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hxneyhxrts · 2 years

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Rain Soaked || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 1)

Sequel to Sun Bleached

note: finally. i missed you guys. please note, i’m restarting the taglist because i don’t want to be annoying and tag people in a new work if they haven’t asked, so if you want to continue your tag, just let me know :) but i love you guys, and i’m VERY excited for the direction this is going it. once again, moodboard credit to the insanely incredible @newlibrary who nailed the vibe of this without ever hearing a plot. genius

warnings: explicit language, mentions of sex, angst, slow because it’s the beginning ya know

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They had six glorious months together.

Six months of recovery and laughter, full and drunk on each other and their company. Six months without any worries and a much needed reprieve from life-altering missions.

Month three is when the tide started to turn a bit.

Not in a major way, but enough to stir the safe haven they had created. Alec was given an assignment a few states away, one he had to report to almost immediately. Something to do with weapons systems and development and higher-ups wanting to pick his brain on a few things and test drive new tech they had come up with.

A fantastic mission for someone still relatively fresh out of Top Gun.

A mission he didn’t need Gwyn for.

She had cried every single day between him telling her and the day she sent him off with an airtight hug and choked goodbye. He promised her he would text and call and come back to her just as soon as they would let him.

That had been the first strike against her fragile headspace, the first notice that the contentedness she had created was not as impenetrable as she thought.

The second had been the deployments.

Phoenix had gone first, her and Bob getting whisked away overseas for something she didn’t offer specifics on, then Coyote and Payback. Gwyn had held her breath for when they would inevitably call her away for something. Or Jake.

She hoped she wasn’t the first one to go.

Jake had kept up his same charm and unyielding sense of adoration for her all throughout, even when most of her nights had been dedicated to crying over Alec’s departure.

Some semblance of normalcy returned when she had been approached about staying on Miramar for work, her first assignment since the mission that put her in the hospital, and a fantastic offer at that. She jumped at the chance, glad to stay out and surround herself with Jake.

But then Jake was called away. And the end had begun.

Some position overseas that someone higher up in the food chain than she had decided Jake was perfect for, and shipped him off without so much as two days notice. The goodbye had been rushed, frantic, passionate, and sorrowful, but she knew he’d return and they’d pick right up where they left off.

She still found it harder to lose herself in his touch and caresses that night, though.

The veneer she had scrubbed over their life together was cracking whether she liked it or not, no matter how much Jake assured her he’d visit and call all the time. It was foolish not to consider that they were adults with demanding jobs and that she wouldn’t be able to hold them this close forever, she supposed. But God, how wonderful it felt to be foolish.

Jake’s moving day had come far too quickly. Gwyn had soaked up every minute, hour, moment she had with him. Every box he had her label “donate” or “keep”, every run to the store to buy more tape, every late night beer and slow dance in the kitchen that felt foreign in its emptiness, every small thing she could hold close to her when she found herself lying awake at night.

His departure still came too quickly.

She had driven him to the airport, despite the crack in her heart when the exit creeped up on her while Jake hummed along to a radio station he had chosen, something that played all those old classic rock songs he loved. She had followed him as far as she could, even lingering to make sure he made it through security okay before he turned with one last wave and left for his next grand adventure.

She listened to that radio station on the way home.

And hadn’t switched it since.

True to his word, Jake called or texted at every opportune moment, though they didn’t talk nearly as much as she would have liked. And they physically saw each other even less.

Most of their time together when Jake would fly home (because he was home when he was with her as far as she was concerned) was spent in a mess of limbs and mouths and eager kisses she could never fully throw herself into knowing she’d be driving him back to the airport listening to the same stupid radio station come morning.

Still, it was Jake. And that’s all she wanted.

All she needed.

Alec had occupied her phone when Jake was busy saving the world or whatever they decided they needed him for. Her best friend had spent a considerable amount of time listening to her grumbles and heartaches, always up for a light joke or advice that seemed to soothe the ache. At least a little bit.

An offer to instruct at Top Gun came only four weeks after Jake’s deployment. An offer she took without hesitation.

She’d stay right there, content to wait for him to come back around to her. A pathetic caricature of the life she had envisioned for herself, but one she figured she could learn to love. Because she missed them, she missed all of them. Loneliness was a miserable companion, one she had more often than not found herself inviting to bed when no one seemed available to answer her texts.

Work piled up quickly, a welcomed distraction from her constant pacing and checking her phone calendar to see when Jake would be flying in next or when Alec would have a day off to video call.

And before she knew it, she was back into her routine of focusing on being better, better than they expected of her. If her counterparts were good, she would be great. Had to be. Her instruction style reflected that, and most of her students had surpassed previous Top Gun candidates' qualifications or performances within months of training under her.

She could throw herself into this. Get lost in being the best and not think about how quiet and empty her home felt when she returned back to it after a long day of flying. Or how she sometimes thought about sleeping in one of the dormitories on base just to avoid that heavy quiet altogether.

But nothing could prevent the downfall of her relationship.

Jake’s texts had started slowing down. So had his calls. Then they were maybe sending each other a good morning text once every few days. He was busy, and she knew that, but it stung her no less that he swam through her every thought and he couldn’t bother to spare a few precious minutes to send her a stupid message. Actual visits were rare and distant, no longer passionate or intense, but rather a weird kind of awkward she didn’t think they were capable of. She had become clumsy around him, completely out of touch and separated from him despite everything she tried to rekindle the scraps of what they had.

Jake just didn’t look at her the way he did. His eyes no longer sparkled when she ribbed at him, and he always seemed to be checked out when she would talk about her day or the weather or any subject just to fill the silence. Their time grew shorter, Jake always formulating some excuse to jet back to his place overseas sooner than anticipated. Their relationship spiraled into the poster child of unhappiness and Gwyn could only watch as a bystander in the whole ordeal.

So when the text from Jake finally came through, she wished she could say she was surprised.

This isn’t working anymore. I’m sorry.

She had stared at her phone for what felt like hours, small tears pooling at her cheeks as she read and reread it a million times.

So that was it.

Everything she had wanted and tortured herself for, done in six words.

Six.

Every Sunday spent trying out new recipes they found, every walk through the park with joined hands that felt too clammy to hold but wonderful to feel nonetheless, every late night spent tangled in sheets talking about what might be some day and whispers of “I think I might just make you my wife”.

Done.

They’d never have that again. She would never have that again.

Gwyn wasn’t angry. She wasn’t surprised. She didn’t even know if she was sad.

She was a million things. Disappointed. Vacant. Understanding. Confused.

She wished it could be different. She wished she knew why things had fallen apart, but could accept that they had. At least she had seen it coming, could steel herself against the wave of it before it came crashing down around her.

The quiet that greeted her when she came home now was hollow, like all the warmth within the four walls had left along with him.

Never to return.

Some nights all she could do was weep, fingers curling in the cotton of her blankets as she cried herself into a migraine. Some nights she managed to tumble into bed and fall asleep before those thoughts could even begin. Some nights she was able to answer Alec’s incessant calls and let him coo over her like a lifeline.

Some nights, like tonight, she was too restless to sleep and too worn out to mull over what was and what could’ve been.

It was a Saturday night, warm and balmy enough for her to open the kitchen windows as she floated through, opening cabinets to track down whatever she needed to make cookies.

Her dad had always told her baking fixes the soul, and she prayed he was right. Seven months had passed since that text she never answered had lit up her phone screen and crushed a little part of her. Seven months was way too long to wallow in heartache, and she knew that. She had pushed herself into going out every once in a while, and some days she didn’t think about Jake at all. Some days she was just Gwyn, just a girl with a love for aviation and a goofy grin her fellow instructors sometimes teased her for.

But some days she just couldn’t shake the feel of him on her skin.

Seven months. Her twenty-second birthday had come and gone. Alec had called her four times now to tell her his work was being extended and that he’d be staying away for a few more months. She had been home to see her siblings more than she could count. She had even made new friends and companions in that time.

Seven months.

And still, he was there.

Just at the fringe of her mind now, no longer as centered as he had been in those early days, but still there.

So she whisked together eggs and melted butter while her tired eyes roamed over a tea-stained page in an old cookbook she had recovered from the back of her kitchen drawers. Music drifted throughout the room, laying on the soft breeze and filling her ears.

”Can you see me? I’m waiting for the right time.”

Letters blurred together as her thoughts slipped back to him for what felt like the hundredth time.

What was he doing? Was he thinking of her while doing it? Did he think of her at all?

”I can’t read you, but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine.”

Did he still have her number? Did he ever think about texting her the way she often found herself doing? Did he ever watch a romantic movie and compare it to what they had?

”Can you see me using everything to hold back?”

Did he ever think about how they might have really gotten married one day, the way he used to swear they would? Did he picture their life together?

”I guess this could be worst, walking out the door with your bags.”

She switched the radio off with a bit more force than necessary.

Because what did she gain by thinking these things? What could she possibly find in these traitorous thoughts? Surely not closure, or anything close to it.

But it felt so nice to think about the white picket fantasy they had dreamed up together. And she had allowed herself that dream once. But not anymore. Not when seven months and a birthday had passed and she had other things to do, other things to pour herself into.

Other things like the call she had received the morning before.

She had just made it on to base and into her office when the admiral swung by to let her know to expect a call. The ringing had started about fifteen minutes later.

Some higher up who didn’t bother to properly introduce himself filled her in on the details. She was being called in for a detachment he couldn’t really disclose over the phone, and she’d be expected to report to the airport come Monday morning.

Whatever it was, it was a big deal, something any one of her coworkers would kill to have a piece of. And it was hers.

So she’d take some time away from Top Gun and get back to flying again, and she would still be the best there, and then she’d come back and do it all over again.

Time was split between ‘Jake’ and ‘After Jake’. And everything in the ‘After’ laid itself at her feet for the taking, opportunities thrown at her wherever she looked.

And none of it mattered.

None of it mattered if she couldn’t share it with him.

She would call Alec and share the news eventually, when she knew the parameters and how much she could say. But it wouldn’t be the same.

So when she had found herself on the precipice of tears for the first time in months, she had thrown the sheets from her body and stomped into the kitchen to track down something to make.

Traces of what he had done to her spread throughout her life, little dents in her otherwise stable day-to-day. Small things, unnoticeable to anyone else but her. Like the blank space on her photo wall where she once had a picture of their beach trip. Or the brand of milk she still bought even now because he had sworn it was way better than the cheap generic carton she always gravitated towards. Or that same shitty radio station she refused to change for whatever reason.

It haunted her. Try as she might, she couldn’t outrun every last lingering thread of them. She had been on a total of three dates since the breakup, each one more disastrous than the last, and she wondered bitterly if they were so terrible because they weren’t him.

Jake Seresin had ruined her, mind and soul.

And she wished she hated him for it.

But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Not when she let herself get too close to those small moments, little glimpses of that precious thing they had and how much it meant to her. He had loved her so fully and so completely that he left no room for anyone else. His affection had consumed her, eaten away at her, limb by limb, until she was nothing outside of what she was to him. She’d always be Gwyn, always be the aviator with the smart mouth and love for the skies.

But she’d always be his girl, too. Maybe before anything else.

And maybe it wouldn’t sting so much if she hadn’t thought they were so much more than a blip in each other’s lives.

There had been a day where she had asked for his phone, hers lost somewhere between couch cushions no doubt, to look up movie times for some film he had wanted to see that evening. She had pulled up his browser and frozen at the web page pulled up.

A ring.

A simple band with a simple stone, something only she could love enough to wear, but a ring nonetheless.

An engagement ring.

She had opened a new tab in a rush, head swimming too much to even type correctly before she gave up and tossed his phone back on the counter with a swallow.

She had never brought it up.

And neither had he.

Because within a month, they were drifting apart. Within two, they were no longer together.

So yes, she dwelled on what they were sometimes, a bitter taste settling on her tongue when she thought over what was almost hers and how happy she had been to think she would live out the rest of her days with him, as his other.

It didn’t make sense to her, the way they had fallen apart. Maybe the story behind it wasn’t for her. Still, she hoped she found something like that again, or at least close to it, just to fill the empty space she had come to hate.

She wondered if she’d even want that.

So tomorrow, she’d pack her things, only whatever she could fit inside whatever shitty military-issued apartment they’d squeeze her into, and ask her neighbor to water the plants while she was away. Then she’d sleep and think of him all night before peeling herself from her bed for the last time for who knows how long and usher herself (and Disco) to the airport where she’d find a new life and sense of purpose on the other side of the tarmac.

But tonight she’d just bake in total silence, too wretched and miserable to even listen to her breakup playlist, and soak in one of the last nights of peace she’d have for a while, no matter how fragile it felt.

And if she thought of him and how she’d truly always be his girl so long as her heart completely lived with him…

Well then, that was for her to deal with.

Part 2

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Can’t Be Your Secret Anymore

Summary: You hardly expected the next time you saw Spencer after your big fight is him coming out of an ambulance on a stretcher.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Nurse!Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: one swear word, arguing, hospitals, fluffy ending!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: this is an anon request!!! anon, i hope i did your wonderful request justice! my asks are always open for anything (random concepts, full-fleshed ideas, or just random thoughts/questions)

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“Sorry, I’m home late, sweetheart. The team wanted to go out for drinks after work and then Savannah wouldn’t let me leave until I did karaoke,” Spencer chuckled, “Luckily, she was drunk enough that I slipped out without ever having to fulfill my promise.”

Spencer’s smile faded once he realized you weren’t smiling too.

“Why did Savannah get to go but I can’t? We have been dating longer than her and Derek,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Baby, it’s not the same thing…” Spencer began to say.

You shot up from the couch, “It is too the same thing, Spencer. I have asked you at least 5 times to meet your team and you always say it’s not the right time. When will it be the right time, Spencer? A year? Ten? I can’t wait around until you decide I’m good enough for your friends,” you began walking around his apartment, collecting your things.

“No, Y/N. Please stay. You can meet them! You can meet them, I swear! Please don’t go,” Spencer desperately begged.

“I never wanted a pity invite,” you sighed, “Goodbye, Spencer. Call me if you would finally like to commit to me for once.”

The gentle closing of his apartment door cracked Spencer’s heart in half. He snuck out early from the bar in hopes of being cuddled up with you but now he was all alone.

A week. It had been a week since you walked out of Spencer’s apartment only to be met with radio silence. If you were being honest, you hadn’t really expected Spencer to make no attempt to get back together with you. But if he really didn’t want you back, you needed to start moving on with your life.

“Y/N, we’ve got an incoming ambulance,” Linda, the other on-call ER nurse said, snapping you out of your daze.

You jogged out to the ambulance bay, suiting up with rubber gloves.

The ambulance screeched to a halt outside the entrance as the paramedics unloaded the stretcher.

“White male. Early 30’s. GSW to the neck. Pulse is thready,” the paramedic stated.

The patient’s eyes opened slightly for just a second and they locked with yours.

“Spencer,” you whispered under your breath as his eyes closed again.

You and Linda rolled him up the OR before returning back to the ER floor. You took a seat at the desk and put your head in your hands. You were trying to control your breathing because being in the elevator with your barely alive ex-boyfriend was not how you expected this night to go.

“Do you know Reid?”

Your head snapped up to the muscular man that travelled in the ambulance with him.

“What?” you asked, even though you heard him the first time.

“It sounded like you said ‘Spencer’ when you pulled him out of the ambulance. I was just asking if you knew him,” Derek said.

“Um, kind of. We have a mutual friend so I’ve seen him around but I really don’t know him that well,” you lied.

It pained you to say that you didn’t know Spencer well at all when he was fighting for his life in surgery but then again, did you really? The mutual friend technically wasn’t a lie because you guys were set up by Patricia, a librarian, because you were the only two people under 60 that came into the library regularly.

Derek didn’t seem to be convinced but he nodded and stepped away regardless.

When the head surgeon working on Spencer came out, you purposely pretended to be doing a task close to where his whole team had gathered.

“Dr. Reid is expected to make a full recovery,” you heard, you let out an instant exhale of relief, “He is in Room E105 if you would like to see him now.”

Shit. That was the wing you were in charge of post-op for. The surgeon found you and handed you the clipboard of Spencer’s file before returning back upstairs.

You slowly made your way to the room. Thank god, you could see he was still unconscious through the door. You knocked lightly on the open door to alert the team of your presence.

“Hi, I’m Nurse Y/L/N. I’m in charge of Spenc-I mean Dr. Reid’s post-op. I just need to check his vitals real quick,” you informed them.

A blonde woman with bright bold clothing that you assumed was Penelope, based on what Spencer told you, backed away from Spencer to give you room to work, “Do whatever you need to do, sweetheart.”

That sent a pang through your chest. Spencer always called you ‘sweetheart’ but maybe that was just because he could never bring himself to call you ‘love’.

“He’s all set. I’ll be back in an hour,” you flashed a polite smile before quickly leaving the room that felt like it was suffocating you.

“Thank you!” Penelope called after you.

An hour later, you picked up Spencer’s clipboard once again and headed to his room, stopping in your tracks when you saw he was awake.

You made brief eye contact before you whipped around and speed-walked back down the hall.

“Linda, can you take my patient in E105 please?” you pleaded.

“Is it super gross?” she cringed.

“No, it’s just someone I’d rather not talk to right now. It’s just a vital check for a post-op GSW,” you informed her, “I’ll let you take an extra 5 minutes on break and I’ll do all the bedpan changes.”

“Fine,” Linda grabbed the clipboard and headed to Spencer’s room.

Linda decided to take her slightly longer break right after doing Spencer’s post-op. So when his ‘call nurse’ button started rapidly going off, you had no one to turn to.

You sprinted down the hallway to his room and quickly opened the door to see him sitting up, perfectly fine with the remote in his hand.

“Are you dying?” you asked flatly.

“Without you, yes I am,” Spencer replied.

You rolled your eyes and let out a humorless chuckle before heading to the door once again.

“Wait, Y/N!” he urged.

You didn’t turn around until you heard a ripping sound followed by a loud ‘ow’. When you turned around, you saw Spencer had pulled his bandage half off.

“Spencer! Why did you do that? I have other patients to tend to,” you grabbed the roll of gauze on the table.

“Now you have to listen to me as you reapply my gauze,” Spencer explained.

“Where did your team go? Can’t you bother them?” you huffed.

“You met them?”

“Don’t worry. I said I barely knew you through a mutual friend. I know how terrible it would be for you if they found out you were dating me,” you assured him.

“No, no! That’s not what I want. I want to scream from the rooftops that you’re my girlfriend. I just get scared that once we make it official to everyone, it will be even harder when I lose you,” Spencer admitted.

“Why do you think you’re going to lose me?”

“Because you’re way out of my league. Sometimes I still think you’re just a figment of my imagination and this couldn’t possibly be real,” Spencer confessed.

“Spencer, you’re a hot genius FBI agent. If anybody is out of anybody’s league, it’s you.”

“And you’re a hot ER nurse who probably saves more lives than I do on a daily basis and...I love you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, he finally said it. A sign of commitment.

“I love you too,” you spoke softly, gently pressing down the last strip of gauze on his neck.

You heard chattering approaching and the whole team appeared at the door with food and drinks in their hand.

