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dreamescapeswriting · 3 months

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Unexpected Blessings ~ LMH

WORD COUNT:2.8 k

GENRE: accidentally pregnant by another member, cute, fluffy, shocking, Minho being a supportive boyfriend, NON IDOL!

PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - March 2024

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A/N: I tried to change this up a bit, I hope it comes out the way you were expectiting.

As you stood outside of the doctor's building unease began to weave its way through to your brain, nitpicking at everything you'd been doubting for the last few weeks.

"We can turn back anytime," Minho promised, his hand on your power back rubbing it in small circles as you thought about it.

The two of you had been struggling to conceive for a while now and this was the best doctor in the fertility world. Someone who was renowned for his successful pregnancies in couples that hadn't been able to have a baby before.

"I want this," You told him, your voice barely coming out above a whisper as you slowly walked into the building. Today was going to be a good day, you were determined to go through with this. Besides, it was just going to be a series of small injections for the next few months so you would be more fertile.

After filing in forms and waiting for not even five minutes you were already taken through to a small office area where Dr Matthews was waiting. For someone who was world-renowned, he didn't seem that busy with many patients but you weren't going to slam him for it. The quicker you were seen the faster you could get pregnant and finally have your and Minho's child.

"Thank you for coming in, Yn, Minho. I understand you're struggling to conceive?" He gestured for you to sit across from him and you took Minho's hand in yours.

"We've been trying with no luck, we started to lose hope until someone told us about your practice."

"Your hormonal injections, my friend Laurie had it a few months back," You told him with a small smile, you could still remember the day she told you she was pregnant, practically bouncing off the walls at work.

"Medicine has come a long way, I know you've been seeing a few nurses so I'll check over their notes and we can start with the first procedure." He smiled warmly at you before walking into an adjoining room and leaving you and Minho alone.

"We're going to have a baby," Minho whispered excitedly to you, his heart hammering against his chest at the thought of finally having a child with you. It had been all the two of you had dreamt about for months now and it was finally going to happen.

"We shouldn't tell anyone what we're doing until we're sure it works though," You told him, you didn't want to get any of your friend's hopes up in case it didn't work.

"Sure. Maybe we can do an announcement party," Minho seemed over the moon about everything and it only made you love him more for it.

"Miss YLN, Come right through. I'll set you up." A nurse said with a pleasant smile, opening the door for you and letting you walk inside.

"You might feel a slight pinch but other than that this will be completely pain-free." The nurse explained as you sat on one of the beds, your legs apart and staring at the ceiling. You'd done this a million times before in doctors' appointments but every time you still felt awkward about it.

"Does this procedure have a good outcome for couples who have trouble to conceive?" You asked, mostly trying to avoid any silence in the room.

"I would say so, almost every couple I do this for end up pregnant." She giggled, and your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the pinch she'd referred to, followed by her smile.

"Done. See, quick and painless." She announced, peeling off the gloves and throwing everything into a bin.

"Just wait for a few more minutes before you join your boyfriend and you'll be good to go."

"Don't I need to book another appointment?" You frowned, the injections were supposed to be once a month,

"Oh, right. Sure. Arrange that with the receptionist." She said with a smile but you could have sworn you'd seen a flash of confusion on her face but she was quick to leave the room.

"Weird," Minho laughed as he walked into the room after she left, a frown on his face as he came over to kiss you on the top of the head.

"I've never seen a nurse run before, did you yell at her for hurting you?" He teased, but you shook your head at him.

"Didn't even hurt, maybe a slight pinch." You shrugged a little and laid your head back on the seat, smiling at the thought of finally getting your chance at being a family.

This was going to be your last attempt before the two of you would foster kids, deciding that if you couldn't get pregnant it was a sign to give another kid a chance instead.

As a month passed following the procedure you began to feel weaker, you put it down to the injections taking it out of you but it had been a month since your first one and you hadn't heard about a second one yet.

"I was thinking we could all hire out a restaurant," Jisung said as you walked into the room, you, he and Minho were all planning a birthday party for your shared friend but you had to admit your mind was off elsewhere. Mostly trying to focus on everything around you since a wave of dizziness had just washed over you.

"Babe? You okay?" Was all you heard before everything went black, Jisung was up in a flash to check on you and Minho was already calling an ambulance.

"Did she take anything?" Jisung asked as he looked down at you, he sat you between his legs and Minho shook his head.

"She had some fertility treatment a month ago, we've been trying to get another appointment but we're getting ignored." He grumbled angrily if the doctor had done anything to put you in any kind of danger he was going to have their head on a stick,

At the hospital, medical staff quickly attended to you, running all kinds of tests to determine what was going on and why you'd suddenly collapsed.

"I want to go home." You told Minho as you sat up in the bed, it had been hours of tests and blood work taken and no one was telling you anything but Minho was boiling with anger. The thought of something happening to you because of some injection was sending him wild.

"What if there's something wrong with the injection? That because of their negligence you're going to be sick?" He ran his hand over your cheek and you sighed a little, you hated to think of it but you knew he was right. There could be anything wrong with you now and you needed to get to the bottom of it whether you liked it or not.

"Yn, Minho, we've finally got some results." A doctor said as he walked into the room, a giant grin on his face.

"I believe congratulations are in order." He said as if that made his announcement any clearer to the two of you, you changed a bewildered look with Minho and shook your head.

"What?" Minho frowned, neither of you having any idea what he was talking about.

"You're pregnant." The two words you would have given anything to hear months ago that seemed damn near impossible now.

"N...No, that can't be right," You laughed, more nervously than anything else. The treatment wasn't finished yet and there was no way that you could have been pregnant after one injection.

"This has to be some kind of joke, I haven't finished my treatment plan." You shook your head at him, laughing in disbelief.

"I assure you, this is no joke. The tests are conclusive. You're expecting a baby." You stared at him and then back at Minho.

"We're having a baby..." You whispered to him, but how was it possible? You were told it wasn't going to be a sure thing until your third and final injection but now you were expecting?

"We need to go and see Dr Matthews." You told Minho, your hand squeezing his as he nodded in agreement. Something wasn't sitting right with any of you.

"A mistake!?" Minho screamed at Dr Mattews as you sat across from him, your mind was still trying to process what he had just said to you.

"Yes. It happens, communication somehow lacks and then mistakes happen." He said with a small smile as if any of this could ever be entertaining to anybody.

"A mistake is forgetting to pick up your lunch. A mistake is accidentally knocking something over!" Minho seethed, his face red with anger.

"A mistake is not impregnating my girlfriend with someone else sperm!" The statement finally sank in as you stared down at the name plaque on Dr Mattews desk.

You were pregnant something you should have been over the moon about but you were pregnant with someone else's baby.

Someone you didn't know.

Someone who wasn't your boyfriend.

"I'm so so sorry! It was a mix-up, I never meant for this to happen." Dr Mattews pleaded with you both but it didn't change what happened, you were pregnant with someone else's kid and your heart shattered for Minho.

"Who's is it?" You finally spoke out, your voice cracking since your throat was so dry, you stared at Dr Mattews.

"I can't disclose that." He grumbled, shaking his head as if he had any place to stand in all of this. He was lucky you weren't taking him to the police for what had happened to you.

"You shouldn't have had your hack nurse get her pregnant but here we are." Minho hissed at him, the man was quick to run through your notes, finding the folder and flicking through it.

"A man named Han Jisung." The rest of the world seemed to go quiet as Dr Matthews told you that you couldn't tell the man about any of it.

"It's a friend of ours," Minho said defeatedly, sitting back in the chair as his heart sank at the mention of your long-term friend.

"I'm deeply sorry, it was a terrible mistake on our part. The nurse who did the procedure is long gone." Dr Matthews continued to blabber on but your mind was still stuck on the fact that you were carrying Jisung's child.

"Out of all the people in the world." You scoffed, walking back to your car hand in hand with Minho who was laughing a little.

"What do we do?" You asked, your eyes falling onto him as he took in a deep breath.

"I don't know, but we'll figure it out together. Like we always do." He promised you. With heavy hearts you got into the car, trying to figure out a way to tell Jisung the truth about all of this. He had a right to know after all.

Despite everything you decided it was best for Jisung to know as soon as possible about it all, that he deserved to know if he was going to be a dad but you had no idea how to bring it up.

The three of you were sitting at your place having some tea together as you tried to come up with a way to approach the topic without sounding insane.

"Jisung, have you ever sold your sperm?" Minho asked suddenly, you spat out your tea and stared at him, kicking him from where you were sitting.

"W...What? Why would you ask me that?" He laughed feeling uneasy about where this was all coming from,

"It's just a question." Minho shrugged before you sighed, putting down your glass and shaking your head.

"I'm pregnant." You announced but not in the way Jisung had been expecting, he thought you would have been over the moon about it.

"It's yours." You whispered, slowly sliding him the piece of paper with all of his information on it, something you'd had to seriously persuade Dr Matthews to give to you. Biting down on your lip you slowly took Minho's hand in yours and began to explain everything to Jisung about the mix-up and he listened attentively the whole time.

"Wow, I...I don't even know what to say. T...Thanks for telling me," He stared at you with a different look in his eyes,

"We understand it's a lot to take in, we're still trying to process it ourselves." Minho chuckled anxiously and you nodded.

"No, no, it's okay. Actually, I feel honoured. Honored to be a part of this child's life in any way I can." You stared at him, in complete shock.

"What?" You whispered, Minho squeezed your hand a little.

"You want to be involved?" He stared at his best friend who nodded, a smile tugging onto the corners of his lips.

"Absolutely. I may not have expected this, but now that I know, I want to be there for him...or her." He said, his smile growing wider while your heart sank.

"Will you try and take him from us?" Your voice trembled and Jisung's smile dropped as he realised what it must have sounded like he wanted.

"I meant...I want to be a godfather, an uncle, whatever you need me to be." Relief washed over you both as you stared at him, completely touched by his generosity.

"Thanks, Jisung. It means a lot." Minho smiled before hugging his friend. All of you starting to discuss what this all meant for you all, it was completely unconventional but you couldn't wait to start your family together.

As the years passed and your child grew, you, Minho, and Jisungforged a strong bond rooted in love, trust, and shared experiences. Jisung had become an integral part of your lives, serving not only as a godfather but also as a trusted friend and confidant. Your son always called him Uncle Jisung, finding someone to go to if he ever needed it and felt as though he couldn't come to you or Minho about it. Tonight, you and Minho found yourselves in need of a babysitter for your son. While you were initially hesitant to leave your child in Jisung's care, you couldn't deny the genuine connection he had formed with your family over the years.

"I don't know, Minho. Are you sure we should leave him with Jisung? What if something happens?" You knew it was unlikely that anything would go wrong in the space of four hours but you were nervous about everything. Minho placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his eyes filled with confidence and trust.

"He has proven time and time again that he's responsible and caring. We can trust him with our son." He reminded you, you nodded, still feeling a twinge of anxiety, but knowing deep down that Minho was right. You walked into the living room to find Jisung already sitting with your son getting the movies ready on the TV.

He'd come round with blankets and lots of snacks to have a movie night with him.

"Are you ready for some fun with Uncle Jisung?" He yelled out, your son beamed up at him, his excitement palpable as he eagerly nodded his head.

"Thank you for doing this, Jisung. We really appreciate it." You smiled warmly, it was going to be your first date in a long time and you had to say you were a little nervous about that.

"Of course, Yn. You know I love spending time with him. Everything will be fine, I promise."

With a final reassuring smile, you and Minho bid farewell to your son and headed out for your evening, trusting in the bond you had forged with Jisung and the love that surrounded your family.

As you enjoyed your time together, you couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension lingering in the back of your mind. But with each passing moment, you found yourself relaxing, reassured by the knowledge that your son was in capable and caring hands.

When you returned home later that evening, you found your son fast asleep, a contented smile on his face. Jisung greeted you both with a grin, his eyes sparkling with pride.

"He was an absolute angel. You have nothing to worry about." Tears of gratitude welled up in your eyes as you embraced Jisung, overwhelmed by the depth of the bond you shared and the unwavering support he had provided to your family. With tears of joy streaming down your cheeks, you whispered,

"Thank you, Jisung. Thank you for always being there for us." Jisung returned the embrace, his own eyes glistening with emotion.

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einsteinbrosofficial · 13 days

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What kind of accident happened that ended with a TNR and a rabies hold? Like I need to know about all of this

@sleepywinchesters Disclaimer do as I say not as I do. This is a story of hubris.

Cat professionals don’t judge me I know where I went wrong I just thought I was built different

Our TNR program only has one dropoff day a week & you have to make your appointment with # of cats ahead of time.

I have two traps so I’m aiming for 2, I’ve trapped for this colony before and it usually took multiple tries to get the right cats! Like I’d have to free at least 2 fixed cats for every unfixed one I caught.

I tell you this so my decision making doesn’t sound as stupid lol.

I was prepared to stake out these cats for hours at a time every night until my drop off appointment. So I start trapping like. 5 days early.

I also set up a big dog cage with some essentials in case I got any of them TOO early, which other cat people will see as red flag # 1 but I SWEAR makes sense with how much work I put into socializing these cats and I would not have pulled that move if I hadn’t been working with this cat colony since 2018.

Ok my dumb decisions have been detailed.

So anyway I literally set myself up with stakeout snacks and everything and I catch two cats within 10 minutes of trapping.

One of the cats I trapped is Charlie Chaplin. I’ve been feeding him about 4 years and he has a mustache and like a week before this he let me get within two feet of him without running.

I go to transfer Charlie to the dog crate (at my home where he’ll be chilling on the patio) and when I go to close the gate door behind him it got STUCK.

Charlie is terrified and he BOLTS and does an actually very beautiful leap DIRECTLY INTO THE POOL.

As I have since found out he’s largely blind in one eye! Which explains a lot of this! So he is now experiencing a pool for the first time in his life completely by accident.

I panic and start throwing all of my electronics off my person so I can jump in. He figures out swimming, escapes the pool, and then scales 10 feet of patio screen and starts trying to spider-man upside down across the roof.

Charlie then jumps down and proceeds to jump directly into the pool AGAIN! I jump after him because his head kept dipping underwater the first time (bc he has presumably never swam in his life before this) and I’m worried. I did not put on my wildlife handling gloves before this, which is another goof. I scoop under his tummy and I’m trying to carry him to the edge of the pool while keeping his head above water.

Anyway to Charlie this is actually even worse because he doesn’t know I’m trying to remove him from the pool, he bites the absolute SHIT out of my arm (valid), I get him to the edge of the pool and let go bc fucking ow, he JUMPS BACK IN THE POOL.

At this point my bonus sister tosses me a towel to grab him with and I manage to catch him safely and deposit him in the crate. Then I had a half hour long panic attack abt whether I had to euth him over me being stupid but I didn’t lol

If you’re unfamiliar with the protocol for potential rabies exposure, the literal only way to test for rabies is to euthanize the animal and biopsy their brains. There’s no way to test an animal while keeping it alive. A lot of the time if you’re able to you need to try and capture the animal that bit you and hand it over to whatever doctor you go to so they can send it for testing. Like. Secured though. Or already dead. Don’t give your doctor a loose potentially rabid animal.

HOWEVER, if the animal is a cat or dog specifically and is not otherwise showing obvious symptoms you have the option to isolate and observe them for 10 days. There’s research showing that dogs & cats who are far enough into the disease to transmit it (apparently they can’t transmit it during the incubation period, yay) will either show symptoms or die within 10 days. ONLY applicable to dogs and cats. If they show symptoms (or die) you send them to be tested, according to the county rabies coordinator I called about this.

I did not in fact have to get a rabies shot because we have already gotten past day 10 of his observation period and he’s chillin.

Also the other cat I caught early did fine, already got spayed and vaxxed and released. I just saw her earlier today when I went to check on the colony and she ran away as soon as she saw me lmao.

