." he said looking at me and Tony. " do whatever you can. Tony pl-please hurry she needs to be okay. she's my bestfriend I-I can't loose her." I said pleading. he ran to the control and put in the nearest hospital and flew as fast as he could.

I held gracies hand "you have to be okay, I love you so much grace. you're my bestfriend, I dont know what I'd do without you." I whispered hoping she can still hear me.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked over and saw pietro looking at me with tears in his eyes, trying his best to comfort me.. but it did the opposite. I broke down.

I started sobbing and hugged him tightly, my face shoved into the nape of his neck. "she'll be okay m/n, I promise. she'll be okay." he was trying to comfort me but at the same time trying to convince himself.

Gracie has been my bestfriend our whole lives. we were only 7 when we met. she was sitting on the sidewalk, crying. I was walking with my mom. I noticed a small girl crying and ran up to her "are you okay?" I asked worryingly. she sniffed "m-my dad hurt me again." she cried. my mom was listening the whole time "oh, honey.. she rubbed the girls back comfortingly. "can she stay with us momma? please?" I asked my mother hopeful. "of course she can." she smiled at me. "yayy" I smiled brightly. I held out my hand to the girl "cmon! we'll take you to your new home!" I said a big smile still on my face. she took my hand, tears still in her eyes but a smile. she stood up and walked with us to our house. "Whats your name? I'm m/n but my friends call me n/n" I asked with a smile. "im Gracielynn.. but everybody either calls me Gracie or grace." she said with a smile the tears now gone. "Ooh your name is so pretty! I can already tell were gonna be bestfriends forever." I said still holding her hand with a smile "thank you... I can too."

I cried harder as I remembered the memories of us.. she was there for everything. she was there when my mom died, when we became avengers, when I got my first boyfriend. and I was there when she got her first girlfriend. "she has to be okay... I promised she'd be okay.. I promised." I cried.

when we got to the hospital, we had called ahead of time to get things ready, and that we'd be landing on the helicopter pad. but when we got there they put her on a stretcher and they ran her inside, I tried and begged but they wouldn't let me into the room she was in.. so I sat in the waiting room, absolutely exhausted.

a few hours later the doctor walked out and I bolted up and ran to them. "how is she? is she okay?" I asked frantically. "she's fine. she's in recovery right now.. but she isn't awake. you may wait here until she wakes up, or you can go home and we will call you when she does." the doctor said and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding "no- no.. ill stay here." I said walking back to the others. "is she okay?" Tony asked

"yeah she's fine. she isn't awake yet tho. the doctor said they'll let us know when she is. you guys can go home. I'll call you when she wakes up." I said rubbing a hand down my face "are you sure? we can wait here with you if you want." Steve asked. "no its okay you guys go get some rest." I smiled tiredly.

most of them left besides; peitro, wanda, tony and me.

I closed my eyes feeling myself fall asleep until peitro shook my shoulder "hmm?" I mumbled looking at him. he pointed in a direction. I looked over and a doctor was walking over to us. I stood up and met them halfway. "she is awake now. do you want to go see her?" the doctor asked. "yes- yes I do. what room is she in?" I asked, happy that she was okay but still worried.

"302 ill take you." the doctor smiled, and I smiled back. we all followed the doctor to the room and when we made it there they opened the glass doors and gracie was sitting up eating some mashed potatoes that lowkey looked nasty.

I felt my eyes water as she looked at me and I rushed forward and hugged her "aye! aye! bullet wound! that shit hurts man" Gracie said but laughed. "oh shit I'm sorry dude, im just so happy you're okay..." I said with a smile feeling my eyes water..

"yeah man.. but there is one thing." she said and frowned. "what? what is it? everything okay?" I asked worryingly hoping nothing happened. "its just... you need to wake up." she said. "what? what are you talking about I am awake." I said confused. "no you're not m/n... wake up." she said and everything went black.

"m/n!.... m/n! wake up!" I jolted up "what? is everything okay?" I sat up and I looked around... "im still here...." I thought and looked around and noticing im still in the goddamn waiting room. "the doctors here.." Pietro said and I looked up as the doctor walked over to me.

