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late-to-the-party-81 · 3 years

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ANGELS LIKE YOU

Summary

A small look into the relationship between Natasha Romanov and Clint Barton, examining their relationship and feelings for each other.

Author Notes:

N.B. - I haven't seen the Black Widow film yet - hopefully this is (mostly) canon compliant.

Not beta'd, hopefully it flows okay and their aren't too many grammar errors

I’ve copied this over from my AO3 account as an experiment as I’m getting used to tumblr

Track - Angels Like You by Miley Cyrus

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Natasha couldn’t pinpoint when the feeling of ‘wrongness’ had started, but she knew the exact moment it crystallised and could no longer be ignored.

Nine months ago Clint Barton had made a decision which changed both of their lives forever; he didn’t kill her. Instead he had brought her in, managing to incapacitate and capture the famous Black Widow, seeing something redeemable in her that she didn’t see in herself.

For the first few weeks the only people she had contact with were Clint and Nick Fury. It was Clint who tended her wounds, talked to her and reluctantly injected her with sedatives when she tried to attack them and escape. She was kept in a room which contained the bare minimum; metal furniture securely bolted to the floor – nothing to make a weapon from. Barely more than a prison cell.

But as the weeks passed, her fear diminished. She had never been scared of them, but she had been scared by what those in charge at the Red Room would do if they thought she hadn’t tried to free herself and return to them. If they had wanted her back though, they would have been here by now, surely? Therefore, she was no longer of use to them. Maybe they thought she was dead? But either way, it seemed that now she was free of them. She didn’t know what to make of that. Her whole life, her whole self, had been dedicated to them.

It would be easy to think that she had imprinted on Clint, like an orphaned starling, but they both knew it was more than that, the pull between them, this feeling of completeness in the other’s company. She knew he felt it as much as she did. And then one day, whilst training, preparing her for her first mission with SHEILD, the first major step in her new life, they had crashed together.

Lips, tongues, teeth. Hands scrabbling at clothes, nails scratching and breathless gasps. An absolute feeling of ‘rightness’ until it was followed by just that niggle of ‘wrongness’. She knew she loved him and he her. Surely this was what was supposed to occur between them?

Everything was odd between them for a few days until she literally bumped into him. His hands coming up to grasp her upper arms in reflex to steady her, his smiling face looking down at her. She thought he looked like an angel, the angel that had saved her. She didn’t know which one of them moved first, but they were kissing again, the heat between them undiminished. They made it to one of their rooms, full of the need to be close, completely connected. She remembers she cried out, remembers the tears that fell from her eyes as she was overwhelmed with it all.

From then on they were inseparable. They worked missions together, their skills complementary, and a bond that bordered on telepathic. Something happened in Budapest, but they never discussed it with anyone else.

Outside of missions there was barely an inch between them if they could help it, but the feeling of wrongness teased at the edges of her mind. She saw how Clint smiled to himself when they were out, undercover, and they he spotted families together, the father swinging around a giggling child. They observed family cookouts, couples together in restaurants, their love and affection on display for the world to see, and no cares except each other. She could never give him that. Never be able to give him the children he so desperately craved, despite him never voicing it. She didn’t think she would ever be able to relax enough in this life to have any of the other things either.

Natasha knew he could tell she was withdrawing. Their intimacy was still passionate and hurried; rough and fulfilling. But Clint was no fool. She needed him, in ways she couldn’t describe, but as he tried different ways to reach her, she knew, that eventually, it would end. She would make him miserable and he would hate her.

That end, the clarity of wrongness, came when she found him waiting for her, a bunch of flowers in his hand. He looked at her, sadness in his eyes, and he called her ‘baby’. They both knew this was it. She took his face in her hands and kissed him, soft and tender, the first and last time. That night their loving was slow, the most bittersweet of goodbyes. They had no need for words.

She left before sunrise that morning. She went to Nick’s office, unsurprised he was there so early. Without a word he slid a folder across the desk for her. A new mission. A solo mission. One that would take her away for months. Was there nothing this perceptive man didn’t know? It didn’t take her long to grab her ‘go bag’ from her room and then she was off.

But Clint didn’t hate her. He messaged her later that day, telling her to stay safe, and asked her to keep in touch when she could. It was awkward at first, but as they texted, then called, each other, they fell back into their easy rapport. When she finally returned he wrapped her in the biggest hug and they stayed up all night, eating pizza, talking and watching zombie movies.

Clint fell in love. Laura could give him everything he wanted. Natasha couldn’t help but love her too. Laura opened her heart to the other half of Clint’s soul, never jealous, never insecure. Then came Cooper, and Lila, then Nathaniel, and Natasha knew joy and love like she’d never known before. Her family, she realised, as unconventional as it was.

But with a snap of a mad man’s fingers it was gone, blown to dust. Clint, so bent on vengeance, abandoned her. And she couldn’t help but blame herself. Her soul, covered in red and violence had tainted his. Then, five years later, a glimmer of hope….

“Damn you!” There is hurt in his eyes as he realises she’s secured him to the rock.

“Let me go,” she commands, softly.

“No, please don’t.” Tears roll down his face, and she can see his heart breaking.

“It’s okay.” And she knows what she has said is true. If this works (and god, it has to work), everyone that she loves, that Clint loves, will return. This is a journey she has to make alone, her angel can’t fly down with her. She kicks off from the cliff, breaking his grip on her wrist and she falls. She loves him so much.

Laura stands, watching her husband. She doesn’t know how to comfort him. He is crouched down at the side of a grave stone. It was a quiet, private ceremony, as per the wishes Nat had given, many years ago. Clint is trying to reconcile the fact that he had to give up one part of himself to get another part back. He is angry and grateful and elated and sad and fucking traumatised. If he thinks too hard his head might explode. He screams, fingers curling into the dirt by the headstone of the empty grave. He screams and screams until his throat can longer make any sound and he is lying on side, sobbing. He feels Laura holding him, rocking him and stroking his hair, until at last he is able to return to his feet and be led to the car. He doesn’t know how he will go on without his angel with the red hair.

Notes:

This story has lived rent free in my head from almost the first moment I heard this song. Think what you like about Miley, but the emotion in the lyrics and her voice as she sings this - shivers!!! And I cry nearly everytime I sing along.

The pain of knowing you have to leave a loved one behind for their own good, because otherwise you will ruin them.

Okay, I'm waxing lyrical here, but please, do listen to it to fully understand this work.

#archive of our own #fanfiction #clintasha #mcu fanfiction

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29-pieces · 4 years

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Whumptober day 19 - Good Omens

Day 19: Mourning Loved One Fandom/setting: Good Omens, ~1970s Read on AO3 Read on FF.net

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It was just easier as a snake. Easier to avoid eye contact, easier to keep his face from revealing any "emotion" or other such nonsense. Easier to carefully wrap himself in knots around the angel and assure himself that the corporation beneath his coils was alive, whole, and safe.

"I think you could do with some rest," Aziraphale told him again, settling back on the couch with his book. "Why don't you sleep for a while? I've nowhere to be."

The snake currently wrapped around his arm and torso didn't reply, just stuck his snout down into another coil and closed his eyes.

If they both ended up snoozing in a nest of blankets and scales, well that was just fine.

:::earlier:::

Aziraphale was screaming. And bleeding. The demons only laughed and held the Hellfire closer to his skin until it blistered and split. Crowley was screaming too, voice raw with it by now. He knew the angel couldn't withstand the Hellfire much longer, and then the screams silenced and Aziraphale's eyes clouded over, leaving Crowley on his own.

:::earlier:::

Aziraphale reached a trembling hand towards Crowley, dragging himself over the ground and leaving streams of blood in his wake. The Hellhound pounced on his back with a vicious snarl, hackles raised and teeth exposed. Crowley shouted for him, but it seemed to be the signal the Hellhound was waiting for and it struck like a viper, fangs burying themselves in Aziraphale's neck so the angel choked and gurgled on a bloody cry before falling still.

:::earlier:::

Heaven had found out about their Arrangement, had learned that Aziraphale had given Crowley the precious holy water. The building housing Heaven and Hell was silent. Aziraphale's lifeless body hung suspended by hooks and chains on the ground floor, a grisly reminder for anyone who walked in the door what happened if the status quo wasn't maintained, a cold, stark reminder that Gabriel and Beelzebub came from the same stock.