“Alright, Dr. Reid,” you shot up from the edge of the bed, “Your gauze is all set. Press the button again if you have any other complications. Enjoy your dinner. Remember only jell-o or soup,” you headed to the door.

“Y/N, wait,” Spencer grabbed your wrist before you got very far and then interlocked your hand with his, “Guys, this is my beautiful and amazing girlfriend, Y/N, who I love very much.”

“Um-hi,” you waved.

Derek looked between the both of you and grinned.

“We were just going to have some dinner if you would like to join us, Y/N,” Penelope offered.

“Sure! Let me just tell Linda I’m taking my break,” you smiled.

You tried to leave again but Spencer still wouldn’t let your hand go.

“Spence, I’ll be right back,” you promised.

“I need a kiss before you go,” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning down to give him a loving kiss that made up for all the kisses you lost over the past week.

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thebookreader12345 · 3 years

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Shouting Match

Pairing: Sean Roman x Halstead! reader

Summary: Y/N and Sean were in what seemed like the perfect relationship, but when a close friend gets hurt, the two realize there were many faults between them and an argument ensues

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: slight swearing, mentions of alcohol and gunshot wounds

Word Count: 1,777 Words

"Jay, for the last time, I'm not gonna break up with Sean just because you don't like him," I tell my older brother.

"Why not, Y/N? I'd say that's a pretty good reason," Jay retorted as he followed me out to my car.

We had just spent the past 2 hours hanging out at Molly's so that we could catch up because it had been a while since we'd spent time together. But of course, as soon as the topic of relationships came up, a debate started that I had not wanted to get into.

"Look, Jay. I get that he's got beef with Intelligence, and they're practically your second family, but Sean's a really great guy. And once you get over whatever the hell has you fixated on him being an asshole, you'll see that. Now, I've got an early shift at Med tomorrow, and if I'm late, Will is gonna have my head. I'll talk to you tomorrow," I say before climbing into my car.

The ride to the apartment was pretty short, 5 minutes tops, and I was just happy to be home. I climbed out of my car and entered the complex, taking the stairs to get to the second floor of the building. From there, it was only a matter of seconds before I got to my door and unlocked it.

"Hey," Sean greeted from the couch as I came through the door. It wasn't weird for Sean to be in my apartment when I got home. Occasionally he'd come over so we could spend a bit of time together before our next shifts.

"Hey," I return and set my things down before joining him on the couch. I took a seat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, placing a much needed kiss on his lips.

"How was work?" Sean asked and encircled my waist with his arms.

"You know, giving meds, checking in on patients, the usual," I reply, describing the everyday routine of my job as an ED Nurse at Chicago Med. "And then I got to spend some time with Jay at Molly's. It's always nice hanging out with him since I don't see him as often as Will. But what about you? How was patrol?"

"Fine. The only thing that happened was an attempted robbery, and we caught the guy," Sean responded. "Speaking of work, my partner's taking a day off tomorrow, so I'm gonna be partnered with Kim for the day."

I had no problem with Kim. Quite the opposite, actually. She was my best friend. However, she was also Sean's ex, so sometimes it made things weird between us. She assured me when Sean and I started dating that she was okay with it, and I believed that, but whenever the three of us were together, there was a bit of awkwardness in the room. We always got past it though, and Sean and Kim continued to be friends.

"All right. Keep each other safe, please," I plead and peck his lips before climbing off of his lap. "I've got an early shift tomorrow, so I'm gonna head to bed."

"Goodnight," Sean called after me. I ditched the clothes I was wearing, throwing them in the hamper with one toss. After I put on some pajamas, I climbed into bed and closed my eyes. Minutes later, I was fast asleep.

............................................

"Y/N, that's your second cup of coffee this morning," Maggie pointed out as she joined me at the nurses' station.

"Yeah. And...?" I trailed off, not seeing the problem.

"Late night?" Maggie questioned.

I shook my head. "No, actually. I made Jay promise not to keep me at Molly's past 10, and he stayed true to that. Today I'm just enjoying my caffeine." Just then, Maggie's pager beeped, and when she glanced down at it, she frowned.

"Incoming! Choi, you're up!" Maggie yelled into the ED. Ethan was the doctor I worked with the most, and I had no problem with it. We had grown to be close friends, and we worked quite well together. So, whenever it was his turn to accept an incoming trauma, I always followed to help him out. I thought today would be the same, but that all changed when the gurney was wheeled through the ambulance bay doors.

"Kim Burgess, late 20s, gunshot wound to the neck. Weak pulse. We intubated in the field," Courtney, the paramedic, informed us. My whole world seemed to stop as I watched my best friend get wheeled past me. And seeing her unconscious made things 100% worse.

"Y/N, you coming?" Ethan quizzed as he led the gurney into the nearest trauma room.

"I uh... Mags, c-can you...?" I stammer out, not even needing to finish my sentence for Maggie to understand what I was asking.

"I've got this," Maggie assured me and followed Ethan into the trauma room. Seconds after Kim was wheeled in, Sean entered the ED, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me.

"Y/N!" Sean shouted and joined me by the nurses' station. "How's Kim doing?"

"I don't know," I confess and glance towards the trauma room she was situated in. "I make it a rule to not work on anyone I'm close with. What the hell happened? You guys were just supposed to be on a routine patrol."

"Intelligence called us up," Sean answered. "We were working a drug case and we ended up having to chase the guy down an alleyway."

"That's not what I'm talking about. You promised you'd keep Kim safe. You promised, Sean. So where were you when she was being shot at?" I implore harshly.

"I was taking cover like I was supposed to! We didn't have an eye so I ducked down behind a dumpster. What, you think this was my fault?" Sean asked.

"You're her partner, Sean. It's your job to protect her. Yet here she is with a bullet buried in her neck," I return.

"You're acting like I told her to make a move," Sean countered. "She put her own life in danger. I had nothing to do with that."

I scoffed. "You had everything to do with it."

"I don't think we should be having this argument here," Sean whispered.

"Well I think we should," I retort.

"Y/N," Sean started.

"Don't 'Y/N' me," I seethe. By now, the whole ED was staring at us, but I didn't care right now. "My best friend is dying because of you!"

"If it was me in there instead of Kim, would you be yelling at her?" Sean posed. "Cause I think you'd be trying to reassure her that none of it was her fault. So, what? Kim takes priority over me, your boyfriend?"

"At the moment, yeah," I reply and cross my arms over my chest.

"Just at the moment? I think she always has," Sean accused. "And if that doesn't speak to how our relationship is, then I don't know what does."

"What are you trying to say?" I ask.

"I'm not trying to say anything. I'm telling you that I'm through with this. I'm through with you," Sean emphasized. "We're done." As Sean stalked off back towards the lobby, everything he said really hit me.

We were done.

"Y/N? You okay?" Adam questioned once he noticed that I had practically froze in the middle of the ED.

"Excuse me," I murmur and push past him politely. My body was begging me for some fresh air to help calm myself down, so I made my way out of the ED, but that involved going through the lobby where Sean and the rest of the 21st district was waiting. I hoped that I wouldn't catch anyone's attention, but I should've known better.

"Y/N," Jay said and stood up when he saw me. However, instead of stopping to talk to him, I made a beeline straight for the exit. The automatic doors opened when I stepped near them, allowing a nice breeze to hit my face. My feet carried me to the front of the hospital where I took a seat against the side of the building and placed my head in my hands. That's when the tears began to flow, but I didn't stop them. Minutes later, I was joined by Jay, who took a seat next to me. For a few seconds, we sat in silence, but then Jay spoke up. "Natalie told me what happened."

"I don't want to talk about it," I mutter without removing my head from my arms.

"Well, as family, we're required to," Jay declared. "I told you Roman was an ass."

I laughed softly and picked my head up, resting it against the wall behind me. "I now see why you thought that. So everyone in the ED heard?"

Jay nodded. "Yeah. But don't worry. I'm sure they're all thinking the same thing as I am. Want me to have a talk with Roman?"

I shook my head. "No, but thank you for offering. I uh, I need to get back inside. We're low on nurses today. I'll talk to you later, Jay."

Jay's POV

A few hours later, Kim was awake and doing well, and I was just glad that she would be making a full recovery. As Adam and I were exiting her room, we just so happened to bump into Sean Roman, the girl who just, not even hours prior, broke my little sister's heart.

"Hey, guys," Sean greeted. "Is she awake?""

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Are you for real?"

Sean frowned. "What?"

"You broke up with my sister, that's what. Get the hell out of here!" I demand.

"But-"

Adam cut Sean off. "Kim doesn't want to talk to you. Not after what happened between you and Y/N. And I'd advise you follow Jay's orders."

Sean hesitated, but sighed. "Fine." He then walked off, leaving Adam and I standing alone in front of Kim's hospital room.

"All right man, I'm gonna head out. I promised Y/N that Will and I would come over after her shift, which is ending in like 20 minutes, so I've gotta pick up some pizza and beers."

"Okay. I'm gonna stay and keep Kim company. Have a good night," Adam spoke.

"Yeah man. You too," I return. And with that, I left the hospital to go spend some much needed quality time with my sister. Y/N would probably be hurting for a few days, but Will and I agreed that we'd be there for her every step of the way because that's what big brothers were for.

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dreamersdreamloud · 3 years

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Coming Home To You (Part 2)

AN: Kara is not Supergirl. She’s human and a reporter :)

Many of you have requested a part two so here you go! This is part of a book that I’m working on so enjoy this sneak peek

“This was a mistake.” Lena paces around inside her penthouse.

Kara stands awkwardly in the middle of Lena’s living room. She watches her lover in distress, her mind running into a million thoughts. What would Alex say when she finds out? What would Eliza think of her when she finds out?

She betrayed her oldest sister. It looks bad but most importantly she feels terrible. Kara let her temptations get the best of her. She shouldn’t have gotten so close to Lena when (Y/N) was away. She shouldn’t have comforted her most of the time when they heard the news that (Y/N) went missing during a mission.

They shouldn’t have assumed that the person they care and love for was dead without any hard evidence.

“Did you know?! Did you know that she was alive this whole time?!” Lena yells at the blonde Danvers.

Kara was taken by surprise that Lena is yelling at her. She never yells at her. She never experienced her anger toward her.

“What? No! Of course not!” Kara quickly replies.

“How could you not know?! You literally write about international news, war stories, political topics, Kara!”

“I’m just a reporter, Lena! I’m not a damn government spy! When I heard about my sister going missing. . . I tried to find leads, Lena! I TRIED! Nothing came out. No trace. No witnesses. No clues of what happened to my sister and her team!”

Lena shakes her head in silence. Her tears were starting to form again. The young CEO thinks about the decisions she has made that have come to this very moment. She shouldn’t have accepted the youngest Danvers’ help and comfort when (Y/N) wasn’t around. She was a fool for falling for Kara’s touch and caring words.

She tragically replaced (Y/N)’s kisses with Kara’s.

“I need to find her. . . I need to find (Y/N).” Lena frantically says. “I just need to explain to her that this was a mistake. None of this was serious.”

Kara looks into the floor and shakes her head in disapproval.

“Lena . . .”

“I’m sure she’ll understand. She has always been reasonable, right? God where could she be. A local bar! I just need to look up the local bars. She can’t be far. I-”

“LENA!” Kara interrupted.

The raven haired stops rambling and looks at Kara with frustration.

“WHAT KARA?! I need to find your sister! I need to fix my relationship with her!”

“What about us?” Kara questions her actions, her reasoning.

Lena huffs out a laugh, “Us? There’s no us, Kara! This was a mistake. I MADE A MISTAKE. I love your sister, Kara. You know that!”

It pains Kara to hear those words coming out of Lena’s mouth. Kara fell in love with Lena. In all truth, she fell in love with her while you were dating Lena. She kept it to herself. The youngest Danvers didn’t want to ruin the relationship you have with Lena. She thought that you being “dead” was an opportunity for her to have a chance being with the young CEO.

Lena sobs, her knees falling to the ground. The stress and frustrations are getting to her. Kara didn’t hesitate to be by her side, comforting her the best she could without making the situation worse. Lena cries against Kara’s shoulder.

“It’s not ideal to go out and find my sister, Lena. We should probably wait until tomorrow. Let her cool off. I’ll find her first thing in the morning and make this right.”

“Okay.” Lena mumbles.

****

It’s been three whole days that you haven’t stepped out of your hotel room. You have cried endlessly. Scream multiple times. You even broke a couple of items in the room. You drank until you blackout and woke up repeating the same thing you did yesterday.

You have decided that you need to put your hurt feelings aside. You need to reunite with your family and friends. You mentally think about how you’re going to pretend that you didn’t see Kara and Lena a few days ago. You will keep your distance. You will maintain your cover.

Your captain has already arranged your new deployment. You will be leaving at the end of the month and have a new assignment to take over. Your plan is to just get away from here.

You've been in the bathroom for a while. Looking at yourself in the mirror. It’s obvious that it looks like you have gotten no sleep. You can just pass it off and just say that your military position doesn't give you enough sleep

You fix the imperfections of your new set of uniform before heading out. You take a deep breath and hope that no one catches you acting differently.

***

Location: Lena’s Office

“I can’t find her, Lena.” Kara desperately says.

Lena looks out to the window, standing straight as possible. She was keeping her distance from the youngest Danvers. She can’t trust herself being near the reporter.

“HOPE can’t find her too. The face recognition hasn’t picked up her face anywhere. . .”

Kara’s phone rings out loud. The reporter sighs because it’s her sister, Alex. She hasn’t talked to her since you confronted your youngest sister. Kara hopes that Alex hasn’t found out, she can’t bear to handle Alex’s lecture and disappointment.

Kara answers the call and puts it on speaker for Lena to hear as well.

Kara: “Hello?”

Alex: “Kara! Where are you?!” She said cheerfully.

Kara: “I’m following a lead for my article. Why what’s up?”

Alex: “(Y/N) is back! She’s alive, Kara! She’s alive!”

Kara fumbles her words, not knowing how to react or say. She didn’t want to ruin her sister’s excitement.

Alex: “Get over here at the DEO. J’onn have already picked up Eliza. They’re on their way back here. Bring Lena!”

The call ended without Kara saying another word. Alex was too happy and excited to see you again. She’s happy that she gets to see you “first.”

***

*A few hours earlier*

You didn’t head straight to the DEO to surprise your sister, Alex. You made a quick stop despite the situation you were in. The Uber car pulls up to the two story house that you were looking for. There’s physical changes to the house last time you came here. The grass was looking more green and the roses were more full. By looking at the driveway, the two people you wanted to see are still home.

You rang the doorbell once and you can tell that someone is on their way to answer the door. You mentally ready yourself before they open the door.

A woman gasped as they answered the door and saw you standing firmly in the middle.

“(Y/N)?” Eve can’t believe her eyes.

“Eve, who’s at the door?” Lex calls out in the background.

Eve was speechless that she couldn’t answer her husband. Lex was a tad worried that Eve wasn’t answering him right away. The man makes her way to the door and gives the same shocking reaction as his wife.

“(Y/N)! You bastard! You’re alive!” He shouts with joy.

You smiled at both of them. You step in to give Eve a hug and then give Lex the same affection. Immediately, Lex can tell that there’s something wrong. He just knows. The man has always been like a brother to you and he feels the same way too.

The married couple lead you to the living room to have a more comfortable environment to catch up. They didn’t have to worry about being late to their work since they’re technically the bosses of their own department at L-Corp. Eve comes in with some tea and mini sandwiches for everyone. The three made small talk, giving them the truth about what really happened in the months you were missing.

Lex and Eve felt sorry for you how much pain and recovery you have to go through alone after that accident happened. You assure them that it wasn’t a big deal and that you’re very happy to live another day.

After the good catch up, Lex thought it was time to find out what was bothering you.

“(Y/N). . Why exactly are you here? Aren’t you supposed to see your sisters first? Or perhaps Lena?”

You looked to the side, took a deep breath and sighed loudly. Your mind goes back to Lena.

“Did you know?” You vaguely ask your ex-girlfriend’s brother.

“Know what?” Lex replies, Eve looks equally confused. This confirms that no one knows, especially your mother and Alex.

“About Kara and Lena. . .” Lex thinks for a moment before he replies.

“All I know is that they’re close. When you were away, Kara had been keeping Lena company.”

You nodded. He’s telling the truth. Small anger was inside you but you’re mad at Lex. You start to get mad at yourself for not being around much.

“I caught them. . . I found your sister with my sister. It was clear that the love bites and the flushed redden cheeks on Lena were from Kara. . .”

Lex suddenly feels stupid for not seeing this. He thinks about how he didn’t see the little hints that his sister was having a lover, becoming a cheater. Eve looks at you with sad eyes, she gets up and wraps you in a hug.

“(Y/N) I don’t know what to say . . . I just - I really didn’t know. If only I have seen it sooner I would have prevented Lena from making those-”

“Lex no.” You interrupted him. “Your sister is her own person. She can decide what she wants to do. You couldn’t have prevented her feelings for someone else. I’m not mad at you Lex. You’re always like a brother to me. You have helped me so much and I will continue to do the same. Despite the situation. This is between Lena and I.”

Lex sucks in his lips and nods, “Did the two of you officially break up or talk about it?”

“No. I left right when I found out. My heart is really fragile at the moment but I promise you like I promised to Lillian years ago that I will not harm Lena in any way. I have never physically abused her and I will not let this dictate my actions.”

“You’re a good person, (Y/N). I’m sorry that it had to come out like this. I was desperately waiting for the two of you to get married someday. Getting the chance to call you my sister-in-law.”

You sadly laugh. You almost forgot about the ring that was attached to your military dog tags. You reveal your necklace to Lex and Eve. Eve was the first to react fast.

“(Y/N)! That ring looks so beautiful!” Eve focused on the diamond on the ring. It wasn’t too small nor too big. It was the perfect size.

“Damnit Lena.” Lex says under his breath while his wife talks to (Y/N) about the ring. “You better realize that you threw out the best Danvers sister. This one was going to marry you.”

#lena luthor #lena luthor imagine #lena luthor x reader #lena x reader #kara x lena #fanfic

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nights-legacy · 3 years

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Survival on High Emotion-Todoroki

Main Masterlist MHA Masterlist

+The class was given a choice of partners and setting for a training mission. Naturally, Todoroki and you chose to partner together since not only for us dating but they work together well. What you didn’t account for was the disagreement you and he would have the morning of the training mission.

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“This way.” Todoroki said in front of me. I followed him wordlessly. I had my arms crossed across my stomach. I looked around at the surrounding woods. The path we were on weaved through the trees with no clear purpose. We were on an overnight survival training mission and so far we hadn’t had any problems.

“We need to find a place for shelter and food for the night.” I said. He made a sound of agreement. I listened intently around the area. I heard water in the distance. I grabbed Todoroki’s arm as he went to go another way. “Over there. I hear water.”

“Are you sure?” He asked looking in that direction. I nodded. “Okay.” He pulled his arm away swiftly. He was being short with me. We had a small argument this morning and we both were being reserved.

After a while of finding the right spot, scavenging for food, and firewood, we settled down. Todoroki lite the wood before sitting back against a tree on the other side. I silently sighed, looking into the fire. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the cold start to creep up with the sunset.