#now Charlie needs his appointment made so I gotta call them #this is WAY too long an explanation #but truly this whole thing is a story of my own folly #bc I fully know better than this!!#my decisions were dumb as fuck on multiple levels!!#you do NOT release TNR cats from the trap #I shouldn’t have released him I could have figured out how to get him food and water #I shouldn’t have trapped more than 3 days in advance too #I got way overconfident #mainly because I’ve trapped a lot of cats that were like fully able to be handled #because I’d been socializing them #but Charlie wasnt at that point #it’s not like the time I got fed up with soft boy not going in the trap and just scruffed him and lowered him in #I had pet him by that point that’s a whole different story #but also that’s the kind of story that like explains why I was so stupid #anyway! rambles #VERY grateful that I was able to observe him #bc I would NOT have coped with being the reason he got put down #bc I fully know better it’s the entire reason I even have those wildlife gloves #I use them when I have to get my hands near him now #bc lesson learned

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keiskake · 1 year

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Hey I really like your Hawks stuff! I was wondering if you can do Hawks x significant other reader scenario where Hawks loses his memory (like form injury or a villain’s qurik). Then have the reader either help him regain his memory of there relationship or he never gets his memory of their love and falls in love with someone else. Which ever ending you want is up to you. Thank you!!!

a/n ~ you guys don't understand how happy i get when reading these asks, truly grateful. i read this ask whilst in the library and i was literally holding my squeal in, because OMG this is a great idea. i couldn't choose an ending so i did both! happy ending first, and sad ending after the line. the first four sections are the same for both endings. and thank YOU for your ask. ʕ♡˙ᴥ˙♡ʔ

hawks x gn!reader (ft a not so nice mirko)

(cw//coma + amnesia)

he stretched himself too far. he didn't understand his limits. no. he didn't want to acknowledge his limits. after dabi had burnt his wings to a crisp he struggled to stay in flight mode for very long. they were growing back but not fast enough. not fast enough to save that woman falling from the building with ease.

there was no time to think, he swooped in to catch her. but after the adrenaline died out he realised that he couldn't keep it up much longer, his wings unable to hold the weight of them both. the feathers gave out. a heavy load dropped, the air pressure drowned his ears. a glimpse of endeavour caught his eye so he threw the woman in his direction and called out to him. a sacrifice made for the greater good. oh so he thought.

he was rushed to the hospital and you were called in. when you finally arrived you were met with an unconscious hawks surrounded by people in gloves and surgical masks. they rushed and panicked around him, urgently trying to get him in the surgery room. you followed after them, body trembling and cries stuck in your throat.

weeks. it was weeks of you staying by hawks' side, tending and caring to his every need as he was stuck in a coma. you visited everyday, no exceptions. every week you'd bring new flowers and throw out the old ones. cleaning his hospital room often, you wanted him to wake up to a clean environment. when his facial hair grew a little too long you'd shave it for him, carefully though. the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him.

he woke up at the start of spring, you walked into his room as he was sat up on the bed facing the partially opened window. the bunch of sunflowers almost slipped out of your hand, gasping at the sight of a conscious hawks. you placed the flowers on the coffee table and ran towards him, throwing your arms around his neck with tears flowing from your cheeks.

"who are you?"

the doctor had told you that amnesia was possible in his case, meaning you had to prepare for the worst. but no preparation could suppress the hurt you felt as those words left his lips. he pushed you away and stared into your eyes blankly. you swept your tears away, painting a weak smile on your face.

"i'm the one who's been looking after you."

you explained the situation he was in, from the accident till present day. he took it pretty well though it might of been due to his hazy memory. nurses were alerted about hawks' situation, coming into the room to run some tests, book future appointments and prescribe medication. after that he was discharged from the hospital.

a taxi took the two of you both home, it was a silent journey and that was a thought you'd never had. you didn't let hawks lift a thing, afraid he would injure himself again. the house was filled with 'get better' gifts for hawks, and that's how he learnt his name again.

"y/n. your name is y/n?" he glanced at you as he held a letter addressed to you.

"yeah that's my name. take your time to get familiar with everything, no rush." you gave him a bright and warm smile. patience was all you needed to show him.

and that's exactly what you did. you talked about his life before the accident, hoping to trigger a memory or two. friends, hobbies, events. when you had days off you'd take him out to see his favourite park or eat at his go to fast food place. he didn't remember that those were his favourite places, but he grew fond of them the more you took him. as time passed you finally started to see that he was regaining parts of his old self.

it was this time last year that hawks woke up, so you bought a cake to celebrate his progress. you heard paper rustling from the bedroom and decided to check on him. you pushed the door a little, the crack wide enough for you to slip into the room. his golden eye studied the pages of an album. an album of you and him. pictures of your dates, anniversaries, graduations.

"it's me and you." his voice is muffled and his eyes are still stuck to the pages of memories.

"they're from before your accident." you plopped yourself next to him on the bed.

"you were...my lover? why didn't you tell me?" hawks pointed at a picture you took during your one year anniversary holiday to Okinawa.

"i wanted it to come back naturally, i didn't want to force it on you. your recovery is my priority."

he slipped his trembling hand into yours, his free hand closing the album and tossing it aside. you entangled your fingers in his for the first time in a year. you missed nothing more than his sweet and loving touch. it really was progress.

"then my priority is learning to be your lover again y/n."

he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. you threw your arms around his neck, but this time round he didn't push you away or ask 'who are you?'. he embraced you instead, pulling you in tightly as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

"you don't need to learn. you already are my lover."

you were running late to visit hawks, work at the agency had piled up since the boss was at the hospital. as you reached his room you heard voices inside. hawks' voice. before you knew it you had slammed open the door, and the bouquet of sunflowers had dropped from the impact. he was awake, but who was next to him?

"w-who are you?" your body trembled, something about her gave you a bad feeling.

"i'm mirko! hawks girlfriend, you know the one who's been looking after him." she turned to face you, still sat on a chair besides hawks.

the words rang in your head. 'girlfriend'? 'looking after him'? she's a liar. it was you. it was always you. you felt your heart drop as you watched the two talk. he hadn't acknowledged you once, it was almost as if you didn't exist to him at all.

"hawks who is she?" you stepped into the room a little more, your legs were so weak they were about to give out.

"mirko. she said she's my girlfriend, she's been looking after me so it seems believable. and you are?" his eyes were cold and blank.

they were gone. all his memories of you wiped at the blink of an eye. a sense of emptiness devoured you. you didn't know how to feel or react. there was nothing to your relationship. it was gone. decayed. your body was cold and numb, your hands forming fists and eyes welling up with tears. something had pierced right through your heart, and the void gaped opened in agony. it felt like time had stopped all around, standing in complete silence. mirko got up, taking you by the arm tightly and pulling you out of hawks' room. your gut was right.

"thanks for all your hard work but i'm taking over now. i'll swing by once he's discharged to get his stuff." a dark haze covered her reddish eyes, her lips forming a sinister grin.

you didn't have time to respond let alone swallow what she had just told you. it seemed like only yesterday you were by his side, humming his favourite tune and sweeping the room. it was only a weeks ago that he was kissing you goodbye before leaving for work. it slipped out of your hands in seconds. your legs finally gave out, dropping to the floor and your muffled cries echoing in your head.

"why can't you remember hawks..."

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks fluff #kake posted ･:*:+。. ✿

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nootqueen404 · 2 years

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Eddie Munson HC: Having a Chronically Ill Partner

Yes this is purely self-indulgent, leave me be okay?! Bare in mind that much of this is based on my own experience as someone with multiple chronic illnesses. I have Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, Chronic Anemia, Small Fiber Neuropathy, and Pre-Load Failure.

Even though you knew Eddie was the non-judgmental type, you were still scares to tell him about being disabled. Obviously he wasn't phased.

But on the inside all he can think about is “what can I do? What can I do to help y/n? How can I make their life easier? How can I let them know how much I love them?”

Eddie is best friends with Dustin, so he has a little experience with medical stuff. Part of the reason they are friends is because Jason Carver tripped the freshman on his first day and Eddie seriously though Dustin broke something. Eddie wound up in detention for fighting, but he still snuck out to check on Dustin and leaned about his CCD. The rest is history.

But yeah, Eddie tried to ask Dustin for advice. Dustin just acts like a smart ass and roasts him for assuming he knows anything because you and him are disabled and "must know each other." Eddie panicked and apologized profusely (we know how much he HATES confrontation,) but after he realized they Dustin was fucking with him Ed gives him a massive wedgie.

The internet didn't exist yet, so research is hard to come by. So Eddie does the next best thing - ask his Uncle Wayne for advice (he just reminds his nephew that the library is a thing.)

He probably asks Nancy too because "Hey she's pretty smart." She does help a lot actually, mostly by being the voice of reason and encouraging Eddie to learn from you.

Eddie asks A LOT of questions at first, enough to where he learns about one of the most common symptoms - brainfog and cognitive fatigue. Now he just asks the doctors you see.

Speaking of doctors he acts as your personal chauffeur to all of your appointments, even if you have a drivers license and a car. He knows you're more than capable of driving yourself, he just doesn't want you to put more stress on your body then you need to.

He's also not afraid to speak up on your behalf if a doctor or nurse tries to gaslight you. He remembers early on in your relationship of you coming home an appointment, just sobbing your eyes out about "no one believing you." That lit a fire under his ass.

He's threaten to throw hands with said doctors. But most of the time he just passive aggressive.

You've tried to explain Spoon Theory to him ("Why the fuck is it spoons?!?") So he changed it to a Health Bar, Hit Points, and Mana because he's a giant fucking nerd like that. Honestly it made more sense to both of you.

He's a lot more cautious now when it comes to his dealing, either cutting back on making deals to keep both of you safe, or triple checking the quality of his product. If what he deals could help someone, someone like you, then he knows it needs to be perfect.

When you tell him that some of the stuff he sells can help with your symptoms he makes sure he keeps the really good stuff in a safe place for you. Only the best weed for his baby.

Eddie stocks his kitchen with all of your favorite snacks and drinks, much to the annoyance of his uncle. Wayne bought him a mini fridge just so Eddie wouldn't overstock the main one with nothing but Gatorade.

Eddie is always worried if you're too hot/cold (In my personal case I'm always cold).

Too hot during those grueling summers in Hawkins? BOOM! Kiddie pool! BOOM! Pedialyte popsicles! BOOM! Umbrella!

Too cold? He keeps a bunch of regular and electric blankets in his closet.

You almost never use them because Eddie is a human space heater.

He keeps extra clothes and extra bottles of your meds for you if you don't have the Spoons/HP to drive home.

Could he drive you home? Yeah, but taking care of others is his love language.

You've made fun of him for this, but he keeps a mini cooler in his van filled with water and Gatorade because "you never know."

The pharmacists use to hate Eddie (cuz ya know) and were a little afraid of him with all of the rumors going. But after you two start dating they LOVE him! Whenever either of you need to get medical supplies the old ladies gush about how sweet Eddie is and the old guys try to hire him because he "knows so much" about different prescription medication.

They also give you and Eddie deals on supplies because they know you're both struggling financially.

After a while Wayne let's you sit in his recliner to help with your circulation.

Speaking of which, Wayne also loves you! He's skeptical at first, but all of that goes away after he sees how happy you make Eddie. Plus, he loves that Eddie is now using his dealer status to help people.

Eddie broke his own personal rule: the only people allowed to sit in his throne at Hellfire Club is him...and now you. The others did complain a little, but after Eddie explained your situation they backed down. When you need to shit you’re going to go sit wherever you can.

For your One Year anniversary Eddie gives you your own throne. The other members helped brainstorm and decorate it.

When you start needing a ramp Eddie enlists the help of all of your friends to help build it all. Everyone got a kick out of painting the ramp, but it caused a lot of in-fighting over how it would look. This is another way you bond with Eddie’s Uncle.

Eddie and the others helped you raise money for a motorized wheelchair and/or service animal by doing car washes and Corroded Coffin doing charity gigs.

You thought the crew fighting over the ramp was bad, wait until they get the idea to customize your mobility aid!

Team Eddie's Hot rod flames and skulls vs. Team Erica's Glitter and rainbow stickers.

Whenever you go to concerts with Eddie he makes sure you can have somewhere to sit away from the pit.

If its one of his shows he has you seated right off stage and with one of your friends - usually Steve and Robin. The best seat in the house!

Eddie LOVES bridal carrying you everywhere (Even though it isn't always needed.)

And giving you baths! Some times he’ll even join you! He will sit behind you and wash your hair while you cuddle up against his chest. One word: HEAVEN!

Not a day goes by where Eddie doesn't tell you he loves you for who you are - in sickness and in health.

(NSFW)

Eddie is super cautious during sex now after you passed out one time (I had this happen to be irl. It terrified my boyfriend, but I thought it was hilarious!)

You use the Stop Light Method to check in on each other. Green = keep going, Yellow = slow down, Red = Stop

"Who needs lingerie when you have compression socks?" is a running gag for you two.

Repeats after Eddie: “Hydrate or die-drate!”

Aftercare gets an upgrade in the form of baths together, “post-coitus” salty snacks, and snuggling while watching TV.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #head canon #eddie munson headcanons #chronic illness #chronically ill #POTS #ehlers danlos syndrome

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badpancakelol · 1 year

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The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting, Chapter 11: THE LONGEST LOOP PT. II

Steve decides that it’s not the wait that’s the worst part. Instead, it’s the thoughts, the questions, that accompany it. Something in the back of his mind is supplying him with how much easier this was before everyone had known, before he had been subjected to the prodding questions of the future-past that doesn’t, and will never, exist again.

There are things that are easier, though. Like the way that he and Eddie retreat back up the stairs at the end of the night. When Steve had taken his shirt off, eyelids heavy and needing sleep, Eddie had found something there that had him crossing the room, tracing fingertips across lines that Steve couldn’t see.

“Do they hurt?” He had asked.

The days had not been kind to Steve’s skin, and with every passing minute, there were new scars and bruises that had appeared, fading in slowly. He had joked, looked to Dustin and Nancy for frantic reassurance, about getting hurt every year. They hadn’t found it as funny as he had.

In the morning, after he had explained away his troubles, they had carted him off to the hospital. Steve was steadfast in his annoyance because it was fine, he was fine, they had bigger things to worry about than him. Nancy had given him a quick glare, furious and heated, as she drove.

They hadn’t been able to take Eddie with them, too afraid of him being seen in the public place, and Steve was solid in the way that he wanted all the kids to stay hidden. He had appointed Robin as the one in charge as he was dragged away from his own house, and hoped that they didn’t break anything.

The doctors had looked at him funny when he had arrived, and it took all of his energy not to laugh. Nancy was short in her words, dropping the name Dr. Sam Owens every once in a while when they took too long to see to Steve. It seemed to do the job well, because before they could even sit down in the waiting room, he was being whisked away into a cold, secluded room.

Nancy had gone with him, not trusting him to actually get the help he needed, which, ouch? He had taken off his shirt, and they had pressed a stethoscope to his chest and told him breathe. Then, as they were left in the room, the nice doctor leaving with a clipboard of notes and a tightly pinched brow, they had waited.

“What happened, Steve?” Nancy had asked.

She was strong, always had been. There was a determination about her, something that had made Steve so attracted to her in the first place. As her eyes flicked from his stomach, his neck, his face, her voice wobbled.

“I don’t know I just,” He had sighed. The hospital bed was far from comfortable, and yet he still sunk into the plastic-y sheets when he caught her gaze. “Tried to fix things.”

Steve knew it wasn’t the answer she wanted. He didn’t know what she wanted him to tell her, either, but the door to conversation closed, and they were silent as they waited for the doctor to come back. It felt like both the beginning and the end of something, new and old.

The news was not good. It’s not bad, either, but as the nice doctor entered the room again, clipboard clutched tightly in her hands, she stated how amazed she was that Steve was alive. She didn’t ask questions about the scars and injuries, and Steve silently thanked Nancy for throwing Owens’ name around.

Steve’s told that his body is going into overdrive trying to fix everything, and that’s the reason why he’s so tired. When Nancy asked if there’s anything that they can do to help Steve, the doctor handed her a bottle of pain killers and sent them on their way.

“Stevie? Do they hurt?” Eddie whispers.

Always, Steve wants to say. He breathes deep as they lie next to each other in bed, Steve facing away from Eddie. There’s a rattle to his lungs, as he does it, a cold sharpness occasionally blossoming in his chest. Steve lets the feeling of fingers tracing every impossible line lull him to sleep.

— — —

The house is stocked with enough food, enough space, for everyone to settle comfortably, as they wait for the pizza van holding five people to slip into his driveway. The one thing that the house is not stocked with, however, is size appropriate clothing.

“I am not wearing this.”

Or style appropriate clothing, either, apparently.

“Eddie, you’ve been wearing the same thing for like, a week. You were literally just complaining about the dirt and the smell.”

He whips around, brown curls moving with him as he marches towards Steve. “And when you said I could borrow your clothes, I thought you had something less—” He waves the blue polo around in his hands, making a sound in the back of his throat.

“Preppy?”

“Exactly!”

Steve is torturing him, a little bit. He does have shirts in colours closer to what Eddie normally wears, things that aren’t just polo shirts perfectly ironed and folded. And if you reminded him of the phase he went through four years ago, of the black crumpled and soft shirts that are stuffed to the back of his closet, well. He’s gonna deny it.

