#like tired-sob-screaming y’know?
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I’m cool in the way that I can make the song “The Sound - 7 Layers Sessions” by Noah Gunderson apply to Almost Any dndads character with only Slightly changing the meaning
#specifically Normal and Ron I think#I’m willing to elaborate but I won’t unless prompted lmao#(/nf!!)#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dndaddies#the sound#noah gundersen#the sound - 7 layers sessions#it’s such a funky little song#very good for screaming 10/10#but not like screaming-screaming#like tired-sob-screaming y’know?
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how to (properly) make tomato soup | gojo satoru
.. it’s three pm, you’re sick, and satoru takes it upon himself to take care of you (except there’s one problem: he does not possess any shred of culinary ability whatsoever).
content: 1.7k words, no explicit gender mention but pet names like angel and baby are used, gojo being silly while geto is absolutely done w his bullshit, reader has a migraine, mainly a self indulgent comfort/crack fic
when you feel the pounding in your ears again, tears start to form in your eyes. fuck, you just can’t help it.
you’re tired. so tired of the constant headaches–the migraines that plague your days and make staying awake completely unbearable.
the familiar ache settles in, but you can tell that this time, it’s much worse than usual. the nauseating pressure that can be described as thousands of needles pricking the back of your eyes, the blinding light in the room that’s assaulting your vision, the overwhelming sounds around you that are so intense to the point where you want to do nothing but cry.
so… that’s exactly what you do.
you succumb to the pain, letting out a choked sob that arguably just makes everything worse. tears slowly make their way down your cheeks, and you put your head in your hands to simultaneously muffle your cries and shield yourself from the light around you. you want to turn off the light. your head screams at you to turn off the light, but you’re so dizzy that you can barely even move.
“y/n?”
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the first call of your name barely registers amidst the ringing in your ears. you hear it when your name is said a second time, though, and you feel yourself coming back to your surroundings.
he’s… here.
your boyfriend, satoru. yeah, he’s here.
head still buried in your hands, you carefully move one of your fingers to peek at him. he’s crouched down in front of you, a look of concern on his face. he’s saying something…
“where does it hurt, baby?” you’re still so stunned that you can’t find the strength in you to speak. so you close your eyes and point to the area where it hurts the most, sniffling. “is it okay if i massage that area, angel?”
throughout the midst of all your pain and tears, your heart manages to swell. it swells for satoru, because he’s here–he’s present, and he cares about you.
you manage out a small nod, eyes still shut. you let out a shaky breath—a breath that you just found out you were holding, since everything hurt so much that you forgot to breathe.
satoru massages your temples gently, even making an effort to softly wipe the tears off of your face. he feels your forehead with the back of his hand and frowns at your temperature. you’re starting to burn up. “s more than a headache, baby. i’m gonna take you to the bed, okay?”
this was going to be a long afternoon.
he carries you bridal style to your bedroom and gently places you on the mattress. he turns off the lights and draws the blinds shut, providing a welcome respite from the sensory assault just moments ago. you exhale a sigh of relief, slowly opening your eyes as you wipe the dried tears off your face. he climbs into the bed with you, and you instinctively cling to him for support as you wrap your arms around his neck. it hurts. everything hurts, but satoru’s presence makes it slightly more bearable. “my poor angel. have you been overworking yourself lately?”
you bury your face in his neck, finding comfort in being close to your boyfriend. he presses a feather-light kiss on your forehead, and it makes you want to cry again. “maybe. the headaches are getting worse.”
“you should take it easier on yourself. i can’t have you cryin’ like this. not on my watch,” he remarks, making sure to keep his voice low as not to overwhelm you. “y’know, if your migraines were a person, i’d make sure to hollow purple ‘em. no hesitation.”
a soft laugh escapes you, but you regret it almost immediately as it just intensifies the pain. he lets out an apology, but you just huff.
you close your eyes again, exhaustion taking over as your eyelids grow heavier. satoru slowly releases himself from your vice grip, much to your chagrin. you try and weakly protest, but he just shushes you gently. “just go to sleep, baby. i’ll be right back, okay? when was the last time you ate?”
“hm… i remember having a little bit of breakfast when i woke up-”
“alright.” he says, making a mental note that he should make food. “i’m going to go make you something, okay? i promise i’ll be back soon.”
“...don’t burn down the kitchen, please.”
“i can’t promise that, though.”
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“you found the soup packet? okay, finally. now you just turn on the stove…”
satoru’s a little embarrassed to say that he doesn’t know how to cook.
growing up, he’s had practically everything served to him on a silver platter, so he never had to worry about making his own food. and frankly, despite your statement earlier being a joke, he is genuinely afraid to burn the house down. so, he has his best friend suguru on a video call right now, teaching him–gojo satoru, a twenty-eight-year-old man–how to make instant soup.
“the stove?”
“yeah…? don’t tell me you don’t know-”
“-no, no. i know how to turn the stove on. of course i do.” it feels like he’s trying to convince himself more than suguru. the camera shows satoru in his kitchen, sweating profusely and glaring at the stove like it’s his biggest enemy. satoru has fought countless curses in his life, has had near-death experiences multiple times, and even faced the king of curses himself, but he thinks that everything pales in comparison to this task. he tries to turn the knob, but it won’t budge. “what the hell?-“
“satoru-” it seems like the azure-eyed man doesn’t hear him as he keeps trying to turn on the stove (suguru swears he hears him muttering the phrase “with this treasure i summon”, but that’s not even his technique). he can’t help but facepalm for the hundredth time during the duration of this call. “satoru!”
he finally gets his attention, and satoru looks at his phone and sees geto with a look that screams “are you fucking kidding me?”—or really, just a look of utter disappointment. “you’re turning the stove the wrong way.”
“...”
he turns the knob the opposite way, and the burner sets ablaze instantly.
“oh, yeah… um, i definitely knew that.”
“satoru, how do you survive whenever you’re not on a mission?”
“sometimes i think about that too, really. i think it’s because y/n is the one who always cooks.”
“you think i can’t tell already?”
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much to both of their surprise, satoru managed to make a pot of tomato soup. it only took him approximately forty-five minutes. satoru seems so proud of himself, meanwhile suguru looks so ready to block his number and never talk to him again.
he pours some of the soup into a bowl, and places it on a tray. he also takes a few painkillers from the medicine cabinet–along with a bottle of water. he thanks suguru for helping him, and is about to hang up but stops short when his best friend freezes. “wait, hold on. did you turn off the stove?”
and after making suguru swear on his life to never speak of this event to you and airing out the house to get rid of the smell of smoke, gojo satoru, “the strongest”, thinks he’s the first ever man to somehow burn a pot full of soup.
“it’s an impressive feat, really.” he claims.
suguru just says that he should never be allowed near a kitchen ever again, and satoru actually finds it in himself to silently agree.
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an hour has passed, and he sets the tray on the nightstand, relieved that the past hour of his life is finally over, never wanting to do that ever again. you’re sleeping soundly on the bed, and he almost doesn’t have the heart to wake you up, but he knows that you have to eat something. he turns the nightlight on and gently taps you on the shoulder as you wake up with a stir. “toru? s’that you?”
“it’s me. can you wake up for me, baby? i promise you can sleep again after, but you need to eat.” when you slowly sit up from your sleeping position, he places the tray on your lap and softly coaxes you to eat. you take a spoonful of soup into your mouth, relishing in the flavor as you’re just now realizing how hungry you are.
“this is good,” you say, letting out a smile. the nap helped you come back to your senses a little, and you can finally breathe a little easy now that the pounding in your head has eased. “didn’t know you could make this.”
“yeah, well, you better savor it.” cause i’m never making that again.
when you finish the soup, you swallow a few painkillers while taking a greedy gulp of water from the bottle on the tray.
just in case the pain comes back, you think. though you really, really wish that it wouldn’t.
satoru sets the tray on the nightstand, and you settle back into the covers, wanting to just sleep the rest of the day away. satoru follows not long after, turning off the nightlight and letting out a yawn.
you bury your face in his neck once more, kissing him on the cheek. “thank you, for um—for all of this.”
“s nothing. just promise that you won’t overwork yourself again, okay?” he says, carefully caressing your cheek with his thumb.
“i’ll try not to.”
“hey, you can’t say just that. you have to say, ‘i promise not to overwork myself again, toru. i love you, and thank you for the tomato soup.’” he says while poorly imitating your voice, and you can’t help but laugh.
“okay, okay. i promise not to overwork myself again, love. i love you so, so much.” you say while peppering kisses all over his face, and he’s so glad that the lights are off so that you’re unable to see how his cheeks are beet red. “thank you for taking care of me… and for the soup. it was good.”
and as your eyelids begin to grow heavy once more, satoru thinks that his efforts aren’t in vain after all. because the sight of you, finding comfort in his presence, stirs a little bit of determination from within him. and maybe, just maybe, he’d take it upon himself to learn how to properly cook, not just (partially burnt) instant soup, but a real meal for the next time that you’re feeling like this.
and as he watches your chest rise up and down as you sleep, he can’t help but whisper, “yeah. next time, i’ll make you more than just soup. i’ll cook something special, just for you. ‘nd i won’t burn the pot again, either.”
because for you, satoru would do anything as long as he gets to see you happy. and part of that includes learning how to (properly) make tomato soup… and more.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo satoru x you#gojo x reader#gojo satoru fluff#gojo fluff#gojo satoru comfort#gojo comfort
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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞. pt.2
P.1
summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..
warnings: slight angst, swearing, not that much this time, let me know is i missed anything.
purple: Mia
pink: y/n
orange: Chris
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I scream in a pillow as I’m letting out all my angry and sad tears. We’ve been here for hours ever since we got home from the party.
“It’s okay y/n..” Mia reassures me while rubbing my back in slow circles.
I look at her dead in the eyes.
“Y’know.” she cuts herself off by clearing her throat.
“Not to make you feel bad or anything, but I never thought he was good enough for you.” she speaks again.
“I just didn’t say anything because i didn’t want to make you think I didn’t like him, I mean now I definitely don’t.” she says as she places one of her hands on her chest.
I laugh a bit, “You should have at least warned me before this all started, I just wasted a whole year and a half of my life.” I reply.
I face plant into the pillow as she frowns at me.
“Look at the bright side! now you’re free, you can do whatever you want.” she speaks, attempting to cheer me up.
I don’t respond.
She sighs harshly.
“C’mon get up, let’s pack his stuff and drop it off.” she says as she tries to drag me out of bed.
I groan and sit up.
“Fine, can you go grab that box on the floor there?” I say almost above a whisper.
She nods and pulls it in front of me.
I take off his promise ring and the matching necklace that I swore I would never take off and throw it in there, remembering every detail of the day he gave it to me.
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Chris and I sat at the empty beach watching the sunrise.
He clears his throat and breaks the silence. “Hey I got you something.” he speaks with the biggest smile on his face.
I smile seeing his face light up.
“What is it?” I ask confused but intrigued.
“Wait one second.” He says holding up his finger turning around to shuffle around his bag.
A few minutes later he turns back around with that charming smile.
“I got you these since your the best girlfriend ever, i’ll never ever hurt you. If i do i’d hate myself for life, I love you Y/n Rose, Macy.” He says pulling out the most beautiful ring and necklace i have ever seen.
I gasp as I feel genuine tears of happiness stream down my face as he puts on the necklace and slides on the ring.
I look at the ring once more.
I smile and lunge onto him engulfing him in the tightest embrace ever.
“I love you so much Chris.”
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I feel tears dwell on my waterline as Mia picks up his clothes all around my room.
Mia looks at me and drops the clothes on the floor to hug me.
I sob into her chest. She glances at the box and sees why I’m crying.
“Poor baby..” she says so quiet that if you didn’t listen you would’ve missed it.
Her words only made me cry harder.
“It’s okay y/n, just cry, let it out.” She says softly.
At that, I start wailing and gripping the back of her sweatshirt.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re hurt because of what he did. But sooner or later you’re gonna realize that men ain’t shit, you have to learn to be strong on your own. I know you can.” She says quietly stern.
I start to calm down a bit and pull away. I sniffle and Mia wipes my tears with her thumb.
“You don’t know how much you mean to me Mia, you’re literally my favorite person on this planet.” I say, my voice shaking a bit.
She smiles at me and bends down to pick up the clothes and drops it in the box, covering the ring and necklace.
I watch it disappear under the clothes.
I stand up and walk over to my shelves where all his gifts are.
I swipe them all with one arm and carry them over to the box dropping them in.
Mia leaves the room and comes back with a paper, marker, and tape.
I plop down on the bed and roll over, lost in my thoughts.
Mia tapes the box shut and tapes the paper on top of it.
“Chris’s stuff”
I groan and look at the time. “3:24am”.
“Hey Mia, are you tired?” I question sitting up against the headboard.
“No, you?” she says crawling next to me.
“Not at all. I want to do something, to Chris.” I say with confidence.
Mia opens her Mouth to speak.
“We can start off with something like this.”
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“So how exactly is trashing his house gonna make him feel the way i felt?” I question Mia as she parks down the street.
“It’s not, it’s just gonna let you release your anger. This is just the start. Also, don’t tell your mom I said to do this. I’m not a bad influence I swear. I want your mom to actually like me.” She says grabbing the bags in the backseat and opening her door.
I grab the box of Chris’ stuff and hop out the car as well.
“What are in those bags anyway?” I ask Mia while walking beside her.
“Ohh y’know just eggs and toilet paper.” She says shrugging.
I roll my eyes and chuckle.
“You’re fucking crazy, that’s a waste of money!” I speak with a smile plastered on my face.
“I do this for you! I’d do anything for you because you know I love you.” Mia replies.
My smile grows wider that my cheeks start to hurt. “Awee, Mia I love you so much.”
“Love you more.” She says and kisses me on my cheek.
we make it to Chris’ front lawn, he started living alone and learned how to drive since he wanted to be “independent” after his brothers called him immature.
Nick and I, we’re best friends. I don’t think he knows that me and Chris broke up cause of what he did.
Matt and I, we know each other very well. He knows how to calm down my anxiety and is a very good listener.
Anyway, I drop Chris’ stuff on the front porch and walk back towards Mia.
I dig through the bag and pull out a carton of eggs.
Chris’ car wasn’t in the driveway so that means he’s out doing god knows what at 4am.
Mia pulls out a pack of toilet paper with about 15 rolls in it. She hands me one and I chuck it onto his roof.
I grab another one. Chuck it again.
Another one. On the tree.
I grab an egg and start throwing them at his windows and garage door. Mia does the same.
-
We soon run out of supplies and take a picture then run back to her car.
We laugh nonstop while running down the street.
Once we hop in her car, we decide to stop by the stop for snacks then go home.
“Did that help your anger?” Mia asks while looking towards the road.
“Very much did.” I reply with a huge smile on my face.
I turn on bluetooth and connect my phone to the car speakers. “Now let’s listen to music!!” I say as I hit shuffle on my playlist.
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Mia and I are watching a movie still on a high because of what we did.
“I can’t believe we just did that! His house looks like a mess!” I say while laughing.
Mia is laughing as well. She can’t even form a word as she keeps laughing.
“Ok ok focus on the movie now.” I say smiling as Mia nods and turns back to the tv.
We soon doze off to sleep at 6am.
when I wake up, I’m met with 99+ notifications all from Chris.
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a/n: uh ohhh what did he say?! guys this is just leading up to the climax just as Mia said “this is just the start.” i literally almost fell asleep proofreading this 🤦♀️ But im working on a matt one shot and matt series so for all u matt girlies i have a treat for u!!
tags: @gnxosblog
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Are You Ready? | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)
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↳ ❝ Price
35 “One of my biggest regrets was not telling you how much I loved you sooner” ❞
: ̗̀➛ Price is finally home, and you can't quite believe it.
: ̗̀➛ swearing, anal fingering, dry humping, dirty talk, Daddy kink, praise kink
: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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You fidgeted uncomfortably in your bed, tossing and turning all night whilst the television continued to play quietly, bathing the entire room in a dull blue light; beside you, Price hardly even stirred, hardly even paused as he slept so soundly beside you.
Completely and utterly knocked out from recently coming home from deployment; he was exhausted, in all honesty, but who could blame him?
When he had spent days looking into the eyes of boys hardly older than fifteen, blank and lifeless stares glaring into his soul; when he spent hours hunched over a desk and writing letter after letter to mothers and fathers, telling them that their babies had died. That their babies who would never return home to loving embraces, to hot home cooked meals and to soft, kind and loving words.
When he had spent days marching in mud up to his knees, blisters on his feet, sores on his legs and burns on his fingertips; endless miles of mud, with only rats, fleas and lice to keep him company. After all of that, who could ever say that he was to blame for being so tired, for being so fucking exhausted?
Who could ever say that he was to blame?
But unlike Price, you couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that you were upset, or that you were tormented by anything, but it was the mere fact that you were just so happy to have him home; you were fucking giddy to have him home, you just couldn’t settle down. It was uncomfortable to lie in bed, but it was so good to have Price home at last.
All you wanted to do was jump on him and scream in his face about how much you had missed him; but you knew that he needed to rest, so you did try and keep yourself a little bit calmer than what you would have wanted. But you couldn’t believe it.
You felt him shift beside you, a harsh groan coming from the back of his throat as his hand drifted down, grabbing your ass and pulling you flush against his body.
“I missed you,” Price grumbled sleepily, pulling you on top of him and gently rocking his hips against you. “Y’know that, right?”
Your hands went to his chest as you pushed back against him, nodding as a breathy moan left your lips. “Four years tomorrow, baby… four years together, and I miss you more and more every time.”
He pushed his hips up against you, grinding. “Four years, and one of my biggest regrets was not telling you how much I loved you sooner.”
You swallowed thickly, pushing down your pyjama bottoms to expose yourself to him, moaning softly when he slipped his ring and middle fingers into your ass, slowly pumping them in and out as you whimpered for him to keep going. “John… fuck…”
“You like that?” He breathed out, and when you agreed, he picked up the pace. Fucking you with his fingers as he felt you clamp down around his thick fingers. “‘M gonna fuck you and fill that pretty little ass… make you so fuckin’ full…”
“Unf!” You squeezed your eyes tightly shut for a moment, hips bucking as you ground down against his fingers, your mouth falling agape and giving him the perfect excuse to capture your mouth with his.
