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backwzzds · 10 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ grumpy daddies that softened up over time, supernovas

one piece men who didn’t want kids at first, but changed their minds the further they got into fatherhood.

TRAFALGAR LAW

okay you getting pregnant was nowhere near law’s 10 year book of plans. honestly, being in a relationship with someone wasnt either, but you rewrote his expectations the moment he met you.

but having a baby? that was pushing it.

law was always hesitant of starting a family of his own because the one person he did call his family was taken from him at a very young age. and with the world we lived in, the last thing he wanted to do was bring a child into this madness, especially as a pirate amongst the supernovas.

you were always nervous on how law would react to having a kid, especially at such a young age. i mean, you were 23 and he was 26–not really ideal ages to have kids. but the man was so pussy drunk, the darker side of him was willing for one night—just one night—to risk it all to shoot his load between your velvety walls. now you two were facing the consequences.

the first few months were hard. of course, law loved little lea with all his heart. he was never one to deny his little girl, but you were able to tell how new this all was to him. he couldn’t spend all night up studying his med books, instead he had to be in bed by nine sharp, because a certain trafalgar had their bed time at that time.

at this exact moment, law would be hunched over neck deep in some physiology book, scribbling sloppy doctor’s notes on yellow post its. but currently, he was on his side of your shared bed, bedtime story book folded over his eyes as little lea’s head rested snugly on her father’s chest. law’s tattooed fingers protectively held her small frame against his body, almost as if he was keeping her from anyone taking her.

you had just finished doing some spring cleaning when you came into the room. looking around, you noticed that there wasn’t a single surgical book in sight. lea got him so good, she didn’t even let him study before she begged her daddy to read her a bedtime story. and hardly ten minutes in, the same man was cuddling over the same thing he swore he wouldn’t be able to take care of.

RORONOA ZORO

okay we all know zoro is a klutz. the man truly did not mean to get you pregnant. as if he suddenly forgot how biology and science worked, the thought of you getting pregnant the moment he came inside you raw (six times btw) completely slipped his marimo mind.

literally everyone and their mother knew the man hated kids but was somehow one of the best babysitters? if you wanna count out nami and robin. it was no surprise that he’d be a great father once he actually warmed up to it.

so the moment that baby zina turned four, it still felt unreal to him that you two shared an entire human together. ironically, zina had all of zoro’s looks and your entire personality.

that included driving her daddy insane.

“daddy,” zina pulled the pocket of her father’s sweats. zoro grunted with his heavy sword in his mouth, training for the hundredth time that morning. “why is our hair green?”

zoro couldn’t helo but chuckle as he gave out, “not sure.”

not only that, but zina got away with a lot of things even you couldn’t when it came to zoro. you three were at a fair on some summer island, deciding to take zina out for the day. there she was on top of her father’s shoulders, continuously covering and uncovering them as part of a game. “peekaboo!” the little marimo giggled, and to your surprise, zoro actually played back.

usually, you would have expected zoro to get annoyed fairly quickly if it were any other kid. he thought the whole of them were burden’s that talked too much. but he made the little girl sitting atop his shoulders, and he knew half of her belonged to you. so the fact that there was a possibility she’d grow to annoy the shit out if him just as much as you did—he wouldn’t have it any other way.

EUSTASS KID

kid would be the grumpiest dad of it all. he just had a downright shitty pullout game (not that he’d even tried), so it wasn’t a surprise that he got you pregnant fr. he swore up and down he aint want a kid, but the moment baby kuina came out with his fire red hair and bold ass personality—suddenly he was america’s #1 dad.

like seriously, you had no idea after all at fuss you’d find him bathing kuina, feeding her, taking her on walks—everything. the man saw your child more than you and you wasn’t playing dat fr. i mean, as great as it was to get a break from kuina postpartum and kid did all the work, it still amazed you to see such instictive dad behaviors come from him.

like kuina wouldn’t stop crying and you didn’t know why? she’d babble out the words of dada and kid would come flying to her rescue, baby talking back to her.

“aw mama’s being a big scawy meanie?” he’d tease. “i know princess let’s stop crying before uncle kil’ gets the both of us, okay?” kuina wouldn’t even understand half of what her father was saying to her, but he was talking to her and that was all she needed before she’d be thrown in a fit of drooly giggles.

on top of that, but the two would spend hours in the workshop together. “babe don’t forget to take her out every other hour. i don’t want her inhaling any of the fumes for too long,” you’d remind kid as kuina would quietly watch him build something. her pacifier would be tucked tightly between her lips as she almost laid against the terrain of kid’s knees, admiring his handy work.

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floralcyanide · 4 months

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⊱ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 ― 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 ⊰

[ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]

1960s ᴜs ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒: 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒.

౨ৎ 18+ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴʟʏ !

⊹ summary: the first time you meet coriolanus snow, you're unsure how to gauge him. but a conversation opens a new door for you politically. ⊹ pairing: young!coriolanus snow / fem!reader ⊹ warnings: consumption of alcohol ⊹ word count: 3331 ⊹ author’s note: I'm so excited to finally post this hehe. I know everyone has been so hype about this series and I'm proud to introduce to you the first chapter. any feedback is welcome. ♡

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౨ৎ this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ.

❝A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on.❞ ― John F. Kennedy

It’s a peculiarly warm day in New England despite traces of snow still blanketing the dead grass in Hyannis Port, Massachusetts. A blizzard had blown through the night you arrived, and the remains of the storm are now melting away with each passing moment. A veil of mist hangs in the air by the ocean, the mixture of freezing sea water and balmy air still trickling in from the middle Atlantic lingers. You’re watching the thin fog swirl around in the cool breeze as you stand in front of the formal living room window. The Kennedy Compound is just far enough from the beach that you can see it clearly from the front of the main house where you currently reside. And though a part of you longs to be outside after being cooped up for days due to that nasty winter storm, you’d rather not be bombarded with the still fairly bitter and salty air. Thin, long sleeves cover your arms as they cross over your chest despite the warmth of the fire in the den nearby. The house is still and silent. Everyone seems to be off doing their own thing after dinner wrapped up not long ago.

At 18 years old and beginning your secondary education journey, you never would have believed that you’d be where you are a decade later. You’re now 28, working toward your dual-title doctorate in political science and history at Harvard University. You’re so close to finally graduating, and it’s almost bittersweet. You wish your parents were around to see it. You’re the first in your entire family to go to university, not to mention the first to go to Harvard. Going to such a pristine school is unheard of in your neighborhood. What’s more unheard of, is your privilege to closely study and research your chosen dissertation topic. You decided you would research the life and ongoing legacy of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, the 35th President of the United States.

Except for the amount of data and information you need, you have to interview and research extensively. Which means having to eventually meet the man himself. 18-year-old you also would never believe that you would meet the President and shake his hand. Or even get to know him past the facade he puts on for the world. But it doesn’t stop there. Due to the difficulty of getting ahold of John F. Kennedy after his passing of the Civil Rights Act of 1963 and the Interracial Marriage Act, a decision was ultimately made. The chaos of Capitol Hill and the citizens of the United States pushed John F. Kennedy to leave for the holidays much sooner than usual. After getting to know you well enough over a few months, the decision was made that John F. Kennedy would invite you to stay with him and his family in Hyannis Port. Just for a few weeks, through Christmas and New Year. It isn’t like you had anything else to do or anyone to spend it with. Besides, this will be your chance to get exclusive information about the man and his family for your dissertation.

So here you are in the Kennedy family home. In the last week you’ve been here, you’ve gotten to know Jack and his family quite well. You had insisted on remaining professional and calling Jack by his real name, but he refused that. “All my friends call me Jack.”

You’ve gotten the inside scoop on Jack’s childhood and his chronic illness that has carried into adulthood. The military history in the family has also been spilled to you, and not a single detail has fallen on deaf ears. You’ve filled two notebooks already. When you aren’t scribbling down everything, you’re nose-deep in a book Jack has written. Currently, you’re reading Profiles in Courage and have found it quite interesting. You decide you’ve done enough staring out the window and that you’d join Bobby and Ted outside at the bonfire. Once you’re outside, they’re heading back indoors. But they offer to leave the fire going for you. Graciously, you accept their offer and take a seat by the warm flames, opening up Profiles in Courage.

You’re blissfully unaware of how much time has passed, your eyes eagerly scanning each word in each line as if they’d disappear any moment. You almost don’t notice the sound of snow crunching underneath someone’s approaching feet.

“Sorry to bother you, but Jack is asking for you inside.”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of a man’s voice that you don’t recognize. You peer over your book at him and gauge that he must be safe, even if you don’t know who he is, considering the house is crawling with security.

“Alright, then,” you nod, putting your book down before standing up, stretching, and brushing yourself off.

You look closer at the man before you as the orange flicker of the fire basks him in an angelic glow. His hair is a mess of stark blonde curls, and he’s in a white button-up, the sleeves rolled up his forearms.

“And who might you be, exactly?” you ask, tilting your head slightly in confusion.

“Excuse my lack of introduction. My name is Coriolanus Snow. Jack’s best friend.”

You quirk an eyebrow, exhaling a laugh, “But Lem is Jack’s best friend.”

The blonde man chuckles, taking a step closer to you, “Well, maybe there’s a lot about Jack you don’t know about just yet.”

You narrow your eyes at this Coriolanus Snow, not caring that your shoulder collides with him as you swerve around his tall figure. You walk briskly back to the main house, wondering how this mystery man has yet to be brought up. When you enter the front door, Jackie is holding John Jr. in the foyer.

“I was just looking for you, dear,” she says, “Jack is asking for you.”

“So I’ve heard,” you raise your eyebrows at Jackie, and John Jr. reaches for you. You poke the boy on the tip of his nose.

Jackie gives you a confused look, but you’re quick to explain, “Some man outside said that Jack was. He isn’t Secret Service.”

Realization crosses her soft features, “Ah, Coriolanus, I’m guessing?”

“You’d be correct.”

“He’s a long-time friend of Jack’s from Harvard. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him. His father was a New York senator for years.”

“Can’t say I’m too familiar with the Snows,” you purse your lips together, “But if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go see what Jack needs me for.”

Jackie lifts John Jr.’s hand to wave goodbye to you, and you give him a big smile, waving back. You walk through the den to the staircase, trodding up the stairs until you reach the landing. The office is immediately to your right, and when you approach the door, you knock. When you do, the slightly ajar door opens wide enough to see Jack laughing and conversing with someone in the room.

“I don’t mean to interrupt-“ you begin as you step inside the office, but you still yourself quickly.

Your eyes meet Coriolanus Snow’s steely blue ones as he leans against Jack’s desk, his forearms bearing his weight. His head is turned to you, his face appearing as if he were shocked by your arrival.

You clear your throat, fixing your gaze back onto your original point of interest, “But I was told you were requesting my presence?”

“Yes, I was,” Jack smiles at you from his spot in his desk chair, “I’d like you to meet Coriolanus Snow, a great friend and colleague of mine. We attended Harvard way back when.”

Coriolanus stands up, straightening himself out. You notice he has an air about him that oozes confidence and prestige. His presence and towering height would seem intimidating to some upon the first meeting. Not to you, however. With your life focus being on politics, you’re quite desensitized from men and their faux personas.

“Nice to meet you,” you bite back a remark about already meeting Jack’s friend and stick out a hand, face blank and expressionless, “I currently attend Harvard myself.”

“Coriolanus, this is the bright Ph.D. student I was telling you about. She will be here until the New Year,” Jack says, a prideful grin on his face as he motions to you, “Be nice to her, she’s known to hold her ground.”

“I can tell,” Coriolanus gives Jack a close-lipped smile, his eyes averting to you.

You stand by Jack almost protectively, unsure of how to feel about the blonde man before you. The fact he managed to beat you inside and upstairs when you left him outside first made you wonder. Coriolanus’s physique in itself is alluring and piques your interest. He also seems quick-witted and the type to be a few steps ahead of everyone. It’s not hard to gauge this just from a few exchanged words. You’ve been studying and shadowing long enough to know who you’re interacting with. You study political science, for crying out loud. You know a born and bred power-hungry man when you see one. But at the end of the day, they’re just flesh and blood like those outside of the game. That’s the historian part of you trying not to judge Coriolanus so hard. You don’t know all the facts yet. If Jack is friends with him, he may not be so bad, despite the dark vibe he gives off. But you want to figure out why he appears so stiff.

“Coriolanus will be staying with us until New Year,” Jack turns to you, patting your back as he notices your shift in mood, “You don’t mind some extra company, do ya?”

“Not at all,” you smile sweetly at your mentor before turning to Coriolanus, “Besides, there’s still a lot about you that I don’t know about just yet. And I’d love to hear all about it.”

Jack hums in agreement. Coriolanus raises his eyebrows at you, and you raise yours back. He clears his throat, standing up slightly straighter than previously.

“I can always pour us some wine, and we can discuss some lighthearted details before turning in,” Coriolanus offers you, “If that’s okay with you, of course.”

“That sounds lovely. If you gentlemen will excuse me, I must grab my belongings from outside, and then I’ll be available in the den, Coriolanus.”

Jack and Coriolanus watch as you leave the room, closing the door behind you. Jack feels fairly content and is proud of his esteemed shadow getting along with his best friend. Or, appearing to be, anyway. Coriolanus is silent and remains neutral in his facial expression. He carefully turns the idea of you over and over in his head. There’s something to your character that intrigues him. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t figure it out.

When Jack and Coriolanus wrap up their conversation, you’re getting settled in the den. You’re curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace, continuing your book from earlier. You circle a sentence that catches your attention, gnawing on the tip of the pen as you think of what Jack could have meant by this specific statement. You’re ripped from your thoughts when a hand delicately holds a glass of blood-red wine in front of you.

You abruptly close your book, taking the glass of wine, “Thank you.”