There’s something funny in the way that Eddie paces the room, glaring at the blue collared shirt in his hands as if it’s personally offended him (it probably has, Steve decides). He runs his hands through his hair and puts on a performative sigh, tone teasing, as he speaks.

“You know, if you’re not gonna wear it, we should just give it to Robin. Cause you know she’s been complaining about having to wear mum’s clo—”

“No!” Eddie clears his throat, clutching the fabric to his chest. “No, I’ll wear the shirt.”

He slips the polo on easily, before throwing the Hellfire shirt at Steve’s face. He catches it, pretends to hurl as he smells it, holding it as far away from his body as he can. Eddie’s face is less than amused as Steve cackles out of the room.

When they descend the stairs, the kids watching whatever shitty movies he had on hand, they do a double take so comical that Steve has to hang on to the railing for support as he laughs. The sound draws Robin out of the kitchen from where she was speaking to Nancy, before she’s stopped in place.

“There is no way—”

“Buckley, if you say another word, I am going to throttle you.”

Robin’s face has become impossibly red as she tries to hold in a laugh, and as she looks away from Eddie, makes eye contact with Steve as he sits on the stairs, out of breath, she breaks. And as soon as it’s happened, Eddie is vaulting over the couch and chasing Robin around the house.

The kids cheer and whoop and chant, movie playing and forgotten on the TV behind them. Max is cheering for Robin, while Dustin and Lucas are shouting at Eddie to hurry up and catch her. Steve watches with fond exasperation as they round opposite ends of the couch, before Eddie ducks to one side, faking Robin out, and tackles her to the ground.

They both fall onto their backs on the carpet, out of breath, yet laughing, and Steve finds that the house feels so incredibly warm.

(Later, when they’re changing into their pyjamas, and Eddie is rummaging through Steve’s chest of draws to find an appropriate shirt to sleep in, he finds it. A black shirt with a band that Steve privately listens to, on a mixtape called guilty pleasures.

Eddie shoves the shirt to Steve’s chest, pulling them both to the bed, a joking sense of hurt as he shouted how could you betray me like this, Stevie?! laughing and smiling).

— — —

He’s showered and he’s scrubbed and yet they he still doesn’t feel clean enough. The Upside Down reveals itself in the form of grime on his skin, and the loops are still ever present whenever he looks in the mirror.

Eddie is softer, somehow, than he imagined. All Steve’s loops and knowledge couldn’t account for the horrible bedhead in the morning, or the deep rumble to his chest as he laughed. There is something in Eddie’s eyes that makes Steve fall a little in love with him, under the lights of his bedroom.

If it were at any other time, situation, he would have called this mundane, but there’s a worry, bigger than that of the impending doom of Vecna, that he’ll grow old and watch people die, and when he finally goes, peacefully, happy, content — that Steve will end right back at the start. At Lover’s Lake, untying his shoes.

And, you know, Steve’s not one to tell people things. Spent nearly a year dying before he had pushed his burden onto someone else, found help. So he has no intention of ever telling the group this fear of his, lets them worry about one thing at a time.

Eddie, however, is a lot more perceptive than Steve thought.

“I could practically hear the cogs turning in your brain all day.”

It happens in the safety of his bedroom, as they’re lying on the bed together, adjusting to the newfound way. Steve learns more about Eddie in the days spent with him now than he ever did in the loops. They stay away from the serious topics, most days, instead talking about their favourite colours (yellow, for Steve, blue, for Eddie), or high school drama. They barely get the time to speak alone, the group clinging to Steve every chance that they got, as if he’d disappear.

“What if it resets when I die? Truly die.”

As Eddie gives him comfort, Steve tries not to think too hard about the logistics of time and death and second chances.

There’s nothing that can be said to fix the fear. Steve knows it, and he knows that Eddie knows it. Sees it in the way that his face all but falls, and his arms are wrapping themselves around Steve, shyness and adjusting be damned. Their legs are tangled together, Eddie resting his chin atop Steve’s head.

(Vaguely, selfishly, Steve thinks he won’t mind coming back, if only to experience this a thousand times over).

— — —

There is one phone call to the house in the time that they stay waiting for El. It halts everyone in their actions, before Steve is taking long strides towards the ringing.

“Hello! This is Steve speaking.” He says, Eddie leaning on the wall next to him, mouthing so polite, and pretending to swoon. Steve rolls his eyes and swats him away.

“Hi Steve, I was just wondering if you knew had any idea where the kids were?” Mrs. Wheeler says from the other side. “We haven’t seen them in a while, and we’re all a bit worried, what with the Munson boy on the loose.”

Steve frowns, sees Eddie stop his teasing, eyes downcast.

They had a plan for this. Nancy had insisted on it, after hearing Steve mention how peoples respective parents had sent the police after them. The kids had stayed over at the Harrington Household because they wanted to be near each other, scared of what might happen if they weren’t. Dustin and Lucas had chimed in, said to drop hints of Will going missing when they weren’t all together.

The plan goes out the window when he hears the ease in which Karen Wheeler blames Eddie, her nonchalant attitude towards her missing kids.

“Yeah, you know what, Karen? I actually haven’t seen them. Maybe you should listen to your kids more often. Might do you some good in the future.”

— — —

When, what Steve has dubbed The Cali Gang, arrive, the door is opened and they are all ushered in quickly.

“You have no idea how happy I am to see you guys.” He breathes. Mike gives him a questioning look, but Jonathan is looking towards Steve’s face, and his exposed arms.

“Steve, you okay, man? You look kinda—”

“Fucked up? Yeah, I know.”

He places a comforting hand on Will’s shoulder, knows that he can feel Vecna now that he’s in Hawkins, and he hugs El tight as she enters the house. Steve gives Argyle a little wave, introduces himself, and says that he already knows his name (which earns him a whoa have we met before, dude?).

Steve sits them down in the living room, lets them get their greeting out of the way. When he’s about to explain everything, again, Mike is already speaking.

“What’s he doing here? How did he even get roped into this?”

He doesn’t know which is more baffling to Mike: that Eddie Munson is somehow part of the fucked up group of monster slayers, or that he’s wearing Steve’s clothes.

Dustin is the first to answer, shaking his head at the other Hellfire member. “Oh, buddy, you have missed so much.”

— — —

They go back to Eddie’s trailer. They’ve split into groups, because Steve knows, he knows, who is safe and who isn’t. When he had proposed it, there had been pushback from the kids, from Jonathan, before he was reminding them of what he had lived through.

Steve has been reunited with his bat and it feels like destiny. He gives it an experimental twirl and swing, and it feels right.

By now, the morning of the battle, Hopper and Joyce have killed their monsters, weakened the hive mind. Steve, El, Will, Mike, and Eddie are to go to Vecna’s lair in the Upside Down. Jonathan, Dustin, Argyle, Nancy, Max and Lucas stay in Hawkins.

He hammers in the importance of staying alert, not just to the crew who’re going through the gate, but to those that stay behind. You are all being hunted by Jason Carver, who has a gun, and the town on his side, he had said. Do not take this lightly.

They set up the distraction. It was something that he could’t forget, existence of uncovered vents and screaming into nothing, at the front of his brain. The distraction always died. But he had a plan, this time.

Eddie’s guitar amp is carried out, lead just long enough to traverse the space between worlds. Robin will play the guitar from the other side of the gate, and the others will keep protect everyone. From the Upside Down, Steve and Eddie cut through the chainlink fence, layering it over the gate, nailing it into the roof. A barrier. A safety net.

They walk towards the Creel House. The messy sound of chords are filtering through the air, and Steve knows that the monsters in Russia are dead, by the way that a handful bats fall to the ground, weak in their flying.

“You’re not going to die, this time.” Steve says.

“I won’t let you die for me.” Eddie replies.

— — —

When they finally get there, Steve takes the lead, showing where they have to step. The vines are always in the same place, shifting only ever so slightly. Will is by his side, predicting the movements before they even happen, connected, still, to the monster. When they reach the room, opening and waiting, Vecna is standing there.

His eyes reach El’s and he looks determined: he wants her to be here. Has always wanted her to be here. But as the group stalk into the room, positioning themselves as best they can, the monster looks at Steve.

“You!”

Steve is thrown back into the wall. But he’s had worse. He’s been eaten and drowned, burned, punched, concussed, drugged, shot. A little bit of air hockey isn’t going to kill him. And if it did? He would come right back. And he would know, and anticipate. Even if it took years, even if it took forever.

As Vecna is distracted, they approach him and do what they failed to every loop. Will and Mike throw the Molotovs, and Eddie fends off the vines. El holds the monster of a man in place, screaming and fighting. The hand of Vecna moves, lifts ever so slowly, and he is closing his eyes, before Steve can even feel his own roll back.

— — —

Vecna doesn’t bother with showing him the party this time. He doesn’t pretend to be Nancy or Billy or Robin. Instead, he’s there, standing in the middle of his mind, a void of black stretching endlessly into the distance.

“Been a while, hasn’t it, Henry?”

And maybe he shouldn’t be taunting him. Because Steve Harrington is mundane and boring, and doesn’t have psychic powers, or the height and sharpness that this monster has. But he’s seen what he’s done, felt it first hand, watched him destroy towns and families, watched as it destroyed himself.

He rushes at him, ducks under the arm that Vecna has reached out to grab him with, and as he turns to land a blow to his face, the scene has changed. Steve is standing in the middle of a tornado of bats, watching them fall to the ground, hearing the familiar cries of Eddie. If this is what’s supposed to make him break, if this is what Vecna is showing him, he’ll have to try a lot fucking harder.

Steve turns around, looking, searching, for the man to appear out of the shadows, break away from the memory that he’s constructed.

“You’re pathetic!” He shouts, holds his fists up to his chest, and looks around him. “Preying on these vulnerable kids — what, can’t even fight an adult?”

He turns around at the rustling of leaves: nothing. Steve feels his heart hammering in his chest because this is it. This has to be it. His breathing is uneven, but his feet are solid on the ground.

“And now you’re hiding!” Steve’s voice is raw and loud in the silence of the mind space. He lowers his fists from his face, spins in a circle and waves his arms at his body. “Too scared of poor, broken, Steve Harrington, to even show yourself!”

There’s an animalistic growl that sends him crashing, wind knocked out of his lungs as his back hits a trailer. Gotcha. Steve can feel something wrong in his chest, but it’s not any worse than what he already is. Vecna — Henry — approaches him, and Steve has never felt more alive.

He goes to grab something, anything, to use as a weapon, but his head is disoriented as the trailer park morphs and stretches, forms the outside of his house, by the pool. This place that holds his best and his worst memories, killing him and breathing life into him at the same time. This place that started it all.

“You have ruined everything.”

The monster, the man, stalks, to where Steve is crumpled on the ground. His voice is low and loud and seething. A hand is unfurled as it lowers and reaches Steve’s head. He looks up to it, knows what this means, what his body is doing in the Upside Down. Has seen it happen, before, heard it, felt it.

I was so close, he thinks. I did everything right.

The monster closes his eyes, tilts his head down. “And now, I will ruin you.”

There’s a ringing in his ears as the words are spoken. The hand is hovering above his face, fingers sprawled out, caging his head. Steve matches Henry’s gaze, sees the boy within the monster, acknowledges them to be one.

“There’s nothing left for you to take.”

Steve slams his forehead into Henry’s, watches as he stumbles back. He doesn’t waste time. Steve scrambles to his feet and launches himself at the prone body of the monster. His fingers find themselves latching on to anything — flesh and blood caking themselves underneath his nails.

There is a roar, and Steve is pushed back. His body slams into the tiles by the pool, but he is tired and he is angry and he is done. Steve runs at the monster, ducks low enough to wrap his arm around his stomach, uses momentum to pull them both into the water. The familiar sensation of the pool is shocking and wonderful and horrifying, as he keeps his hands around Henry’s neck.

Steve is afraid. He tightens his grip on the man’s neck, pays no attention to the shifting skin underneath his fingers, or the blurry vision as he dips underwater. There are hands and claws and vines reaching for Steve’s wrists and forearms, but he doesn’t stop.

There has been something building inside of him, growing and festering as he died and lived and died again. Steve surfaces for air, keeps his hands under the water. He does not let go. He does not think. He does not feel. There is blood pooling from his forearms, and Steve is afraid, yes, scared out of his fucking mind.

He does not want to go back. He does not want to wake up on the boat and relive, retell, die again, just to reset and fail. Steve wants hug Hopper. Make Robin laugh, comfort Will. Apologise to so many people. Steve wants to tell Eddie that he loves him.

His hands are impossibly tight around Henry’s neck, pressing as much of his weight on top of him as he can. The blood pounding in his ears is loud and hot and he is furious.

“See how it feels!” He shouts. There is a thrashing of a body beneath him, the scene in front of him trying to flicker in and out of something else, anything else. Steve’s vision is watery and red and dimming. “Look at what you’ve made me become!”

— — —

When he comes to, and he’s still standing on solid ground, Steve knows that it’s over. He takes greedy breathes of thick air, blinking rapidly. The body of Vecna is burning, unmoving, and El is on her knees, blood dripping from her nose. Will and Mike are by her, arms on her shoulder, side by side.

The body sizzles, but it’s still intact. And, he has to make sure, has to make sure that this loop sticks, make sure that Max is alright, make sure that Eddie is alive.

Steve picks the bat off the floor, scraping the floorboards. He swings. The bat lands where the burnt and mangled face of Vecna is. It hits wish a wet slush!, sticks to the mass on the ground. He puts his foot down on the body, wrenches the bat out again. And he swings. Again and again and again.

When it has lost all meaning, and the mass on the floor looks less like a man and more like nothing at all, Steve feels safe.

“Oh god, you’re okay.” Eddie’s arms are wrapped around him, and the bat is discarded to the floor for a second. Steve has clutches handfuls of Eddie’s shirt, breathes deep and slow, because they’re all alive.

They traverse back to the gate at the trailer. The bodies of the bats are piled high within the small space, but none move. Not even a twitch. The way is cleared by the flick of a hand, courtesy of El, and before Steve even knows it, he’s giving a leg up to the kids, and he’s holding Eddie’s hand, landed on the weirdly stained mattress.

He can see Max smiling, and El crying, and Eddie breathing, and for the first time in a long while, Steve knows that he won’t be slipping into his pool at the end of the night.

#steve harrinton #steve x eddie #steveddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #steddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger thing #stranger things #ao3 #ao3fic #my fic #The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting #Steve Harrington's Unwilling Time Loop Saga

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whimsicalworldofme · 2 years

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Saving Grace: Chapter Thirty-Eight

Pepper takes Grace to a bridal boutique.

“Are you sure we need to be looking at dresses this early?”

Grace asked Pepper as a saleswoman sat them down on a couch in a chic bridal boutique and another woman brought them glasses of champagne. She and Steve had only been engaged for a few months, hadn’t settled on a date yet even, but Pepper had already lined up meetings with wedding planners and pulled a few strings to get this appointment to shop for gowns. The boutique was exclusive, appointment only, and they typically booked up six months in advance.

“It’s never too early to look,” Pepper insisted, sipping her champagne and glancing around at the racks of extravagant white gowns all around them. “You said you didn’t know what style you want, so if nothing else, you can start to get ideas about what you might want.”

Grace looked around, sipping her champagne and hoping the nerves weren’t showing too much. Tony and Steve were on a mission somewhere on the other side of the world again and as always, it had her a bit on edge. The idea of wedding dress shopping in that moment didn’t hold a whole lot of appeal for her, but Pepper had been so excited she couldn’t say no.

“Hello, Miss Potts, Miss Turner,” another saleswoman in a crisp black skirt suit came over, smiling broadly. It was no secret who they were or that Tony would be footing the bill for whatever gown his daughter chose, so she clearly had her eyes set on a hefty commission.

“Doctor Turner,” Grace and Pepper corrected her in unison and watched her falter.

“So sorry, Dr. Turner,” she recovered quickly. “First of all, congratulations on your engagement. My name is Sophia and I will do everything I can to help you find your perfect gown. I like to start out by asking a few questions of my bride, get to know some details.”

“Ok,” Grace glanced at Pepper, nervous.

“Tell me a little about you and your fiancé,” Sophia clapped her hands together.

After the reassurances from Pepper that the entire staff had signed NDAs, Grace told her a little about Steve, their relationship, how he’d proposed, that they were thinking about an Autumn wedding. It was one of the things they’d discussed since he’d moved back into the tower from the compound, now that they’d finished basic training for the newest Avengers. They hadn’t set a specific date or chosen a venue, but they had toured some farms upstate, not far from the compound. Truthfully, they weren’t in much of a rush.