Sucking your tongue before grabbing the back of your neck and harshly grinding against you; you could only whimper, so needy and desperate for him that all your words seemed to fail so miserably, so terribly.
All you could think about was how good his cock would look buried inside your ass, slick with lube and hammering into you; how good his cock would feel as it stretched you until you could hardly take it anymore, until you were sobbing and biting down on the bedsheet as it became wet and squelched with your spit and tears.
“You thinkin’ about it?” Price huffed, gently nibbling at your neck. “How good my cock would look as I bend you over and fuck you… you’re gonna look so good when I stuff you full of my cum… you’re gonna look so good…”
You let out a harsh breath, shuddering against him as you felt it wash over you; your legs shook harshly, thighs trembling as you bucked against him and allowed yourself to let loose at last. Sharp short breaths coming from your mouth as you fucked yourself against his fingers. Your eyes shut tightly, you could feel yourself coming undone as you thought more about it.
The slapping of skin, the smell of sex filling the room, the sounds of grunts and growls and soft whimpers. The feeling of his skin on yours; Price grumbled softly under his breath, slipping his hand to you and letting your cum coat his skin as he tilted his head back slightly.
“That’s it, baby,” he praised softly. “Cum for me, c'mon.”
“D-Daddy,” you gasped out, trying to fuck yourself against him even more desperately, wanting to feel it all over again. “Please… please… wanna… wanna cum twice…”
“Oh, baby,” he breathed out, pulling his fingers from your ass and flipping you onto your back. He settled between your legs, his hands on your thighs as he grinned tiredly. “Do you want my cock, now?”
You nodded desperately, mouth agape and drool slipping from the corner. “Please…”
“Yeah?” He whispered, gently tracing your jaw. “You sure you can take it?”
“John,” you growled softly, tugging at him. “Please don't be a tease…”
Licking his lips, Price smiled down at you, attacking your neck as he kissed and bit and sucked at the skin until you were bucking your hips against him, begging for him. “Four years together, and you've never been hotter than you are right now.”
You laughed softly, playfully slapping his chest and rolling your eyes fondly. “Four years, and I've never wanted you to fuck me as much as I need you to right now.”
“I see your point,” he growled out, palming at himself for a moment. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
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I can actually see misa possibly haunting Mikey, not out of malice of any kind but because she hadn’t been gone for very long and hadn’t instantly moved on when he suddenly showed up. She’d probably feel so guilty that she left him that was and that he had to be the one to find her
Hamato ghostie
Mikey lays on his bed. It is day three. He hasn’t moved.
His family comes in to bring him food at mealtimes.
April tries to get him to go outside, exercise, dance, do something requiring movement.
Karai asks him when he wants to try practicing with his mystic powers again. He always says he’s tired.
‘Phael lets him use his plushies for hugs when he isn’t around.
DvD does his best to talk things over with him, but Mikey rarely talks back.
Leon pesters him the most, trying to get him to eat or move or talk or do something other than wallow and lay in bed and rot away.
But nothing helps.
So Mikey is alone again tonight, three days after Misa’s death.
His dinner is sitting cold on the bedside table. He’s picked at it, but he isn’t hungry. His appetite has shrunken these past few days. Every time he tries to eat, he thinks of the birthday cake he got for her, and his stomach turns.
He hugs his pillow close to his chest, flexing the friendship bracelet he made for his dearly departed sister across his fingers.
“Mikey…”
He doesn’t turn. He doesn’t want another talk about how he can’t let himself waste away… he knows they’re right, but he doesn’t have the energy to do anything right now. He just twirls the braided orange and pink thread between his fingers…
“You gotta get up sometime, buddy.”
“Don’t wanna…” he mumbles. “Too tired.”
“Probably because you haven’t eaten all day,” the voice says, coming closer and messing with the plate. “Come one, just one bite? For me?”
“It’s cold now.”
“I wonder how that happened… Mikey, I’m sorry that you’re feeling this way, but you can’t just—“
“I know!” he argues, pressing his face into the pillow. “I know, I know! She wouldn’t have wanted this, I get it! But… but it… hurts too much…”
“…I’m so sorry, Mikey,” the voice says quietly, as a gentle hand strokes his head. “I never meant to hurt you like this.”
“What do you mean, hurt me—“
Mikey turns over. His eyes pop.
She’s standing there. Here. Now. How? She… she…
She’s all glowing green and stuff. She’s… a Hamato spirit?
“…Misa…?” he asks weakly.
“In the flesh!” she says with a wink. “Except, not really… well, you know what I mean. Oh, hey!”
She reaches over to Mikey’s hand and pulls away the bracelet. It fits over her wrist, slowly glowing green as well.
“Wow, is this for me?” she asks. “It looks just like my old one! Did you make this?”
“I… uh… b-birthday…” is all he can manage.
“Oh,” she says softly, realizing. “…I’m sorry I couldn’t open it before. It’s the perfect gift, Mikey.”
She reaches down and holds him in a gentle embrace. Mikey can feel her. She’s real… she’s… she’s real!
He throws himself onto her, sobbing hysterically as he does all he can to keep her with him.
“Don’t go!” he begs, sobbing so hard he can’t catch his breath. “D-don-n’t l-l-leave me a-ag-g-gain! D-don’t — hic — don’t g-go away — hic — ple-ease!”
“I’ll stay for a little bit,” she promises. “But I’ll have to go eventually.”
“No!” he screams, tightening his grip. “Y-y-you can’t — hic — can’t! You can’t — hic — you can’t leave me again!!”
“Mikey, sunshine,” she coos, rocking him back and forth. “You may not always see me, but I never leave you. You might not always feel me, but I’m with you. Even ghosts have to go home sometimes, too!”
“But n-n-not yet!” he begs, rubbing his face into her shoulders and chest. “Please? Stay?”
“I’ll stay if you eat something and promise to get better,” she compromises. “You don’t want to end up like me just yet, y’know!”
Mikey whimpers and squeezes her even tighter.
“Too soon?” she chuckles nervously.
Mikey manages to finish his plate and talk for a while with Misa before he eventually tuckers out and falls asleep. Misa kisses his head and takes the bracelet before vanishing…
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#i cried again babe#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt misa#rottmnt angst#until i found you#until i found you au#rottmnt until i found you#ficlet#short story#tumblr asks#tumblr writers
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Hi lovely! Can you please do a one with a platonic angel dust X reader where the reader has a contract with Vox and the two of them bond over their shitty “bosses?” And the reader works as Vox’s bodyguard! I think it’d be so cute if they walk to vee tower together whenever their bosses call them in and never leave without each other! I’d imagine at first Angel soundly really care much for the reader, but after he joins the hotel they become great friends!
A/N: This one isn't really long so I'm sorry! I did my best 🥲 Writing a platonic story was harder for me than I thought </3
Word count: 831
Platonic! Angel Dust x Reader
You worked at VoxTek under Vox and you absolutely hate every second of it. You get the shorter end of the stick considering his hypnotism doesn’t work on you so you saw him for who he really was. You stayed at the hotel after finding a loophole in your contract with Vox. Every single day was more so annoying than anything. Considering you’re his bodyguard, you would have to go everywhere with him and catching up with Vox, the overlord that can zap into any electric device and teleport away, wasn’t really the easiest thing to do. You looked forward to getting out of work and hanging out with the hotel staff everyday.
One specific day, Vox decided to meet up with Valentino for the day during one of his shoots. There you met the famous Angel Dust. You two clicked as soon as you met, constantly talking about your contracts together and finding loopholes. You didn’t fail to notice how he held himself back from you a lot of the time, not really opening up and keeping up a mask. So you decided to try and get him into the hotel.
“Angel!” You called out to him. He just finished his shift, looking more tired than usual. “Rough shoot?”
He laughed and elbowed you, “Yeah. Rough.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed with him. “Okay that one was on me.” The two of you started walking home, chatting about your day.
“Hey so. I’d like to say we’ve been…y’know…friends for a while but I don’t even know where you stay.” You looked at him, “I’d wanna come over for drinks some time.”
He rubbed the back of his neck, “Ah. I don’t know…I live with Valentino.”
You choked on your own spit, “You live with him? Where have you been going every time we get off of work?”
“To the bar. Clubs.” He shrugged, “Anywhere with alcohol and drugs, honestly. I hate living with him so staying away for as long as possible is ideal.”
“You know…” You began, “I stay at the Hazbin Hotel. It’s really not that bad.”
“Y/N where are you goin’ with this?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“You could crash with us, y’know?” You suggested. He was about to protest against it but you quickly stopped him. “Think about it! We get to be roommates, they have a bar and we can drink together and we get to go to work together!”
You shook his arm, “C’mon Angel! Pleaseeee?” You whined, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could.
“I…I don’t know. Val wouldn’t be too happy with that.”
“Fuck Val. Fuck Vox. Fuck the Vees in general!” You exclaimed, “It’d be nice to have you around. You can’t have drugs there though.”
He groaned, “What? No drugs?” He whined, “Where’s the fun in that?”
“You trust me, don’t you? It’ll be plenty of fun. They got a bartender that I think is just your type.” You winked, elbowing his side.
“Hmmm…I don’t know, Y/N.”
“Angel I will get on my knees in the middle of the sidewalk and start screaming, crying, sobbing and begging.” You threatened him. He looked at you dumbfounded but the look of determination was clear in your eyes.
He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, “Ah fuck it. Sure. Take me to this hotel. I don’t got stuff like that anyways.”
You squealed in excitement, practically dragging him to the hotel. As soon as Angel got there, it didn’t take long for him to get used to the place. He definitely liked Husk, the bartender you mentioned earlier, as soon as he saw him.
You helped Angel practically move out a box of things he had at Valentino’s along with his pet, Fat Nuggets. It was fairly easy sneaking around the blind moth for you. After moving him into the hotel, you took notice of him getting happier by the day.
He still had to work with Valentino as you did with Vox. It wasn’t long for you and him to grow closer everyday. So much so that you two had a system going on in the morning.
Your daily routine with Angel would be getting up and getting ready at the same time, him helping you with your makeup for the day and the both of you going to work. Every shift sucked but it sucked a lot less ever since you two stayed together.
Angel confided in you more and you’d do the same. You would help him stay sober, drug wise. Every now and then the two of you would go out with Cherri Bomb, causing mayhem in the city and fighting in turf wars.
Hell wasn’t easy but with your new best friend by your side and a surprisingly good support system at the hotel, everyday gets easier.
You just wished you could get the both of you out of the contracts that bind you to the Vees one day.
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this is @weneedtotalkaboutfic's fault, as it so often is.
The last thing to go into his bag is his toothbrush, and Bitty stands there holding onto it for minutes on end, like maybe as long as it’s not packed none of it is has to be real.
“Bitty?” Jack asks quietly from somewhere outside the bathroom, and when Bitty looks up he sees him in the mirror, hovering by the doorway with his shoulders hunched. His face is pale and blotchy. Bitty’s is, too.
The toothbrush is Samwell red. Jack got it for him back in August, before he even saw the inside of this apartment; Bitty found it sitting on the counter the first night he spent here. So you’ll have a spare when you come over, Jack said earnestly, awkwardly, and what Bitty heard was, I want you here. He can’t bear to leave it behind now, when he’s already walking out on much more important things.
“I hate this,” he says, even though he really shouldn’t. Not when they’re both hurting so badly as it is. A part of him is angry that this is the first time they’ve had alone together in months and they’re wasting it on this. The rest of him knows that if they go on like this, sooner or later one of them’s going to break, and there’d be no way to put the pieces back together.
Neither of them are willing to do that to one another.
“Me, too,” Jack says. His voice is hoarse from crying. Bitty wants to drop the toothbrush and turn around, throw his arms around Jack and hold on tight, tell him that it’s okay, that they’re going to figure this out, that as long as they have each other’s backs there’s nothing that could come between them.
But he doesn't, because that would be lying.
“This is for the best,” is what he actually says, taking in a deep breath then letting it out slowly. He wipes a few stray tears from his lashes with a knuckle and repeats firmly, “We’ll – we’ll look back at this in a few months or, or a year, and we’ll know that it was the right thing to do. Right? I’ll retake this year’s courses and pass them this time, and you won’t be too tired to play your best, and. And we’ll be friends again, so we’ll still have each other.” He stops then, heart racing, the sick feeling that’s been twisting his stomach for hours getting worse, and looks over his shoulder to meet Jack’s eyes directly. “We’ll still have each other, right? Tell me we’ll – tell me we’ll try to be friends again, that we won’t – Jack –”
“Yeah,” Jack breathes out in a rush, voice cracking mid-syllable. His throat jumps when he swallows. “I promise. I – Bittle. It might – it might take a while, before we can…” Be in the same room without bursting into tears, he doesn’t say, yet somehow Bitty hears anyway, “but I promise we’ll get better. I can’t – we’re a team, Bits. Always.”
“Lord,” Bitty whispers. He doesn’t bother wiping his tears this time. They’re spilling out too quickly, streaming over tacky cheeks and soaking the collar of his shirt. “I hate this. I hate this. I wish we – I wish we could just fast forward, y’know? Skip all this stupid time where I have school and you have hockey and – get to the point where we have all the time in the world to just. Be together.” His voice is wobbling, and he knows he has to get it together before he starts sobbing again. “Ugh, I’m sorry. Skipping to your forties probably isn’t your dream scenario.”
Jack’s answering smile is tiny and really, really sad, but it’s there. “Being forty sounds kinda nice when you put it that way, eh? Never thought I’d look forward to retirement. Would you even want me in my forties? You know what my dad says about his joints.”
I’ll always want you, Bitty wants to scream, but can’t. He hopes Jack knows anyway. “Sure I would, sweetpea. Joints and all.”
“Maybe if we’re both single then,” Jack says, and it’s supposed to be a joke, Bitty knows it is, but it’s also raw and desperate. Both of them clinging to the idea of a time where they get to have this, where they get to keep this. “We could get married, do it right. Whaddaya say?”
“All right,” Bitty says, partly laughing and partly crying. This isn’t the proposal he thought he and Jack would have one day, but he’ll take it. Joke or no joke. “If we’re both single by forty, we’ll get married. I might even get to feed you wedding cake, huh? No more hockey diet.”
Jack ducks his chin. He doesn't reply, but his eyes are glinting.
The toothbrush ends up at the bottom of Bitty’s bag, under a pile of hoodies he used to keep at Jack’s and a textbook from the French class he failed. It’s not much comfort, when Bitty’s crying himself to sleep that night, but it’s all he has to carry him over: worse comes to worst, at least he’ll only have to pine away for nineteen years.
#omgcp#omgcheckplease#zimbits#lau said 'if we're both still single in our forties' and was cute about it so here I am raining angst and misery#zimbits spending two decades being separated by circumstances and space but still clinging onto their friendship#and you KNOW jack zimmermann never forgot. he'd be there knocking the instant bitty turns forty#pavfics
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grt3D episode 9: break the 3rd wall
the night seemed darker than usual. the door to group two’s cabin was open, letting the cold air seep into the otherwise warm haven.
square sighed. “listen, triangle, i don’t hate you.”
“yes you do.” triangle was standing in the doorway, motionless.
“shut up. no i don’t. i have plenty of reasons to be pissed, but i don’t hate you.”
“why?”
“if you know someone for practically all your life, it’s hard to suddenly hate them over something.”
“that’s stupid.”
“you’re stupid. go to bed, triangle.”
“no.”
“fine. be exhausted in the morning for all i care.”
“shut up.”
but triangle did not leave; she still stood in the doorway, motionless.
“geez, decide what you’re doing!” square groaned. “either stay or go. it’s getting cold in here.”
“good.”
“you’re an idiot, triangle.”
“i know.”
“...isn’t it crazy how someone from helvetica’s finally being eliminated? took ‘em long enough.”
“they’re too good.”
“i know. they didn’t even choose to be together, and yet they work so much better than the rest of us.”
“well, if you know someone for practically all your life, it’s easy to suddenly hate them over something.”
“whatever. good night, triangle.”
“no thanks.”
triangle stayed where she was all night, standing in the door, motionless. the air didn’t feel cold to her at all.
…
“COME ONE, COME ALL, TO THE ELIMINATION OF THE DECADE!” möbius declared. “HELVETICA FINALLY LOSES!!!”
“y’know, sir, helvetica did technically lose the first challenge along with yim yum,” origin corrected.
“SAME DIFFERENCE. ANYWAY…”
triangle and square seemed much calmer than they had the day prior, but triangle looked incredibly tired. origin couldn’t tell if this fatigue was physical or mental – or both. either way, the two seemed to have softened.
incredibly, parallelogram was chatting with heptagon.
droplet and star were walking hand in hand.
and helvetica, most uncharacteristically of all, was full of unease. trapezoid, hexagon, and pentagon were all holding hands, their faces tense and brows knitted; well, trapezoid and hexagon looked worried anyway – pentagon didn’t look troubled at all.
octagon, meanwhile, kept to herself, away from the rest of the team she had grown so fond of. her expression was bitter and anxious, her face drawn with stress.
“IT’S TIME FOR ONE OF YOU LOVELIES TO LEAVE! AND WHO WILL IT BE?”
octagon kept shaking her head. NO, her mind screamed. NO NO NO NO NO NO.
“SAY GOODBYE TO… PENTAGON!”
“NO!” everyone in helvetica cried. octagon fell to her knees.
hexagon and trapezoid squeezed their little friend’s hands. pentagon looked shocked, but not upset.
“this can’t be happening,” hexagon sobbed. “tell me i’m dreaming, trapezoid. tell me this isn’t real!”
trapezoid sniffed. “i’m sorry.”
“C’MON, TWINKLE! TAKE HER AWAY…”
origin hesitated, but then started to buzz. pentagon was drawn towards him.
“oh,” she gasped.
“PENTAGON!” trapezoid and hexagon cried. octagon was silent.
“for if you did you’d see that i have had a bite to eat~!” pentagon sang as she vanished, chuckling.
that song, octagon thought. that stupid song is the cause of all of this. that stupid song!