:::earlier:::

Aziraphale was dead.

:::earlier:::

Crowley was the one who got Aziraphale killed.

:::eventually:::

Aziraphale gripped his sword tightly, wishing it was his flaming, angel sword, but any blade should do. He prowled through the dockyards, eyes and ears perked for any sign of his quarry. He would have liked to wait on Crowley for this, truth be told; after all, an echidna was half serpent, maybe a snake demon would have been naturally predisposed to be able to fight her better. But he'd been unreachable and this wasn't something Aziraphale could allow to continue until he got Crowley on the line.

The slithering of scales on rotten wood and desiccated leaves drew the angel's attention. He readjusted his grip on the sword and hurried in the direction of the sound. A derelict old office stood to one side, shuffling noises leading Aziraphale to the doorway. He took a breath, then raised his sword and dashed around the corner, only to stumble to a halt at the sight before him. He'd found his demon friend—strung up by his wrists to dangle over the dirty floor. Crowley's head was hanging limp, glasses gone and eyes closed. The monster he was hunting was sniffing his neck, her lower serpent half teasing its way around Crowley's leg.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale gasped, hardly the battle cry to strike fear into the heart of the echidna. The half-snake, half-woman turned to eye him with arrogance and irritation.

"Who are you?" she asked. "Never mind, pet, you'll jussst have to wait your turn."

"What have you done to him?" the angel demanded, pointing his sword at the creature. "Speak, I command you!"

The echidna sniffed. "I'm not under your command," she retorted. A long, forked tongue slipped past her lips and she licked the many puncture marks dotting Crowley's neck. "Mmm, thissss one is delicioussss. Watch thisss."

Before Aziraphale could stop her, the echidna's jaw unhinged, fangs protruding like something from a horror film, and she sank them deep into Crowley's throat yet again. A second later, the unconscious demon started to twitch and moan, swiftly building up through cries to full-blown howls. Tears streamed down his face but he showed no sign of true consciousness even once his yellow eyes opened.

"Stop!" the angel cried. "Leave him alone, foul beast!"

"Beassst?" the echidna hissed with a short laugh. "Everyone'sss got to eat, after all. Relax, thanksss to my venom, he hasss no idea what'sss happening." She giggled again and licked at the puncture wounds once more, much to Aziraphale's disgust.

His eyes flicked back to the demon, currently sobbing with pain or terror or both. Aziraphale had never seen Crowley in such a state, in all of their years together. Then, the demon whimpered, actually whimpered, and choked out,

"Please, Hastur, no..."

Aziraphale straightened, grip once again tightening as he demanded, "Hastur- he's hallucinating! That's what your venom does?"

"Mm," she agreed contentedly. "Ssshowssss them their mosssst terrible nightmaresss. You've no idea, the tasssste of adrenaline as hissss deepessst fearsss come true before hissss eyessss..."

Crowley's most terrible nightmares? Aziraphale felt the blood drain from his face at the mere thought; as a demon, Crowley would be all too familiar with the worst torments of Hell, and the idea of him reliving a single second he might have spent there or the constant fears of what they could do to him, no, it was simply too much to bear thinking of. With a furious shout, Aziraphale thrust his sword towards the echidna and attacked.

The battle was short-lived and ended with her slain on the floor and Aziraphale rushing to get Crowley down. The demon's hands were bloodless from having been bound so tight, ligature marks already standing out stark against his pale skin as Aziraphale wrested the ropes off of his hands.

"Crowley," he called, patting his friend's cheeks carefully. "Oh please wake up... my poor dear, you're not in Hell! Come back!" Even as he said it, though, Aziraphale knew there was most likely nothing to do but wait until the venom worked its way out of his system.

But not here, in the dirty, dilapidated building on his own. Trying to ignore the sobs and moans that he never wanted to hear coming from Crowley ever again, Aziraphale scooped the demon up in his arms and headed back out into the night.

Crowley had a flat somewhere, Aziraphale knew, but he'd never been to it and wasn't sure exactly how to get to it. In this state, he didn't want to simply leave the demon anywhere; best get him back to the bookshop, then. Hopefully none of the angels would pop down for a report on the affair. That would be a trifle difficult to explain, why a hallucinating demon was laid out on his sofa.

By the time they reached the safety of the bookshop, Crowley's condition was none better. Not sure what else to do, Aziraphale fetched a cool rag and contented himself to mop off the demon's brow. Crowley's eyes were open but faraway, trapped in whatever horrible nightmares of Hell his brain could concoct, and Aziraphale knew he had quite the imagination—a curse, in this instance.

Finally, after far too long, the demon slipped off into a fitful sleep. Even that seemed to be no mercy, as Crowley continued to thrash and cry out, sometimes even calling for Aziraphale—that was the worst, as the angel couldn't imagine what torments he was seeing and of course had no way to save him from it.

Finally, finally, Crowley's eyes peeled open once more, filled with trauma and pain.

"There you are, my dear," Aziraphale said softly, settling himself beside the demon on the couch. "Are you awake?"

For a moment, Crowley stared blankly at him, then gasped like he was taking his first breath and shot up on the couch.

"Angel-" He got no further, throwing his arms around a thoroughly shocked Aziraphale.

"Oh! Um... yes, it's me-"

"Aziraphale... you're alright... you- you're alive... you're alive!"

Well, that wasn't at all the reaction he'd been expecting. Aziraphale patted the demon's back, clearing his throat. "Erm, yes, I'm quite well. You were caught by that awful echidna, do you remember? She was poisoning you, I'm afraid, making you see your worst-"

"You were dead," Crowley blurted out, clinging all the tighter to Aziraphale, nearly wrapping himself completely around the angel. "You were dead, over and over and over, and I couldn't stop it, I- are you alright? Really and truly, you're alright? You're okay? Aziraphale?"

The angel was at a loss for words. But... that echidna... she'd distinctly said it would be Crowley's worst nightmare he'd be experiencing, but surely that had to be Hell? Torments untold? He'd even mentioned Hastur specifically...

"I'm alright," he said slowly. "Whatever you've been seeing, none of it was real. I assumed it would be Hell..."

"Hell, Heaven, everything in between," Crowley choked out. "They kept hurting you- killing you, I thought you were dead. I thought..." He coughed and pulled away, cheeks pink as he wrapped his arms around himself. "Er, anyway, no reason to make a scene. I'll just... I should go..."

"You're in no condition!" Aziraphale immediately protested, still trying to sort out in his mind how his own death could be Crowley's worst nightmare when the demon had literally lived in Hell. A mistake on the echidna's part, perhaps. An exaggeration, no doubt, about Crowley's "worst" nightmare rather than just any old uncomfortable one. Surely.

Either way, he couldn't bear the thought of Crowley being alone right now. "You've been kidnapped and poisoned and I won't hear of you going anywhere until you've had a proper sleep, not the sort she did to you. It's quite safe here. Why don't you curl up and have a little rest? Er, just until you- Crowley, I'm sorry but why are you looking at me like that?"

The demon didn't say a word, just continued to stare at him with fearful, watery eyes. Aziraphale coughed, then suggested,

"You're shivering. I'm going to fetch some more blankets. Make yourself comfortable, my dear, because I won't hear of you leaving until I'm convinced all the negative effects have worn off."

Nodding decisively, Aziraphale stood to go gather some more flannel throws and warm quilts, knowing how cold Crowley could get at times. When he got back to the couch, he was surprised to find a serpent coiled up on the cushions.

"Oh, Crowley..."

"Thought you were dead," the snake repeated, burying his head in his coils. "I- I thought..."

Shaking his head, Aziraphale sat down beside the snake and picked up a book that had been sitting on the table next to it. "Well, I'm still alive and kicking, as you see," he reassured the demon. "No need to fret. Now then, I think I'll just sit here for a while and read my book. Stay, won't you?"

Then he pointedly turned all his attention to the book at hand so as not to embarrass Crowley if the demon needed closer comfort. Sure enough, the snake slowly wound himself around his arm and chest as though just feeling Aziraphale there beneath his scales was the grounding proof he needed that the angel was still there, quite alive and whole. He'd expected Crowley wouldn't want any comments on the matter, so was surprised when a small voice hissed,

"You're not going anywhere...?"