“Now, have you thought about the style of gown you want?” Sophia jumped back in.

“Not at all,” she admitted with a shrug. “I figured today would just be throwing spaghetti at the wall to see if anything stuck.”

“I think she might look good in something flowy,” Pepper interjected. “Nothing that looks like a cupcake.”

“Why don’t we take a look around, I’ll make some suggestions, we’ll pull things you like,” Sophia suggested, gesturing for Grace and Pepper to join her.

They walked from rack to rack and Sophia pulled a variety of gowns to show them, describing in great detail the beading or lace work, explaining things about draping, stitching, gathering, the needs for petticoats and so on. Almost every gown in the store was strapless but Sophia insisted any gown could have straps or sleeves added. There were formal ball gowns with full skirts, fitted skirts that looked like mermaid tails, skimpy cocktail dresses, which Sophia said were usually a second dress for the reception. Grace could see the dollar signs in her eyes as she detailed how some brides had a formal gown for the ceremony, something a little less formal for photos, and something casual for the reception.

“Do you have a price point you need to stay under?”

“No,” Pepper answered, shaking her head, her signature high ponytail swaying behind her. “We’d like to keep things reasonable though. Nothing too over the top.”

“I’m not comfortable spending more than a thousand dollars on a dress I’m only going to wear once,” Grace interjected, casting a horrified glance at Pepper. She leaned in to whisper. “Are you sure this isn’t too much, Pepper? I mean, these gowns are really expensive.”

She hadn’t seen a single gown priced under five thousand dollars on any of the racks they’d looked at already. That was more than she felt comfortable spending on any piece of clothing, let alone a dress she’d only wear for one day.

“Grace,” Pepper smiled fondly at her, taking her hands. “You don’t have to worry about the price. Just find the dress you love.”

“Let’s try to keep it at or under five thousand,” Grace told Sophia, whose face fell, but only for a moment.

They picked eight different gowns to try first, all of varying styles. There were different shades to try from too, ivory, cream, champagne. She tried them all on, hoping each time that it would be the one. But nothing felt right.

“Not that one either?” Pepper asked, seeing the look on Grace’s face as she looked at her reflection, trying not to frown. “That silhouette is nice on you.”

“I think it’s the color,” Grace admitted. “I hate white.”

But it wasn’t just the color. A painful, grief-striken feeling had sunk in and Grace didn’t know if she could go on much longer. Sophia had put her in a dozen dresses at that point and she felt herself growing more and more depressed, not excited, not hopeful.

“Let’s get you out of this,” Sophia insisted, helping her down from the pedestal where she modeled each dress for Pepper. “I’ll see what I can find in the back. Something with color.”

“Thanks, but I think I’m done for the day.”

Grace shook her head, feeling her eyes burning, a telltale sign that tears weren’t far away. If not for the dress weighing her down, she would’ve bolted back into the dressing room. Not that she wanted to make a scene, but since everyone had already signed NDAs, if she did have a minor meltdown, they couldn’t tell anyone. And if they tried, she knew her dad would sue the shit out of them. And this was one instance in which she’d encourage him to go for it.

“Ok, hon,” Sophia seemed to note her mood shift. “Why don’t we go get you out of this.”

“I’ve got it,” Pepper got up from her seat on the couch and took Grace’s hand, leading her back to the changing room. She peered both ways down the little hall to make sure that they were alone, before closing the door. “All right, kiddo,” she started in on the long line of buttons down the back of the dress. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Grace,” Pepper leaned around her so she could look her in the eye, letting her know that she didn’t buy it. “Come on, something is wrong.”

“I…” there really wasn’t an easy way to tell the truth, because she knew it would hurt her feelings. “I just always thought this was something I’d do with my mom.” She sniffled.

“Oh, Grace,” Pepper came around in front of her and wrapped her up in a hug as she broke down. She rubbed her back and stroked her hair as Grace pressed her forehead against her shoulder and cried silent, subdued tears. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so excited to be here with you for all this wedding stuff, I didn’t stop to think about how you might be missing your parents.”

“I love that you’re excited for me, and I love having you helping me with all this wedding stuff, but I’m struggling,” she clung to Pepper like a life raft in a choppy sea. “I’m a shrink, I know all the stuff to expect with grief, how to deal with it, but I’m not doing great. I should be happy, because I have you and I have Dad. That’s so much more than I ever hoped for, but I miss my Mom and Dad.”

Pepper squished her closer and continued to rub her back as she cried. It wasn’t an ugly, uncontrollable sob, just silent tears and weak sniffles. Grace had known since she was a kid that her parents might not be around for big milestones in her life. Graduating high school, college and med school very young had helped a little on that front, and they’d been there in the crowd at each ceremony, cheering her on, giving her flowers and telling her how proud they were of her. But they had been in their mid-fifties when they adopted her so she had always braced herself to experience a huge chunk of her life without them. Then the car accident happened and they were gone sooner than she expected. It didn’t seem fair.

“I thought I’d worked through all of this,” she said, shaking her head. “It’s been almost eight years. I didn’t think it would be this hard still.”

“It’s ok, Grace,” Pepper reassured her. “Of course you’re sad, of course it’s difficult. You let yourself be sad. I’ll ease up on the planning too.” She pulled back and wiped the tears away from Grace’s eyes and cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. “Today was just to get ideas. You don’t have to pick a dress yet. You don’t have to pick a wedding planner, date, venue, anything. Take all the time you need.”

“Thank you,” she hugged her tighter.

There was a knock on the door of the dressing room, making Grace pull in a deep breath and step back, wiping her eyes hastily. She opened the door and found Sophia on the other side with a golden wedding gown in her arms.

“I know you said you were done,” she said, “but I saw this while I was in the back and I thought you might like to give it a shot. Flowy skirt, corseted bodice, off the shoulder. And it’s on sale,” she added, clearly worried that Grace would cut her off. “It’s fifteen hundred, so a little more than you personally wanted, but still very reasonable.” She glanced down at the gown in her arms. “The color will complement whatever suit your groom wears and, well, it made me think of the gold in Mr. Stark’s Iron Man armor, so I thought maybe you might like that.”

“That’s very kind of you, Sophia,” Pepper smiled gently, “but I think we’re done for the day.”

“I do like the color though,” Grace spoke up, eyeballing the dress. It caught her attention far more than any other she’d seen that day. “It’s beautiful.”

“We can do whatever you want, Gracie,” Pepper encouraged her. “If you want to try it on, you try it on.”

“It feels nice,” she toyed with the fabric. “And it’s priced well,” she mused. “I think I want to try it. You go back out to the couch and if I like it, you’ll get to see it.”

“Ok,” Pepper nodded, brushing Grace’s hair back and tucking it behind her ear and kissing her on the cheek before slipping out of the dressing room.

Sophia stepped in, hanging the dress up before helping her get out of the one she’d had on. It seemed like there must have been a hundred buttons to undo, but once they got it off and Grace stepped into the golden gown, she felt a breathless, magical sensation. Running her hands down the corseted bodice, she admired her reflection. The off the shoulder sleeves were sheer and gauzy and starburst patterns of gemstones covered every inch of the skirt, twinkling like a starry night. It was airy and delicate, everything Grace hadn’t known she wanted.

“I see that sparkle in your eye,” Sophia grinned in the mirror from behind her, still fastening up the back. “This is the one, isn’t it?”

“I think it is,” Grace nodded.

“Let’s go show Miss Potts.”

The saleswoman beamed, her eyes crinkling up with glee. Grace had a feeling that despite not getting the big commission she probably anticipated when she heard she’d be finding a dress for Tony Stark’s daughter, Sophia took pride in finding every one of her brides their perfect dress. She practically bounced along behind Grace as she floated her way back to the pedestal and stepped up. Pepper’s jaw dropped and she lit up, clapping her hands together in front of her mouth as she grinned from ear to ear. Grace couldn’t stop laughing and blushing, the low from five minutes prior shifting to a much higher high.

“You look divine,” Pepper exclaimed. “Grace, if you don’t buy that dress –”

“Oh, this is the one,” Grace turned around to look at herself in the triple paneled mirror, turning this way and that to see every angle. “I feel like a goddess.”

Pepper paid for the gown, which would be properly packed and delivered on another day, and they made their way home in the town car, with Grace feeling more open to talking about wedding planning than she had been earlier. Admitting that she missed her Mom, acknowledging the pain, seemed to lessen it. She told Pepper about one particular farm she and Steve had looked at upstate with a spectacular barn turned event space, how she wanted to give out caramel apples as favors, and how she wanted Steve to be in a royal blue suit, because blue was absolutely his color.

“I have a picture of one, let me show you,” Grace pulled out her phone and turned it on, waiting for it to boot up.

“Oh, I should check to see if your father’s texted,” Pepper pulled her phone out of her pocket and turned it back on as well.

They’d agreed to have a no phones afternoon while in the boutique, so Grace fished hers out as well. As both phones came to life, the backseat of the car was filled with a chorus of notification pings that brought the high of the day’s outing crashing to the ground.

“Avengers cause mayhem in Lagos,” she read one headline out loud. “At least seven dead, hundreds injured.”

A heavy sigh escaped Pepper’s lips as she clicked her phone off and put it away again. Propping her elbow against the car door, her head in her hand, she went to a weird contemplative place, the one she always went to when things went awry in the superhero world. She didn’t talk about it a lot, but Grace knew that her dad being a superhero stressed Pepper out in ways that very few other people could understand. They relied heavily on each other when their boyfriends were out saving the world together, focused mostly on distraction, trying to avoid the gnawing fear that maybe this time would be the mission that Steve or Tony or both never came back from. Anything could happen and being the ones left behind caused an indescribable lingering dread. Being the ones to comfort them when they came home was a battle no one could ever prepare for either. There was no guide for consoling your superhero when they couldn’t save everyone. Grace often likened it to being a military spouse, but the stakes were often much higher.

“I know that what your father does is good,” Pepper murmured, eyes shut, face pained. “I know it comes from a good place, but I wish he could walk away. Maybe it’s selfish of me, but sometimes I just want a normal life, not battling evil robots, aliens, psycho evil genius ex-boyfriends. I want to be able to have a life where he does good things the way other people do, volunteering, raising awareness for charitable causes, donating money. Not fist fighting actual supervillains.”

“I know,” Grace knew how hard it was for her to say anything that seemed remotely like it might be complaining. She felt the same way about Steve being Captain America a lot of the time. “It’s hard, knowing the world needs them but wishing it didn’t. I don’t think it’s selfish to want a normal life. It’s … normal.”

Pepper pinched her brow, massaging lightly as though a headache were coming on. She opened her eyes and turned to look at Grace.

“Do you ever think about asking Steve to give it up?”

“All the time,” she laughed. “And I feel like an absolute monster for it every time it crosses my mind.”

“Because the world needs Captain America, just like it needs Iron Man,” Pepper sighed.

“Steve insists that when we have kids, I guess when I get pregnant, he’ll retire,” Grace said. “I don’t know how to tell him that I wish he’d be willing to give up saving the world for me, not just for our potential children.”

“I don’t think they know how to do anything else at this point,” Pepper shook her head. “I really don’t. What’s your father going to do all day if he’s not updating his armor and running off on missions?”

“Oh, he’ll find something to keep himself occupied,” Grace snickered. “All that wild genius energy, he’ll put it to good use. Probably put half of the other tech startups in the world completely out of business singlehandedly. Steve on the other hand…all he’s ever known is being a soldier. And before that all he knew was wanting to be a soldier, training to be a soldier, obsession with figuring out how to become a soldier. Dad was always an inventor before. It feels like Steve will lose his whole identity.”

The car came to a stop in front of Stark Tower and the valets came hurrying around to each passenger side door to let them out. They walked side by side into the residential lobby, where the security staff greeted them as always with a friendly hello, which they returned.

“Friday, is Tony home yet?” Pepper asked when they stepped into the elevator.

“Yes, Miss Potts,” the AI answered as the elevator began its rapid ascent to the penthouse. “Mr. Stark, Captain Rogers, and Agent Romanoff are all on premises.”

“Well, how about you deal with your boyfriend, I’ll deal with mine, and we all meet up for dinner in the penthouse, say around seven?” Pepper suggested and Grace nodded.

Without having pressed the button, Friday stopped the elevator on the floor for Steve’s apartment. Really it had become Steve and Grace’s place since he’d come back from his six-month stint training the newest Avengers. She had moved more clothes and stuff down from the penthouse, slept there pretty much every night, and ate most of her meals there as well.

“I’ll see you at dinner,” Grace gave Pepper a kiss on the cheek. “Give Dad a hug for me.”

“Of course,” she nodded.

The lights were out in the living room when she got into the apartment and tossed her purse and keys on the table by the door. Standing silent for a moment, she heard the faint sound of water running, coming from the direction of the master bath, so she made her way back there. Steve’s shield lay on the foot of the bed, his suit balled up in the hamper. Grace knew from experience not to look too closely at it, since he only ever balled it up like that when there was blood or soot or both. It felt funny, knowing that her superhero boyfriend just popped his suit in the washing machine at the end of the day.

Feels like there should be some sort of superhero laundry service or specialized machine. Not just your every day casual cycle in the front loader.

She ran a hand over the shield, not only the universal symbol of all the good her boyfriend stood for, but also a piece of equipment fashioned by her grandfather’s hands for his friend, the thing that kept him safe while he saved the world. The shower cut off and Grace stepped away from the shield, knowing that Steve really didn’t like her thinking too much on his superhero identity. He was probably already upset about the collateral damage, she didn’t want to add to it. A minute later, Steve stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, wet hair slicked back. He caught sight of her and a brief, soft smile crossed his lips.

“Hey,” he strode over and cupped her face, tilting it upwards so he could kiss her softly. She watched his eyes close blissfully as their lips met, before she melted into him, eyes shutting too. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she answered. “I saw the news...”

“Don’t.”

He shook his head before his head fell, chin to his chest, unable to look her in the eye. He wandered away, going to his dresser. He opened up a drawer and began rooting around for a pair of boxers. Once he found the pair he was looking for and pulled them on, he dropped his towel into the hamper on top of his suit, as though trying to bury it. Heaving a sigh, he plucked his shield up and carried it into the closet, where he always kept it on a top shelf, out of sight. Grace felt her heart ache when she saw how drawn his face was, the unspoken burden of feeling like a failure. Without a word, she hurried over and pulled him into a hug, resting her head against his bare chest as she wrapped him tightly in her arms. There were times when she knew to push him to talk and others when she knew all he really needed was to be held. This was one of those instances when nothing she could say would make a difference. She knew he had already thought of anything she could possibly say to try and ease his guilt. Steve clutched her tight to his chest, resting his head atop of hers, taking deep breaths in an attempt to soothe himself.

“There was a Hydra agent,” he muttered, “he mentioned Bucky. Said that Bucky recognized me, knew me the first time he saw me again in D.C. It distracted me and because it distracted me, people died.”

“You’re a human being, Steve,” she tipped her face upward to look at him. “You can’t expect yourself to never get distracted, to never react emotionally, to never have normal human responses to things. You can’t beat yourself up for that. It’s ok to be upset that lives were lost, but—”

“But I can’t let it consume me,” he sighed, repeating the advice she always gave him. “I know,” he glanced down, a frown still on his lips. “I just need a little time. Maybe some distraction.”

“Well, we’re supposed to have dinner with my Dad and Pepper tonight,” she offered. “Last I heard Dad wants to break in his new pizza oven and he’s been going on and on about some culinary blog post all about pickle pizza, so there should be plenty to distract.”

Steve chuckled, genuinely amused. With one final squeeze and a kiss to the top of her head, he let her go and wandered back over to his dresser to find some clothes. Grace dropped to a seat on the foot of the bed, watching him, entranced by the way his back muscles rippled underneath his skin with every motion. A fluttering sensation filled her as she did.

“So, what did you and Pepper do today?” He asked, stooping down to pull a pair of black jeans out of the bottom drawer.

“Oh,” Grace felt silly telling him about it, since it seemed so frivolous compared to what he’d done in the last forty-eight hours, but he said he wanted distraction. “Pepper got me an appointment at a really swanky bridal boutique to try on wedding gowns.”

“Oh?” Steve turned around and stepped one foot into his jeans, then the other. “Even though we haven’t set a date?”

He pulled the jeans up over his hips, buttoned and zipped them, and Grace felt a heat between her legs, eyeing his half-naked body, wondering if it would be inappropriate, given the circumstances of his day, to coax him into bed. She could never be sure where that line was, from day to day, mission to mission, but she couldn’t help but be turned on by him, dressed, half-dressed, or naked.