You don’t look at Coriolanus as he sits down, and he does so quietly without breaking his eyes from you. He keeps his focus on you as he sips his wine, and you can feel him do so as you stare into the flames in front of the couch.

“So,” Coriolanus clears his throat, “How long have you known Jack?”

You pause, taking your time to swallow your wine before glancing over to Coriolanus with little to no expression. You flash him a closed-lip smile before setting your glass down on the table, “Don’t ask questions you already know the answers to.”

Coriolanus is taken aback, not showing it other than his raised brows before responding, “I see. And what makes you think I already know the answer to that?”

“Despite what society may think, a woman isn’t as daft as she appears to be. Given a man in her presence is smart enough to know that she isn’t, anyway,” you stare at him, unblinking, “No offense Senator Snow, but I know you’re a man of Harvard. And you know I’m a woman of Harvard, so let’s cut the chit-chat.”

Coriolanus slides his tongue across his teeth underneath his closed mouth before chuckling smartly, “I can see why Jack chose you. And you’re right, I did know the answer. But not every source is reliable.”

You lean down to retrieve your drink, “And why would Jack be an unreliable source?”

Coriolanus shrugs, “Well, as I’m sure you know, Jack knows his way around the ladies.”

“Am I supposed to be offended by this common knowledge, Mister Snow?” you swirl your wine around in the glass, peering up at him warningly.

“Of course not,” he furrows his brows, shaking his head in light disgust, “But you’re not unattractive by any means, miss.”

You scoff, “I’m very well aware. But your suggestion that I would entertain a superior I’m studying for one thing is pretty crass.”

Coriolanus waves a dismissive hand, “You know how Jack is-”

“Yes, I do,” you say sternly, “However, I’d never involve myself in nonsense.”

“And why is that?”

You tilt your head at the man, laughing in awe at his brazenness, “For starters, he has a loving and caring wife. Someone I rather respect and admire, actually.”

Coriolanus nods, sipping his wine without a word. It’s not the only reason, of course. But it takes anyone with common sense to know why you wouldn’t so much as poke Jack with a ten-foot stick. Yet you still decide to take this friend of Jack’s by surprise.

“And besides,” you shrug, “I prefer blondes,” you say plainly, throwing back the remainder of your wine as Coriolanus fights to keep his jaw from dropping.

“Now,” you lean against your knee that’s crossed over your other leg, holding your empty glass out to Coriolanus, “I’m studying the man and have studied him for years already. So, how about you tell me something I don’t know, hm?”

It takes a little while for Coriolanus to warm up to your snarky attitude, given he is the reason you have one. But you also take some time to soften up yourself. You aren’t always so bitey- not unless deeply provoked. And all that Coriolanus Snow has done is provoke you as long as you’ve known him, which has only been a few hours. But the more the two of you talk and drink, the more you both begin to unravel. It takes about three glasses of vintage wine to make Coriolanus crack a genuine smile for the first time in front of you. Which, by all means, was not normal for him, especially around someone he just met. More so around a woman in general. However, just as you know there’s something to Coriolanus, he knows there’s something to you as well. And he has barely even scratched the surface.

“One night during his campaign, he had a little too much to drink at a dinner, and his accent was so thick I had to translate,” Coriolanus says, his chin resting in his hand. His arm is propped on the arm of the couch that you are perched on where he now also sits. Coriolanus is far enough from you to be civil but close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from him. For someone with such a cold demeanor, he could put the fireplace to shame.

You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh, “That’s actually quite funny, considering how thick it is in general. I can’t imagine how it must sound while he’s a few sheets to the wind.”

“Exactly,” Coriolanus lifts his finger from his glass to point at you, “But in actuality, it was a test.”

You look at him confused as you pour a fourth glass for yourself, “How so?”

“Jack wanted to make sure I knew what to say to voters and donors,” Coriolanus says, finishing his wine.

You offer to pour him more, to which he accepts, “Why would that matter?”

“He knew I was planning to run this year.”

You set the bottle of wine down, “To run?” you repeat, openly laughing now, “For what? Cabinet?”

“No. President.”

The burn of alcohol shoots pitifully through your sinuses, nearly exiting your nose as you struggle to cover your obvious laugh. You sniff harshly, covering your mouth and nose with the back of your hand as you swallow the remainder of the wine, recovering the best you can before answering.

“Normally, I’d believe a senator who says that, but before today I had no idea who you were, Coriolanus,” you look at him incredulously, “The election is eleven months away now. You need to, and pardon me when I say this, light a fire under your ass.”

Now it’s Coriolanus’s turn to laugh, “Shocking you’ve never heard of me, considering you’re a political science guru.”

“Shocking that I’ve never heard of you, considering you’re a senator of the United States of America under John F. Kennedy and running for the thirty-sixth President of the United States,” you bark in response, your initial disliking of this man rising back to the surface.

Coriolanus’s jaw jerks to the side before he looks down in his lap, nodding to himself, “No, you’re right. I do need to light a fire under my ass.”

You shrug, finishing your wine and not bothering for another glass.

“How about since you made me realize this, you can help me out.”

You set the empty glass on the table before sinking back into the couch, crossing your arms as you look straight at Coriolanus, “Help you out with what, exactly?”

“My campaign,” Coriolanus says.

“You’re terribly hilarious, you know. I have too much to worry about right now to help a grown man who should already have a plan if he truly wanted to win the election.”

Coriolanus goes to defend himself, but you interrupt, “Before you give me some sort of excuse, yes, I know you’re a grown man. Yes, I do have too much to worry about. I’m literally writing a book about a man and his entire life. Yes, you most definitely should already have a plan by now if you want to win.”

Coriolanus just stares at you, unsure of what to say, but again you give your two cents, “And yes, as much as I probably shouldn’t, I will help you. But you will owe me big time. Got it?”

It takes a moment for Coriolanus to realize you’ve agreed to help out, but when he does, there’s a slight glow of gratitude in his eyes, “Thank you. I know I’m seriously behind, but I know I can do this. Especially if someone as well-endowed as you is helping me.”

“Yeah, well, I’m well-endowed in more ways than one, but politics is just the icing on the cake, sweetheart. So, let’s continue this tomorrow before I fall asleep here.”

Standing up from the couch after numerous glasses of wine has proven tricky. Your head swims, and you sway slightly from side to side. Coriolanus has to rest a gentle hand on the small of your back in order for you to steady yourself. You glance at him, letting your eyes linger in silent thanks, before collecting yourself and walking out of the den into the hallway. After putting your book and notes away, you strip your clothing and curl up under the soft duvet on your bed. Hopefully, your craving for political experience and curiosity in your interest won’t land you into trouble with Coriolanus Snow. But you’re eager to find out.

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esmedelacroix · 3 months

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3 days til' Christmas

in which husband!miguel o'hara helps you through abdominal pains in your pregnancy⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

4 days til' christmas ← previous part

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When they first started you panicked a bit. After having a phone call with your doctor you were able to calm down. That morning you had woken up with the usual vomiting but you also had cramps and you were spotting.

Your doctor reassured you, letting you know that it was completely normal to be spotting during pregnancy and there was nothing to worry about.

'If anything abnormal happens, you should definitely come to the hospital though,' Miguel thought it was your period finally coming back. You were glad you shook him off your tail because he was starting to suspect something was wrong.

That relief didn't help that it felt like something was stabbing you in the abdomen. The fact that you felt that pain while you were growing a human in there made you even more upset.

Miguel was in the kitchen making you some tea and getting you Advil to have with your water. You curled up in a fetal position, teeth digging into your plump bottom lip, fighting away the tears that stung your eyes.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop your tears from spilling. Just then Miguel walked in with your medicine, tea, and something for you to eat. "Did I keep you waiting?" Miguel asked as he sat next to you and helped you sit up against your bed frame.

He wiped your tears as he watched you take your medicine and slowly drink the tea he had prepared. Miguel always hated to see you in such pain during your period. He didn't like it when you cried. He didn't want you to feel distressed ever.

So he did what he could and he ran his hands through your hair in the way you liked. Your head was nuzzled into his chest, his heartbeat helping slow down your thoughts. Miguel was your safe space. He was your shelter from the storm of all your spiraling emotions.

"I love you," you mumbled into him.

"I love you more," he answered, planting a kiss on your temple. If his furnace of a body wasn't warming you up, the blood rushing to your cheeks from how soft and gentle Miguel was with you.

The two of you agreed on having yet another lazy day together. It broke Miguel's heart when you winced in pain occasionally holding onto him tighter when you felt sudden shocks of pain.

He couldn't do anything but rub your back and caress your stomach until it was time for your next dose and you could feel better again.

He knew that a lot of the time when you were experiencing cramps you played music or did something to distract yourself so he decided to put on one of your favorite comfort shows.

He didn't understand your deep emotional connection to a one-season animated show with only 10 episodes until he watched it with you and understood. Not only was the plot amazing, and the show hilarious, but it was also action-packed.

It also satisfied his urge to constantly match-make and gossip about things that are just not his business. You hated to enable this side of him but it was so silly to see him geek about things.

You enjoyed seeing Miguel talk about things that he was passionate about. It made his eyes light up in ways they never had before you truly got to know him. He loved when you asked him questions about his job and the specific sciences he studied all the time. He loved to teach you about the things that interested him so much that he dedicated his life to discovering different multiverses.

Most of all you loved it when Miguel came home to you. because every time he left to run the Spider Society there was a chance he wouldn't come back. You hated to see him all tattered up from a fight. But you loved to help him clean up. You loved being gentle with him when he was being treated the opposite way the whole day. You loved making him feel safe and the relieved look on his face the moment he saw you.

There was not a single period when you felt like you would be able to make it past the cramping stage until now. The overwhelming feeling of love and affection for Miguel overpowered the feelings of lain. Miguel was the father of your child and you couldn't have wanted anyone else to be that.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve Eve and Miguel is taking me out on a date. Just have to get through two more days, then I can surprise him. You thought to yourself as you snuggled into Miguel and allowed his own snores to carry you to slumberland.

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next part → 2 days til' Christmas

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Taking A Sick Day || Whumptober Day 18 - J. Seresin

whumptober masterlist

synopsis: what you thought was just a stomach bug, turned into you having to make the biggest decision of your life and putting you and Jake's relationship to the test

word count: 5.3k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: vomiting

warnings: medical abortion, abortion pills, pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of missed menstrual cycles, grief, mentions of teenage pregnancy, pro-life protestors, cursing, vomiting.

note: all humans deserve the right to choose what they want to do with their own bodies, whether you support abortions or not. any kind hate of any kind while not be accepted. this is a safe space.

“You look like hell ran you over,” You groaned and lifted your head, looking at the person invading the bathroom you were currently occupying. Jake’s annoyingly perfect self stood in the doorway, his head tilted slightly in confusion as he took notice of your pale face and the sheen of sweat on your forehead.

“Go away,” You waved your hand.

Jake chuckled and sauntered into the bathroom, that megawatt smile on his face as he fixed his hair in the mirror. How someone could look so good at 8 AM while you were fighting for your life, you weren’t sure. Another wave of nausea hit you as Jake sprayed the smallest bit of cologne on his body. You groaned, dry heaving into the toilet bowl, Jake looking at you with concern.

“You okay, Ace?” He asked, using your nickname that you’ve had since you were a kid.

You grew up with the infamous Jake Seresin. Why he chose you of all people to be friends with, was beyond your knowledge. Your parents didn’t run in the same social circles. Jake was all athlete while you were all books. But, your bond was tight. The two of you grew up thick as thieves, following each other to the University of Texas. While Jake decided that he was going to study political science and join the NROTC, you decided to go with biology, following your goal to become a doctor.

Your relationship with Jake had slowly evolved the older you got. You went from making mud pies in the backyard to those awkward middle school dances, to the relationship you have now. You weren’t exclusive, he wasn’t your boyfriend and you weren’t his girlfriend. But you were his and he was yours.

Jake got down on his haunches next to you, as you closed your eyes, hoping that the rising bile in your stomach would subside. He pressed the back of his hand to your head and frowned.

“You don’t feel hot,” Jake mumbled, “Maybe you’ve got a stomach bug? Food poisoning?” You just shrugged gently laying down on the bathroom floor, curling up into a ball, “Is it your cramps making you sick, again? You’ve been upchucking every day this week and according to the calendar on the-”

You sat up quickly, your eyes wide as you looked at Jake. Nothing needed to be said, Jake could read the panic on your face as you looked at him. You ran your hands through your hair, looking down at the floor as you tried to recount the last time you got intimate with Jake.

“Are you. . . Do you think. . . that you. . .” Jake gestured toward your stomach, “Maybe the condom broke?”

Your eyes snapped towards him, “You didn’t check it?”

Jake felt his heart pounding in his ears, “I did, but maybe there was a small tear, I-I don’t know,” He crawled a bit closer to you, “Tell me what you need me to do.”

You told Jake exactly what you needed from him, and he left without hesitation to go get pregnancy tests. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you paced the small floor of your shared apartment with Jake. This couldn’t be happening. Not to you. Not now. Not when you haven’t even gotten secured on your feet. Not when you weren’t settled down in the life that you wanted. Not when you didn’t know if you and Jake would last past college.

Your parents had always wanted better for you. Your mother was a young mom at the age of 19. She had dropped out of college to raise you, while your dad started working at the local steel mill. You didn’t have an extravagant life. You lived within the means of your parents’ income. You had the things you needed, even though sometimes they were hand-me-downs, or bought second-hand. There wasn’t money to do extra things, like trips to Disney World, or to go on shopping trips to the mall. You had to decide if you wanted to do dance or softball, not getting to do both like the other girls in your class. Sending you off to college had been the biggest victory in their lives. And you weren’t about to let them down.

