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jiminrings · 3 years

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Can I request a drabble, hobi is kinda like a band singer and Y/N is like his old time friend and they like had a falling out bc he got super successful but years after they're like together again? IS IT TOO SPECIFIC UHM :")

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pairing: hoseok x y/n

wordcount: 4k

glimpse: hobi’s kind of an asshole and is vERY much emotionally repressed, y/n’s serotonin is dependent on wearing bridesmaid gowns, the dwindling one-sided pining anD the everlasting question of where the fuck was hoseok when you needed him :D // gif is from pinterest!

notes: this drabble really hits close to home and tysm for the request babe!! even if i’m a month late yeesh :O

you can’t believe yourself either when you say it

but holy shit — weddings are definitely your thing!

there’s something about the union of marriage that gets your head into overdrive but in a gOOD way

there’s just something so pulling about last-minute changes and family drama and awkward trips to the restroom that make your mind mHMMMM THIS IS IT CHIEF

yea granted that not every wedding you go and participate in isn’t exactly straight out of a rom-com

lmao sometimes it’s so obvious that the bride doesn’T love the groom but hey!!! who’s keeping tabs :D

you love wedding environments so much that here you are, two years out of uni and a couple of gigs later — couples are LITERALLY fighting over you

heh not to brag but uh

you weren’t recognized as best wedding planner for two years in a row and have your face in multiple covers of bridal magazines and such

time magazine recognized you as one of the most influential people in the scene last year but hey !!!!! no big deal lads

“i am asking you for just one minute, y/n!! stop being a wedding planner and start being my maid of honor!!”

nayeon exasperates and tugs you by your sleeve, having already noticed your second nature of taking charge the moment you entered the hall

after all, this is just cake tasting! that’s why she’s brought her maid of honor to help her out, nOT immediately go fishing for a clipboard

“well if the planner you hired wasn’t so sloppy-...” it’s a fact! he relies too much on his tablet and doesn’t even have any paper with him, and even if he’s already using a tablet, he doesn’t even use different colors to mark out!

apparently nayeon can’t handle the truth because she’s stamping her hand to your mouth that’s already a frown, about to suffocate you if only you didn’t bite it

>:|

y/n - 1 | jisoo’s hand - 0

you’re just a lil bit cranky alright

the last wedding you’ve catered to was just three days ago, and well you’re thankful for your job!!! really!!! bc not everyone is as booked as you nor sought-for

but there’s something about her wedding that puts you off :((

she’s very kindly yet firmly told you that no, you would absolutely not be her wedding planner and coordinator

“b-but i-“

“i want you to relax! and it’s-...”

“we said-“

“we said when we were kids that we’d plan each other’s wedding, but we didn’t swear on it! and i want you to-...”

“y-you told-“

“i told you that we didn’t have a wedding planner yet so you’d intentionally clear your schedule for me! and here we are-...”

“i’ll cry-“

“aww you big baby, save it for the wedding! i told you, just relax, m’kay? let yoongi handle the planning, and you do the unwinding.”

goddamn yoongi

yoongi who’s a wedding planner in his sPARE time could fuck right off

you don’t care if he’s very persuasive and firm and happened to book nayeon’s wedding even it was peak season :((

you don’t wanna admit it, but being a wedding planner has basically been your personality trait for the past years and it’s hard to cope when your job is to not.... plan and worry

anyways besides that

you’re a little iffy because nayeon’s wedding is your wake-up call

you’ve been planning weddings.... but uh when the FUCK is yours

u are so tempted to put a sock over your head and just yell gIVE ME A RING!!! PUT IT IN THE BAG

unfortunately, you don’t even have someone in your life to readily propose to you

you would have had someone, actually —

if only hoseok didn’t wake up one day and decide to remove you from his life

if only your childhood friend didn’t suddenly decide that you’re not worthy of his attention and time!!!

god he thinks he’s a bigshot

and well yea ok he IS a bigshot

who doesn’t know jung hoseok at this point :((

you’ve always figured that he’d be successful at whatever path he chooses and for a moment, you feel sorry for him that he’s stuck in such a state of mundaneness

he’s stuck between home and school and since he has no choice — you

your each other’s day one!!! the moment your mom went home from the hospital, her first instinct was to knock on hoseok’s mom’s door and then iMMEDIATELY present you to her

the two of them are absolute best friends and why not make our babies the same way ya know????

the two of you were apparently so close as babies that when one was crying, the other would comfort

and you weren’t even a year old then????

you’ve shared cribs and milk bottles and clothes and everything in between with hobi

so why is it that when you’re just almost at the peak of your life with graduation, he just suddenly decides to drop you?

he’s suddenly too cool for you as if he hasn’t spent countless nights crying on your shoulder for any inconveniece that gets brought up

he can’t even meet your eyes :(((

that’s why graduation is the blandest and emptiest day you could recall

hoseok is over there with his bandmates looking the absolute hAPPIEST and you’re there by the corner.,.,. alone by yourself feeling like your cap has the words dropped by jung hoseok :D all over it

he’s at his peak and at the top of his life performing and touring, whenever and wherever

he’s happy

but without you in it :(

the irrational (and probably rational) part in your head is beyond infuriated at him because atleast offer an explanation!!! if you did wrong at one point, then he should tell you!!!

not suddenly pretend that you were nEVER in his life

even his mom feels guilty and ashamed over his son’s actions so she orders flowers from the shop signed underneath your company, then send it back to you

for awhile she tried to pretend that it was hoseok but no :((( that man will physically convulse if he doesn’t add (atleast) three hearts after his name

you hate him so much that you still religiously visit his instagram and wonder if he could see your likes despite a couple other million liking the same posts

you hate him so much that he’s number one on every single thing in your spotify wrapped

you hate him sO much that you wonder who’s behind the songs his band plays and how you’d wish that you’d be the one he’s writing about

“is the cake that... perfect?”

nayeon gently places a hand on your shoulder to which you flinch and she backs off because christ i’m nOT taking the cake away from you!!!

oh my god why are you tearing up

“yeah, yeah! it’s so good. you should try it nayeon!” you’re scrambling to scrape up your plate, almost shoving the fork into her mouth as she squeals with the sudden attack

yoongi has ???? hovering around his head but this is nOT about you my man

he sneaks a look to the bride’s plate and uh-huh... yup..... she has the same moist chocolate fudge cake with coffee ganache on her alright

the topic of hoseok that you bring up to yourself, one that no one knows (not even nayeon!!!), is just something that never seems to vacate your mind fully

it’s been two years and you’re still so touchy and you dON’T KNOW WHY

he probably doesn’t even think about you when he’s drunk and bored

“this champagne must be so... nice?”

nayeon thinks out loud as you’re once again crying into doing your maid of honor duties

she’s a lil worried if she’s being honest but you always whisk her away when she’s about to ask

like right now :D

“are you-...”

“i just can’t believe you’re getting married!! wow, you’re so cool. with the love of your life. then the two of you could be cool together after the wedding. you aren’t gonna forget me once you’re married, are you? nayeon do you think that i would ever be married-...”

you should just accept it now :((

you’re a little bit of a mess and a half underneath your pantsuits and walkie-talkies and the special pride you’d carry whenever the couple mentions you in their wedding speeches

absolutely WHY in the hell do you think about hoseok when it comes to weddings???

it’s almost a pavlovian response when you instruct the people to open the doors and the bride to start walking and your mind would iNSTANTLY think about him

it’s sometimes awkward when the couple would ask ah !!!! ms. y/n u are such a world-renowned wedding planner !!!! your own wedding must’ve been magnificent :D

aha actually about dat.,.,

you get tons of gifts of gratitude from just a single client alone and you don’t have hoseok and his stupidly powerful arms to help carry boxes back to your car

you don’t have him to give untouched and left-over flowers to

you don’t have him to remind you when you’re getting a little ahead of yourself over just talking to sponsors and trying to squeeze in as much as you could for an initial budge

you don’t have hoseok, in all his glory, to put his hand on the small of your back when you’re talking to how you need the fireworks to start the moment the band starts playing ice ice baby and the vendor does nOT need to know why it’s the song chosen by the couple

it’s what he’d do when you’re trying to fit two semesters’ worth of notes into a pricey A3 notebook that you’ve bought

and just how many weddings do you plan and coordinate, even within just a span of two week?

a lot.

often.

you think about hoseok a lot. often. oftenly a lot.

but aha nOT TODAY!!!

today��s nayeon’s wedding and you’re not gonna ruin it for her by projecting your yearning into your best friend’s wedding that clearly isn’t yours

10/10 she’d probably stop reciting her vows to ask you why you’re sniffling

your only source of distraction is your gown!!!

your maid of honor is the absolute pRETTIEST and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel gorgeous in it

it’s floor-length silk!!! fLOOR-LENGTH !! SILK !! GOWN

it’s in a deep mauve with an off-shoulder situation and a little risqué bit of cleavage!!! cinches right at the top of your waist and poofs a little and oh my god mayhaps you aRE pretty

god hoseok may have not written you a song, but sean kingston dEFINITELY did

nayeon knew you’d be catching everyone’s attention as much as her wedding dress would and she’s absolutely happy and fine with it!!

in fact she’s strategically practiced her throws for her bouquet so you’d catch it and your gown would nOt go to waste

having a wedding happen right where you are, but being in it as a guest instead of a planner, is just so much... calmer

you’re not fixing the chaos but you’re just watching it!!! if you feel a little more bubbly then you’re gonna partake in it hee-hee

yoongi’s actually not so bad

he could just be a little too lax which ends up with him being lost and distraught

you could see so much of you in him when you were just starting out and it’s endearing actually

(( nayeon’s told you in passing that she once told yoongi that you were her best friend and he looked both intimidated and awed at the same time ))

the only thing you help yoongi with is sending him a thumbs-up every now and then and he perks uP because that’s the signal that he’s doing a good job and not fucking up

nayeon looks so beautiful and you’re already tearing up fixing her veil :((

you know how wedding photographers and videographers LOVE people crying???? they r probably eating your shit up so quick that you won’t be surprised if you take up atleast half of the same-day edit of their wedding film

there’s something so serene about the hecticness everyone’s indulged themselves in

you’re grinning when you walk down the aisle because you realize that omg you haven’t doNE this in a long time!!!

the last time you did was testing out the aisle for a client that wanted it ala crazy rich asians and you had to walk back and forth cOLD-ASS water with damp rolled-up pant cuffs before they got the temperature and the levels right

nah you should definitely know how it’d be because after all :D you aRE the consultant for that scene in crazy rich asians :D no biggie :D

it’s such a serene blast to see everyone happy and in their element

you’re sitting the reception out bc yoongi very kindly pleaded to please give him notes and promising that he’d never tell it to anyone else

the whole planning process for nayeon and not oNCE did he bring a notebook..,., but he just hAPPENS to have one when you’re telling him how to say no to your client

“listen, you have to tell them in the sincerest way possible, that you tried everything. it gets them going when you tell them that you even pleaded with the vendors, but don’t go too low on your knees, alright? and then after that, you say a strict no. no, because their choice of flowers is absolutely sHIT for their tie-dye theme they’re so adamant about!”