“Focus, Grace,” he laughed, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

“Sorry, she grinned sheepishly, a burning blush spreading through her cheeks. “I can’t help it sometimes. You’re ridiculously attractive.”

“So, you’ve said, many times,” he laughed. “You don’t exactly make things easy for me either, you know,” he smirked, making her whole body burn.

He turned around and pulled open the drawer he kept his short sleeve shirts in, rummaging around for one he wanted to wear. He pulled out a black Guns N’ Roses shirt, a gift from Tony, and pulled it on. He had mentioned that he had enjoyed a few of their songs, after Tony had recommended them, and the shirt had shown up a few days later. The sleeves strained against his biceps and his torso tested the tensile strength of the rest of it as well.

“Did you have any luck at the boutique?” He asked.

He opened up a small top drawer, choosing a watch and placing it on his wrist, taking his time to clasp it. Despite the fact that, like everyone, he typically had his cellphone on him at all times, he insisted on wearing a watch every day. It was a simple little luxury he’d never thought he could have when he was a kid, so now that he had a little more money to play with, and friends who could gift him nice watches, he had a whole collection of very nice wristwatches. The one he was putting on was one Grace had bought him for Christmas the previous year, with a black leather band and gold accents.

“I did,” she nodded. “It’ll go very nicely with that beautiful blue suit I want you to get. Oh, and this morning that farm we liked, the one with that beautiful barn?” He nodded. “They emailed me to let me know they have September fifteenth free next year.”

The fifteenth of September was the date they considered their official anniversary, the day that Grace had gone out to D.C. the first time. They had agreed that was the day they wanted to get married, so as to keep everything simple. Nothing else in their lives ever seemed to be, so it felt like a good thing to hold onto. Steve brightened as he came over and leaned down to kiss her.

“Tell them we’ll take it,” he insisted. “Then we can send save the dates, which I’m sure Pepper will be thrilled about.”

“If you think I’m the only one getting dragged to the stationary store to look at eight hundred different paper and font combinations, think again, Captain,” she stated.

“I’m not about to abandon my best girl,” he shook his head before looking her deeply in the eye, “I’m with you every step of the way.”

Chapter 37

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does that make us a family?

part 2 of THE HYRDA BABY?

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

so it seems as though yall really liked the first part, so by popular demand, here i am again baristas 💅

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summary: the reader brings barney home and nat's reaction shocks them to say the least

natasha romanoff x supersoldier!reader guys it happens 🔫

wanda, tony, cap and clint make their way out of the quinjet with you close behind, barney on your hip and her bags in hand.

steve had informed dr. helen cho and bruce about barney and wanted them to take her for a check up, though you were adamant that you needed to stay by her side at all times.

once you guys are in the compound, helen and bruce are there to take you and barney to medbay.

"so, you found the child in a hydra lab?" helen asks you and you nod,

"yeah! barney was all by herself." you say and helen smiles and looks down at barney,

"hey there little girl!"

barney smiles and babbles something and bruce let's out a chuckle as he looks down at his check board.

"so, ms y/l/n, is it okay if i can take barney to the examination room?"

"uhhh.... can i come with her?"

"i don't see why not."

you follow the two doctors to the exam room.

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"ok we're all done! she is fine and healthy! though, there is some sort of liquid flowing through her system that we are unable to identify at the moment, but it's not affecting her in any way." dr. cho explains and you nod slowly.

you look toward barney who is sitting in bruce's lap as he does the last check ups and then to helen with a small frown.

"is it hurting her?"

"oh no! it's nothing like that. the consistency looks very familiar, so i want to take a sample of her blood to run some tests. is that alright with you?"

"yeah that's okay."

after the sample was taken, you are given the go to leave the lab and you make your way up to the main area in the compound.

"kotenok!" you hear nat call as she runs over to you.

"oh my gosh! are you ok? are you hurt?"

"tasha! tasha! calm down baby im alright!" you laugh and nat let's out a sigh of relief.

natasha has always been protective of you ever since the team had saved you from the hydra facility and reversing the mind control serum. steve and bucky helped you train and control the super solider urge to throw people across the room. sometimes you think that nat forgets you have the strength of 6 lions and a steam train!

"but i heard you were in medbay! what happened? are you sure you're not hurt!"

"i promise im fine tasha! the medbay appointment wasn't for me." you tell her, and nat looks at you confused.

"huh?"

"it was for her."

you pull the yellow blanket down to reveal a sleeping barney. nat let's out a gasp as she looks down at the small kid.

"a child?" nat asks, covering her mouth in shock.

"yeah.... her name's barney. she was in one of the labs, left alone after the evacuation sirens went off."

nat's eyes soften when she hears that and strokes barney's cheek softly which causes barney to stir slightly, waking up slowly. she gazes up at nat with what looked like adoration.

"hi honey! how are ya?"

"guess what tasha?"

"what?"

"she can understand russian-"

"БОЖЕ МОЙ! ты русский ребенок? ты маленький комочек радости, милая!" nat says excitedly and you let her take barney out of your arms and she spins her around.

barney laughs and nat places a kiss on her forehead. you start to tear up a bit when you see the bond between your girlfriend and barney. you laugh when you see barney give nat a sloppy opened mouth kiss on her cheek and the rest of the team let out a chorus of their own laughs.

"Спасибо! какой милый ребенок!"

"tasha baby?"

"detka?"

"are you ok with this?"

"with what y/n/n?"

"with this. me bringing a child back home?" you question, wanting to know if the widow was comfortable with having the responsibility of caring for a child at this time. natasha walks back over to you and places her hand on your cheek,

"y/n. what you did was the right thing to do. barney here could've gotten hurt, or even worse, died. you acted out of the kindness of your heart and that's all that matters to me. i am more than happy to take barney in as my own. as our daughter. we can raise her together, show her real love and even teach her how to take down a whole fleet of agents in due time. i'd love nothing more than to do this with you y/n. there's no one i'd rather do it with."

you begin to tear up again at nat's words and she pulls you into a hug.

"i love you tasha. so much." you say genuinely and give her a kiss.

"i love you too."

"не плачь мама!" barney says as she wipes your face with her hands in an attempt to get the tears off. you and nat laugh and you look at the two girls who are in your arms.

"does that make us a family?"

"yes, the perfect one."

suddenly, rudely ruining the moment, you hear,

"so i'm uncle clint right!?"

"i better be uncle buck!"

"i wanna be aunt wanda!"

"gosh detka, just wait until kate and yelena find out."

i was thinking about a possible part 3??? there would be a few laughs in there. that's guaranteed 😌

#marvel #the avengers #the avengers x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff x gender neutral reader #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #wanda maximoff x platonic!reader #tony stark #bucky barnes

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A new development (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: hey! can i request the reader being pregnant and being really nervous about how adrian will react to it

Yes you can!

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Warnings: small amount of angst, cursing, mentions of violence, and mentions of sex

Adrian was worried. Well you both were, but he was on the verge of panicking. You were sick. You had been sick for the past two weeks. Every morning was spent with you heaving over the toilet. Spewing everything.

“Please promise you’ll go to the doctor-” Your gagging interrupted him. He grimaced after you popped your head up.

“Sorry..and no I’m pretty sure I just have a small stomach bug-”

“No it’s been too long for it to just be a stomach bug. Now please listen to me and go to the doctor!” Adrian pleaded with you. You waved your hand.

“No trust me if I felt really sick I’d go. How about I make a deal with you? If i continue vomiting for the rest of this week, I’ll make the appointment.”

Adrian groaned. “Fine, but if you get worser I will force you to the doctor myself.” You smiled standing up to brush your teeth.

“I have my thing today, but I can cancel-”

“Absolutely not. The team needs you. You know that!” Adrian pouted as you lectured him. “I promise I’ll be fine! Besides you’ll be back in two days time!” You smiled giving him a small kiss.

“It’s a quick mission.” You nodded.

“I know hun. I already helped you pack. You gotta get going actually already.” Adrian nodded grabbing his armor.

“I’ll call when I can.” Adrian kissed you once more. “I know you will. Bye Adrian..” He smiled pulling you into one last kiss.

“You better go to the doctor if you get worse!”

“I will!!” Adrian smiled taking one more glance at you before taking off. “Love you!” He yelled out.

“I love you too..” You sighed once he left. Truth was you had a doctors appointment later on that day. You had a small inkling to what might be making you sick, but you didn’t want to tell Adrian until you were fully sure.

You were about eighty percent sure you were pregnant. It had shocked you at first, but it all made sense. The morning sickness and the weight you’d put on. Not to mention your period was late and you usually took pride in the fact that your period was never late.

You had bought pregnancy tests a while back, but were too scared to use them. Pregnancy test were not always accurate and you still would have your doctors appointment.

Sighing you rummaged through the cabinets under the restroom sink. Opening the box, you read the instructions. Ten minutes..shouldn’t be too hard.

Siting at the edge of the bed, you tapped your foot impatiently anxiously waiting for your alarm to go off. The stick mocked you as it sat on your dresser. You stood up pacing the floor immediately jumping for the stick the second your alarm went off.

Positive...

Two lines meant positive. You shook your head. They weren’t always accurate. You grabbed the box deciding to take the other two test. No way they’d all be positive right?

All three of the test came out positive.

You stared down at all three positive sticks throwing them in a ziplock bag for now. You still had the doctors appointment. Grunting, you got dressed and headed out feeling on edge. Maybe the test weren’t right? The doctor would help deny any chance of you being pregnant.

“Congratulations Ms.L/N you are pregnant.” Your eyes widened in shock as you grabbed your stomach. The doctor began to explain how you needed to have an ultrasound as soon as possible.

Fuck.

“Doctor are you sure?” He nodded.

“You’re about two months along. I’m gonna have the nurse come in to set an appointment for tomorrow morning. Let’s get you a picture. Congrats once again Ms. L/N.”

You sat on your bedroom floor at home staring at the wall still in shock by today’s events.You rubbed your hand over your stomach. There was a tiny bean in there...

Were you ready to be a parent? Was Adrian ready to be a parent? Holy crap how would Adrian react?! Did he even want kids?! You both hadn’t talked about it before. Would he be angry? Would he leave?

No he wouldn’t leave. Adrian wasn’t that type of person...right? Maybe he’d be just as excited as you were...What would you do if he left?..

Your eyes grew teary as you sat there pondering all the possibilities. Jumping a bit you looked down seeing your phone buzzing. “Hey nugget!!” You smiled wiping your tears away hearing Adrian’s voice.

“Hi Adrian..”

Adrian grinned hearing you. “What are you still doing awake Y/N? It’s two in the morning.” You chuckled.

“I honestly hadn’t noticed..Are you coming home soon?” Adrian nodded.

“Yeah I should be back by tomorrow night! How are you feeling by the way? Still sicky?” You breathlessly laughed a bit at his question.

“Yeah don’t worry i have an appointment with the doctor tomorrow morning.”

“Oh..I’m glad you made one. Let me know what they say okay?”

“Yeah I’ll let you know..I’d love to talk to you, but I should get some sleep.” “You should Y/N. Okay I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“I love you too Adrian. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You hung up with a sigh.

The next morning, you got dressed and headed out for your ultrasound. Adrian had came back earlier than he thought he would, so he decided to surprise you. He had only been gone for a day, but he had missed you so much.

You sighed once you came home. The picture of your baby sat in your bag in an envelope. How were you going to tell Adrian?...

Groaning, you threw yourself on the couch. “Fuck....” You cursed gripping the pillow. “You okay?” You screamed falling off the couch throwing the closest thing to you.

“Ow!...” Adrian groaned out holding his forehead. “Adrian?..” He nodded as you smiled sheepishly.

“I decide to surprise you and you in return throw a remote control at me!” He pouted as you got up.

“I’m sorry love.” Adrian smiled kissing you. “You’re lucky I can’t stay mad at you.” You smiled.

“I can make it up to you later tonight if you’re up for it.” Adrian smirked. “You know I always am.” He leaned down kissing you. You grabbed your bag deciding to head to your room for a shower.

“Okay let me shower first and we could maybe watch a movie and cuddle after?” Adrian nodded. “And later I get sex-” You covered his mouth flustered.

“Don’t.” He kissed your palm smiling. “Oh wait before you go!” You halted facing him.

“What did the doctor say? Are you okay?” You nodded wanting to reassure him.

“Yeah I was right just a small stomach bug he gave me some medicine for it.I have to pick it up tomorrow.”

Prenatal vitamins.

“Oh okay I’m glad it wasn’t too serious. Alright go shower sicky.” Adrian kissed your cheek once more before heading to the kitchen.

Walking into the restroom, you turned the water on sitting on the edge of the tub going over your options. Adrian had a right to know. He needed to know, but what would he do after he knew? How would he react?

Would you be able to raise this baby without him?...

As you stood in the shower washing the day away, you began to tear up scared of Adrian leaving. Stupid hormones weren’t making it easier. You quietly sobbed feeling overwhelmed.

Adrian smiled seeing his small set up for you. He brought out the blankets and got your favorite snacks for you. “She’s gonna love this.” Adrian hummed as he placed an order for a pizza.

After he placed the order, he walked to the closet to get changed stopping once he heard a whimper. It was you. Were you crying? Why? Were you hurt?

He knocked the door calling out for you, “Y/N?” Your breath hitched hearing him. “You okay?” You wiped your hands over your face hoping he wouldn’t be able to hear the cracking in your voice.

“Yeah Adrian..I’m okay!” He looked at the door in confusion. Adrian knew you like the back of his hand. You were his favorite person in the whole world and universe. He made sure to take the time to study your mannerisms. He knew...

You were lying to him.

“Can I come in?” You shook your head quickly.

“No I uh just need a minute.Plus I don’t look so good right now!” Adrian snorted.

“I’ve literally been holding your hair back watching you vomit this entire week. Y/N I have seen you at your best and your worse. I could care less how you look. To me you’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

You stood silent before getting out wrapping a towel around yourself. Adrian sighed seeing your red teary face after you opened the door. He pulled you into a tight hug letting you cry into his chest.

“What happened?” You hiccuped a bit rubbing your face in his chest. “I wanna tell you, but I’m scared you’re gonna be mad at me or hate me.” Adrian rubbed your back reassuringly.

“Nothing you do will ever make me hate you. I am so fucking obsessed with you Y/N. I fucking adore you dude. I’m stuck with you for the long haul okay? I don’t think you understand that you have completely ruined me for anyone else. I can’t see myself with anyone but you.”

“Besides I’m pretty sure whatever you did isn’t as bad as you think.” Adrian kissed your forehead.You sighed pulling away getting changed before heading to your bag.

“Here..” You handed him the ziplock bag with the three pregnancy sticks. Adrian looked at them in confusion. He opened the bag to grab one, but before he could you slapped his hand.

“Don’t touch those! I peed on them!”

“Ew!! Why did you pee on three sticks?!”

“They’re not sticks Adrian!! They’re pregnancy test!”

“What?...” He looked at you in shock as you nodded. You handed him the envelope with the picture of your ultrasound.

“I’m pregnant. I found out yesterday and got the ultrasound today..Adrian they’re so beautiful..but I understand if you don’t want to do this. I am fully prepared to raise them alone-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Adrian stood up pulling you into a kiss. You made a small muffled noise against him as he cradled your face.

“Holy shit..Holy shit!” He grinned widely kissing you again. “You’re pregnant!” You nodded as he bent down hugging your waist. “Our kid is inside of you! Our baby!!” Adrian stood up hugging you again. “Fuck I love you. I love you so much! Thank you...thank you..”

You smiled in relief as he looked at the ultrasound again. “You’re right...They’re so pretty..” He laughed before looking at you. “Wait you thought I’d hate you for this.You really thought I’d leave you..I would never....”

You nodded. “No I’d never do that to you. I’d never leave you..Y/N this is everything I’ve ever wanted. I never thought I’d get to have a family. Thank you. I’m actually a bit offended you thought I’d leave you. I could never leave you..”

“I’m sorry..I was just scared..” Adrian shook his head pulling you into another hug.

You smiled tearfully as he kissed your face everywhere. “Holy shit we’re gonna be parents!!” You nodded.

“We are..” Adrian pulled you to lay with him kissing your stomach. “I’m so happy..” He muttered to you while cuddling you close.

“I am too..I was scared because we never talked about having kids.”

Adrian smiled, “I know we never talked about it..but I am so ready to raise this kid with you. This is a new development, but this is so fucking dope. I am so excited for them to come.”