Jake had returned to the apartment to find you sitting on the couch, a stoic look on your face. He knew that you had a plan for your life. It was one of the things he loved about you. You knew what you wanted to do with your future, and you were going to achieve those goals. He set the bag from Walgreens on the counter and sat down silently next to you on the couch. He didn’t touch you, put a comforting hand on your thigh, or around your shoulders. He knew you well enough that you would just shrug it off. Instead, he sat silently next to you, letting you have the floor to talk.

“I can’t have a baby,” You said, “I can’t have a baby, not now. Not when I’m not financially stable or have a house that doesn’t have chipping paint and a power panel that doesn’t allow you to run the AC and the microwave at the same time.”

Jake nodded his head, “I agree with that one. I don’t think either one of us is ready. But if financials is what scares you, you know that I-”

“No,” You shook your head and looked at him, “I know that you will take care of me and this. . . baby,” You swallowed thickly, “But I don’t want that. I want to be able to equally provide for my family. I want to feel stable myself, and I just don’t feel like I am. Not right now.”

Jake nodded again, understanding your words. You were painfully independent, and there were times when Jake just wanted to wrap you up and take care of you.

“What do you want to do?” Jake asked.

You gulped, finally turning to face him, tears in your eyes, “I think the best thing for me. . . is to get an abortion,” Your voice cracked. Jake grabbed your hand, holding it tightly as you cried, “I-I want a baby, and I want a family. . . but I can’t right now.”

“I know,” Jake said, softly. You sucked in a breath as you tried to breathe through your sobs. He moved you closer to him, rubbing your back as you hiccuped “Let’s take this one step at a time, okay? First thing, is we need to know if you are pregnant, alright? And then we can go from there.”

You nodded your head, and Jake got up from the couch, grabbing the bag from the counter. He held out the box of pregnancy tests and a bottle of water. You stood wordlessly, grabbing both the items from his hand, and staring at them.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Jake asked.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think I’m capable of pissing on plastic sticks.”

Jake chuckled a bit at your words. He gently grabbed your face in both of his hands and pressed a kiss to your hairline, “We’ll figure this out. Just need to know where we are before we start making a plan.”

You nodded and looked up at him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before turning and heading into the bathroom. Once the door was shut, Jake released a deep sigh, running a hand through his blonde hair.

Those five minutes were the longest five minutes of your life. Once you had finished in the bathroom, setting the three sticks on the counter, you went back out to the living room. Jake had tidied up the apartment a bit, cleaning up the dirty dishes that had been in the sink for who knows how long. As you looked around the apartment, it became more clear to you that you couldn’t raise a baby like this. You had a collection of empty liquor bottles on top of the cabinets, you basically lived off of pizza rolls and mac’n’cheese, and you used paper plates more than actual plates because it was easier. You could hardly take care of yourself, there was no way you could take care of another human.

“Hey,” Jake said, noticing you standing in the middle of the living room, “We wait now?”

You swallowed, “We wait now.” You sat down on the couch and Jake brought over a plate with two pieces of buttered toast.

“Thought you might be hungry,” Jake offered, “It’s easy on the stomach.”

You smiled at him, taking the plate from his hands. Jake sat down next to you, grabbed the television remote, and turned it on. It felt so normal, sitting next to Jake as he searched through the very limited amount of channels that the cheapest cable package could get you. It wasn’t like you were waiting for three sticks in the bathroom to determine your fate.

Jake settled on a rerun of Jeporady, as the two of you silently watched it, waiting for the timer to go off. Once it did, Jake stood up first.

“Do you want me to-”

“I got it,” You said and handed him the plate with the half-eaten piece of toast.

Jake followed you as you walked down the hall towards the bathroom. He lingered in the hallway, watching as you took a deep breath before grabbing the first stick. You paused for a moment, your face expressionless, and Jake thought for a split second that this had been a false alarm. But then your shoulders fell and tears ran down your cheeks as a sob left your mouth. He didn’t even wait for you to turn over the other two, as he barged into the bathroom and pulled you into a tight hug.

“Jake. . . I. . . I-”

“I know,” Jake whispered, cradling the back of your head and running a hand down your back.

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“The closest center is in Kansas,” Jake said, looking over his shoulder at you. It had been a couple of hours since you found out that you were pregnant. The shock had worn off and now all you felt was grief. Jake had put you in bed, tucking you in tightly with all your blankets as he started the search for the closest women’s clinic that also offered abortions since Texas had completely banned them.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes, “Eight hours away?”

Jake nodded his head, “Yeah. It’s illegal here and in Oklahoma. We can get you into a clinic here, but they don’t offer-”

You huffed, “Fucking lawmakers. Why do men get a say in what I do with my fucking body?”

Jake shrugged, “I don’t know. It’s fucked, I agree.”

You stared at the ceiling. Your mind kept flip-flopping back and forth as Jake tried to find a place for you to be seen. It made you wonder if you were making the right choice. All this hassle to find a clinic, when you could just be seen in Texas, carry a baby, and give the baby up. Then you started thinking about adoption, there were both pros and cons to it. You would be giving a baby to a family who couldn’t have their own, but finding a good family was hard. But then you started to think about yourself, could you really give up a baby that you had grown for nine months? That you had bonded to? And what if you didn’t find the right family? What if they did something to hurt the baby you had grown and delivered?

You sat up in bed, letting out a frustrated sound. You didn’t know you could cry this much as you pulled on the roots of your hair.

Jake closed his laptop and leaned over to you, “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking,” You sniffled, “I’m thinking that this decision is the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. People really think that women just. . . do this with no remorse? I know what I’m doing. I know that this fetus is growing and multiplying by the second. I study biology, I’m well aware of what’s going on inside of my own body.”

“But,” Jake said, anticipating the conjunction.

“I can’t do it,” You sobbed, “I can not be the one who grows a baby and gives that baby up. I just can’t. I know if I wait even a week longer, I will not be able to make that choice. I need to do it now.”

Jake nodded his head and squeezed your hand, “Whatever you want to do, I am here for you. If you want to go to Kansas, then I’ll drive with you to Kansas. If you want to have the baby, I’ll be here to help you.”

You gave Jake a watery smile as you squeezed his hand back, “I love you, Jake. And I want to be with you forever and maybe someday, when things are right, have your kids. But I can’t do that right now.”

“I know,” Jake gave you a small smile back, “And there’s no one else on this planet I want babies with. . . when the time is right,” He cradled the back of your head as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “I’ll schedule the appointment in Kansas. You just get some rest, I’ll handle it all.”

And true to his word, Jake did handle it all. He worked out all the details, scheduling your appointment at a women’s clinic right over the border in Kansas and booking a hotel room. He helped you pack a bag with a few pairs of clothes in it, knowing that you would have to stay for at least a day, maybe even two. Jake drove the whole way there, as you stared out the window at the changing landscape. You were silent the whole eight-hour drive, imagining how different your life would look if you didn’t make this choice.

You loved your parents, but you didn’t want to end up like them. Your mom had always dreamed of becoming a doctor, having studied biology for a year before she got pregnant with you. You had always carried some guilt and burden that your mother couldn’t have finished her dream. You wanted to reach your dream, the dream that you shared with your mother before you had children.

You and Jake stayed in a hotel overnight, your appointment bright and early the next day. Jake wanted you to at least have a day to somewhat relax before you had to go in. After eating way too much Taco Bell and taking a hot shower together, you and Jake curled up in the same queen bed. He held you tightly, absent-mindedly drawing shapes up and down your bare spine, hoping to lull you to sleep. But your mind was way too active to let you close your eyes and get a good night’s sleep.

The morning rolled around quicker than you wanted it to. You watched the sunrise as your cheek was pressed to Jake’s chest, listening to the soft patter of his heart. When Jake woke up, he laid out your clothes for you, leggings and one of his t-shirts, before ordering a light breakfast to hopefully calm your nerves. He held your hand in his as you walked out of the hotel and to his truck. He continued to hold your hand the whole silent drive to the clinic, while you stared out the window.

Jake put the truck in park, parking in a small lot next to a brick building, “I will go check you in,” Jake said, breaking the silence. You turned your head to look at him, his green eyes filled with sorrow, “There are protestors. . .”

You looked back toward the front of the building and noticed the small group of people standing on the sidewalk in front of the building. Some of them held grotesque signs, while others held Bibles and seemed to be preaching. You also noticed the group of people who were wearing bright orange colored vests and holding umbrellas, who seemed to be dancing and smiling along to music.

“Stay right here. I’ll be back.”

You nodded your head, and Jake got out of the truck. You watched as he kept his head down, walking right past the protestors who were trying to reach out to him, paying them no mind. You turned your head back to the front, fiddling with your fingers as you waited for Jake to return back to the truck. It never occurred to you how frightening it could be, to wait like a sitting duck for your partner to come back and get you. But Jake wasn’t gone long, and when he returned, there was a woman wearing a bright orange vest that read “patient escort” and a large man next to her.

You unlocked the door as Jake approached, letting him open it for you. He gave you that smile that you loved so much, but you wished it would calm your nerves.

“Y/N?” the woman asked, and you nodded your head, “Hi, I’m Steph, I’m a patient escort. And this,” She pointed to the other man. He looked like he could’ve been a defensive football player in another life, “Is RJ, our security guard. Are you ready to go in?”

Your eyes glanced over to the protestors and then to Jake. Silently, you nodded your head and held your hand out to Jake. He took it without hesitation and held it close to his body, helping you out of the truck.

“Wait,” Jake paused, and reached into the back of the truck. He dug through his duffle bag before grabbing a hoodie, “Put this on. I don’t want them to even see your face.” You slid the oversized sweatshirt on, that smelled of sandalwood and honey. Jake pulled the hood up, concealing your identity the best he could, and then pulled you into his body.

“Ready?” Steph asked, and you both nodded. She undid her umbrella and gestured to RJ to lead the way to the front doors.

You tried your best to block out the sound of the protestors, but you couldn’t help it. They were so loud, louder than the words of the supportive clinic escorts, louder than the sweet nothing that Jake spoke to you, louder than the own voice in your head.

“You’re killing your baby!”

“Be the man! Don’t let her do this!”

“God will send you to hell!”

“This is murder!”

“Ignore them,” Steph said to you, as she punched in the code to the front door of the clinic, “They have nothing better to do than batter women who walk through our front doors,” She scoffed and shook her head, “Most of them don’t even come here for abortions. They come here for other reasons. It’s sickening, honestly.” You nodded your head, as the door buzzed open, “This is where I leave you. You’ll check in at the front and they will take it from there.”

Her smile was warm, which surprised you. You silently nodded your head, while Jake thanked them, before leading you inside the clinic. You were thankful that Jake took care of checking you in and the paperwork, as you zoned out, staring at a spot on the ground. How people could shout at women and call them heartless, while your heart was in shambles over this decision. This was the hardest choice of your life, and the protestors were acting like it was as easy as deciding what to eat for dinner.

Jake must’ve sensed your unease, as he looked over at you, “You okay?”

You nodded your head, “Feeling nauseous.”

“Do you need me to get you anything?” You shook your head, giving Jake a small smile. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek before going back to filling out the forms.

It didn’t take long for you to be called back to an exam room, Jake keeping close behind you like a strong wall. It gave you comfort, having the feel of his body on your back.

“My name is Margo, I’ll be your nurse,” A woman with bleach blonde hair said, smiling warmly at you, “Here is a gown that I want you to change into,” She handed you a dark blue examination gown and a blanket, “For privacy. I’ll step out and press that button when you’re ready for me to come in and take vitals.”

You nodded your head, and Margo left you to get dressed. You normally weren’t nervous to strip down in front of Jake, but this felt more intimate than usual. Nervously, you bit your lip and looked at him, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Do you want me to-” Jake gestured towards the door.

“No,” You shook your head, “But can you like. . . cover your eyes.”

Jake couldn’t help but chuckle as he placed his hands over his eyes, “It’s not like I haven’t seen your tits before, Ace. Oof!” Jake exclaimed as you threw your t-shirt at your head. You were thankful for his humor, breaking some of the tension a little bit. When you were ready, Jake pressed the button on the wall and then helped you settle back on the exam table, draping the blanket over your lower half.

Margo knocked on the door before sticking her head in, “Ready?” She asked and you simply nodded.

She took all your vitals, asking you some questions about your health along the way. She then took a vial of blood, before leaving you and Jake alone in the room again, while you waited for the doctor. Jake sat down in the chair next to the bed and gently grabbed your hand in both of his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“Thank you,” You said, looking up at him.

“For what?” Jake furrowed his eyebrows.

“For coming with me.”

Jake huffed and placed another kiss on your knuckles, “There was no way in hell I was going to let you do this alone. I was there that night, I’m part of the reason why you’re in this situation. I’m not going to let you do this alone.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, and you cursed the damn hormones cursing through your body. Jake gently placed a kiss on your lips, as there was another knock on the door. This time a woman in a white lab coat stuck her head in, followed by Margo.

“Can I come in?” She asked softly and you nodded, sitting up on the exam table a bit more, “I’m Doctor Johnston. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too,” You said softly, “This is Jake, my. . .” You looked over at him, trying to decide what you should call him.

“Her friend,” Jake answered.

Doctor Johnston nodded, “Friends are good. We all need friends,” You gave her a grateful smile as she sat down on a stool next to you, “We got your blood test and urinalysis back, and you are in fact pregnant. We are going to do a pelvic ultrasound, so we can determine the size of the fetus.”

You swallowed and nodded your head, “Okay.”

Doctor Johnston gave you a tight-lipped smile as she stood up from her stool and grabbed some gloves, “I’m going to have you put your feet in the stirrups and slide all the way to the end. I will tell you everything I am doing and at any time you want me to stop, you tell me to stop. Alright?”

“Yes,” You nodded and did as she directed you to do. You held your breath staring at the ceiling. Jake squeezed your hand, giving you the silent boost of confidence you needed.

True to her word, Doctor Johnston walked you through the entire procedure. She had a calming voice and persona. You probably weren’t the first young woman in this situation she’s seen, and she certainly made you feel calmer than you were when you walked in.