“To bad we can’t see the stars to well.” I said. He didn’t respond. I huffed. I sat down on the ground and leant back against it, leaning my head back. “And now he won’t even talk to me.” I lowly.

“I can hear you.” He said with slight irritation.

“Wasn’t trying to keep it to myself.” I told him outright. I heard a sigh of annoyance. I looked up and saw he had his elbows on his knees and was rubbing his forehead in irritation. I let my head drop back.

“Insufferable.” He whispered. I took in a breath and sat up.

“Oh so your still unhappy? I mean you have me all to yourself now. No one else around to ‘steal’ me away.” I shot at him. His gaze shot up and locked on me.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” He said sternly. “What I meant was that he is going to steal you away from me!”

“Tama? Tamaki Amajiki is going to steal me away from you? Really!” I exclaimed.

“You spend so much time with him that it wouldn’t surprise me.” He said running his hand through his bi-colored hair. I gave me an annoyed chuckled.

“Then you do not know Tama very well and you don’t know me very well at all, you idiot. He has been one of my best friends since I was a kid and you know it!” I yelled getting to my feet. “He could never do that to anyone and I definitely would NEVER do that to you.”

“How can you be so sure? He could be playing you, using you for his own…” I scoffed before turning away.

“I can’t believe!! I know you are still working on your social and people skills with trust and everything but I thought you trusted me.” I yelled.

“I do trust you but not him. Can’t you see that?” He exclaimed throwing his hands out. I rolled my eyes before walking away. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you!” I yelled.

“Wait! L/N, come back.” I heard him get to his feet. I shook my head. “L/N, we supposed to be in this toge…Wait not that way!” He yelled, panic suddenly filling his voice. I turn to look back at him in wonder as he yelled again. “Watch out there’s a…”

“Ahh!” The ground under my feet disappeared and I began to fall. I hit against a few hard surfaces until I finally hit a full surface and stopped hard. I yelped when I hit, the breath being knocked out of me. I was suspended in a state of half-consciousness.

“L/N!” I heard a distant yell. “L/N, are you okay? Can you hear me?” I whimpered in response as I heard him above me somewhere. “L/N?... L/N?... Y/N?!” I tried to move but everything hurt. A thud caught my attention. “Shit, Y/N.”

“Todo…” I whimpered. I felt hands gently begin to move me. I screamed out as a pain shot through my side.

“I’m sorry, shh. Shit, Y/N.” He moved me to lay across his lap, holding me close. I gripped his arm that was reaching for my face. I opened my eyes to see a look of panic, fear, and worry in his face. He inspected my body and his hand brushed across my side.

“Ah!” I flinched away when his fingers hit the same spot the pain came from earlier. He pulled his hand up for us to see blood in the moonlight. I could feel the more places start to hurt and throb.

“No, no, no.” He stuttered looking around. “I need to get you back to the fire. This is going to hurt, I am so sorry.” He readjusted me on his lap. I felt cold formulate under us and then we were moving up. He picked me up and ran as smoothly as he could once we reached the surface.

“T-t-t…Shoto.” I whimpered as he laid me down. I pulled at his suit when he went to go somewhere.

“I will be right back, I promise baby.” He assured before moved from my line of sight. I heard his footsteps run away. I whined, reaching down and touching my wound. I flinched before pulling my hand up to see there was quite a bit of blood on it. I felt my head spin. My hand felt very heavy and I let it drop.

“Shoto!” I screamed out in fear. I finally heard footsteps coming back my way.

“I’m here. I’m here.” He said running a hand over my forehead. I felt very cold but I could see the sweat from my forehead on his hand. He turned his attention to my wound. I felt something wet hit my skin and I jumped.

“What?”

“I have to clean the wound.” He clarified. I nodded and turned my head, biting my lip in pain. I felt myself going in and out of consciousness as he fixed up my wound as best as me could. “Y/N? Hey come back to me. Please. Wake up.”

“Shoto?” I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He looked half relieved when my eyes met his. He pushed hair back and held my face.

“I am sorry. So, so sorry.” He whispered. He laid his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes in small content before flinching when I felt a throb in my side. I felt him pull away. I opened my eyes as he moved to my good side. “I should have tried harder to stop you. You fell because of me.”

“Shoto, uh, sorry Todoroki. No it wasn’t. I was just being stubborn. I should have been more careful.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and I leant my head on his.

“Maybe but I over reacted. I know Amajiki would never try to take you away from me and I definitely know you wouldn’t do that either. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I just…The other day when you were spending time with Amajiki and Mirio, Kaminari made a comment about how you two are so close and how you two would be cute if you were together.”

“Todo…”

“And it hurt because I could actually see what he was saying. You too are very close and it would make sense if you two were together.” He said solemnly. I reached up and turned his face towards me.

“I think of Tama only as friend or even a brother. Nothing more.” I ran a thumb over his cheek. He nuzzled into my hand before kissing my palm. “If I wanted to be with anyone else, I wouldn’t dare string you along.”

“I know.” He whispered. I shifted and tensed. “Don’t move too much. I didn’t have much to treat your wound and we don’t need it to get worse. I can’t stand seeing hurt as it is.”

“I’m alright, Todo.” I said. “When morning comes we’ll get help.”

“Hm.” He hummed, nosing my hair. “Please call me by my name. I, I…I liked it when you called me Shoto.” He said lowly, almost embarrassed. I chuckled and cuddled into him slowly.

“Alright. As long as you call me by mine.” I felt him nod. I relaxed the best I could against him, falling into an uncomfortable sleep.

I woke up to gentle movement. I opened my eyes and saw Shoto. He was carrying me somewhere. I yawned and snuggled into his chest. He looked down at me and smiled. His hands tightened for a moment.

“Good morning, love.” He said softly.

“Where are you?” I asked trying to move up his chest. He helped and paused when I flinched.

“Almost to the end of our training area.” He said. “The sensei’s should be waiting on us and we can get you help. You started bleeding again slightly.” His voice was laced with concern. I nodded before nuzzling into his neck.

“Todoroki! L/N! There you are. How did things…What happened?!” I heard Mic Sensei yell. I heard multiple footsteps coming towards us.

“She fell into a chasm and was wounded badly. Bad enough I couldn’t move her until morning.” Shoto explained. I looked and saw Present Mic and Aizawa standing before us. Aizawa moved forward and move whatever was over my wound to look at it.

“You took care of it well for what little you had. Take he to Recovery Girl immediately.” He instructed. Shoto acknowledged. “You will be alright, L/N.”

“Thank you Aizawa sensei.” Shoto walked us away to the waiting transportation back to the school. He set me gently in the backseat of the car. He made sure I was comfortable before he went to close the door.

“L/N. Todoroki.” Shoto paused as we both looked at Aizawa. He walked up, hands in his pockets. “I would like to also tell you that you both passed this exercise.”

“But…” I motioned to myself and my wound.

“It was a survival exercise that you chose. You have to work with what you can find and what you have on your person. You have to run with whatever happens including in injuries. You two worked through you that hand you were dealt while also dealing with high emotions on top of it. You did very excellent. Now run along children, don’t need one of my students bleeding out on my watch. Looks bad on me. Now go.”

“Thank you Aizawa-sensei.” I called out chuckling. Shoto closed the door and ran around to the other side. Once he got in, he pulled me into his side to be more comfortable. “Or should I say Dadzawa.”

“Darling.” Shoto chided but was chuckling all the same. I smiled before bringing my knees up carefully, tucking them. Shoto grabbed at the bend of my knee to help and pull me close. “After we get you tended to…can we go get some Soba? I am rather hungry.”

“Shoto!” I laughed. “Of course but only as long as we can go and cuddle afterwards. I would really like to cuddle…in a warm, soft bed…not the cold, hard ground.”

“Of course my darling.” He kissed my head. “Anything you want.”

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blu-joons · 3 years

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You Take Care Of Him After His Surgery ~ Min Yoongi

You called out his name as soon as you stepped into the house, glancing through all the rooms for where he’d be, finding himself sat at his desk, with his keyboard in front of him. His head spun around as soon as he heard you walk into the room, smiling softly as he placed his phone down.

“What have you been up to you?” You asked, walking up to stand behind him, placing your hand against his painless shoulder, “you’ve not been working yourself too hard working on new songs?”

His head shook, shuffling along the small bench he sat on to make room for you. You leant against the bench making sure he had enough room to be comfortable, feeling his hand rest over your thigh, allowing you to look at what’d he’d done.

“I tried to come up with a few things, but it’s so much harder than I imagined only being able to do it with one arm,” he frowned, pushing the pad of paper away from him.

“I know it’s hard, but you know that it’ll get easier with a bit of time and recovery.”

Your heart broke watching him as he tried to get on with his days as best, he could, even the smallest of jobs had been hindered by his surgery. And even though he knew it was for the best, he couldn’t help but feel so helpless as he sat around and let everyone else take care of him.

“Have you eaten much today?” You continued to question, noticing an empty water bottle beside his computer. “I did leave some food in the fridge for you, did you see it?”

His head shook, he’d seen the food, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat it. “I need to be stricter with my diet, so I thought I’d just wait for you to get home instead, and maybe you can help me cook.”

“There’s no way I’m letting you cook Yoongi,” you quickly told him, shutting all ideas of the possibility down. “You probably shouldn’t even be working on your music, but you’re too stubborn to listen to what people tell you. The surgeon told you to rest, and that’s what you need to do.”

His head slowly nodded, as much as he didn’t want to hear it. He hated being such a burden on your life, he hated the dependency he needed to have on you when usually he was able to take care of himself with no problem at all.

Day by day he could feel small improvements being made, now he could sleep at night, and do some of the simple tasks, but there was still a lot for him to achieve. It was torture for him to find himself with only one arm working, so much of his freedom to do what he wanted had been snatched away.

“I’d much rather you ate what you wanted and took care of yourself Yoongi, the fans will understand that too. You’ve got plenty of time to diet and exercise when you’re back to full health again.”

“But now I have nothing to do, it’s the time to do it. No one can see me, which means no one can make comments about me, and I can just do something. I can still walk around, maybe I just need to be a little more active whilst I’m at home.”

You watched closely as he moved his free arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you a little closer into him. Every time you got too close to him, your body always tensed up a little, trying not to get too close and risk causing him any harm.

He sighed softly, allowing his eyes to close, “I was thinking about maybe doing a live later, and letting the fans know that I’m doing good. It’ll be good to reassure all of their minds.”

“I think it’ll do a lot of good too to see how they’re all doing.”

If he weren’t going to listen to you, you knew that he’d listen to the fans. Reading all their comments always gave him such a boost, and there was nothing more he needed right now than that. You quickly helped him clean up his desk a bit, as he sat back in frustration and watched.

“Let me do something,” he whispered, as you picked up the screwed-up pieces of paper from around the table, “I’ve got one hand that can at least help you a bit.”

“It’ll be quicker if I just do it Yoongi, and then you can get on with things.”

“I am capable though,” he whispered, looking down into his lap. “Just because I have one arm that’s out of action, I’m still able to pick up a piece of paper, you know that don’t you?”

Your expression softened as you saw the hurt in his eyes, the guilt and the pain were quickly catching up to him, placing all the paper to one side.

“I know this is hard for you Yoongi, I can’t imagine what you’re feeling, but I’m only doing this to help you. You’re capable, of course, but you’re restricted these days,” you reminded him.

“I just hate feeling so far away, everyone’s having to work around me.”

You walked over to him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “The feeling won’t last forever. And all the people working around you are doing it because they care and want you to get better.”

“But you’re the one who should be relying on me,” he continued to mumble, “what sort of boyfriend does this make me when I’m the one who has to let you do everything?”

“The kind of boyfriend who will be able to look after me better when he has a healed shoulder.”

You watched him closely as his eyes fluttered shut to try and stop himself from crying, his bottom lip quivered as he felt your hand wrap around his waist, kneeling down beside him.

It was hard on you to watch him be so hard on himself, you couldn’t imagine how hard he was being on himself. Yoongi had always prided himself on being the perfect boyfriend, and now that he found himself not being able to help you, he didn’t know what to do.

“It’s so unfair on you to do this all for me,” he sighed, tentatively opening his eyes back up, “you come home from work and then you have to care for me, even when I can’t sleep at night.”

“And I care for you because I love you and I want you to get better,” you assured him, taking a hold of his hand. “As do all the fans, so just take a moment, and I’ll help you set up your laptop.”

Whilst Yoongi composed himself a little better, you helped him to set up his stream and rearrange him, so he sat in a more comfortable position. His eyes were a little red, but he didn’t seem to mind, there were things a lot more obvious about him these days.

“Will you stay with me?” He asked you once you’d finished setting everything up. “You don’t have to be on the camera, but can you just stay in the room with me?”

“If it’s what you want me to do, of course,” you smiled, making yourself comfortable just off the screen, sat down on the floor so that you were out of the way.

“Do you think they’ll be pleased to see me?” He asked, hovering over the live button.

“If you could see how busy my social feeds are, you’ll know the fans are desperate to hear from you. Just speak honestly, and things will be alright,” you smiled.

“I just don’t want them to be disappointed in me.”

“No one will be disappointed, as soon as you go live, read the comments and you’ll see. Everyone just wants you to get better Yoongi, especially me.”

“Let’s see, I’m going live now.”

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funtimebunnyblog · 3 years

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This request comes from one of the sweetest readers I know on my A03! 🥰🥰🥰 I mean, who doesn't like the idea of 4 stronk Pillarmen taking care of you when you're sick? 🤔😇

Pillarmen (separate) taking care of their sick s/o...

(Under the cut for length!)

Kars:

• Always the definition of intuitive; Kars will know immediately when you aren't yourself.

• Whether you're stomach sick or just undergoing a common cold, he can just tell.

• Sometimes he can tell before it even truly hits you.

• Out of all the Pillarmen, he is the most knowledgeable on Human Medical and, as he puts it, "Your fragile needs" so rest assured, he knows how to care for you.

• You'll be confided to bed (whether you like it or not), the only exception being the bathroom, to which he will carry you there.

• Being a man who's always busy at his desk, he can always keep a close eye on you while he tackles work; listening to your shallow breaths from where you sleep in the background as he quietly flips through papers.

• Occasionally, he'll glance over his shoulder to check up on you. Or if you've been asleep for sometime he'll stop working and gently wake you, asking you how you feel and if you need anything as he takes your temperature.

• When you're fighting a simple cold he'll ensure you get A LOT of vitamin C.

• He'll even go so far as to peel you an orange and feed you it slice by slice with a soft, indulgent smile on his face.

• Even though he's not exactly a chef, he can also make you a hearty homemade soup and ensure you're drinking plenty of water.

• If you ask him, he'll rub some vicks on your chest if you're very congested.

• Kars likes to hum to you as he does it, his blood-red eyes holding a notable twinkle in them as he watches your eyes flutter closed, sending you into a deep sleep with his gentle touch and the deep timber of his voice.

• If you happen to be stomach sick however; he puts you on a strick diet of water, crackers and some Gatorade for a few days. No ifs, ands or buts about it!

• Sick Humans are one of his least favorite kinds of Humans (aside from just Humans in general) but you're still his mate and you can always count on him to love and take care of you until you're well again.

Esidisi:

• Much like Kars, Esidisi is very intuitive and knows his mate more than anyone; so he can tell almost immediately when you're feeling a little off.

• When he knows something is up and he's trying to decipher what's going on with you, he'll just wordlessly pull you into his lap and give you a little examination, asking you how you feel.

• No matter whatever ailment you're fighting, the man will be right by your side the whole time.

• However, unlike Kars, his methods of taking care of you are a little outdated...

• "Outdated", of course, being healing methods that are literally thousands of years old.

• He might do the most outrageous seeming things, insisting that they'll help, depending on what's ailing you.

• You can bet he'll be doing things like; putting onions on your feet, putting a candle in your ear, smudging you with sage and a feather, drenching you and your clothes with brandy, painting a healing sigil on you, using a singing bowl, etc.

• He honestly laughs at you when you tell him that you have a bottle of Nyquil downstairs.

• Other than that, he's a person to climb into bed next to you and simply hold you in his arms; claiming that his love and his body heat will heal you.

• He honestly doesn't care in the slightest if you're gross or not when he does this so any protests you might make about that are ignored.

• He's also a man who believes in the saying of "feed a fever; fight a cold", so prepare for him to turn up his temperature to help you sweat it out.

• If your stomach sick and your tummy feels gross and sore, he'll simply place his warm hands over your stomach and give you a nice belly rub.

• He prefers to keep you in bed for rest and recovery but if you manage to convince him that you're feeling a bit better he'll move you to the couch for a change of scenery.

• He'll even take you outside if the weather is nice and have you sit you in his lap while you get some fresh air.

• Esidisi loves you with all the love he has inside and he will do anything he can (even if the method is unconventional) to ensure his precious little mate makes a full recovery.

Wamuu:

• Wamuu, as any Warrior should, has very keen senses.

• But surprisingly, he will not really notice you are sick until you are indeed sick.

• He's not as knowledgeable on Human ailments as his Masters are but he isn't shy to do some research on whatever is wrong with you and take some notes so he can ensure to take proper care of you.

• For a massive and intimidating Warrior who could wipe out legions of Humans like nothing; Wamuu is an absolute Mother Hen when caring for you.

• He ensures he stays by your side every chance he gets.

• If you want something, no matter what it is, he'll get it for you. Whether it's reading material, a certain movie to watch, your phone, some kind of food, more tissues, you name it!

• He checks your temperature like a loving Mother would; by pressing his lips softly to your forehead to evaluate the heat radiating off you.

• If you're fighting a cold, he brings you all the hot soup and tea you could possibly want.

• If you need a distraction, ask him to tell you a story. He'll happily read to you from a book or even tell you a story about something that happened thousands of years ago.

• "--Master Kars told Master Esidisi not to poke the Rhinoceros but of course, he didn't listen..."

• Either way; you can garuntee his soft and deep voice will put you to sleep as he strokes your hair or rubs your back from where you lay cuddled into his side.

• If you happen to get bedsore from laying around too long he'll give you a massage.

• If you're stomach sick he will carry you to the bathroom each time (he seems to just know exactly when you're going to be sick at this point) and kneel by your side, rubbing your back soothingly and comforting you as you ride out the waves of sickness.

• When you feel icky and gross, he'll draw you a nice bath and hum to you; washing your hair and your body and cleaning any grossness you happen to feel away.

• He likes to hold you in his arms the most when you're like this but if you require to be laying down or propped in a certain position, he will be right at your side holding your hand.

• Wamuu commends you for being strong and trying to overcome what ails you and he will ensure you don't face it alone.

• The man will not rest until you, the love of his life, are feeling better again.

Santana:

• Much like Wamuu, Santana isn't very knowledgeable on Human sickness.

• However, the first time you happened to get sick around him, he immediately knew something was terribly wrong being as perceptive as he was.

• Even something as simple as your smell being a little off and he'll immediately know when you're under the weather.

• Once you explain what exactly is happening to you, he does his research on the internet and will even go to one of the older Pillarmen for advice on the proper treatment for you.

• Like Esidisi would; Santana will spend much of his time in bed next to you with his arms around you.