yoongi has never listened so intently

not even when his roommate lists out their grocery checklist

“mhmm. and if they still push, should i give them an ultimatum? or tell them about a wedding that totally happened that did exactly what they were planning, and how much the guests hated it?”

okay nOW he’s talking

“what you do is...”

the buzz of the reception never really dies down because it’s barely even starting!! the couple’s still finishing up on their pictorial which gives everyone time to get to the venue and freshen up or get last-minute gifts lmao

you know that it’s starting when the band or the dj starts doing polished mic checks

mic check! one, two, three! sKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRA

no, no

there’s something definitely wrong

the rolling and the lull of routine words just seem so familiar

mic check! J-A-Y! H-O-P-E! J-HOPE! jung-...

fucking

gOD

that’s hoseok.

that is most dEFINITELY hoseok

you turn your back to see the stage set-up and god...... fuck

it’s someone you haven’t seen in the flesh for two years yet spent the years of your life with before that

he looks sickening in his black mandarin-collared suit with thick white lining on it wITH his hair styled up and parted to the site

it’s even more sickening for you because you don’t actually know if you can mANAGE to be here

you’re standing up abruptly and yoongi squawks at that because he is the furthesT thing from being finished about asking how to make the guests arrive on time without holding a field trip assembly-like type of line with the megaphone

the fastest way out was dashing through the front part and you must have forgotten that hoseok has a knack for catching things with his perfectly good eyesight

“y/n?”

ok what now

he mumbles your name to the mic, his eyebrows furrowing as his eyes trail the speed-walking speck of mauve from in front of him

his little question to himself must have gotten people more than curious

they’re already mORE than curious because it’s his goddamn band that’s playing!!!! and the fees are not cheap and it’s practically impossible to book them!!!

but jungkook, their drummer, was a close friend of the groom’s and alright.,.,. okay maybe we CAN play at weddings now

ok hoseok’s mind is probably just playing tricks on him and he should finish setting up before the lights dim again for what they insist is the 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓻

but then he can’t help but look oNE last time

then he sees the watch he’s gifted you on his wrist — one that he was supposed to give you at graduation but later made his mom give it to you instead and not say that it was from him

...

....

whew he might need his inhaler for this one and he doesn’t even hAVE asthma

oh my god what the hELL is hoseok doing here????

you haven’t seen him for two years, and the moment you do, it’s in your best friend’s wedding with no date present??

you’re clearly panicking and the only form of caffeine you’ve gotten is the pre-game of getting a few bites from the coffee ganache in nayeon’s wedding cake that she was munching on while getting her makeup done

you know what!! it’s fine

it’s totally fine :D

hoseok is just hoseok and you’re not gonna be intimated by the man you’ve been loving in the sidelines from practically your whole life :D

it’s not a big deal!

besides, people are looking for you bc you’re supposed to give the opening toast to welcome nayeon and her groom in

you’re walking, you’re talking, aaaaaaaand-

yeah this is not nOT a big deal

you’re crumbling from the inside out because seeing hoseok is just too painful after two years of wondering where you could’ve went wrong and what could’ve happened if the two of you didn’t fall out

you feel especially bitter when hoseok starts singing their famous song about love and everything in between

everyone’s sWOONING and on their feet and you’re literally just there vibrating with how furious you are

you keep downing the good champagne as iF it’s gonna get you drunk

yoongi has a clue that the server must be a little dizzy having to go and back forth to your table so he just offers his portion to you

you’re so goddamn busy and absorbed with loathing him that you don’t even turn your back to notice that his eyes keep flickering to you

even at the cheesiest lyric, hobi expects that you’d atleast LOOK at him for that one but nOOOO your champagne flute and the blondie beside you is just much more interesting

you’re buzzing with anger that you aren’t enjoying this reception At All

you fail to even recognize that nayeon’s intentionally had your favorite food to be served!!! and you have an extra portion delivered to your table!!!

you just want your suffering to eND wow absolutely how much longer could this go

you’re so busy with cussing the whole ordeal in your head that you didn’t even notice how the band isn’t playing anymore and instead everyone’s swooning over the cake

it’s lost in you that hoseok’s shooed yoongi from his chair, sitting right beside you and even scooting closer until his knees bump to your own

and that’s when it sinks in

hobi doesn’t even have time to tell you how beautiful you look because you’ve gone straight to seething him

“for the record, i want you to know that i hate you.”

...

okay hoseok didn’t expect that

for all he knows, the two of you even vOWED to never say the h word even if it’s meant jokingly!!

it’s a lethal word and the two of you collectively agreed to never play with it in regards to saying to one another

but well here you are

you’re saying it as if you’ve never been more sure of anything in your whole life

you feel actually relieved to say it to him right to his face, a miniscule weight lifted from your shoulders while your arms are crossed just by looking at him

hoseok does you one better with a timid chuckle, looking down on his rings that he’s fiddling with nervously

“yeah. i hate me too.”

.... oh

you’re perplexed at his reply so much so that you’re speechless

you’ve been keeping to yourself what you should say to him the moment you see him for two years and now that he agrees to what you’ve just said.,.,.,

oh fuck that

“i hate you so much, hoseok! i don’t even know what i did wrong and i asked even your own mother what’s wrong with me! did you know that you are, without a doubt, so fucking selfish???”

you exclaim as quietly as you could but that doesn’t stop people from glancing because the two most-known people in the room, besides the bride and groom, are having what seems to be an... intimate conversation with how close the two of you are??

“did you even try once to consider how painful it was for me to wonder why i just am the way that i am? or is that even too big of an inconveniece for you to think about because you’re so busy?”

“did you suddenly get too big for me, huh?” you ask straightly without malice, not even thinking about the double meaning because clearly, you’re too PRESSED lightly jabbing your finger to his chest

right he deserves that

hoseok’s fucked up big-time, that much he knows

his eyes are actually stinging right now and he would ask you for your handkerchief that you used to always carry for him but uH he thinks he doesn’t deserve any of that

“why couldn’t you just tell me what was in your mind? you know that nothing would change whatever it was that-”

“i love you, okay?”

hoseok interrupts you with his mumble before he sets his eyes down once again on your watch

you’re speechless for long this time

“..... w-what?”

okay maybe he fucked up even more

“listen i-...”

“if you love me, a single text wouldn’t have hurt, hobi!!”

your chest doesn’t hurt anymore but it iS constricting with the amount of emotions and scenarios you’re trying to process

he’s kinda lost because oh my god you aren’t mAD anymore!!

and you don’t look fazed that he just declared his love for you

“i dropped you because i-i — i don’t want the people i love seeing me fuck up, y’know? i finished uni for the sake of it, and i didn’t even know if the band thing would work out!!”

“but baby it dID work out!!!!”

jesus christ hoseok may be a fucking iDIOT

you’re shaking him by the shoulders and he actually has to stand up so he wouldn’t fall by your ministrations

you feel so happy because your processing was just about to be finished, equal parts relieved and happy and maybe a tiny bit confused still

“it did work out because look at you now!! hobi, you could’ve just called me and i would’ve accepted the call before it even rings!!” you’re happily frustrated with him that you push him until the two of you are in the dance floor, his mouth curving up both in disbelief and giddiness

“i didn’t because i thought-...”

he’s interrupted by a swift and tight hug to his middle, his arms moving on their own to envelope you in his warmth

the top of your head still smells the same :D

his purpose is lost before he gathers his bearings once again, freezing in his stance before weakly attempting to push you off

“... you were married.”

the harsh sQUINT of your eyes you’re giving him prompt him to explain

why is he so nervous

“i-i go to your instagram? and well you uh, you posted this pic of you in the middle of the aisle???? you had your back turned and your silhouette’s seen then you were holding a bouquet!!! then after that, i-i never opened your account. jesus christ, is your husband here with you, y/n? what am i supposed to-...”

the realization’s starting to sink into hoseok because it’s something he’s shoved to the back of his head and now he’s seeing it straight-on

you’re throwing your head back laughing at him :D

great

now he’s both heartbroken AND a fool

there’s a gentle kiss on his cheek, one he didn’t expect and one he doesn’t hate

“i’m a wedding planner.”

god now this is just so fucking funny

the two of you fell out and remained distanced because of just a series of unprecedented miscommunications!!!

the whole thing is so ridiculous that it actually feels light and relieving to talk about

“you’re.... a wedding planner,” he mumbles once again for confirmation, his loose arms around your waist now tightening

oh my god

hoseok starts chuckling to himself out of delight, turning to full-on cackles with you at how much the two of you have just been beside each other like parallel lines

“i need to make up the past two years to you.”

he declares seriously as a promise, pressing a tender wet kiss to your cheek that gets you giggling

“only if you write me a song,” you do him one better, kissing him on the corner of his mouth

“don’t you know that most of them are about you? anyways, you should plan our wedding once it happens,” he’s forward with his words, having waited long enough that he nuzzles his nose to yours

you’re gonna do him one even better

you’re gonna go right for the kill, the truth spilling out of you before you kiss him longingly, for the first time that it feels that it’s been something you’ve always yearned for

“don’t you know that you’re in my mind for every single one?”

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prettyboyjackhughes · 3 years

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-Little Crosby- |D. Cozens| [Part 7]

Part 7! Sadly, Ava and Dylan’s story will only have one more part but I can’t thank you guys enough for the love and support this story has gotten! I know @prettyboycozens and I have loved getting to write this and getting to hear from everyone supporting it!. So thank you for everything! Enjoy!!

A little over 6 hours later, we’ve made it into the delivery room. Dylan stands by my head while Dad is off to the side. I wasn’t planning on having him in the delivery room but as soon as they announced that it was time, I panicked and asked for Dad to be in there with me. He was leaning up against the wall, away from the action but within my eyesight, giving me comfort. He seemed pretty calm, but then again, Dad is really good at hiding his emotions. Dylan on the other hand, won’t stop pacing, muttering to himself and running his hands through his hair. Every once in a while, he comes back to my side and checks on me. But when the doctor comes into the room and tells us it’s time to push and that our baby boy should be here within the next few hours, Dylan freaks. He starts pacing even faster and the muttering he was doing before, turns into random yelling.

“Dylan you’re yelling and it’s not helping anything so please just shut up!” I say, biting my lip through more contractions.

“I’m never letting you have sex with me again.” I groan as the contractions get worse. He flips around, his eyes trained on me in a panicked stare.

“But I want more kids!” He says, rushing to my side. I shake my head and look over at him, trying to hide my annoyance.

“No! Your stupid dick got to have it’s fun once and that’s enough.” I grumble as the doctor comes into the room.

“Hey I’d be okay with that!” Dad says, injecting himself into the conversation for the first time in a few hours. Dylan flips around, trying very hard to not glare at Dad.

“Mr. Crosby, Mr. Cozens, if you can’t calm down, I’m going to have to ask both of you to leave.” The doctor says, crossing her arms and looking between the two of them. It takes everything in me not to lose my mind on the two of them.

“If you both don’t cut it out, I will kick you both out and have this baby by myself!” I say, glaring at them both. Dad nods and Dylan’s head lowers. He keeps his mouth shut and comes to stand by my head, taking my hand.