“OKEY DOKEY FOLKEYS…” möbius cut through the tension in the air like scissors through a taut rubber band. “IT’S TIME FOR SOME NEW TEAMS!!! ARRANGE YOURSELVES INTO THREE TEAMS OF THREE.”
square and triangle stayed together; as did heptagon and parallelogram, and the remaining members of helvetica.
“i guess we’ll have to split up,” star sighed.
“aw, now i’ll have to miss you too!” droplet cried. “i don’t want to leave you, star!”
“i know, i don’t want to leave you either… but it’ll be okay.”
“you sure?”
“you’ll do great! i’m sure of it.”
“okay…” droplet looked at the remnants of group two and yim yum. “i guess i’ll join square and triangle.”
“then i’ll join heptagon and parallelogram. good luck, bud!”
“you too!”
the two friends held hands one last time before joining their new teams.
“THAT WAS FAST. WHAT WILL YOU ALL CALL YOURSELVES?”
“hey, droplet,” triangle greeted. “you’re the one who found the power of two back in the first challenge, right?”
“she sure is,” square answered. “welcome to the team, droplet!”
droplet looked nervous, but she smiled. “how about our team name combines all of our names? like our initials?”
“D, S, T…” square murmured. “how about ‘go the DSTance’?”
that’s so cringy, triangle thought. i like it. “perfect!” she exclaimed.
“how about…” star suggested to his new team, “‘the homeslices’?”
“that’s terrible,” parallelogram said. “but it’s better than ‘the cool kids’ or ‘yim yum’ or whatever. how’d we even come up with those?”
heptagon shrugged.
“AND YOU, HELVETICA? WILL YOU STILL BE HELVETICA?”
“no!” hexagon wailed. “we’re nothing without pentagon!!!”
“UH. OKAY.” möbius wrote “nothing without pentagon” down. “SO, UH, I’D START THE CHALLENGE NOW, BUT TWINKLE ISN’T BACK YET FOR WHATEVER REASON. SO I GUESS WE JUST HAVE TO WAIT LIKE WE USED TO.”
and so the new teams got to settle in.
“what do you think of the allegory of the cave?” parallelogram asked. “i think generally speaking it makes sense, but the idea that there’s some absolute truth that just, well, exists out there is kind of shocking to me. i don’t think i necessarily agree with that.”
“maybe there are no true ‘forms’?” heptagon postulated. “maybe it’s just a way to put an end-goal to something that doesn’t truly have one.”
“yeah… we all want to know everything, even though we know we can’t… hm, hey, are you excited for today’s challenge? you’ve been doing really well in them lately. you too, star.”
“thanks…!” star said, his voice slightly confused. heptagon sighed.
“anything i can do to help…” heptagon muttered.
“hey möbius,” square called.
“YES?”
“if we’ve changed teams around, what are the sleeping arrangements?”
“WELL… NOTHING WITHOUT PENTAGON WILL STAY IN THE HELVETICA CABIN. THE HOMESLICES WILL BE IN THE YIM YUM CABIN AND GO THE DSTANCE WILL BE IN THE GROUP TWO CABIN.”
“gotcha.”
origin finally reappeared, ready to broadcast.
“OKAY EVERYONE, TODAY’S CHALLENGE IS A RELAY RACE.”
“but we just did a race a few days ago!” triangle exclaimed.
“OH WELL! THIS TIME THE ENTIRE TEAM WILL BE INVOLVED – AS THE RACE HAS THREE LEGS. IN THE FIRST LEG, ONE MEMBER WILL CRAWL ON ALL FOURS FROM HERE TO THE CABINS. IN THE SECOND, ANOTHER MEMBER WILL RUN BACKWARDS FROM THE CABINS TO THE EDGE OF THE FOREST. IN THE THIRD, THE LAST MEMBER WILL JUST RUN REGULARLY BACK HERE. DECIDE WHO’S DOING WHAT.”
“can i do the first leg?” droplet asked.
“sure,” triangle said. “square, do you want second or third?”
“i’m fine with second.”
“okey doke.”
“i’m fine with whatever,” heptagon said in a monotone voice. “whatever you need me to do…”
“okay then, can you do the first leg?” parallelogram asked.
“sure…”
“okay! then i’ll do third.”
“second it is,” star confirmed.
octagon looked at her teammates, who were murmuring to one another. “hey,” she called, “who wants to do what?”
but they were too busy… murmuring.
“hey, octagon…” hexagon’s voice was soft. “...do you wanna talk?”
“we don’t have time for this!” octagon exclaimed. “guys, we have a challenge!”
“octagon…” trapezoid’s voice trailed off as he patted hexagon’s shoulder.
octagon shook her head. “i guess it’s all up to me then…”
“OKEY DOKEY, FIRST RUNNERS!” octagon, droplet, and heptagon lined up and dropped down to their arms and legs. “ON YOUR MARKS… GET SET… GO!” he turned to origin. “now, about the order for the new teams…”
droplet burst ahead of the other two – she wasn’t very fast, but she was able to spring ahead at first.
octagon and heptagon were neck and neck; both seemed to be going as fast as they possibly could out of some kind of desperation, and they soon overtook droplet.
“c’mon, droplet!” triangle exclaimed from near the cabins. “you can do it!”
droplet bit her lip and kept going. this won’t be like the last race, she thought. i’m gonna win it for my team!
octagon slowed down a bit and droplet was able to pass her. heptagon reached the cabins first and tagged star, who noticed the sad look on his face. droplet arrived just after him and tagged triangle, who high-fived her. “nice going!”
let’s go, let’s go! octagon thought to herself. you gotta catch up!
she finally reached the cabins and stood up. triangle had already gone a long way – she was known for her speed, even if now she was going backwards. star was a few feet behind her.
octagon shook herself and got going, running backwards as fast as she could; she soon passed star, who had tripped.
triangle went towards him. “okay, get up, idiot.” she grabbed his hand and helped him, before continuing.
hexagon and trapezoid were still sitting by möbius strip, holding hands and talking.
“ARE YOU TWO UH. ARE YOU TWO GONNA DO SOMETHING OR…?”
“listen, this is a hard blow,” trapezoid said defensively. “let us grieve.”
“LOOK, PENTAGON’S NOT DEAD. AND OCTAGON’S DOING JUST FINE, SO WHY AREN'T YOU?"
trapezoid blinked and looked away. “octagon’s different…”
octagon rolled her eyes at triangle. i’m able to pass her now, she thought. but triangle was so quick that she was able to speed past octagon again, even after stopping to help star. “darn!” octagon spat.
triangle finally reached the edge of the forest, where square was waiting. “hey,” she said.
“hey,” he said.
they paused.
“i’m sorry.”
“for what?”
“what isn’t there for me to be sorry for?”
star reached the forest and tagged parallelogram, who started running back to möbius strip.
octagon paused by the forest to catch her breath. triangle and square were just… walking. and talking. octagon glowered at them.
“if there’s anybody you should apologize to, it’s circle and rectangle,” square said.
“i know! but i can’t. you’re the only one here. so i might as well apologize to you.”
“so…?”
“i’m sorry for being so horrible to you. and it’s all because of this stupid show! i wanted to go to the third dimension so bad, i almost… i almost forgot about us.”
“about us?”
“us, our friendship. i’ve known you and your brother and circle since forever. but that all vanished… i was so hyped for this new, shiny, exciting prize that i dropped everything i already had for it.”
“and now you can never really pick it up again…”
triangle and square strolled slowly, their footsteps as tentative as their words.
“i don’t know if circle and rectangle will ever forgive me. i don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me.” triangle paused and looked square in the eye.
square reciprocated her gaze, but said nothing.
“but either way, nothing will ever be the same,” triangle continued. “all because i wanted to be anywhere but here.”
“triangle…”
“i guess i never realized that if i did win, if i did go to the third dimension… i would be going alone.”
octagon finally got going again. “don’t do this to yourselves!” she yelled to triangle and square as she passed. “run, you idiots!”
neither responded.
parallelogram was almost back to möbius strip, where his teammates were waiting for him.
“parry! parry! woo!!!” star cheered. heptagon waved half-heartedly.
“AND THE HOMESLICES ARE SAFE!” möbius strip proclaimed as parallelogram met with star and heptagon. “WHO WILL IT BE NEXT? GO THE DSTANCE OR NOTHING WITHOUT PENTAGON?”
"awesome job, both of you!" parallelogram exclaimed, high-fiving his teammates.
"mhm…" heptagon furrowed his brow.
octagon kept running at breakneck speed, even though she felt like her legs could fall off, fueled half by a desire to win and half by anger towards her teammates.
i'm just as sad about pentagon's elimination as they are! she thought. doesn't mean i get to mope around! they should thank me once i save them from elimination!
"i don't think i want to win anymore," triangle murmured.
"droplet does," square responded. triangle ran.
"NOW THIS IS DRAMA!" möbius cackled as triangle and octagon both approached the end of the race. "YES. YES!"
"c'mon sucker, out of the way!" triangle was a few feet from octagon.
"no thanks." and with that octagon crossed the finish line. triangle was a second too late.
"AND WITH THAT, NOTHING WITHOUT PENTAGON IS SAFE, AND GO THE DSTANCE IS UP FOR ELIMINATION – AND, UNSURPRISINGLY, IT'S SQUARE'S FAULT."
"no, it's mine," triangle stated. "it always has been."
"oh, shut up," square countered. "don't hog the blame all to yourself. sharing is caring, after all. it's our fault."
"aw darn, but i wanted to be eliminated!"
"too bad."
"as long as it isn't me," droplet said sheepishly.
"oh, yeah, darn. so sorry for losing, droplet…"
"only apologize if i get out." she smiled. "otherwise you're all clear."
"for the first time in forever! ha."
parallelogram shook his head. "i cannot believe i won a race against triangle of all people. triangle!"
star shrugged. "hey, it could've been worse. at least we didn't have pentagon still around for helvetica…"
"TOO SOON!" hexagon wailed.
"shhshh…" trapezoid soothed. "it's okay."
"i did it," octagon whispered. her voice grew louder. "I DID IT! I BEAT TRIANGLE AND SAVED US FROM ELIMINATION ALL BY MYSELF!" and with that she raised her fist in triumph – and it went through möbius strip.
…through? through?
octagon's hand went under part of this strange loop and over another. octagon's hand went through möbius strip.
"octagon." origin's voice was grave. "what. did. you. do."
"w-what do you mean, i–" octagon's arm began to lift… off of the face of the world. out of the 2nd dimension.
"NO!" möbius yelled. "YOU IDIOT! NOW I'M GONNA GO BACK TO–"
and möbius strip vanished. octagon's arm snapped back.
"...what the heck just happened?" parallelogram asked.
"well, um, huh…" origin started. "...how much do you all know about möbius strip?"
"not much," square replied. "we just saw him in his ad and accepted immediately cuz, y'know, 3rd dimension."
"well, that's the thing. möbius strip is from the 3rd dimension. he's just able to come here out of a strange technicality: like all of you, he only has one edge and one side. but he isn't supposed to be here, which is why he kind of… glitches. he certainly can't be properly observed by any of you. he's… an anomaly."
"so why did he get sent back?" droplet asked.
"well, octagon here accidentally broke a law of physics… you see, things can only go through other things in the 3rd dimension. the universe had to fix that little error… so it sent him back.”
heptagon had a strangely hopeful expression. "is the show canceled?"
"nope. möbius will come back soon… and until then, i can host!"
"oh… okay…"
octagon looked back at her teammates. they hadn’t even looked up.
“what is wrong with you people?” she cried. “you care about nothing besides pentagon!” octagon stormed off.
“we care about you, too…” trapezoid whispered into thin air.
…
“hey guys! wanna learn a fun song?” pentagon exclaimed.
“pentagon…” circle murmured.
“are you okay?” kite asked.
“huh? yeah. there was this really funny song hexagon taught us, and–”
oval approached the little shape. “pentagon, you just got eliminated.”
“i know.”
“aren’t you upset?”
“not really. i came here to have fun, and i did! though i… i do miss the others, now that i think about it…”
“well, you’ll get to see them in a sec.”
pentagon was amazed by the 10x10 screen. “i can see the whole challenge from here!”
“yup!” heart said. “it’s a lot of fun to watch.”
“speak for yourself…” rectangle muttered.
“hey, could you come here, rectangle?” circle said.
“what?”
“triangle and square… aren’t screaming at each other.”
“...oh.”
pentagon was happy to see her teammates – but her mood soured. “golly, they really miss me… now they aren’t having fun at all…”
circle laughed, half sadly. “don’t worry. they’ll get over you eventually…”
rhombus gazed at octagon. she’s really the only sane one there, they thought, and yet she seems just as emotional as them…
the outcome of the race, however, was the biggest surprise of all.
kite laughed and translated over to circle and rectangle. “i’m sorry, heh, i’m incredibly proud of him for doing so – but how in primes’ name did parallelogram beat triangle in a race?”
rectangle’s voice was distant. “triangle finally slowed down…”
circle moved closer to him.
“hey, wait, look!” pentagon exclaimed. there was octagon, her hand… lifting?
everyone was speechless.
“well,” heart said at length, “if origin is the host now… i guess he’ll need a new co-host!”
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— leech twins x reader ;
depending on how this goes, I might make a second part to it. but enjoy some yandere leech content ~
Ragged breaths echoed down the hallway. Sweat covered your forehead, face and arms as you clenched your fists ever so tightly, swearing upon whatever fucking lord there was out there, to save your poor soul. Quickly, you scrambled to rush up the stairs, letting out hushed up sobbing. You couldn’t help it! Your lungs were burning, and your chest felt so heavy. Tired as you were, you heard the sadistic laughter of Floyd approach your weakened form. Run, that was all you could do.
The hallways were empty, dark and had only used the blue moonlight illuminating the path, given that you couldn’t see properly. Whipping out your phone from your pocket, you fumbled with the phone for a second as your hands were ever so shaky;; fear pounded into you at lightning speed as you heard Floyd’s call once more.
“Shrimpy~ Where are ya hidin’? You can’t run forever y’know. Might as well give up~ or not.. doesn’t matter to us! We can play forever if you’re gonna be so stubborn, baby~” Floyd spoke calmly.
Jade’s echoing chuckle sent shivers down your spine, distraught with the sudden approaching footsteps. You quickly turned towards an empty classroom, slamming the door shut as you barricaded the entrance with the remaining strength you had; with vast amounts of objects to block the wooden door. “That should hold them off..” You whispered, moving your sweaty hair away from your face as your hands combed through your head. Your breaths were sharp and quick, you barely had enough time to outrun them; You were tuckered out, almost in the verge of collapsing. Slumping down on a chair, you briskly took off your uniforms blazer. Quick breaths turned into shallow sighs, as you finally rested your aching feet; your legs felt like they were going to cramp in any second, yet despite all of that, you still stayed on your guard. Then.. there was silence.
Floyd isn’t here, neither is Jade. They must’ve walked passed the classroom. Oh.. thank god. Why must it come down to this? You barely had gotten passed them when they forcefully entered themselves into Ramshackle; and you barely had enough time to escape yet somehow managed it by relying on your wits and stealth.. yet, the thought of how long you could last while just trying to outsmart them since you barely had any strength to match against them; how long could THAT last?
“[Name]-san, are you here Angelfish?~” Jade said so suddenly, breaking your thoughts as you flinch, slapping a hand to your mouth. You let out a soft squeak, yet one that couldn’t be heard by them. Moving back slowly, you prayed that the heavy objects would keep them at bay with their impatient pushing and knocking on the door. For a brief second, you heard a second voice telling them one of them to step back,,
Fear pressed on your chest, widening your eyes as you muffled the quiet tears and sobs. Quickly, your ever so shaky hands pulled out your phone. There wasn’t enough battery left, and you struggled to take it out on time. Suddenly, a loud burst slammed the door open. Objects broke out, and shattered as you kept your hand from letting your mouth scream open. A leg poked out, and soon leaned a taller male, shadowed by the darkness enveloping him. One eye flamed bright with yellow and the other painted a silver hazed glow.
“Ahh~ Shrimpyyy! You’re here~”
He laughed manically, slowly approaching your shaking figure. Your heart dropped.. this is it, isn’t it?.. You immediately typed in a message to Deuce and Ace, despite them sleeping. You called them so many times beforehand, yet no response. You closed your eyes, Floyd approaching you closely as he grabbed your phone and threw it to the other side of the room. A Crack stretched out from the phone, glass shattering on the wooden floor. Floyd immediately grabbed your wrists, bruising them in the process as you cried out from the aching sensation. He was strong,, and it was so hard to escape him once he held you in position.
“Calling yer’ friends? That’s no use, Shrimpy. You must be so stupid, huh? To think they’d answer when they’re drowned out in sleep. Guess that’s one of the reasons why I love ya, baby~!”
“Very well done, Floyd.” A voice behind him rang. The faltering eyed male turned around, the corner of his eye still held you pinned down. “Grab [Name]-san, bring them back. However, tie them down afterwards and bring her to me. I’d like to discuss a few things before we have our little.. fun.” A closed eye smile plastered Jade’s face, as he gently approached you. You closed your eyes, as he leaned down to match your weak, frightened gaze.
“It seems as though our little game of hide and seek has come to a close. Let’s remove this chapter from our book and start fresh, hm?” You shook your head, resulting a laugh from Floyd who held a firm grip on your hands.
“Did Shrimpy actually think they’d win?” He teased, gently hugging you close in a death grip. Your tears stained Floyd’s arms as you weakly tried to writhe out of his forceful embrace.
“N-No.. Let me go already, please.. I don’t want this. W-We’re all friends.. Guys- remember?”
You sputtered out, biting your lip as you burrowed your head down, refusing all eye contact with them. The twins Sandwiched you between the desk, ignoring your words as they carefully took a small, playful nip of your delicious, tender skin. Floyd bit down, resulting a aching cry from your throat as his sharp teeth buried itself forcefully down. Pleasure cascaded your senses as you let out a soft moan, gripping onto his clothes as you cried, sobbing from his rough touch. It felt so good.. yet so wrong. You wanted more but.. you couldn’t. Why were you enjoying it?
“Now, now. We’ll enjoy this a bit later. But for now, sleep tight little angelfish.”