“You’re measuring at about six weeks,” Doctor Johnston said to you, “Do you want to see-”

“No,” You shook your head. But then you looked over at Jake, wondering if maybe he had a different opinion.

“I don’t want to see either,” Jake shook his head, voice thick with emotion.

Doctor Johnston nodded, “I have to keep a copy of the ultrasound for our records and charts, but I completely respect your decision.” She gently pulled the transducer away from your body, setting it down in its place, “I will give you a chance to change back into your clothing and then we will talk in my office about everything. Any questions until then?”

You looked over at Jake, his green eyes locked on yours. He gave you a small smile and squeezed your hand again, before turning to look at the doctor, “No questions right now.”

Doctor Johnston looked between the two of you and nodded, leaving you to get dressed. Once you got dressed, Margo led the two of you down to Doctor Johnston’s office. The woman gave you a shy smile as you sat down in front of her, Jake still holding your hand. She laid out a couple of sheets of paper in front of the two of you.

“There are several different options for you here,” Doctor Johnston said, gesturing to the info sheets, “You are currently six weeks in gestation.”

You licked your lips, looking down at your feet, “I would like an abortion.”

It was silent for a moment as Doctor Johnston looked between the two of you, before speaking, “There are two different types of abortions we offer. We have the pill, which will induce a miscarriage. We will give you the first one and then you take the second one at home. It’s a more private way to do things. Or, we can do a D & C here in the office.”

You never thought of your different ways of doing this. You looked over at Jake, and he squeezed your hand, letting you know that he would be here for whatever you decide.

“I’ll. . . I’ll take the pill,” Your voice cracked, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to-”

“It’s okay,” Doctor Johnston said, handing you the tissue box, “No decision that has been made in this chair has been an easy one. And I’ve had hundreds of women in my office, all deciding different things for themselves. Every single one has been a hard, thought-out choice. You can cry, I’m not judging you. You can make jokes, and I still won’t judge you. Humans deal with this in their own way.”

You grabbed a tissue and dabbed at the tears on your lashes, “Thank you. I really needed to hear that.”

“You’re welcome,” Doctor Johnston said earnestly, “I am going to write the script right now for mifeprex. If you have any questions and I mean any at all, please do not hesitate to call me.” She slid you a card with her name and number on it. You both thanked Doctor Johnston as she left the office.

Margo came in not long after Doctor Johnston had left with two cups and a box in her hand. “The first pill you will take here in the office,” She handed you the two cups, one with a white pill and the other with water, “The second one will be taken between 6 to 48 hours after the first one. You will feel cramps, like a period, they may feel more intense and painful than normal. If it gets to a point where it is unbearable, please give us a call. The pills will make this pass like a miscarriage.”

You stared down at the white pill, knowing that this was going to change the course of your future forever. Jake’s eyes were on you as you rolled your lips together. You couldn’t help but think maybe this wasn’t the right choice. It wasn’t too late for you to change your mind. Maybe just maybe you could do this. But then, you thought about your future, and the things you wanted to accomplish.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, before tipping the cup back and taking the pill. You swallowed it down with the water and set both cups down on the desk.

“You guys are good to go,” Margo said, giving you a sad smile, “If you need anything please let us know. Take care.”

You looked up from the ground at Jake, your eyes red with tears. His eyes were the same, holding sadness in them.

“Let’s go home,” Jake suggested and you nodded. You stood up, taking his hand as he led you out of the room. He never let your hand go as he drove back to the hotel.

Jake left you alone for a little bit, going to get some things from the local Walgreens to help you through it. You were thankful that he had left you alone for some time. Yes, you were happy he was by your side, but you needed some time alone. You need some time to process things on your own. So, as you crouched down in the hotel shower, hugging your knees to your chest, you sobbed. The dam had broken and the ugly cries fell from your lips as the day’s stress was washed down the drain.

You were out of the shower by the time Jake got back and was setting up what seemed to be a mini buffet of your favorite junk food.

“Wow. . . did you buy out the whole Walgreens?” You asked.

Jake smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck, “I didn’t know what you needed or wanted, so I just got your usuals plus some other stuff you pick up.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist, “Thank you,” You said pushing your face into his chest.

“No problem,” Jake said, kissing the top of your head, “How do you feel?”

“I’m having some cramps, and I started spotting,” You mumbled.

Jake nodded his head, “I picked up some pads and those period underwear things? I don’t know google said those might be good.”

“Oh, I would pay to see macho man Jake Seresin in the feminine product aisle.”

“Sweetheart, I will always go buy your pads and tampons and those diva cup things. Though, I am kinda confused how they-”

You placed your hand over his mouth, “Please stop talking about diva cups like. . . ever.” You giggled and Jake smiled at that precious sound. He was happy that you were cracking jokes, knowing the emotional toll today took.

“Let’s get into the junk food. I saw they got Disney Plus and there’s a horde of Halloween movies we haven’t started yet.”

You followed Jake’s lead, grabbing a bag of chips and mini Snickers, and crawling in next to him on the bed. He turned the TV on going straight to Disney Plus and clicking on the first Halloween movie that showed up.

The time got past you and Jake, as you sat cuddled up on the queen bed in the hotel room until the alarm went off. The two of you looked at each other, your eyes starting to well up, as Jake got off of the bed, and walked over to where the small box of pills was sitting. He took one out, and grabbed your water bottle. You sat up in bed, and took the small white pill from his hand, and swallowed it back with a gulp of water.

Jake looked at you, and gave you a sad smile, “You good?”

And you gave him a watery one back, “I will be.”

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Dr. Johnny Cage Headcanons

I know it’s not chapter two but I can’t stop thinking about it. In one of the voices lines pre-fight Johnny says “Please, I’ve got a PHD in quantum mechanics, bitch.” And I’m taking this and running with it. Also my asks are open if anyone wants to request anything! -A

Johnny Cage loves science. He is the biggest dork on the planet and he will just go on abt quantum mechanics if you want to listen to him.

I like to think that he originally got a degree in theater bc he’s an actor. That man is a killer thespian.

Once he started to get more famous he decided to go back to school to study quantum mechanics.

He definitely pulled all nighters to study. Especially during exams. During exam weeks he ran off caffeine.

You would try to help him but it’s no use. It’s crazy hard.

By the time he’s entering his doctorate program he’s got a set type of schedule and study flow.

He is IN THE ZONE when studying. Nothing can break his focus

Well maybe one thing.

He’s basically like top of his classes. He’s crazy smart and he knows it.

“Johnny come to beddd. You can pick back up tomorrow.” “Sorry babe give me one more hour and I’m all yours.”

Gets excited to graduate. Can’t wait to hang up his doctorate.

You start calling him doctor just around the house.

“Doctor cage.” “Not yet doll.”

When graduation day finally comes he looks like he’s abt to jump so high he could reach the moon.

“What do you wanna do to celebrate later Doctor?” “How abt a private party?”

You cheer so loud for him when he gets his name called.

“Johnathan Carlton” “woooo! That’s my man! Go baby!”

You guys know that video of Megan Thee Stallion graduating? Yeah it’s that same energy when his name is called.

He won’t admit it but he was nervous abt walking the stage and the reaction made him blush.

After the ceremony you guys share a warm embrace.

“I’m so proud of you baby.” “I’m proud of myself.”

You guys have that private party.

He starts using the doctor prefix. Talks abt it nonstop.

“I’m a doctor.” “Sir this is a Wendy’s.”

LOVES whenever he’s working on quantum mechanics stuff. Whenever he has time to at least.

All and all he’s so happy that he did it and proud of himself for sticking to it. And so are you.

#johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #johnny cage #headcanon #doctor Johnny cage

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libraryofgage · 3 months

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The Prince and the Metalhead (2)

Part of: Steve Deserves Good Parents, Actually

I know I just posted part one but I've got Thoughts for this AU that include: Steve's first birthday in Genovia and then his 16th, his conversation with his grandmother about attending public school in America for his senior year, and then we get into him attending Hawkins High and meeting Eddie!

So, yeah, plans lmao

Anyway, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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"You'll have a rotating course schedule. Mondays and Wednesdays will focus on math and social studies. Tuesdays and Thursdays will be science and literature. Friday will be Royalty lessons and the history of Genovia. We can also include an elective, if you'd like."

Steve blinks, staring at Sue for a moment before glancing at Jonathan and Robin. Jonathan is looking through a book of photography and Robin is idly scratching behind Dart’s ears. "Will we all have the same elective?" Steve asks.

"Not unless Jonathan and Robin want to join you," Sue says, looking at Steve expectantly. She's got a pen at the ready to write down what he says, and it suddenly feels like a lot of pressure.

Is there a wrong answer here? Is there an answer that gets him sent back to his parents? He looks down, biting the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes blood. Before he can lose himself in his thoughts, a cold and wet nose presses against his hand. Steve blinks, smiling at Dart and picking her up to hold close. "What kind of electives are there?" he asks.

Sue hums softly, flipping to another page on her clipboard. "Possible electives include art, music, theatrical performance, physical education, equestrian studies, botany, and foreign languages, to name a few."

"I'll be taking photography lessons," Jonathan says, looking up at Steve and gesturing to his book.

Robin nods and leans back on her palms. "I'll be doing the physical stuff. Like learning how to fight and practicing ballet to improve my balance," she says, leveling a look at Steve that dares him to say anything about the ballet.

Steve wouldn't, though. He doesn't want to make Robin angry enough to ditch him. He looks down at Dart, thinking for a moment before asking, "Can I take more than one?"

"Of course, but you're limited to three for now," Sue says.

What would be the most helpful? Foreign languages, probably, since he'll definitely have to speak with ambassadors from other countries at some point. He should also learn something that can be shown off, a skill that he could pull out at functions to make his grandmother proud or distract guests.

"What language should I learn?" he asks.

Sue thinks for a moment, tapping her pen against her chin. "Mandarin. It's a business language, and we have close relations with a few representatives from China and Hong Kong. If you'd like to learn a Romantic language first, though, Spanish is good."

"I'll learn Mandarin," Steve decides, nodding once to himself. "And music. I want to learn to play...hmm...the piano."

With a nod, Sue writes his electives down. "Let me know if you'd like to add an elective later, Your Highness. In my opinion, though, your current courses will keep you properly challenged for now."

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Sue wasn't kidding about his academics being challenging. Steve struggles in math, muddles his way through science, drags himself through literature, and is ready to drop when he hits social studies. He'd ask the tutors to spend more time on topics, but Robin and Jonathan seem to have no problem keeping up, and Steve can't bring himself to disrupt their pace.

His Mandarin lessons are going just slightly better if only because the tutor seems to recognize that slower is better for him. After almost a month, he's starting to understand intonation and vocal variation better, and he can recognize a few characters on sight.

Piano lessons are also going well. His tutor there doesn't burden him with theory; she introduces the keys, shows him how to read sheet music, and then lets him choose songs to learn. Steve feels the most at ease when he's squinting at sheet music and slowly pressing piano keys into something recognizable.

The lessons he really looks forward to, however, are the ones for his Royalty Education. He gets to see his grandmother then, and she spends the whole day with him. Even better, something about this stuff just clicks. He's good at fixing his posture and memorizing silverware placement. He bows just right on his first try and his grandmother compliments his wave.

By the end of the lesson, she'll be smiling, her pride obvious, and take him for a walk in the gardens or to eat cookies in the kitchen.

"Royalty requires maintenance," Clarisse says, standing in front of Steve with relaxed shoulders. "You maintain your demeanor, your image, your knowledge of foreign dignitaries, your understanding of the people’s needs, and your humility. But you must also maintain your pride and your boundaries."

"That sounds like a lot," Steve says, idly tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"It can be overwhelming, but it becomes second nature in time," Clarisse explains, smiling reassuringly. "When you're royalty, you are constantly watched. Many eyes are kind or curious, but others are malicious, and you want to do everything you can to disappoint the malicious ones."

"How?"

"By acting like the Crown Prince you are."

"What kind of prince am I?" Steve asks, finally voicing the question that's been lingering since these lessons started. What kind of prince does his grandmother want? What kind of prince would best serve the people? What kind of prince will be so loved by all that nobody could even think of thinking about getting rid of him?

Clarisse hums, thinking for a moment. "I suppose a good one," she says, her slight smile telling Steve that she's only lightly teasing. "My hope is that you'll be kind and competent. You will make Genovia prosperous without compromising tradition. You won't allow politics to stand in the way of doing what's right by the people of Genovia. But this is a tiring job, so I hope you'll learn how to balance your duties with relaxation."

It's a lot, but Steve can do it. He can be that kind of prince, especially for the country and grandmother that's offered everything he's ever wanted and more. He nods once. "Okay," he says, "What do I need to learn, then?"

Clarisse smiles fondly at him. "Let's start by reviewing Genovian history. Only by knowing the past can you face the future."

With that, she places a book on Steve's desk and doesn't wait for him to open it before telling him about Genovia's founding.

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Steve has weekends off from classes, which leaves him with more free time than he knows what to do with when he doesn't have to clean a house or make his own meals. So, he's bored, and telling Robin that he was bored was a huge mistake after she suggested riding bikes around the garden only to learn Steve didn't know how.

She'd insisted that he should learn, insisted that Clarisse be the one who teaches him, and insisted on hearing no objections.

And now he's here, standing in front of Clarisse's desk and staring down at his feet as she finishes writing something on the paper in front of her. Joe is standing just to her right, hands behind his back.

"Okay," Clarisse says, gently placing her pen on the desk before looking at Steve with an encouraging smile. "What did you want to ask me, Steve?"

Steve bites the inside of his cheek, takes a deep breath, and looks up. "Well, um, Robin wants to ride bikes, but I don't know how," he says.

"Well, that's easily fixed," Clarisse says, reaching for a phone at the corner of her desk. "I'm sure a member of staff is free to teach you."