“Alright, Ms. Crosby. It’s time to start pushing. Are you ready?” Dylan’s grip on my hand tightens and he looks down at me. He smiles and for the first time in a few hours, I don’t feel like biting his head off.

“Let’s do this, Doc.” I say, biting my lip and smiling at Dylan.

“Alright, let’s bring baby boy Cozens into the world.”

A little over 2 hours later, I’m watching Dylan cradle our baby boy in his arms, tears streaming down his face. The sight of the two of them tugs at my heart and I let a few tears slip out.

“He’s perfect.” Dylan whispers, coming over to sit on the hospital bed next to me. The delivery went smoothly and within the hour, Dylan and I had our baby boy.

“He is. Honey, we need to talk about a name.” I say, watching him as he traces his thumb down the side of the baby’s face.

“We have our list don’t we? We can pick one off of there.” He says, one arm holding the baby close to him and the other wrapped around me.

“Yeah. What about Wesley? Wesley Blake? And we can call him Wes?” I ask, unable to keep my eyes off of Dylan and my baby.

“I like it. Wesley Blake. And then the last name…” Dylan asks, his voice trailing off.

“I want his last name to be Cozens. It’ll be easier since you’ll have the last name Cozens one day too.” Dylan says, looking over at me. The tears in my eyes well up again and I nod, not able to say anything.

“Hey while we’re on the subject of last names, I need you to start wearing this.” Dylan says, shifting Wes into my arms and pulling out a ring. I sit up a little straighter, my mouth falling open.

“Wait...what?” I say, trying to fight the tears threatening to rush out.

“I’m saying that I’m going to marry you one day. This is me proposing.” He watches me with eyes that pull me in and make me feel so loved.

“I already talked to your dad and your uncles. They’ve all given their permission. And I-I kinda figured you would wanna get married, especially with Wes now.” I smile and ghost my hand over his cheek, gently pulling him towards me and kissing him softly. And as we pull away, I glance towards the door of our room and see Dad standing there, looking through the window. He’s got a huge grin on his face and his eyes are red.

“We don’t have to get married right away but I like the idea of knowing I’m gonna marry you one day.” Dylan says, slipping the ring on my finger. I smile, laying my head on his shoulder as both of us look at Wes nestled in my arms.

“Hey Sweetheart, Dylan. Did you guys decide on a name?” Dad asks, coming into the room. I nod, smiling up at Dad.

“Yep, we did. Daddy, meet Wesley Blake Cozens.” I say, handing him off to Dad. He takes him, cradling him to his chest and smiling.

“Baby, he’s perfect. Congratulations.” I smile, menatally taking a picture of Dad with Wes.

“From what I heard, there’s some people in the waiting room who would love to meet you, little guy.” Dad whispers, obviously choked up. Dylan gets up and heads to the waiting room to start letting people come in and see the baby. He knows that Carter and Kirby would probably want to be the first ones in, since Wes is their godchild, so when they rush into the room, excited grins on their faces, I smile.

“Oh my gosh! He’s so cute!” Carter squeals, rushing over to Dad and taking Wes from him.

“Seriously Carter, I can’t even keep my grandson for more than 5 minutes? You gotta take him too?” Dad teases, hugging Carter to his side, confirming that he was just teasing.

“Don’t get any ideas, Carter.” Kirby says, looking down at her and Wes.

“I don’t have any ideas! At least not yet.” Kirby rolls his eyes and laughs. Dylan comes back from the lobby, all 3 of my uncles and their families tailing not far behind. All the aunts join Carter and coo over Wes. Taylor comes through the door, rushing over to hug me then joining the rest of the ladies. Dad and the uncles are standing off to the side, watching what is going on in the room.

“Hey Dyl? Your family is here.” I say, nudging him and pointing towards the door. He gets up, going to meet them and takes his parents over to meet their first grandchild.

“You know, we did a pretty good job with her.” I hear Dad say, over the voices filling the room.

“We did. She turned out alright.” Marc says, smiling and nodding. I smile and sit up to hug Dylan’s mom.

“Sweetheart, he’s beautiful. Congratulations.” Dylan’s brothers are hovering around Kirby who now is holding Wes.

“Wait so this means Ava’s stuck with us now right?” Luke asks, looking up at Dylan and then over at me.

“That’s the plan, yeah. What do you think about that, Luke?” Dylan asks, slinging his arm over his brother’s shoulder and looking down at Wes who Luke is holding now.

“I’d like her to stay around. She’s pretty and nice.” I smile, laying back against the pillows behind me.

As much as I love having everyone there for the birth of our son, it’s a little crowded in our room right now. And I wouldn’t mind it just being Dylan and I with Wes right now. But there’s plenty of time for that later.

Thankfully, everyone’s started to settle back out in the waiting room , taking over the chairs and couch. Carter and Kirby stayed in the room with us, watching all my nieces and nephews race up and down the hallway outside our room.

“Hey, you doing okay?” Dylan asks, sitting down on the bed next to me.

“I’ve never been happier. I’m exhausted but very happy.” I say, leaning against his shoulder and smiling.

“I like seeing you this happy. I love our little family. I love you, Ava Grace.” Dylan says, leaning over and kissing me softly. And after our cute little moment, suddenly Jack and Alex are wandering into the room, causing my eyebrows to shoot up.

“Dylan! Ava!” Jack calls excitedly.

“Hey Jack, Alex. What are you doing here?” Dylan asks, standing up and taking Wes from his brother.

“We wanted to come see the baby. Coley’s down in the gift shop.” Alex says, moving to stand next to Dylan and looking down at Wes.

“So this is your baby? What’s his name?” Jack asks, looking curiously at Wes.

“Wesley Blake Cozens. I’m still very confused why you’re here.” Jack shrugs and looks over at me.

“Hey congrats by the way, Ava. He’s a cute kid. Can I hold him?” He asks, turning back to Dylan. Dylan looks at me, a questioning look on his face and I nod.

“Jack so help me if you drop my child, I will get out of this hospital bed and strangle you.” I say, glaring at him as Cole walks into the room. He’s carrying a giant teddy bear and balloons.

“Baby Cozens!” Cole says, setting the bear and balloons down and moving to stand next to Jack.

“Awe cute baby!” Cole says, looking up at Dylan and I.

“The bear and balloons are for him. From all 3 of us. His name is Wesley, by the way.” Jack says, looking over at Cole. The 3 hockey boys spend a couple hours with us, passing Wes around and talking hockey. It makes me smile knowing how loved our baby boy is, just from everyone who has come to visit and see him, along with Dylan and I.

The rest of the evening, visitors, family and friends, doctors and nurses are in and out of our room. By the time visiting hours are over and everyone has headed home, Dylan and I are exhausted and Wes is sound asleep in his bassinet. Our room is also starting to fill up with gifts from people I don’t even know.

“We’re gonna need at least two cars to get all this stuff home.” Dylan says, yawning and looking at all the things piled up around the room.

“I don’t even know who half the stuff is from. Do we really need all of it?” I ask, sitting up and making sure Wes is okay in the bassinet next to my bed.

“What else are we going to do with it? We can leave some of it at your dad’s house so we have stuff for Wes there and then some at my parents’ house since we’ll be both places a lot. Maybe have Carter and Kirby take some to their apartment since we’ll go there too?” I nod, laying back against the pillows and looking up at him.

“I know I’ve been saying it a lot lately but I love you so much Ava. You and Wes are my entire world now.” Dylan says, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on top of my head. I snuggle into his chest and sigh.

“You’re stuck with me now. My plan worked.” I say, giggling a little as he looks down at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Your plan?” He asks.

“My plan to trap you. You’re the dad of my baby so now you’re stuck with me.” He laughs and I smile.

“I’m okay with being stuck with you for the rest of my life.” Dylan says, somehow hugging me closer.

“Well good because you’re gonna be stuck with me and my crazy family forever.” He smiles and kisses my forehead. And as my body finally gets to rest from the most chaotic 24 hours of my life, I realize how happy and at peace I feel. If you would’ve asked me two years ago where I saw myself in 2 years, I would’ve said in college for nursing. Never would I have dreamed that I would be this in love with the cute boy from the Leafs game, have had a kid with him and still somehow going to school to be a nurse. This is nothing like the future I had planned but I would never want anything to change.

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hailhydra920 · 3 years

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A Chance Protector Pt. 1

Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve x reader

Summary: Moving to a small town to get away from your ex-husband, you find that love can come to even the most troubled of hearts.

Warnings: None

Part 1

“Mommy, I have to use the bathroom.” Your little six-year-old girl, Dawn, said from the back seat. “And I’m hungry.”

“I’m hungry too!” Your four-year-old boy, Ronin, added. “Can we get cheese boogers?”

“Ew.” Dawn gagged. “It’s cheeseburgers, Ronin.”

“About an hour more, how about we stop at McDonald’s for lunch, then head to the new house? Sound good?” You asked as Dawn and Ronin cheered.

You parked at McDonald’s and rushed inside. Dawn having said she might explode if she didn’t get to the bathroom. You took Ronin inside the bathroom, telling him he should probably go too. After ordering your food, you guys picked a nice corner table, and began eating. Ronin got ketchup all over his hands and tried to wipe them on Dawn, which caused her whine and quickly scoot away from him.

“Ronin, be nice to your sister.” You scolded as you wiped his hands.

“Sorry, Mommy.” Ronin said before taking a sip of his apple juice, and then suddenly asking, “Do you think Daddy will break out of jail and find us again? I don’t want Daddy to hurt you again Mommy.”

You looked at Ronin whose face had now turned scared. You kissed his chubby cheek and hugged him. “He won’t find us. There’s no need to worry. You’re Daddy and I aren’t together anymore, so he doesn’t get to know where we go. Let’s just focus on happy things, okay guys?” You said hugging Dawn and Ronin.