"im so sorry for your loss.. we were too late. she was bleeding too much. im sorry." the doctor said and walked off with a sad look. "what..." I whispered "she can't be gone.. I promised she'd be okay." I felt my breathing get faster.. "m/n..? m/n!" was the last thing I heard before everything went black.. again.

"M/N! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD MAN WAKE THE FUCK UP." I heard a familiar voice say. "huh?? what." I sat up "oh what the fuck." I said im in the quinjet. "dude you fuckin fell asleep." Gracie said with a laugh from next to me. I looked at her for a second with tears in my eyes before giving her a bear hug. "hey hey whats this for?" she asked "I had a nightmare.. you died on this fucking mission.." I said as tears fell out of my eyes.

"oh m/n... im not going anywhere.. I promise.." she said with a smile, and I cried into her shoulder. "how about this.. ill stay in here for the mission, yeah? so you don't have to worry." she said and that sounded really good right now. "yeah that'd be great thanks... I really appreciate it, I dont want you dying on me man." I said with a smile breaking away from the hug. "dont worry I won't." she said with a big smile and she ruffled my h/c hair...

a/n: i hope you all hate the plot twists, love u baes 😻

#angst #sadness #death #bsf #male reader #gay #mlm #fluff #crying #blood

[queerrobin]

soft dom eddie makes me weak in the knees

#eddie munson #beep beep graci #also i promise i’m gonna work on the requests in my inbox this weekend <3

[graciedarwinnoodle]

somehow Gracie can tell time

(its probably because I have a clock that beeps every hour and she use to try and figure out where the sound was coming from)

she knows when its food time even in daylight savings

gold digger just does time based on the sun, sunrise food time, sunset food time, hes mad it's not time to eat

[handsbloodied]

This is essentially what would happen to Judith after Riley dies. Based off of this and this by the bestie aka the shareholder of our single brain cell aka the best person ever @traumaxforged. I listened to this mostly while I wrote it. 2.3k words

God she hated hospitals. The fluorescent lights, the ever-lingering smell of bleach, mixed with the hushed tones of doctors and nurses as they roam the halls. Squeaky wheels on carts and wheelchairs as machines beep and alarms sound every so often.

Judith had been trying to avoid them ever since Hannah had died, but now she was here again. With someone she loved in a coma, again. "I don't know what to do Gracie." She stared blankly at the floor in front of them, her hand tightly gripping the blonde's. "I can't lose her, I just can't, I don't know if I'll survive."

She felt numb, a stark contrast to how she had reacted in the direct aftermath of the news.

Screaming and crying as she tried to find her phone. She needed to call Bergen, she needed to call Gracie, she needed to do something. "Mom... mom I can't breathe..." She whispered. "I can't..." She was clutching her phone as she turned around, leaving through the door she'd just walked through. Stumbling down the front steps, she'd finally managed to call Bergen. A shaky explanation of what had happened and that she needed to call Gracie.

So half an hour later she had found herself sitting in the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room. Her dad was with Riley, asking for some time alone with his daughter. Part of Judith was grateful, she would at least have more time before she had to figure out what the hell she was supposed to say to Riley. Hell, she didn't even know what she was going to say to her dad.

"She's gonna be okay right? I mean it's Riley she's always okay." Gracie looked over at Judith, squeezing her hand. At the same time Bergen squeezed her other hand, the only thing keeping her calm was knowing that they were both sitting there.

"I hate hospitals..." Judith whispered. "I hate them so much." She could feel the tears filling her eyes again. "I can't... another person I love is in a coma and I can't do anything." She shook her head. "I don't want to have to watch another person I love die. I can't do it." If it weren't for the fact that her whole body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds she would have took off running. Anywhere that wasn't here.

But she couldn't move. And Riley needed her here.

So Judith knew that she would stay for as long as she was needed. She would stay until her sister woke up. Because she had to wake up.

Two days had passed and she still hadn't heard anything one way or another about Riley. She'd been in to see her a couple times, usually leaving when her dad would come in. He just sat there, staring at Riley. Not moving, not saying anything. It angered her to no end.