“I’m just wondering how this still happened Adrian-”

He snorted. “Y/N we fucked how else would this happen?” You glared at him as he nuzzled into your neck. “I mean made love if you wanna be all sappy and shit.”

“No we fucked Adrian..” He hummed. “Yup and now we got a baby on the way..” You both sighed.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this Adrian?” He nodded. “Why wouldn’t I be? I want this so bad with you. You are never leaving me got it?” You nodded.

“Got it.” Adrian kissed your cheek resting his hand over your stomach. “You are both the most important thing in this entire world to me...”

“I love you...”

Adrian smiled hearing you. He was so happy. So filled with excitement for your guys baby to arrive. As he stared down at you, he couldn’t help but feel so elated.

“Our baby is gonna be so cool..” He muttered kissing your forehead.

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michelle-is-writing · 3 years

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Family Matters, Greg House

Word count: 1.7k~

In the time I’ve worked at Princeton-Plainsboro teaching hospital, some might say I'm the bubbly doctor in our group. Although I don’t know how true this might be, I do know everyone can agree I'm definitely more bubbly than doctor Gregory House, but that's for another day to discuss. I'm usually the one people send in to try and cheer up patients. Because of this, I mostly work in the pediatrics ward where young, sick children are. Sometimes, I have an easy time talking to the kids and making them happier, and sometimes, I don't; usually, when I'm upset, I have a hard time.

Right now, I'm having a very difficult time.

A young New Jersey girl at the age of 11 had developed mastoiditis, an infection that affects the mastoid bone above the ear and is typically caused by a middle ear infection. Usually, this all clears up, but sadly, this infection had grown to be so bad that the girl ended up with only twenty-three percent of her hearing left in the one ear. Although this is the case, I'm not having a hard time because of the girl's loss of hearing, no.

I have my own problems at the moment.

Since I'm working in the children's ward, I don't get to see Wilson or Greg as much as I want to. Despite Greg's tendency to be an asshole, he's still my best friend and not to mention that Wilson is the kind of guy anyone can talk to about anything. However, our schedules are all different, so, as I said: we don't get to see each other that often.

At least they're still in my life though. For my family, I can’t say the same. Recently, I've just lost the closest person to me in my family; although it wasn’t through death, but through immaturity and childishness. Because of this, all of my other family members have closed me out as well, causing me to be alone. With all of my friends busy and my family shutting me out, I have no one to talk to or enjoy time with... no one. I can't even get a boyfriend for Christ's sake, and it's not like the guy I have my eyes on actually likes me back. Greg is the type of guy you can easily fall in love with, yet at the same, you really shouldn't.

"Doctor (y/n)," the young girl by the name of Jessie states. Putting all my focus back on her, I remind myself not become distracted anymore today. This isn’t the first time, unfortunately. "Will my hearing ever return?"

I smile sadly at her and shake my head. "I'm sorry, Jessie," I tell her. "Your hearing in that ear won't return, but it's not a bad thing!" I assure her. She smiles in relief. "We can always get you a hearing aid, and that will help get your hearing back to normal again, but the wait might be a little long," I explain. "Is that okay with you?"

She nods her head at my question. "I'm okay with that, doctor (Y/n)," Jessie tells me, "I'll have my family help me until then," she smiles brightly. "You can always look up to your family, right?" She states, confident in her words.

Tears slowly rising to my eyes at the thought, I nod and quickly blink them away. "That's right," I tell her, still smiling. "And don't you ever forget it," looking toward her parents, I nod my head. "The discharge nurse will be here in a few moments with the papers. If you'll excuse me..."

Without another word, I quickly leave the room and walk as fast as I can to the nearest empty room. I prefer going to James’ office instead, but it's two floors away, and I don't want any awkward elevator trips. So, before I have a mental breakdown in the middle of the hallway, I find an unlocked janitorial closet before walking in and closing the door behind me, ultimately sliding down the hardwood door once it's shut.

Sitting on the cold, tile floor, I begin sobbing as quiet as I can, my hand covering my mouth. I already had my family drama on my mind all day, but for that girl to unintentionally throw it back in my face? That was the frosting on top of the already leaning, three-layer cake.

Tears stream down my cheeks like raindrops as I cry my heart out. I can tell my cheeks are red by the sensation of heat I currently feel on them; my hands feel it too. I'm crying so hard my chest begins to heave up and down as if I were having a panic attack. Oh God, I can't have a panic attack. Not here, not now.

Behind me, I feel two knocks on the door, causing me to halt. The only problem is: the knock wasn't above me, it was where my back is against the door. Remind you, I'm currently sitting on the floor. The only way someone can knock that low is if there is a midget behind the door there or someone used something like a cane... it's Greg.

Slowly moving up a little, I shakily open the door and let the grey haired man in, watching as he looks at me with pity. I've never seen the confident doctor House look like this with anyone. It's like a... a totally different Greg.

Sitting down beside me against the door, Greg drops his cane beside him as he sighs and wraps his arm around me before gently tugging my body close to his. Shocked, I tense up, tears no longer pouring out of my eyes. Greg never comforts anyone like this. He always makes fun of them or says something that many people take offense to, but he never... he never cares. He always brushes it off his shoulder, yet for some reason, he seems like he actually cares this time.

"What's wrong?" He asks, his voice deep as usual with no emotion.

I wait a few seconds before lying. "Nothing important," I tell him, my voice wavering from my scattered emotions.

Pulling me back to face him, Greg looks me in the eye before sighing again. "I know you've been crying by the wet tears on your cheeks, slight puffiness, and redness to your eyes, and fast-paced breathing - and I don’t even have to be a doctor to notice that," he breaks down my current state, lifting an eyebrow. "Now, are you going to begrudgingly tell me what's wrong or do I need to stay in here with you until you finally give in to all my unrelenting sexiness."

His comment makes me laugh, causing a grimace of a smile to fall on House's lips. Out of all of us, I've been the only one to do that. I've been the only one to break Greg's stone exterior and interior. Plus, It doesn't help that I like Greg romantically. I like the fact that he's confident and witty; he's not afraid to be himself. Although, he can still be quite an ass to others, but to me, he’s always been nothing but kind. Even when I first started working here, he was still patient and sweet - a rare sight to everyone else. It used to hurt me to think he’ll never feel the same way as me, but I’ve gotten so used to that fact that it doesn’t even bother me anymore.

"It's just... my family," I explain, Greg pushing my head back onto his shoulder as he holds me. At this point, I'm not shocked by anything he does. The infamous doctor could be high for all I know. He probably took a few Vicodin tablets before coming down here now that I think of it.

"They've completely... shut me out," I explain, shrugging as I rest my hand on his shoulder. "They never talk to me anymore, they've blocked me in any way of even trying to talk to them. My cousin just sent me an email last night telling me that I didn't need to contact them anymore as they no longer wanted me in their lives," I close my eyes, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Plus, I wish I could work with you guys again," I take a breath before saying the next thing. "I miss you."

A few seconds of silence pass before Greg leans down to my face level. Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by his own sapphire orbs, watching as he continually inches forward until his lips plant themselves on mine. Our eyes close at the same time in response to the touch of our lips, and they stay that way too. With my heart beating fast and a different fire in my cheeks, I instantly respond to his kiss while placing my hands on the sides of his face, feeling his hands attach themselves to my hips as I do so. We kiss until we have to breathe, both of us pulling apart simultaneously.

"They don't deserve you," Greg tells me, a little out of breath. "You are wonderful; a decent and kind human being, inside and out," he takes a small pause, flashing his blue eyes down to mine. "I never thought I’d say this, but… because of you, I think maybe not everyone is a horrible person and that maybe I can be a bit nicer a time or two," he then smiles at me, kissing me once more. "You have made me feel love believe it or not."

Smiling, I lean up to kiss his forehead before sitting back down and resting my head against his chest, my eyes cast upon him as he looks down at me. "You've also made me feel love," I confess to him, my voice shy. "I've grown to love you as well. You and your sarcastic comments and witty comebacks and your insults to apparent stupid people," for once, he laughs, making me grin. "I can't help but love it all."

After a few moments, Greg speaks up. "I know I can't be your entire family," he murmurs, holding me close. "But I can try to be your... your..." He draws on, clearly trying to come up with an appointed title for himself. After a few seconds, I giggle and cut him off.

"Boyfriend?" I ask, making him roll his eyes.

"I was going to say significant other," he argues, looking over to me. "The term boyfriend is so, well, childish," he complains, making me giggle.

Leaning closer, I peck his lips. "Good thing you have a childish mind," I tease him, pressing my lips to his one more time before he responds to my comment with something horrible or completely inappropriate. It is Doctor House we’re talking about, after all.

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spilledkauffie · 3 years

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LokixPregnant!Reader + BeingADad

*xFemale!Reader || he’s just so cute || part 1

Loki taglist: @y-napotat ❤︎ @elainavmarie ❤︎ @thefandomchoosesthewizard

Appointments — naturally you’ve got regular check ups. Loki tries to make every single one, he loves to be in the room with you and hear all that the doctor has to say regarding your child. However, there are moments when he’s off world (or you didn’t tell him) and you head to the doctor on your own. This is when you find him outside, in the waiting room looking as anxious as can be. Clearly he’s been there a while, waiting patiently, but he wants to know everything. Almost immediately he starts asking you questions: “how’d it go? what’d they say? is everything okay? is the baby okay?”

↳ you giggle, placing your hand in his own that he reached out to you with, “for starters,” you tip toe a little to place a soft kiss on his lips, “hi.” He smiles sweetly, but still nervously waiting for news, “secondly, everything is okay, which is why I didn’t tell you,” you shrugged. / “but something could’ve happened,” he sighs, “I just want to be there,” he meets your eyes, “for everything.” / “Okay, then why don’t you come to the next ultra sound.”

More the merrier — the next appointment you have you find out that there is more than one bundle of joy about to enter your life. Gasping with excitement, you look over to Loki, whose jaw has nearly dropped, “tw-twins?” he stutters through a smile, “that’s- that’s amazing- darling,” he squeezes your hand and kisses your forehead.

↳ as he’s explained to you (which is really just him assuring himself, due to his fears) he promises to raise them as true equals, never promising one something that the other can’t have as well. In fact he’s keeping a list of things he’s going to try to do better at compared to his own upbringing.

It’s happening (on Midgard Earth) — you screamed his name which sent him full on running to the room you were in. Calmly, but with very nervous eyes, you looked up and said “I think my water broke.” Immediately, he’s throwing things in a bag (because of course it’s last minute), whilst you remind him which hospital you need to get to. Loki’s simultaneously freaking out and comforting you. He’s not at all familiar with this kind of situation in any regard so he’s nervous, but he also knows he needs to be there for you now more than ever, because you’re the one who’s really going through it at the moment.

It’s happening (on Asgard) — attentive nurses were watching your vitals on a trackers that accounted for literally everything in your body, so just moments before your water broke the nurses calmly came in and advised you to join them in the hospital / healing wing of the castle, because it was about to begin. Loki followed nervously, you refused to let go of his hand, even though it wasn’t that long of a walk. He also placed a hand against your lower back for support. Frigga met you at the doors to the wing and took your other hand in hers, whilst her other hand momentarily squeezing Loki’s behind your back, giving him a reassuring smile.

Labour — this was one of the scarier parts. Although Loki knew this pain was going to be a part of the process from day 1, he hated seeing you hurt, even if it was natural. He wanted to be able to do something, to help, but all he could do was hold your hand and be right there for you, which he was! You apologised with watery eyes and sniffles in between contractions, “I’m sorry, I’m squeezing your hand so hard.” // Loki, shocked that you were even think that in a time like this tried to hold back his own tears, “don’t you worry anything about it, Darling,” he kissed your temple ardently, “I’ve got you.”

Back home — you’re exhausted and apologise through and through that you want to take it easy and rest so much, but Loki is the absolute best at understanding. He’s already wonderful with the babies, as you knew he would be. He’s usually the one telling you: “Darling, please just sit down for a while okay?” / “hey, no wait, you’re supposed to be sleeping in today.” / “I can take care of them for a while, but I need you to take care of you too.” He’s very serious about your recovery and helping in any way he can.

Magic to the rescue — it’s hard to keep little ones entertained, luckily Loki has a lifetime supply of entertainment at his fingertips. He uses harmless magic (like projecting, displays, and telekinesis) to keep the babies occupied and giggling. || You’ve literally been having a conversation with him, when a baby started crying and from across the room you saw a teddy bear start floating into the nursery. You pause mid sentence, following the floating beat, “you were saying, Sweetheart?” Loki acts like it’s nothing, but it takes you a while to get used to without getting spooked / giggling yourself.

↳ it also helps when they started learning to walk. Loki can easily, from a distance, move things out of their way / out of reach in a flash. He can also literally bring them back to himself with a reach of a hand and some quick magic.

Nighttime — Loki almost always sings the babies to sleep, especially if they’ve gotten you up more than once. He will gently cradle them both (or whoever is the one causing a fuss) and begin a lullaby he was sung when he was young. More often than not he sings it in his first language, sometimes switching to your language if after the first time round they aren’t asleep you, then he switches to humming as he settles them back in their cribs.

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Uncertainty in the Household

Picture Perfect Series

TW: talk and action for miscarriage, slight manipulation

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: I wanted to explore the reader and Danny’s relationship in this chapter, so i hope you like it, first part is p rough with the whole miscarriage, so you're free to skip to after the second - if you're uncomfy with that

Tears fall into your palms as your fingertips dig into your scalp, your belly- while still early in the pregnancy, still feels as if it’s protruding, and you sit on the shared bed, a faint smell of cigarettes and alcohol lingers in the air and you’re alone. For now, at least. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it were Danny who was the father. You want to kid yourself, to tell such lies that he could be the father, that sleeping with- that being forced into whatever sick game Ghostface has with you- that he didn’t impregnate you. You blame yourself. You should have taken the morning after pill, you should have purged yourself of everything and anything to make sure that you didn’t let yourself have his child. Your stomach twists and turns, a thin veil of acid on your tongue and you wonder how to explain this to Danny. If you even should. It’s still early, maybe you could get rid of the child before anyone has to know. Your eyes widen and you sit up, your eyes scanning the room and you let out a breath, nodding to yourself.

You can get rid of the child. No one knows. You made sure to throw away the pregnancy tests in a dumpster at a park and rip the receipts before anyone could ever see. No one has to know.

Loneliness, while always being your aggressor, has finally worked in your favor. You rush to put on your clothes, ignoring the burning desire to cry, your purse in your hand, you walk to the front door, pausing to leave a note to your partner.

“Went out, I’ll bring dinner.” Something short and simple. Marked with a little heart at the end that makes you feel a bit sick, like it’s something like a lie that you’re telling him. You place the pen down and grab the car keys, rushing down the steps. Each step down the stairs is something that feels heavy, chains around our ankle and the child- no, you can’t call it that. You know you’ll get attached. You’ve heard about the tactics that are used to pressure vulnerable people into keeping their unborn children, and you won’t be one of those. You can’t. Not now and you’re sure not ever. The car purrs to life, the steering wheel a bit too hot from being under the sun and you wait, letting the cool air fan against your already hot body and you reverse out of the parking lot.

You return with tuna, alcohol, fenugreek, a peppermint and aloe vera plant, a thin bag that is filled with peaches, different varieties of caffeine that you can already taste, and pineapple. Your hands ache, the base of your fingers sore from the heaviness of the bags that you stubbornly carried up to the apartment. You were not going to make multiple trips, that much was certain about your day. You hear his voice before you see him, a greeting cut off as he realizes just how much you’re carrying. Danny’s eyes widen, and he rushes off the couch, taking bags away and your palms are redden from the indents of the bags.

“Are we having a feast?” His hands are inside a bag and he pulls out wrapped fish, and he stops, turning to you, a tight smile on his lips that you don’t recognize. “I didn’t know you liked fish.” He places it down and watches as you carefully place a clinking bag down onto the table. “Alcohol too, huh? What-” he turns to you, a nervous chuckle filling the space of his words- “Did I forget a special date?”

You shake your head no, already biting into an unwashed peach, trying to ignore how many hands and bacteria have touched the fruit before you. “Just-” you speak with a full mouth and turn your head, covering your mouth with your hand and taking another bite. You swallow and take a gulp of air. “I was just craving fish is all. Why? Do you not like fish?”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just that I- I just wanted soup, and-” your smile falls and he shakes his head. “I can get soup tomorrow. How long until the fish is down?”