“Okay, Mommy.” They both said before going back to eating.

~~~~~~~

Steve walked into Bucky’s shop, wiping sweat off of his brow. He saw his friend underneath a car, earbuds in, his foot bouncing with the beat. Smiling, Steve walked over and nudged Bucky’s foot. Feeling someone, Bucky rolled out from under the car, popped his earbuds from his ears, and wiped his greasy hands on a rag.

“Hey Steve. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I have your load of firewood. Where do you want me to put it?” Steve asked tightening his work gloves.

“Oh, yeah. Um, back of the shop is fine. I’ll help you unload, and we can catch up.” Bucky said following Steve to his truck.

“So, what do you think the new girl will be like. I hear she has two youngins.” Bucky said grabbing an armful of wood.

“Don’t know. We haven’t had anyone new in a while. This place isn’t even on the map. But ever since Mrs. Summers died, her house has just been a sad part of the community. It will be nice to have some new people bring joy to the house once again.”

“And maybe you can try something new and start dating again. Peggy would want that for you.” Bucky said grabbing Steve’s shoulder.

“I don’t know if I’m ready yet.” Steve refuted, stacking the heavy pieces of wood.

“It’s been three years since Peggy’s death. Everyone in town wants you to be happy. You can’t just drown yourself in work.”

“I’ll think about it.” Steve huffed as they stacked the last pieces. “But no promises.”

“Hey, she should be coming this afternoon. The whole town is doing a welcoming party. You’re coming, right?” Bucky asked grabbing his wrench.

“Uh, I guess.”

“Great. See ya there, pal.” Bucky said before popping back in his earbuds and rolling underneath the car again.

Steve hopped in his red truck and sighed as he looked in the rearview mirror.

“I better go get cleaned up. Don’t wanna scare the town’s new company.” Steve grumbled as he backed out of Bucky’s shop.

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Ronin and Dawn had there faces pressed up against their windows, drinking in the small town that they would be calling home. As you drove past a small candy store, Ronin and Dawn wiggled in their seats.

“Mommy, can we please go there? Pretty please?” They begged.

“Maybe after we’ve checked out the house and greeted the neighbors.” You said as you turned.

After a couple more minutes you saw your new house. It looked like it was newly painted and had a stack of firewood beside it. Once you parked, Ronin and Dawn were unbuckling and hopping out of the car.

“Look Mommy!” Ronin shouted. “We have a big yard! Maybe we can get a puppy!”

You laughed. “Maybe. Let’s check out the inside.”

You unlocked the door, and Ronin and Dawn rushed inside, their tiny eyes trying to take in everything.

“Wow! This is much bigger than our old house.” Dawn said in awe. “Are we really going to live here?”

“Yup. I’ve gotta grab some boxes from the car, so you guys explore.” You said walking to your car with a smile.

~~~~~~~.

Rumbling down the road, Steve whistled an old tune as he drove toward Sam’s house. He had borrowed one of Sam’s ties on Sunday and was going to return it to him. As he was driving, he noticed a car parked at Mrs. Summer’s old house, and saw you grabbing boxes. Being the helpful man he was, he pulled into your driveway, and hopped out of his truck.

“Excuse me. Would you like some help?” He asked as he saw you struggling.

You looked at the man in front of you, his wind tossed blond hair, tight flannel shirt, and charming smile was enough to make your knees weak.

“Uh, yes, please.” You managed as he took the heavy boxes from you with ease.

You grabbed a lighter box and you both walked inside the house. You set the boxes on the floor by the couch, and Ronin and Dawn stared at Steve.

“Who’s he Mommy?” Ronin asked eyeing Steve carefully.

“Um…” You turned toward Steve and he smiled.

“I’m Steve. I live nearby, actually. Just down the road.” He said crouching to Ronin’s height. “And who might you be?”

“I’m Ronin. I’m the man of the house.” He said puffing out his chest.

“Wow.” Steve chuckled. “You must be what? 25?”

“I’m four.” Ronin laughed showing Steve with his chubby fingers.

“What? You’re so mature. I thought you were surely 25.”

You smiled at Steve’s interaction with Ronin. His father was never like this with Ronin. You were glad you had picked a nice town like this one. You watched as he started talking with Dawn, and how she started to giggle at something he said. Steve then stood up and stuck out his hand.

“Steve Rogers. I’m the town’s lumberjack, and occasional mechanic when I work with my buddy Bucky at his shop. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Y/n. Thank you for helping me with my stuff. I don’t suppose you were the one that stacked some firewood outside?” You said shaking his hand.

“Ah, yes. That would be me. Just a little welcoming gift.” He shrugged.

Before you could say anything more, a knock echoed through the house. You excused yourself from Steve and opened the door. A woman with beautiful red hair and nice smile greeted you at the door.

“Hi, I’m Natasha. I brought some cookies.” She said shaking the plate she held.

“Oh, thank you. I’m Y/n. Please, come in.” You said opening the door wider.

She stepped inside and her eyes landed on Steve. She sent a smirk Steve’s way, and Steve pretended he didn’t notice.

“I see you’ve already met Steve.” She said setting the cookies on the table.

“Uh, yeah. He helped me carry some of our stuff inside.” You said as Ronin and Dawn rushed toward the table.

“COOKIES!!” They said as the reached for the plate.

“Only one right now.” You said as they nodded. “And what do you say.”

“Thank you!” They said before shoving the cookie in their mouths.

Steve chuckled and saw Nat giving him a knowing glance. Nat turned back to you and smiled.

“We’re having a welcoming party for you guys at 2 at the community center. Just a little welcome to the community. It’ll be fun.”

“Oh, thank you. We’re not used to such hospitality.”

“Well, I best be going. Gotta make sure my husband, Clint, isn’t burning down the house trying to make Ramen. See you at the party.” Nat said as you thanked her again for the cookies and the visit.

Once she left, Steve tugged on his flannel shirt. “I should probably get going too. Uh, welcome to the community.”

“Thank you once again for carrying the boxes, and being so kind to my children.”

“Don’t mention it.” He said with a smile before exiting the house.

He walked back to his truck and ran a hand through his hair. You were not what he expected at all.

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saeransangel · 4 years

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Keep Breathing

Derek Morgan x Reader

Request: Hello! Can you do a request for Morgan where the reader and him are married and the reader is 9 months pregnant and she decides to bring lunch for the team and while they are all eating and laughing her water breaks (Shes been having contractions all day but she thought they were just braxton hicks) and they have to deliver the baby there? Can you have Morgan and even the team be really encouraging and supportive?

**I really wanna post this now, I’ll re-read in the morning and edit (:

Being married to Derek Morgan was a gift within it’s self, but one of the many amazing things about being his wife was that you were apart of his family. Yes, his family that was his blood, but his work family as well. When you were first introduced to the BAU team, you were nervous as hell. He told you they were profilers and you wanted to make sure you made a great first impression. But it was no surprise that they loved you just as much as Derek did. You loved them all so much. They were like your second family. In fact, you made it part of your routine to bring them all lunch every Friday. You would bring everything from takeout, to home made baked goods. They loved it, and it made you feel like you belonged with them.

Today was no different. You brought in a tub of cookies you made this morning, along with some takeout food from a family owned restaurant near you and Morgan’s apartment.

“Y/N!” Emily greeted you at the door to the conference room. She grabbed one of the takeout bags from your arms and helped you bring it over to the table. You thanked her and started to arrange the food on the table so everyone could help themselves. “So,” she mused, “how’s the baby doing?”

You glanced down at your swollen stomach and placed a loving hand on your bump. “Well, I’m ready to see her.” You laughed. This pregnancy was exhausting to say the least. But you knew it would all be worth it when you finally get to see your sweet baby’s face.

“I’m sure.” Emily laughed. A small knock was heard on the door. You looked over and saw JJ beaming at you, Spencer behind her.

“Hey!” She exclaimed. JJ gave you a gentle hug, careful not to squish you and your belly. You and JJ were always extremely close. She was a mom herself, so you spent a lot of time with her whether it was shopping for the nursery or her giving you and Derek advice for the tiring months of having a newborn.

You hugged her back and gave her shoulders a squeeze. “How’ve you been, J?” you asked.

“I’m great, but how are you? You look like you’re ready to pop any second.” She knew you were due any day now, and she was just as excited as you were. You playfully shoved her.

“I don’t look that bad, do I?” you asked, half joking.

Spencer joined in now, along with Emily and Rossi. You were all laughing and enjoying the food when Derek and Garcia walked in.

“Oh! You’re here, finally!” You exclaimed with a mouth full of food. You ran up to your husband and gave him a giant hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too baby.” He smiled, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Ohhhh, what did you bring today, mama?”

The room filled with all the BAU team members. You took a moment to admire your family. Your husband laughing with his coworkers, Emily teasing Reid about whatever nerdy fact he spit out today, Rossi and Aaron laughing about Jack’s new and improved soccer team. You smiled at the sight of them all. You were so excited for your baby to be loved by this team.

Suddenly you felt a tug in your stomach, followed by a trickle of warm water running down your leg. Did I just pee myself? You thought. This had never happened in all your nine months of pregnancy.

The sound of liquid dripping onto the floor could be heard. Spencer turned around first. He looked to you, then down at the ground, then back at you. His eyes widened. “Y/N, did your water just break?” He asked. It sounded like he already knew the answer. This got the attention of everyone in the room.

Derek gasped. “Woah...” He looked at you dumb-founded. You winced, grabbing your stomach. You’ve been having bad pains all day. You never put it together that you were probably in labor. You cried out in pain. “WOAH, OKAY!” He sounded panicked, but excited. He rushed to your side and sat you down in a chair.

As the contractions got worse, your breathing got heavier. “It’s gonna be okay.” Derek assured you. “We’re gonna get you to a hospital.”

“Morgan, I hate to break it to you but seeing as the nearest hospital is 45 minutes away, she’s gonna have to have the baby here.” JJ said firmly. “Unless you want to have the baby in the car.”

“Okay...okay.” He said as calmly as he could. He squeezed you hand comfortingly. “You’ve got this baby girl. You’re strong, I know you can do this.”

“I’m gonna be fine.” You smiled at his encouragements. You were really nervous to have this baby, and even more nervous to have it in front of all these people, but the baby was coming. You needed to do this now.

“I’ll call an ambulance.” Rossi stated. He and Hotch left the room, instructing the other agents that weren’t close with you to leave the bullpen and find another floor to occupy. The ones left in the room were, Derek, Spencer, Emily, JJ, and Garcia.

“I’ve never delivered a baby before guys,” Spencer laughed trying to lighten the mood. You laughed and winced in pain. You let out a scream.

“Okay, she’s definitely coming.” You sobbed. This was the most pain you’ve ever been in, but you kept reassuring yourself that it would be all worth it in the end. You just wished you were in a god damn hospital right now with pain killers.

Derek and Spencer lowered you to the ground. Once you were as comfortable as you could be, Emily spread your legs and got them in the right position. You felt so exposed and embarrassed, but none of your friends seemed to think it was a big deal. JJ and Emily, though they looked stressed, looked very excited for you. Derek was unsure of having the baby in the damn conference room, but he knew you’re strong. Spencer was the most shocked out of all of you, but he still mumbled encouraging words as you pushed and pushed.

Derek winced. He thought for a split second you may have broken his hand because of how hard you were squeezing. “Keep pushing Y/N!” He shouted over your screams.

“Derek,” You sobbed. “I can’t do this, I can’t, it hurts so bad.” You needed to go to a hospital. You needed to be properly cared for and not having a baby on the floor right now.

Your husband cupped your face. “Y/N, you’re the strongest woman I know, you’re gonna have to be strong for just a little longer.” He kissed your forehead and squeezed your hand. It was all going to be okay.

Finally. Your baby girl was here in this world. Towards the end of your birth, Rossi rushed into the room with the paramedics. You and the baby were rushed to the hospital to check you and the baby’s vitals.

Everyone met you at the hospital. Gasps and awh’s filled the room as the team walked in on you and Derek with your newborn, half of them carrying bags of presents with baby print designs on them.

Penelope helped you open all the presents, and when you say help, you mean she opened them all for you and showed you everything herself because you didn’t want to let go of your baby.

You were so grateful for everything you got, and you were immensely grateful for how supportive everyone was. “You guys,” You began. Everyone's attention turned from the baby to you. “Thank you all so much for helping me through today. I certainly didn’t think I’d be having my baby on the floor of the FBI conference room, but I don’t think I would have been able to do it with anyone else.” They all laughed and took their turns saying congratulations one last time before leaving you an your husband alone.