Without another reaction, Jade instantly pulled out a bottle closed with some sort of glowing liquor. Flamed blue and purple, as he gently opened your mouth to pour all of it in despite your Résistance and thrashing around. Fatigue inflamed your muscles, whispers of voices echoing through your head as your eyelids felt so heavy. Body fell limp, as you unconsciously leaned to Floyd’s chest..
Darkness enveloped your vision, before finally closing them, all you could hear was soft, sadistic chuckling before finally closing your eyes..
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Wrote a drabble based on the guardian angel verse with @gabrielthegoober
How much pain can one person take before they ultimately break down? That was the question Aluzka had been posing to the universe for the past month and a half. The same amount of time Gabe had been gone. In the literal blink of an eye, he was ripped away from her.
Had he left on his own? She didn’t think so, not with how abrupt his departure was. No, he was taken from her. Heaven had called him, no demanded him away and Alu was left to figure that out on her own. The longer he was away, the more unbearable the pain became.
Tires on gravel sounded out against the night before Alu parked her car. The highest point in the city, in her mind, was the closest she could get to him. To heaven. Shutting the car off, she tossed her keys into the passenger seat. Her other hand grasping tight to a bottle of whiskey. A perpetual accessory at this point. It was the only way she could cope anymore. Her mouth took the bottle like a pacifier. The driver door swung open and Alu stumbled out.
It took her a moment to wobble over to a picnic table and sat down. Eyes soon cast upwards in sorrow and rage. The stars twinkled down at her and she took it as an offense. The universe was mocking her. Reveling in her pain with the knowledge of where her angel, the love of her life, was. She had always known the world to be cruel but this, this was just disgusting.
“Bastards...” Alu mumbled before drinking more from her bottle. Emotions stirring despite the amount of alcohol she had consumed to try and numb them all. It was as if the wall she had tried to build up was starting to crumble. The inevitable breaking point closer than ever, Alu had to relieve some of the pressure.
“What’s the point?” Asking outloud though she wasn’t sure who she might have been talking to. Eyes welling with tears, she stared up. The point of her anger and sorrow and heartbreak all led to one place. “Why keep doing this to me?!” Her voice louder, almost demanding an answer though she knew she’d never get one.
There came a light breeze and her head shook. “No! Not good enough!” Without thinking, she threw the bottle at a nearby tree. The glass shattering at the same moment her resolve did. “Give him back...please...” Her voice quivering as she began to cry. The sound of the night going quiet as all she could hear was her own sobs and pleads.
“It wasn’t enough you took my parents...but you take him too?” Her body doubled over but she rested her hands on her knees. Eyes closed shut tight as the pain overtook her. A surge of anger soon following as she stood up straight again and screamed to whoever was listening.
“GIVE HIM BACK! RIGHT NOW!!” A soul shattering scream left her as she waited. She would wait forever if she had to. Her hands balled into fists and she yelled again. “PLEASE!! Give him back to me!!! I’m begging you!” Clouds began to roll in and the stars began to disappear. Another gust of wind was enough to draw out louder sobs. Still, nothing and no one answered her. Soon though, her tears would be disguised by raindrops. A sudden downpour enveloped her and she just stood there. Defeated.
“Fine...” She whispered now and stumbled over to the guard rail that prevented people from standing too close to the edge of the look out. “I’ll come to ‘im..” Shrugging as if jumping from this spot wasn’t a big deal. Though sober her never would have had such an idea, heartbroken and drunk her didn’t give a shit.
However, a bit of sense overcame her and she blubbered out an apology. To who? She didn’t know anymore. Dragging herself back over to the picnic table, she fell back on top of it. Eyelids becoming too heavy to keep open. Soon her eyes closed but she kept speaking.
“I love him y’know...” Though she could barely hear herself over the sound of the pouring rain. A bout of nausea rolled through her stomach but she swallowed hard. “I just want to be ‘appy. With ‘im...” A last ditch effort of a prayer. “Either give him back or take me now so I can come up there and be with ‘im...” More tears slipped out but you couldn’t tell with her whole face wet with rain. Her whole body nearly soaked at this point. She sniffled and felt herself drifting into unconsciousness. If she didn’t wake up, she’d be ok with that.
However, if she did, she was going to have on hell of a cold.
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WHAT IF DEVON WAS BROUGHT TO A RAGE ROOM?
LET ME COOK.
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“So,” The therapist began. “This is a rage room, Devon. I feel like it’s pretty self explanatory.” Devon nodded as he looked around, at the graffiti covered walls, the tvs, and the printer sitting in the middle of the room as well as glass bottles scattered around. His mom had one of those. “Just get all of that unnecessary rage out, okay?”
Devon looked around, walking around as he picked up a bat, twirling it in his gloved hands. “Jake, you’ve been to a room like this before, right?” He asked, earning a nod from his boyfriend. “Very therapeutic. Just, y’know, get all of that out instead of taking it out on yourself.” He said, as Devon nodded. He felt a little awkward about this, like he shouldn’t. It felt a bit taboo to let his anger out, so he started off slow. Just tapping and breaking bottles and kicking things around.
The therapist sighed. “No, Devon. This is a rage room. No one is going to judge.” She said. “Break the walls, scream if you have to! Just get all of it out.”
“Get all of it out?” Devon repeated, looking to Jake for assurance, permission maybe. Jake smiled and nodded as the boy turned around as the therapist talked.
“Think about the person you told me about. Feel all that rage, on how they utterly destroyed your previous sense of self, and let it out.”
Devon took a deep breath, though his nose and out his mouth.
Then, he screamed, swinging the bat around as he threw bottles and smashed glass and the walls, destruction soon filling the eyes and ears of everyone. “I FUCKING HATE YOU.” He had yelled amog other things, bashing in an old tv, completely destroying it in the matter of minutes:
Then he paused, catching his breath as Jake’s ears perked up.
He heard a shaky breath and a sob, then another scream. “Yep, that’s our cue to leave.” Jake said, opening the door and pulling the therapist out before locking the door. Just to make sure that no one would bother Devon. “Okay, rage frenzy.” He muttered, as Lexy walked down the hall, also hearing the scream and multiple sounds of destruction and helpless anger.
“Was that Devon?” Was the first thing she asked. “Yeah, rage frenzy.” Jake responded.
“Uhm, excuse me?” The therapist butted in. “What’s a rage frenzy?” Lexy looked at her, slightly confused. She was her best friend’s therapist and didn’t know? She sighed. “Rage frenzy was a term that Devon’s mom made up. He’s had them ever since he was five, but as he got older, they got more bigger and violent.” She explained. “Currently, Devon has hardcore blacked out. He can’t see or hear us, or anything and is leaving it entirely up to instinct. He’ll tire himself out in about six hours.”
“If we stayed any longer, he probably would’ve accidentally hurt us.” Jake added.
Yeah, definitely.
Devon deserves to let all of his anger out. Too much has been going on.
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y’know what… i’m so tired of feeling like a fucking burden all the time. or made to feel like an idiot. because i swear that’s all i feel in my household - guilt and shame for being so stupid, so difficult. but in reality i’m not. i am not a burden. i am not an idiot, like i’ve been made to feel by both my dad and my step mom.
i cannot even explain how close i keep my emotions to myself. i never tell my parents how i’m feeling, or what i’m going through. i rarely complain, and if i do complain, i’m either a) fed up and genuinely need to complain about something ridiculous or b) want to express my emotions for once. either way, i’m shamed for it. it doesn’t even have to be said. i can see the judgement passed on me by both of my parents, especially my step mom. she acts like i’m the biggest fucking brat in the world. well sorry i’m trying to explain something that’s debilitating for me?
example. recently we’ve had a horrible cockroach problem and it’s kind of gone away. however, the last couple of days, they’ve returned to my bathroom and there’s literally nothing i can fucking do. i have a horrible phobia of cockroaches, i have told my parents this, and yet nothing is really done. whatever. i can kinda deal with it. anyway, yesterday there was a cockroach in my shower and i asked my dad if i could take a shower in their bathroom (his, my step mom’s, and my younger brother’s). he said yes. i swear to god, i was in there for maybe 7 minutes, trying to go as fast as possible because i knew my step mom was gonna flip her shit. god forbid i try to shower in goddamn peace. i guess i understand she needed to get ready for work, but the door wasn’t locked and i wasn’t even in there for that long. when i was coming out i heard her being all angry, which immediately triggered me, and then she was like “fine, i’ll just do the fucking laundry” and stomped off after ranting to my dad about me.
BECAUSE GOD FORBID I FUCKING TAKE A SHOWER!
maybe if they did something about the roach problem i wouldn’t have to use their shower. and again, this is the first time i even did that. the roaches have been a problem for two months now and i haven’t asked once to use their shower. but the moment i do, the one time i do, i’m shamed for it. so fuck my step mom. fuck her for making me feel like that. it’s my goddamn house too, and maybe if i wasn’t so fucking neglected i wouldn’t have to use their shower! it makes me feel like the worst person on earth. like i am the absolute most spoiled, self-centered, whiny, burdenous human on the planet. i didn’t even do anything wrong.
just in general, i have to say, fuck my step mom. she can be nice to me, sometimes, but she talks shit about me behind my back then acts sweet to my face. she also enables my abusive dad (which is something i’m still coming around to) and has allowed him to beat my younger brother before, who isn’t even my dad’s bio son. how the fuck can you do that? it makes me angry just thinking about it. i can still remember my brother’s screams and cries when my dad literally beat him with a fucking wooden spoon. it’s horrible. and she never cared when he was screaming at me, telling me i was lazy, a failure, whatever other slew of insults he could hurl at me because i was FUCKING FAILING SCHOOL DUE TO MY DEPRESSION! she never cared when i broke down sobbing because of it, literally having panic attacks because i was so guilty and terrified of my dad. she never once comforted me, never told my dad to stop, never intervened. and the times i did try to confide in her, did try to tell her things before i told my dad (who would explode in anger), she would act like i’d placed the biggest responsibility on her shoulders. she’d either sigh heavily or act like she had no idea what to do. and then she’d just end up telling my dad anyway, so i’d always get in trouble. i could never tell her secrets because my dad would find out. there was nothing kept between me and my step mom. so i stopped trusting her.
she’s complained to my dad before that i don’t talk to her. that i leave the room when she enters (which isn’t even because of her, and usually i was already planning to leave before she came into the room). then my dad gets mad at me for being “rude” and “mean” to her. but what about the times she hasn’t protected me? what about the times she’s broken my trust? or when she’s gotten mad at me for simply existing? i can’t even eat at home because she gets so mad that food disappears. i’m sorry, but living in a house with four people will result in food being used. yesterday she was complaining that toilet paper was being used too much. like ???? wtf, what kind of fucking gripe is that? sorry, i guess?
it’s just infuriating. and then the rare times i come to her for advice, or admit i don’t know something, she just blankly stares at me like i’m the dumbest fucking person to ever exist. sorry i don’t fucking know how to get a dorm for college, i was never taught that. don’t blame me for shit i was never goddamn educated on. my dad does that too. they act like i’m so fucking stupid. it pisses me off. i’m not stupid. i know i’m not. yet they can make me feel like i am, so easily, just with a simple look. i already doubt myself enough, i don’t need them adding to it. although, i think most of my self-doubt stems from being raised by them. like, sorry i fucking confided in you guys about something, which is literally what my step mom complains about (“she never talks to me! she never confides in me!”). so if you want me to confide in you, why do you make me feel like an idiot when i finally do?
fuck her for that. i hate being made to feel like this, and it’s one of the sole reasons i’m never home. and the fact that she’s always angry and slamming shit never helps. slamming doors, cabinets, drawers, whatever. it freaks me out. i literally cannot relax at home, not even in my room, because i know at any moment my dad can storm in and start screaming at me (even though i’m a legal adult and haven’t been yelled at by him in years). when she does that it triggers my fucking ptsd, and then she complains i never come out. MAYBE IT’S BECAUSE I’M TERRIFIED OF MY DAD? and maybe if she’d intervened i wouldn’t have so much trauma from the shit he’s said and done to me?
i cannot live here any longer. i’ve been trying to hold out - for my friends and for my parents - but i can’t. it’s literal torture. i can’t continue living in a house that’s meant to be my home, but isn’t. i can’t live somewhere that’s a constant reminder of the abuse both me and my brother went through. i can’t live in a place where i’m shamed, humiliated, and seen as a burden simply for existing. i can’t do it anymore. i have to get out of here.
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how about when they first noticed ezra was a nervous and anxious baby ?
Seperation
prompt: the moment when h and yn decide that Ezra needs to see a therapist.
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It’s late at night, like 3 in the morning, and Harry was down in Atlanta for three games with the Braves.
Easton and Cash had long adjusted to their father being away for short spurts of time - doesn’t mean they don’t miss him but they know he’ll come back to them.
Ezra was another story.
YN felt dread anytime he went away for a game because her youngest got so anxious and had trouble sleeping.
He was usually okay during the day (Harry was gone for practice and obligations during most mornings and afternoons).
It was at night time.
She really didn’t want to call and bother her husband because he had just played a game that went into three innings of overtime and had gotten a gnarly bruise on his thigh from a ball hitting him as he batted.
When they’d FaceTimed after the game, about eight, he had been so exhausted in his hotel room that his eyes were nearly closing as he spoke to her.
Now at three, three in the morning, Ezra still hasn’t went to bed because of how fussy and tearful he was - babbling about his father.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” He was whining into his mother’s neck, his hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her skin.
“Ezzie, baby. We have to calm down. Mama’s here and daddy is okay, he’s just working,” She murmured to him for the hundredth time that night.
YN was sat in the den with him because she didn’t want him waking up his brothers or his little sister who just begun to sleep through the night for the most part.
At one point, she did stir for a night feeding, and as YN sat on her bed - Briar latched sleepily, Ezra was nestled tightly into her other side.
When it hit three-thirty, she began to feel herself get frustrated because she couldn’t fix the situation - no matter what she did.
She knew once tears began rolling down her own cheeks that she had to call Harry.
It was never that she was worried he would be mad that she called, she just felt guilty because he had worked so hard already that day.
YN reaches for her phone, taking a deep inhale before pressing his contact for facetime.
It rings three times before it’s picked up, completely dark in his room, and he rasps out drowsily, “Wha’s going on, mama? Y’alright? The babies alright?”
“I-I can’t get him to settle,” YN takes a deep breath, the sleep deprivation making her want to just break down and sob.
“Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ezra just chants, eyes wide on the screen, searching for his father to just appear but all he sees is darkness.
That causes him to just start bawling his eyes out when he can’t will his father onto the phone like he wants.
“Whoa, Ezzie. Sweet boy, c’mon. Y’gotta breathe s’daddy can understand you,” Harry coos, stirring to turn on the light and illuminate his pillow-creased face.
“Daddy!” His voice is shrill, high-pitched and it makes YN’s ears ring.
“Ezra Duke,” Harry says a little more firmly, “Daddy can’t understand you when you scream, okay?”
The little boy sniffles and tries to catch his breath, leaning into where YN is rubbing soothing circles into his back.
“Miss you,” His son whimpers sadly, bringing his voice down a notch, “Come home, please.”
“I am flying’ home tomorrow, bab. Daddy will be home around noon but you have to be good for mama,” He says, voice still smooth and calm.
“Now!” Ezra screams in a way he usually never does and then continues, “Now! Now daddy! Now!”
Both parents are taking aback, Harry with wide eyes and parted lips as he watching his son through his phone and YN just squeezes her eyes shut, exhaling out of her mouth.
“Mama, breathe,” Harry directs towards her, can tell how overwhelmed she is getting from all the chaos of his screaming.
“Daddy, daddy,” Ezra blubbers, green eyes angry and anxious at the same time, “Please, home!”
YN hears noise from behind her, to see her eight year old padding into the room with his unruly curls poking every which way.
“Mama, is Ezzie okay?” Easton wonders, knuckling his eyes sleepily and then Cash follows right behind him in his dinosaur pajamas.
“Fuck, he woke up the boys,” YN informs Harry tearfully, “I just…I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything to make him feel better.”
The older boys peek into the screen to smile at their dad and Harry gives them a tense smile, “Hi boys, I know Ez is being loud but can y’two be good f’your mama and go back to bed?”
They agree, giving their upset brother a kiss and then their mom before talking quietly to each other as they walk up the stairs.
“Daddy? Home, please! Hold me!” Ezra wails, clinging to his mother’s neck tightly enough to hurt as he tantrums.
“This is the worst it’s ever been, he’s normally stopped before I’ve had to call you,” YN groans, rocking him swiftly against her for lack of a better idea.
“Wait…” Harry sits up, scrubbing a hand over his puffy face, “Has this been happening’ every time m’away?”
“It just started two to three months ago but he’s always been able to be calmed down within an hour or so,” YN replies, shushing Ezra as he babbles over and over again daddy, daddy, daddy.
Harry’s jaw tightens and his frown settles into a deep crease, “Well why a’ve you not told me that m’baby has been cryin’ for me when I’m gone? Do y’not think that’s important?”
YN recognizes his irritation and is running on less than five hours of sleep over two days and may he’s it back with an even sharper tone.
“We can’t change that you’re gone. I’m trying to handle it, Harry.”
“Y’not doin’ a bloody good job at it!” Harry bites back in frustration, heart pounding in desperation as he hears his son cry for him.
“Daddy, daddy, come on.”
Then YN looks at him with watering, hurt eyes, “I’m doing my best. You’re not here, I can’t make you appear. I’m trying to calm him down without having to wake you up.”
And Harry shouldn’t but he’s angry and misses his babies - all of them but especially the one who needs him the most right now.
“Y’dont think I deserve to know tha’ Ezra’s been acting like this?” Harry snaps before adding, “In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.”
And wow, those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was instilling all the insecurities that she had bubbling in her chest.
In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.
Harry automatically knows that he spoke before he thought and he let his stressed out mind say untrue hurtful things.
He part his lips about to speak before YN cuts him off.
“If you can do it so much better than me, fucking good you. Then come home and fix this because I give up,” YN laughs without humor, finger finding the red button to hang out and disconnecting.