• He just has this natural instinct to be as close to you as possible, somehow feeling that just being there will cure you.

• He'll lull you into a sleep by rubbing soft little circles into your back, your ear directly over his heart to listen to the deep and steady drum of his heartbeat.

• If you need medicine, just tell him what kind and he'll bring it to you in a heartbeat.

• However, Santana will be very firm with you on how much medicine you're taking and will be sure that you aren't taking too much.

• He also makes sure you drink a lot of water, propping you up against his body and putting the bottle to your lips carefully to encourage you to sip.

• If you're stomach sick, he'll make sure he'll have a heating pad nearby or a hot water bottle filled up for when your belly is sore.

• You can bet that he will bring you every comfortable blanket and pillow in the house when you're feeling sick.

• He basically turns your bed into one big comfortable nest; the amount of blankets definitely helps you sweat out your sickness.

• If he finds you up and out of bed at all when you're still sick, he will just wordlessly walk up to you and pick you up, carrying you back to bed.

• One silent look from him while he's doing it is enough of a scolding to make you stay put next time.

• Santana would probably never fully understand Humans, and the entire mixture of chaos and fragility that can be packed into one, but for you he is more than willing to try to learn.

• Even if he can't understand, you can count on him to always be there for you when you're ill because you're his one and only mate and he loves you with all his heart.

#funnybunny #pillarmen #pillarmen headcanons #kars #esidisi #wamuu #santana #kars x reader #esidisi x reader #wamuu x reader #santana x reader #my writing

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chaolie · 3 years

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Home is where your heart is [1/3] - Accidental adoption

So, for the Yogurt Days @fundyfiles organized I decided to kind of... just make a fic? Each chapter will show Yogurt slowly growing up, and they can be read separately but together, they create an entire story! Also this ended up super long but hey, that's fine! And you can also read it on my Ao3!

Characters: Fundy, Yogurt

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: Injury (not described closely but still)

Chapter 2: Tumblr / Ao3

The sun was beginning to set, and with each minute the forest was growing more dangerous, so Fundy didn’t pay too much mind to anything that wasn’t a monster or a tree in his way. He spent the day walking around, trying to remember any places worth visiting later, he was fairly new to the area after all. He found a few clearings with berries, a couple of promising-looking caves, and a nice, cool stream he could start getting his water from sometime soon, so he considered this trip to be rather successful. He wasn’t too far from his newly-built cottage when he heard a surprisingly loud cry. It didn’t sound like any monster he knew, it was worryingly human-like instead, and whatever was making it seemed to be distressed.

“H- Hello?” he called out into the forest. Rather than answering, the same sound reached his ears again. “Who’s there?!” he demanded, and the noise that followed was somewhat muffled.

He cautiously looked around, nothing seemed to be approaching him, the sun still offered a few more minutes of some light, and he figured it couldn’t be a trap… who would try to trap him of all people? He was the only one living nearby, and even that was new. Another cry came, and each time he heard it, it resembled someone screaming as if they were getting murdered. Slowly, he reached for his sword before taking the first cautious steps in the direction the noise was coming from. Then, silently cursing himself for not doing the more rational thing, he sped up. Whoever was yelling, they’d probably die the second the sun fully sets, and if he ever finds out it was someone he knew… he’d never forgive himself.

“Where are you?” he called out, trying to sound less demanding than previously. Still, the cries seemed to be growing closer yet quieter, as if whoever was hurting was trying to hide. “I want to help, I-” he tried to explain, but as he entered a small clearing, he stopped. “...Oh.”

He found the source of the cries. In the dark green grass, surrounded by deep-brown tree trunks and the night’s shadow, there it was. A small, snow-white fox kit staring back at him with wide eyes, frozen in its place. After a moment of just watching him, it let out the all-too-familiar-now cry and took a tiny step back. Fundy’s heart sank when he noticed the wound on one of the animal’s legs, but all the doubt about following the cries left his mind. Even if it’d mean staying out for the entire night, he would still want to help.

“...Hey there,” he muttered as softly as he could, trying to step forward. The kit took a few more clumsy steps before losing its balance and almost tripping, all while its eyes seemed to widen even more.

Oh, right. Of course. It was a wild fox after all. Fundy shouldn’t expect it to trust a human. Even if the human in question had fox ears and a tail, he was far from being trustworthy in this situation. This, however, brought him to a new idea. He closed his eyes and it took a little effort and energy, it always did, but when he reopened them after a moment, he was a bit shorter, and much more fox-like. He didn’t shapeshift too often, staying in the more animalistic form usually earned him nothing but stares and mean jokes, but it did make at least some animals trust him faster. Hoping that this would be the case this time as well, he took another step forward.

“It’s alright, see?” he said, and while the fox seemed to stay tense, it didn’t try to run again, just watching him curiously this time.

He finally got close enough to crouch down right in front of it. It still stayed in its place, so he took this opportunity to take a better look at its leg. There was some blood, and the wound seemed fresh but, to his relief, not too serious. The kit was probably more shocked and disoriented than in pain, which he figured was a better option. Still, he didn’t think leaving it alone and unattended was something he should do. No matter how non-lethal, the wound should still be taken care of. With a sigh, he carefully reached forward. Oh, he was so ready for the fox to bite him, and if it did, he couldn’t even blame it.

“I’ll help you, okay? I- I’ll take you somewhere safe and we’ll fix up your leg,” he explained despite knowing that the fox probably didn’t understand a word. “I’ll have to carry you there, I think. Please stay calm…”

He reached forward and carefully put his hands on the fox’s sides. It didn’t react by trying to run again, perhaps a bit too surprised to do that, but he didn’t waste his opportunity and picked it up. Only when he was back to his feet and ready to start walking home, the animal yelped and started to squirm in his arms, trying to paw at his hand rather than biting it. Confused and alarmed by its reaction, he tried to hold it in a more comfortable way only to notice a small scratch on its side. It was even less serious than the wound on its leg, it wasn’t even bleeding, but if he accidentally put his hand over it…

“Sorry, sorry,” he hushed, changing the way he held the fox to make sure he doesn’t touch any of its wounds. “I’m not trying to hurt you,” he assured and for some unexplainable reason, the kit seemed to calm down at that. Who was he to question that, though?

***

The next morning, Fundy woke up in his giant bed with no memory of a nightmare nor any signs of having one. The best way to start a day, in his humble opinion. He did, however, have a fox kit curled up in one of the bed’s corners, still asleep without a care in the world. Its wounds were covered and it was on a great way to full recovery, Fundy could probably let it go back into the forest in a day, or even earlier, without feeling guilty about doing so. Carefully, he got to his feet, put on his jacket, and snuck over to one of the chests. He wanted the animal to rest some more, it must’ve been very tired the night before. Because how else could he explain how calm it stayed while he fixed its wounds?

He opened the chest, briefly searched through it, pulled out a few berries he put away the day before so he could have them for breakfast, and looked back at his bed. The white fox was already looking back at him, rather curious that alarmed, still curled into a ball. Fundy slowly looked between his little guest and the food in his hand before sighing and approaching it.

“Hungry?” he asked, and the fox seemed to perk up at the question. Once again writing it off as a coincidence, he held out a few berries for the animal to take. “Of course you are,” he sighed while the kit ate all he handed to it and looked at him as if asking for more. Without a word, he placed a few more berries on his bed. “...How are you feeling?”

The fox paused from eating and looked directly at him. Then, its tail wagged slightly and it let out a cheerful little yip before returning to the food. Not an answer Fundy expected, but he expected to get nothing, and this was much better than that. With a muffled chuckle, he placed the last few berries in front of the animal, figuring his guest deserved them for being such a smart little fox.

“That’s good to hear. Eat all of them, buddy. I’m sure I’ll find some more for myself,” he assured. Just before taking the last one, the fox paused, looking between the food and Fundy a couple of times. For a moment, the fox hybrid stayed silent, but when it became apparent that his guest was sharing with him, he finally reached for the berry. “How gracious of you,” he sighed. A single berry wasn’t too much, but it was the thought that counted, wasn't it?

Fundy decided to ignore the fact that normal, wild foxes usually don’t have too many thoughts.

***

A little short of a week passed, and Fundy once again woke up in his bed with no hint of a nightmare. The fox kit, now fully recovered, was sleeping on the pillow right next to his head and he could swear every morning it seemed to be getting closer. He figured it was a sign of growing trust rather than an attempt to suffocate him in his sleep one night, and he preferred that option. It surely seemed to grow more attached to him each day, or maybe it just liked free food? Regardless, it rarely wanted to leave the cottage, and if it did, it was quick to return.

He took a moment to look over the fox, or Yogurt, as he decided to call it, before sitting up in his bed with a fond smile. He couldn’t quite explain it, but having it by his side was strangely comforting. Sure, he might’ve moved to the middle of nowhere strictly to avoid anyone and everyone, but he’d still pick his new companion over full solitude any day. It was a delight to be around, really, even if he now had to gather almost two times as many berries to keep both of them fed. Speaking of, he left the bed and approached the chest now designated to hold food. He opened it and looked at the bed only to see the fox wake up and swiftly raise its head at the sound.

“Good morning,” he chuckled to himself as the animal got to its feet and jumped off the bed to join him by his side. “Looks like someone’s hungry?”

He held out a few berries in his hand and Yogurt didn’t even hesitate before taking them and starting his breakfast. The fox hybrid reached back into the chest and got some more food for himself before going to sit on the edge of his bed. He still hadn’t shifted back into his humanlike form, at first it was to keep his guest more comfortable, then out of worry, he really didn’t want to scare the kit, even if he was suspecting it wouldn’t leave him even if he tried to chase it off. He watched it finish the food and jump back onto the bed, curling up by his side and leaning its head against him, and he was convinced it felt at home around him. Surely it wouldn’t run off if he shifted back…

There was one way to check.

“Hey, Yogurt?” he started, and the kit raised its head back up. “I want to show you something,” he announced, getting off the bed and stretching briefly. When he looked back, the fox was already sitting up, watching him curiously. He always admired how smart his companion appeared to be, it was as if it understood everything he said. “It’s a bit of a trick, okay? And please don’t… panic? It’s not something bad.”

The fox kit continued to stare at him, which was as much of a response as he expected. If it got scared of a more human version of him, he’d just change back and not try that again, it was as simple as that. After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, and with just a bit of effort shapeshifted back into a human-with-fox-features. He looked back at Yogurt, fully expecting to see the animal backing away in fright, but instead it stayed in its place. It looked at this version of him with something similar to amazement or excitement in its eyes for a moment before closing its eyes to, trying to mimic what Fundy did to change into it.

“Aw, Yogurt,” he chuckled quietly, crouching down by the bed. “I don’t think it’ll work for you, buddy,” he informed. How could he not be fond of this little fox kit if that’s the first idea that came to its mind?

His smile faded into a mix of surprise and confusion when within a blink of an eye, the fox was gone. Well, gone might’ve been the wrong word to use, it was still there, just… not a fox. Instead of an animal, there was a human child sitting on Fundy’s bed. Mostly human, at least. A little boy looking up at him with a gleeful expression, wearing an old, oversized shirt, with a white, puffy tail behind his back and fox-like ears on his head. He had white, curly hair, blue eyes, and despite looking so awfully pale didn’t show any signs of being cold or sick.

“...Huh?” was all Fundy managed to say, looking over the child and trying to figure out how that happened.

The boy didn’t answer, but let out a happy-sounding noise and puffed out his chest in pride. Then, he looked up at the still-speechless man in front of him as if expecting praise, and when he noticed how shocked the man seemed, his grin slowly fell. He curled up slightly, keeping his hands close to himself, and the way he was looking at Fundy now made it seem like he wondered if he did something wrong. Just then the man finally shook off the surprise and found himself smiling. Who cares how this happened? All that mattered was that- Holy shit.

“H-hey, Yogurt!” he said, getting the little kid’s attention. “This is- Did you do that before? This is- good job!” he assured, and with relief watched the happy grin return to his guest’s face.

The child reached forward to him, leaving him lost as to how to respond to the gesture. He hesitantly reached forward too, and the second he was within the Yogurt’s reach, the boy grabbed his hand and impatiently pulled it closer. Then, he moved it up to reach for his hair, and Fundy had to admit that the curls were surprisingly soft for those belonging to a kid who probably didn’t know the meaning of “shower”. He absentmindedly petted Yogurt’s head, causing the boy to let out another joyful noise, and the situation slowly dawned on him.

This was a kid. In his house. In the middle of nowhere. With no parent in sight- who was he kidding, possibly no parent at all. A child holding onto his hand. A little boy he’s been taking care of for a little short of a week. A tiny shapeshifter he couldn’t possibly throw back into the forest, no, he’d never forgive himself if he even tried that… Was he ready for parenthood, though? Well, it’s not like he had too much of a choice in this situation.

With a soft smile, he ruffled Yogurt’s hair before taking his hand back, watching the boy look at him with confusion as to what just happened. Chuckling quietly, he got back up and carefully reached for the boy to pick him up, and he wasn’t met with any resistance. Instead, the kid gently clutched at the back of his jacket the second it was within his reach, pulling himself closer.

“Looks like I have a son,” Fundy muttered to himself, and the boy in his arms let out yet another happy squeal. And somehow, the man had a feeling it’d go okay.

***

Things did go okay. Relatively okay, at least. He managed to get his hands on some clothes that fit his new son, he made sure what foods he could eat, and he even managed to teach him a few words! Yogurt was a bright kid and a fast learner, that much became apparent early on, and it made some things easier. He was also very curious and would get almost-overly energetic, and while it led to some… less fun events, Fundy figured this was just the case with kids.

There was this one time Yogurt got hungry and went through the chests in search of food while Fundy was busy fixing his axe, which broke a few hours prior. He was just about done sharpening it again when he heard his son spitting loudly, a spider eye in hand, and this must’ve been the closest he was to a heart attack in his life. It didn’t end in an absolute disaster, he had some milk somewhere nearby and it didn’t take too much convincing to get Yogurt to drink it, easing the poison’s effects. And sure, the kid might’ve been bummed out for a couple of hours and complained about the bitter taste on his tongue no matter how much water he drank, but he was fine. He was okay.

Fundy threw out any spider eyes he had left in his house after that. No matter how much he liked to occasionally snack on them, they looked too much like berries, and he never wanted to see his son like that again.

Save for that accident, things were seriously going well. Yogurt started joining Fundy on his walks through the forest and could easily lead his dad to well-hidden clearings with the best berries either of them ever tasted. He also occasionally came along when the man was going caving, proudly holding the torch he was handed and bravely informing Fundy whenever he heard a suspicious noise coming from the darkness. They worked well when they were working together, Fundy figured. No matter how tiny, he now had two extra hands wherever he went. And if most of the time his son held onto his tail to make sure he didn’t get lost rather than "helping", so what? At least he wasn’t alone.

Despite moving here for some solitude, he hated the idea of it now.

Eventually, his nightmares returned. They always would, it didn’t take him long to realize that. He could now tell when they happened even before looking outside to find a desert, the empty spot in the bed said it all. And when he unavoidably woke up screaming, he didn’t have to wake up alone. The first time it happened, Yogurt was more confused than anything, the next few just made the boy look more and more concerned, but every time he was quick to give his dad the biggest hug he possibly could and refused to go back to sleep until the man was completely calm. Words could not express how much Fundy appreciated that.

***

The day Fundy decided to break the news to his son, Yogurt seemed to already sense that something was wrong. They sat down by the bed, two fully-packed bags by Fundy's side as he tried to pick his words right. The kid watched him with curiosity, and he was worried that no matter how he said what he had to, it’d upset the boy. But he had to tell him today.

“So, Yogurt…” he started nervously. “We’re moving?”

“...Mo… ving?” the boy repeated, tilting his head in confusion. Any other day, Fundy would be proud of him for learning to pronounce a new word, but he had something else to focus on this time.

“Yeah, moving. We’ll go live somewhere else. It’s a nice place, it’s not too hot there, and there are good people there,” he explained, but it didn’t seem to convince the kid, who now held his hands close to himself and watched the man with a small frown on his face.

“Why…?” he asked slowly.

“Well, I have a… friend there. He said we can move there. It’s good to live with other people, it’s safer,” he explained. Yogurt frowned and looked around the house they were in.

“Safe,” he stated finally, a word he learned well while keeping a lookout for monsters when caving.

“...Well, yeah, it’s safe here. It’s safer there, though. Imagine what would happen if a horde of monsters appeared here overnight. We would struggle to chase them off, right? And if we lived with more people, we could join forces. We’ll be safer there,” he explained in a way he figured the boy would understand. He apparently did, because his confusion was soon replaced by a saddened expression.

“...But.... home?” he asked, and Fundy couldn’t help but sigh.

“I know,” he nodded. “But look, this wasn’t always our home. I lived far, far away from here and you lived in the forest. It’s our home now and it’s nice, but… sometimes we have to go somewhere new. And it’s still home. Home is… where you feel safe and comfortable, yeah? And we’ll both feel like that in Las Nevadas,” he assured. The boy still seemed upset, but nodded along.

“...Okay,” he muttered. After a moment of hesitance, Fundy gently poked his son’s chest.

“You know what someone once told me when I didn’t want to move? That home is wherever your heart is. If you love the new place, it’ll be your home. If you love this house more, it’ll still be your home. Even if we won’t live here, we can always visit.”

If the fact that the man himself wasn’t sure how his explanation went from “Las Nevadas will be our home because it’s good” to “This cottage can still be our home if you like it, we just won't live here” was anything to go off of, it was a bad explanation. Though, after a moment of thought, his son took a step forward and trapped him in a hug. For a moment, the man thought he was just looking for comfort, and that maybe he should’ve put more thought into his words… But then he heard the boy mutter “Home” quietly, and suddenly he was the one doing his best not to cry.

From that day forward, Yogurt decided that no matter where he went, it would be his home. The berry patches, the caves, the cottage, and the new place. With his dad, it was a home.

#yogurtdays2021 #yogurt dsmp #yogurt dy #fundy #c!fundy #my writing #dream smp #I feel like this isn't as great as it could've been but that's okay too <3 I wrote almost 4k words and I should be proud

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combat-wombatus · 3 years

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YEAHHH YOU KNOW IM HERE!!! BC I LOVE YOU COCO!!

okayy so for my request 👉🏽👈🏽

can i get bakugo x f!reader and prompts: 14. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” + 24. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

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14: “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” 24: “Would you mind if I kissed you?” Character: Bakugou

ok so like...i may or may not have gone slightly overboard and turned this into a whole fic-

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“What? A party? I’m not fucking going.” Bakugou snarled. “Staying up past midnight is overrated. I need my sleep.”

“But Bakubro,” Kaminari whined. “We’re hosting! Mina planned it all, and she spent a lot of time doing it! You should at least go. You don’t have to stay up that late.”

“Tch. As if I care.” Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets and slumped forward even more. “Pinky can waste all the time she fucking wants to. I’m not going.”

“It’s our last year at UA! Come on,” Kirishima joined in. “You can leave early if you want to! It’ll be mostly in the dorms anyways. Mina did plan a scavenger hunt though, in Gym Gamma. She says that she planted “mementos” of our school experience. Isn’t that fun?”