“She’s beautiful, just like her mother.” Derek beamed. You look up at him and kiss him longingly.

“She’s got her father’s eye’s, and his nose.” You were mesmerized by your beautiful creation. You shifted over and held your daughter out the Derek. Gently, he took a hold of her and rocked her back and forth in his arms. He was in love. A tear slipped down his face as he looked into her eyes.

You knew in that very moment that he would do anything for her. This was a new chapter in his life that he had been waiting to start and he finally got to start it. “I love you so much, Y/N. You’re going to be an amazing mother.” He whispered blissfully.

“I know you’re going to be an amazing father, Derek.” You smiled. “I can already tell she’s going to be a Daddy’s Girl.”

He laughed as he gazed into his daughters eyes. He took his finger and rubbed it along her tiny hand. He gasped excitedly when her small fingers wrapped around his pointer finger. “Oh my GOD! Did you see that?” He exclaimed. The sight of him being so happy brought you to tears. This was going to be a new leaf for the two of you.

You were so beyond happy to have had a child with the love of your life.

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sunmoonandeddie · 4 years

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and grace, my fears relieved

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2,623

summary: You meet someone new in the most unlikely of ways during the quarantine in New York City. A hospital isn’t the worst place to meet someone, right?

chapter warnings: swearing, both steve and the reader have covid-19, but neither die

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a/n: Let me know what you think!

The virus started out inconspicuously enough, with just a few cases here and there that everyone assumed would be quarantined and taken care of, but Steve was paranoid. How could he not be?

He’d been a sick kid. Real sick. And then when he was a teenager, he got some revolutionary kind of treatment for his heart and lungs and it was like his entire body had been kickstarted. He shot up a foot taller and gained over a hundred pounds.

He had the stretch marks to prove it.

Granted, he had to work a little to gain as much as he did. After the treatment, the weight gaining workouts and diet plans suddenly worked. He looked… normal. And then he buffed up. Real big.

It came in handy pretty often with his job. He had become a firefighter, and carrying people out of burning buildings was often part of the job.

Fires still happened in a quarantine. If anything, they happened more frequently because people were home and the number one cause of house fires was unattended cooking. A parent could be cooking any meal of the day and then their kid distracts them and boom. Fire.

So he worked overtime, day in and day out.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t scared. He was scared shitless.

It was like his ma used to say, back when she was alive, “Just because you’re scared doesn’t mean you run away. You fight back for what’s right.”

Sarah Rogers had been a lot smarter than people assumed. She was a former socialite, and an Irish Catholic one at that. Her parents had an absolute conniption when she’d fallen in love with a former convict. His dad had been in and out of jail for petty things.

It certainly hadn’t been her choice to fall in love with him. But she had told him that if he didn’t get his act together, she wasn’t going to be with him.

He’d straightened himself up and become an outstanding citizen.

But that hadn’t stopped her family from disowning her. Once she refused to break up with him, she was out. Out of their house, out of their wills, everything.

She went from wearing Valentino and Chanel to items picked out at Goodwill.

But Steve’s parents had loved him more than anything.

He’d become a firefighter just like his dad. He wanted to help people just like him, and well… That’s what he was doing now.

Or had been, until his throat had started to hurt. And when it hadn’t let up three days later, even after a plethora of cough drops and teas, he went to the hospital.

It had only been about a month since it really started and the first dozen cases showed up in New York City. He’d been cautious—overly cautious, some might say—but he still had to go to work. And who knows how many people he’d come into contact with that had the virus?

It was still early days. He was able to get the test, and for that, he was lucky.

But then he had to go home and wait.

And then he got the call. He had to immediately go back to the hospital to be quarantined. He’d been put in a hospital room that was usually used as a private room in the Emergency Room—a trauma room, they called it. Trauma Room 2.

All of their other hospital rooms were taken. It was a lot worse than anyone had let on.

He was there for about twenty minutes before you got there, clearly terrified and holding a duffel bag full of clothes so you wouldn’t just have to wear the scratchy ass hospital gowns.

He’d only thought to bring two different pairs of sweatpants and a few sweatshirts, as well as his usual pairs of jeans.

But he was quickly finding that those weren’t too comfortable to wear while being quarantined.

Maybe he’d be able to convince someone to run down to the hospital gift shop to grab him something to wear. Some Brooklyn Hospital sweats or something.

“Hey.”

He looked up from his tablet, looking for the source of the voice. God, he was so tired. And everything hurt. There was only so much that honey could do for his voice.

“Hey! Over here!” The voice broke off into a coughing fit, and it sounded nasty. Real nasty. The kind of coughing that hacks up a lung.

He gets up out of his bed with a grunt, feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. And not the big, strong shoulders he had no. The weak little skinny ones he had before. The ones where he could barely lift a gallon of milk in each hand without getting overworked.

You’re sitting on the ground, taking deep breaths as you try to catch your breath. “Hey,” you said with a weak smile. “You got any cough drops? I ran out and my nurse said she was gonna try to find me more two hours ago.”

There’s no medicine available to treat the virus. So they just treat the symptoms.

And there’s a severe shortage of cough medicine amongst the patients, but no one really mentioned that.

“Yeah,” he said as he walked over to his little bedside table. He opened the drawer, pushing the Bible left inside to the side and grabbing the cough drops. He grabbed four little individually wrapped pieces before dragging his feet back to the doorway.

He couldn’t lie, sitting down looked really nice right at that moment. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest just from walking that short distance. So he sunk to his knees and leaned back against the doorframe, on the opposite side that you were.

Even though he’d become a firefighter like his dad, he didn’t understand how he could have such a strong faith in God when things like this happened. Sitting across from you, seeing how tired and run down you looked, he wasn’t sure he believed at all. How could a God that claimed to be so benevolent and loving do this? Or at least not step in and do something to stop it?

“Did you bring the goods?” You asked with a bit of a laugh, before breaking off into a deep cough. “Fuck…”

“Me, too,” he said softly as he grabbed one of the cough drops and tossed it in your direction.

You groaned as it landed behind you, shooting him a glare. “Do I look like a basketball player to you?”

Steve let out a snort as he grabbed another one. “Okay, are you ready this time?” He asked, raising a single blonde brow.

“Oh, my god, yes. Please, just throw it,” you said, but there was a slight grin toying at the corner of your mouth.

“What’s the magic word?” He asked. This was, quite honestly, the most fun he’d had in ages.

You gave him a look that said you’d kill him if he didn’t give you a cough drop. “Give me a cough drop before I break down sobbing because it hurts so bad?” You deadpanned.

“Okay, okay. No need to get dramatic,” he said before he tossed another one. This one hit your forehead before falling into your lap.

“If you want dramatic, I can turn into a Disney princess right now,” you giggled. Your voice was weak, but it was hard to muster up the energy to talk sometimes. Actually, not even sometimes. Most times.

He watched you for a minute as you worked the wrapper of the cough drop off and popped it into your mouth. “I’m Steve. Steve Rogers.”

“Well, hello, Steve. Steve Rogers,” you said with a giggle, your words slightly distorted from the hard candy in your mouth. You gave him your name as he tossed you the other two cough drops.

It was nice to have someone to talk to. It had been four days since the two of you entered the hospital before you had called out to him. And yeah, he still had his phone. He texted and called Bucky everyday, but it wasn’t the same as having a face-to-face conversation.

It also kinda helped that you were really, really pretty, even when you were sick and exhausted.

In fact, he couldn’t remember anyone that he thought was as pretty as you.

“Stevie?” You said a week and a half later. It had gotten worse. So much worse. You had breathing tubes in, as well as an IV. His wasn’t as bad. He just required the IV.

Your nurses tried to get you to stay in your beds, but they soon gave up the fight, choosing instead to help the both of you move your chairs so you could talk to each other, separated by a hallway.

“Yeah, doll face?” Steve’s heart was hurting as he watched you with sad blue eyes. You were wrapped up in one of his hoodies, drowning in the fabric. He’d gotten Bucky to run by his apartment and grab him some more comfortable clothes, though he’d had to leave it with a doctor and wasn’t allowed to see him.

They couldn’t risk it. “They’re talking about a second wave,” you said as you wrapped your blanket tighter around you, pulling your knees up to your chest. “They wanna start opening things in late May… But it’s too early… I…” You swallowed thickly, your heart pounding against your rib cage. “I’m so scared, Stevie.”

“Hey…” There was nothing he wanted more than to be able to walk across the hall and take you into his arms. “Whatever happens, you’ve got me. You hear me? We’re in this together, okay? And we’re gonna make it. We’re gonna make it because we gotta.”

That night, he waited for the lights to go out and for the nurses to switch over to the night shift. A lot of the nurses weren’t as vigilant about taking care of them as the day shift, and he knew he could use that to his advantage.

He knew this was risky, but he had to do it.

Steve carefully got out of bed and dragged his monitor behind him, taking slow measured steps. He’d waited about an hour after rounds, knowing that they wouldn’t be coming for another three. It gave him plenty of time. He tiptoed across the hall after ensuring that the coast was clear, slipping into your room.

The room was bathed in a soft blue light coming from the open curtains, a billboard outside flashing. You looked so peaceful, finally asleep after tossing back and forth for hours. The blue tones glistened against your soft skin. You were so quiet that his eyes instinctively flickered over to the heart monitor, listening to the quiet beeping that reassured him that you were alive.

He wobbled the chair over to the side of your bed, being careful not to drag it so it didn’t squeak and alert a nurse or doctor. When it was finally in place, he sunk into it with a relieved sigh.

Your nose scrunched up at the faint noise.

“Dollface,” he whispered as he gently caressed your cheek, his heart pounding. This was the first time he’d ever gotten to touch you. This was the first time he’d been close enough to even attempt it.

Your eyes fluttered open, blinking sleepily at him. “Stevie?”

“Hey…,” he said softly as he traced the patterns of her face. “It’s me… Don’t worry…”

“What are you doing here?” You asked, her voice a hoarse whisper. “We’re supposed to be—”

“I know,” he said as he gently scratched your scalp. “But I’m worried… And you need me.”

You slowly relaxed back against your pillow as your eyes searched his face. He liked when you were soft like this.

Well, he liked you all the time, but still. He liked you most when you were sleepy and relaxed.

“How are you feeling?”

With a shrug, you let your eyes close again. “I don’t know… I’ve been better.” A sigh escaped your lips as you opened your eyes again, trying your best to not melt too far into him. You didn’t want to fall asleep when this was the first time you’d gotten to feel him near. “We’re lucky… Our cases aren’t as bad as what others are going through…”

That was true. Others were on respirators, going into comas. You two were lucky.

And he was so grateful for that.

“I was thinking…,” he murmured.

A snort. “That’s never good.”

He gave you a look, raising his brows. “Apparently people aren’t… completely better even after they’re cleared of the virus…,” he said. He was watching your face carefully for any sign of a reaction. “And I live alone. And you said you have roommates but two of them are considered essential workers, which means there’s a risk of you getting it again… And I was just thinking…”

“Yeah?...” You probed, sitting up a little.