Harry tried calling back over and over and over but YN just hangs her head, sniffling, as she watches her tired, anxious little son finally drift off to sleep.
At some point, her phone stops ringing when he’s given up and it doesn’t ring again until for another thirty minutes.
She knew he was going to keep calling until she picked up - had been that way since they first started dating.
By now, Ezra was asleep in his room and YN was sat against their headboard - having tossed the tear soaked shirt she had on off and was feeding Briar once more.
The millionth facetime request comes through and finally she swipes to answer, he’s furious right as they connect, “D’you have any idea how worried I am? Y’cant ju-“
He stops himself when he sees his baby girl pop her head from her mother’s breast with puffy lips and look at the screen, “Dadadadada.”
“Oh, hi lil’ mama,” Harry changes his tone completely, face softening - “Did I interrupt y’eatin’? S’mama being so nice and feeding you?”
Briar just smiles with a gapped baby tooth smile, a dimple pushing into her left cheek as she does so.
“Guess I’m good for one thing, right? A fucking milk-maker,” YN scoffs at her husband’s opposite tone as she guides Briar gently back down to finish her meal.
Harry frowns, “Y’know tha’s not anything near the truth and tha’ I think you’re the best mama to our babies. M’just upset.”
“You told me my best wasn’t good enough, I can’t believe you would say something like tha’ to me,” YN begins to sniffle again.
“Sweetheart, m’sorry. I ju-“
“What did you call for, Harry? It’s nearly four-thirty in the morning and I haven’t slept for nearly two days now. I want to feed her and go to sleep,” YN’s voice is disconnected and exhausted.
“To talk, I didn’t say how I was feeling correctly-“
“When you come home tomorrow you can fix everything and I’ll let you because I’m not doing a good enough job,” His wife cuts him off again.
Harry starts to feel a ball of worry form in his throat as he hears how unemotional and distance his wife sounds with him.
He had totally said the wrong things as his wife was just trying to do her best at balancing four babies while he was away.
“Please, let me apologize-“
“I would like to go to sleep. Please don’t call back,” YN responds before ending the phone call and leaving the screen dark.
They rarely ever fought. Especially like this.
He’s man enough to admit that he cries after he tries calling back (even though she said not to) and it went straight to voicemail.
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He tries facetiming in the morning, at around nine right before if flight takes off - surprised when it actually was picked up.
Harry only sees YN for a brief moment before she’s propping up the camera on the kitchen table so that Easton and Cash are in view eating pancakes and Briar is in her high chair with blueberries staining her chubby cheeks.
Ezra must still be in bed.
“Hi bubbies,” Harry greets with a smile as they’re curls shake as they look up with excited smiles.
“Daddy! You comin’ home?” Cash squeaks excitedly through a mouthful of food.
“Hi dad!” Easton chimes in, waving.
Briar is only half-interested, more taken by the fact that if she squishes the berries between her fingers they turn mushy, babbles out a, “Daddadaa.”
“I’ll be home in like three hours, ‘kay” Harry informs them - his heart aches to be there right now with theme
“Ezzie cried all night,” Cash let’s his father know.
“Mama cried too,” Easton whispers, like it’s a secret that he doesn’t want her to hear, “I think she is really sad.”
Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, “I know. Ezzie was sad last night. Can I talk to mama?”
Easton looks to his mother off camera as she must say something to him to repeat to Harry, “Mama said that she is busy and she’ll see you when you get home.”
He clenches his fist off camera, trying to smile but he knows it’s terse as he says, “Alright, I love you all. See y’when I get home.”
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Meanwhile, YN gets all the children settled after breakfast.
Easton, Cash, and Ezra in the backyard - the two older ones digging holes for bugs and the younger playing in the sandbox.
Briar was snoozing in the cradle of YN’s elbow as she sat on a chaise - watching the kids.
She hits the number she was looking for, waiting for it to ring, and then she hears, “Hillside Pediatrics, this is Jess.”
The office knew the family well because Harry is Harry Styles and they have four children who visit there.
YN inquires about therapeutic options for him, resources, and if they had any recommendations for where to take him.
Like the super mom she is, she manages to set up an intake appointment that evening (which was a miracle on its own), call Anne and ask to watch the other children, and then take a deep breathe.
Harry steps through the back door, dressed in his usual Yankees hoodie, Nike shorts, and trainers looking tanner than before.
“Hi bubbies!” He greets, basking in when all of his children look up and squeal excitedly at the sight of their father.
Easton and Cash are the fastest, racing to cling to each legs and nuzzle into his thigh with a tight hug.
Ezra is slower, by the time he’s arrived to his father - there was no room for him to shuffle in and he automatically lets out an earth-shattering wail.
Just like before.
“Daddy! Hold me! Daddy, hold me please!” His youngest son begs desperately, stretching up his arms, and letting hot tears stream down his cheeks.
Harry tuts, reaching for him and popping him on his hip but Ezra has other ideas - scrambling until his nose is pressed into the curve of Harry’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him.
“Ezzie, c’mon now,” Harry titters softly, reaching down to give both of his other boys a kiss on the head before they dart back off to play.
“Daddy, miss you,” Ezra blubbers sadly, Harry wincing when his son yanks a bit in his longer curls by the nape of his neck.
“Y’okay, daddy’s got you. Relax, breathe bubba,” His father reassured him, swaying softly back and forth until he’s just sniffing.
“We have an appointment with a children’s play therapist for him later at five,” YN tells him, shushing Briar who’s squeaking from the noise.
Harry takes a deep inhale, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Can we talk now since y’been ignoring my calls?”
YN bristles at the attitude in his tone, “Excuse me if I’d rather not be critiqued on my skills as a mother when I am sleep-deprived and stressed out.”
He clenches his jaw, speaking lowly with firmness, “Y’bein’ absurd! I didn’t critique to you, y’blowing things out of proportion! Y’the one who didn’t tell me this was going on!”
“It didn’t get that bad until last night! I could handle it - he would just be upset for a little before bed but he’d never got that anxious before,” She justifies, returning the glare he’s giving her.
“Didn’t think y’could mentioned it to me? I have a right to know, he’s m’baby too. I could have fix this yet you were letting him suffer,” Harry bites out but know as soon as it’s out of his mouth that he wishes he could swallow the words back down.
You were letting him suffer.
YN doesn’t even argue back, just starts bawling because of how hurtful those words were and how could he even say that?
“Mama, fuck- I didn’t, I’m just-“
His wife gets up without a word, using Briar’s blanket to wipe at her wet cheeks, and vanishing through the sliding back doors.
Ezra was snoozing peacefully on him and he couldn’t leave the boys outside alone so he resorts to sitting down on one of the outdoor couches and curse internally.
He couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. He just felt so….betrayed that she hadn’t told him what had been going on and he felt like he was letting down Ezra.
It was a nasty feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach because he was away so much from his family and it was stressful for everyone.
He wanted to cry at the idea of his son crying for him every night.
-
Harry starts to get anxious when YN isolates herself in their bedroom with Briar for the next upcoming hours.
He knocks softly, opening the door to YN turned on her side away from him, under the covers, with Briar asleep in her bassinet asleep.
“Mama? Y’awake?” Harry murmurs cautiously with a sandwich and chips since she’d disappeared and hadn’t been down once, water in the other hand.
“Are the boys okay?” YN asks quietly, not bothering to turn over to face him.
“Yes, babies are fine. They’re watchin’ Toy Story right now, eatin’ lunch,” Harry replies, eyes falling in his beautiful little daughter.
“If the boys are fine then I don’t want you in here,” YN tells him with an angry tone but low enough that it won’t disturb Briar.
Harry nearly whimpers.
“Baby, please. We need to talk-“
“If the boys are fine, I want you to leave me alone.”
Harry hesitates by the door, feeling helpless as he slips the plate onto the dresser in case she is hungry but he doubts she’ll touch it.
“Alright, I’ll leave y’be. Call me if y’need anythin’ or help with Briar,” He offers, trying to buy time in the room.
She laughs sarcastically, “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re notified because I can’t do a good enough job myself.”
Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to conjure up the perfect words to fix this situation but it’s interrupted.
“Daddy? Daddy? Where? Hold me!” Ezra screeches as Easton stands outside the door with him, holding his hand.
“Dad, he won’t stop,” The oldest complains with annoyance as Ezra scurries to his father and up into his arms.
“Daddy daddy,” He chants into his father’s skin with relief.
“Thank y’East, Ezzie’s been sad lately. Huh?” Harry replies, thumbing at Easton’s cheek.
The oldest shrugs, “Not always. Mama cheers him up all the time with kisses and hugs.”
Harry gazes back to the lump under the blankets and feels himself getting choked up. He really really regretted his words.
He didn’t regret being upset with her. He regrets the cheap shots he took at his wife who’s just trying to be a full time mom to his babies.
“Mama?” Ezra squeaks at the word, realizing he hasn’t seen her recently and then he’s back to tantruming, “Mama, mama, mama. Where’s mama?”
“M’right here, Ez,” YN murmurs, flipping to her other side so that her youngest could see her. His face lights up and he scurries to the bed, scampering up until his mom is tucking him under the blankets with her.
Harry’s heart aches when Ezra whimpers quietly and burrows into her warm chest with happiness that he found his mother.
“Y’got him?” Harry asks, hand raking through Easton’s curls as he leans into his father’s side.
“Can we go play now, dad?” Easton asks impatiently, tugging his father out of the room and down the staircase.
-
Anne shows up and the two older ones are so excited, bouncing up and down as they tug her into the backyard to show her the holes they dug with Briar popped on her hip - gnawing on her shirt collar.
YN brings Ezra down the stairs, curls tamed with a bit styling mousse and a little adias x disney outfit that was the cutest thing ever. ***
Harry reaches out to take Ezra off YN but he whines and shakes his head, clinging to his mother like it was life or death.
“No daddy! Mama!” Ezra pouts angrily, glaring at his father with protectiveness.
He puts his hands up, “Okay, okay. Y’can stay with y’mama.”
-
The car ride is silent, Harry doesn’t know what to say and YN isn’t giving him anything to work with. He feels like he’ll just say the wrong thing again.
When they pull up to the building and Harry puts it in park, he’s startled when his wife just starts bawling into her hands.
Harry freezes for a second with wide eyes before rumbling, “Mama, sweetheart. Please don’t cry, it breaks m’heart, darlin’.”
“I’m…I’m no-not a good mom,” YN cries, “I wanted to tell you but I was scared. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle raising our babies.”
Harry pries her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks and firmly staring, full conviction in his voice, “If I didn’t think y’could handle four babies then I wouldn’t have put them in you. I wouldn’t talk about putting more in you.”
YN’s eyes are watering, letting Harry swipe the tears away with his thumbs as she inhales deeply, “I am so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”
Harry leans forward, kissing her harshly before whispering against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about baseball in comparison to you and the kids. I’d give it up this second if y’asked. I want to worry because you’re the love of m’life and I’m y’husband - I’m here to support you and support our family.”
He continues, “I am a bit frustrated with you. I want you to tell me everything I miss when I’m gone even if it stresses me out or upsets me. Okay? But I shouldn’t have said hurtful things. You’re the best mama on this planet and y’treat our babies the best.”
YN nods, willing herself to stop crying as their appointment starts in ten minutes as she takes steady breathes.
“I forgive you. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. I just…I feel like you do everything for us and the least I could do is manage the kids,” She sighs with self-deprecation.
“Mama, just because one of our bubs needs therapy doesn’t mean you’re not doing a perfect job. We’ve always know Ezzie was an anxious baby. This is going to be good for him and for us, right?” He encourages, nosing at her cheek before she offers up her lips once more for a short kiss.
“I love you,” YN tells him, running a thumb of a light dusting of stubble on his jawline.
“Love y’more than anything,” He replies instantly.
-
Ezra is nervous as they step into the calming, peaceful office where there are neatly organized buckets of toys and shelves of books.
Patricia was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who welcomed them in, she observed how Ezra had himself wrapped around his dad with hesitant green eyes peeking at her.
As they sit down, Patricia says softly, “This must be Ezra?”
They all wait for a moment before the toddler turns around to look at the woman and says timidly, “m’Ezzie.”
“Hi Ezzie,” The therapist greets and he gives her a cautious smile before nuzzling back into his father’s neck.
The discuss what has been going on. How Ezra has always been very nervous, anxious, cautious in a way that none of his other siblings are.
How he struggles when one of his parents is away from him, how he can get upset if he can’t find one of his siblings, or how much he worries about things most kids his age don’t worry about.
Patricia does an excellent job in calming down the parents, assuring them that it was nothing out of the norm, and that therapy would be beneficial for him.
She states that they’ll work a lot of feelings - being able to describe and recognize them. That will be one of the most important things.
Also working on his ability to calm down and cope with stressful situations, recommending once a week which of course his parents agreed to.
By the end of the intake, Ezra had ventured to take one of the baby dolls from a bin and bring it back to his father.
“Look daddy, s’a baby,” He lisps proudly, holding it up to show him.
“Good job, bubs,” Harry laughs, leaning to kiss his forehead - watching him toddle off to find more dolls to play with.
-
That night, after all the kids go to bed, and YN is finishing her final feeding with Briar in her nursery before putting in her crib.
Harry runs a nice, steaming bath with lavender bubbles and a candle burning with the lights dimmed low.
When she finds him, he slowly undresses her with warm kisses and praises of how good of a wife and mother she is.
They lay in there together, YN between his legs with her head rested on his chest, as his hands massage at her tummy and hips lovingly.
And yeah, everything is okay after that.
They get up the next day and everything is back to normal except now Ezra goes to therapy once a week with his parents.
(Ezra ends up working with Patricia until he’s in about sixth grade.)
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Bring You Back
pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader
summary: r and nat have happily been together for over a year, until everything comes crashing down. now, nat and the avengers will stop at nothing to get back the r they know
genre: angst w happy ending
word count: 10k
warnings: swearing, cheating, mind control/brainwashing, setting things on fire, Supergirl references, two sentences that could potentially be interpreted as implied smut but that wasn’t my intention, lmk if i need to add any more
A/N: this is set in the same universe as Operation Fire Widow but you don’t need to read that to understand this!
also this is kinda proofread, and by that i mean it’s 2am and i read over it but i’m tired and not thinking straight so the proofread doesn’t really count
”I swear, if you two don’t get married then I won’t believe in love anymore,” Carol said as she sat down on the chair across from you and Natasha.
You smiled as you felt your girlfriend’s arms around you tighten.
Carol couldn’t help but smile proudly at the two of you.
You had been together for a little over a year, but you had been crushing on her for months beforehand. Carol, being one of your best friends, had been part of the big plan created to get the two of you together. Things didn’t end up going as planned, but of course it all worked out in the end.
“Does anyone want a blanket before it starts?” Wanda asked as she entered the living room.
Carol and Peter both nodded at her, but Natasha simply shook her head.
“I have my blanket right here,” she whispered into your ear.
You grinned, then closed your eyes. You purposely used your pyrokinesis to heat yourself up to just the right temperature so your girlfriend could be warm.
She leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on your neck, causing you to giggle.
In the past year that you were together, Natasha evidently found out about your love for Supergirl.
It took some convincing, but eventually you were able to get her to binge watch the show with you so she could catch up to the live episodes.
“Y’know, you’re kinda like Kara if you think about it,” Natasha had told you. “You’re a happy little ray of sunshine, but you can also be a powerful badass when you want to,”
You smiled at her, giving her a quick kiss.
“I think you’re like Lena,” you replied, smiling at her. “You don’t have powers, but you’re still a badass and the team would basically be lost without you. You’re also super smart, and not to mention the fact that you both have gorgeous green eyes. Plus, you and Lena both act like you’re all dark and scary, but deep down you’re a softie,”
She rolled her eyes at the last sentence, prompting you to giggle before kissing her once again.
“So if I’m Kara and you’re Lena, then that means that you have reason to ship Supercorp now!”
“I already ship them, detka.” She told you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Lena clearly makes her smile a lot more than Mon-El ever did. I wish he never came back in the first place, but Lena did right by making the device that required him to leave Earth,”
“I’m so proud of you.”
Now, Natasha had caught up so she could watch the episodes live with you Carol, Wanda, and Peter.
The current season wasn’t great, but you had been watching it since the pilot of the show first aired and you certainly weren’t going to stop now.
“Damn it,” you heard Natasha whisper as William appeared on the screen. “I don’t want to see him,”
You smiled, then placed your hands over hers, which were currently resting on your lower stomach.
“He’s just taking up screen-time that should be going to Nia, or Alex or Kelly,” she said to you.
You nodded in agreement, softly rubbing your thumb over her knuckles.
You leaned back father into her, allowing her to place a few kisses on your head.
“I love you, Natty,” you said softly, looking up at her.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, unable to stop the smile on her face.
“Hey, lovebirds!” Carol said, pausing the show. “Do your little sappy couple stuff later, we’re about to get a Supercorp moment,”
You breathed out a chuckle, then turned your attention back to the screen.
-
After the episode ended, Natasha insisted on carrying you back to your shared bedroom because of how tired you were.
You nodded, allowing her to effortlessly pick you up and take you upstairs to bed.
Luckily, you had decided to wear your pajamas before going down for Supergirl, so you didn’t have to change now that you were as tired as you were.
She gently set you down on the bed, climbing next to you as soon as she changed into her own pajamas.
Her arms had become your home at this point. You scooted yourself closer to her, placing your head underneath her chin as you wrapped your arms around her.
A yawn escaped your mouth as you began to entangle your legs with hers.
“Natty?” You asked her, not quite ready to fall asleep yet. She nodded for you to continue. “When do you think Bucky’s gonna ask Steve out? I can tell he likes him. Maybe we should do something for him like my friends did with me last year,”
Her breath had hitched the moment you mentioned Bucky’s name.
“What?” You asked her, eyes opening wider now.
“I don’t think Bucky likes Steve,” she said. Not in her soft voice she normally used with you. But with her voice she used with everyone else.
“What makes you say that?” You asked, your smile faltering a bit.
“He just doesn’t,”
“And how would you know that?”
“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go to sleep.”
You backed away from her, raising yourself up so you were on your elbows now.
“Why are you being so defensive?”
“I’m not!”