"Dad c'mon we have to try and do something for her. We can't just give up. This is Riley, your daughter, my baby sister why aren't you fighting harder for her?" She asked, the desperation evident in her voice.

"Jude..." He began, but the elder daughter just shook her head. "No, no I don't want to hear it. It's clear you've given up. After Carl died, you just gave up." It was getting harder and harder by the second to keep her emotions in check.

Rick stood from his chair, turning to face Judith. "I haven't given up on her, there's nothing we can--" He was cut off by his daughter once again.

"If she dies because you didn't try hard enough, because mom and I are the ones fighting for her, I will never forgive you!" Judith told him, blue eyes wild as she clenched her hands into fists at her sides. "You can't be that ignorant, dad you can't! There has to be something we can do!"

Days turned into weeks and Judith had left the hospital maybe three times during Riley's stay.

The lights got brighter, to the point where Judith felt like she could hear the hum of the fluorescence, bleach was burned into her nostrils, tainting her clothes. The hushed voices started to get louder and louder as each day went on. In passing she could hear them discussing Riley, how their options were dwindling day by day.

Every fight she put up, every time she would beg her dad to just do something, she was met with the same stoic silence. He'd stopped speaking to her after the first week in the hospital, solely because every time he tried Judith would call him out and once again beg him to help Riley.

Every option she looked into on her own for Riley came too late, the doctors saying they would have had to do it days before Judith had found the information. "Please, please just do something! Why am I the one fighting for Riley, why can't he do it?" She cried, latching herself to Gracie one evening.

"I don't know, I'm sorry, I know they're trying everything they can think of. You got their attention, but Jude..." Gracie trailed off, holding her best friend tight.

"It's too late, I know..." She finished, her tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Hey little dove." Came the all too familiar voice one night, startling Judith out of her sleep. "You're okay, just relax. I didn't mean to startle you. I just, I've been watching and until now I didn't think it would be a good idea for me to show up, especially considering the last time we were here together." She could see Hannah now, sitting in the chair across from her as she sat up in her own.

"Hannah what are you doing here?" She whispered, careful to keep her voice low as her eyes moved around the waiting room, watching to see the other people. "Not here."

Getting up, Judith walked down the hall to one of the bathrooms, locking the door behind her as she waited for Hannah to show up once again.

"You know you worry too much about what people think of you." Hannah sighed, appearing on the large counter, swinging her feet.

"Oh yeah because I'd love for people to see that I'm talking to no one and when they ask me I say "my dead ex-girlfriend" like they won't lock me up." Judith rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall.

Hannah in turn, rolled her own eyes. "You know I've been here the whole time right? I've seen and heard everything."

Judith nodded slowly. "I kinda figured, surprised you didn't say anything sooner. But I guess it makes sense, this was the last place I saw you." A pause. "Have you seen Riley yet? Or is she still here?"

"She's not really here or with you, she's stuck in the in between. Limbo, if you will. I can hear her, but I can't see her. I'm sorry little dove." Hannah moved off the counter and towards Judith, placing a hand on her cheek.

She never understood why she could feel Hannah's touch, a hug, a hand on her cheek, what would have been a smack to the back of her head, but right now Judith didn't care. It was grounding in a way she couldn't fully comprehend or even begin to explain. "I don't know what I'm gonna do if I lose her, Han."

"You made it through losing Carl, and losing me, you're strong, if it does end up that way, you will make it through losing Riley." Hannah offered up.

"I didn't want to have to make it through losing either of you." Judith snapped. "I shouldn't have had to do that."

"You're right, but look what it brought you. You can think about Carl without hurting as much, you can see me and not freak out. And you met Bergen, Jude he's perfect for you. You're great together." Hannah smiled.

Raising an eyebrow, Judith looked at Hannah. "You didn't show up just to say you approve of my boyfriend did you? You're here because you know..."

Hannah fell silent for a moment before gesturing to the door. "Go be with her, I'll be here when you need me little dove." Without another word, she disappeared.

Judith made her way back towards the waiting room, stopping outside of Riley's room before stepping inside to stand next to her mom. She didn't want it to come to this. She had hoped they could have done something, she had hoped that they would have tried. Why didn't they try? Why didn't she try harder?