“We’re gonna need someone to help us… without risking the others that we love, and I just…” He coughed to clear his throat, his cheeks red. “I was thinking maybe you could move in for a little while? Maybe until all this has passed? And we can… we can…”

Your eyes flickered over his face. “We can take care of each other?”

Steve nodded, swallowing around the lump that had formed in his throat. “Yeah. We can take care of each other… I’ll have your back and you’ll have mine. And maybe it’s quick, but... ”

Can’t you feel it? He wanted to ask. Can’t you feel this thing between us? This connection that was found and fostered in possibly the darkest time of this generation’s existence? This love that made me think that maybe there is a Grace in the world? Because otherwise, how the hell would I have been able to find you?

But he knew that was probably a lot, even if the feeling he had when he looked at her was a little bit more than like.

“But… you barely know me.”

“That’s not true,” he breathed out quietly, a finger running down your jaw. “I know about your family. I know your first pet’s name and where it’s buried. I know that you like white Christmas lights over rainbow because you like how it can look like snow if it’s done right.”

Tears were in your eyes, your cheeks flushed as you listened to him.

A smile crept up on his lips. “I know you like the citrus flavored cough drops, and you have to sleep with a blanket on, even if it’s eighty degrees outside. I know how much you love cheesy rom-coms and you can only watch horror movies at night because otherwise you’ll have nightmares.” His forehead rested against hers, your noses brushing. “I know you. And I wanna take care of you. When we get out of here, I don’t want to forget you. I want to spend my life with you. And maybe that’s too much too soon and more than a little cheesy, but—”

“Stevie…” You were the one who leaned in first and pressed your lips to his, the salty taste of your tears mixing in with your peppermint chapstick. “I’m not easy to take care of. I’m even more stubborn when I’m feeling helpless like I am now…”

“That’s okay,” he said as he pecked your lips again, letting it linger. The two of you knew that a nurse could come down the hall any second and catch you, but it didn’t matter. You were together and you were alive. “I don’t need easy. I just need you.”

#steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve x you #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve x y/n

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black-widowfics · 3 years

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My most used writing Prompts:

(There's a lot)

1. "I love you... baby"

2. "God, you're adorable"

3. "Hey, cutie"

4. "I promise to love you for the rest of my life"

5. "I don't care if you're sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it"

6. "You are so perfect"

7. "You're the best part of me"

8. "Stay here with me. Please?"

9. "I'm speechless you're so beautiful"

10. "Aww! You're adorable"

11. "So romantic"

12. "I'll love you until the end of the universe" "haven't we been there before?"

13. "Do you need a hug?"

14. "I love you, my dearest"

15. "Come here, I need to hug you"

16. "When everything's wrong, it's you that makes it right"

17. "You're the one"

18. "Have i ever pointed out how beautiful you are? " "Yes, all the time"

19. "I'm bored" " then why don't we do something more interesting?"

20. Forehead kisses

21. Hand kisses

22. "That tickles!" Kisses

23. Kisses that make them smile

24. Breathless kisses

25. Cheek kisses

26. Nose Kisses

27. "God, i love you" Kisses

28. Kisses that end with laughter

29. Never wanting to pull away kisses

30. Multiple face kisses

31. Big, long kisses

32. Long Awaited Kisses

34. "Finally, you guys kissed" Kisses

35. Goodbye kisses

36. Kisses accompanied by happy tears

37. Kisses accompanied by sad tears

38. Kisses that get interrupted

39. Kisses to distract them from winning

40. "Just woke up" Kisses

41. Excited Kisses

42. Long awaited kisses

43. "I missed you so much" kisses

44. Sneaking up behind them and surprising them kisses

45. Kisses to help them concentrate

46. Kisses as a reward(passed a hard exam, won a game, etc)

47. "No! No! No! Wake up! Please!"

48. "Please don't leave"

49. "... I love you"

50. "You killed someone, do you really think they'll still love you?!"

51. "They were my world, but now they're gone"

52. "I miss you so much, please come back"

53. "I know you're gone, but i feel you here"

54. "Tears are all I see without you"

55. "You're happy, with someone else. And that hurts"

56. "Just leave!"

57. "Promise me you'll live a great life, without me"

58. "I don't need you"

59. "The world is dull without you"

60. "I miss being in your arms"

61. "Get out of my life!"

62. "I don't love you anymore"

63. "Goodnight, i have always loved you "

65. "I may be dying, but please, don't cry over me"

67. "Thank you, for helping me live the greatest life i could"

68. "These tears will never stop falling"

69. "You were so perfect, but now you're gone"

70. "You were so perfect, but now you're moved on"

71. That's the way to break my heart"

72. "You're happy in someone else's arms "

73. "Take me back to the good old days "

74. Billions of people in the world, and I chose you, how stupid was that"

75. "I wish i didn't have to lose you"

76. "I wish you didn't have to lose me "

77. "I wish that could be me "

78. Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party.

79. Character A's best friend rigs the Secret Santa, because they know Character A has a crush on Character B.

80. Character A's ex will be at the A is attending. Character B poses as A's fiancée.

81. "Don't look at me, I was still dead at the time."

82. "....Aren't you a little young, to be here?"

83. Character A and Character B meet in the ER on Christmas Eve.

84. Character A can't wrap gifts to save their life. Character B is their neighbor and can help.

85. Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger. Character B is that stranger.

86. Character A and Character B both sign up for a Pen Pal project to exchange postcards.

87. Character A and Character B broke up, but now they meet at a _____ party.

88. Character A is stuck working in a coffee shop on Christmas and Character B is the lonely soul spending their whole day there.

89. Character A's little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for their birthday. Character B is called "birthday present".

90. Character A can't travel to see their family on Christmas, so they invite their grumpy loner neighbor Character B.

91. Character A and Character B compete in (some kind of) house decoration.

92. Character A bakes too many ______ so they share it with Character B.

93. It's Character A's first Christmas since a tragedy.

94. Character A returns to their birth-town for the holidays. Character B is their estranged childhood best friend.

95. Character A is pretending to be their friend's lover for the sake of the friend's family. Character B is said friend's sibling.

96. Character A loses a bet and has to wear_____ . Character B won the bet.

97. Character A owns a _____ store. Character B is looking for a present.

98. Character A doesn't feel the Christmas spirit but Character B, who lives above them, keeps playing Christmas carols really loud.

99. Character A overhears Character B's birthday wish and decides to fulfill it.

100. Character A was planning to leave dramatically after their confession but character B unhooked their batteries when A wasn't looking so I guess they have to talk about it now.

101. Your doomsday device didn't work but it did put me in the hospital so what are you doing in my room?

102. We've been roommates for seven years and we had a fight but you left me a note right after you moved out saying you were in love with me.

103. "If we get out of this mess you and I are going to have a serious talk about the appropriate time for emotional conversations."

104. "According to these screenshots I need to leave the country immediately."

105. Spontaneously confessed to crush while under the influence.

106. Tried to have a conversation with a cardboard cutout after surgery.

107. "That's it I'm never leaving my room again I can't live this one down."

108. Gave a brutally honest opinion and doesn't remember it.

109. "You said you had the best idea ever and then proceeded to write [extremely stupid thing] as a note to yourself."

110. "tried kissing once and it wasn't for us."

111. We make out at parties and clubs so other folks will leave us alone.

112. "Of course I'm in their lap where else am I going to sit?"

113. Their constantly orbiting around each other.

114. "just because YOUR friends aren't affectionate doesn't mean that there's a problem with US".

115. platonic cuddle puddle.

116. Not so platonic cuddle puddle.

117. "So what we go on friend dates, don't make it weird."

118. Always carries the other's favorite snacks.

119. "I thought I told you to stop calling me 'Your Majesty'."

120. "Lower you weapons!"

121. "I...I am not worthy of this crown."

122. "People are fighting– dying for their kingdom! What kind of Ruler would I be if I didn't join them at the front lines?"

123. "You know I am a prince/princess/royal, right?" "Well yes-" "Then do me a favor and stop telling me what to do."

124. "Since when do you know how to wield a sword?"

125. "Go! If this kingdom goes down, then I will go down with it as it's Ruler"

126. "All the fine silks and perfumes in the world won't mask what a pompous jerk you are."

127. "After all this time, you still don't trust me?"

128. "Get me out of this dress!"

129. "Why so serious, Your Highness?"

130. "How does a walk through the gardens sound?"

131. "I do believe I've proven that you are more than a mere guard to me, ______."

132. "This kingdom cannot go on without you! Please, it's time for you to take your rightful place at the throne."

133. "Your Majesty, is that blood on your dress?"

134. "Walk with me, please. I can't stand another second in that room with their intoxicating pride and old perfumes."

135. "At ease, _____, I know I'm safe with you by my side."

136. "I see we're back to 'Your Highness'. "

137. "A moment with you is far more exciting than a lifetime of cheap conversations and corsets."

138. "...is that my crown you're wearing?"

139. "Promise you'll come back to me." "As long as you promise to wait for me."

140. "Let go of me– that is an order!"

141. "Forgive me, my love."

142. "No, no, it looks far better on you than it does me."

143."This is the part where I kiss the extremely beautiful princess, right?"

144. "how could I ever love someone else?"

145. I'm dancing with my demons

146.I just can't imagine how you could be okay now that I'm gone

147. "I wanna fall wide awake"

148. "You tell me it's alright but its not!"

149. "Tell me I'm forgiven... please."

150. "Nobody can save me"

151. "I don't wanna let you down"

152. "Only I can save me"

153. "There's no getting through to you"

154. "You say I can't understand"

155. "When you leave me, where do you go?"

156. "I'm just talking to myself"

157. "Can't you hear me calling you home?"

158. "You keep running like the sky is falling"

159. "I've got a long way to go and a long memory."

160. "If my armor breaks I'll fuse it back together"

161. "Please just don't give up on me"

162. "I know the words we said"

163. "This is not black and white"

164. "I was not mad at you"

165. "If you ever felt invisible, I won't let you feel that now"

166. "You just wanna know you're being heard"

167. "I don't like my mind right now"

168. "There's comfort in the panic"

169. "I drive myself crazy"

170. "Why is everything so heavy?"

171." I'm pretty sure the world is out to get me"

172. "I know I'm not the center of the universe"

173. "I only halfway apologize"

174. "I'll be sorry for now"

175. "Sometimes things refuse to go the way we planned"

176. "There will be a day that you will understand"

177. "After a while you may forget"

178. "I never wanted to say goodbye"

179. "I've never been higher than I was that night"

180. "Now I remember"

181. "I don't know what I want"

182. "Were there signs I ignored?"

183. "Can I help you not to hurt anymore?"

184. "Who cares if one more light goes out in a sky of a million stars?" "I do"

185. "You're angry, and you should be"

186. "It's not fair"

187. "You're gonna hurt someone"

188. "Watch the friends you keep."

189. "Sharp edges have consequences"

190. "Every scar is a story I can tell"

191. "I loved you like a house of cards, and let it fall apart"

192. "It made me who I am"

193. "We all fall down"

194. "We live somehow"

195. "I can't live without you."

196. "You're the only one for me."

197. "I've never loved anyone the way I love you."