Heavens, that venom must have done more damage than Aziraphale had thought. Crowley rarely made himself so vulnerable, so the angel kept his voice as light as possible. "Not in the slightest. I think you could do with some rest. Why don't you sleep for a while? I've nowhere to be."

Crowley nodded and closed his yellow eyes, burying his head again. It actually was quite comfortable there, laid out on the couch in the nest of blankets with the serpentine coils holding him carefully. Maybe a light snooze wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Breathing deeply, Aziraphale settled in, feeling warm in body and heart.

#whumptober2020 #no.19 #mourning loved one #good omens #fanfiction #Crowley whump #my poor snek boi #aziraphale to the rescue

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super-btstrash-posts · 4 years

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Telling Them You’re Pregnant

*Seokjin*

You hadn’t felt well in a few days and in the back of your mind you remembered the time where the condom broke while you and Jin were you know. At the time you weren’t worried because you have been taking birth control since you and Jin had began being intimate just in case something like that happened. Now you were getting worried because you felt nauseous all the time and you had thrown up this morning. You went to your phone and checked your period tracking app. Your stomach dropped when it showed that you were two weeks late marking the start of your period. You chewed your lip nervously. You immediately called your best friend and got her to pick you up a test and drop it by your apartment. You opened the door immediately when you heard the sound of the doorbell.

“Geez were you waiting by the door the entire time?”

She asks.

“This isn’t a time for jokes. I’m freaking out right now!”

You say.

“Y/N, it’s going to be okay. If you are pregnant Jin is going to be over the moon. I can tell that he really loves you. Even if this isn’t planned he is going to love you and your possible baby. Now suck it up and take these tests. Quit worrying before you are even sure that you are pregnant.”

She says.

You nod and take the bag out of her hand. There was a large bottle of water and two tests. You immediately take the water and start drinking as much as you could without feeling sick. You waited a few minutes until you felt that you needed to pee and took the tests and walked into the bathroom. You quickly took the test and placed the cap on it and walked back into the living room to wait the five minutes like the box had said.

“I’m so scared. I’m not ready for this.”

You say, chewing hard at your bottom lip.

“It’s going to be okay Jagiya.”

You gasped when you heard Jin’s voice.

“What are you doing here?!”

You ask, your head immediately turning to look at him.

“Y/B/F/N called me and told me what was going on. She knew that you would freak out if you were here with just her. So here I am and I just want you to know that whatever that tests says I’m going to be with you every step of the way. It takes two to make a baby and I will take full responsibility for everything. We have been dating for two years. A pregnancy scare or pregnancy is considered normal.”

He says, pulling you into his arms.

“I’m just so scared. What is your company going to think, the fans. What if they make you leave me? I can’t take care of a baby on my own.”

You say.

“You are everything to me and I’m not going to let anything like that happen. I swear.”

He says, resting his forehead on yours.

Your breath trembles when you hear the timer that you had set go off.

“Come on sweetheart. We will go and look at it together. Just remember either way I’m not going anywhere.”

He says.

You nod and he takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom. You take a deep breath and take the test into your shaky hands. You flip it over and gasped when the test clearly showed the word pregnant across the screen. Sobs immediately rack your body and Jin pulls you into his arms.

“Are you not happy? Everything is going to be okay.”

He whispers, rocking you back and forth.

“I’m just so overwhelmed. We are having our own little baby.”

You say, trying to smile through your tears.

He chuckles.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we are call everyone and tell them the news.”

He says, grabbing a makeup wipe.

You nod and allow him to clean the runny mascara from your cheeks.

*Yoongi*

You had found out you were pregnant a few days before Yoongi went on tour. You talked to his managers and explained everything and they had congratulated you and asked you how you would like to tell him. You came up with the idea to surprise him on tour. During the army sing portion that they had you wanted to surprise him by having them spell it out and display it on the screens while they sang Just One Day. The managers agreed that it would be the best surprise that you could get. BTS doesn’t ever really know when army sing is going to happen because the managers like to surprise the boys. So here you are waiting in the front row. The armies attending had been told everything and they were super excited for the next big part of Yoongi’s life that was going to happen. You knew that your announcement would come right before their last song and their ending statements so you got settled in to enjoy the show. You were careful the entire time making sure that no one bumped into to harshly. The boys all looked confused when the lights dimmed a bit and the screens lit up with army sing. You smiled as the boys enjoyed hearing their fans sing their song. The last bit of the song is when everyone lifts up their sign including you. They read ‘Yoongi, Y/N is pregnant. You are going to be a dad’ while you were holding a poster with a blown up photo of the ultrasound. You could see him reading the signs before he fell to his knees and bowed. You gasped when you saw his shoulders shaking indicating that he was crying. The boys helped you on stage and you immediately wrapped your arms around his shaking form. He immediately pulled you into his arms.

“I’m really going to be an appa?”

He asks.

“Yes Min Yoongi. You are.”

You whisper.

“Thank you.”

He says, burying his face into your neck.

You could hear sniffles from the rest of the boys and you looked around and there wasn’t a dry eye in sight. You smiled and wiped at your tears.

“I think you should thank everyone for helping me with this. Army has been the sweetest.”

You say.

He nods and you help pull him to his feet. Some of the staff had brought tissues out and he immediately pulls one from the box and tried to dry up some of his tears.

“Army!!! I’m going to be an appa! I’m so happy that you all helped my beautiful fiancé plan all of this.”

Everyone showed confused glances knowing that you weren’t actually engaged you Yoongi. That’s when Yoongi pulls something out of his pocket and drops down to one knee. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand.

“You’ve given me a reason to live. You are my light, a shiny star in the darkness. You have given me everything. You have helped me through everything from the stress of work to that one time that I broke my ankle and had to be on crutches and I was whiny the entire time. Y/N will you marry me?”

You could hear everyone including the boys chanting for you to say yes. You giggled and nodded your head wildly. He grinned and stood up and slipped the beautiful diamond ring onto your finger. He picked you up and twirled you around. You couldn’t help but to laugh. The boys came over and handed Yoongi a glass of champagne.

“To Yoongi and Y/N, to their unborn child, and to the new era of BTS!”

Namjoon says into his microphone holding up his glass.

Everyone cheered as the lights dimmed on the stage and everything got ready for their last song of the night.

*Hoseok*

You had gotten a call from Namjoon. Hoseok has overworked himself and collapsed during practice. You had a doctors appointment but as soon as you got done there you were on the way to the hospital to see him. You had just found out that you were pregnant and you knew that telling him would be the only thing that would help him start to take better care of himself. You were worried about what the fans would think but overall you were over the moon. You were going to be having a baby with the love of your life. You scrambled to Hobi’s room as soon as the elevator doors opened. You walked inside and Hobi was now awake and talking and laughing with his fellow bandmates. You immediately rushed over and threw your arms around him.

“I was so scared!”

You whispered into his neck.

“Babe, I’m okay. I just overworked myself and didn’t give myself enough breaks in between practices. I was just a little dehydrated that’s all.”

He says, rubbing your arms when he saw the tears rushing down your cheeks.

You nodded, and looked down at your fingers. It was now or never. All of the boys were in the room and their manager was as well. Might as well kill two birds with one stone. You took a deep breath and tucked some hair behind your ear.

“You can’t be worrying me like this anymore Hobi.”

You say.

“I know, I know. I just wanted to get things done today and I wasn’t thinking about anything else.”

He says.

“I’m serious Hobi. You can’t endanger your life anymore, we need you.”

You say, placing a hand on your belly.

He looks at you confused.

“What do you mean we? Did you adopt a puppy?”

He asks, clueless look on his features.

“No Hoseok, you are going to be an appa. You can’t do this kind of thing anymore.”

You say, lightly pressing his hand into your stomach.

You could hear gasps around the room and then Hobi’s sniffles.

“Hobi, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

You say, wiping his tears from his cheeks.

“I’m just so happy. Jagi, you have made me the happiest man in the world. My parents are going to be so happy. They are coming for the weekend, we should tell them then if you are ready.”

He says, pulling you down so that he would be able to cuddle you.

You looked around at all of the smiling faces that also had tears on the cheeks and smiled.

“Well, everyone else already knows and you know Jiminie can’t keep a secret for very long when it comes to things like this but I would prefer if you didn’t say anything for a while to the fans. I want me and Hobi to be able to announce it. The rest you guys can help plan. I just want this one thing all to ourselves if you don’t mind.”