“Actually-” you reach into another bag and pull out two containers- “I was able to buy some sushi on the way home.” You pull out a pack and slide the container to him. You spare him a glance as he stares at the sushi with an odd, angry feeling. “Oh, I’m uh, I have tomorrow off, by the way.” You meet his eyes for a minute and he gives you a nod, allowing you to continue.

“You’ve been throwing up lately,” he adds, taking a bite from his plate. Your heart sinks and you try to mask your emotions, turning around to grab a bottle opener from one the drawers. “I’ve been worried, you know. Maybe-” the chair squeaks and when you turn, he’s sitting down, an unopened beer beside his plate- “I should take tomorrow off too and we can go to the doctor. Just to see if you don’t have the flu or-” he tilts his head, his lips twitching- “if it isn’t anything else.”

A part of you wants to tell him your fear. You don’t want to be pregnant, and you hope that if you manifest it enough, it’ll be true. But you also fear that he wants a family and you’ll be the one ruining it for him. Maybe you aren’t even pregnant. Maybe it’s just needless worry over a few faulty exams, but you can’t risk it. Not now. Not if it has the chance to be someone other than Danny’s.

With a bottle opener in hand, you walk towards Danny, his eyes on you the entire time. You place the bottle opener beside his drink, a hand on his shoulder and the other brushing back his hair, combing it to the side. His hands leave his meal and rest against your hips, his gaze up at you and there’s a hint of a smile at his lips, and you lean down, pressing your lips over his scar that adorns his forehead.

“We have bills to pay Dan,” you mutter, “at least one of us should be responsible.” You close your eyes tightly to avoid tears spilling over, the hand on his shoulder tightening and when you pull away, he looks unbothered for a moment before giving you a forced smile. “Let’s eat, okay? You can tell me about your day.”

All it takes is one doctor appointment to confirm that you are not pregnant. It was just a scare. And as if life and everything else in control of you wanted to laugh, you bled through your underwear on the ride home. The vomiting in the morning was your body simply pretending to have the signs, your mind so strong that it created a falsehood of pregnancy, just because you were so scared and sure of it.

Life is odd for the moment. You tried so hard to get rid of the unwanted child and they were never there to begin with. You had to go through with the nervousness that consumed you. The call to the doctor, the waiting, the glances that Danny gave you as if he knew something. You wonder if he did know. He isn’t dumb, a bit dense when it comes to your feelings, but he’s smart in a way that matters. You hope that he doesn’t know, for both your sake and his. The little scare will be something that you take to your grave, hoping that it’ll remain just that.

The fan is turned on with a simple swipe of your hand against the light switch, the room filling with white noise. You sit on his couch, your body stiff as if it were the first time that you had visited his home. You still remember how it was. Dirty. You hadn’t expected that from him. There was trash all over, a sort of musty smell and an empty fridge. He hadn’t seemed embarrassed, but rather mildly inconvenienced even though he was the one to invite you over. However, now the place is as clean as it can be, the musty smell now replaced by a slight twinge of alcohol and tobacco, but with an overlapping floral scent from one of your candles. You can’t help but wonder if he minds that you added bits and pieces of yourself into his home. He calls it your home too, almost too eager to make sure that you know that you belong here, but even so, it doesn't feel like your home. It’s too empty, too devoid of your touch. You still feel as if you’re a guest, waiting and cleaning, tending to him when he needs it.

The simple fact of the matter is, this isn’t your home. Your stuff, your personal items that you decorated your home are still in boxes shoved under the bed. You miss your home. “I miss my home,” you say to yourself, tears pricking in your eyes. The rent was cheap, and the landlords were kind enough, but it’s gone. The place scooped up by some stranger and the thought has your stomach rising.

You’ve thought about leaving here. Perhaps not Danny, but maybe that would be a consequence of you leaving. It was too rushed. You were too scared of Ghostface invading your life again. You made a rash decision that the both of you now have to pay for. He lost his space, his privacy and you can tell he holds some resentment, the way he slams the doors close, how he locks the rooms and won’t speak to you until he needs something, until he’s pressuring you to kiss him with a half-hearted apology on his tongue.

You glance at the coffee table, old and cracked, the paint on the wood chipped and revealing the unfurnished finish. The photo frame is cold, a slight layer of dust over it, concealing your nervous smile and Danny’s wide one. He isn't happy, but he’s smiling. You both only have a few pictures with each other. It isn’t much, and you’re surprised that the photographer wouldn’t want more, but it can’t be helped.

The photo is placed back on the table, and you lay down on the sofa, grabbing at the throw blanket that you added. Your arms act as a pillow underneath your weary head, and you stare at the photo, training over how his arms are wrapped tight round you and how close that he holds you.

Daniel walks into his shared apartment with you, and he immediately spots your shoes in a different position than when he left. He frowns, walking further into the apartment, his eyes scan the room, his eyes landing on a crumpled bag of fast food on the table, the drink creating a water ring on the table. It isn’t like you to be so careless.

The drink rattles in his hand, nothing but cold liquid is inside the container. His bag is heavy as he leans it against the wall on the floor, and he finally finds you. You’re asleep on the couch, your body curled with the decorative throw blanket covering your body as the fan spins above.

He lowers himself to watch you, your soft breaths and the way your face is relaxed. You’re asleep and it brings him back to a time where you were under him, where night concealed him and he was able to hover above you. It’s much different now, you’re still scared but he’s able to kiss you, to have you rake your nails down his back and hold his hand as if it’s the only thing to keep you sane.

A calloused hand cups your cheek, your skin soft and blemished with faded scars that he’s studied meticulously night after night. You wake up with his fingers tracing over your face and he doesn’t make a sound, everything about him is stoic and he wonders how you are seeing this situation in your eyes. Are you scared? Do you know? Are you pregnant? What are you thinking of him at this very moment? You blink slowly at him and he’s reminded of a cat, watching and tired, and there’s a burning desire in him that wonders what you would do if he strangled you right now. Slowly, his hand lowers, his knuckles brushing over your cheekbones and down your jawline, touching against your pulse on your neck and he feels it quicken. Your eyes never leave his and he doesn’t look away. He’s sure that he could convince you that it was a joke or that maybe it was just a dream that you had. It’s been a while since you had such a vivid dream.

Your hand creeps from under the blanket and you hold the back of his hand, moving it back to your face, letting your lips press against the side of his palm in a soft kiss. “Danny,” you say in a sleepy voice as your eyes close. “How was work?” Your hand that holds his becomes limp and he watches as it slides down his hand, catching on the cuff of his sweater until it dangles off the couch.

It wasn’t smart of him to invite you to live with him. He was too reckless, too needy and desperate to have you beside him that he just wasn’t thinking. Even if you are naïve and easily pulled into a false sense of security, he can’t just explain his costume, he can’t explain the knife and all the careful cleaning kits that he has. This is all too risky.

But he can’t throw you out either. He’s become attached. You’re like a pet to him now, and as every disgruntled man says on television, don’t name something or else you’ll get attached. And now he’s fallen victim to it. It’s nice to have such an easy fuck around, to know that he cold do whatever he wanted to you and you’ll stay here with him, because the other option is much scarier. The corners of his lips pull upwards and he pulls his hand away, fixing the blanket above you and he rises from his knees with a sigh.

“Another dead body,” he says with a chipper voice that he can’t seem to hide. “All signs point to our residential serial killer.” It’s much too risky to have Ghostface visit you, you thought this as your safe haven, you have to know and think that it still is, but fuck does he miss your fear and how pitifully you cried. “You never told me why you hated him so much.” He has to bite the inside of his cheeks when your brows knit together. “I know he’s a killer, but did he ever hurt anyone close to you?”

Your eyes shift and you pull the blanket closer to you, the folds stretching across your frame and showing the curves of your body. “I’m not sure, I just-” you catch his eyes and he sees you visibly shrink away from him- “I’m scared of his mask.”

His mouth fills with saliva as he thinks about just how frightened you are. “What a shame, I was hoping to get into roleplay.” He could think about you know, how you'd hit and scream, how he could pretend that it was all part of the act and just hold you down, thinking about how you would put the pieces together and sob.

“That isn’t funny,” you say in a high-pitched voice, already cracking and sitting up to lessen the distance between the two of you. He rolls his eyes in response, standing up from his crouch with a hiss between his teeth. “People are dead,” you whine, as if he hasn’t been keeping up with the news with you. “He killed people.” You’re much more emotional than he thought, but you’ve held your mouth for so long, suffered in your silence and in your vulnerability; it's only natural you would have such strong emotions.

“Relax, it was a joke.” He takes off his jacket and tosses it beside you, watching as you pull yourself closer, further away from his jacket and only staring at it with confusion, as if he dared to have the audacity to throw something your way.

“A dumb one,” you say with with a pout, gripping tighter onto the blanket.

“I said relax,” Danny says in a stern voice, already done with the conversation. He may have been the one to start it but he was hoping for a more playful one, or rather one where you go along with him rather than try to fight him.

“Whatever,” you huff, and he sees you bundle the blanket in your arms, pushing yourself to the further end of the couch, looking at the wall with furrowed brows as your hand tries to discreetly cover your pout.

“Great,” he says sarcastically, turning around and walking towards the fridge. “Now, you’re angry,” he says loud enough for you to hear.

He rises back up with a bottle in his hand, toying with the cap, letting the ridges play against his fingertips. You don’t respond and he can feel his anger start to rise, something thick that lodges in his throat and makes it impossible to swallow. You aren’t answering him. Usually this would be a good sign, something that means he still has you wrapped around his finger, but it feels different. You aren’t moving from your spot, and you aren’t apologizing to him. He puts the bottle down, and runs his hand down his face with a heavy sigh.

“I think,” your voice is small, and he can barely hear it, but he can, “we both rushed into this… relationship. We should have taken it slow.” When you turn to him, he sees that your eyes are wet and you try to take steady breaths but to no avail. “I’m happy with you, but I don’t think we were thinking clearly when we chose to-” your eyes glance around and you look away from him- “to do this.”

His jaw twitches and he watches you, anger boiling inside of him, white-hot that makes it impossible to think and if he could, he'd grab the knife on the counter and stick it in your back but he can’t. Copper fills his mouth and he turns on his heel, the bedroom door slamming behind him, loud enough that he can hear your yelp and loud enough that it makes his ears ring. He wonders what the neighbors would think of it, but he can’t really bring himself to care. He’ll find an excuse, he always does.

His name is muted through the door and he rummages through the closet, pulling out a worn backpack and knocking a few clothes off the anger that he steps on. You enter the room just in time to witness him opening your drawer and throwing your things inside without a care.

“Danny?” Your voice sounds so fearful and it makes him stop for a second, and when he looks at you, your foot slides back out of the room. You’re terrified of him right now. “Danny, what are you doing?” You ask in a small voice, as you take a tentative step inside the room.

“You want to leave right?” He asks in a condescending tone, stepping closer to you with the back held tight in his hand. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll help you pack.”

“I didn’t-”

“Didn’t you say that we rushed into this?” With every word he stalks towards you and he tosses the backpack onto the bed, only to miss and have it slide down, the contents inside spilling onto the floor. You look away from him and that only adds fuel to the fire that is tarnishing him from the inside. “Didn’t you?” He shouts, slapping his hand on the dresses, rattling your bottles of perfume and creams. He stares at you, his nostrils flared and jaw tight as he tries to keep a sense of composure. “Did you or did you not?” He asks, his voice eerily calm as he lets his nails drag along the wall. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“I’m sorry, Dan,” you cry, your eyes spilling over with tears. “I wasn’t thinking. Please, I promise, it was just a long day and I’m sorry.”

You’re pathetic and not in the way that he wants you. He turns around and you grab his arm, latching yourself around his forearm. His name is on your tongue and before you have a chance to finish it, he turns around, his hand raised, and mouth pulled into an ugly snarl. You let go of him immediately and try to shield yourself, but he aims for the wall instead. His palm stings and you let out a choked sob.

He can’t think. Not with you here. Not with his emotions running so high. Not when his palm stings and there’s something dark brooding inside of him. He takes a deep breath and he forces himself to look at you. You stare up at him with worry creasing your features.

“It's okay,” his words are still tense, but your body lowers its defenses slightly, and he knows he’s on the right track. “I was angry.” He pulls his hand away from the wall and rubs it with his other, the palm of his hand a light shade of pink. “Why don’t we have dinner, huh?” He tries to give you a charming smile, but it falls flat. “We’ll talk about it over dinner. You know-” he reaches for your hand and grabs it in both of his- “like couple’s therapy or some shit. How does that sound?”

You break away from his gaze, glancing at the floor, and he knows your habits and tics by now. You’ll scan the floor, and look up at him and smile and nod. You play your part so well, and if he had to be honest with himself, he can’t lose that. Not yet. Not when you’re so dependent on him and him on you. He waits for our smile, to give you his own to show that he’s okay, that his anger has subsided for now, but you never give him that. Your mouth parts open and there are tears in your eyes, your hand shakes and grows clammy in his. He calls your name, but you don’t respond. Your breath is ragged, sharp inhales and shaky exhales, and he follows your gaze to the floor under the bed.

In the corner of his eye, he spots white and his nails dig into your skin. “Go get me a beer, I’ll-” he looks down at you and your eyes are stuck, glued to the floor where you can see the face that has haunted you- “I’ll clean up, okay? Just give me a moment.” It isn’t enough, you’re still looking where the mask lays, the bottom half of the face peeking from under your undergarments. Your mouth opens in a silent question and when you look back at him, you’re scanning his face. His body runs hot, his mouth going dry and he says the only thing that can come to mind. “I told you I wanted to try roleplay.”

“I thought you were,” you hesitate, and your tongue peeks to wet your lips, “I thought you were kidding,” you say breathlessly, your words slow as if you were hypnotized and the truth of the matter is, is that you are. You’re ruined by the mask that lies on the floor, the mouth of it the only thing that you can see. You peel away from him and have your back turned to him, your arms coming up to give yourself a hug. “I’ll go get you a beer,” you say in a daze, and when you turn back, your smile is weak, and you can’t look at him for long, your eyes magnetized to the mask on the floor.

He’s left alone in the room, his nails digging into the palm of his hands and red in his vision. The worst part of it all is that he can’t go out tonight. Not when you saw his mask. You’re naïve, and easily spooked, but even you could put two and two together. Even your suspicions would start to rise as you questioned why there was a murder the night he went out. Why Ghostface hasn’t come back for you. You’d suspect him and he can’t have that, not when you’re already so fearful of him.

#ghostface #dbd ghostface #ghostface dbd #ghostface x reader #danny johnson imagine #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson #dead by daylight #dbd #i really like this one #mainly the ending #of the chapter

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lancermylove · 3 years

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Troublesome Brothers (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x Reader, Luke platonic.

Warning: None

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Can you do one where a female mc is like exhausted from having to fix all the brothers problems so they're just sleeping for like a week straight. How would the brothers react? And... Maybe the undateables if you can! Thank you 😁😁

A/N: This request is great but poor MC! I can imagine the game having an event like this. 😂

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Lucifer

Who do I need to punish!?

Then a line of questions follows. Who would tire you out to this point? Is Devildom getting to you? Does he need to send you back to your world? What will he tell Diavolo?

Lucifer doesn't know where to start, but then Simeon hints that he and his brothers are the reason behind your fatigue.

He swallows his pride and let's guilt take over. How could he be so careless? He's supposed to be watching over you, yet...

Lucifer calls his brothers for an emergency meeting and explains the situation to them. All the demons feel guilty and decide to write an apology letter to you.

Once you wake up, Lucifer hands you the letters and asks you to take it easy for the time being.

If any of his brothers dare to fight in front of you, he will glare them down until they shrink into a corner.

Mammon

OH MY DEVIL, SHE IS DEAD!

Mammon runs around the House of Lamentation crying and calling his brothers while yelling that you're dead.

All the demons drop everything and rush to your room. Lucifer checks on you while Satan hits Mammon upside the head for scaring them.

Once he learns that you're just sleeping, he calms down a bit but is still worried.

Mammon waits for you to wake up next to your bed. He doesn't even leave the room to sleep or eat. Beel has to bring him food half-eaten food.

When you wake up, he greets you with a bone-crushing hug and tears in his eyes. Then he asks if you're okay and what happened. He adds that he was afraid that he lost you.

If you choose to tell him the truth, he will be upset at himself for letting this happen to you. Mammon will promise that he will not cause you any trouble.

He doesn't tell you this, but Mammon got into a habit of watching you sleep. So sometimes, at night, he sneaks into your room and sleeps there.

Levi

NO NO NO NO NO!!! This can't be happening!

Levi starts panicking, then freezes, then starts panicking again. Blood is rushing to his mind, and he feels dizzy.