“Fun my ass. It’s stupid, is what it is.” He glared at Kirishima. “Should’ve visited my parents. Even the old hag isn’t as loud as all of you extras in the dorms.”

“You say that like you didn’t blast a hole in the wall just last week,” Kaminari pointed out.

Kirishima winced. “Denki-”

“WELL WHOSE FUCKING IDEA WAS IT TO PRETEND THAT THEY WERE FUCKING KIDNAPPED?!?” Bakugou waved a fist wildly in Kaminari’s face.

“Fair point, fair point. You should’ve seen the look on your face though! (Y/N) thought you’d murder her!” Kaminari cackled.

“I’D NEVER FUCKING MURDER HER! ARE YOU INSANE??” Bakugou’s palms started crackling.

“Hey, chill bro, we know that.” Kirishima tried to calm him down.

Kaminari was not so lucky. “Why? You joke about murdering us all the time. What’s so different about her?”

Bakugou turned, a quick retort on the tip of his tongue, before he realized that Kaminari was, actually, right for once.

“She’s…she’s…” He stuttered.

Kaminari let out a hoot of laughter. “I knew it!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Bakugou’s face turned beet red. “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Suit yourself. We know the truth.” Kaminari patted Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Oh yeah, Bakubro! (Y/L/N)-chan is going to be at the party too! Why don’t you confess to her there? That would be fun! And then Mina will forgive you for leaving early too!”

Bakugou’s left eye twitched. “There’s nothing to confess, Shitty Hair. And I don’t give a rat’s ass what Mina thinks.”

Kirishima and Kaminari looked at each other, then turned back to Bakugou.

“Sure,” Kirishima smirked. “Nothing at all.”

“Hey! (Y/N)!” Mina ran up to you. “You’re coming to the party, right?”

You turned to face her. “Sure am! Who isn’t? It’s in the dorms anyways so there’s not much of a point in not coming, right?”

Mina sighed. “Kiri and Kami are having a hard time convincing Bakugou to come. Something about his sleep schedule?”

You were a little disappointed, but it was to be expected. Bakugou didn’t participate much in team-building activities anyways. “Can’t relate. My sleep schedule has been fucked to high heaven.”

“Right? What a crappy excuse.” Mina rolled her eyes. “Anyways, Sero’s waiting for me in the gym to help set the scavenger hunt up. See ya later, yeah?”

“Sure! Do you want more help? I can help you guys set things up if you’d like,” you asked.

Mina leaned forward, smiling mischievously. “Nope! It’s all good! And besides, I want you to participate in the game, so you can’t help!”

You smiled. “Ah, okay. Well, I’ll see you later then!”

“See ya!” Mina winked and gave you a little wave.

“So, the rules of the game are simple: whichever team finds and touches our very own 3-A New Year’s Ball, together, wins!” Mina exclaimed from her place on the couch.

“What kind of shitty game is this?” Bakugou growled, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Mina pouted. “Hey! Sero and I spent a lot of time making this happen!”

“Yeah! They were amazing!” Ochaco jumped up too. “Stop being ungrateful!”

“Fine, whatever.” Bakugou crossed his arms. “Get on with it already. We don’t have all night.”

“Actually, we do! Not everyone here has the sleeping schedule of an old man,” Kaminari piped in.

“Shut up, Dunce Face. Nobody asked.” Bakugou scowled.

“Hey! Back to the regular program. You get to choose your own partners! Isn’t that exciting?” Mina waved her piece of paper around wildly. “Now get to it! You have three minutes!”

You looked around the room. You would’ve asked Mina, but she and Sero weren’t participating since they were the ones who hid it. They had also apparently hidden clues all over Gym Gamma as to where the location of the ball was.

“Ocha-” Oops. She’d already teamed up with Iida.

“Oi, Shitty Hair, come over here!” Bakugou yelled across the room. You sighed. Of course.

“Sorry Bakubro, I already have a partner…” Kirishima said rather sheepishly.

“…you WHAT?”

“Yeah…Momo here didn’t have a partner yet and…well…Mineta was hot on her trail,” Kirishima tried to explain as Momo breathed a sigh of relief.

“Shuckers!” Mineta faceplanted onto the couch. “I never get what I want”

“Hmph. Karma’s a bitch.” Jiro smirked from her position next to Kaminari.

“Dunce Face, you got a partner too?” Bakugou sighed, exasperated.

“Right next to me!” Kaminari pointed to Jiro with his thumb. You smiled in satisfaction. They were honestly adorable.

You turned to the rest of the room. Hagakure had already snagged Ojiro, Midoriya had, unsurprisingly, paired with Todoroki. Shoji and…Tsu? Koda had paired up with Sato, and…you snickered a little at the last pairing. Tokoyami had been bombarded with Aoyama’s relentless chatter. Which left…you and Bakugou.

Huh. That was weird. You swore that not everyone had a partner just a minute ago. And it was awfully strange that Tokoyami would choose to pair with Aoyama instead of you or even Bakugou, but…you supposed that he didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

“So. (Y/N).” Bakugou cleared his throat. “Partners?”

“Uh…yeah,” you replied, fidgeting slightly with your hands.

“Ok! Everyone is paired up and ready to go?” Mina was practically bouncing.

“Yeah!” Most everyone chimed in unison.

“Let’s do it then! Sero, come on! Lead the way!” She jumped down from her place on the kitchen counter.

“What the fuck? Pinky and Tape Arms hung that thing all the way up there?” Bakugou swore.

“You can use your quirk to get up there though, right?” You looked at him, brows furrowed.

“Duh. But what about you?” He looked you up and down. “Last time I checked, you couldn’t fly.”

“Easy! I’ll just ride on your back!” You chirped. “Unless you can’t carry me?”

“Tch. As if. Get on.” He squatted down, letting you scamper onto his back. “Ready?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.

You leaned into the crook of his neck, breath lightly fanning his face. “Ready,” you confirmed.

Cackling gleefully, Bakugou shot up into the sky, palms ablaze.

And as quickly as he flew, he was dropping to the ground even quicker.

“DAMMIT!” He glared daggers at the ice wall that had appeared over your heads. “Fucking Deku! And that IcyHot bastard!”

Spiraling, he tried his best to save the two of you from a hard impact on the ground, but he was only successful in twirling around in the air like a ballerina.

“Shit!” He tried to flip upside down in order to land on his feet, but the momentum was against him.

With an “oof”, the two of you landed in a pile on the (luckily) snow-covered ground.

“You alright there, idiot?” Bakugou said gruffly.

You groaned. You weren’t sure how, but you definitely sprained something with the way you landed. Ankle? Wrist? Perhaps both?

“Hey. Hey!” Bakugou climbed over the snowdrift to reach you. “Get up! The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Calm down, Bakugou!” You pushed his hand away. “It’s just a sprain,” you pointed to your ankle.

“Nothing else?” He seemed intent on picking you up, so you let him.

“Nope, everything’s fine,” you assured him.

“Sorry about that!” Midoriya called out from atop his perch on Todoroki’s newly-formed glacier. “We got a little carried away!”

Bakugou stilled. You winced. Midoriya was in for a rough time.

“Deku…” He ground out. “What the FUCK do you think you and IcyHot are doing?”

“I-I’m sorry! We didn’t mean to knock you down from the air!” Midoriya started gesturing nervously. “I-I swear it was an a-accident!”

Todoroki sighed. “It was an accident. Let it go, Bakugou. And (Y/N), we are very sorry for having injured you. Would you like for us to accompany you to Recovery Girl? The game is over now.”

“The fuck did you say, IcyHot? No fucking way. I’m taking her.” He stomped towards Recovery Girl’s office, you firmly nestled in his arms.

“Think we succeeded?” Todoroki turned to Midoriya. “They seem to be getting along fine.”

“I…I’m not sure. It’s not great that (Y/L/N)-chan had to get injured for this to work, but…Recovery Girl will fix her up fine and Kacchan might finally realize that he has feelings for her…”

“Hey guys! Great job!” Sero dangled Mina from a tree branch overhead. “Look at them go!”

“It’s all according to plan…” Mina clapped her hands together. “Now, we just have to wait for the clock to chime twelve…”

“Fucking assholes.” Bakugou hadn’t stopped muttering underneath his breath since you’d left.

You giggled. He was so angry over such a small thing. It wasn’t like the fall was intentional; you’d both just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Bakugou stopped walking and stared at you. “What?” He frowned at you. “Why are you laughing? Did you knock your fucking head on the way down too?”

You started full-on laughing this time. “No, Bakugou. It’s just…you’re so cute when you’re mad,” you tried to explain. “Your eyebrows scrunch up and you purse your lips and…”

By this point, Bakugou was a blushing mess. No one had ever called him “cute” when he was angry before.

After a while, he broke the silence. “So…I don’t scare you?”

You laid your head on his chest. “Not at all.”

“Tch. You should be scared of me, dumbass.” He turned your body so that you were facing him, shielding his tomato-hued face from your gaze.

“And why should I be?”

“Because…because…I’m Bakugou Katsuki, dammit!” He clenched his fists, bunching up your parka.

Snickering, you decided to tease him. “Thank you, Captain Obvious. I thought you were Midoriya Izuku for a second.”

“You WHAT?!?”

The two of you bantered playfully all the way to Recovery Girl’s office. She took one look at you and frowned.

“Tsk. I thought there wasn’t training today?” She rifled around for an ice pack.

“There wasn’t. We played a game and I just sprained my ankle.” You explained sheepishly. “And possibly my wrist.”

Recovery Girl tapped her cane on your knee and sighed heavily. “You guys don’t know how to take care of yourselves! Playing a game and getting injured?” She rubbed her temples. “The hospitals are going to have a field day with the lot of you once you become pros.”

“Sorry. I promise I’ll be more careful next time.” You held in a wince as she prodded your ankle.

“Minor sprains. I’m going to wrap those and give you some gummies. Take this ice pack with you when you go. Ice for 10, leave for 20, and repeat for 3 hours. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am!” You held out your wrist for her to bind.

“And don’t you go do anything else dangerous now, you hear me?”

“Loud and clear!” You hopped nimbly off the table, landing on one leg, and was promptly scooped up again by Bakugou.

“Hey! Let me down! I can walk!” You protested against his arms.

Bakugou turned to Recovery Girl. “Look at her. You really want her to walk?”

“As a matter of fact, I do not. Stay still, young lady, and let him carry you,” she admonished.

You slumped in defeat, and Bakugou carried you out of the room.

“Ahh…young love,” Recovery Girl stared wistfully at your fading silhouettes. “I remember…”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!!”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR’S!!”

The class was situated in the common room, spread out over the numerous couches and munching on fresh cookies (courtesy of Momo and Sato).

And as the clock chimed 12, you looked to Bakugou, sitting right next to you.

“Can…can I…” You started nervously, fingers fidgeting with your ice pack.

“What? Spit it out,” Bakugou stared at you.

“Canikissyou?” You blurted out as fast as your tongue would let you.

He smirked. “What was that? I couldn’t understand you.”

You sighed. “Would…would you mind if I kissed you?”

Bakugou’s lips pulled into a wolfish grin. “All you had to do was ask, dumbass.”

Epilogue

“Do you think they caught on?” Mina whispered excitedly to Sero. “I wasn’t sure if they saw me leading Todoroki and Midoriya to the ball.”

“Nah, I think we’re fine. Besides, it’s not like he can complain. He got a girlfriend thanks to us, right?” Sero chuckled.

“Ok…if you say so…”

Suddenly, they heard a growl coming from the doorway to their left.

“Shit.”

“Run!!”

“I won’t let you bastards get away with this!!”

Coco’s New Year Celebration 20-21

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woah-were-halfway-there · 3 years

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Mia’s First Night At Home

A/N: *dj Khaled voice* anotha one. Lmao here’s another little piece that’s been requested! Now I’ll go back to writing the next part of JWIN lol. Also this is PURE fluff, just a warning.

also shoutout to @brockadoodles for yelling me about this little family like always

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It was all so crazy to comprehend still, but you and Auston were officially spending your first night at home as parents.

You were discharged from the hospital around 14 hours after Mia was born. As you were in labour, other than the apparent fact of getting to meet your daughter and being excited for that, you wanted nothing more than to be back at your condo where you felt the most comfortable. You expressed that to Auston and your midwife many times throughout the night, and your midwife assured you that as long as your delivery and recovery afterwards went smoothly, you shouldn't have to spend a full 24 hours in the hospital. Luckily enough, things did go well, so you and Mia were both deemed healthy enough to go home.

However, once you got home, your anxiety peaked.

Although you had been told multiple times by your midwife and doctor, despite Mia being born a week and a half early, she was still very healthy. If she weren't, you and she wouldn't have been able to leave the hospital, which you had to keep reminding yourself. But everything was so new, and there was a lot of adjusting to do, you would've been lying if you said you weren't a little overwhelmed.

Yet, you never admitted how you were feeling. Auston could just tell.

You put on such a brave front, trying to act like you weren't as nervous about your first night home with Mia as you obviously were, but you were so bad at hiding those nerves. That was to be expected, though. You were in postpartum and had given birth that day. No one expected you to be calm immediately or used to everything that being a new parent entailed. But, there was no reason for you to be so unnecessarily hard on yourself.

Something you were struggling with, though, was the fact that Mia wasn't breastfeeding. While in the hospital, you tried to feed her, but she would only take a bottle, and although that was a hard pill for you to swallow, you again had to keep reminding yourself how that was ok, and as long as Mia wasn't hungry, that was best.

All in all, Mia being born was a gratifying experience, but also so, so exhausting. You and Auston were more than ready to have a night back at the condo to unwind a bit with your baby girl and ideally catch up a bit on sleep, but that didn't happen. Well, not at first, at least.

Once the two of you brought Mia home, you gradually introduced her to Frank. Neither you nor Auston knew what to expect when introducing your daughter to your year-old Goldendoodle, but it went so much smoother than you anticipated. Frank took to having a new little human around very well, and it was almost as if he sensed something different with you too because once you were home that evening, he did not leave your side and was extra affectionate with you.

Auston's family then came over for dinner, to which Ema refused to let you and Auston take any part in preparing or cleaning up after. She wanted the two of you to be as relaxed as possible and stay focused on your daughter because she also knew the upcoming days would be pretty hectic with everyone wanting to meet the newest little Matthews.

Your brother, Nate, got into Toronto that evening from Montreal after receiving Mitch's call telling him that his niece had been born around 4am. He joined for dinner with Auston's family so he could meet Mia but then went to stay with Mitch and Steph so your little family could have your space for your first night home. You knew he'd be back the next day because your dad and sister, Mya, would be in from B.C then with plans to stay in the city for a few days as well so they too could meet their newest family member. Speaking of family, you knew your cousin Chris and the rest of Mitch's family would want to stop by at some point too. You also were aware that undoubtedly, guys from the team would be over as well.

It was a big deal to many people that Mia finally arrived, but it was crucial that you, Auston and her, were all feeling up for how many visitors you'd be having in the upcoming days. This was why Ema prepared a couple of meals for you and your fiancè, without telling either of you and left them in the fridge before she, Brian, Alex and Bre all left for the night.

Before Auston's family left, though, Ema made you and Auston promise that you'd call her if either of you needed anything. Whether that be picking something up or for someone to watch Mia while the two of you rested, she would be there as quickly as she could. But for that first night, you and Auston insisted you both wanted to try out caring for Mia on your own but agreed to call her if things got to be too much.

After everyone left, the night did go pretty smoothly, and you were so thankful for that.

Auston gave Mia a bottle around 7pm, then you both cuddled up on the couch with Frank as Auston continued holding her, and soon enough, Mia was passed right out. Much to Auston's dismay, because he just didn't want to stop holding his little girl, he still let you take Mia from his hold and put her in her bassinet as she slept. You both knew she'd wake up in three hours or so wanting another bottle, so you didn't go to sleep right away and opted to watch a movie together instead while you waited for her to wake back up.

Less than an hour into the movie, you were fighting hard to stay awake. You were so exhausted, having not slept well at the hospital at all, and Auston didn't understand why you wouldn't let yourself rest. He knew it was because you were nervous, hell, he was too, but you were in recovery and needed to be mindful of that. It was like pulling teeth, but Auston eventually convinced you to sleep in your bedroom instead of out on the couch. He insisted that he'd be fine to stay up and give Mia another bottle before joining you in bed and calling it a night as well. You had no reason to doubt his fatherly abilities, so without any further argument, you and Frank crawled into yours and Auston's king-sized bed, and you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit your pillow.

Around 10pm, Mia stirred awake, looking for another bottle and in need of a diaper change, but Auston took it all on like a champ and handled it all with ease. Sure, he was a little nervous, but it ended up being way less stressful than he was expecting, and about an hour later, Mia was falling asleep in his arms again. So, without a second thought, he turned off all the lights in the condo, then quietly brought her into the bedroom. He was careful not to wake you as he set Mia in the bassinet that was in the bedroom before climbing into bed next to you, pulling you close, then falling asleep soon after.

Auston wasn't sure how long he'd been sleeping for, but with how it was still dark out, he knew it wasn't for long. He didn't hear Mia fussing, which he took as a good sign and figured he could roll over and fall back asleep for a little while longer. But, when he reached out to pull you close again, only to find the space next to him empty, well, then he was wide awake.

He sat right up, wondering where the hell you could've gone, but couldn't come up with any ideas. There was no light coming from the ensuite or out hallway, indicating that you hadn't gotten out of bed to go to the washroom or grab a late-night snack or bottle for Mia from the kitchen, which left him even more puzzled. He then noticed how Frank wasn't there either and knew you couldn't have gone very far.

Shaking his head, Auston then grabbed his phone to see that it was 3:30am and that he'd only slept for maybe four hours. However, he didn't hear Mia fuss at all even though he knew she probably would've woken up for another bottle during that time and had even set an alarm just in case, but then he realized the alarm was turned off and knew that you had to have been the one to do that.

Still feeling a little confused, he got out of bed and used the light coming from his phone screen so he could see as he walked through the room, but stopped when his eyes fell on something, and his search for you soon came to an end.

On the other side of the room, over near the closet, you were fast asleep on the ground next to Mia's bassinet, laying on the fluffy white rug that was there with Frank curled right up next to you as he slept as well. Mia was sleeping too. However, with the almost empty bottle resting on the ground beside you, Auston knew you must've already fed her. But what didn't make sense was why you hadn't taken the few steps needed to crawl back into bed instead of sleeping on the floor next to your daughter.

Chuckling slightly at the image in front of him, Auston shook his head because he knew part of why you weren't in bed was because of your stubbornness, even though he was well aware you'd never admit it.

Without much thought, Auston then wandered over to where you slept and checked on Mia before leaning down to pick you up in bridal style and carrying you back to bed. He tried not to wake you, but with the way Frank groaned at the sudden disturbance to his slumber and you being shaken awake slightly, you then slowly blinked your eyes open and looked up at your fiancé as he carried you.

"Aus?" You asked quietly, instinctively snuggling closer to his chest before he gently set you back on the bed. "W-what happened? Is Mia, alright?"