You say, biting at your lip.

Namjoon immediately nods.

“Of course. This is your guys’ thing. You deserve the right to tell the world of your little sunshine.”

He says.

Everyone then immediately comes in to give a group hug.

*Namjoon*

Today you are at a filming of Run BTS, they were having a scavenger hunt. The boys would go around finding different items. You had just found out the you and Namjoon were expecting your first child together so you asked if you could do something during the show considering you had fertility problems and you were told that you would never be able to have a child and the news hit Namjoon pretty hard. The production team immediately agreed and you pulled out the things that you had prepared seeing as Namjoon didn’t know that you were here yet. You had a bib, a bottle, and a pacifier. They were going to shoot the intro that would be in another room while someone else hid the things and added them to the search list. You walked onto set and Namjoon smiled when he saw you. You gave him a smile and a small wave. You then stepped out of the way so that the filming could begin.

“So today we are going to be doing a scavenger hunt. It is going to be something really special but you guys won’t know just yet. The surprise is going to be revealed at the end of the show once everything is found. You guys can go ahead and grab the lists from the stack and then we will get started.”

The directer says, explaining the content for the show.

You smiled as you watched your love and best friend run around the building with cameramen following closely behind. You had one beside you.

“How are you feeling?”

They ask.

“I’m kind of nervous. I know that he will be happy, I’m just scared about everyone else’s responses. I hope that they are also happy though.”

You say, giving a smile.

The next hour was spent watching the boys try to find everything and now they were all back in the beginning area with all of the things that had collected.

“Okay so there is three things that aren’t quite like the rest. We want you guys to set them over to the side. Talk things out and try to figure out what they are and then the surprise will be revealed.”

The director says.

The boys immediately beginning talking and reasoning things out. You smiled as they set the objects to the side and confirmed their answers.

“Looks like you guys got all three items correct and I’m sure that you are all wondering why they were mixed in with everything.”

The boys all nod and agree. You gave a smile.

“Well, that’s where I happen to come in.”

You say, walking in front of the camera.

The boys look at you funny before you took off your sweater and showed your shirt that read ‘baby Joonie September 2020′ (you are three months with a boy). All of the boys gasped and all ran over to hug you but Namjoon who was still in shock. You could see the unshed tears on his waterline. You pulled away from hugging the boys and rushed over to his side and pulled him into a hug. You could feel the tears falling onto your shoulder.

“Is this real?”

He asks.

“Yes.”

You pulled out the sonogram photo and handed it to him.

“It’s a boy?”

He asks, bottom lip quivering.

“Yep. He should be here healthy and happy in September. The doctors said that everything looked perfectly normal. He’s a little miracle even if he wasn’t planned.”

You say.

“I love you, thank you.”

He whispers, face buried back into your shoulder.

*Jimin*

You had decided to surprise the boys while they were on their trip for Bon Voyage part 4. You were happy because not only did you get to see your boyfriend but you had also found out that you were pregnant. You were two months along lining up perfectly to the time that the condom broke while you two were having sex after you got back from your week long business trip. You were on birth control because sometimes Jimin forgets but apparently that didn’t work for you. You were happy because being in a relationship with him for three years, you two had talked about having children one day. That time is now even if it wasn’t planned. You had gotten a flight out a day after they did and now you were going to the campsite that they had set up at. You were feeling a little nauseous due to the bumps but they would stop every once and a while and give you some sprite so that you stomach would settle. You had opted to wear one of Jimin’s baggy hoodies and a pair of leggings because you were just starting to show and you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. You finally made it to the camp site and the boys were gathered around a fire. They looked up in confusion at the incoming car. You got out and Jimin immediately rushed to your side.

“Jagiya what are you doing here? I thought you had to work”

He asks, excited.

“I decided to take some time off and come and visit you guys. Work hasn’t been busy lately so it worked out.”

You say, playing it off.

“Well, come sit by the fire and get warmed up. Yoongi hyung is making some sort of wine that he wants everyone to try so you are just in time.”

He says, pulling you over to the campfire.

Everyone gives you a smile and a tight hug before Jimin gets impatient and pulls you down into his lap. Soon the wine that Yoongi was making was finished and he tries to hand you a cup. You shake your head and give it to Jimin instead.

“Do you not want any Jagi?”

He asks.

“I got carsick a little earlier and I don’t want to reupset my tummy.”

You say.

His face turns to one of concern.

“Are you sick? You usually never get carsick.”

He says.

“Well, there’s also another reason that I took some time off work.”

You say.

He looks even more concerned.

“Is it something bad?”

He asks.

You shake you head and give him a smile.

“I’m pregnant Jiminie.”

You say.

You could feel all of the boys staring at you by now. You could also see the tears in Jimin’s waterline.

“Really?”

He asks.

You nod and pull the end of his hoodie that you were wearing up. You had decided to wear a form fitting top. He gasped when he saw the small curve that he formed. He immediately placed his hand on it and gently rubbed.

“Wow. I really can’t seem to find any words right now. Our little munchkin is in there. How far along are you?”

He asks.

“Two months.”

You say, smiling.

He looked like he was going to ask a question but stopped himself, the tips of his ears turning red. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. In the distance you could see the cameracrew filming. You smiled knowing that you would be able to look back on this day forever.

*Taehyung*

It was officially Christmas time in Korea. The boys had some time off this year and you and Taehyung were spending it with his parents. Now the both of you were helping his younger siblings decorate the Christmas tree. You smiled as you watched how good he was with his younger siblings. This time next year you would have your own little angel to be with. You hadn’t told Taehyung that he would be a father yet. You were waiting until Christmas. You had gotten some baby socks and placed the sonogram picture in a box and wrapped it. You were excited to see his expression. You knew that he would be happy. You had been dating for three and a half years and he was talking about children after your one year anniversary.

“You okay Y/N?”

His mom asks, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You give her a smile.

“Yeah. I just can’t help but notice how much he loves them. It’s cute.”

You say, immediately missing your own family.

She smiles.

“He’s really good with family. He always has been.”

She says.

The days pasted quickly and it was finally Christmas. You watched as the presents got passed out. You decided to wait to give Taehyung his last present until everyone was finished opening other presents. Everyone had gotten quieted down and the younger were looking at their presents.

“I have one last present for Taehyung. I wanted to wait and give it last.”

You say, taking the box from behind your back.

You hand it to him and give him a smile. He opens it and once he sees the little socks and the sonogram his face crumpled and he threw his arms around you holding you tightly. His parents were asking what was wrong and trying to see what was going on when he pulled away and held up the small socks and the sonogram. They gasped and pulled the both of you into a hug.

“Congratulations you two.”

His dad says, giving you both a pat on the back.

“Thank you dad. I’m so happy.”

Taehyung says, a grin lighting up his face.

“I love you two so much. I know that you two are meant to be. I just can’t believe that I get to have a grandchild by this time next year.”

His mother says.

“We actually have about five months now. I’m actually due in May.”

You say, smiling.

“Jagiya! But how?! How have you hid it this long?”

He asks, pouting.

“I mean, you’ve been busy and when we are at home I wear baggy tshirts. I only found out about a month ago and I wanted to wait to tell you.”

You say.

“Do you have a bump yet?”

He asks, excited.

You giggled and raised up on your knees and pulled the shirt that you were wearing tight against your belly. He exclaimed in excitement when he saw the curve of it. He placed his hands on it. The both of you gasped when you felt a push against your skin.

“Did the baby just kick?”

He asks.

“Yeah. I guess they want you to know they are actually here.”

You giggle.

He pulls you into a kiss despite his family being in the room. You could hear his siblings ewing. You pulled away and cuddled into his side, a hand on your bump.

*Jeongguk*

Jeongguk was at the Melon Music Awards when he got a call from your best friend. He looked at his phone confused before he excused himself from the group and went out to the hallway to answer the call.

“Jeongguk?”

He hears your best friend’s voice.

“What’s wrong Y/B/F/N?”

He asks, hearing her sobs over the phone.

“Me and Y/N were going shopping at the mall and we got into a car accident. Someone ran a redlight and hit her side of the car. I only have a few scratches but Y/N got banged up pretty bad. They won’t tell me anything or let me back to see her because my name is not on the list.”

She says, getting hysterical.

“Y/B/F/N take a deep breath for me. I’m going to go and talk to the boys and then I will be there as soon as I can.”