Watching her sister, Judith didn't pay the doctor any attention as he unplugged the machines. The heart monitor gave two final beeps before the steady tone that brought her whole world crashing down. Walking over to Riley's bedside, Judith leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm so sorry." She whispered.

After a minute, she felt like she was suffocating, like someone had sucked all the oxygen out of the room and so her legs took her as fast as they could out into the dark night. Slumping against the wall, Judith slid to the ground, ignoring the feeling of the brick scratching along her back as she did so. Her tears were falling freely now, hands clasped over her mouth as she let out broken sobs.

"She's okay little dove. Carl's got her. And I've got you." Hannah promised, wrapping her arm around Judith's shoulders.

After Riley's death, the spiral began. She couldn't find her footing so she kept getting knocked under the waves of her grief.

Every little thing became a fight, especially with her dad. All of it leading back to how he failed his family. Twice. And now the only kid he had left wasn't even his.

That was one she threw around a lot.

Most times he would just sit there and let her yell, wait for her to get it out of her system and leave either the room or the house. Usually it was the room, she had been spending more and more time in Riley's room but she was the only one allowed in there. No one else.

"I'm trying really hard not to be mad at him." She looked into the corner of the room where Hannah stood.

"And how's that working out for you little dove? Because it seems to me you can't even be in the same house as him. Is there somewhere else you can go? Can you stay with Gracie? Or Bergen?" She asked, looking around Riley's room. It had been months and nothing had changed. Not a box in sight to take things down and put them in the attic. The only thing Judith had done was dust, which she supposed was a good thing.

"I don't wanna leave my mom." Judith admitted, pushing herself upright on Riley's bed. "If it were just my dad then I'd be gone."

Hannah frowned. "Not even just for a couple nights? You're not even sleeping anymore, or if you do it's not for long. I'm getting worried."

Rolling her eyes, Judith got up off of Riley's bed and went back to her own room, locking Riley's door behind her. "Great now I'm worrying a ghost." She huffed.

"I'll ignore that shot at me because I know that you're hurting. Please just for a couple nights? Find somewhere else to stay. Stay with someone and take something to help you sleep." Hannah pleaded.

"Fine... fine I'll find somewhere to stay. But if any of Riley's stuff is moved when I come back..." She began and Hannah held up her hand.

"I'm getting pretty good at this whole ghost thing I can make sure they don't touch anything. I can be pretty scary when I want to be." She pointed out.

Judith grabbed one of her old dance bags from her closet and started to pack a couple days worth of clothes. "Oh yeah because Hannah O'Neil can really strike fear into the hearts of others." She managed a small, hollow sounding laugh.

"Take care little dove."

"I feel empty..." Judith admitted, not really to anyone in particular. In some form of symbolism it had been raining since she had left home. And for whatever reason Judith decided she was going to sit out in said rain. "Like... like I can't breathe, like a part of my soul died with her."

Gracie had been glued to her side since then, at least whenever she was needed. "It's not going to feel like that forever." She sat down next to her friend, holding the umbrella over their heads.

Judith nodded slowly, moving her dripping wet hair out of the way. "I always told her that she was the best of us. That she was gonna be the one to take over the world because she was so full of fire and passion." She began. "I was supposed to protect her, to make sure that she could be everything she wanted to be. And I failed her. I don't... I don't even remember the last thing I said to her. I'm sure it was something stupid and way overbearing for being her sister."

"She knows you loved her, Judith. You know that better than anyone. And you're gonna make it through this. Through this emptiness, and then the overwhelming grief, and the cycle as it repeats. Because you have your mom, you have Bergen and you have me. We're not going anywhere. I promise."

"Don't promise me that." Judith shook her head. "Please, Gracie don't. I can't go through that again. I can't--"

Gracie just nodded and wrapped her arm around Judith's shoulder. "Then we just take it one day at a time."

#&.* your opinion only matters in college | scribbles

[yeonjuins]

Miss you too woo! I haven’t given any recs in a while so here’s what I’m deffo into rn

myo - colde

car seats - midwxst

beep boop beep boop - meaningful stone

fine - boycold ft soma, woodz

light - yugyeom

between - fisherman ft sumin

loonatic - odd eye circle

and the most recent atz cb.. and a bit of yena. It’s all over the place but how can I forget about RINGGG.. I love it sm

june anon

(lengthy response!)