Before she can pick up the phone, Steve finds himself blurting out, "Well, I...I was hoping...you could teach me."

Clarisse freezes, blinking twice with confusion before looking at Steve. "You want me to teach you?" she asks. When Steve nods once, she sighs softly. "A queen does not ride bikes. Besides, I have too much work to complete. Perhaps I could accompany you for a walk this evening to make up for it."

Despite himself, despite bracing for rejection, it still hurts. In the three months he's been in Genovia, Clarisse has agreed to just about every request he's made. Every held breath as he waits for cruel words has been released with unprecedented relief when none came. Even when he broke something---a priceless vase, according to Jonathan---his grandmother had simply surveyed the damage, thanked him for being honest, and asked him to avoid kicking soccer balls in the presence of priceless vases in the future.

Perhaps Steve has gotten too comfortable. He shouldn't be pushing like this. If he wants his grandmother's affection, he should know when to hold himself back.

So, despite the unfamiliar urge to ask again in case Clarisse might change her mind, Steve nods once. "I look forward to walking with you, Grandmother," he says, his voice quiet. He glances up, waiting long enough to see Clarisse's smile before turning on his heel and leaving the office as quickly as he can.

Clarisse watches him go, her head slightly tilted as the door closes silently behind Steve. She nods once, glad that Steve is sensible enough to understand things like work and propriety, and picks up her pen once more.

"If I may speak freely, Your Majesty?" Joe asks.

"At this point, Joe, you may as well assume the answer is yes."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, and please pardon my French, my experience has been that assuming makes an ass out of you and me."

It takes a moment for Clarisse to understand the joke. When she does, she can't help her amused smile. "Fair enough," she says, "Go ahead, Joe."

"Do you remember what I said about being Steve's grandmother?"

"Yes, of course."

"Perhaps now is one of those moments where being a grandmother is more important than being a queen. His Highness does not ask for much, and he is not the kind to ask more than once, even if he really wants something. I imagine it took a significant amount of courage to ask you to teach him in the first place."

"Are you suggesting that I...I risk making a fool of myself for all to see?" Clarisse asks.

"I am suggesting you spend time with your grandson, who asks very little of you because he does not believe he can ask for anything."

Clarisse is silent a moment, letting Joe's words process and settle in her brain. Finally, she sighs and gestures to the papers on her desk. "I have work to complete," she says.

"Your Majesty, editing these proposals was on your schedule two weeks from now. You are ahead of your work. A break would not be unreasonable or unwarranted."

Well, when he puts it like that.

Clarisse sighs, leans back in her chair, and looks up at Joe. He's still staring at the door, giving no indication that he feels her eyes on him, but she knows he does. "Have a groundskeeper retrieve bikes and safety gear and meet us in the garden," she says, standing from her chair and bracing herself to look like an utter fool.

Her apprehension fades away fifteen minutes later. It can't hold last when she sees Steve's surprised and delighted expression at her presence. As she helps him put on knee and elbow pads, shows him how to pull the helmet's strap tight, and holds the bike steady as he sits on it, Clarisse decides a little foolishness is perfectly fine (necessary, even) if it will keep the smile on Steve's face.

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#stranger things fic #steve harrington fic #princess diaries crossover #queen clarisse renaldi #modern royalty au #future steddie #robin buckley #jonathan byers #the party's parents #my writing #anybody else ever have that experience where the first time you realize that somebody won't make you feel guilty for asking for things #you get way in your head about not asking for the one (1) thing that will ruin it all for you #so every time you ask for something new you're bracing to take the request back as quickly as you can #just me?#aight then lmao #to absolutely nobody's surprise i am projecting on steve harrington #if you made it this far in the tags #you deserve a cookie lmao

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mana-jjk · 3 months

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thinking really hard about a college au because i enjoy them a lot more than high school aus.

yuuta - pre-med, in school to become a doctor

toge - divided between computer science and dropping out of college to pursue opening his own café with a garden.

maki - pre-law, in school to become a lawyer

panda - zoology

yuuji - business degree that he’s just doing for his grandfather, will graduate but goes on to be a firefighter.

megumi - animal sciences, going on to enter veterinarian school to become a vet.

nobara - fashion design/marketing degree

gojo - a sadistic physics professor with multiple degrees, both through education and honorary, because he got bored. sometimes he picks students out to give full-ride scholarships, because he self-proclaims having too much money.

getou - philosophy professor that enjoys playing the devils advocate and watching his students squirm.

shoko - oversees the university hospital and occasionally recruits for the pre-med program

nanami - graduated with a business degree, agreed to give yuuji an internship

ijichi - gojo’s overworked TA

i just think maki and yuuta would struggle through graduate school together. their cabinets would be full of instant ramen, cabbage, junk food, and ungodly amounts of coffee. the only real food they get is because toge cooks for them and gives them the stink eye every time he opens their cabinet.

toge doesn’t really have room to talk though, he overworks himself and ends up going far too long without sleep. hours on assignments that make him miserable, burned out from the moment every semester starts. too often does yuuta find him dissociating, something he’s all too familiar with. yuuta himself suffers from insomnia, so it’s not uncommon for him to settle on the couch and run his fingers through toge’s hair until his eyes close.

toge probably had a really difficult time getting the courage to either drop out or just really not use his degree as intended. i can’t picture him genuinely enjoying higher education. even in this happy, no one dies world, his family is with the second years for a reason. computer science was appeasing enough, but the unhappiness is so draining that everyday getting up and going to class feels so impossible. he feels his happiest at the gardening club, cooking for his friends, not sitting in a lecture hall with a preview to what awaits him. but ultimately, i think the independence and knowledge that he wasn’t alone or abandoned was enough to push him into the decision. luckily enough he was a scholarship winner (gojo lol) so he wasn’t in debt, and gojo even offered to fund him through culinary school with the promise of free sweets forever.

with yuuta, i think his history of being hospitalized and the accident with rika (who is not dead here !! but she was paralyzed and had to move with a different family member who was able to support her) definitely pushed him to medical degrees. he was probably stuck between being a physical therapist, nurse, and full-fledged doctor. he still keeps in contact with rika, who is one of his biggest supporters when it comes to his goal, but he has a mental breakdown every week thinking about getting a medical degree. shoko definitely takes notice of his talent, and has extended opportunities to intern with her. gojo also found that they were distantly related, and not only paid for his entire education, but also the apartment he rents with maki and toge. he tried refuting, but gojo kept insisting that he was tapping into the family inheritance that technically belonged to both of them.

toge is more than a little devastated when yuuta decides to study abroad in their undergraduate, i actually think that’s when the fully misery of college hits him. not having an unhealthy classmate and friend to look after forced him to focus on himself, his least favorite pastime. having the first years helped, but it also forces him to reflect how much he cared about yuuta past being a friend too.

anyway, i have so many ideas for this au so um please ask me so i can word vomit everywhere. also normalize more college aus so people like me can still relate lol <3

#inumaki toge #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuuta okkotsu #inuokko #ottoge #jjk panda #maki zenin #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #gojo satoru #getou suguru #shoko ieiri #nanami kento #college au

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Hi Love! You Spencer fics give me life btw, Okay, so idk if you've seen NCIS,but there is this goth character named Abby and she is like a forensic scientist . I would love to see Spencer (maybe later seasons) having to work with a reader like Abby. Opposites attract kind of thing / love at first sight/mutual pining .

Hiii, thank u so much for this request. I am sooooooo sorry, that this took me like 2 months to write 😭I hope this isn't too bad (1k) warnings: talk of bombs, fluff

Sometimes you think, that Spencer likes you, like more than just a friend. It's always when you catch him staring lovesick at you or hear him giggle at your stupid science jokes. It makes your heart swell everytime.

But you stop daydreaming about this, when the reality sets in and you realise the big difference between the two of you. Like there's just no way Spencer likes you the way you like him.

You two are complete opposites. Well, that's not entirely true. You and Spencer share love for science and solving things, which is exactly why you are both at the FBI. But other than this, you don't think, that you have much in common.

Your thinking about Spencer is cut short, because there's a literal bomb being placed in front of you. The team is working on a local case. There's a very dangerous bomber, which they are trying to catch.

Your task is to analyse the bomb as best as you can, even the tiniest detail can help the team. It's not often you get to work with the team, especially this close, so you want to do good and not mess it up.

You put on your favourite band and closely study the bomb. As you bop your head to the blasting music, you write down everything that seams important, even the stuff that is not so important, down.

You work fast and in like 2 hours, you are done and happy with you analysis. You sent a text to Penelope, she is usually the one that comes for the papers and you like her, she is a total sweetheart everytime she comes to your lab.

You don't expect her to come right away, so you don't turn the music down even one bit. Honestly, a big mistake from your part.

It's not Penelope, who comes to grab the analysis papers and also it's not later, it's right away. Spencer was basically pushed towards the elevator to go to your lab by Penelope. Of course, she knows that you two fancy each other (she thinks you'll be the cutest couple) and she's decided, that she's going to get you together, whatever it takes. Even if it means dragging Spencer towards you.

Spencer finds your lab easily, he's been here too many times. But he's never heard the music playing so loud. You don't even hear the door opening or him coming inside. He only gets your attention when he carefully puts his hand on your shoulder as to not scare you, which goes totally the wrong way.

You flinch so hard and jump away from him instantly, that you almost fall on the floor, not to mention the curse words slipping out of your mouth.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Spencer worriedly apologises.

"Doctor Reid, you scared me," you say with a surprise, you definitely weren't expecting him here. You lower the volume of the music.

"I'm sorry, I called out your name, but I think it was too loud," he explains, stepping from one foot to another.

"It's okay, it's my fault. I put it way too loud. It's just...It's my favourite band," you grin sheepishly at him. Your pink blush in contrast with the black lipstick and eyeliner.

"Really? Have they been your favourite band for long now?" Spencer asks, giving you a small smile.

"Gosh, for so long, I don't even know. Maybe since I've discovered how much I love music," you must have been a kid then, when you found you passion for music, " what about you Dr. Reid, what's your favourite band?"

"Spencer, please call me Spencer," it's his turn to blush again, when he says it. You always call him dr. Reid and even if he knows you are joking, he prefers you calling him Spencer, " a-and I don't really have a favourite band or-or a song."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I just don't really know any music, maybe just some classical," he shrugs his shoulders, " I know, it's bad." He adds when he sees your wide eyes.

"Oh my god, this is actually a crime," you dramatically say, " I would gladly give you some recommendations, but I think time isn't on our side right now." You don't think Spencer would like your kind of taste of music, metal probably isn't his type, but you could definitely look something up for him.

Spencer would like that, like a lot. But yeah, he can't waste time by chatting with you, when there's a serial bomber in the streets.

He really wants to tho, I mean he wouldn't say no to spending time with you, maybe it would give him an actual chance with you. So with these kind of thoughts, he does something very, almost too brave.

"How about over a coffee?" he nervously blurts out and you don't quite know if you've heard right or your imagination is playing tricks on you.

"Over a coffee?"

"O-or tea, whatever you drink...."he adds, words stammering.

"Sure," you agree and give him the nicest smile you can do.

"R-really?" Spencer isn't expecting you to agree, he thinks, you are way out of his league, too pretty to even talk to him.

"Definitely, I'd love that," you reassure him and before you know it, these words escape your mouth, " it's a date, then."

Your dread goes away, when Spencer returns your shy smile and states," can't wait for it, I'll text you, yeah?" He starts to slowly back out of the lab.

"Okay," you giggle, because you realise, that he is forgetting the one thing he came here for, " don't you want the analysis of the bomb?"

"Ohhh," his cheeks go red again," right." He quickly comes back for it and heads for the door. At the door he looks at you for one last time and accidentally walks with his shoulder into the edge of the door.

You can't help but to giggle some more as he embarrassingly laughs and leaves your lab.

In your happy mood, you put the music back on and start thinking of the right songs for Spencer.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader

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littlespidermonkey · 4 months

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I think in the universe where the Cullens aren't in Forks, Bella Swan takes a while to come out of her shell, but when she does, she's witty and passionate and smart as a whip, even if she's still quiet and reserved. She sits with Jessica Stanley, who demands the best of everyone, and tells her friends about her boyfriend down on the rez, who is sweet and caring and funny and good with his hands, who works for everything he's ever had.

After class, during a sleepover, Bella whispers to tell Angie and Jess about the night after prom, even though her father, loving and careless, worries about her only a normal amount and loves Jacob Black like his own. When she gets into Dartmouth--all by herself, through study sessions in garages and with Jessica and in Angela's house--she chooses to go to Stanford instead. She misses the heat and light on her skin, even after falling in love with the rain. Jessica comes with her; Angela and Eric go to U of Washington in Seattle instead, for education and journalism respectively.

Bella makes sure to call every week and then one day she drives down to Seattle and her boyfriend, warm like the sun she loves and at least twice as reliable, becomes her fiancé. The ring isn't especially big or ornate or pricey, but the way she smiles could trick anyone into thinking that it was. All of her friends, new and old, are waiting at the small party afterwards, and Bella laughs the entire time. The engagement cake--chocolate, her favourite--is sweet and moist against her tongue.

She moves back to Forks once she gets her masters in information sciences and becomes the town's librarian. She gets married a month before the move, barefoot in the surf and her old prom dress, both her parents weeping with joy and Billy Black beaming damn near as bright as his son, Sue Clearwater holding his hand.

She raises her kids --both beautiful children, blessed with Jake's thick, long hair--with Angela and Eric's and takes them down to Los Angeles to visit their auntie Jess and her husband Quil, who lavishes them with gifts from her career as a top surgeon. She jokes about having to support Quil's career as an environmental lawyer and displays each and every one of his wins alongside her diplomas. When William Black II decides he wants to be a doctor too, she writes him a shining letter of recommendation to her alma mater. Sarah, who has always been the spitting image of her father, joins and eventually takes over Jacob's mechanic shop.