Jeongguk knew that he had to be collected while on the phone with your best friend so that he didn’t freak her out more than she already was. He jogged back into the arena and pulls Namjoon to the side.

“Y/N got into a car wreck with Y/B/F/N it’s pretty bad. They won’t tell her anything because she’s not on the list of emergency contacts. I need to get down there and try to get everything figured out.”

He says, lower lip trembling.

Namjoon’s face contorted to that of concern. Namjoon could see the panic rising in the younger’s face.

“Yoongi, can you take Jeongguk down to the hospital. Y/N and Y/B/F/N got into an accident and I don’t want him going alone. I will get everything taken care of here. You guys get down there and see what is going on.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened and he got the keys from their staff. He placed a hand on Jeongguk’s shoulder and quietly lead him back to the van. He could feel his shoulders shaking as he silently sobbed. Turmoil was all in Yoongi’s stomach. You are his best friend and you had just called him yesterday overjoyed to find out that you were pregnant. You were waiting to tell Jeongguk. He couldn’t help but to pray that the baby was okay. You would be devastated if something happened. Yoongi drove as quick as he could to the hospital. They went to the front desk.

“Please tell me where Y/N Y/L/N’s room is.”

Jeongguk says, smacking his hands on the counter.

They tell him the room and he sprints down the hall, Yoongi running behind him. Y/B/F/N threw herself into Yoongi’s arms as Jeongguk rushed into your room. He let’s out a breath of relief when he sees the doctor there.

“Are you the boyfriend?”

He asks.

Jeongguk nods his head.

“What’s wrong?”

He asks, lip trembling.

“She’s stable. We had to give her a light sedative to put her to sleep. We had to give her some pretty intense medicine to stop the bleeding to try to save the baby-”

“Wait, baby?”

Jeongguk says, cutting him off.

“Yes. Ms. Y/L/N is about five weeks pregnant. The baby is fine though. In fact, Y/N should be waking up anytime now.”

He says, patting Jeongguk on his back before walking out.

Jeongguk felt his legs give out and he landed in the chair beside your bed. He was going to be a father.

*Jeongguk will get a part two. I feel like I can’t wrap it up in one part without it being too long.*

#bts reactions #btsfanfic #kim seokjin #min yoongi #junghoseok #kim taehyung #kim namjoon #park jimin #jeon jeongguk

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years

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Little Moments: Part 1

Pairings: Chris Pratt x Reader

Warnings: Memory Loss, angst, mention character death

Word Count: 3,438

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Life has moments- big or small, everyone has them. The small moments, like losing a baby tooth or riding a bike for the first time usually get lost in the jumble of bigger moments, like the time you broke your arm in the third grade or graduating high school. The thing about moments; however, is that in an instant, a seemingly small moment can alter the course of your life exponentially… and you never even see it coming.

This is one of those moments.

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You had a migraine before you even opened your eyes, which was typical for you in the past two years since your internship ended. To this day, you couldn’t figure out if people were just getting more and more stupid or if you were just noticing it more because you worked as a resident in a hospital emergency room. Just the other day you had a patient come in with seven nails through his hand (with a board attached to the other side to boot) because he pissed off his girlfriend while they were rebuilding their house. You sighed to yourself and moved your hand to rub the sleep from your eyes but something was holding you back.

“Hey, there’s my girl.” Your brow furrowed, causing your head to throb as you forced your eyes open. You couldn’t help but cringe against the blinding white lights that didn’t belong in your bedroom. With a groan, you rolled your head to find the voice that also wasn’t supposed to be in your bedroom and smarted the slightest bit to see a vaguely familiar man… in a hospital room?

“I’m up.” You said as you tried to sit yourself up, wondering how you managed to let yourself fall asleep in a patient’s room.

“Whoa! No, sweetheart. You gotta stay in bed for now.” Your stomach turned violently and the whole room spun, so you let yourself lay back on the bed for a moment longer as you nodded at the man who you assumed had to be the new chief of emergency medicine.

“Sorry, chief. It’s just been a long week.” You missed the confused look that crossed the man’s face as you reached up to pinch the bridge of your nose. You took a deep breath as your boss shook his head slowly.

“(Y/N)…” He tried as your co-worker, Abby called out your name.

“Thank God!” She said as she came into the room with tears in her eyes. “I was getting worried.”

“Um… OK?” You said as you glanced over at her. You studied her tear filled eyes for a moment as she leaned her hip against the bed you were napping in. “What’s wrong with you.” You watched her glance over at the chief, whose name you couldn’t remember for the life of you, before she looked back at you with a trembling bottom lip.

“Sweetheart… you were in an accident.” Your brow furrowed as you sat up and reached out for the tablet in her hands to see your chart.

“What happened?” You demanded as she tried to move the chart out of your reach. You growled, grabbed her arm and yanked her back over to your side. “Abs…”

“A drunk driver ran a red on your way home.” The chief said as he got up from his chair and sat down on your bed. Your face flushed and your fingers froze on the touch screen as you looked between him and your best friend.

“Wait… did I get drunk and go home with the new chief last night?” You whispered loudly as you glared at Abby. Her brow furrowed as the chief picked up your hand.

“Sweetheart… I’m not the chief.” The man said softly. “It’s Chris… I’m your husband.” Your head whipped toward him and the heart rate monitor started beeping rapidly as you gasped to catch your breath. You shook your head and yanked your hand back to look at your chart.

“No… that’s not right.” You gasped as you flipped to the personal information page. Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at the foreign name across the top- (Y/N) Pratt, M.D. “No… no, no, no.”

“Honey, it’s OK. Memory loss is common…”

“What year is it?” You asked as you flipped through your chart frantically, not really seeing any of the information there. “Year!”

“2017.” Abby said softly. “It’s 2017.” You burst into full blown sobs and shook your head.

“No… no it can’t be. It’s 2010…” You covered your face and finally felt the bandages wrapped around your head. Your sobs wracked your body harder as you curled into yourself on the bed. “This isn’t happening…”

“I’m gunna go get doctor Masters.” Abby said softly as Chris gently rubbed your leg with tears falling silently down his cheeks.

“It’s gunna be OK, baby.” He said gently yet unbelievingly. “It’s all gunna be OK.”

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“Retrograde amnesia.” Doctor Stephen Masters said as he stood at the end of your bed with his arms crossed over his chest. “It’s common with a TBI. You had a lot of swelling and bleeding in the temporal and occipital lobes but we managed to get it all under control with surgery…”

“OK… when can I be cleared to go back to work?” You interrupted, choosing not to care about what happened to you. Chris sighed beside you as he continued to rub his temples and Stephen slowly shook his head.

“(Y/N), you haven’t worked here for three years.” Your brow furrowed and you shook your head.

“No, that’s not right. Why would I…”

“You wanted to travel.” Chris sighed as he rested his arms on his thighs. He kept his green eyes on his folded hands as he shook his head. “After we got married, you wanted to travel with me when I filmed so you could see the world…”

“Why the hell would I give up my job to travel?” You asked as you looked over at him. “I was happy…”

“You… ugh.” He sighed as he sat up and scrubbed his hands down his face. “You wanted a family and didn’t want to be an absent mom…”

“That’s bullshit.” You grumbled as you absentmindedly rubbed your hand lightly across the fabric of the black and blue flower patterned scrub cap you had borrowed from Abby and wrapped around your now bald head.

“He’s telling the truth.” Stephen said carefully as he leaned his forearms on your bedside table. You shook your head and let your hand fall into your lap with the other.

“OK, well that’s not what I want anymore. I wanna go back to work…”

“(Y/N)…” Chris tried as your boss… your former boss held up his hand toward your ‘husband’.

“One way or another, I can’t clear you to go back to work for a couple months.” He said as he stood up straight again. “My suggestion to you, for now is to go back home. You know as well as I do that submersing yourself in a familiar environment is the best way to bring back your memories.” You nodded at him as you fiddled with the edge of the blanket across your lap.

“Alright… well fuck, I guess I’m not in my apartment anymore?” You asked as you glanced over at Chris. He shook his head and glanced over at you.

“We live in the Hills.” You sighed loudly and nodded your head.

“Alright, well let’s get me the hell out of here, please. The faster I remember this shit, the faster I can get back to work.”