HAIII ty for all the song recs i was going through it last night and seeing you just rec me a bunch of songs made me ))): <3 oh my GODDD i rmbr when myo dropped i watched it and i thought of how one sexy of a motherfucker colde is my god he is nothing but a cat enthusiast..... the mv was filmed sosos pretty

ALL SONGS U RECCOMMENDED WERE <3 <3 i acc fell in love with beep boop beep boop (hehe silly title) and i was ;000 ALSO BETWEEN IS SO FUNKY AND VIBEY I LOVE IT SM i literally linked it to my humming anon and we both <3 over it for a good momennt

ATZ COMEBACK AND YENA SO TRUE <3 i love the styling for yena's comeback so much she is everything to me...

clasps hands !! as per usual, here are some songs i've been brain rotting too as of late:

ballroom extravaganza - dpr ian

seraph - dpr ian

mess it up - gracie abrams

lily of the valley - daniel

come inside of my heart - iv of spades (you might have heard this one on tiktok before if you're on there !!!)

if you do give any of these a listen lemme know what u think my love <3

#asks #june anon #edit: SNOW BY SURL IS ALSO REALLY REALLY GOOD

[mayfieldss]

Would it not kill to say goodbye? - JJ Maybank

Alternate ending to this fic - based on this request; jj x reader where the reader is kinda in the middle of a kook/pouge but is diagnosed with an aggressive leukemia? jj visits her during treatments and when she starts to loose her hair helps her shave it? maybe altnerste endings with mourning/survival?

Content warnings: mentions of chemo and its after-effects (throwing up, losing hair, etc.) Mentions of death / dying.

"When I scream, you're my echo. Will you cry if I let go?" - Gracie Abrams

When you were first diagnosed, JJ was with you. You'd been sick for a while, and it was bad. You knew that much, but when they told you what was wrong, it was like the world stopped spinning. Like someone hit pause, and you were left to sit and breathe in the news you had just received. You had leukemia, and it wasn't at all kind to you.

But JJ had been with you, and while you sat processing the news, he held your hand. "You've got this, okay? You're gonna fight it." That's what he'd said to you, trying to keep a reassuring smile on his face. You never told him how you saw the way his lips faltered, how his eyes welled up with tears. You let him be strong for you because you couldn't handle anything else.

JJ wanted you to try everything. Every treatment he could find on the internet, he would broach to your parents, who, as kooks, had a large expanse of money to spend on your wellbeing. Your parents liked him, despite JJ's famous last name, and his Pogue upbringing, they saw how much he cared. Whether they tolerated him just because you were sick or because they really felt something decent for him, you didn't know, but you knew you needed him. And he needed you. He would tell you late at night when he would stay with you, say those three words when he thought you were asleep. "I need you."

When the cancer became your new normal, it seemed like everything might be okay. Just because the routine you fell into made it seem like it would last forever. It might last forever, but at least it wouldn't kill you. Of course, that fantasy didn't last long, and it would hit you just how sick you were with every chemotherapy session you went to.

JJ would visit you during treatments and talk piles of shit about Topper and Rafe that would get you smiling again, but deep down, he was losing it. Hearing the beeping of machines, inhaling the overly sterile scent of the hospital every time he went to your treatments, it was damn near impossible for him to keep it together. But he did, for you.

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"How you feeling today?" He dares to ask it, eyes scanning over you and begging whoever can hear his thoughts to give him back the you that came before the cancer.

You're tired, and when you blink your eyes stay closed for longer than they should. "Fine, Jay."

The words come gently from your lips, but that doesn't stop them from cutting like a knife. They tear apart the inner most pieces of JJ because he knows they aren't true. Because he knows you're lying to him. "You can tell me if it's bad, you know." He reaches a hand out, placing it atop your knee. You smile, and that's all you do. That's all you're willing to give him, and JJ lets it sink in. That smile, that once upon a time was brighter.