On occasion, Bella fights with Jacob, even though he's the love of her life. Despite this, she is never afraid of him, and he never stops her from doing what she wants. Instead, he goes out and works on his cars and comes back in an hour later with slightly greasy hands and a bouquet of flowers from Emily Young's little garden, planted to celebrate her cousin Leah Uley's wedding. Bella makes him muffins, recipe courtesy of Sue and missing bites courtesy of Seth, Colin, Sarah, Will, and Claire, with raspberries, not blueberries, just how Jake likes them. They make up, and they make changes, and they go on.

Eventually, both slower and quicker than she realizes, Bella gets old. She lives in fear of losing herself, of losing her husband and her children, like her grandmother had. But she remembers her grandkids to the very end, even gets to meet her first great-grandchild a week before it happens. Her heart gives out before her brain does, too weak and too slow.

It was too full of love, the letter from Jacob says. Sarah reads it. Her father passed a day after his wife--simply too heartbroken to live without her. Much of the town of Forks and hordes of family attend their funeral, remembering a life well lived.

It is an unremarkable life, in the grand scheme of things. She does not live to be a thousand; she is no great beast, with speed like the wind and strength; she does not discover her powers or lead a great defiance. Bella Black, happy and human and surrounded by love, could never imagine wanting anything else.

#lee's wild scribbles #team jacob #twilight saga #jacob x bella #swanblack #tw: food #OK! that's all the tags for searching so now it's time for the really important tags: me rambling #this was extremely stream of consciousness pls be nice #it was also supposed to come with a lil video like my other little ficlet for this fandom but tumblr wasn't feeling it #also i have not edited this and i'm not going to so if you see a typo you keep that shit to yourself #this was written kind of as a reflection on how bella lowkey chooses to sacrifice so much of what makes life good to me in favour of edward #and how she like. gives up her personhood and future to be his and has no friends outside of the cullens and jake #(who is essentially being held hostage by reenactment)#twilight has such a weird relationship with f3minism. i should write about that at some point #(also this is not tikt0k. i censor words so that they don't turn up in tags bc i doubt ppl in the f3minism tag are looking for twilight fic

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SVSSS College/University AU!!

(mostly STEM, and with assumptions arising from the American systems, bc that's what I know)

Shen Yuan: In accordance with my headcanons for canon, I think he'd still be studying evolutionary biology in this AU. He'd have fun with it, and I think he'd be decently good at it. Same energy as my roommate doubling Chem and Archeology bc Alchemy isn't an option

Luo Binghe: Shen Yuan tutored him once when they were in middle school and high school respectively, and Bingy majored in STEM about it. That and I think it would make sense with his backstory, for him to be studying biochemistry or molecular biology with the intent of becoming a cancer biologist. Like I said earlier, he'd be phenomenal in wet lab because of his skills in the kitchen (and general badassery) transferring to the lab. If he actually had Protagonist Powers I think he'd probably manage to actually cure cancer lol.

To get the relationships right, I think Ning Yingying and Ming Fan have to be studying something related to biology, but I don't have a good enough handle on their characters to decide what exactly within the broad broad field of bio they might be interested in. But I do know that the three of them were put in a study group during intro bio and managed to make that into actual friendship further down the line.

Shang Qinghua: I Knew he had to be Computer Science all the way. As someone who is intimately acquainted with the precise flavor of dying all CS majors are, he's absolutely got the energy. Plus, I had a daydream/plot bunny back when I was taking Algorithms that the type of procedural thinking taught in CS would be invaluable on An Ding. He absolutely still writes a ton to keep some semblance of sanity. If you see him in the CS building at 11 pm typing furiously it's a coin toss as to whether he's writing or debugging lol. He and Shen Yuan made instant hatefriends with each other in the university's anime club their first year, and slowly transitioned to being die-or-die (yes, that was not a typo, they are both dying at the end of this ride lol) best friends.

Literally everyone else I could think of under the cut:

Shen Qingqiu: I think he and Shen Yuan are cousins at most, so the QiJiu backstory can be had in some capacity. Of course, they can't literally be slaves named after numbers in a modern AU, but the separation/reconciliation/etc can happen. I think he's either premed and angry about it, or aggressively going towards academia. Math, maybe? I know those are two very different things, but whatever he's studying, he's mean about it, but very good.

Yue Qingyuan: I think he is in the med school at whatever university he's at. One of those freaks who manages to be dying entirely on the inside instead of the outside. This is why I think it'd be useful to have SJ|SQQ as premed, so their paths crossed. I think SQQ was delayed in enrolling by QiJiu Backstory, which is why they're in different years. He's maybe planning on going into family medicine, I think.

Mu Qingfang: How could I make the doctor character not a doctor? He's out of school, kind of. I think he's doing his residency at a hospital near the university. He's friends with YQY, and is Concerned at the bits of QiJiu Backstory he's picked up over the course of that.

Qi Qingqi: Thinks all you doctor types are a bit insane (affectionate, but deep down). I think she's a graduate student studying chemistry, maybe drug delivery if I had to pick something specific? No real reason, just vibes.

Liu Qingge: The emotionally constipated Sporty Ponytail(TM), so... Sports Medicine, obviously. I think he might be minoring in environmental studies or something, so there's reasons for him to cross paths with Shen Yuan. Story reasons, I mean -- he's doing it because he got interested in high school.

Liu Mingyan: I don't know if it's too on the nose to tie her to a field that'd make her excruciatingly aware of the reasons why to wear a mask, but I think she'd be studying Epidemiology or Public Health, something similar to that. I think she'd be good at thinking on the personal, community, and population levels, and balancing that.

Sha Hualing: So that she has some overlap with both LMY and LBH, and because I just think it fits somehow, I think she'd be studying molecular biology with the intent to go into virology.

Mobei-Jun: Honestly I'm not entirely certain he's in school. I think it might make more sense for him to be running the restaurant location Binghe works part time at. Which brings me to the rest of the demons!

Meng Mo: Head chef of the restaurant Bingy managed to finangle his way to a part time chef position at. No, I don't know how he managed that either, because it's a pretty high end restaurant, and "chef" doesn't tend to be a part time position from what I know. Binghe is just that good at cooking, I guess. Meng Mo is kind of mad about it.

Tianlang-Jun: He owns the restaurant and probably a bunch of other things, but he's rich-person bankrupt because he was suspected of murdering his wife (he didn't, obvs. Honestly it might be funny if Su Xiyan wasn't even actually dead). It was suuuuuper awkward when it came out that LBH was his biological son, but Binghe Refuses to touch business, so Zhuzhi-Lang is the successor.

That's all I've got for now!

#svsss #headcanons #AUs #shen yuan #shen qingqiu #shang qinghua #everyone else in svsss but I don't want to tag them all lol

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paper-gold-theories · 5 months

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pediatrician! Flug has relations with Miss heed due to managing to convince her to come down to the medical wing and spend some time with the kids so they can met with their idol and spend some time with her or just to make them feel better while in recovery

Heed agrees to this since it increases her popularity and makes her seem more likeable to the public

In the Pediatrician!Flug AU, Flug never went to Black Hat Institution to study evil science and instead follows his parents wishes to study at a science school run by P.E.A.C.E.

However, he decides not to build any of his inventions for P.E.A.C.E. because he does not completely trust the organisation not to screw him over and doesn't agree with everything that they do, so he decides to take up courses that he enjoys in the school but at the same time won't show his inventive genius.

Additionally, Flug also secretly sells his inventions on the Black Web to persue his passion for evil science and inventing. He is also extremely paranoid that he will be found out, so he only sells his inventions to people he has done a background check and sents a robot with a video call function he built when they have to do a face to face interactions.

He accepts payment in money or difficult to find materials for his inventions or in most cases airplanes. That's how he got the nickname on the Black Web as the mysterious Mr. Plane.

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In this AU Miss Heed, was a evil science student at Black Hat Institution, since she never met Flug to steal his thesis and helped her become second best in class, she had no reason to stay in a class she was not good at, so she dropped out immediately afterwards to join P.E.A.C.E. to become hero after she saw how popular it can make her after seeing GoldHeart in magazines, news, tv ect and aldo developed an obsessive one sided parasocial relationship for him.

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Flug met Miss Heed when they were both 17 when while was an intern at P.E.A.C.E. facility where Miss Heed was trying to get her powers.

Flug was incharge of monitoring and compiling reports the patients conditions and ensuring that they take their medication and proper dosage of P.E.A.C.E. formula. And one of the patients he assigned to was Miss Heed.

Through their visits and conversations Flug and Miss Heed struck a friendship bonding because they were both weirdos and their personalities click together well.

Flug became a source of comfort and for someone to talk to and vent out her promblems and frustrations as she looks forward to his visits everyday in between her life threatening experiments and medical procedures.

It hurt for Flug to see his friend in pain and he asked her why does she go through so much to get her powers even though it's hurting her and killing her.

Heed replied that she sees it as "progress to becoming a popular hero" and the world will finally see how special she is once she gets her powers.

Flug relates to her as he also wants to be seen through his genius and inventions. But he disagrees with her hurting herself to get what she wants and kept suggesting to her maybe she do something else to achieve her goals, but she ignores him and even got into a heated argument one time because of that.

Flug realised that there was no way to change her mind and instead tried his best to ensure that she gets the best food for her health and tries his best to file in her reports in a way to so that scientists and doctors don't make the procedures and training too strenuous on her mind, body, and psychological state.

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One day Miss Heed was able to get her powers but was extremely disappointed, when her powers are only just to be able to evaporate liquids in small amounts despite everything she went through.

She demended the scientists there to give better powers but they said that her body is uncopatible with the other serums and that giving it to her will just do her more harm than good.

She started crying that she will never be a popular and beloved hero with such useless powers.

(She didn't have Flug's thesis to manipulate people's emotions in this AU and so she didn't insist to the scientists that her powers extremely useful to be used on Villains)

Flug genuinely felt sorry for her, after seeing everthing she went through, also hearing how difficult it is for heroes without strong super powers to get ahead so he decided to take a risk and help her...

Flug thought long and hard what is the best and most compatible invention he has that can be used with Cecilia's powers.

He didn't have one, but he can invent one based on a thesis he had on manipulating people's emotions he worked on a long time ago, but lost interest in it.

Flug presented Cecilia the next day with several different coloured liquid formulas in sealed flasks based on his thesis, to hide his secret as an inventor, he says that scientists handed it to him to be given to her so that she can use with her vaporisation powers.

He explains each of these formulas, once applied on someone can make the person feel different emotions such as anger, sadness, guilt, love, fear, and hatred. So for example she can use the fear formula to make Villains afraid in a confrontation or use guilt to get a confession out of them, and make them angry causing them to act irrationally in fight. But the effects of the formula are only temporary so its important to keep the subject at a constant state of emotion.

Miss Heed perked up when Flug said the word love and didn't hear much of what Flug said afterwards.

She asked him if the formula can make people fall in love with her.

Flug says that the formulas makes people feel the emotion in general but not toward a specific person, but it can be modified to do that if her seretonin from her body is added to the formula.

Miss Heed immediately grabs Flug by the collar asking him to request the scientist who created this to do that making up an excuse that it csn help her fight villains better.

Flug said that he will need to extract the seretonin from the cerebellum and "give it to the scientist" but he refused to do so beliving she has gone through enough medical procedures.

Plus he didn't like the crazed look in her eyes.

But Miss Heed was persistent and literally begged Flug while crying that this is the only way for her to be a real hero.

Flug caved in and agreed she immediately stoped crying and gave him an ecstatic hug, making Flug wonder if was all just an act.

He quickly put Miss Heed under sleeping gas and did the seretonin extraction while everyone was out for lunch and came back the next day with the modified seretonin formulas.

Miss Heed immediately grabbed the formula labeled "love" possessively, then clutched and held the flask close to her, her expression looking like Gollum from Lord of The Rings.

Flug ignores it thinking she's just excited, then tells her, to protect his secret, that as the formula is extremely powerful, she can only use this formula once her training is done and she leaves this facility, which she immediately agrees as she will do whatever it takes to achieve her dream of being popular.

He also gave her an instruction manual on how to create more of the formulas.

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A week later Miss Heed completed her training and was discharged and Flug also completed her internship and they both went out to lunch at a restaurant to celebrate.

Both of them asked each other what they are going to do afterwards.

Miss Heed says her dad already got her an agent to help her become a popular and beloved hero and having the formula will definitely help.

Flug says he will go to P.E.A.C.E. University to become a pediatrician after he graduates from high school and get his pilot licence.

Before they parted, they exchanged numbers to keep in touch.

Miss Heed thanks Flug for everything he's done. Flug blushes and humbly says he's just doing his job.

Miss Heed leans in and whispers secretly in Flug's ear and says that she knows that he does a lot of things for her behind a scene than he has lead on.

She then suddenly grabs Flug's face and proceeds to smash their mouths together in a loud, open mouth kiss, much to Flug's surprise and shock.

Their lips seperated in a wet pop just Miss Heed's limo came around the coner to pick her up.

She blew an air kiss at him and flirtily she hoped they can catch up again soon before entering the limo.

Flug was left in a flustered dazed wondering what just happened...

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Over the last six years, Flug continued with his studies deligently to become a pediatrist and secretly continue Black Web market deals.

His genius and deligent work enabled him to skip a few grades in university to and instsntly able to get him a job as a pediatrist in Marín City.

Although he and Miss Heed promised to meet up with each other, they never did as life became too busy for the both of them.

They called and texted back and forth for awhile but it dwindled down for after awhile, and became one sided from Flug's side.

Flug has seen her on the news though mentioning her fast rise rise to fame and popularity as a successful hero. Flug was happy for her, until he notices something off...about too many Villains getting redeemed by her after deciding to swear their loyalty to her.

Flug knows that she would use her formula to help her fight crime but she didn't think she would use it like this and decided to do some furthur research on what she has done with it.