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“Any of this look familiar?” Chris asked carefully as he lead you into your massive house late that evening. You shook your head as you paused in the off white entry way to look at the photos on the wall. You obviously recognized yourself, though you looked a little older than you remembered but the man beside you was still unfamiliar.

“This was from right before our first red carpet together.” He told you as he pointed to the first photo. “You didn’t normally go with me back then because you were so busy with work but this was the first movie I did where I had a lead role. It’s called Guardians of the Galaxy.” You nodded slowly as you studied the professionally done picture as if it were going to unlock the recesses of your mind. You looked stunning in a floor length, green, chiffon gown that did match Cris’ eyes and his tie. “You changed four different times before landing on this dress because it matched my eyes and made yours pop.” You pursed your lips and nodded because it really did make your (Y/E/C) eyes pop. He took a step back and pointed to the next photograph with a small sigh. You looked at the obvious portrait he took, holding out the camera as far as his arms would allow as you were showed off an engagement ring with a giant smile on your face. Chris was kissing your neck with a giant smile on his own face and you both looked so incredibly happy.

“This was in Kauai, where I shot Jurassic World. I had a day off filming and we spent the day at the beach. I…” You glanced over at him as his words caught in his throat and tears welled in his eyes. “We, um… we got engaged that day. And six months later, we got married in Vegas because we didn’t want the paparazzi to ruin our day.” He pointed at the last photo; a picture of him holding you bridal style. You had on a short, mid-thigh length white dress, white heels and a bird cage veil that covered the left half of your face and Chris was decked out in a black suit. You had his face cupped in your left hand and neither of you were looking at the camera.

“Our room’s this way.” He nearly whispered as he hiked your hospital bag up on his shoulder and turned away without looking at you. You gave the three photos one more glance before following after him on the hard wood floors through a white living room. You glanced out the French doors along the back wall at the large pool with a gorgeous grotto and waterfall in the middle as Chris cleared his throat.

“This is us.” You nodded slowly as you paused in the doorway of your bedroom. Your head tilted to the side slightly as you studied the four poster bed. It was a dark, black wood and had a silk, gauze fabric draped decoratively around the top and down the four corners.

“Did I pick out this bed?” Chris whipped around and dropped your bag on the beige carpeted floor.

“Do you remember?” You shook your head and stepped into the room.

“No… well… sort of. I remember seeing this in a home and garden magazine a few months… well… a few years ago, I guess. It just wouldn’t have looked good in my apartment.” You could see the sheer disappointment on his face as he nodded and looked at the bed to conceal his pain.

“Yea, it wouldn't have. So I’m gunna sleep on the couch, you can take…”

“No, I can take the couch, it’s fine.” You offered as you took a step back. Chris shook his head and gestured out into the living room.

“The couch makes your back hurt when you sleep on it. I don’t mind it.” You nodded as he showed you where your dresser, the bathroom and your bathroom products were before turning to head out of the room. He paused at the doorway, giving you a small glance over his shoulder as his mouth floundered with unspoken words. After a moment, he shook his head and pulled the door closed behind him. Tears finally welled in your eyes as you looked around the unfamiliar master bedroom and pulled off your scrub cap. Without a word, you crawled into bed on what you hoped was your side and cried yourself into a restless sleep.

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You didn’t sleep for long at all. By three AM, you were wide awake, staring up at the black painted ceiling and the thousands of stars that appeared to twinkle in the moon light that poured in through the window. You had always been fascinated by astronomy so you knew you had to have been the one behind the design you hadn’t noticed when you first came into the bedroom. After forty-five minutes of simply laying there and gently tracing the outline of the bandage that ran along the entire left side of your skull, you forced yourself out of bed.

You were grateful to yourself that you had kept your scrubs in a box in the back of your closet because none of the outfits that hung in the closet felt like ‘you’ at the moment. From fancy dresses and tops to flowy skirts and leggings to gym clothes that you knew you had had since med school; all you wanted was to feel comfortable and ‘normal’ again and none of that fit the bar. You pulled out the cleanest pair of scrub pants from the box, and snagged a UCLA muscle shirt before finding your broken cell phone from your hospital bag and Abby’s scrub cap off the bedside table and sneaking out of your bedroom.

You found yourself on the top rock of the grotto, staring at the city light dimmed night sky. Just like you always had, you instantly missed your home town. You came from a town so small you could throw a rock from end to end in the middle of the country but the starry night sky was indescribable. When you first moved to California for school, you realized that was one thing you took for granted. You pulled your phone from the pocket of your scrubs and went to try and call the only family member you had, your older brother, Paul, but realized that you couldn’t unlock your phone.

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at the unfamiliar photo that was your lock screen background. Chris was dressed in a red, leather trench coat and pointing a toy gun at you with a playfully menacing look on his face. You towered over him on stilts, holding on to his shoulder for balance as you gripped your stomach from laughing too hard. You couldn’t help but wonder how you managed to forget seven years of your life. Not only was it such an odd number but you had never seen a traumatic brain injury make you lose years. Typically it was only a few days, weeks, or months lost or everything. Never something so obscure as seven years. But injuries were never by the book so why should this be any different.

“(Y/N)?” You glanced over as Chris stuck his head out the back door and looked around the poorly lit back yard. You gave him a weak, unseen smile and wiped the tears off your face.

“Here.” You said weakly as you sat up on the rocks. He nodded and stepped outside.

“Figured as much. I can usually find you out here when you can’t sleep. Can I come up?” You nodded at him as he hesitated at the bottom of the stone steps that were built in to the stone structure.

“I was gunna call Paul.” You said softly as you showed him the phone that was temporarily useless to you. “But I can’t unlock this.” You heard him sigh as he sat down beside you and gently took the phone from your hand.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. But… um… well, Paul… his cancer came back.” Your breath caught in your throat audibly as your husband hit the home screen button. “He fought for so long but we lost him on August 12, 2012.” You nodded at him as he put in the numbers 081212 and handed you the unlocked phone. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” Tears fell from your eyes as you turned off the screen and unlocked it once more.

“Did he suffer?” You whispered as a few tears landed on the screen. Chris shook his head as he pulled his knees up to his chest and draped his arms over them.

“You made sure he didn’t. You and Abby made sure that his pain was medicated away and he spent his last moments in our back yard with you, watching a meteor shower.” You burst into body wracking sobs and covered your face in your hands. Very carefully, Chris reached out and rubbed your back. “That’s the star map on the ceiling of our room. You painted it by hand all by yourself to cope.” He turned away from you as tears welled in his eyes and he took a deep, steadying breath.

“That’s part of the reason you wanted to travel with me but you didn’t talk about it. You finished your residency in the fall of 2013 and a year later, you went on the road with me. We wanted to start a family and you told everyone that was your reason for leaving but I knew it was because of Paul. So did Abby.”

“I’m still friends with her, right?” He finally looked over at your tear stained face, nodded and huffed a laugh.

“Oh, yea. You two are nearly inseparable when we’re in town. She still lives in your old apartment… but I’ll let you two catch up…”

“Did she marry that Jeff guy?” Chris nodded as he took his hand off your back and draped it back over his knee.

“Yea. Two years ago. And yes, you were the maid of honor. No kids yet.” You nodded some more as you adjusted the cap on your head.

“So what do I do now?” You glanced over at him as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Well when we’re in town you go for a walk with me in the mornings through Runyon Canyon park. Then you usually catch up on your shows; Grey’s Anatomy, House, Chicago Med… You like to correct the shows on their medical inaccuracy by yelling at our TV.”

“Yea that sounds like me.” You giggled. He huffed a laugh and nodded.

“You edit your photos as well. That’s what you do when you travel with me. I go to work, you sightsee around the city and take pictures. You made an Instagram…”

“What’s Instagram?” He glanced over at you and you could see him frantically fighting back his tears.

“It’s um… well it’s an app that you can share pictures on. Kinda like a combination of Facebook and Twitter but for photos.” You nodded at him and made a mental reminder to look that up to see if it brought back memories.

“OK. What else?”

“Well, you go to lunch with Abby when she has a day off. You two go shopping a lot. But when we’re in LA, we spend a lot of time at home. It’s our days off so we usually just spend time together, go to the beach if it’s nice out. You’ve dragged me to Disneyland more times than I can count.” You giggled and looked up at the stars.

“That sounds like me, too.” He nodded in agreement as he looked up at the night sky with you.