“You are,”
“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”
Her eyes had widened, and she almost looked afraid. And that made you afraid.
“Natty, what’s going on?”
She said nothing, but broke her eye contact.
“Natasha,” you said, your own tone changing a bit too. It wasn’t your happy, cheerful tone you had most of the time. It was the tone you used while on the battlefield, or during interrogations. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”
“I can’t,” she said at almost a whisper. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to fall down.
“Tell me, or I’ll ask Bucky myself,”
“No, don’t!” She begged. “Please don’t! It didn’t mean anything! You’re the one I love!”
Your heart fell, as she practically confirmed your fear.
You were wide awake now.
“No,” you got out. “No it’s not true,”
You pulled yourself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. You sped-walked down to the end of the hall, Natasha following after you.
Your fists were balled so tightly, you were sure your nails would leave a mark; they were almost drawing blood.
You had to take a deep breath before knocking on his door, you didn’t want to set it on fire.
“Yeah?” He asked, opening it. His smile fell as soon as he saw Natasha’s tear-struck face.
“What did you guys do?” You asked shakily, looking between them.
“You told her?!” Bucky said angrily.
“No, no, no, no, no,” you said softly, your stomach already twisting. “It’s true?”
“I promise it didn’t mean anything,” Natasha cried desperately. She pulled your arm back, flinching at the heat radiating off of it, but she didn’t let go. “It was only once, we just had a bit too much to drink, and-”
You pulled your arm out of her grasp, already feeling the tears falling down your cheeks.
“When?”
“Two weeks ago,” Bucky answered, earning a glare from Natasha.
“Y/N, baby, please,” she said as she reached out for you again. “I love you, and I want you,”
You couldn’t even look at her.
Without another word, you made your way back to your bedroom. Not the one you shared with Natasha, but the one you had before you and her got together.
At this point you began to hyperventilate. You could hear the banging coming from the other side of your door, but you weren’t going to open it.
You lay facing down on your bed, letting the sobs escape as your breathing only got faster.
Before you knew it, the pillow you were clinging onto had completely caught on fire.
“Shit,” you said, shaking it to try to get rid of it.
Unfortunately, your grip on it only made it worse. So you tossed it onto the bed.
Bad idea.
Now the entire bed was on fire.
“Oh, fuck it!”
Luckily, Tony had used his nanotech to upgrade all of your suits. So with a tap to your watch, your fireproof superhero suit began to appear.
If you could smother the flames with something that wouldn’t catch on fire, maybe it could work.
It did not.
The fire alarm was now going off.
“Fuck, shit, fuck,” you muttered.
You closed your eyes, holding your hand out to attempt to use your powers to put the flames out, but it didn’t work. You could still hardly breathe, and your vision was still blurry with tears.
Finally, you fell to your knees, letting out a scream that carried so many emotions.
When you opened your eyes, the flames were gone. Your hands were shaking, your chest was burning, and the fire alarm was still going off, but the flames were gone.
You let out a shaky sigh.
You stood up, ready to open the door, but you stopped yourself right before you grabbed the handle.
You couldn’t be here anymore. You wouldn’t. Not after what she did to you.
You figured you’d call one of your childhood friends, and stay with her for a bit. You two had always had one another’s backs, so you didn’t doubt that she’d help you.
You made your way back to the door, silently praying that no one would still be waiting.
You wish had half-come true. Natasha wasn’t right outside your door anymore, but she was down the hall heading toward you. It looked like she was carrying something to open your door, since she wouldn’t have been able to do it herself with the material it was.
You quickly broke eye contact with her, then dashed down the other end of the hall. You heard her footsteps, but you didn’t stop running.
“Y/N, please!” She called, finally catching up to you as you stood outside yours and her bedroom door.
“Get away from me,” you choked out.
You just needed to grab your phone so you could call your friend. You needed your phone so you could get away from the person who had caused you all the pain you were feeling.
You opened the door, wasting no time in finding your phone right where you left it on the nightstand.
Unfortunately, your eyes met hers as you turned back around.
“Please, let’s just talk about this! Y/N, I love you!”
“I wish I believed that.”
You brushed past her, leaving her stunned.
You couldn’t face anyone right now. Once you got to your friend’s place, you’d text your other friends and let them know that you were safe.
But for now, you exited the building without another word.
You were thankful for your fire powers at this moment. You could see your breath in front of you, so you knew it had to be cold for anyone without pyrokinesis.
Once you got far enough away from the compound (you knew you were far enough when you could no longer hear the fire truck that had automatically been sent over by F.R.I.D.A.Y.) you pulled your phone out, and scrolled through your contacts until you found your friend.
You clicked the call button, holding the phone up to your ear.
“Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up...”
The phone rang a few more times as you waited for her, but you never found out if she actually picked up or not; as you suddenly lost consciousness at the feeling of a blow to your head.
Part of you tried to fight whatever was happening to you, hearing the voices as your body was dragged around. But the other part of you thought about what Natasha had done to you. That part didn’t fight.
And that part won.
6 months later
”We have intel on a HYDRA base formed near here, responsible for multiple civilian casualties and experimentation,” Steve told everyone.
Natasha had been staring at the empty seat at the table, once filled with your presence.
“Nat,” Steve said to her, sighing.
“What?” She asked, being brought back to reality.
“Look, Nat,” he said softly. “We need you for this. We need the whole team.”
She said nothing, but nodded at him.
She had to restrain herself from shifting her gaze back to your empty chair. She also had to restrain herself from looking at anyone but Steve to avoid everyone else’s lingering glares.
Most missions didn’t need the whole team, but because no one had been to this base before, they didn’t know what to expect. Because of that, it was better to be prepared and have the whole team rather than risking a few people for what could be too much for them.
The base was only about 30 minutes on the Quinjet, so definitely within somewhat close proximity.
Steve sent Wanda and Natasha down first.
Neither of them said anything to each other. Wanda had hardly said two words to her at all since you left. She missed you, and she blamed her for your leaving.
Tony and Carol followed close behind.
Natasha held her gun at her side, holding it up at every corner they passed.
Of course, she wasn’t really thinking about this mission, or about HYDRA.
She was thinking about you.
She was thinking about how you would go out of your way to hold her hand while she was nervous on missions. She didn’t get nervous until you.
Before you, she never really felt that she had a reason to be nervous.
But once she was with you, she would always get scared that she wouldn’t make it back to you, or you wouldn’t make it back to her.
Even after you left, her nerves didn’t go away.
With her powers, Wanda could sense Natasha’s anxiety. She was pretty good at hiding it, but her thoughts were loud enough for Wanda to tell otherwise.
They rounded the next corner, making their way into a room filled with computers.
“We’re in,” Wanda said through her earpiece.
Natasha made her way to one of the computers, and began to type away to get what they needed.
If she hadn’t been the cause for you leaving, Wanda, along with the team in general, would actually feel bad for the assassin. She hardly went on missions anymore, unless they absolutely needed her.
She could hide her emotions when people looked her straight in the face, but they all knew that she had been miserable since you had left.
Before you, she didn’t smile very often. When she did, it was usually just a small grin. But once she was with you, she couldn’t help but smile almost all the time around you. She wouldn’t hesitate to fully smile with you, especially when you were always smiling at her.
“Oh my god, Natasha,” Wanda said, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. “For just one second, could you stop thinking about…”
Natasha perked up when she noticed that Wanda didn’t finish her sentence.
She turned around to see what she was looking at, causing her jaw to drop instantly.
“Y/N…”
-
“Let go of me!”
“No! I don’t belong here!”
“What did you do to me? Why can’t I use my powers?”
“Get away from me!”
Your cries echoed through everyone’s ears as you were restrained in a small cell.
Your plan was to burn the two redheads before they could get HYDRA’s important files, but they had failed to inform you that one of them had powers too. Except her powers allowed her to constrict you in mid-air as you fought against her.
She eventually put you into some sort of trance, so you wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone.
You weren’t sure why everyone was looking at you the way they did, but you figured it had something to do with them being Avengers.
In your months as a HYDRA agent, they always warned you of the Avengers. They said they couldn’t let you get anywhere near them.
You weren’t sure why, I mean, you could literally control fire with your mind. Had you been paired against anyone other than the redheaded witch, you would’ve easily won.
“Y/N,” came the voice of Captain America.
“That’s not my name. I don’t know who Y/N is,” you replied, sending him a harsh glare.
“Y/N, we know this isn’t you. We’re going to do everything in our power to get you back,”
You scoffed,
“This is who I am. Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with? Especially since you haven’t even given me the liberty to be able to defend myself, by taking my powers,”
He sighed,
“We’re not going to kill you. Tony designed this cell to counteract abilities like yours. It’s not doing any damage to you, but you won’t be able to use them. We can’t allow you to have your powers while you’re like this,”
“Then just fucking kill me!”
He sighed again.
“I’m going to leave you in here for the night, but we’ll be back tomorrow,”
He waved goodbye, and even gave you a small smile.
You weren’t sure why he did it, but you only glared back.
-
“I can’t do it, Clint,” Natasha said, pacing around in circles.
Clint was the only one who didn’t completely shun her and shut her out after finding out what happened. Part of him wanted to, but he knew she needed somebody. Even if it was just one person. And if that one person had to be him, then so be it.
“You don’t have to do it now, especially since she’s not… the Y/N we know. But you can’t avoid her forever.”
“She left me. For all we knew, she could’ve been dead. She made no contact, she clearly didn’t want us to find her. I thought…. I thought she was gone forever. But now HYDRA has her, and it’s my fault.”
“Nat, you can’t blame yourself for this. Her abilities are unique, so it’s not surprising that they would target her like this,”
“It is my fault. If I hadn’t… done what I did, if I hadn’t been so fucking stupid, she wouldn’t have ran off like that. She wouldn’t have been taken.”
“You’re right, you were fucking stupid. But you didn’t cause HYDRA to take her and mess with her mind. That’s on them, not you,”
She shifted her gaze to the floor as tears began to form in her eyes.
“I’ve missed her so much, Clint,” she said, her voice breaking. “I wish I could take it all back. I wish it never happened. I wish I could just hold her in my arms and never let go,”
He took a step closer to her, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as she began to sob.
Just then, Steve began to make his way back, passing the kitchen.
“Anything?” Clint asked as he walked by, still holding Natasha close as she continued to cry.
Steve gave a solemn look, then shook his head no.
When he saw the way Natasha was crying, he felt a pang of sympathy for her. Yes, she had broken the heart of one of the nicest, and overall universally liked person, but he couldn’t help but want to comfort her in this moment. She was once his friend too.
Instead, he continued to the meeting room to consult the rest of the team and inform them of your state.
-
Steve kept his promise about returning. He was only there for a few minutes before Tony Stark stood in front of your cell.
He looked like he was about to throw up.
“So,” he began, stepping forward. “Do you know why you’re here, any of this look familiar to you?”
“God, for someone who’s supposed to be a genius, you’re really fucking stupid,”
“Look, whatever HYDRA’s told you isn’t true. They’re filling your head with lies. Both literally and figuratively.”
“Sure they are,”
“Well then why don’t you tell me what all you remember of your life before HYDRA?”
“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean they’re lying to me. They’re the ones who gave me my pyrokinesis, which you took from me, but the memory loss was a side effect.”
“They didn’t give you your powers, Y/N, you got them when you were a sophomore in college. Freak accident with something that wasn’t supposed to be in your chemistry class, but it ended up working out for you. You became an Avenger two years ago,”
“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me Y/N.”
“Fine then. What would you like me to call you? What name did HYDRA give you?”
“I don’t have a name. I have an identity.”
“Alright then, what’s your identity?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Cute. Alright, that’s enough for now,”
He left you. It seemed you had annoyed him enough.
No one came by for the rest of the day.
Well, that’s not entirely true. One person, who looked like he was just a kid, stopped by to slip food through the tray.
“Here you go, Miss.”
He didn’t call you the same thing Tony and Steve did. You were grateful for it.
But as soon as his eyes met yours, they instantly filled with tears and he ran out.
You had always been well-liked among all the Avengers, but Tony began to have a soft spot for you when you became friends with Peter. You were a bit older than him, but you always acted like a big sister to him, and thought of him as your little brother. Soon enough, Tony began viewing you as a daughter figure.
He didn’t like the idea of Peter going in there with you, but he was outvoted when the kid volunteered to bring your food.
He knew he was right when he saw him running back, rubbing his shirt against his eyes to wipe away the tears.
For the next week, it became a routine. Steve and Tony would come by, and try to get you to talk, but ended up just going in circles. You were beginning to wish they actually had killed you.
But after the first week, something changed. Two women walked in.
You recognized one of them as the redhead who used her powers on you, and the other was a taller blonde who looked vaguely familiar.
“What now?” You asked, sitting against the wall.
Neither of them made clear eye contact.
“You’re the one who suspended me in the air while your teammates fucking captured me,” you said, pointing at Wanda.
“We didn’t capture you, HYDRA did,” she told you.
“That seems to be a common theme going around, and it’s getting tiring. But you know what? Go ahead, tell me more about how they’re lying to me when they’re the ones who made me into what I am today,”
“We’re not here to talk about HYDRA,” Carol said, looking up.
“Oh? Well then by all means, do continue,”
She took a deep breath in,
“You were more than our teammate, you were our friend. So if you’re tired of us telling you that your life is a lie, we’ll tell you about your life here,”
You shrugged. You were bored. If what they said would keep you entertained, then you didn’t have a problem with it.
“I was the one who trained you with your powers. When we found you, you could hardly control them at all. You had run away from everything and everyone, trying to isolate yourself so you wouldn’t hurt anyone. The instant we saw you, we knew you were a good person. You had this look in your eyes-”
“Oh really?” You asked. “Where’s this look now?”
“Gone. Buried somewhere in your mind, along with the rest of your memories,”
You between both of them,
“Tell me why you’re really here,”
The truth was that Wanda believed she could somehow try to use her powers to get your memories back by searching through your head. She stood there, staring at you, trying to find anything that would show your old memories, but there was nothing.
If that wouldn’t work then it couldn’t hurt if they at least attempted to tell you a little bit more about your life here.
“I was there when you controlled fire for the first time, completely on your own. You were in control. You couldn’t believe it, but all I remember is feeling so incredibly proud of you. We kept working together, and soon, I was able to call you one of my best friends.”
You could see her crying, and you began to feel for her. You weren’t sure why; she was an Avenger. An Avenger who betrayed HYDRA nonetheless, but part of you wanted to comfort her.
“I’m sorry,” you said. You instantly regretted it. You couldn’t let them manipulate you like this.
“When I joined the team, you were the most welcoming person here. You had joined just a few weeks before me, but I could tell that everyone already loved you. It didn’t take long for me to love you too.” Carol said, her eyes filling with tears too.
They had to be lying, but you weren’t sure why part of you felt such a pull toward them. It had to be part of Wanda’s mental manipulation. That was the only explanation you could think of.
“The boy,” you began. “If what you’re saying is true, I-” you stopped yourself. “Y/N, was also close with him, right?”
“Yeah,” Wanda told you. “You and Peter become close fast. You originally bonded over TV shows you both liked, which turned into a thing for the four, and eventually five, of us to watch together,”
You still didn’t fully believe them, but if hearing about your supposed life would entertain you, then you’d keep listening.
This pattern also lasted a week. They would come in for about an hour per day, and tell you stories about your life here.
They told you about the time Wanda decided to teach you guys how to bake. You decided that waiting for it to heat up took too much time, so you held the pan in your hands and heated it up with your powers. They ended up burning to a crisp.
They told you about the time all of Peter’s friends ended up being out of town for his school dance, so you agreed to go with him. Wanda and Carol had managed to sneak in as well, to check on the two of you but everything ended up being fine.
They told you about the time you tried to high-five Tony after a mission, and his suit registered you as a threat at first because of how you jumped up to meet him, so it ended up blasting you 20 feet.
They told you about how you once calmed down the Hulk and turned him back into Bruce simply by smiling and waving at him.
They told you about the time where Steve made a political comment, and you slammed your hand on the table and spent the next two hours educating him on important political topics. They said you had practically radicalized the man from the 40’s.
-
One day, neither of them came in. It was surprising, as you had actually begun to slightly enjoy their company. Slightly.
Instead, Peter came in. He looked a little less nervous than the first time, but he managed to look you in the eye.
“Y/N…” he said.
Your stomach turned as an idea popped into your head. It was a terrible idea, and would most definitely hurt him. But it would get you out of here. It would allow you to get out, and get back to HYDRA.
“Peter!” You said, perking up in a high-pitched voice.
“Y/N?” He was confused now.
“Peter, Peter, Peter! I remember now! It’s all coming back to me! We were friends! Close friends, you were practically my brother! I remember it all!”
You strained yourself to keep your face smiling and optimistic.
He turned his head to the side, thinking about it.
It had to work. He had to believe you so he would let you out.
“Peter, I remember going with you to your dance! Your friends weren’t there, so I went with you. We ended up having a great time, especially when Wanda and Carol made an appearance too!”
He reached forward, about to open the cell when he stopped himself.
He wanted to believe you so bad. He wanted his sister back.
“Tell me about the little boxes,”
This had to be a code of some sort. Shit.
The Y/N they were describing seemed to be a bit clumsy, losing control of her powers and getting blasted by Tony while trying to high five him. You could picture Peter being similar to that too.
“I tripped over a bunch of tiny boxes, and then you fell right after me. We ended up laughing about it for hours,”
He sighed, looking away from you.
The truth was that little boxes were a Supergirl reference. You and Peter were both generally optimistic people, so you had confessed to each other that there was a lot of pressure with that to keep up the team’s spirits. So when you both saw Lena talk about how she uses the little boxes as her coping mechanism, you both knew it was unhealthy.
Luckily, you came up with a healthy version. You both could keep up your optimism with the team, but you had a free pass with each other. Undoing the little boxes, if you will.
He couldn’t bring himself to look back at you. He couldn’t believe he almost let you trick him like that.
So he walked out without another word.
Tony was waiting for him, and immediately pulled him in for a hug when he saw his face.
“I thought she was back for a moment,” he said. “I thought we got her back,”
Tony let out a long sigh. No one could get through to you, not even your best friends.