198. "The things you do to me..."

199. "You're too good to me."

200. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

201. "You're the most beautiful person I know."

202. "Stay with me... please."

203. "Nothing has ever felt so right."

204. "You don't know how much you do for me just by being there."

205. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

206. "No matter what anyone says, I'll cherish you forever."

207. "You make it so easy to love you."

208. "I want to hold you and never let go."

209. "Kiss me."

210. "My only wish is to see you happy."

211. "You make me a better person."

212. "I love you more than words can express."

213. "Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, I just wish you had kept yours to yourself."

214. "I don't know how to tell you this, but yelling at someone to, stop panicking, isn't going to stop them from panicking."

215. "It's not your fault. Sometimes you can do everything right, and things will still go wrong.... This just happened to be one of those times."

216. ".....I'm going to pretend I didn't see that."

217. "Why am I the one who always ends up getting targeted by the creep of the week?!"

218. "Fuck.... I knew I should have bought those light up sneakers."

219. "None of this, seems healthy."

220. "....Should I be concerned?"

221. "I said pass it to me, not 'throw it in my general direction'!"

222. "It is my deep pleasure, to inform you that I am not the one in charge here."

223. "Quick! You hide the equipment, I'll hide the grenades!"

224. "Should I call someone for you?"

225. "Did you take anything?"

226. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

227. "When was the last time you ate anything?"

228. "Can you walk?"

229. "How do you think this will all end?"

230. "Do you need an ambulance?"

231. "Where you crying?"

232. "Should someone help you get home?"

233. "Do you know where you are?"

234. "Can you tell me your name?"

235. "Where do you want me to take you to?"

236. "Do you need my help?"

237. "How do you feel now?"

238. "Can I do anything that would make it better?"

239. "Do you want my jacket?"

240. "Can you let me see your eyes?"

241. "Should I stay a bit longer?"

242. "Will you be alright?"

243. "Do you have someone who can look after you?”

244. “An interesting crossover”

#writing prompt #story prompt #bucky barnes x reader #infinity war #avengers #deadpool #marvel #quotes #sherlock #star wars

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rookie-ramsey · 4 years

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Baby Blues, Chapter 7 (Bryce X MC)

Description: Bryce and MC can handle just about anything. Hopefully, pregnancy and parenting fall into the “just about anything” category.

Preview: Bryce frowned and touched her arm. “Em? What is it?”

“I’m really dizzy…” Her knees went weak. Darkness started to fill the corners of her vision. Dropping their merchandise, Bryce caught her just as she stumbled forward.

Previous Chapter

Maybe Emily was mistaken, but the rest of her second trimester seemed to fly by.

“I’m gonna have to buy bigger socks and shoes. My ankles are starting to swell.” As they browsed Target for their weekly shopping adventure, she tossed a package of socks into their shopping cart. “And more maternity clothes. Nothing fits anymore.”

“If it’s any comfort, you look stunning in them.”

“Stunning, huh?” Emily grinned. “I feel reassured.”

“As you should.”

Laughing, she picked out some tops and pants, trying them on before they checked out of the store. In the next store, they perused the baby supplies.

“Check this out.” Bryce held up a box containing a baby carrier. “I can wear this on my chest and carry her around in it.”

Emily’s face softened as she imagined it. “That’s… so ridiculously cute that there should be a law against it. I’m serious. It’s illegally adorable.”

“Illegally adorable, huh? I never knew that was a thing.”

Emily shrugged. “You made it a thing.”

“I’m buying this. I can walk around showing our insanely cute kid off to everyone.” Bryce tucked the box under his arm and followed Emily to the clothes.

Emily browsed the clothes, unable to resist picking out some. “I know I buy something every time we leave the house, but… it’s so tempting, even if she won’t be here for a few months.”

“Hey, babies poop a lot and grow fast. She’ll need a lot of stuff.”

“I already know Sienna wants to plan a baby shower.” Emily picked up a package of tiny socks. “What we don’t buy, I can put on the registry she’s ordered me to make.”

As she reached for a package of pacifiers, a sudden wave of dizziness made her pause. Feeling light, she rested a hand on the shelf for support.

Bryce frowned and touched her arm. “Em? What is it?”

“I’m really dizzy…” Her knees went weak. Darkness started to fill the corners of her vision. Dropping their merchandise, Bryce caught her just as she stumbled forward.

“Emily!”

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A groggy trip to the hospital later, Emily winced and touched her head, feeling a dull ache.

“Hey.” Bryce squeezed her hand. “There you are. Do you remember the ride over here?”

“Somewhat. I mostly remember passing out in the middle of Target.”

“That’s accurate.” He nodded softly. “You almost made me wet my pants with fear, but everything’s okay. Your iron was really low.”

“Anemia.” She nodded slowly, smoothing a hand over her stomach. “The baby and I will both be fine with iron supplements and a good diet.”

“Mm hmm.” Bryce leaned over and kissed her gently. “Just don’t freak me out like that again.”

“Sorry.” Emily leaned into him. “What tests did they run?”

“A full workup to be safe. Everything else came back fine.”

“That’s good. It also means we can leave so we can enjoy the rest of our day off.”

“You need to eat something first. Then I’ll spring you out of here.”

Emily sighed, but her stomach rumbled hungrily. “Okay. Can you get me some soup and a salad?”

“Got it.” Bryce left the room, returning a few minutes later with her requested meal. When he set it on the tray, Emily sat up and started eating.

She sighed in relief as her headache began to fade. “I’m feeling better now.”

“Good.” Bryce smoothed her hair back. He waited until Emily finished her food, then helped her up. “Let’s get you out of here.” Together, they left the hospital. Instead of going back to the store, Bryce drove back to their apartment, where they curled up on the couch to work on their registry.

“Do you still want that chest carrier?”

“Hell yeah.” Bryce grinned. “I can’t not buy it.”

Chucking, Emily clicked on the item, adding it to their list. “I can’t wait to see you wear it.”

“I can’t wait to see me wear it, either.”

“Someone’s awake.” Feeling the now-familiar flutter, Emily took Bryce’s hand and settled it on her abdomen. “She’s kicking harder now.”

“I feel that.” Bryce gently rubbed her stomach, feeling another soft kick.

“What did I do to deserve the cutest boyfriend in the world?”

“Well, I have the world’s most gorgeous girlfriend. So there.” Bryce grinned. “I can’t miss a chance to one-up you.”

“You’re a goofball.” Emily buried her fingers in Bryce’s soft hair. “But you’re cute enough to get away with it, so it’s okay.”

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As fast as her first two trimesters soared, the third trimester slowed to a crawl.

“I’ve never seen so much stuff before,” Emily awed as she admired the pile of presents in her old apartment.

Sienna grinned. “Not everyone showed up, but almost everyone sent you something. I encouraged people to send things you really need, like diapers, but I’m sure you’ll have plenty of surprises. Your mom and I had a lot of fun planning this together.”

“We certainly did,” Allison confirmed. “It’s not every day I get to plan a shower for my first grandbaby.”

“I’m just excited to sink my teeth into one of those cupcakes.”

“Soon!” Sienna adding the finishing touches to the last cupcake. “Food’s ready! The mom gets to go first.”

“Yay.” Emily fixed a plate with the spread of finger foods and grabbed one of Sienna’s cupcakes. “I think the thing I miss most about living here is your baking.”

“What are we, chopped liver?” Elijah teased.

Bryce joined Emily on the couch. “I’ve gotta say, this is the first baby shower I’ve been to.”

Sienna shrugged. “All female baby showers are antiquated. I thought it would be more fun with all the residents.”

“It definitely is.”

“I’m just stunned that Ines convinced Zaid to come.” Emily couldn’t resist an amused smile as Ines instructed Zaid to set an oversized gift with the rest of the presents. The rest of their guests fixed their food, enjoying the snacks until Sienna started the games.

Emily arched a brow as her mom helped Sienna set up the first game. “Why do you two have so much baby food?”

“We’re going to use it for a game.” Allison smiled mischievously and handed her daughter a bowl containing slips of paper. “Everyone has to smell and taste and try to guess the flavors. You pick the first victim.”

“I feel dangerous.” Emily reached into the bowl and grabbed a slip of paper. She unfolded it and snickered. “First up… Zaid.”

Zaid’s face fell. “I knew I should have thought twice before putting my name on that paper.”

“Go on!” Grinning, Ines urged him toward the table at the front of the room. Sighing, Zaid eyed the baby food jars warily.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“You’re going to smell each baby food and even taste it if you can’t guess it. Write your answers down, then we’ll see who gets the most right. The winner gets a gift card to a restaurant of their choice.”

She handed Zaid a piece of paper, a pencil, and a handful of tongue depressors. “Use a clean tongue depressor for each food if you taste it.”

“Did these come from a supply closet?”

“Maybe.”

Trying to stifle a laugh, Emily drew the next few names. “You’re next, Bryce and Jackie. Get in line behind Zaid.”

Jackie nudged Bryce. “I bet you ten bucks you won’t take a big bite of each one.”

“Don’t underestimate me. You’re on.” To prove himself, Bryce scooped a generous portion of a smelly green food and tried not to wince as he swallowed it.

“Why in god’s name would you willingly eat this for twenty dollars?” Zaid cringed as he caught a whiff from a jar containing an orange food. “This smells like vomit.”

“A bet’s a bet.” Bryce jotted down his answer for the first jar, then dipped a clean tongue depressor into the orange jar that Zaid set down. He swallowed it and made a face. “Not as disgusting as the first.”

“Let’s change the bet.” Jackie smirked, sniffing the jar’s contents and writing her answer down. “Twenty bucks if you make it through without puking.”

“It’s still a deal. Wanna add anything, Dr. M?”

The senior resident shook his head. “I’d rather not puke today, thank you very much.”

“I’ll give you the twenty bucks I’m about to win from Jackie if you take one bite of this.” Bryce held up one of the orange jars.

“I value my intestines more than twenty dollars!” Rolling his eyes, Zaid sniffed the last jar and wrote his final answer down, handing the paper to Sienna. “Now that my nostrils are destroyed, I’m going to sit down.”

“Thanks for playing!” Sienna grinned and took Bryce and Jackie’s papers as well. Once everyone had played, she called out the answers. “Looks like Bryce wins!”

Bryce grinned. “Lucky me.” He returned to his seat on the couch next to Emily.

“Care to explain your expertise in identifying baby foods?”\

He shrugged. “I’m talented in many areas.”

For the next several minutes, they laughed at the ridiculous games their guests played. Finally, it was time to open presents. Emily excitedly rubbed her hands together and started opening, finding several cases of diapers, as well as outfits, a car seat from her mother, bibs, and pacifiers.

“That one’s from me.” Elijah grinned as Emily opened a bag containing a tiny pair of scrubs. “I thought they were too perfect to not buy.”

“They’re adorable!” Emily added them to the stack of clothes. The next present revealed an assortment of warm hats from Sienna, followed by an oversized stuffed elephant from Zaid and Ines. “This is gonna look great in the nursery!”

Ines grinned. “Believe it or not, Zaid picked it out.”

Zaid’s cheeks flushed as he tried to look anywhere else. “Uh… you’re welcome.”