“We’ll get your memory back, sweetheart.” He said softly after a few minutes of silence. “We’ll figure this out together, no matter what.” You glanced over at the man that was basically a stranger to you as tears fell down his cheeks. “I’ll get my wife back.” You reached out slowly and rubbed your hand on his back, startling him. He met your eyes and you nodded reassuringly as the ER doctor in you surfaced.

“I’m sure we will. I’m sorry this is happening to you.” He shook his head and wiped the tears off his face as he stood up.

“It’s not happening to me, (Y/N). It’s happening to you.” He turned around to head back down the steps but avoided eye contact. “I’m gunna go make some coffee and jump in the shower. I’ll pull up Netflix, too. Give you something to do until your appointment later today since hiking is out for a while.” You nodded at him and curled into yourself on the rock as he headed around the pool to go back inside. As you watched him pull the door closed behind him, you burst into tears again.

Part 2

#Chris Pratt x Reader #Little Moments

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ouatimaginesnetwork · 7 years

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“Dream Come True” Chapter 12

Hey guys! Here’s the next chapter, super angsty. Enjoy!

~Hannah Banana :)

It’s been two weeks since Robbie left and you miss him like crazy. You talk everyday on the phone but this time Robbie texted you, he seemed stressed. “Hey (y/n), we need to talk. Can I call you?” His text makes you panic, and almost immediately your mind jumps to different conclusions. Your hands shake as you hit the call button. “(Y/n), I was just about to call you,” his voice comes through the phone. “Robbie what’s wrong? You seem stressed. And worried,” you reply back in a strained voice. “Well, this is a bit awkward, but I don’t want you to worry. It’s just, my ex-girlfriend, you know Jade, well she was cast as my characters love interest,” Robbie groans through the phone. Your breath catches in your throat and you feel as if your world comes crashing down. “(Y/n), god, please say something. Anything,” he pleads from the other end. You take a deep breath and say, “Robbie, what does this mean? For us? Why are you telling me this?” He launches into a full blown explanation, “(Y/n) I don’t know how it happened. I think she did it on purpose, but I asked the director to fire her already, I even threatened to leave, but he won’t do it. I’m so sorry (y/n), god I’m just sorry. But it won’t change anything, it won’t, I haven’t loved her for a long time. I love you and only you. I swear. I’ll leave if you want me too, but I promise, nothing would ever come of it, no matter what she tries.” You listen closely and when he’s finished you reply, “Robbie, Robbie it’s okay, I believe you. I’m just glad that it doesn’t change anything for us. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I trust you Robbie, I just wish these 2 months would go by faster.” “(Y/n), you are seriously the best girlfriend ever. I miss you too, I want you to come visit. Will you, will you come visit me this weekend?” he asks. “Of course I will, I’ll book a flight now." After a pause while searching for flights you say, “Alright there’s one on Friday at 11. I could take off work and come then?” “It sounds great, god I cannot wait to see you,” Robbie replies. You sigh into the phone and say, “Me too. I have to go now, I love you Robbie.” “I love you too, (y/n),” he hangs up the phone. You immediately begin packing.

Friday afternoon, Vancouver airport

You frantically search around, looking for Robbie. You spy his emerald green eyes through the crowd and run up to him. “Robbie!” you grin like a little kid and throw yourself around him. He catches you in his arms and chuckles, “Gee someone sure missed me.” You lift your head up from his shoulder and plant a kiss on his lips, the first you exchanged in two weeks. You pull back breathlessly and say, "I missed you.” “I missed you too,” he pulls you closer. People bustle around you, and Robbie lifts your suitcase, leading you out of the door.

About 20 minutes later you arrive on set, Robbie again apologizing profusely that he had to work. “Robbie it’s okay, I’m excited to watch,” you assure him. Pretty soon you find yourself sitting in Robbie’s chair, watching him film a new scene. In this particular scene, Robbie’s character was being tortured, and it was hard for you to watch. Every fake lash, you winced. As soon as the director yells cut, he walks over to you and you meet him half way. “Are you okay? It all looked so real,” you gasp. Robbie chuckles and hugs you. “I’m fine darling, really. There’s no need to worry,” he tells you. You sigh and say, “Oh alright. Any more filming today?” “Nope. I’m all yours babe,” he shakes his head. You smile and say, “Great! I can’t wait to spend some quality time with you.” “Me too,” he agrees. The two of you stroll hand in hand, about to leave the set when the dreaded ex-girlfriend walks up to you. “Oh so this must be the new girlfriend. Hi I’m Jade, so nice to meet you,” she smiles, but you can tell that it’s very fake. “Nice to meet you too,” you fake smile back. “Well, here’s the call sheet for tomorrow Robbie, see you then,” she hands the call sheet to him and her hand lingers on him, leaving you very uncomfortable. Robbie, however, doesn’t seem to notice. After a beat her hand is gone and you and Robbie are wandering off set, towards your hotel.

Back in your hotel, Robbie basically throws himself on you, but you pull away. “Darling, whatever is the matter?” he looks at you. “Nothing, it’s just that Jade. I don’t know she rubbed me the wrong way, I mean she basically held your hand,” you admit your true feelings. Robbie shakes his head profusely and says, “I swear to you nothing is going on. She’s moved on, and obviously so have I.” You take a deep breath and say, “Alright, I guess. I’m sorry, you’re right.” “You don’t have to worry (y/n),” Robbie assures you again. “I’m not,” you tell him. His lips find his way back to yours and his sweet tongue enters your mouth. You sit in Robbie’s lap, kissing him passionately, but you can't shake the thought in the back of your head, that something’s going on between them.

The next morning you roll over and open your eyes to find Robbie gone. You sit up and hear the shower running. 5 minutes later Robbie emerges, fully clothed and ready for the day. “Ready?” he asks you. “Hardly,” you laugh and gesture to your pajamas. “Well hurry up darling, I’ve got to be on set at 9,” he tells you.

40 minutes later you and Robbie find yourself on set, as he gets ready for the next scene. “What’s the next scene about?” you ask one of the producers. “It’s the scene where Jade’s character reveals her feelings for Robbie,” he replies. You swallow the lump in your throat as the panic begins to rise up within you. All too soon the director yells action and your eyes watch in horror as the scene before you unfolds. Jade hardly looks like she's acting when she says, “Tommy, I can’t hide my feelings for you any longer. I love you, Tommy.” Robbie reacts by pulling her into a deeply intimate kiss, placing his hands on her cheeks in the same way he does to you. Red hot jealousy strikes through you. “I love you too,” Robbie says. It sends a dagger into your heart and your eyes are swimming as the scene ends with the two of them walking off hand in hand. Before the director can yell cut, you run off to the bathroom, tears pouring down your face. Every part of you wants Robbie to come after you, but he doesn’t.

1 hour later you step out of the bathroom, tears dried, no evidence of your meltdown on your face. Robbie sees you, smiles, and waves you over. “Where were you?” he questions. “Oh just went for a walk,” you lie. “Well I’m glad you’re here now,” Robbie pulls you into him and you stand there under his arm, while the director goes over the next scene with them. Your mind wanders back to the scene and you look over to see Jade smirking nastily at you. As soon as the director finishes you decide you can’t be there anymore and turn to tell Robbie. “Robbie, I don’t feel well, I’m going to go back to the hotel okay?” He turns to you worried and says, “(Y/n) are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting strange.” “I’m fine, I just need to lie down,” you tell him and head off for the hotel. Robbie stares after you in confusion, you didn’t even kiss him before you left the set. It wasn’t like you to not be affectionate. Jade immediately comes up to him and says, “Geez what’s her problem. Come on Rob, let's grab some lunch before the next shoot.” Robbie flinches at the use of her old pet name for him. Perhaps you had a point. He shrugs and follows her aimlessly.

Back at the hotel you collapse on your bed in tears and begin to babble to yourself. “I’m not crazy, you can’t act that way right? He has to love her, that’s the only explanation,” you sob in the empty room. You peel yourself out of your clothes and throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. Your hair is thrown into a messy bun and you take your makeup off. The tantrum made you sleepy, but you still continue to sob, leaving a redness in your eyes and on your cheeks. Finally, sweet slumber takes over and your eyes droop shut.