-

Two nights later, JJ gets a call. It's you on the other end of the line, with voice shaky, and he can hear you shuffling about through the phone. "Can you come over?" You sound scared, and that, in turn, terrifies JJ.

"Y/N, what's going on?"

There's a pause, and JJ thinks maybe you've passed out before he hears you exhale. "Can you just come over?" Your voice echoes, and JJ knows you're in the bathroom now. He's already halfway out the door when you ask again, jumping on his bike and shivering in the nights cold air. "I'm on my way, baby."

And he is. After hanging up, he's at your house in ten minutes, which was nearly impossible unless he was speeding, which, of course, he was. He's willing to risk crashing his bike for you a million times over, and when he pulls up, skidding up the driveway, your parents are at the door. They stand solemnly in wait, and that makes JJ's heart beat so much faster than before. How bad is it? Is this the end? He's being dramatic, he hopes, but as he approaches the door, jogging up to your parents, the thoughts race.

"Is she okay?" They're the first words to leave his lips, and he has to admit he's looking straight past your mother and father and into the house, hoping to see you over their shoulders.

"She asked for you. She wouldn't let us help her." It's your mother who says it, and she glances at her husband, tears in her eyes. "She's upstairs."

JJ tries his best to acknowledge them, a nod what he gives in response before your parents’ step aside, and JJ rushes into the house to find you. He takes the stairs two at a time, calling out your name and not caring about waking the neighbours in the quiet of the night.

He finds you in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub with wet cheeks, tears still escaping your eyes. You've got a clump of hair in your hand, and upon seeing it, JJ understands his purpose here. He gets why you called. He knows why your tears fall relentlessly. You're losing your hair thanks to the chemo, and the problem with that is that now it feels real. It feels real to you and JJ, and with every second of silence that passes, that fact sinks further into JJ's bones. You really are sick, and it's starting to show.

"Hey baby, what you got there?" He knows what it is. You know he does, too, as he comes to sit beside you on the edge of the tub.

"My hair." It comes as a sniffle, JJ pulling you into his side with an arm over your shoulder.

"You want me to glue it back on?" JJ asks, squeezing your bicep and feeling a heavy breath leave him when you rest your head on his shoulder. You're quiet for a moment, and JJ lets you be, sitting in silence with you until you can find it in yourself to answer.

"I wanna shave it all off." It's sudden, but JJ doesn't act surprised. It would have had to happen at some point. You both knew it.

"You sure?" His voice is quiet, and he's staring at the tiles on the wall opposite him, trying to hold onto the fact you're still here. The cancer hasn't taken you yet. You nod, head moving against his shoulder, and JJ reminds himself that your loss of hair doesn't mean you're getting worse. It's a side effect of chemotherapy, the thing that's helping you fight this. You're fighting this.

"Okay," JJ stands slowly, giving you time to part yourself from him so he can do so. "Let's chop off those locks." He tries for a smile, and when you send him one back, he feels better. He hopes you do, too.

"So, you're going for a Professor X kinda vibe here, right?" You're situated in front of the mirror now, JJ, behind you with his head on your shoulder and his arms around your waist. You laugh at his comment, no matter how insensitive, because you know he means well. He always does.

"I was thinking more Vin Diesel, but Professor X could work too." JJ kisses your neck as you say it, the touch tickling as his hair falls into his face just a little. You feel loved, and that is the best thing you could ask for in this moment.

"You ready hairdresser?" You tap JJ's forearm, and he squeezes you just a bit tighter, lips pressing to your cheek to give you yet another kiss.

"Oh, I'm ready, babe. I have such a vision for your new look. You're a wonderful muse."

Grabbing the scissors and hair clippers is the first step, and it takes a little longer than it should to find the tools, most likely because you're avoiding the places where such things will actually be, but finally you end up back in front of the mirror again, JJ at your side as the hair clippers buzz in his hand.

"Ready?" His voice is steady, reassuring, and you nod to him with a smile.

"As I'll ever be."