"Yes, Mia's fine," Auston assured before getting back into bed next to you and letting you cuddle up against him again as Frank hopped on the bed to join the two of you also. "You were sleeping on the floor, babe."

"Oh," you whispered, a pout forming on your lips as you did so.

"How come you didn't just come back to bed?"

You were about to respond but stopped as you thought about the proper answer to his question, then sighed before telling him.

"I was afraid to fall back asleep, but I guess I was too tired actually to stick with that."

"Babe," he replied, a slightly disappointed tone in his voice as he did. "You need to rest. I know you're anxious, I am too, but how are you going to be able to take care of Mia if you don't take care of yourself?"

Auston didn't say that harshly or anything, but it still struck something in you because you knew how right he was. So, after taking a deep breath, you spoke up again.

"I know, I'm sorry," you told him, then sat up slightly so you could glance over at Mia, making sure she was still asleep in her bed, which you were able to tell thanks to the lights of downtown Toronto that still managed to somewhat illuminate through the closed blinds in your bedroom. "She's just so little and new, Auston. What if something happens to her while we sleep? I would never forgive myself just because I was too tired to be there for her."

At that, Auston sighed and just about melted as he observed you watching Mia, already being overcome by the fact that he knew you were bound to be such a good mother. Without saying anything, he then sat up too and leaned against the headboard before gently pulling you onto his lap, not stopping until your back was against his chest. Once he stopped moving, you then shifted so you'd be more comfortable. After that, you leaned back against him and mindlessly rubbed your hand up and down his arm while he kept them wrapped around your middle. He responded by resting his head on your shoulder, then the two of you remained there in comfortable silence for a little bit as you observed your daughter together.

"Look at her," Auston spoke softly after a few moments. "She's fine."

"I know, but-."

"But if something happens, then we can face it together. We're both new to this whole parenting thing, Y/N. We are for sure going to make mistakes, but how else are we going to learn? It's ok to be worried about our new baby, but there is no need to be right now. Right now, it would be best if you rested because you gave birth literally 24 hours ago. Please stop stressing yourself out, babe. For me, for Mia and yourself. It's not healthy."

Once Auston finished his spiel, you slowly moved away so that you could look over your shoulder at him and respond. But instead of saying anything, you nodded once his gaze met yours, then leaned forward to catch his lips in a soft, sweet kiss.

"Thank you," you mumbled against his mouth, then moved away to look at him again. "For holding me accountable and being the best partner in all of this. You're right, and I guess I needed to be reminded that I am still recovering and how I'm not alone. So, thank you."

"You don't need to thank me," he smiled. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be than here with you taking care of our daughter."

"Our daughter," you repeated, smiling as you shifted, then leaned back against him again. "I still can't believe she's here. We really made her, huh?"

Auston nodded, a grin stretching across his mouth as he followed your gaze over to where Mia was sleeping still.

"I also can't believe it, but yeah. She's here, and she's so perfect. I never knew I was capable of falling in love with something so hard and so fast until you gave me her."

"I could say the same to you, Aus. We did this together, and I think we did a damn good job."

Your heart never felt as full as it did at that moment, and you loved it so much. Everything about your life seemed perfect, and it just made you so ridiculously happy. After that talk with Auston, you both were able to fall back asleep for a couple of hours before Mia woke up again. And even with your exhaustion and anxiousness that was still very present, you had never felt more content.

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halinski · 3 years

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I have a lot of feelings about Buck, like don't even ask, I will never be able to put it into words or anything other than abstract feelings in this world

I just know this, Eddie loves Buck and Buck is ace and Taylor is a relapse ✌️

"You've been shutting me out."

It's ironic, Eddie thinks, that these exact words come now 20 minutes after the black out, which felt like maybe the world had shut down. They were stuck mid rescue in an elevator and well, the world had been such a whirlwind since he'd been shot, and this emergency and that- but now it had stopped. And they'd succumbed to their fate, sat down on the dingy elevator floor, bathed in a red back up light, the building silent around them. Out there, somewhere, a siren rang, and Buck sighed.

It was deep and heavy, like he was Atlas lifting the world off his shoulders for a break, something like relief, like that first deep shuddering breath when your lungs finally recovered from a run. It was way too heavy for a young man, barely thirty, who was finding himself. Eddie knew that Buck had been fighting lately. Mostly himself, but also his parents and past, and pushing past the boundaries of life that had been set around him. Then there was the shooting and Buck had truly been nerve-wrecked, Eddie was far from blind, and hell, he'd been a little preoccupied with figuring himself out, and recovering, letting go and paving the way for a future with no regrets- but he'd seen Buck. It was harder to look away at this point.

But he had, because the world had been spinning and Buck had been putting enough pressure on himself, becoming an uncle, and taking care of Chris with full abandon, and therapy and... Taylor. Eddie hadn't wanted to push too hard.

Now that they were here though, just the two of them...

Buck's looking at him, that irritated lost puppy stare, vulnerable and defiant all at once, like Eddie was the first to venture into certain spaces that made up Evan Buckley. It was a deliberant choice, at this point. Back in the beginning, he'd just reached out a hand and had been surprised to find an anchor to the world he'd never knew existed, and now he ventured further deliberately.

It hadn't been a question, and even so Buck looked ready to fight him, a last defensive wall, before he caved and those murky blue eyes dropped away. Full submission.

Eddie waited, opening up the room and hoping for his partner in crime and rescue to fill it and yet... Buck only shrugged weakly.

"Things have been..." He started half-heartedly, losing motivation half-way through and concluding with a disheartened, "busy." Eddie watched him busy himself with the callouses on his palm, picking and rubbing, as if he could erase the last few weeks of running himself ragged.

There had definitely been a lot less mentions of calls to Dr. Copeland lately, a lot of unfocused Buck, who was making himself smaller, less noticeable and quieter. Not that he was actually quiet, Eddie knew Buck could fill the building with vibrance for the benefit of everyone around within the blink of an eye. But his true emotions dwindled, where they'd slipped out before in shadows of an action, or an obvious plea hidden in drowning eyes - now he was more... Calculated.

And even now, Buck lifted his head again under Eddie's scrutiny in square-jawed surrender as if that was that to this conversation, there was nothing more to be done.

Eddie was not convinced. They'd gotten way too far, the two of them, to slip back down to the trenches in this mud slide. Eddie had found solid footing in his own world, and he was unafraid right here, under private eyes with the one person in the world he trusted most. Solid enough that he could stare right back at the nervous energy Buck was holding back and dare it.

What are you so afraid?

A question he had asked himself many sleepless nights, especially after Carla's little "follow your heart" speech, after he'd laid in bed, heart racing, hearing shots and all he wanted had been to-

All he'd wanted was safety, and he could've kept lying to himself, could've deliriously shouted at the universe that he didn't know where he could ever feel safe again, and yet his own body and heart had long gone betrayed him that day in the hospital just before he'd walked out, explicitly stating that he had signed his heart off to Buck a year ago. He couldn't even call it betrayal, because there wasn't a single cell in his body that doubted his decision, that doubted Buck. He just doubted... Himself.

And maybe that he'd be enough for Buck right now, still. He was so far from his best self, and yet better and more stable than he'd ever been. So he sat and he stared back, arms resting easily in his lap, and challenged.

"Why do you keep going back to her?"

Goddammit, Eddie, way to sound like the most jealous jerk in the world.

Buck winced, eyebrows seeming to ask 'really?' and 'what do you mean?' all at the same time and then shrugging again.

"Taylor?" He asked simply, biding time probably.

"Yeah," Eddie assured, the hum of the emergency light their only company as he waited for Buck to reply.

"She's the only one who really wants me," he said, but the tone of his voice wasn't right. Unconvinced. The admission to easily offered to ring true.

Eddie can't stop the snort of disbelief from escaping him. From all that he's heard about the rust-haired reporter... He couldn't imagine what Buck saw in her. He'd seen the effect of her words on him, saw Buck fall in line behind her with a bowed head, saw how the hurt now flared in Buck's face at his open faced challenge to that statement.

A part of Eddie wanted to grab Buck by the face and scream at him, can't you see?!

You're wanted whole-heartedly by me.

But Buck wasn't his to love yet, not really.

"Look, I don't know what you see on the outside but... She wants me. She chose me and I- what more could I ask for, you know? I'm... I'm working on it. On myself. And for now- this is it," Buck said, rattling it down like he was trying to work it into a checklist.

Eddie just wanted to know what 'it' was supposed to mean. But he nodded, because in a way it did make sense. The same way Ana had made sense, even though she absolutely didn't and he was glad that was over and he could laugh over that foolish affair now.

People had questioned his change of heart when he broke up with her during recovery, but when they'd realized he truly wasn't heartbroken and backsliding, they had taken it in full stride. A little misstep, no great scars taken (well except for the new bullet hole in his shoulder but that didn't really have anything to do with Ana, it just happened to be a part of the same journey heading toward a joined destination) and here they were at a pit stop.

The silence simmered between them, just somewhere right before the cliff, staggering before the precipice toward their comfort zone. It had always taken a little leap from both sides to get them to where they were today. Buck usually happens to fall into his without thinking much, just because he was ready to throw himself in dangers way or alternatively, rushing in out of sense of duty, and making it seem so, so very easy. The way he had walked into Eddie's house and kitchen, stepped right into his space and said: 'i'm here and I'm owning my mistakes because you're worth it' or something of the sort. All Eddie remembered was the care and the genuine emotion he'd felt and... The realization that he'd finally found home.

"It just feels like... You smile less when it comes to her." Eddie still did't really want to say her name. He wasn't about to go out blaming Taylor for all the times Buck was sad- it was just an observation. It took a lot to get Buck to giving up his smile. He hated that Taylor accepted a watered down version of him; bright, bold, and boasting Buck.

"Do I?" Buck asked, a furrowed crease appearing between his eyebrows, truly confused.

Eddie nodded.

"Relationships are always a compromise," Buck offered with a half-hearted twitch of his shoulder. "You know me. We're both pretty stubborn. We butt heads."

Buck flicked his wrist for a useless gaze at his watch. It made them none the wiser about the state of their rescue.

"Yeah, I know you," Eddie retorted gently. "Though, you do tend to have a point."

He could come up with a million examples. Eager, always ready to show up and make it work, Buck. How many times had he burrowed himself into Eddie's skin already with truths that stuck like thorns until Eddie accepted them into his bones.

All he wanted was to return the favor

The man granted him a small, crooked smile. It was crazy how much so little could mean to one person. Desperate, wounded, isolated Buck.

How Eddie wanted to tell him explicitly 'dont do what I did, kid, don't fall back into and habits at first chance just because you don't think you're worth anything else'- there were reasons why it didn't work in the first place. He'd learned the exact same lesson with Shannon. And God, the way Eddie had dragged Buck with him back then, for safety, as he had ranted to him and searched for the answers, only to make the same damn mistake.

That wasn't his life.

And Taylor wasn't Buck's. And Eddie knew this.

Knew from what Buck had told about her the first time she had been around, and from all that Eddie had heard about Buck's relationship to sex. It had turned into a joke at the station, oh, Buck and his self-diagnosed sex addiction, but Eddie recognized that worried little steeple on Bobby's forehead when he reminded everyone that that one therapist wasn't licensed to work for them anymore. But it went way deeper, didn't it?

Eddie knew about self-destructive behaviors. Not intimately. But he'd learned a lot about PTSD lately and adjacent behaviors. Buck and sex was a self-destructive bomb if he'd ever seen one.

And it was no coincidence that Taylor and Buck's relationship centered around physical intimacy.

Buck showed up where he was wanted or needed. They all knew that.

"Just... Make sure you get what you want too," Eddie said. "Put yourself first."

Cue the bewildered, insecure facial expression. Now and then Eddie wished he could hide Buck from the world. Shield him. For now all he could do was stand by.

"Because you'll always be wanted. Make sure the reasons are right for you. It has to be good for you."

And Eddie wouldn't be leaning so far out the window if Buck were to look him in the eyes and say 'nah it's not like that' but all he did was get quiet. Eddie couldn't leave him sitting like that, rearranging himself to stretch his legs out before they fell asleep and casually leaning his shoulder against Buck's.

"You're a good guy, Buck. You deserve only the best.

If you wanted Buck to hear you sometimes you had to get straight to the point.

Maybe one day Eddie could conquer his fear and say what he really wanted to say.

When they were both ready.

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“Take Me Instead” | Febuwhump 2021

TW: None

Summary: Obi-Wan embarks on a suicide mission

AO3 Link | Febuwhump Index

Cody twirled the stylus between his fingers as his eyes skimmed over the contents of the datapad. This was supposed to be Obi-Wan’s duty, but his general was nowhere to be found. So, it fell to Cody as second-in-command to look over the legion’s acquisitions. He supposed now that this was why Obi-Wan had been so sweet to him just before he left.

He almost missed Waxer’s arrival. “Sir, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Cody glanced up from the datapad. “Then tell me.”

“The mission you deemed suicide, General Kenobi is going to act on it.”

And the reason for the sweetness became clear.

Cody flew to his feet, the datapad discarded. “Where is he?”

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The hanger fell silent as Cody stormed in.

“Ah, Cody.” Obi-Wan greeted him sheepishly.

“What are you doing?” Cody hissed at him.

“I’m afraid that we’ve been given an ultimatum by the Chancellor.” Obi-Wan grimaced. “We have no choice, we must destroy the Separatist compound.”

“And when was I going to be informed? After you left?” The silence that greeted him was answer enough.

“I have orders, Cody.”

“And who are you taking to die with you?”

Obi-Wan turned his head to Wooley, checking over the gunship, then back to Cody.

“No.” Cody shook his head. “Take me instead.”

“Cody. We can’t both be-.”

“What example would I set for our men otherwise?” When Obi-Wan had no answer, Cody continued. “Wooley, you’re dismissed. Someone tell Waxer that he’s in charge until we get back.” Cody made his way over to the waiting gunship before glancing back at Obi-Wan. “Come, we have orders.”

Obi-Wan sighed and reluctantly joined Cody in the gunship. Only after the doors had closed and the ship rose into the air did he speak. “I must confess, I am glad that you’re going with me.”

Cody stepped forward into Obi-Wan’s space and brought up a hand to cup the other man’s jaw, bringing him in for a light kiss. “I would be glad to die by your side.”

“I love you too.” Obi-Wan’s smile could take away all of Cody’s nerves.

“I love you.” He whispered back before drawing Obi-Wan into a last kiss. “So, this mission.” He kept his face before Obi-Wan’s, refusing to leave his space. “Same plan as before? Plant the bombs, hide, and pray to the divinity of your choosing?”

“That about sums it up, yes.” Obi-Wan admitted. “It’s not ideal, but it’s all the Republic has.”

“We serve the Republic.” Cody said almost unconsciously, the dogma drilled into his head by hours of training. “But if we live, I’ll serve you tonight.”

“Cody!”

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“Cody!” Obi-Wan’s scream cut through the wreckage of the compound, burning at the edges of Cody’s mind as he fought to return to consciousness.

“Obi-Wan.” He whispered, the already soft sound lost to the screech of the building as it fell apart.

But as if he had heard him, Obi-Wan was there at his side. He fell to his knees beside Cody, grimacing in pain and tightening his hold on his side as he bent down over Cody.

“Are you hurt?” Cody whispered. This time, it was heard.

“Just a flesh wound.” The hand which did not clutch at Obi-Wan’s side reached out and gently smoothed Cody’s hair; his helmet had been lost somewhere between the explosion and when he had hit the ground. “Cody.”

Cody closed his eyes to focus on Obi-Wan’s touch, but with the loss of his sight, there was nothing to distract him from his harsh, rasping breaths and he opened his eyes once more.

“Cody.” Obi-Wan said his name again as if just by voicing the name he could heal the man he loved.

“Time to pick my divinity, right?” Cody managed to get out before the slab of duracrete across his chest shifted with the collapsing building and he let out a cry of pain that left him panting for air.

Reaching a hand out to rest on the slab, Obi-Wan tapped into the Force to raise it the few inches Cody needed to draw breath, then ever so slowly move it to the side, freeing Cody’s torso from the rubble.

Without the pressure of the slab, the pain was becoming more acute with each heave of his chest, but Obi-Wan could never knew that he had brought him pain. “Thank you.” With his vision slowly returning to normal, Cody turned his gaze back to Obi-Wan’s side, where his tunic was reddening. “You’re bleeding.”

“Just a flesh wound.”

“Obi-Wan.” Cody had been around the other man long enough to know when he was lying. “You need to stop the bleeding, you-.”

“Sssssh.” Obi-Wan’s hand fell back to Cody’s hair. “I need to be by your side.”

Cody knew it was wrong, it was selfish, to put his own wants before Obi-Wan’s health. But he feared that this could be the last time he lay eyes on his love, and he wanted to die without regret. “Lay with me?”

Obi-Wan nodded and moved to be closer to Cody’s side before laying down beside him, keeping his injured side out of the dust that settled around them on the ground.

Cody turned his head to the side to look into Obi-Wan’s eyes. He couldn’t move his body to hold him, but just the warm presence at his side was enough to bring him comfort as a deep exhaustion tugged at his bones. “Will you stay?”

“Until the very end, my love.” Obi-Wan promised him, leaning his head forward until their foreheads met.

Cody closed his eyes and imagined himself melting into Obi-Wan’s embrace as he gave in.

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He awoke with a jolt, startling Rex.

One arm held the faint prick of an IV, the other didn’t. It was that free arm which Cody brought over to his chest, where the pain had been before. His own continuing mortality established, his gaze to Rex. “Where’s Obi-Wan?”

“Turn your head slowly, he’s in the bed next to you.”

Cody obeyed, though with the effort and pain that arose from the motion, he wasn’t sure he could’ve done it any faster. But the sight of Obi-Wan, still unconscious and still so beautiful, was worth the pain. “He’s okay?”

“He’s okay. You’ll be out of here sooner, but you’ll both make a full recovery.” Rex assured him, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “So, which divinity did you choose this time?”

Cody smiled and closed his eyes. “Him.”

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The Tower: Family - 30

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1941

Warnings: Pregnancy, smut (MF, breastplay, vaginal sex, lactation (but not as a kink and not much of it))

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 30: Home Remedies

Natasha and Rebecca only stayed in the medbay overnight. They were home within a day and we quickly went back to normal life. Things were getting hectic now with three infants and two toddlers but we still outnumbered them and we had the benefit of having staff to help. Not just the nannies but cooks and cleaners and people to do laundry. It meant we were free just to take care of the kids and for those still working, they had that too. With all of us, we had this rotating wheel of people ready for midnight feelings, diaper changes, bedtime stories, trips to school, baths, and playtime. No one was exactly well-rested, but no one was exhausted either.

One thing that was becoming increasingly clear though, Rose, Rebecca, and Sarah adored their older brother and sister. All three infants’ gazes went automatically to where Riley and Pietro were in the room. When they were fussy, it only took Riley and Pietro coming over and talking to them or playing with a toy in their line of view for them to quiet again, and when Rose and Sarah reached six weeks old and began to smile, they always had one for their big brother and sister.