He can't ask her directly because it might reaveal he knows too much and expose him for being the formula's inventor.

So he hacked into the P.E.A.C.E. system file on heroes and found Miss Heed's profile. It turned out that Miss Heed only used the love formula he created and not the others, but not just that, she has been using the formula heroes, villains, ans citizens to make her love her, basically zombifing the whole city of Cosmopolis under her control.

Additionally it was mentioned in the file that she clamied was the one who created the formula.

Flug was frustrated of what Cecilia has done this was the exact reason why didn't want to give any of his inventions to P.E.A.C.E.

They have always been power hungry in controlling Villains, so he will definitely be a target for them if there is a worst case scenario they find out about his Black Web activities.

He made an exception for her because she was his was friend and didn't think she would do such a thing, but looking back there a few red flags he refused to believe because he was thinking with his heart instead of his head.

Plus it's also a kinda of a dick move taking credit for an invention she never built. But in hindsight, it's better then letting people know he was the one who created it.

A storm is brewing and he can feel it, the best thing he can do for know is to monitor the situation of his formula to prepare for what will come.

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Over the last six years, Miss Heed focused on using her formula to make people: heroes, villains, and citizens love her leading to her rise in fame. Cosmopolis, her home city was her main target as and she basically had the whole city under her control.

She demanded her dad to create a factory in Cosmopolis to mass produce the formula based on the instruction manual given to her by Flug.

After the effects were tested and effective, Miss Heed's agent managed to convince P.E.A.C.E. to let her join the Golden Rule as GoldHeart who was looking for someone with powers or something that can be used to mind-control Villains in order to end Villainy forever.

When GoldHeart first met her, he thought she was an obsessed fangirl who wanted to be his sidekick because of her creepy obssessed behaviour towards him and she was wearing a cheap pink knock off of his costume when she appeared.

He was about to call security when one of his assistants explained she was sent by P.E.A.C.E. and has the formula he needed to end Villainy forever.

She had a crazed looked in her eyes and her creepy obssessed fangirl behaviour is apparent as she asked him too many personal questions and tried making grabbing motions at him, only stopping when her agent told her to behave.

GoldHeart flat out told her he's not interested in her (making her scream in hysterical shock and outrage of GoldHeart’s rejection of her) and immediately moved onto the interview…

As the meeting went on he had suspicions that she might not be the brains behind the formula as she looks confused and not sure how to reply when he asked her questions like extensive details how it works, the process, of making it, and how it can be used on Villains and its effects. And alot of times her agent has to step in answer for her. So he assumed that she has a scientist working for her to develop it.

GoldHeart really didn't care if she is ripping someone of just like she did when copying his uniform and style. He sees how effective the formula is in eradicating crime in her city. However her cringy and creepy obsessive behaviour towards him is extremely off putting and is really making him not want to put her in her club and instead call security to get her far away from him as possible.

GoldHeart sighed, eventhough he really dosent want to, beggers can't be choosers and sacrifices needed to be made for the fight against Villainy. But he will definitely avoid interacting with her as much as necessary.

GoldHeart skimmed to the manual handed to him about the formula and says he will agree to let her into his club if she can develop and modify to his specifications such as making the effects permanent and gave her a timeline to do so.

Miss Heed was nervous at the condition as the scietists she mind controlled had no idea how to improve and develop the formula she had but she agreed to GoldHeart's condition so that she can get into the Golden Rule.

Surely things can work out one way or another...

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A months later, the results were the same, the scientists and the new villain scientists she mind controlled could not figure out how to improve or develop the fomula into what GoldHeart wanted causing him to become extremely angry at her for consistently, delays, pushing the deadline and not even making any progress on the formula.

She had to do something soon or he will never fall in love with her, so she got some people from P.E.A.C.E. that she mind controlled to find out who was the scientist in that created the formula Flug gave to her.

However all the mind control informants came back with the same results... there is no record of anyone at P.E.A.C.E. who created such a formula.

Miss Heed slams her streaming computer to wall and swipes all the items on her table at her biggest monitor to the floor in anger and frustration as she came to a dead end.

HOW!? HOW COULD THIS BE!? IF NONE OF THE SCIENTISTS IN THE FACILITY THEN --

the realisation hit her like a ton of bricks.

Then it must be Flug.

Yes, he was the one who gave her the formula because he loves her... So it should be easy to get her old friend to make the formula for her or maybe with a little bit of persuasion...

Miss Heed got her assistants to find out where Flug was and book her the fastest flight there...

Afterwards get her most prestine heroine uniform, book her a spa and finnally get her stylists do her make up.

She needed to look her best before she can see her old friend...

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Flug was about to a lunch after doing his usually rounds of check ups when he heard a large cowd gathering in the front desk of the pediatric wing. Curious, he went to check it out only to see the one person he didn't didn't want to see - Miss Heed.

Flug tried to slowly walk away, hopefully she won't notice his prescence.

"Fluggy! Is that you? I haven't seen you in forever!"

'Of course she noticed,' Flug thought.

Heed quickly approched him, gave him a hug that presses way too close to his body.

"Whoa you know Miss Heed, Dr Flug?" one Flug's patients a little boy with brunette hair hair asks.

"Yes Fluggy and I are friends that go way back, " Miss Heed answers for him.

"Are you two dating?" a blone girl giggled as she ask the question.

"Oh no, as charming as Fluggy is. I am too busy fighting crime and saving people to be thinking of dating," Miss Heed answers coyly, definitely entertaining the idea of her and Flug dating.

Several more kids came forward to asks Miss Heed questions making her smile more strained as she had to answer them.

"As much as I love answering your wonderful questions children, I need to take your doctor to help me on something important, Adios and rember Love always wins" Heed dragged Flug away into her limo and drove of.

"Ugh! Nosey snot nose brats. How do you deal with them everyday?" Miss Heed complains dropping her public facade.

"Cecilia what -" Flug began.

"Its Miss Heed now!" she snapped.

"Miss Heed why are you doing here?" Flug began, he suspects the reason but carefully waits for her response.

Miss Heed went back to her persona, remembering she was supposed to seduce Flug into giving her the formula.

"My my your so impatient, Fluggy. But I believe such matters can be discussed over lunch, and I know just the place. Oh,chuffer, take us to the Amora Restaurant."

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The Amora Restaurant was the most romantic restaurant in Marín City, known for its romatic themed decor and fancy aprodisiac foods on their menu.

When they got there, host immediately took Miss Heed to a private table at the balcony with an ocean view, making Flug believe that she planned this before she approaced him.

The waiter arrived, and Flug ordered an oyster pasta and Miss Heed ordered the most Instagram photogenic dish she can post online but won't eat.

"So what are you doing here?" Flug began, after the waiter left.

"Obviously to see you ~" Miss Heed purred, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

"You haven't returned my texted and calls in years. And now you just expect me to believe suddenly just show up out of nowhere for no reason?" Flug countered.

Miss Heed's seductive expression dropped as it turned to un ugly sneer, not happy this was not going as planned.

"Oh Fluggy, I'm so sorry for ignoring you for all those years, " Miss Heed changed tactics putting on her kicked kitten expression.

"But your right I need your help. Do you remember the formula you gave me?"

"Yes," Flug replies, he can see where this conversation is going.

"I know you're the one who actually made it for me," Miss Heed smiked, thinking that she caught Flug off guard.

"...No, I didn't. It was the scientists in the facility. I'm a doctor not an advance chemist," Flug replies, thinking the best strategy was to play dumb

Oh don't play dumb with me Flug! I know it was you!" Miss Heed snapped "My informants did a background search and interviewed all the scientists there and they had no idea of the formula given to me!"

"Let's say I was the one who made the formula? What do you want from me?" Flug asks, so much for pretending not to know anything.

Miss Heed's mood changes again and she smirks at Flug's admittance.

"If you have not already heard, that formula has helped me eradicated Villainy in my city and helped me become a successful acclaimed millionaire influencer, super model, empowering philanthropist, entrepreneur, literally gorgeous, charismatic, noble, talented, sensitive, fashion icon, and superheroine. ~ " Miss Heed says dreamily.

"But there is so much more that can be done... for getting rid of Villainy I mean, ahahaha" Miss Heed adds the last part hurriedly.

'Yes, to get rid of Villains like me will definitely boost your popularity," Flug thought.

"That's just need you to make some teensy weensy adjustments to improve my -I mean your formula," Miss Heed teasingly carasses Flug's hand on the table, "And I will happily reward you in return, in any way you want~"

Flug pulls his hand away. "Thank you for the proposition Miss Heed, but my answer is no."

"WHAT?!" Miss Heed stands and yells so loudly it caused some of the restaurant guests and stsff to look at their direction.

"My answer is no. I'm sorry but not interested in anything you have to offer," Flug replies firmly.

Miss Heed's sits back down and stares at Flug with a darken expression from across the table before smirking, "I'm sorry too Fluggy~" she chuckled. "I like you and thought we could come to an agreement but you forced me to take some drastic measures." A blast of perfume came out of Miss Heed's wrists and was sprayed onto Flug's face.

Flug coughed, as he inhaled the intoxicating smell.

"So, what do you say to helping me now Fluggy?" Miss Heed grins deviously as if the cat got the cream.

"Like I said, my answer is no," Flug replies in the same tone.

"WHAT?! WHY AREN'T YOU OBSESSED WITH ME?!" Miss Heed yells in shock, not understanding how the formula didn't work on Flug.

Flug refuses to answer her question and instead took out some money and put it on the able to cover his part of meal he didn't get to eat, refusing to owe her anything.

"Well will you look at the time, my lunch break is almost over," Flug began, "It's been nice catching up with you Heed, but I gotta get back to the hospital." Flug quickly stands up and rushes out of the restaurant.

"WHAT!? FLUGGY GET BACK HERE!! FLUGGY!!" He heard Miss Heed yell at him and the footsteps of her heels run after him as he ran as fast as he can in the busy street.

Fortunately Miss Heed was famous and it was not long before a crowd of people recognised and gathered around her.

This enabled Flug to turn around a coner and into a cab near by. Flug, quickly checked thst he was not being tailed instructed the driver to take him back to his home.

He paid the driver and looked around and saw the coast is clear before going into building, pass the front desk, up the elevator, and into his penthouse.

Flug was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and catch his breath.

Miss Heed would definitely go back to the hospital to find him, so that's where he can't go back. He called the hospital saying he had to take a half day off for today and asked the pediatricians to help cover for him.

Afterwards sat down and prepared himself a cup of coffee processing what just happened in the restaurant. Miss Heed, the person he thought in the past was his closest friend had tried to mind control him.

Fortunately Flug had prepared for the worst months ago and created an antidote to the serum that he already injected into his body. So even if Miss Heed tosses him into a vat of his formula, he will still be immune to its effects.

He thought of the possibility of Miss Heed mind controlling him, but he was still hurt that she had actually done it because part of him had still thought of her as a friend that wouldn't do go that far into hurting him, but he guess he was wrong.

Flug needed to strategize he knows that Miss Heed won't back off so easily and he needs to prepare...

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Flug came back the hospital the next day and Miss Heed also came back during lunch time in a civilian disguise this time.

Flug refused to go into the limo this time and instead setted for a nearby cafe he frequents to talk.

Miss Heed pretended to cry as she apologized for mind controlling Flug and buy her fake apology one bit.

Flug told her he was still not interested in helping her, causing her to go into another rant.

Flug sighs, he knows Miss Heed will definitely go away so he made a deal with her.

The children in the hospital all love Miss Heed. He has seen many them watching her reaction and Tik Tok videos and even some of them wearing her merch and cosplaying as her.

So Flug told her, (since she won't leave him alone, even after he said no) for every hour she comes down to the medical wing and spend some time with the kids so they can met with their idol, spend some time with her or just to make them feel better while in recovery, ect.

He will spend the exact amount of time listening to her trying to her arguments and persuasions on why he should help her with the formula. Whether he agrees thats another thing. (That way it can also buy him time to come up with a plan in case she does som thing drastic)

Heed, being an impatient person didn't agree to Flug's deal. And right off the bat she threatened spread rumours so horrible of him on social media that it will not only get him him fired but not be able to work as a pediatrician or medical field ever again.

Flug shrugs and says that getting him fired still would not convince him make the formula for her. Making Miss Heed shocked at the unexpected response.

Truthfully getting fired would be extremely upsetting for him. But he still had his secret business in the black web so he didn't need the money and there are many capable pediatricians in the hospital. But he knows that the best strategy in dealing with Miss Heed was indifference.

Miss Heed then threatens to close down the peditrician wing or give them a extremely large donation from her father and Flug couters both points saying that P.E.A.C.E. prioritizes their hospitals, so they won't take too kindly if anyone, even a hero tries to close it down and has also one of their most funded subsidiaries, so her donation is not necessary.

Miss Heed was utterly stuntlock, on how to respond to Flug.

He looks at his watch and says that he has spent around the same amount of time Miss Heed spent with the kids yesterday and was about to stand up leave before Miss Heed stopped him.

Miss Heed grits her teeth before agreeing to Flug's earlier terms. At least, spending time with those snot nose brats also increases her popularity and likeability to the public.

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As a result of this Miss Heed spent time in between her busy schedule of public events to go to the hospital to cheer up kids and while trying to convince Flug to make the formula.

However no amount of threats and bribes could convince Flug to change his mind making Heed more and more frustrated at their visits.

It went on for a few months and Flug predicts sooner or later something will happen that will change this routine and he was right... on one fateful day, he was rescued by GoldHeart.

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"This is him?"

"Yup..."

Everyone crowded around the bed, staring at the stranger in a mix of confusion, astonishment, and dread.

Doc stared at the cybernetic in fascination, then studied the charts.

"Incredible... While damaged, this technology is astonishing! Powered by the body's natural bio-electricity, INGENIOUS!!!"

Dani nodded, glancing back at the charts.