When it's done, you're smiling. You're smiling and you're laughing. In fact, through the entire process of buzzing your hair off JJ had been making you laugh until your ribs ached with the weight of it all. You'd squealed with nerves and ran around the small space of the bathroom, and you'd kissed JJ until you could hardly breathe. Never in your life did you think it could be possible to find joy in shaving your head because of something so horrible as cancer, and yet here you were finding peace with it all. Of course, there were moments. Times when you'd pause your laughter to run a hand over your head, which now lacked the expanse of hair it once had. But then JJ would make some sort of comment, a joke that had you giggling again. Or he would dig his fingers into your sides, distracting you with the art of tickling. And when none of that worked anymore, he was serious. It was quiet, and you stared at yourself in the mirror, all your hair at your feet, and JJ stood at your side, looking at you and only you.

His smile is one to die for, and while it's not as wide as usual, it's there, small, sweet, and genuine. "You're so fucking amazing." His words bring your attention to him, and when your eyes lock with his everything feels all right. At that moment, everything is all right.

When you leave the bathroom to face your parents, arm around JJ's waist and his over your shoulders, their jaws drop. They knew what you were doing of course and had offered to help you themselves, but you asked for JJ. You always would. Their mouths fall open nonetheless because even though they saw it coming, they aren't used to seeing you like this. Still, when they find it in themselves to close their gaping jaws, there is a smile on their faces. It's easier for them now, not to cope with, but to understand.

They tell you just how great you look, and JJ agrees with them, kissing the top of your newly shaved head as you move to the living room to watch TV. JJ will stay for a while, keeping you company with your newfound self, and soon he'll leave, but only if you ask him to. He'd stay with you forever with only the clothes on his back if he could, and you've given him the chance to do so for now.

-

Over the next few months, you get worse, fatigue taking over your body as it grows weaker by the day. The chemo hardly does a thing to push back the cancer, and for a while, you ignored that fact. Everyone did. The Pouges, your parents, you, and JJ acted as though it was a simple misunderstanding between you and the sickness and that you'd sort it out as soon as you could get in touch with it. You'd find Leukemia's number, call her, and explain just how she was affecting you. She'd apologise, and finally, the cancer would leave. But of course, that's not how it works. And so, as you got sicker, everyone grew sadder, you included. It's not as easy to live out your final days happy like in the movies. The characters smile, travel the world, make love, and make peace with everything they've ever broken. But it's not that easy, and you don't think it ever will be. Your life is not a film that you can put a joyful filter on, but it is your own, and as you descend into madness, you write letters. It's hard to do, but if you get to control anything about your death, it'll be this. Your final words to all the people that matter. And so, you write. One for your parents, one for each of your friends, kook, and Pogue alike, and of course one for JJ. It's a fallback, a safe way to go, in case you don't have time to say goodbye to any of them, and it means a lot to you.

JJ doesn't want his when you give it to him. He pushes it back into your grasp, turning away with hands pulling at his hair. It's devastating to see, and as JJ stands there unable to look at you everything seems a whole lot worse. "You're not gonna die, Y/N." he rests his forehead against the wall in front of him, and you stare at his back, the muscles tensing and relaxing over and over under the fabric of his shirt. "You're not dying, you're just not."

You would walk to him, but you don't have the energy, and you're not sure you ever will again. "JJ, I am. We have to accept that." You hear him suck in a sharp breath as you say it. "Please, Jay. Just take the letter and read it once I'm gone."

He doesn't say anything. JJ just stands there, facing the wall as he cries. He does it silently and refuses to show you his face. He doesn't want you to know, and he sucks in every sob, keeping his body as still as possible so you don't see the heaving of his chest. He's broken, and he can't lose you, not yet. But he can't say anything, and he can't accept the letter. When you speak again the tears burning against his eyes fall faster.

"I know we didn't turn out the way we were supposed to, but this doesn't change the fact that we were something. We were something great, and after I'm gone, I want you to remember that. So, please JJ, take the letter." That sends JJ over the edge.

"We are something great, Y/N. You're using past tense as if you're already dead! Like you don't want to fight this anymore!" His words come fast, pouring from his mouth like a fountain of all his worst fears. "Why won't you fucking fight this?" He's turned to face you and his face is red with the pain of his anger, his sadness, and everything in between. He needs you, and he can't just let you stop trying.