Riley and Pietro still generally found the babies a little boring and thought they needed a little too much attention, but they were generally doing okay with the new babies in the house and as the babies started to be able to a little more, they began to warm up to them. We each tried to make sure we spent proper quality time with each of them one-on-one at least once a week so that they never felt like they were neglected or overlooked by anyone.

The last big thing we were all waiting for was Edwin to arrive.

Unfortunately, he had other plans. As my due date came and went I became more uncomfortable and exhausted. I just wanted him out but he was determined to stay put. I tried a few natural remedies. I was eating spicy food and drinking raspberry leaf tea. The others were ready and available to give me a massage whenever I asked. I was walking the kids to school, and spending a lot of time doing yoga and swimming, (even if that meant taking Riley and Pietro down to the pool with me). I even had Tony take me on long drives, making sure to hit every bit of bumpy road in the Tri-State area to try and get things going. I was having sex every night and often during the day to try and get labor started, and on the day after Edwin’s due date I called in my prize from Sam and we had a marathon sex session while the kids were at school where he made me come to the point I ended up tapping out exhausted - but still that kid was determined to stay put.

At forty-one weeks, they were talking about me having a cesarean, and considering I’d had one with the twins, I really wanted to at least try a vaginal birth. Especially given the recovery time after surgery and the fact we would then have six children to worry about.

I was desperate and stressed, which was doing nothing to help the situation because my blood pressure was going up, which only made Doctor Schroeder more adamant that if it didn’t happen naturally soon, it would have to be a c-section.

I came home from an appointment distraught. Doctor Schroeder had told me that I would need to come in the following day and if my blood pressure hadn’t gone back down then it was time to intervene.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Steve said as our group came through the door. “I’ll take you up and give you a nice relaxing massage, and you can have a nap. We’ll get that blood pressure back down.”

Tony looked at me apologetically, like he was blaming himself for what was going on, and he rubbed my back. “Sorry, honey,” he said. “Of course it’s the one that’s related to me that’s causing all the trouble.”

I shook my head, and Bruce patted his shoulder. “You heard the doc,” he said. “These things happen. El knew there was the potential that she’d have to have another cesarean. It’s no one’s fault and it’s better he gets here and everyone is safe and sound, right?”

“Right,” I said with a nod. Of course, that was true, but it didn’t make me feel a whole lot better.

Steve led me up to our bedroom and dimmed the lights. I stripped down naked while he lit some candles. “See if you can sleep after this,” he said. “The kids will be back from school when you wake up, and we can take them down to the pool together if you like.”

“I’ll try,” I said, and sat down in the special massage chair Tony had got for us.

“Shea or Mango?” Steve asked.

“Shea please,” I answered and he came over and sat down on a stool behind me and began to slowly massage my back. I relaxed in the chair as best I could, letting the chair support my head, chest, and arms as Steve worked out my tension and rubbed the body butter into my skin. FRIDAY played a gentle calming song over the speakers and gradually I began to relax completely.

“You ready to try and nap?” Steve asked as I began to doze a little.

I nodded and he helped me up and led me over to the bed. I climbed in and he pulled away from me. “You're not staying?” I asked.

“Just going to wash my hands, sweetheart,” he assured me.

I pulled my body pillow in under my knee and hugged it. Steve washed his hands and stripped down to his undershirt and boxers before climbing in behind me, spooning me from behind.

He placed his hand on my stomach and I moved it up to my breast, he began to slowly and gently massage it and I hummed and pushed my ass back against his crotch.

“Thought you were gonna sleep,” he whispered against my ear.

“That will help me sleep,” I joked.

He chuckled softly and ghosted his lips up my neck as he began to apply more pressure on my breasts “Will it now?”

“And maybe it might get the labor started.” I rolled over to face him and looked into his eyes. “That would fix all of this wouldn’t it? If I go into labor then we don’t have to worry about my blood pressure.”

“You don’t have to beg, sweetheart,” he said, gently. He caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers and I leaned into his hand. “It’s not a chore.”

I shook my head. “Sorry. I’ve been out of control lately. Even more so than my usually high libido. It feels like I’ve been making it a chore.”

“Then let's make it special,” he whispered and leaned in and kissed me.

It was deep and tender, his lips gently caressing mine. His hand returned to my breast and slowly massaged it, making me moan softly into his lips, and push myself closer to him, so my large belly pressed against his taut abdominal muscles.

He kissed down my neck, sucking softly on my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck as I held him to me, relishing in the warmth of his body. He moved further down and as he reached my breasts, his hand came to rest on my cunt. I hummed softly as his tongue circled my areola and flicked over my nipple. He closed his lips around it and began to suck. His cheeks hollowed as he suckled at my breast. It sent an ache through me, settling in at my core and making my muscles clench. I moaned and my cunt flooded. Even taking into account how much I loved my breasts being stimulated, and how sensitive they were right now due to how close I was to giving birth - there was something different about the way this felt. It was like my core muscles tightened in response and something pressed down inside me, while at the same time my breast felt like pressure released in them. I moaned and pushed up against him more.

He pulled back and wiped his mouth. “You must be so close, El,” he whispered. “I actually got something then.”

I felt myself turn a bright red. “Oh god. I’m sorry.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head. “Nothing to be sorry for. It’s natural and normal,” he said, drawing me back closer to him. “It tastes sweet.”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm… it’s beautiful,” he said and latched back onto my breast.

I tensed but it felt so damned good. His fingers began to work my clit and soon I was moaning and shuddering under his attention. My cunt slicked his fingers as they moved up and down my folds and circled over my clit and my breast leaked just a small amount as he suckled on them.

“Steve,” I moaned, arching my back a little on the bed. “Steve, I need you. Please fuck me.”

Steve leaned up and kissed me deeply. I could taste the sweet colostrum lingering on his lips and moaned softly, letting him guide me onto my side. He pushed his boxers down and spooned me, pulling me flush against him and wrapping his arms around me so I was completely engulfed by him. He started to slowly rut his hips so his cock slid up and down my folds and teased my entrance. I leaned my head back on his shoulder, my lips slightly parted, and as he brought his lips to mine he sunk his cock slowly inside me.

I moaned into the kiss and he slowly began to fuck me. His hands roamed over my body, massaging my tits, holding my throat, rubbing my clit. It was like I was falling apart slowly. A soft buzz crept through me, traveling through my veins, and spiraling down to my core. I rolled my hips with him as he thrust in from behind.

Gradually my orgasm built inside me and pressed down. My muscles clenched and my cunt fluttered and with a moan, I came.

“That’s it,” Steve praised and kissed my neck. He picked up his pace a little as he chased his own release. I gasped and moaned louder, clenching around his cock. His hands tightened on my breasts and he tugged on my nipples. I mewled loudly and another orgasm hit, stronger than before.

Steve’s groaned and kissed me again and with a deep thrust, he came, spilling inside me. He slowed his thrusts as his cock pulsed inside me and caressed my cheek with his thumb. I hummed happily into his lips and as he slipped out of me, a tight pain spread around my midriff. I curled forward and whined.

Steve immediately started rubbing my back. “Did we do it? Was that a contraction?”

“I think… might just be a Braxton Hicks of course,” I said as it quickly passed.

“Alright,” Steve said, kissing my shoulder. “Try and sleep. Either way, you need the rest. If it’s started we’ll know soon enough.”

I nodded and closed my eyes. “Thank you, Steve,” I whispered.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he soothed. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

I smiled and as I drifted off in his arms, I hoped that what would wake me up would be my labor pains.

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Undercover I Do - Chapter 13

Characters: Javier Peña x female reader

Summary: While on an undercover assignment posing as a married couple, you are attacked and nearly assaulted. Upon waking, all you remember about Javier Peña is what you remembering seeing from two photographs of the two of you posing as the happily married couple. As you struggle to regain your memories, Javi struggles with his own feelings for you.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: Implied cheating, swearing, destruction of government property, fluff, angst, mild reference and description of physical & sexual assault.

Word Count: 5048

Notes: The aftermath of you finding the file in Javi's office.

We've reached the end. I didn't expect this story to end this way; I really expected it to have a lot more smut...but! it got the ending it told me it wanted!

Let me know if you find any crazy mistakes. Feedback and comments greatly appreciated.

Be well!

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Gif not mine, created by bestintheparsec

You had always hated it when people said stupid shit like “all the pieces just fell into place.” Pieces don’t FALL into place. Pieces of pie don’t fall, they’re served. Puzzle pieces don’t fall, they’re carefully assessed and placed into a precise spot just for that specific piece. That saying had never made any sense to you and had always made you crazy.

But now suddenly, every inch that had been hidden in the dark from you was illuminated, highlighted. Everything seemed all at once so bright and overwhelming; one moment you had no recollection of anything written about in the report in your hands. The next moment, CLICK. The light had been turned on and everything was there again.

Everything made more sense now. Why everyone had seemed so on edge whenever they had spoken with you the last few weeks, everyone seeming to measure their words carefully. Why you hadn’t been able to jog any memories loose at all about your nuptials and marriage (or in fact any relationship at all) with Javier. Why you had felt so off-balance in your own apartment.

Why Javier had refused to sleep with you.

None of it was real. You felt the blood drain from your face as you remembered the parts that came next in Javi’s report before you read them, the memories coming faster than the words on the page, now.

The pieces falling into place.

The icy spear of fear that had sliced your chest when the first sicario had come up behind the two of you the night you’d been discovered and pistol whipped Javi, knocking him to the floor. The punches and scratches and lewd, terrible threats Ortiz’s cronies had rained down on you in the hours that you were separated from him. How you had never felt more relieved than when you’d been thrown into a room with your bloodied and bruised partner, saying his name over and over, so grateful that he wasn’t dead that you could barely draw breath. You had laid on the far side of the bedroom from him, tugging against your restraints, listening in the dark as he had murmured things to you and you had whispered back: plans of escape or to fight back and then, eventually, as it became clear that neither option was very likely, comforting words.

Your brain is moving faster now and more and more memories burn bright in front of you, each one shoving and fighting to be seen.

Ortiz had arrived then. Your brain flashed with the sour image of him leering over you, his meaty hands groping and fisting handfuls of your body, the sickly stench of his overpriced cologne poisoning your nostrils, making you gag. You felt his evil hand between your legs, searching, digging...but before he’d found purchase the noises had started. You remembered clearly now. You had blocked it out, the memory of that despicable man forcing himself on you.

At just that moment, you had heard the door open behind you. You’d looked up, trying to hold back the wave of memories that was suddenly crashing around you. You saw your partner standing in the doorway of his demolished office and were sure you’d said something to him. But the memory of Ortiz and what he had tried to do to you had sent your body shaking uncontrollably and you felt yourself crumpling inwards as more memories shoved their way through.

You remembered the blinding flash of light behind your eyes and then you remembered the heavy weight of your body being cradled in someone’s steady arms and you remembered hearing Javier’s voice coming from what seemed like a great distance. He’d been begging you for something. When you had managed to get your eyes open you’d seen him next to you in the ambulance. Your partner. You’d felt him squeeze your hand and assure you that he was there. He was your partner. He would always be there for you.

Just like now. He flew to your side, ripping his jacket off and wrapping it around you as you dissolved into a shivering puddle in the middle of his office. You were also distantly aware of Dixon’s voice shouting for someone to call your doctor, her commanding voice booming as she asked what the hell had happened. You heard the familiar voices of Van Ness and Fiestl murmuring, but Javier’s attention was on you. You heard him murmuring to you softly, carefully taking the file from your hands and telling you to breathe, that he was here, that it was going to be ok.

You had every reason in the world to not believe a word he said, to hate him right now. But all you could do was close your eyes as the tremors overtook you, all you could do was lean into him….

All you could do was trust him.

Hours later, Javi sat on the edge of his seat in Dixon’s office. Also in the room was your partner’s doctor, the psychologist she had been seeing the last few weeks, and a representative from the Ambassador’s office. Javier’s nerves were frayed, his muscles tensed, ready to make a move in an instant. Dixon had been interviewing her for close to two solid hours.

He had only been half aware of the line of questioning his boss had been asking you; his focus had been entirely on his partner from the moment he’d found her reading the case file in his office. He had not left her side since she’d looked up at him and said his name. Dixon had arrived on scene moments later and had immediately sprung into action, calling for a full immediate medical inspection. Physically, she was fine. But as the doctor and then the psychologist and now Dixon had asked more questions, it was clear that mentally she appeared to be fully recovered as well, albeit slightly shaken by the abrupt and jarring reappearance of her missing memories.

While Dixon continued to assess her agent’s recollection about recent events, Javi kept his gaze leveled on his partner’s profile. He refused to look away from her. If she started to wobble he wanted to be able to catch her. If she started to shake again, he wanted to be able to step forward and cover her shoulders with his jacket. But his brave partner...his strong, smart, beautiful, brave partner...had moved through the questions with her usual detached grace and stoicism. She had not once looked at him since the moment she’d said his name in his office.

He had shared space with his partner for long enough to be familiar with her body language when she was pissed.

And right now, she was more pissed than he had maybe ever seen her.

He knew she was pissed at him. That was fair. He could also detect a fair amount of anger directed toward their boss even after Dixon had explained why they had made the decisions they had in recent days. The doctor had thrown in his own two cents and as they continued to talk, he felt some of her anger temper towards them. It had flared again when Dixon had explained that they had begun paperwork to send her home; Javi’s heart had started pounding and his hand had grasped the arm of his chair in a death grip. But both his worry and your anger lifted when it became clear that, with the full recovery of her memory, she would be free to continue working as an agent in Columbia, after a full physical and mental assessment had been made and signed off on.

Though her anger had waned towards Dixon, he knew it was a bad sign that his partner was refusing to look at him. When speaking of events in which he was involved, she only referred to him as “Agent Peña” and she had never directed a question at him, instead asking through Dixon for clarification on details: the pretending, the make believe married life, the intricacies of the scheme they had concocted to keep her in her fictitious world of memories. She had been very careful to not ask too many revealing questions...Javi recognized her restraint in what she revealed in her inquiries. He knew what she was attempting to deduce: how far had Dixon instructed him to take the “acting like you're married until her memory comes back”? Her response to anything he said was chilly, to put it lightly and Dixon soon picked up on the cold front, too.

“All right,” the older woman said, leaning forward on her desk and letting out a weary sigh. “I think it’s safe to say,” she gestured toward the Ambassador’s representative, “that no one is going to be sent home today.” The representative nodded in agreement. Dixon rose along with the young man in a suit and directed him and the doctors towards the door. “I’d like to speak to my agent alone if we all feel comfortable with moving forward?” Javi kept his eyes on his partner’s face, her own eyes intentionally avoiding him, instead drilling holes into the American flag hanging behind Dixon’s desk. He willed her to look at him, silently screamed for her to look at him. If she would just look at him, if he could just catch her eyes, just for a moment, he would know. He could see her. She’d be able to see him. She’d be able to SEE how he felt about all of this. He just needed her to LOOK at him.

“Agent Peña…” His silent pleas were interrupted by Dixon, standing next to the open door of her office, holding it wide and clearly waiting for him to get up and leave. He swallowed hard, and started to open his mouth to protest. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say but he couldn’t leave her. He was her partner. What if she needed him?

“Agent Dixon?” His partner’s voice was heavy in the sudden silence of the office. It was edged in steel, cold like ice and dripping with anger. “Perhaps you could see to it that Agent Peña gets his shit out of my apartment before I get home…” Eyes still on the wall in front of her, she let the words land in the space between them. Addressed to Dixon, they served as a slap across his face and he felt as though he’d been shoved in the gut, all of the air leaving his lungs at once.

“Ah. Yes, well….Agent Peña?” Without a word, Javi stood and stalked out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

“You’ve been right about him this whole time,” you say to Dixon after the woman settles back behind her desk. “He’s only ever been after one thing. I should have listened to you. He’s like every other man in the world: only thinks with their dick.”

Dixon steeples her fingers under her chin and studies you for a moment, concern lacing her forehead.

“Tell me more.”

You’re taken aback by this response. Dixon has always been the first to serve up cautionary tales of fraternization with colleagues, has always been able to sense when your restraint against your partner was failing and give you a pep talk to reinforce your will to withstand his flirtations. This was an unusually softer response.

“He just…” You stop, not quite sure what you want to say. You take a deep breath and look at your boss. “We can’t be partners after this.” Dixon starts at your words, sitting up straight.

“That’s…” The older woman studies you for a moment before asking carefully, “Why not?”

You scoff in disbelief.

“How can you expect me to work with him now? To ever trust him again?” When Dixon says nothing, you push on. “He lied to me! He lied SO WELL...I never would have thought he was that good of a liar.” Dixon still doesn’t speak and you rise from your chair and start to pace. “He had me feeling so sure. Sooooo…..so, certain. He worked me REALLY good, Dixon, I gotta tell ya. ‘Sure, I’ll pretend she’s my wife! Maybe THEN I can get in her pants!’ He didn’t even have to work at it! Just let me keep thinking we were married and that we were SUPPOSED to….” you stop yourself from growling out the word “fuck” in front of your boss. You continue, your voice softer now, disbelieving. “He was SUCH a good liar, Dixon. He had me believe-”

“What? That you were married?” The older woman cut you off. “You can’t put that all on him. He was ordered to do that.” You were confused by her sudden defense of him and you stopped your pacing to stare at her. The older woman sat back in her chair and appraised you for a moment before continuing. “Peña debriefed with me every day. Shared probably more than he wanted to about what was happening. I’ll admit, yes, I was initially a little worried about the arrangement. But based on everything he told me, I never thought…” a flash of concern crossed her eyes and she looked at you hard. “I only ever got his side of the story, of course. So, let me just make sure we’re clear, that I’m understanding you correctly: Are you telling me that Peña took advantage of you in this situation?” She waited.

You sat back down heavily in your chair, considering what she was asking you, thinking back over every interaction you had had with Javi since you’d come home from the hospital. Your first day back when he’d found you sobbing in your closet and gently tucked you in bed to rest. The awkward run in after your shower, when he had intentionally turned away from you. The walks around the neighborhood everyday, through the markets, the mundane routines of cooking a meal or watching tv together, reading reports or the paper. His reliable presence sleeping on your couch every night until that thunderstorm when you had been struck by nightmares (now you knew they were memories) and how he had held you so tightly and securely as you’d cried, then how he’d held you in his arms every night following as you drifted off to sleep. You were distantly aware that Dixon was still talking and you tuned back in.

“...because if that’s the case I will ruin him. He will never work again, not if I have anything to say about it. If he lied to me about the situation…”

“No.” You stop her rant, holding up a hand. “It...it wasn’t like that, Dixon. He didn’t. He didn’t take advantage of me. That’s not what I’m saying. It’s just... It wasn’t…."

Wasn’t...what?

It wasn’t real?

Was that why you were so upset? Yes, the sudden return of your memories of a traumatic event had shaken you, but why were you so upset with Javier Peña? He had done what he’d been ordered to do: pretend to be your husband.

You thought back to those most charged and intimate moments between the two of you. From the get-go after your hospital release, he’d been careful not to touch you until you had made it clear it was ok. He hadn’t said a word when he’d seen you in your towel. And, now that you were reflecting on it, all of the intimate moments had been initiated by you. The shower, the early mornings lying next to him in bed, the heavy making out on the couch.