They only had one option left now; Natasha.
-
“You can do this, Nat,” Clint told her.
It had been four weeks since you’d been in your cell. Over a week since anyone from the team tried talking to you. She was the only option left.
She didn’t want to do it at first, she still didn’t.
But Clint eventually convinced her. He told her that she owed it to you to at least try. Whether it be out of her love for you, or because she hurt you, she owed it to you.
He walked with her until they reached the door. From there, she had to go on her own.
She walked down the hall, holding her arms around herself.
She took a deep breath, then finally stepped in front of your viewpoint.
You sat with your back against the wall, eating the last bit of your lunch.
“Hey,” you said, giving a simple wave.
She tried to steady her breaths before looking directly at you.
“You were there when they took me back here,” you told her. “I remember. You were at one of the computers, and I was about to attack you and Wanda before she suspended me in the air and you guys brought me here,”
“Remember anything else?”
“No. Were you someone important? I thought they were done sending in all of Y/N’s friends,”
“We weren’t friends,”
“Oh?”
“I loved you. Part of me always will,”
“You mean to tell me that I pulled the Black Widow? Okay, now I know you guys are lying to me,”
“Peter, Wanda, and Carol were the ones who devised the big plan to get us together. They wanted to figure out a way for me to need your warmth, so you could be my personal heater. It didn’t go like that, and you accidentally burned me while we were dancing. Then I found out you liked me, and the rest is history.”
“You got with Y/N after she burned you?”
“First of all, I know you didn’t actually mean to burn me. Second of all, I had liked you for some time too. When we first met, I instantly felt this pull toward you. Your smile made me feel things I never thought I could feel. You always went out of your way to make me smile. I thought it was because you were like that with everyone; but as soon as I learned about your feelings for me, I couldn’t believe it. I called you down the next day to ask you out, and that’s when we had our first kiss,”
“Sounds great,” you said nonchalantly, knowing it hurt her. “But if you claimed to love me so much, why didn’t you look for me?”
Her breath hitched.
“Oooh, I hit a nerve there,” you said with a chuckle. “What? Did it happen in the middle of a fight or something?”
That’s when the reality of the situation hit her. Yes, she would do everything in her power to get you back, but would you still want her even when she did get you back? You were right, you had left because Natasha had broken your heart. How would she face you again once you remembered it all, once you remembered what she did to you?
So she changed the subject.
“Did the others tell you about your favorite shows?”
“They told me that we would all watch shows together, but didn’t give specifics,”
“Your favorite was Supergirl. I always thought you were a lot like the main character, Kara. You just had this sunshine in your eyes, just like her.”
“And now?”
“Well, I guess you’ll see once you get to the sixteenth episode of season one.”
“When I get to that episode? So you’re resorting to TV shows for my memory?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, which brought her even more pain.
“I thought you wouldn’t mind the idea, I imagine it gets boring for you in here,”
“No, no, you’re right, it does. Look, if you want me to watch it, I’ll watch it, but…” you burst into laughter again.
It was pathetic how the Black Widow was so determined to get her sweet little Y/N back.
But, you were willing to let her try. You couldn’t wait to see it crash and burn.
-
“You really think I’m like Kara?” You asked her the next day as she came to see you. “I’m five episodes in, and she’s the most annoying character ever.”
Natasha sighed. She’d get you back eventually.
“Look, I’m just saying that they could’ve made her more interesting. Like, she has the potential to do so much more but instead all she does is be giddy and fake quirky.”
The truth was, part of the reason you had loved Kara so much originally was because you were able to relate to her in a way because of your powers. She suppressed them for years, just as you had tried to, but eventually embraced them and became Supergirl. Even if it was fictional, it’s a big part of the reason you found the courage to learn how to use your powers and become an Avenger. And of course, you did happen to have a personality just like hers.
Now, all you could do was roll your eyes at the character.
A few days later, Wanda eventually came back. She had a few brownies with her.
“What’s this for?” You asked her.
“You wanted to surprise Natasha with something sweet after she came back from a mission, but you couldn’t do it on your own. You had already made three failed batches, so you knocked on my door at 2:00 in the morning asking for help. I wanted to say no, because I was asleep and didn’t want to get up. But I saw the look on your face, and I just couldn’t say no to you. So I got up and helped you make them. They ended up turning out, and Natasha loved them.”
“And you’re giving me this because you think it’ll jog my memory?”
“Partially, but it’s also because I still care about you, Y/N. Even while you’re like this, I know my best friend is in there somewhere. I made them, and it didn’t feel right not to try at least,”
You shrugged as she slipped them through the opening to give them to you.
You took a bite, and instantly closed your eyes at the taste.
“Oh my god, Wands, this is amazing,” you told her as soon as you swallowed.
She had the biggest smile on her face. Not because you liked the brownies, but because you called her Wands.
You were coming back.
-
Two weeks later, Natasha was making her daily trip to you. You smiled at her, happy almost happy to see her.
“God, Lena’s so pretty,” you said to her. “Her eyes are just perfection,”
Natasha let out a chuckle,
“Glad to see you still have an appreciation for green eyes,”
“How could I not? I really hope Kara gets with her,”
She laughed again,
“Come on, I have a surprise for you,”
“What?”
She smiled, then unlocked your cell door. You turned your head, giving her a confused look.
She stepped into your cell, holding a bracelet of some sort.
“As much as I’d like to fully trust you to take you outside of your cell, I can’t. So this replicates the energy in this room, keeping you from using your powers,”
You shrugged, then held out your arm for her to put it on.
Once it was secure, she motioned for you to follow her.
She led you through the compound, resisting the urge to grab your hand and interlace your fingers with hers. She knew you would come back eventually, and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms when you did.
“Anything look familiar?” She asked with a hopeful tone.
You felt a pit in your stomach as you shook your head no. You gave an apologetic look, then continued following her.
She said nothing, continuing to lead you through the compound until she opened a door, leading up to the roof.
She gave you a smile, then turned her head toward a blanket and pillows with a basket full of food.
“What’s this for?” You asked as you sat down across from her.
“I dunno, I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been confined to that cell for so long, I figured it’d be nice to bring you up here,”
She reached into the basket, then handed you a peanut butter sandwich.
Her smile widened as you took a bite out of it, and you couldn’t help but return her smile.
She reached across, and placed her hand on yours.
“I’m sorry,” she said immediately, starting to pull it back. You gripped it tighter so she wouldn’t pull back.
“It’s okay,”
You didn’t have your memories, but you knew that you and Natasha were a thing. It amazed you how the woman with a deadly reputation gave you such a soft smile.
Holding her hand felt familiar. It felt like home.
And you loved hated it.
“Why are you doing this, Natasha?” You asked her, rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. “Don’t tell me it’s just another effort to jog my memory,”
She looked down at your intertwined hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
“Because I love you,” she said honestly. “You were my everything, Y/N,”
You smiled at her again, feeling fluttery nerves build up in your stomach.
So you muttered something in Kryptonian.
“What was that?”
She pulled away, staring at you wide-eyed.
“What?” You asked, disappointed she pulled her hand away.
“You didn’t learn that from HYDRA,”
“What are you talking about?”
“What you just said to me, it’s a made up language,”
“All languages are made up,”
“No,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s Kryptonian, from Supergirl. You and Peter taught yourselves the language from online websites. You always called me that after you learned it. You’re remembering,”
She grabbed your hand once again, then leaned in closer. You reached out and grabbed her other hand, so you had both of your hands connected to hers between the two of you.
“My beautiful sunset,” you said in English this time.
She leaned forward even closer, inches away from closing the gap between yourselves.
“Wait,” you told her, pulling back. “I don’t have all my memories, but I know that we were together.” She nodded for you to continue. “I also know that there was some sort of fight before HYDRA. I need to know what happened, Natasha,”
Her breath became shaky as she disconnected your hands,
“Not now,”
“No, I want to know. I need to know. Because as much as I hate it, I’m feeling something for you. But I don’t want to, especially if I don’t know what happened. So tell me,”
She took a deep breath in, then stood up.
“I think we’ve spent enough time here, let’s take you back,”
“No! Just tell me what happened!”
“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go back.”
“Why are you being so defensive?”
“I’m not!”
“You are,”
“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”
“Natasha,” you challenged. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”
“I can’t.”
-
That was three days ago, and Natasha hadn’t come to see you since. You missed her.
You had continued to binge your way through Supergirl, almost finishing the fifth season.
“I killed my brother for you! For our friends, don’t you understand what you’ve done?” You quoted perfectly. It didn’t surprise you at this point. You had those memories, and they would show up. But you couldn’t think about any past memories, sometimes they just showed up; like this scene and like the Kryptonian.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you looked up to see a man you hadn’t talked to before,
“Ah, the Winter Snowman,”
“Winter what now?”
You laughed, turning your body to fully face him.
“I know who you are. HYDRA’s beloved Winter Soldier. I just think Winter Snowman is funnier. So, what brings you here?”
“I haven’t talked to you yet,”
“Why’s that? Did we not like each other or something?”
“We were friends,” he told you, looking at the floor. “Once, I was up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, and you happened to be up too for whatever reason. You saw me, and made me hot chocolate. When you saw that I wasn’t exactly okay, you hugged me until my breathing evened out and I was okay. After that, it became a routine for you to make hot chocolate every time I wasn’t doing so great. Sometimes we’d sit in silence, and sometimes I’d talk to you. But you were always there. I could always trust you.”
You smiled, realizing that you really were an incredibly nice person before HYDRA.
“So why haven’t you come to see me yet? Natasha’s been the most, except for the last few days. What’s been stopping you?”
He took a deep breath in,
“I came to apologize.”
“Apologize? What for?”
“I’m part of the reason this happened to you. I’m part of the reason you left.”
“Really? I thought that was Natasha. All I know is that something happened between her and me and she won’t tell me,”
“She did hurt you, through me if you think about it. I still hate myself for it. I’m so, so, sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me, but all I know is that I would take it back if I could.”
“No. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I’m so sorry.”
He left as all the pain and emotion came to your chest. You could see your vision blurring as tears started to form.
“No,” you said softly, falling to your knees.
Your breathing got heavier as you practically crawled to the glass.
“Get me Natasha!” You cried, banging your fists against the wall. “I want Natasha here!”
Tears began to stream down your face as you continued banging. You weren’t sure how long it was like that, but she eventually came running.
F.R.I.D.A.Y. had alerted her that you were in distress and calling for you. She assumed you had somehow gotten hurt, especially since you were huddled on the floor.
She opened the door without hesitation and sat down next to you.
“I’m here,” she said gently.
“Tell me it’s not true,” you said, your voice breaking.
Her heart dropped.
“Tell me you didn’t make me think what we had was real, just for you to cheat on me with Bucky. Tell me you didn’t make me fall in love with you for it to be fake.”
“It wasn’t fake, Y/N. I did love you! I still do.”
You scooted away from her.
“Stop lying. Just tell me the truth; did you or did you not cheat on me with Bucky?”
She let out a few shaky breaths, feeling her own tears form.
“I did.” You let out a sob at her words. “I did and I regret it more than anything. I don’t know what came over me. All I know is that I want you and I wish I never did it,”
You let out a few more sobs as you cried harder.
Out of instinct, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around you as you sobbed into her chest.
“No.” You told her. “Get away from me. I don’t want comfort from the person who’s the reason for my pain.”
She nodded, wiping her own tears away.
“Y/N, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’ll never forgive myself for it, but I still love you so much. You’re everything to me,”
You stood up, your harsh glare meeting her once again.
“You were right, Natasha,” you said to her. “I am like Kara. Because just like her, I gave my heart to a lying jackass. Get out and get away from me.”
You weren’t sure why it hurt so bad. You hardly had any of your memories together. But part of you knew that you loved her. Part of your mind never stopped loving her, even while you couldn’t remember her.
Sobs escaped your body as you held your knees to your chest. Natasha hated seeing you like this. She hated it even more so because she was the reason for it.
She wanted nothing more than to comfort you and hold you until you felt better. But she knew she couldn’t.
As she took a step toward the door, she glanced at you one last time, wondering if she truly lost you forever.
-
Carol came by to see you after she saw both Natasha and Bucky sulking.
Like Natasha, she had no problem entering the cell and sitting by you. Steve had advised everyone to keep a safe distance from you as your memories were still primarily HYDRA. He wanted you to fully come back just as much as everyone else did, but he couldn’t risk the safety of the team.
But as soon as she saw your red eyes and tear-struck cheeks, she could give two shits about Steve’s warning.
She sat down next to you on the bed, gently putting a hand on your back to let you know that she was there.
You practically jumped into her arms, allowing yourself to cry once more as you clung onto her.
You sobbed into her chest for a few minutes as she slowly stroked your back.
“Sorry,” you muttered, pulling away from her. “I think I might’ve ruined your shirt,”
She gave a soft laugh, then wrapped an arm around you.
“Don’t worry about it,”
“Why’d she put so much effort into getting my memories back if she knew I would find out and get hurt all over again?”
Carol sighed, gently squeezing your shoulder.
“I think part of her hoped, and is still hoping, that you’d forgive her,”
You scoffed,
“Once a cheater, always a cheater. Even if I remember everything, I’m not getting back with her. God, no wonder I left in the first place,”
“We were all worried about you, y’know. You left without a word. Tony tracked your phone, and found it shattered on the street a few blocks from here. We thought it meant you didn’t want to be found.” She told you. “If we knew you had been taken by HYDRA, we never would’ve stopped looking,”
“What happened while I was gone?”
“We all knew it had something to do with Natasha. She always acted like she was fine, but her eyes were constantly red and puffy. We also heard crying from her bedroom. A week or so later, she blew up at Bucky in front of everyone, so we all found out,”
“What happened then?”
“We hated them for it. We wanted nothing to do with them. I glared at Natasha any chance I got. How could she do that to you? I lost my best friend because of her,”
You let out a sniffle, then looked up at her to see that she had started crying too.
“I’m sorry for leaving you,” you said, hugging her once again. “I don’t clearly remember it, I have bits and pieces. But I should’ve at least talked to you guys instead of leaving like that,”
“It’s okay. You’re here now, and I’m not giving up on you.”
-
A week later, to your own surprise, you had called for Natasha again.
Both Wanda and Peter had made individual visits to you. You were grateful for them as they hugged you tight.
Wanda had suggested that you talk to her one last time to get some closure. She also said that it could help with your memory.
You were reluctant to the idea at first, but eventually agreed as you realized that the memory process was getting you nowhere at this point.
So you stood by the glass, waiting.
When she arrived, she almost couldn’t believe that you wanted her there. She thought that maybe you just wanted to scream at her, but then she saw your calm and collected face.
“I only called you here ‘cause Wanda thinks getting some closure could help with the memories,” you explained right away. You didn’t want her thinking that you had forgiven her.
She nodded, biting her tongue to prevent herself from crying.
You pointed to the door, indicating that you wanted her to come in.
She nodded again, opening it and standing a few feet away from you, arms crossed.
“I just need some answers,”
“Okay,”
You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. You balled your fists, feeling your nails against your palms.
“Why did you do it?”
“I wish I knew.”
“Oh come on, you have to at least give me more than that,”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I genuinely don’t know why I did it.”
“Then tell me how it happened,”
“Are you sure? You said that this could be helpful for your memories, but I don’t want this to cause you any more pain than you already have,”
“I’m sure. Just tell me,”
“Alright,” she let out a slow breath. “You were on your way back from a mission. I had been missing you, so I was staying up late so I could see you as soon as you landed.” Her voice began to shake, but you motioned for her to continue. “While I was waiting, I assumed I was the only one up. So I decided to pour myself a drink, since there was still about an hour and a half before you’d get back. Bucky ended up coming down a few minutes later, so I poured him a drink too.”
“Really? You’re using the drinking excuse?”
She didn’t reply to you, but continued anyway.
“Something didn’t feel right, physically. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I ignored it and instead focused on how I would be seeing you soon. After around 30 minutes, something really felt off. I was about to get up and try to do something about it, but he got up at the same time. One minute we were just standing there, the next we were kissing. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I didn’t know why I was doing it, but I didn’t stop. After it happened, I felt sick about it; literally. My eyes had turned red, and I just felt so nauseous-”
“I remember that,” you interrupted her. “I remember you had red eyes and weren’t feeling good. I thought you had gotten a cold, so I took time off training to stay with you. Of course, it was just you feeling guilty about being a cheater,”
“I couldn’t face what I had done-”
You interrupted her again,
“Wait a minute, you said you had red eyes and something felt wrong while you were with Bucky, right?” You said, she nodded in response. “Did the drink taste normal?”
She shook her head no,
“It didn’t, but I didn’t really focus on that. I was busy thinking about seeing you again,”
“Who all has access to the drinks?” You asked, your heart rate quickening.
“What are you talking about?”
“Just, take me to the security room and let’s look at the tapes for around that time, but a bit before,”
She wasn’t sure where you were going with this, but she opened the door anyway.
“You’re not gonna restrain my powers?” You asked as you had made it around halfway down the hall.
She shrugged,
“I don’t think you’re gonna hurt me or anyone here,”
You returned her shrug, then walked ahead of her until you reached the security room.
Once you arrived, you smiled, realizing that you had made it there on your own from your memories of this place.
You sat down in front of a computer, and began typing away at the security tapes.
“There’s a missing one, a few hours before,”
She turned her head in confusion.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” she said, “Do everything you can to retrieve this file,”
“Right away, Miss Romanoff,”
“If I’m right then…” you began, but didn’t finish. You didn’t want to get your hopes up.
A few minutes later, F.R.I.D.A.Y. found the deleted file.
You pressed play, showing what had happened that day.
The HYDRA agent had memorized everyone’s schedule. The majority of the most powerful Avengers were currently on a mission, and the others were training; so this was the window.
He had hotwired a car Tony had left at a bar parking lot, when he was too drunk to drive and had to be taken home by a taxi, and then forgetting about the car altogether.
The agent used this to pull in without security questioning it.
He made his way to the back of the building, then spotted a slightly cracked window. He used that as his opportunity, reaching his hands under to fully open it up.
Once he climbed in, he then went to the kitchen.
Due to training schedules and timing, it was likely that no one would be drinking tonight except for the target.