"I don't want to fight this anymore, JJ. It's not worth it."

"Oh," JJ lets out a frustrated laugh, one that rings out across the room. "So living just isn't worth fighting for?" He knows it's not your fault you're sick, and he knows you're in pain, but he is too.

"JJ, it's not like that." You don't bother shouting back, you can't. Instead, you pull a blanket over yourself and lie down, turning to face the inner side of the couch you're on with your back to JJ. The tables have turned now, and something clicks in JJ's mind. He's losing you before you're even gone.

Slowly, JJ moves to the couch, a hand placed on your shoulder as he crouches down beside it. You're quiet, but you don't tell him to back off. You don't think you've got it in you to tell him to leave because every bone in your body wants him near.

"Please, don't give up princess. Don't give up on us." He pauses and presses a kiss to the part of your arm that isn't covered by the blanket. "Don't give up on yourself."

Somehow, that changes everything. Those words, that gentle touch from JJ enough to get you crying, but trying again, to fight whatever cursed thing coursed through your veins. You didn't want to, you'd wanted to let the leukemia take you far away from it all, but you thought maybe you could give it one more shot, and if it kills you, you've written your letters, you've said goodbye, and you've sure as hell tried.

You go to more treatments, pushing through them with JJ by your side. It's hard, and you feel worse with the effects of the chemo, but with each day you see a difference in JJ. He's hopeful, and while you don't feel the same, you feel better that you can give that to him—that hope.

And maybe some of that rubs off on you. Perhaps something thinks you deserve a second chance, free of the war you've been fighting with your own body because somehow, you start to get better. It's bittersweet at first because it's hard to believe that all you went through might have actually meant something, but you're getting better and it's all JJ can do not to scream praise to the sky above. It's a long time before you're better again, but there's something about the fact that your body is curing itself that seems like a miracle. A dream come true. JJ's there every step of it, holding your hand tightly in his making plans for all the things you'll do together once you're back on your feet. Surfing in every country you can think of, eating as much ice cream as you can stomach, pulling all-nighters driving out of town to do anything and everything at all. It's enough to bring a smile to your face, and you come to life again, colour returning to your skin and strength returning to your bones. You're okay to an extent, okay as you can be after cancer survival, but it's the best feeling in the world to be alive after the long fight. You made it, and now you've got so much more to do—so much more to fight for. You've got JJ, your friends, and your parents. You've got your health and you've got your life, and it's something you don't plan to let go of any time soon.

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[ace-angel-judas]

What was Ayden’s reaction to Arabella’s engagement and pregnancy?

“I’m pregnant, Dad, I’m having a baby,”

Ayden stared at the phone in his hands, brows furrowed together as he stood in his kitchen. He knew Arabella and Jungkook had been dating a while but he never expected…. This.

“Oh,” He whispered, “Not a dog, right? Like…a real baby,”

There was a moment of silence and a quiet sigh before Arabella spoke, “Yes, a real baby, I’m twenty four,”

Right. She wasn’t the same eighteen year old he had sent off to Korea. Ayden seemed to forgotten that six years had passed and his daughter had indeed grown up.

“Wow..,” Ayden murmured, “I mean, congratulations,”

“Okay,” Arabella sounded flat, “Look, I have a thing, I need to go,”

“Yeah, okay,” Ayden swallowed thickly.

There was a beep and he stared at his phone, a picture of Arabella from high school on his lock screen staring back up at him.

He shoved the phone in his pocket and walked down the hallway, opening the door to Arabella’s old room. Nothing had changed, there were still posters of the Kpop idols on the wall and a mess of papers on her desk.

Ayden walked to the bed, kneeling down and pulling a box out. This was the only apartment they’d ever lived in since he moved out of his parents house.

The box had a line of dust sitting on top as he opened in, a little smile on his lips as a little pink teddy bear looked up at him. There was a little plastic bag full of photos that made him sigh.

Pulling out his phone, Ayden dialed a number.

“You got the news, huh?” Grace’s voice came through the phone.

“Yeah,” Ayden chuckled, “Hope you have a spare room, Gracie, I’m coming to Korea,”