Your mind suddenly reeled to the conversations you had had with him: about your wedding, when you’d asked about wanting kids, the book of poetry you’d found with the pictures in his office. The drunken argument you’d had with him the night before.

“I promise you: It’s all gonna make sense when things are back to how they were….I haven’t lied to you once this whole time. Not once...please, please know I’m doing this because...because I love you.”

Is that why you felt like you could cry at the thought of you facing your partner ever again? Because a small cracked part inside of you had felt complete at the idea of being married to Javier Peña? And now, that had ended up not being true. As your anger and fear from the initial shock of your recovered memories fell away, you were now just left with an aching sadness that something that had felt so real and so right… had actually ended up being nothing at all.

It had felt so real. So true. You had believed him. About all of it.

Javier stared at the ceiling of his apartment, watching the shadows crawl inch by inch towards morning. He had been laying here on his couch for hours, trying to decide if he should give up on sleep and go into work or if he should march downstairs and bang on her door and demand that she talk to him.

He heaved another heavy sigh and threw his arm across his eyes, begging whatever higher power might be listening to put him out of his misery and let him sleep away this nightmare situation for just a little while.

He thought the soft knocking on his door was his imagination at first. Then he heard it again and he bolted upright. His stomach clenched when he saw her through the peephole and he threw the door open, forgetting about his disheveled state of appearance until she swept an appraising eye up and down: shirtless, barefoot, jeans wrinkled and baggy, belt unbuckled hair sticking up in every direction and eyes red-rimmed from smoke and sleeplessness.

“Hey,” He croaked, his voice betraying the relaxed demeanor he hoped to convey. He was so surprised that she was standing in front of him that he forgot to invite her in, and after several moments of saying nothing, she breezed past him through the partially opened door, forcing him to step backwards out of her way and nearly falling over a box of his things that he’d dropped inside the door after hauling it back upstairs.

She hovered in his hallway for a moment or two, staring into the shadows of his apartment, then turned to face him. She held up a wadded ball of something: one of his shirts. The pink one that she’d always given him so much grief about but that he’d found her clutching in the closet that first day back from the hospital. She tossed the shirt into one of the overfilled boxes behind him and then crossed her arms over her chest. The hallway was dark and, like the rest of his apartment, he couldn’t see her face clearly; he moved to turn on a light but her voice stopped him before he made it to the light switch.

“Was any of it real?”

He didn’t ask her to clarify or ask what she meant. He knew what she meant and to pretend otherwise would have only insulted her and made her angrier with him.

“Yes.” It was all he could trust himself to say.

“Which parts?”

She had him. This was the chance he had been afraid he would never get this morning, when he’d been terrified of losing her. She was giving him this moment, this chance to tell her the truth. To tell her how he felt.

But he was a coward. He felt those cowardly claws reach up from inside of him and pull his resolve and courage back down beneath the darkness of himself, of his self-loathing and the hatred he had for who he had become. His gaze flicked away from her, he put a hand on his hip and ran his other through his hair nonchalantly and he shrugged.

“I dunno, it was just…” She took an aggressive step forward into his personal space, causing him to straighten and jolt at her sudden closeness.

“Which parts?” She asked again, more forcefully this time. Her eyes glittered in the shadows and he could see them searching his face, and he found it was easier to look at her here, in the half darkness. He felt a small shred of courage still burning deep within himself and he dove towards it.

“I...I didn’t lie to you. I never told you a lie. Not once. I made sure….I made sure I didn’t ever actually speak a lie to you.” He saw her roll her eyes and he pressed forward while he still had the will to speak. “I know, I know. Omission and all of that. I know. And you’re right. But I didn’t lie to you. And I’m sorry for…” he took a deep breath. He knew this part was important. He needed to get it right. “I’m sorry about the way I...made you feel. About...ya know,” he waved his hand in the space between the two of them. “I didn’t mean for you to feel like I didn’t want to be with you. I know that hurt you. That’s not…” He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “I didn’t want you to hate me when this was all over. I…” He felt his stomach turn watery. “I wanted to…” He looked at her then, his eyes burning into hers for a moment. “I wanted to.” He said again, making sure she knew what he meant. “But I knew you’d never forgive when you got your memory back if I let that happen. And, I’m sorry...this morning...I know it was too close...I just thought…”

When she pressed her warm lips to his, he almost fell backwards over the boxes again, but he was in an instant grateful that she had stopped any further words from stammering out of his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her in part to steady himself but also to pull her the final small distance into him. When she pulled her lips away, he didn’t let go of her and she didn’t make an attempt to move away from the warm embrace of his arms.

“You told me there wasn’t anyone else.” Her warm eyes looked up at him, her lips hovering mere centimeters from his.

“There isn’t.”

“I saw you this morning...with her.” Javi let his forehead fall against hers and he sighed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...I didn’t want for that to happen. I was...I don’t want to sound like a pervert or anything but...I was still thinking about you when she showed up and…” He stopped talking, knowing there was absolutely nothing he could say to excuse himself. “I’m sorry.” He repeated it more softly this time, leaving an opening at the end of the two little words; allowing room for her to take control of what happened next.

They stood like that for several long moments in the dark, her hands linked around his neck, his arms firmly snaked around her waist, palms flat on her back, foreheads resting together, sharing one another’s breath. Then, ever so softly and so timidly he almost didn’t recognize it as her voice, could barely hear her:

“Did you mean it?”

Again he knew better than to act like he didn’t know what she was talking about. He nodded his head against her, holding his breath. She pulled back to look him in directly in the eyes, asking him more loudly this time, seeking the words.

“Did you?”

He had to say it. If he didn’t he would lose her forever, he knew it for certain. She would leave his apartment and never look back.

“Yes.” He had never found a single word so difficult to say. He saw a flash of frustration in her eyes.

“Javi…”

“I love you.”

There.

There it was.

The truth. That was real.

He panicked in the moments that came after, feeling every instinct inside of him screaming to run away. But her gaze and her soft breath on his face and the way her hands softly danced through the short hairs on the back of his neck kept him rooted in place.

Her lips lifted in a small smile.

“Yeah?” she breathed. He couldn’t help but return a small smile.

“Yeah.”

He wasn’t sure if she pulled him to her or if she leaned into him, but her lips were on his again, this time her tongue seeking entrance which he gladly and desperately granted. He pulled her tighter against him, letting a soft moan escape from deep inside him as their tongues tasted each other hungrily. He had never thought something could feel as good as the sensation of her fingers in his hair, tugging gently.

He took his cue from her and when her lips left his and began to travel along his jaw, around his ear, down his neck, he began to let his hands roam her around her hips, kneading handfuls of her backside in his grip. She pressed her full weight into him as he grasped her and the backs of his legs knocked into the boxes again on the floor behind him; he stumbled and they both nearly went crashing to the floor. Instead they did a sharp half-lean, half-fall into the hallway wall, both of them laughing like teenagers but still refusing to break their kiss. Eventually, Javi pulled away with great effort and steadied them both before sliding his hands along the backs of her thighs and patting, signaling her to hop and wrap her arms around his waist, which she happily did. He was surprised to feel a broad smile plastered over his face as he began to walk her towards his front door, peppering kisses along her neck and nibbling her ear.

“Wait!” She pulled away from his lips, looking at him quizzically at the sound of the door opening behind her. “Where the hell are we going?” He grinned up at her sweetly.

“Your apartment. Your bed is way fucking better than mine.” She threw her head back and laughed and he felt his own rumbling leave his own chest and bubble out of his mouth as he watched her face transform with delight amidst the moonlight and soft shadows. God she was so beautiful. She leaned down and kissed him again, fiercely.

He had to stop for a moment, leaning against the wall, the sheer force of her passion bleeding through her kiss into his soul and causing him to lose control of his very sense of self. He felt for a moment like he was floating and was unsure he would be able to support both of them. Then he felt her hands tangle in his hair again and it grounded him, brought his thoughts swimming back through the swirling haze of desire he felt for her. He dropped her to her feet, abruptly and she began to protest, but then squealed with surprise and delight when he immediately leaned into her and chucked her over one shoulder, both of them laughing as he tore down the stairs to her apartment.

Much later, after they had explored and tasted and taken one another several times over, Javi lay tangled in the sweaty bed sheets, perfectly content to live out the remainder of his life with his head nestled comfortable on her soft belly, his eyes drooping and sleepy from sex and utter contentment.

He listened to the sound of her steady breathing and revelled in the gentle rise and fall of his own head as air filled her body and then left it again gently, raising his head slowly and releasing it back down with each breath she took. It reminded him of when he was a boy, going fishing with his dad on the lake in the cold early mornings when the waters were just waking up; the waves lapping the side of the boat and creating a steady up...down...up...down... The memory was peaceful and relaxing, just as this moment with her was now. He would throw himself into the ocean that was her for the rest of his life if she would have him, he thought.

He felt her hand move across her stomach and touch the top of his head. He glanced up at her and saw her gazing back at him with her own set of sleepy eyes. He stared at her for a long while, wanted to say something, wanted to say just the right thing....the perfect thing. The romantic thing.

But then he didn’t have to.

She carefully weaved her fingers through his hair, gave him a small smile, released a soft contented sigh, and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep, smile still dancing across her lips. He smiled, too and turned his face to press a soft kiss into her middle, just between her breasts, above where he could feel her heart beating steadily. Then he returned his head to his original spot and allowed himself to be lulled to sleep by the rhythm and motion of her breath.

Before he slipped down into the soft haze of sleep, his gaze fell upon the delicate white petals edged in pink of plumeria.

They were standing in a vase of water on the table next to the bed. She had put them there at some point after he had brought them to her as a peace offering...was that only the night before? He had felt like he had lived two lifetimes with her these last 24 hours. When they had reached her apartment, time had slowed as they had discovered one another; each time he had spilled himself inside of her or she had cried his name as she came apart around him he had whispered to her once more:

“I love you.”

He had never felt anything like it before, being with her, saying those words. It was passionate and sexy and powerful.

It was real.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, taking in the scent of her, the scent of them, mingled with the soft scent of the flowers that stood watch over them as they slept.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

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falling to our demise - cloud_wanderer

Summary: Mo Xuanyu should have never gotten the chance to meet Prince Hua, Nie Huaisang, much less fall in love with him. Seven years after entering the prince's manor as his fourth mistress, he commits suicide, much to the despair of Nie Huaisang. Desperate for any chance to see his beloved again, Nie Huaisang finds a way to go back in time to keep Mo Xuanyu from ever being hurt in the first place.

tw for no happy ending, mentions of suicide and self-harm (but no graphic depictions)

Chapter 1: Sometimes Love Brings You Flowers

Mo Xuanyu was not “engaged,” even if that’s one some people would say. Many others would argue adamantly against it. He himself also knew that “engagement” was far to proper a word for what he had with his beloved, the younger brother of the current Emperor, Prince Hua Nie Huaisang.

If it weren’t for how dearly the Emperor cared for said brother, even something as tentative as this so-called “engagement” wouldn’t have seen the light of day. Nie Huaisang was the Prince Hua, a refined and charismatic gentleman. Any woman would fall for him, as many already had. Even since the prince promised his heart to poor Mo Xuanyu, who couldn’t even be given the honor of carrying his father’s name, he had brought three other women into his manor. Not a betrayal to their love, he would assure. They were all carried out for political reasons which Mo Xuanyu couldn’t understand.

But despite this, and despite their ages and ranks and basically the entire world seeming against them, it had happened… tentatively. Because the Empero did spoil his brother that much, and Mo Xuanyu knew firsthand how persuasive Nie Huaisang could be.

He remembered when Nie Huaisang had first come to tell him the news, weeks before anything official could even be decided, and still a year before Mo Xuanyu would even be of the age to entertain the idea of marriage. He had come through the window, with the most charming smile decorating those lips of his. He had layed next to Mo Xuanyu and kissed his cheek and mumbled a thousand promises with only them and the moon as witness.

It was not an “engagement,” but Mo Xuanyu believed in Nie Huaisang’s luck, if he didn’t believe in his own.

Which he did not in the slightest, not after growing up in the Jin Manor surrounded by dozens of his recognized half-brothers and half-sisters, each bearing the name Jin and a vermillion mark between their brows.

While Nie Huaisang may have been concubine-born, he was still beloved by the late Emperor and the current one, and his standing could not be marred by his birth. Mo Xuanyu, on the other hand, wasn’t even that. Didn’t have that. The best he had was his mother, who loved him, and maybe some of his half-siblings who at the very least didn’t beat him up. He was the son of a servant, worth less than even the lowest ranking Jin in the household.

What more need be said of how they were clearly of two different worlds? That they had even come to meet, any respectable Jin would say, was an embarrassment to the entire clan. Mo Xuanyu could remember the ladies of the family gossipping when he was younger, and speaking of how they would marry the second prince, among other nobility. Vaguely, he remembered one of the elder ones being suggested as Nie Huaisang’s legal spouse, however the offer had been refused.

And if they refused the fourth lady, why would they accept little Mo Xuanyu? It was only common sense!

But Nie Huaisang didn’t tend to live by common sense. He was willful and creative, he wasn’t hard-working or strong like the other young masters that everyone admired, he was effortless in his beauty, and ruthless in his heart.

Ruthless? No, that wasn’t quite right, Mo Xuanyu thought. Not the Nie Huaisang that he knew. Effortless? Beautiful? Creative? All resounding “yes”s, but ruthless? Surely not the man who’s eyes sparkled when they landed on this useless servant’s son. Surely not the man who spoke to him as if he mattered. Surely not the man who held him like he deserved to be protected. Surely they were mistaken…?

Nevertheless, Mo Xuanyu, too, could not resist his charm, beauty, and kindness. How could anyone? he thought.

A year passed, and Mo Xuanyu came of age. For the first time in his life, his father looked at him. Not fondly. Not even with mild interest. But he looked at Mo Xuanyu.

A wedding date was set. It was an auspicious day, even if the wedding was to be a quiet one, without all the bells and whistles that would be afforded to a wedding of the prince’s legal wife. For the first time, his family spoke to him as if they cared. They didn’t, he knew. Even if he was just being used to garner more power for the Jin family, even if those well-wishes were all fake, Mo Xuanyu couldn’t help but feel something. It wasn’t happiness, per se--not if happiness was like what he felt when Nie Huaisang kissed the back of his hand, smiling up at him with a mischievous grin--but it was something outside of despair, so it was good.

He bid goodbye to his mother, the only person he was sad to leave. He had asked Nie Huaisang before if she could come too, or at least leave the Jins after he was no longer there to look after her. He had promised he would try his best, and his best was always something incredible, Mo Xuanyu thought, so she would at least be safe.

For the entire ride to Nie Huaisang’s residence, Mo Xuanyu couldn’t contain himself. He picked at the dead skin on his fingers, grinning madly. He just couldn’t believe that this was truly happening.

Everything in his vision was red, from the carriage to his clothes to every single decoration on the hall where he was finally let out. He stumbled ungracefully out of the carriage, dizziness and excitement making his legs feel weak. The remaining steps he took as confidently as he could. This was a good thing in his life, he thought. Things will be better from here on out.

He may have been naive, but his optimism would not be so easily snuffed. Nie Huaisang was as beautiful dressed in red as Mo Xuanyu had imagined, and his words were as sweet. For that day, Mo Xuanyu felt like falling in love all over again.

Life in Prince Hua’s manor was an adjustment for sure, but not one Mo Xuanyu was wholly unprepared for. Besides, the ever-innattentive Nie Huaisang was more than ready to spend long days at his beloved’s side, doing no more than admiring the gardens or painting in the study. For ensuing months, Mo Xuanyu could describe himself as content with this life, if not happy.

What Mo Xuanyu didn’t realize was how much Nie Huaisang was helping him with, and protecting him from. When his trip to visit his brother lasted much longer than expected, he was forced to leave Mo Xuanyu alone for another two nights. When he returned, he found his beloved bedridden. Every doctor he called saying they could only wait it out.

Wait it out they did, and Mo Xuanyu recovered rather quickly. Although still weak, he spent several long nights after that assuring his husband that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. He had just caught a cold, was all.

Nie Huaisang gave him a skeptical look, but it was quickly replaced by a sweet smile and sad eyes, whispers of how much he had worried, and how much he loved Mo Xuanyu.

Mo Xuanyu could only sigh. This Prince Hua. He really was more soft-hearted than anyone seemed to know.

It wasn’t for several more months that Mo Xuanyu fell ill again, in the height of winter as snow made travel impossible. To call for another doctor was fruitless, while the cold weather made Mo Xuanyu’s recovery achingly slow. The whole time, Nie Huaisang all but refused to leave his side. The only reason he didn’t refuse, was that no one dared ask.

This was the instance that finally tore off the rose-coloured veil that had covered Mo Xuanyu’s eyes since his wedding. When he finally returned to full health at the onset of spring, he was no longer oblivious to the reality of his new life.

If it weren’t for Nie Huaisang’s favor, he wouldn’t have survived this long in a world like this. He wouldn’t let his lover know his struggle, of course, but the smile that had been glued to his lips since he’d first come to this place started to fade in his absence.

Life-threatening situations became more and more common for Mo Xuanyu, more and more frequent. He could no longer pretend it wasn’t deliberate. He could see the anger in his beloved’s eyes now, as he knelt beside Mo Xuanyu’s bed. After he reassured Nie Huaisang with a million soft words and layed down to rest, he would stay awake to hear the distant yelling and scolding.

He couldn’t pretend it didn’t exist anymore.

If it weren’t for Nie Huaisang’s favor, Mo Xuanyu finally began to realize, he wouldn’t be hanging on to the last threads of his life right now.

When Mo Xuanyu recovered once again, Nie Huaisang wanted to stay by his side. He probably thought it was the only way to protect him, and once upon a time, Mo Xuanyu would have thought the same.

It wasn’t easy. But Mo Xuanyu started to avoid Nie Huaisang whenever possible. It was made easier when he was called away to see his brother, each time returning in a fouler and fouler mood. He stopped visiting Mo Xuanyu’s rooms every single night, leaving him to shiver through the cold, sleepless hours alone. It was better this way, he told himself, but he was starting to believe it less and less.

Nie Huaisang’s smiles became noticeably strained, his hands shaking when they painted together and his eyes wandering when they sat out in the gardens. Mo Xuanyu couldn’t say he was faring much better.

How was it that they both wanted to be with each other, and yet they still couldn’t achieve it? What kind of romance was that? A sham, Mo Xuanyu thought. His whole life was a sham.

The promises Nie Huaisang had made many, many years ago rang through his ears in the dead of night. Promises of romance and forever, and a million sweet nothings of young love. How foolish Mo Xuanyu must have been to believe it. No matter how much Nie Huaisang may or may not have meant it, it was never going to happen. It was too good to be true.

Mo Xuanyu managed a while without falling sick again, but the damage had already been done. He no longer had any illusions about his place here. When the news came that his mother had died, he didn’t even know how to grieve properly.

It was seven years after his marriage that the Emperor decreed Prince Hua would marry some princess or noble lady from another kingdom. By then, Mo Xuanyu couldn’t even catch the name.

That night, Mo Xuanyu was found dead in his room, not even a note left behind.

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