“It’s perfect. You have good taste.” Emily set the elephant on the coffee table. By the time she finished opening everything, she was exhausted and ready for a nap. As the guests started to leave, Bryce helped Sienna and Allison clean up.

“Bryce, you don’t need to help. You’re a guest of honor, too,” Allison chastised.

“I like cleaning up party messes.” Bryce shrugged and filled a trash bag with paper plates.

Emily stretched and yawned. “Mom, Sienna, thanks for planning everything. I don’t know how we’re going to fit all of this stuff in the car, but I feel like we have enough to last for months.”

“Just wait until you see how many diapers babies go through.” Allison smirked. “I thought I would need to have a truckload delivered a week when you were a baby.”

“Mom,” Emily groaned. “I think the ridiculously huge box Ethan sent will tide us over for a while.”

“At least you won’t be making trips to the store at two in the morning.”

“Yeah. Little girl should be here in four to six weeks.” For a moment, she fell silent, blinking in surprise as she realized the closeness of her due date.

It wouldn’t be long now.

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Like I said; I don’t Like Hospitals

Chapter Seventeen

[Masterlist]

Summary: You help Misha while he’s going through a hard time. The two of you quickly become friends, but will it lead to something more in such trying circumstances?

Words: 1,840

Pairing: Misha/Reader

Warnings: A li’l smut. Like, just a smidge of smut.

A/N: I am so, so sorry for not updating this for so long. But not to fear! I am back, if slightly sporadically, and god it feels good to update this. I hope you guys haven’t forgotten about me (although, honestly, fair enough if you have).

-B

You wake with the sun – looking at the clock on the nightstand you see that it’s 6AM. Misha’s sprawled on his back beside you; one arm slung across his eyes, the other by his side.

You sigh contentedly and roll onto your side to watch the rise and fall of his chest, wondering how you got so lucky.

Ten minutes later you get up to use the bathroom, and then wander downstairs for breakfast.

Rebecca is already sitting at the kitchen table, cup of coffee cooling beside yesterday’s paper before her.

She looks up when you enter, “Ah, good morning Y/N.” She says, smiling.

“Morning.” You reply, padding past her to pour yourself some tea. “Did you sleep okay?”

“Fine, thank you.” She says, closing the newspaper.

“We’re lucky it’s this quiet,” You say, pausing to blow the steam from your mug. “Normally the kids are up by now, screaming the neighbourhood awake.” You smile fondly.

Rebecca chuckles, “Yes, I’ve experienced that before here. They can be very… Wild.” She says.

“But adorable.” You add.

“Of course.” She says, nodding vigorously. “It’s wonderful.” She says after a pause.

“What is?” You ask, coming over to sit across from her.

“The way you care for them.” She says; the intensity of her gaze somewhat petrifying. “You make a wonderful mother.” She adds.

You look away in shyness and a wave of awkwardness washes over you. You clear your throat. “Thank you.” You say, standing. “I should go and wake Misha.”

You walk away and catch a glimpse of her puzzled expression.

At lunch you’re sitting next to Misha outside of a café in the sunshine. Rebecca is distracting the kids by following them along the hedge, watching West point out the bugs that he finds.

Misha’s arm is around your shoulders as he watches in contentment through sunglasses.

“You look good in sunglasses.” You think out loud. “Except,” You say, removing them, “That I can’t see your beautiful eyes.”

Misha doesn’t hide his bemused smirk. “That was so cheesy.” He laughs.

You nod, “Cheesy but true.” You have now commandeered the sunglasses. “Hey do you want to try my milkshake? It’s really good.”

“Did you just compliment me to steal my sunglasses?” Misha asks, picking up your drink.

You shrug, “It wasn’t solely for that purpose – more two birds one stone.”

“And what was the other bird?” He asks, taking a sip of your strawberry milkshake.

“Oh,” You frown. “So you’d kiss me, of course.”

Misha chuckles, putting your drink back on the table and nodding. “That’s fair.” He shrugs. “But,” He takes the sunglasses off you and places them on the table. “If you’re wearing them then they get in the way.” He finally leans over and kisses you softly, smiling.

When he breaks away he just smiles softly and looks at you.

“What?” You ask.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“Speak for yourself.” You say.

“Mm,” He says, “Our genetics would make a supermodel.”

At that moment you’re both distracted by Rebecca calling, “West! No, that’s a poisonous berry – spit that out!”

“And I’ve got another convention soon; it’s all a bit hectic so we probably won’t be up for a while.” Misha says to his mother, glancing at her in the rear-view mirror. “Which reminds me, Y/N, do you wanna come? It’s in Pittsburgh. They can be really fun - and really stressful, but…”

“I’d love to,” You cut off his rambling. “What’s happening with the kids?” You ask, glancing at the back seat, where both West and Maison have passed out after their sugar rushes.

Misha shrugs, “I’m sure Paul would love to have them for a while.”

“Paul…?” You ask, wracking your brain.

“Uh, Vick’s dad.” He replies, shifting in his seat a little.

“Oh yeah, of course.” You say, “That sounds great, then.”

Misha smiles, “Awesome.”

You’re alone with Rebecca while Misha takes the kids shopping, when she sidles up to you surreptitiously.

“Hi…” You say, mildly alarmed.

“Since I’m leaving early tomorrow, should we do gifts tonight?” She asks, hushed.

You look around, then back at her. “You… You do realise Misha isn’t here right now, don’t you?” You ask.

She rolls her eyes and stands normally. “Spoilsport.” She sighs.

“Sorry,” You chuckle. “And yeah, we can give Misha his presents tonight.” You lean over, imitating Rebecca from a few moments ago. “What did you get him?” You ask conspiratorially.

She chuckles and bats you away. “I’m not telling you after you mock me!” She says, indignantly.

“Come on,” You encourage, following her as she walks to the other room.

“Just some things for the kitchen and an apron I made. What did you get him?” She answers.

“That sounds nice.” You say, nodding. “I painted him a li’l something, and got him a shirt.”

Rebecca nods, “He’s a lucky boy.” She chuckles.

That evening there’s a knock at the door and you open it to find Darius and his wife Lisa, along with their two kids.

“Hey guys,” You greet warmly. “Everyone’s in the kitchen, you can go on through.”

They smile and walk inside, Darius carrying a bottle of red wine.

You close the door and follow them through to where there’s soft music playing in the background and the chatter of greetings.

“That’s everyone,” You say. “Rebecca would you mind helping me serve the food?”

“Sure.” Rebecca says. “It’s so lovely to see you again Lisa – I’m looking forward to catching up.” You hear, before she follows you into the kitchen.

“It’s nice to see everyone again.” She muses as you get bowls out from the cupboard. “It’s been years.”

“Yeah, I’m just meeting a few of these people for the first time.” You laugh, “But they seem lovely.”

Rebecca nods. “I met Phil a few years ago, and Sue and Andy even longer ago. Of course I’ve known Darius for decades.” She chuckles, spooning risotto into bowls.

“I’ve known Darius for longest too.” You muse, “In fact, I met him the same night I met Mish.”

“You’ll have to tell me that story someday.” She says. “It’s one to tell the grandkids.”

“Yep.” You say, grabbing two bowls of food. “I’ll take these through.”

After everyone’s had dinner, and Misha has opened his gifts (all of which he loved), you return to the kitchen to bring out the cake you baked. You bring it through into the dim lighting of the dining room and everyone starts singing happy birthday. You place the cake in front of Misha and kiss him chastely.

“Happy early-birthday.” You smile lovingly, sitting back down so he can blow out the candles.

West hops up onto your lap, “Remember to make a wish, Dad!” He says.

“Oh I will, West.” Misha replies, grinning.

He blows out the candles in one. “What did you wish for?” West asks.

“I can’t tell you or it won’t come true!” Misha replies, before adding quietly, “Plus I don’t really think it would be appropriate in our current company.” He winks at you.

He starts to cut slices of the cake and hands them around the table, before digging into one himself.

“How is it?” You ask.

“Mmph,” Misha groans. “If I wasn’t already full from dinner I would not have shared this.”

You laugh, “I’m glad you like it.”

Once he’s finished the cake, he opens the card you made him; a cartoon depicting Superman Misha, and Lois Lane you – with a few personalised touches like the Random Acts logo instead of Superman’s ‘S’.

“I love it.” He laughs and puts it aside, leaning back in his chair and sighing contentedly.

“Yeah, bye guys – call soon! I’d love to see the kids. Yep, goodnight!” You call to Darius and Liza, closing the front door and taking a deep breath; house finally free of visitors.

The kids have been put to bed and Misha is currently showering, so you slip into the bedroom and open your closet. A few days ago a certain garment in a shop window caught your eye and you decided it would be perfect for surprising Misha. You strip off your clothes and put on the black, lacy lingerie – before crawling to the middle of the bed and lying (your best attempt at) seductively.

A few minutes later you hear the shower stop running and Misha walks into the bedroom towelling off his hair – completely naked.

He double-takes when he sees you, before his lips twitch into a smirk. He silently closes and locks the door before throwing away the towel, running a hand through his hair.

“Hey.” He says, voice low, making his way over to you as his eyes roam over your body.

“Hi there.” You reply, sitting up to capture his lips in a soft kiss, hands roaming over his bare chest.

As the kiss heats up, Misha moves so he’s above you; arms supporting his weight on either side of you.

You can feel his hardness press into your thigh, so you pull down your panties; impatient.

Misha chuckles against your lips. “Eager?” He asks, rolling over to one side of the bed to retrieve a condom.

“More than.” You answer, and crawl after him.

Before Misha can even sit back up, you’re back on him.

Despite the frantic, fierce, start to the evening – that night you and Misha make love. Falling into his ocean-eyes; grasping desperately, sweaty hands as you both come.

“Happy birthday babe.” You say once you have your breath back, kissing his chest.

“Thank you,” He replies, stroking your hair. “I have to say – that was an unexpected, yet very welcome gift.” He chuckles.

“Well – it was my pleasure. Literally.”

He snorts, “I should hope so.” There’s a moment of silence before he adds, “Today was lovely too, though. Thank you.”

You smile happily against his chest. “That too, was my pleasure.”

About an hour later, you’re lying on your back, staring at the pitch-black ceiling.

It’s hot – August in California tends to be – and you can’t sleep; which means you’re replaying the day’s events in your head.

Something Rebecca brought up earlier is bothering you, though – so much so that your heart rate is picking up and your palms are starting to sweat. You take a deep breath and turn over to face Misha; his eyes are closed, but you’re pretty sure he’s not asleep yet.

“Mish?” You whisper.

“Mm hm?” He murmurs, eyes still closed.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” You ask quietly.

“Sure, what’s wrong?”

“I didn’t want to do this today, but… I feel like I have to.” You start.

Misha turns over to face you and opens his eyes. Even in the dark you can see the worry in his eyes.

“It’s just… Ever since we were at Jensen’s, all those months ago, and you asked me if I ever think about babies – I… I feel like I’ve been lying to you.”

Misha frowns in concern.

Your eyes start to sting with tears of fearful anticipation. “I can’t have kids, Mish.”

Chapter Eighteen

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