So he took the bottle, opened it, then sprinkled a powder into it.
He then closed it, and put it back where he left it before leaving the room and coming to erase his tracks.
“HYDRA’s told us about that powder before and the effects of it, it makes you susceptible to suggestion. They’ve modified it so they can give specific commands just from taking it.”
“So what does that mean,”
“They knew we were together, they knew I had powers. They knew I’d be devastated if you cheated, and hoped that maybe I’d leave.” You started, staring at her with a mixed expression. “It’s starting to come back to me, the fire alarms had gone off that night. That was their signal that it had worked, and I was hurt. They took that to their advantage, and found me in my devastated state and took me.”
“What are you saying, Y/N?”
You smiled. It was the same smile you used to give her before everything happened. You took a step toward her and cupped her cheeks.
“You didn’t cheat.”
-
Your moment was short lived as you instantly fell to your knees, hands around your head.
Everything was coming back to you now.
“It’s pathetic, and never gonna happen!”
“Oh come on, you guys aren’t gonna actually freeze the room, right?”
“Oh my gosh, um- it’s not what it sounds like! I promise, it’s-”
“You should watch Supergirl with me,”
“Can you not go easy on your girlfriend during training?”
“Of course I’ll be your personal heater,”
“Natasha… I love you. I really do. It’s okay if you don’t wanna say it back, but I thought you should know.”
“My beautiful sunset,”
“You’re my home,”
“Natty,” it was the first time using that nickname since you’d been back here. “Natty, I remember everything now,”
She bent down to you, running a hand through your hair.
To say she was relieved was an understatement; she had just found out that the biggest mistake of her life wasn’t even her fault, that she didn’t betray you like she thought she had. And, the love of her life had finally completely come back to her.
You instantly began crying, leaning your forehead against hers, wrapping your arms around her neck.
Without thinking, you crashed your lips onto hers. It wasn’t a pretty kiss by any means; it was desperate, and wet with tears. But neither of you seemed to care.
“I love you so much,” you said between kisses. “I’m so sorry for everything I said to you.”
“It’s okay, you didn’t know, no one did,” she wrapped her arms even tighter. “I love you too.”
If either of you had been thinking straight, you would have alerted the team that you had gotten your memories back and didn’t need to be locked up anymore.
But you weren’t. All that was on either of your minds was making up for lost time.
She picked you up effortlessly, holding you tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist, keeping your lips on her skin.
She carried you all the way back to her (and now yours once again) room.
Once she set you on the bed, she reconnected your lips in a messy but meaningful kiss.
She crawled on top of you, planting kisses everywhere.
“I love you,” you told her again.
“And I love you,”
And those were all the words either of you needed right now as you continued showing each other just how much you loved and missed one another.
-
Hours later, you lay on the bed completely wrapped around her. Your face was buried in her neck as your limbs tangled with each other.
You both shot straight up at a knock to her door.
“Natasha,” came the voice of Steve. “Y/N’s missing.”
“About that…” she said. “There’s a lot I need to tell you guys.”
She hopped off the bed, keeping her hand connected with yours.
You met Steve’s worried eyes when she opened the door, tightening your grip on Natasha.
The conversation with the team ended up going well. Everyone apologized for how they had been toward Natasha and Bucky after learning that it wasn’t their fault.
And of course, they were ecstatic that you were back.
Carol, Wanda and Peter, ran toward you and all tried to hug you at once, resulting in a dog pile. Eventually, everyone else joined too, only making the pile bigger.
You met Bucky’s eyes, and gave him a smile. He seemed relieved, then smiled back at you.
The rest of the day, everyone continued making sure you were okay, and Tony had already started a plan for finding that HYDRA agent.
Bruce wanted to do a checkup, which you agreed to. Natasha held your hand the entire time, which made it a lot harder for him to do what he needed to. Despite this, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her to stop. You had both suffered so much these past few months, so if you wanted to hold hands right now, then so be it.
“Y’know,” Natasha began, pulling you into her lap. “We haven’t had a proper date in so long. Obviously it’s too late to go anywhere, but we can have a night in and watch last week's episode of Supergirl if you’d like. I haven’t watched it since the last time, and I really have missed my favorite blanket. So, what do you think?”
You turned around, kissing her instantly. It was a long, deep, needed kiss. You couldn’t get enough of each other now that you were back.
Once you pulled apart for air, she smirked at you.
“So I’ll take that as a yes, then?”
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— surprise pregnancy with haikyuu boys
summary: you hadn’t planned for this to happen. neither of you had. but it had, and now you had to tell him.
characters: kageyama tobio, miya atsumu, akaashi keiji
tags: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, some humor, brief mention of abortion, implied body image insecurities, happy ending
— kageyama tobio
you wring your hands as you lean against the doorjamb, anxiously waiting for kageyama to come home. he’d had a long week, you know, but your first appointment with your doctor is on monday, and you think he’d like to be there if possible. at least, you’d put it off long enough.
the click of the lock unlatching and the familiar turn of the knob raises your attention. you feel like you’re going to choke under the pressure, and even seeing his face doesn’t calm you down.
if anything, you’re even more nervous, seeing the sweat on his brow.
“tobio—” you call over to him when he walks through the door, before you lose your nerve, “i’m pregnant.”
there’s a terse silence, even though kageyama just looks confused. your boyfriend blinks once, twice, and scrunches his eyebrows like he always does when he’s thinking hard, and just stares. your heart pounds in your chest.
“...but i just signed onto a new team,” he says, finally.
you make a sound of affirmation. “yeah, i know,” you sigh, smiling tightly, “but we can make it work, right?”
he kinda looks like he does when he’s setting, in deep concentration, kind of unhappy. you wait for him to say something, anything, but the silence stretches on, for so long that you think you’ll have a heart attack.
“my first doctor’s appointment is on monday,” you tell him, trying to nudge him into saying something, “do you want to come with me?”
“i can’t, i have practice,” he blurts out almost automatically, and you nod. of course he does. it’s silent for a while, and then he’s speaking again. “can’t you...” he swallows, looking away, “...not have the baby?”
don’t lose your shit, you tell yourself, don’t lose your shit. you tamp down the growing anger and nod again, making another vague humming noise.
“yeah, i could,” you agree, voice eerily quiet, “but i want the baby, tobio.”
“okay,” he nods, “...do what you want, then.”
your heart drops. you can’t see his face, not with his bangs covering his eyes, but you stare at him for a while anyway, your own eyes stinging. you silently shuffle back into the house, leaving him standing in the doorway.
it’s awkward when he slips into bed that night. you keep your back to him, but you can almost feel his gaze on the ceiling. you don’t know when he sleeps, or if he ever does. by the time you wake up, he’s wrapped around you, leg thrown over yours, his big hand rubbing over your still flat stomach under your shirt.
he jolts awake as soon as you stir, dropping his lips against your neck and nuzzling you.
“i’m sorry about last night,” he murmurs immediately, and you’re sure he’s pouting. “y-you caught me off guard. i want it. the... the baby. with you.”
you sigh, staring at the wall opposite from you. you think of having to move again, back to japan this time. you thought that would be good for you and kageyama, but his reaction last night...
“are you sure?” you ask, covering his hand with yours, missing some of the bravado you had, “we can...”
“no,” he sounds almost childish, and you smile, wondering how he’ll be as a father, “no, i’m—i’m sure.”
his arms tighten around you. it’s not often that you get to cuddle in the morning with kageyama, not when he’s always going for jogs and volleyball practice. so you lean back, telling yourself that everything will be just fine.
— miya atsumu
“y’know, y/n...” your boyfriend says to you one day, “yer gettin’ kinda... like, fat...”
you whip your head around to stare at him, your cheeks heating with embarrassment. he cowers instinctively, waiting for you to hit him like you usually do, but your arm stops midair before you let it drop.
you wanted to hide this a little longer, because to be honest, you were scared. scared of his reaction, scared he wouldn’t want you, scared you’d be left alone. but you sigh, knowing you couldn’t anymore, and slump against the couch.
“atsumu...” you lower your voice, and instantly he cowers more.
“i‘m sorry! i didn’t mean it like that!” he yells, hands covering his face, “don’t hit me, i’m beggin—”
“no, atsumu,” you sigh, taking his hands into yours, “listen to me.”
he sees how serious your expression is and quiets down, bowing his head and leaning closer to you. the idiot still probably thinks you’re mad because he called you fat, you think. you would’ve laughed if you didn’t feel like puking at this moment.
“i’m pregnant,” you say, taking a deep breath, “we’re gonna have a baby.”
“hah?” he retorts quickly, “we’re what? no, we’re not.”
you watch as his face changes, and then he’s off again. “no, y/n, ya can’t be pregnant. i can’t be a dad. have ya met me? samu doesn’t even have a kid yet, ‘nd that’s like, the one thing i don’t wanna beat him at and— goddammit, i shoulda used condoms—”
“atsumu,” you almost scream, the panic bubbling up in your chest, “do you not want to do this with me?”
“but, weren’t ya on the pill or somethin’? how could this happen?” he acts as if he hadn’t heard your question,” y/n, are ya sure it’s min—”
you can’t take it anymore and burst out crying. you don’t even pay attention to the fact that he just accused you of cheating. the stress from the weeks of keeping this to yourself explodes and you sob loudly, louder than atsumu’s panicked rambling.
“shit—” he curses, seeing your tears, and quickly taking your hands into his, “y/n, ’m sorry, i—it’s just—i’m gonna be a horrible dad, ya know? i don’t know if i can do this, it’s like... i’m not very reliable ‘nd ma always said—”
“but,” you sniffle through your tears, “aren’t we doing this together?”
he nods slowly, and then moves to rest his head on your chest. he tentatively puts a hand on your stomach, rubbing his index finger over it as if it were foreign to him.
“yeah,” he agrees quietly, “we’re doing this together.”
— akaashi keiji
you knew akaashi hadn’t wanted a child, not yet at least. you knew that, and yet when he said okay the night you told him you were pregnant, you were naive enough to think that it was actually okay.
he works, all the time, very hard. it only made sense, he had told you he needed to, in order to get to where he wanted to be. but it left you many nights, belly and feet swollen, joints aching, alone on the couch, wondering what you were doing.
did you eat your vitamins? he asks softly every morning without fail. but that was it.
you went to doctor’s appointments alone, you shopped for baby clothes alone, and you stared at the empty four walls of the baby’s room alone. you were too afraid to buy furniture for it: it seemed too permanent, especially when being pregnant seemed like a repressed dream every day.
"keiji, ” you call out to him early one morning, before he can leave for work again, “...let’s not have the baby.”
he doesn’t respond and for a moment you can’t even tell if he heard you. but then he’s whipping his head around, as if he had just realized what you said, and scrambles to kneel at your side.
“what’s wrong?” he places a hand on your belly, right beside yours, like he never had, “are you feeling—”
“you’re never here!” you cry, wincing at your own screech, “i don’t want to do this alone, keiji. i can’t do this alone. the baby started kicking yesterday, you know? and you weren’t there. i didn’t even know what to do. i’m not gonna know what to do. god, we need a crib and a c-changing table, and—”
you stop when he lays his head down on your lap.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbles faintly, his hot breath seeping through your shirt. the kitchen is silent with your sniffles. you’re so tired, from the pregnancy or everything else, but you tangle your fingers in akaashi’s hair, and it brings you just an ounce of comfort. it’s soft as always, just like it was when you had started dating.
“i’m sorry,” he says again, turning his head to the side to face you, letting your fingers drift over his cheek, “i was taking on more work, to save money for... for the baby. i hadn’t— ...i didn’t realize i was neglecting you, y/n.”
you look down, “y-you were what?”
“i took on a new author,” he tells you, “and i asked around for some freelance work. i think we’re okay financially, but you never know, so i thought it’d be good to have extra—”
“keiji,” you interrupt, voice scratchy, “were you nervous?”
“well, yes,” he admits, leaning into your palm, “but that’s no excuse for leaving you all alone. i can drop the freelance, maybe move most of my work back home—”
you smile, the familiar sound of akaashi overthinking things a buzz in your ears. you brush your thumb over the wrinkles between his eyebrows, tracing the lines on his face, recognizing the way his eyes tighten when he’s serious. he looks up at you.
“do you want to come to the doctor’s with me on thursday?” you sniffle softly, smiling at him.
“...yes,” he nods, almost like a reflex, but you can see him thinking again, his stare blanking. you reach down to intertwine your fingers with his, placing them over your belly. the focus returns to his eyes and he looks reassured, finally smiling back at you.
“yes,” he repeats, “i’ll come with you.”
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get some sleep, baby girl
A/N - i’m sorry if this sucked really bad, this is my first blurb ever. i tried to make it okayish. this is just a fluffy blurb where the reader is struggling to get their baby to sleep and dadrry saves the day. i hope you enjoy!
There’s nothing Harry loved more than waking up to his two beautiful girls every morning, a constant reminder of how grateful and lucky he was.
Each morning he’d spend at least ten minutes admiring his beautiful wife, Y/N, as she slept peacefully next to him, often finding himself subconsciously tucking a lone strand of hair behind her ear or carefully maneuvering himself to hold her comfortably in his arms. Soon enough Harry would hear the blabbering baby noises of their one-year-old daughter coming from down the hall, causing him to gently remove Y/N from his arms and lay her back down onto the bed before placing a kiss to her cheek and quietly leave the room to greet his little sunflower.
But this particular morning was different.
“Come on, baby, please. Please stop crying.” Y/N softly spoke to the young girl she held in her arms, desperately trying to rock her back to sleep. Hot tears rolled down the little girl’s face as she let out a heartbreaking cry, her blue binky falling from her mouth and landing on the carpet below.
Sighing as she retrieved the soother from the floor, Y/N looked down at her baby still fussing in her arms as she let a tear slip from her eye. She was so exhausted and tired, wanting only to have both herself and her baby girl go back to sleep. Looking over at the small clock planted on the wall of the nursery, it displayed ‘3:26am’, signaling to Y/N that she had been trying to get her daughter back to sleep for over half an hour. Still rocking her very much upset baby in her arms, Y/N slid down the wall she was leaning against and let her tears flow freely.
“I wish you could just tell me what’s wrong, angel..” Y/N whispered through her tears as she closed her eyes. Her heart shattered over and over as she listened to her baby continue to cry. She felt completely and utterly hopeless, and even more so like a terrible mother.
Harry woke up quite suddenly and in a small state of panic as he heard the loud screams of his daughter. Taking a moment to wake up, he was quick to notice that his wife was nowhere to be seen. Harry slowly got up from the king-sized bed the pair shared and made his way down the hall to the nursery, the cries of the little girl becoming louder as he neared the room.
The scene Harry saw when he opened the door to his daughter’s nursery was enough to crush him. His darling wife, quietly sobbing with constant tears dripping from her face, resting against the wall as she held his equally upset little sunflower in her arms.
Y/N’s head snapped up towards the door as she saw him enter the room. She picked herself up off the floor and slowly made her way over to Harry. Concern written all over his face, Harry looked into Y/N’s glossy eyes and gently wiped away the tears resting on her cheeks. “Oh, baby. There’s no need to cry, s’alright darling.” He softly spoke.
“She won’t stop, Harry,” Y/N said feeling defeated, “I’ve tried everything I can think of but she’s still so upset.” Harry looked down at the clearly worn out one-year-old, her soft brown curls a complete mess on her head and those usually bright green eyes flooded with tears.
“I feel like I’m failing as a mother..” Y/N muttered to herself.
“Hey, none of that,” Harry said, placing a finger under her chin causing Y/N to look at him, “You’re an absolutely amazing mother to our little bub. She wouldn’t be ‘ere if it wasn’t for you, love. You’re doing such a great job and I’m so proud of ya, y’know?” He flashed a small smile at her, which she returned before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“I love you so much, H.”
“I love you more, m’sweet girl. Now, let me take her,” He began as he delicately took the overtired girl from Y/N’s arms, “I’ll take care of this little one while you go back to bed, alright lovey?”
Y/N let out a yawn, rubbing her eye with one hand and handing him the binky with the other, “Okay. Thank you, baby.” She softly rested her head on his shoulder, allowing him to kiss her forehead before she slowly walked out of the room.
Harry walked to the corner of the nursery and sat down on the rocking chair, removing the throw blanket from underneath him and draping it over his legs. He let out a small sigh as he saw his little girl grunting as she tried to get comfortable in his arms.
“What’s the matter, little one, y’not having a very good night are ya?” He spoke softly as he placed her binky back in her mouth, noticing how reddened her little cheeks were after crying for so long. She let out a small whine as she looked up at Harry, snuggling up closer to him.
“S’alright, baby, Daddy’s here.” Harry brought the blanket up his body further to cover them both and held his little girl close to his chest, her cheeks smushing against him as he gently rocked them both. Within five minutes the little girl was fast asleep, small snores coming from her. By this time Harry was also on the verge of sleeping, his eyes droopy with yawns frequently leaving his mouth. He’d thought about placing the sleeping baby back into her crib and returning to Y/N in their bed, but he was simply too content and comfortable where he was.
Harry opened his eyes slightly and tilted his head down enough to kiss his baby’s head, smiling to himself as he watched her sleep.
“I love you, my sweet girl. Both you and Mummy, so much.” He paused for a moment, closing his eyes as sleep began to take over, “M’gorgeous girls, what would I do without ya?”
-
Soft sunlight beaming through the bedroom window was what woke Y/N up the next morning. Scrunching her eyes and rolling over, she had expected to feel Harry’s presence next to her. But she was greeted with nothing but an empty space.
Y/N lazily got out of bed and made her way to her daughter’s room, the place she’d assume she’d find Harry. Carefully opening the nursery door, her heart swelled at the sight before her.
Harry, his facial features cute and softened as he slept, holding their sleeping baby girl impossibly close to his chest, quiet snores coming from both of them. Y/N softly padded over to the pair. She reached down and pushed the binky back into her sleeping baby’s mouth as she quietly stirred, and pulled the soft blanket up over them more.
As Y/N made her way out of the room, she turned around and looked at the two once more. She giggled to herself as she took in the sight before her. Closing the door with a smile, she softly spoke to herself, “My two loves, what would I do without them.”
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