Robbie’s pov

He hated that he was such a wimp. He didn’t even bother correcting her when she called him Rob, and he followed her to lunch. All through out the meal his mind kept saying, “What are you doing? You’re going to ruin the only good thing in your life. Get out of here!” “Robbie are you listening to me?” Jade pulls him out of his daze. “What, no sorry, what’d you say?” Robbie replies. “I was just saying (y/n) was acting weird today, don't you think?" Jade says. “Well, I suppose she was, in fact I think I better go back and check on her. I’m sorry,” Robbie gets up and leaves. Jade stands up and stares at him walking away, wondering what he saw in that way too weird girl.

Regular pov

You’re still fast asleep, and as a result, you don’t hear Robbie enter the room. He walks over to your form lying on the bed, and immediately notices the redness around your eyes. “God, (y/n), what am I doing wrong?” he wonders aloud. Robbie slips off his socks and shoes and rolls into bed next to you, snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He doesn’t fall asleep, rather, worries run through his head about what upset you and what he could do to fix it.

An hour later, you roll over and see Robbie next to you. “Robbie,” you whisper. In response he shoots up and says, “(Y/n), you’re awake! What’s wrong, I know you’ve been crying.” You sigh and turn away, saying, “Nothing’s wrong Robbie, everything’s fine.” He yanks your hand into his and begs, “(Y/n), please talk to me!" “Alright fine!” you shout back. “I just I couldn’t watch that scene today, you with her. It was so embarrassing because it was so clear you still had feelings for her, and she does to! So if you want to be with her, then that’s fine, just let me go. But for god’s sake don’t leave me hanging,” you cry. He stares at you in disbelief and furiously runs his hands through his hair. “(Y/n), god, why can’t you see, I have only eyes for you! I swear it! You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, I would be lost without you,” angry tears roll down his cheeks. You continue to cry and say, “Then how come I feel this way?” “I don’t know,” he replies softly, “I don’t know, but I realized you might have been right about Jade. We went to lunch today and”- you cut him off. “You went to lunch with her? Robbie can’t you see that’s why I’m so paranoid? She wants you back. She wants me out of the picture.” “You may be right about that,” Robbie finds himself admitting. That response confirms all of your fears and you get up and begin to pace the room. “Robbie I think I should go. I don't think it was a good idea for me to come visit this weekend,” you say as you begin gathering your clothes. Robbie stops you and pulls the suitcase out of your hands. “(Y/n), what are you saying? Please don’t go we need to talk about this,” he begs. You turn to him and take a breath, “What is there to talk about, I shouldn’t be here, it’s humiliating, Robbie.” He angrily pounds his fist against the wall and says, “Christ, why can’t you understand, you’re the only one I love. I’ve never connected with anyone like you before. You were meant for me, I love you.” You plop down on the bed, and pause, lost in thought. “Robbie why are you with me? I’m being insanely jealous, and crazy clingy, so why do you like me?” you murmur. He stares at you in shock and kneels down next to you. “Are you kidding? (Y/n) I thank god every day that I met you. I don’t normally believe in meant to be, but you made me believe in that. I believe you came into my life for a reason, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you go this easily. Besides, you have a right to be jealous, that girl is insane, and she’s nothing compared to you. (Y/n) I’m sorry, but nothing is going on between us. We’re just acting. Even if she does want me back, it doesn’t mean she gets me now does it?” he turns to you. You lightly chuckle and say, “No, I suppose it doesn’t. Robbie I’m sorry I’m such a loon. I didn’t mean to screw this visit up. And now I have to leave tomorrow and we’ve barely gotten any quality time together.” “You’re not a loon darling, you have every right to be skeptical of her, believe me. Lucky for you I don’t have to film tomorrow so we can do whatever you like,” he smiles at you. You almost immediately jump on top of him and begin passionately kissing him. Your hands roam up and down his bare back underneath his shirt, taking him by surprise. Robbie’s fingers stay wound in your hair, he knew you were uncomfortable with roaming hands. But not this time, after 5 minutes you finally decide to take matters into your own hands and move his hands from your hair to your stomach. Robbie pulls back and stares at you in surprise. “Are you sure?” he asks breathlessly. You nod. That’s all it takes for Robbie to push your shirt right up over your head and his lips to move right to your collarbone. His left hand begins to pull your bra strap down and he bites the top of your chest, making you moan. His tongue explores your midriff, sending shock waves down your spine. “Robbie,” you gasp, clutching his hair. He smirks up at you and his mouth moves lower and lower, closer to your center. Your body shakes as he pushes your underwear aside and begins to pleasure you. “Robbie god, that feels so good,” your voice quivers. Robbie hums in response into you, making you whimper and bit your lip. Before you know it, the waves of ecstasy hit you. When your pleasure subsides, Robbie gets up and lays on his back next to you on the bed. He lays his head on your bare chest and you move your hands to run through his hair. The two of you lay there, breathing in sync with each other. “Robbie I’m sorry,” you whisper. He bends his head to look back at you and says, “(Y/n), you don’t have to be sorry for anything, stop apologizing.” You nod and continue to run your fingers through his hair. He lays his head back down and murmurs, “God you are so beautiful.” The comment makes you smile and you begin to drift off into a hazy sleep. Robbie follows suit.

The next morning you wake up late to find your position changed. Robbie laid sideways across the bed, and your head was in his lap, arms wrapped around his legs. Robbie picks his head up and looks down at you. “Morning sunshine,” he chuckles. You playfully roll your eyes and sit up in his lap. “What should we do today?” you rub your eyes sleepily. "Hmmm, I’m not sure, maybe we could go out for lunch?” he suggests. “That sounds lovely, I brought a nice outfit. I can’t believe I have to leave tonight,” you whine. He laughs and says, “I don’t want you to leave either, but I’m already almost a third of the way done shooting. I’ll be back home before you know it.” You make a puppy dog face and pull yourself out of bed, walking over to your suitcase. You pull out a strapless, yellow floral sundress and light pink flats. You hop in the shower and quickly rinse off. When you emerge in the white towel, Robbie laughs to himself. “What?” you smirk at him. He laughs again and says, “Well, you remember that one night when I stayed over because it was really late? It was before we were dating.” You nod and Robbie continues, “Well, I saw you slip out of the shower in a very similar white towel and that’s the first time I realized how much I really cared about you.” You tease him and say, “Wow what a perv, checking me out and not telling me.” Robbie chuckles and kisses your forehead as he walks past you into the bathroom. When he emerges he sees your beautiful summer outfit and smiles. You look darling,” he brushes your curls behind your ear and wraps his arms around your waist. You smile to yourself and say, “Where are we headed?” “I know this great sushi restaurant from when I was hear for season 3 of Once. We’ll take an uber,” he responds.

10 minutes later the two of you are in the back of an uber headed towards the restaurant. When you arrive, you find yourself back in your normal routine with Robbie, joking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. All too soon the meal comes to an end and you announce that you should probably head back to the hotel to pack up. Pretty soon you find yourself driving up to the drop off at the Vancouver airport. Robbie tells the driver he’ll get out with you, because he wants to talk to you. Robbie helps you to check your luggage and the two of you sit down in a Starbucks inside the airport. “I really just wanted to come in to make sure your okay. If you want me to come back to LA at any time, I will, I’ll be on the next flight out. Don’t hesitate, and please don’t push me out again, tell me what’s going on, I care about you and you mean the world to me. Please just talk to me,” he takes your hand in his. “Will you promise me that, please?” he pleads. “I promise, I’m sorry I’m not the best at communicating. I’ve never really been in a long term relationship,” you admit. “I’ve never been in a relationship that meant this much to me,” he replies. “I’m gonna miss you,” you say, deciding to continue to be honest. “I’ll miss you too (y/n), so much,” he kisses your hand. You sadly glance at your watch and say, “It’s time for me to go.” Robbie sighs and stands up, walking you to your gate. People were already boarding and you turn to Robbie, a tear in your eye. “Robbie I love you,” you hug him fiercely. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you too (y/n). Call me when you get home,” he tells you. You nod and a tear slips down your face. “Darling please don't cry. I’ll be home before you know it,” he says wiping the tear away from your cheek. “I’ll try,” you nervously half laugh, half cry. Robbie smiles and says, “See you soon gorgeous.” You smile back and say, “See ya.” You make yourself turn away from Robbie and board the plane. Robbie watches you walk away and sadness overtakes him.

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