"Doctor Mcswain said his body produces an unnatural amount of it, though. From what he did to the traffic light, we know he can absorb power, would that explain it?"

"Excellent deduction!"

Doc nodded, carefully scanning the metal and wires.

"If my guesses here are correct, our visitor has some truly unique abilities! It appears that the Cybernetic's ability to absorb power converts it to bio-electricity, which our visitor requires high amounts of. Not only does he require high amounts of power to power the cybernetic, but it appears that his body has simply.... altered itself to accept this electricity as a natural function. This process would've taken years.... astounding..."

"And i noticed something else.... Shields, shooting electricity, Isn't that familiar? It's just like Cody- Our Cody's- Repulsor Badge... before it blew up, anyway..."

Doc nodded again, musing at Dani's observation.

"Interesting... By the laws of the Multiverse, anything is possible! Perhaps in this other reality, the technology was perfected, and never encountered the shortcomings it did here."

Kade scoffed, leaning against the door.

"Yeah, yeah, he's a cool science experiment. Look, Can we find out who he is or not?"

"Ah, right!"

Doc held out his tablet, and a small scanner.

"I'll simply preform a Biometric scan! If he really is a version of Cody, then in theory, he should match identically on a genetic scale."

Kade rolled his eyes, watching as Dani examined the stranger's gear.

"Let's just get this over with... Once Doc does his science thing, we'll prove once and for all that this guy isn't Cody!"

Dani examined the back panel of his armor plate, frowning as she stared at the engraving.

Like she'd spotted earlier, it was the insignia for the rescue bots, but something was off.

Going diagonally across the mark was a large crack, but not a real crack. It was clearly part of the design, but she couldn't understand why....

".... Whoever this guy is... it seems like he went through a lot..."

Charlie stared at the scars, at the damaged cybernetic, the signs of struggle and pain.

"... What happened to you..."

A small chime came from Doc's scanner, and he stared at the tablet.

".... I'll be..."

Wordlessly, he handed it to Charlie, who let out a long, slow hiss.

".... My god..."

It was a match.

Dani and Graham instantly leaned in for a peek, a similar shock washing over them.

"So... That's it, then? He really is a version of Cody?"

"It... It's a genetic match.... If the Biometric is accepting him, then... that means-"

"Absolutely nothing."

Kade threw his hands out, groaning as he pinched his brow.

"No offense, Doc, but your Tech's bugged out how many times now?! No, no, it's...... it's a fluke or something!! I've said it before, THIS. ISN'T. CODY."

"WHAT IS YOUR DEAL?!?!"

Dani groaned, pushing past Graham to jab a finger at Kade's chest.

"Even if he's not Cody, he's clearly in trouble and needs our help!!! Why are you being so hard on him?!"

"Needs our help?! Are you all forgetting that he attacked us?! No matter why he's here, we can't just trust him!"

"We should at least hear him out."

Charlie tried to calm things down, coming between both his kids.

"Listen. Doc, why don't you scan him a few more times, just to be sure? In the mean time, we can at least make sure he recovers from his injuries. Once he wakes up, we'll let him tell his side of the story, and decide where to go from there."

Dani and Kade couldn't meet the other's eyes, but seemed satisfied for now.

Doc leaned over with the scanner, musing to himself as he eyed the cybernetic.

"Incredible... such advanced designs... as well as ironing out the flaws in the repulsor badge...."

He leaned in for a closer look, and gently ran a hand over the shoulder, trying to take in the connective wires and delicate parts.

"Perhaps once he wakes up, I can asess the damage, and attempt base repairs..."

Doc gently grasped the damaged plating, as Kade shook his head.

"Sure, give the random guy his electricity powers back...."

Dani shot him a dirty look, and Charlie could only sigh.

"Look. We don't know what's going on here, but we're going to find out. we just need to-"

"AH!"

Doc suddenly yelped, and everyone glanced over, the stranger's left arm tightly gripping Doc's wrist.

Everyone tensed, as the stranger quickly sat upright, his eyes wide as he gasped for breath, whipping his head around the room.

"WHERE AM I?!"

Charlie ran up to the Bed, throwing his arm in front of Doc.

"Hey, hey, you're okay, you're okay. We're not going to hurt you, we took you to the hospital. You're safe here."

He gasped, but his breath slowly evened out, and he let go of Doc, the man wincing as he rubbed his wrist.

"Quite the grip..."

"Sorry... You scared me, Doc."

"You... know me?"

The stranger stretched out, examining the damage to his arm.

"Well, yeah, You look just like the Doc Greene from my world. You even have the same tie."

"Fascinating!"

Charlie couldn't help but chuckle over how quickly Doc bounced back from the scare, but leaned closer to the bed.

"Look... We need to ask you a few questions..."

The stranger sighed, rubbing his neck.

"I figured... But first, what happened to Morocco?"

"He escaped, but-"

"YOU DIDN'T TRACK HIM?!"

He shot up, sliding his legs over the side of the bed.

He could be anywhere by now!! Do you have any idea what he's capable of?!"

He attempted to stand, but instantly felt weak, his knees nearly buckling as Charlie rushed to steady him.

"We'll find him, I promise. But you're in bad shape, you need our help."

Charlie wasn't prepared for the darkness in his eyes.

"None of you are supposed to be involved in this. I came here for ONE JOB, and i FAILED. I have to find that... Monster... before it's too late..."

"Well, we're involved now, deal with it."

Kade glared, slowly coming closer to the bed, his face set in a deep scowl.

"Don't think for one minute that i trust you. I know sketchy when I see it, and I'm not letting you out of my sight. I want answers, so start talking."

The stranger was quiet, then slowly let out a dark, sarcastic chuckle, pulling away from charlie as he leaned on the bed's railing.

"Ever stubborn, Kade... You're just like mine used to be..."

"Used to be?"

Kade felt uneasy at that, as the stranger sighed, before looking around at everyone in the room.

"My name is Cody Burns. I came here from another Dimension, a reality parallel to this one. If i'm right, i'm guessing I ran into my dimensional counterpart already."

Kade's glare didn't drop, his eyes sharp.

"You told him and Frankie your name was Cole."

"It's best if they don't get involved. I feel bad for lying to them, but it's for their own safety."

"That why you kicked our butts earlier? For our own safety?"

"I was trying to keep you all out of this, I was just trying to keep you out of the way."

"If you know so much about us, then why don't you know that it's our job to get involved with this crap?"

The visitor met his eyes, a pointed, cold, sense of emptiness in them.

"Don't do that... Don't pretend you know me...."

Cautiously, Charlie gripped his shoulder, feeling a pang in his heart.

"... How old are you?"

The visitor looked surprised, hesitating, but sighed.

"... Nineteen..."

"Nineteen..."

Charlie studied him carefully.

Was this was Cody- his cody- would look like?

He was slim, but near Kade's height.

But despite the scarring, the damaged cybernetic, what haunted him most, was the emptiness in his eyes.

His Son's eyes, so full of life, so vibrant, so kind, were now dull, pained, haunted by a darkness Charlie couldn't understand.

... What happened to him? What happened in his world to cause such pain?

"... Son-"

His face changed instantly, and he quickly pulled out of Charlie's grasp, his jaw clenching as he hissed out a slow breath, his eyes meeting the floor.

"Don't... I'm....I'm not yours, I'm not your son."

Charlie pulled away, another pang shooting through his heart as his eyes widened.

"I... I'm sorry..."

The air in the room grew tense, a heavy weight hanging overhead.

All except Kade, who only narrowed his eyes.

"... Look, Uh... Kade has a point."

Graham nervously trailed his eyes to the floor, feeling everyone turn to look at him.

"I'm sorry, but, you can't take on your Morocco alone. You're hurt, and most of your equipment needs repaired, if not completely rebuilt. As the Rescue Team, it's our job to take care of emergencies, and i'm pretty sure this counts."

Dani nodded, adding,

"Yeah, Alternate Dimension or no, you're still a Cody, right? That means you're family, and family takes care of each other. You're going to need us."

"... You have no idea how dangerous the Morocco of my world is!"

Dani practically snorted.

"He's Doctor Morocco, we have a guess. And, maybe you should tell us, then!"

"Is he... Human?"

Graham reflected on what he's been in the woods, the monster of twisted metal.

The visitor only sighed.

"... I don't even know anymore. Doctor Morocco.... He had this obsession with... Immortality."

Dani only groaned.

"Is there a version of him that doesn't?"

"He was obsessed with living forever, keeping his mind perfect for eternity. Once he discovered Cybertronians... He got... Ideas."

He leaned away from the bed, now able to support himself, but unsteadily.

"After he learned about them, he was convinced his human body was holding him back. So... he decided to upgrade. He fused his immortality technology into a robotic body, and implanted his brain inside."

Jaws dropped, and even Kade looked surprised.

"... Woah..."

"All he is now is a ghost of what was. But it doesn't matter what form he takes. He's dangerous. And he needs to PAY for what he's done..."

The pain in his eyes sent a flurry of dark possibilities through the minds of the team.

He slowly rubbed his right shoulder, His eyes closing as he grasped the metal.

".... I promised i'd hunt him down to the ends of the earth. Instead, i followed him across the fabric of reality. I won't stop now. I won't stop until I tear him to pieces with my bare hands."

Silence rang out across the room, heavy and swallowing.

Everyone exchanged glances with one another, shock and horror filling them.

Despite himself, a dark, ominous feeling sank deep into Kade's gut.

The visitor took an unsteady step forward, his face dark.

"Got any smart comments about that, hothead?"

Kade was quiet for a moment, then shook his head.

"Just wondering what happened to you."

The visitor stared at him, then slowly, barked out a slow, bitter laugh.

"Sometimes, I wonder that too..."

Charlie awkwardly cleared his throat, trying to redirect attention.

"Anyways... What do you say? Will you accept our help?"

Charlie gazed at him softly, trying to sound convincing.

"I Promise. We'll do anything we can to help you catch him."

The visitor stared at him, then sighed.

"... Do i have a choice?"

He moved to the side, spotting his equipment.

"Seeing as I don't have a choice, fine. But let me make one thing clear. Morocco. Is. Mine."

Charlie nodded sollemley, and the visitor sighed.

".... So, what now?"

"First, we need to talk to Doctor Mcswain about discharging you."

"Wait!"

Dani suddenly remembered something, explaining,

"Doctor McSwain has him on file as a John Doe, she's going to need a name."

The visitor sighed, pulling his jacket on over his bandages, surpised that somebody had apparently washed the blood out.

"Look, to avoid any confusion with my counterpart, why don't you all just call me... Cole?"

Charlie nodded, handing over his chest plate.

"If that's comfortable for you, we can call you Cole."

"Thank you..."

He buckled his chest plate in place, but struggled, his cybernetic sparking as it made erratic movements.

"Here..."

Charlie held him get it in place, frowning at the massive dent in the front.

"Hmm... After we get your discharge in order, Doc, can you fix him up at the lab?"

"Certainly!"

"No, No, I don't have time!"

Cole sighed as he pulled away from Charlie, clutching his Cybernetic as he took a step back.

"I need to find Morocco as soon as possible!"

"And we'll find him. Alright... How bout this? Doc, Graham, you and Boulder take Co- Cole... to the lab, and get him fixed up, and find a way to take out this Alternate Morocco. Dani, Kade, we'll do patrols of the island, and see if we can find any trace of him."

Cole reluctantly nodded.

"Alright... I'll go along with this, for now. But the second you find anything, i'm handling it from there."

Kade scoffed.

"Oh, I bet you will, "Cole"."

"And here we go, classic Kade!"

"Oh, I bet you know all about me, huh?"

Cole took a heavy step forward, jabbing a finger at kade.

"Yeah, I do! I know you're an arrogant hothead, and you HATE accepting that MAYBE, SOMEBODY KNOWS MORE THAN YOU!"

"You know what I know right now?"

Despite the near match in height, Kade was just barely taller, and kept his tone even as he stared into "Cole's" eyes.

"I know a thing or two about putting on a phony Tough Guy act. And I know that if you storm out there like this, you're gonna get yourself killed."

"You don't get to lecture me.... You have NO RIGHT to lecture me."

"And why not?"

"Because I've survived this long without you!"

He cut himself off, his eyes going wide, a thin gasp escaping him.

Kade's eyes went wide, before he sighed.

".... We done here?"

The visitor clutched his arm, pain etched across his face as he turned his back.

".... We're done..."

The implications of his statement rang cold, and charlie rubbed his neck.

"... Kade... Take a walk."

Kade shrugged, then motioned to Dani and Graham.

"A word?"

They followed him out, and as the door closed behind them, dug a hand through his pocket.

"... So... I think that's telling."

"You were too hard on him."

Dani gave Kade a pointed glare, and he only sighed.

"We needed answers, didn't we?"

"I wouldn't exactly call those answers a victory."

Kade stopped, and held out his find from the forest.

"... He dropped this, earlier."

"Is that... a comn?"

Kade clicked it open, revealing the photo inside.

"He hollowed it out, like a locket or something."

"Woah..."

Dani gingerly took it from Kade's hands, recognizing the photo instantly.

"Isn't that-"

"Yeah."

Graham leaned over Dani's shoulder, frowning as he studied the device.

"I don't get it... why a Comn?"

"Think about it."

Kade leaned against a wall, his eyes trained on the comn.

"We use the comns to comunicate, to talk to each other. If this one wasn't getting it's intended use-"

Dani traced the photo, a dark realization clicking inside her.

".... Then there's nobody to talk to..."

Kade nodded solemly, and Graham clicked the comn closed.

"... I guess that's it, then."

"Wasn't that hard to figure out."

Kade took the comn back, his eyes softening as he glanced back at the door.

"I'm not saying i'm totally on board here, but... IF that really is Cody... Then there's no way any version of us would just send him on a crazy mission like this alone. At least...."

Dani finished the thought, slumping against the wall.

"... Not willingly..."

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