Did I do something to hurt her? Did someone else hurt her? Did I keep her up too late? Maybe I shouldn’t have forced her to watch me play video games the entire night!

Levi sits against your bedframe with his knees to his chest, holding his head in his hands.

Only when his brothers come to check on you does he learn that you are just sleeping.

When you wake up, Levi is restlessly pacing around the room. As soon as he sees you awake, he nearly throws his arms around you but then blushes and backs away.

"Normie, can't you take care of yourself? You had all of us worried."

No matter how much he pressures you to tell him the reason behind your tiredness, please don’t say a word. Levi will not be able to handle the truth, so spare the poor demon.

Asmo

Oh no! My lovely sweetie is not waking up!

Asmo is truly worried about your health. Your skin will be well-rested, but not washing cleaning your skin will cause issues.

You will no longer be tired, but your muscles will stiffen. You need to eat to survive, so not eating is going to be an issue.

Asmo already feels wrinkles appearing on his skin from worrying so much. He asks Solomon for help, much to Lucifer's dismay.

When you wake up, Asmo immediately apologizes to you and tells you that you need to take better care of yourself.

"If you don't care for yourself, then you won't be able to care for us!"

Asmo becomes your partner in crime from then on. Whenever his brothers cause issues, he tries to help you, so that you don't take on too much stress.

Satan

WHY ISN'T SHE WAKING UP? WHOSE NECK DO I NEED TO SNAP!?

His rage gets to him, and Satan nearly wipes out half of Devildom. Thankfully, Lucifer, Beel, and Diavolo are about to stop him.

While the eldest brother searches for answers, Satan stays in your room and looks at you.

A thought crosses his mind...will a true loves kiss wake her up? Humans and angels are going to school in hell, so it's not a farfetched idea, right?

Wrong.

He kisses you, but you continue to sleep. Satan has never felt this embarrassed in his life.

"I need to stop reading romantic novels."

He is thankful that none of his brothers are there to witness this moment; otherwise, they won't let him live it down.

Satan patiently waits for you to wake up, and when you do, he can't look in the eyes. One thought keeps racing in his mind: what if she finds out I kissed her while she was asleep?

Beel

When Beel hears that you have not woken up for a whole day, he runs into your room and flings open the door so hard that it rips from the hinges.

He tries to wake you up by shaking you, hugging you, asking you to wake up, and even offering you your favorite food.

Beel gets so worried that he binge eats more than usual. He even eats inedible objects.

When you open your eyes, you see Satan sitting on the edge of your bed. He tells you to hurry and get ready.

"Beel has been eating so much that all the grocery stores in Devildom are out of food. Now, he is trying...no...I am sure he has already started eating Diavolo's castle. Only you can stop him."

Belphie

She's not waking up? Great, I have a nap partner!

Belphie takes this chance to nap with you every day. He is worried about you, but what better way to watch over you than sleeping by your side?

Belphie learns from Beel that the brothers are the reason for your condition. He makes up his mind that he's going to force you to nap with him daily. That way you can at least get some rest, and he can use that as an excuse to spend more alone time with you.

His brothers ask him to leave you alone, but Belphie doesn't listen to them. He doesn't want to miss this chance to snuggle with you.

When you wake up, you see Belphie's face in front of you. He is fast asleep with his arms wrapped around your waist.

Diavolo

She hasn't woken up in days? YOU TELL ME THIS NOW?

Diavolo drops everything and visits you. After seeing your exhausted face, he asks Barbatos to cancel all his meetings and appointments.

The King of Demons carries you back to the castle and asks the best doctors to attend to you. On the side, he also asks Barbatos to look into the situation.

When the demon butler informs him about the reason, Diavolo isn't sure how to react. He is angry, but he doesn't want to point fingers without getting your perspective first. So, he holds back on taking action until you wake up.

When you open your eyes, you see Diavolo's large form cuddling with you. He looks like an angel a puppy while sleeping.

Diavolo mumbles something in his sleep. Something along the lines of “(Y/N), wake up soon...I love you".

Barbatos

Oh dear, I was hoping this would not happen.

When you last visited Diavolo's castle, Barbatos noticed that you were exhausted. He even asked if you were alright, but you brushed his concerns aside.

It didn't take him long to learn the reason behind your fatigue, and the demon butler was unhappy, to say the least.

After getting permission from Diav, Barbatos shifts you to the castle.

Once you are settled in the castle, the butler sends the brothers a basket of their favorite foods along with a note saying to take care of themselves.

The brothers are delighted to eat their favorites, but their excitement diminishes as soon as they put the first bite into their mouths.

The flavors of the food are completely opposite; Asmo's wicked cupcake is super spicy; Mammon's spicy noodles are sickeningly sweet; Belphie's sushi has nothing but wasabi...

While the brothers are shell-shocked, Barbatos watches them through a window with a smile.

“This is just the beginning.” He chuckles before heading back to the castle to tend to you.

Simeon

I should have stopped her from pushing herself too hard.

Immediately comes to see you when Asmo tells him that you haven't woken up in two days.

You told him that you were tired and hinted that your fatigue was a result of helping the brothers and worrying about them. So why didn't he stop you?

Simeon feels immensely guilty for not catching your hint.

He asks Lucifer if he can take you to Purgatory Hall. When the demon agrees, Simeon decides to tell Lucifer the truth.

By no means does Simeon blame the demons, but he asks Lucifer to give you a break.

When you wake up, you see Simeon sitting on a chair next to your bed. His head resting on your bed, and his hand gently holding onto yours.

Luke enters the room and is happy to see you awake. He tells you that Simeon hasn't slept in the past few days as the angel was too worried about you.

Luke

SEE DEMONS ARE BAD!

Luke is upset with the brothers and blames them for your condition. Simeon has to hold him back.

The young angel tells the demons that you're much safer in Purgatory Hall, so henceforth, you will be staying with them.

Luke asks Simeon to carry you back to their dorm. When the brothers protest, the angel says demons are not to be trusted.

When you wake up, you see Luke sitting next to you, watching you with sad puppy eyes.

The angel immediately throws his arms around you and says, you're in a safe place now. He also promises that neither he nor Simeon will cause you any problems.

Luke asks if you are hungry and hands you a plate of your favorite sweets.

Solomon

Solomon is shocked and considers using a potion to wake you up. But when he sees you resting well, he reconsiders.

As a punishment for the troubles they caused you, Solomon comes to visit you every day and causes a few mishaps here and there.

He also makes sure to irk some of the brothers Lucifer in the process.

If Lucifer asks him to leave, Solomon taunts him by saying someone has to care for you since you're too busy sorting out OTHER people's problems.

When you wake up, your entire room is filled with firefly-like orbs and your favorite flowers.

Solomon greets you and gently strokes your hair before kissing your head. He immediately asks if you want to consider moving to his dorm.

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agustdakasuga · 3 years

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Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 19

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Today’s the day. No more running away. It’s time to face the truth.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

When you stirred awake, your eyes widened and you shot up. You looked around the room and realised that you were in Namjoon’s room, the multiple books on the shelves being a dead giveaway. On the nightstand beside you was a scribbled note.

‘Had to attend a meeting. Take the day off and rest. - Namjoon’

You sighed, falling back onto the bed. Looking down, you weren’t in your dress anymore. You only hoped that the boys weren’t daring enough to change you and in your drunk stupor, you were able to change yourself.

“Kill me.” You screamed into the pillow.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Go away.” You groaned.

“Good morning.” Taehyung came in with a grin. You sat up in annoyance, running your fingers through your hair in an attempt to undo all the tangled knots from your sleep.

“Here, this will help.” Taehyung poked your shoulder. He handed you the hangover pill and a glass of lemon water.

“Thanks...” You swallowed the pill with the cold liquid. Sighing tiredly, you fell back onto Namjoon’s pillow. Since it was obvious that you slept next to the guy, who is also your boss, you didn’t care that Taehyung was seeing you enjoying the warmth and comfort of Namjoon’s bed. After all, you were too tired and hungover to care.

“Hey, Taehyung. Where’s Jimin?” You asked.

“Still sleeping. Whenever Jimin drinks as much as he did last night, he sleeps for a really long time. Like... until the following evening.” Taehyung shrugged. You nodded your head.

“Do you... feel better? After last night.” Taehyung seemed a little cautious with his question.

“Do I feel better? Well, I did feel more relaxed last night at the club. But right now, my stomach is churning and my head is pounding so not really.” You chuckled. Seeing that you still joked around, Taehyung grinned.

“Need help getting back to your room?”

“I can manage.” You forced a smile. Taehyung just let you grab onto his arm to stand up. He walked beside you just to keep you company.

“Wait, Tae. Did... anything happen last night when Jimin and I came home from the bar?” You grabbed his wrist suddenly, startling the boy. He blinked, turning to look at you.

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head.

“Well, I obviously don’t remember how I even came home last night. And something must have happened for me to end up in Namjoon’s bed. Also, I know how bad I can get when I’m drunk. So tell me, how bad was it?” You interrogated.

“You weren’t bad, doc. Don’t worry.” He assured. You let out a sigh of relief at his words.

“You were cute.” He added with a snicker. You froze in your spot as your eyes widened. Just how drunk were you last night? That itself made you feel like throwing up even more.

“I need to see Jimin and... or Namjoon.” You detoured and left his side. Taehyung trailed behind you as you went downstairs.

“Wait, I wanted to ask-”

“Oh, (y/n)! You’re awake!” Jungkook ran over to you excitedly, cutting Taehyung off. You gave the youngest a slightly weird look, taking a step back. Why was he so excited?

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I need to see Namjoon.” You cleared your throat.

“Oh, come on! You already didn’t want to leave his side last night! And now, you’re already looking for him the moment you wake up! What about me?!” Jungkook growled unhappily. You cupped a hand over your mouth to mask your shock. Behind you, Taehyung was sending signals to Jungkook to stop scaring you about last night.

“Doc? I thought I heard you.” Namjoon poked his head out from behind the pillar, walking over. You gave an awkward wave.

“Morning?” You rubbed the back of your neck, embarrassed. Namjoon chuckled, still finding your adorable, as he patted the top of your head. You shrunk back.

“Uh, Namjoon... I didn’t do anything weird last night... Did I?”

“No, you’re good.” He ruffled your hair. Before you could question him further, Hoseok came and tapped the watch on his wrist.

“Listen, doc. We’ll talk when I get back.” Namjoon waved to everyone and rushed off with Hoseok, who winked at you with a giggle. Just then, Jin came out of the kitchen with a maid behind him. The maid placed a bowl of warm rice porridge on the table for you.

“Here. It’ll make you feel better. It’s abalone porridge.” Jin said.

“Thank you. I really needed this.” You took a spoon. The boys hung around you as you ate your food.

“I’m hungover, not unstable. You guys don’t have to wait for me. Go do your work or something.” You raised your eyebrow at them. The boys cast each other looks but didn’t move.

“It’s okay.” Taehyung said.

“So, (y/n)-”

“I’m done eating. Namjoon said it’s my day off so run along. Go do whatever you mafia guys do.” You waved them off like little kids. You didn’t even hear Jin as you jogged up the stairs and disappeared into the hallway.

“Yoongi? You there?” You knocked on his room door. There was no reply. Even when you pressed your ear to the door, there was no sound of movement or any grunts.

“Doctor. Are you looking for young master Yoongi?” The sudden appearance of the butler made you jump.

“Uh... yeah. But it’s nothing important.” You blushed.

“Young master Yoongi just came back from a lunch appointment. He is in the other wing.” He informed. You nodded your head, thanking him with a pat on the shoulder before shuffling over to the other wing of the house. Your hand hovered over the golden handles of the double doors. The last time you were here, you weren’t exact the most comfortable.

“Y-Yoongi?” You called out as you entered. For the first time, the wing was so silent and dark. Heading up the stairs, you looked at the various labelled doors that lined the hallways.

‘Min Yoongi’

You knocked but again, there was no reply. Pursing your lips, you decided to go in anyway. It was a simple office, monochromatic with some dark blues.

“What are you doing here?” Yoongi’s sudden voice shocked you. You turned around to face the male, who had a stoic look on his face. In his hand was a crystal glass with whiskey.

“Looking for you.” You replied. Duh. He nodded his head slowly, entering the office and closing the door behind him. He took a sip of his drink.

“Want some?” He shook his glass.

“No, thanks. Hungover.” You cringed as you pointed to your still throbbing temple.

“Right. You were quite different last night. I don’t think any of us have ever seen you like that before. You didn’t want to let Namjoon go because of his ‘cute dimples’.” He said. Your jaw dropped slightly as you held your cheeks, totally wanting to bury yourself right now.

“Namjoon said I didn’t do anything weird.” You whimpered.

“Right...” Yoongi gave a slightly amused face.

“Actually, I wanted to talk about-” You were cut off when Yoongi tugged you by your arm into his embrace. He resting his eyes against your shoulder, arms around your waist tightly.

“Why doesn’t he want to get better?” He whispered, fists bunching the back of your shirt.

“Yoongi...”

“I went to see him. He didn’t even want to see me. But I just had to know... why he doesn’t want to be treated. He just... accepts it. Accepts that he is going to die.” He started to shake a little, voice cracking.

“I promised to stay awake if he lets me help him. But even then, he didn’t want it.” You smoothed to back of his head, remembering what Jimin told you.

“Yoongi hyung always wanted to be close to his brother. But his father never allowed Geumjae hyung and Geumjae’s mother near them.” Jimin explained as he sipped his drink.

“Why?”

“Geumjae hyung was the son of his past lover. Sure, he allowed the mother and son to stay in the same estate and still provided for them, a little. But as a kid, when Yoongi went to find Geumjae hyung to play, his father would get so angry and punish them, especially Geumjae hyung. That’s when Yoongi hyung’s father adopted Hoseok hyung.” Jimin shrugged.

“That’s horrible. He’d rather adopt another child than to let both his sons be siblings.” You shook your head.

“That’s how Yoongi hyung’s father was.” Jimin sighed.

“I’m glad I never have to meet him.”

“Once Geumjae hyung was old enough to provide for himself and his mother, he moved them out of the family estate. When Yoongi hyung found them again, apparently Geumjae hyung’s mom had already passed away.” Jimin said.

“She passed away?” You asked.

“According to Geumjae hyung, even as his mother grew older, she was mentally unstable. From the heartbreak and abandonment...”

“I can imagine how hard it must have been for Geumjae to watch his mother go through that, and not be able to get over it, even as she aged.” You felt sad for Geumjae and Yoongi.

“Geumjae hyung’s resentment just... carried on to Yoongi hyung. I guess Geumjae hyung felt that he and his mother were replaced. Rather than blame a dead man, he’d rather blame Yoongi hyung.” Jimin finished, ordering another round of drinks.

“And even so, Yoongi still wants to help him when he’s sick.” You looked at your empty glass.

“To Yoongi hyung, just knowing you still have family alive is enough.”

“I’m sorry things turned out like this, Yoongi.” Pulling away, you looked at his face. He looked so exhausted and emotionally drained, even if it had only been one day.

“You should rest, Yoon. You’ve had a long day.” You told him, taking the glass from his hand. Usually, Yoongi would snap at whoever takes his drink from him but with you, he let you take it without a fight.

“Let’s go?” Yoongi waited for you at the door of his office. You nodded, walking with him out of the other wing.

“Jimin will be asleep the rest of the day. He doesn’t usually get tipsy but he does sleep for a while after a night of drinking.” He informed.

“Yeah, Tae told me.” You chuckled.

“I hope you don’t mind that Jimin told me a little background about you and your brother. I just wanted to understand a little bit more... which I did. That’s why I was looking for you, to talk to you and maybe, understand a little more.” You said, putting your hands in your pockets. You were ready for him to get angry that you invaded his private life.

“Jimin knows what to share about my past on my behalf. I trust him.” He shrugged and you let out a mental sigh of relief. The both of you stopped in front of Yoongi’s bedroom.

“Rest well.” You wished.

“You too.” He forced a smile. Just as you were about to turn to head to your own room, you heard him clear his throat.

“Actually, (y/n)...” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Hmm?” You titled your head.

“Nevermind.” He shook his head before entering his room and shutting the door. You stared at the black door for a few seconds before you shrugged and headed back to your own room.

“Jimin?!” You opened your bedroom door and was shocked to see the male in your bed. He was sleeping soundly, hugging your pillow. You fed Kookie his lunch before heading over to peek at Jimin. True to that, he was really fast asleep. You sighed with your hands on your hips.

“I’m always finding you or Jungkook in my bed. And lately, Taehyung too.” You shook your head but of course, he didn’t respond.

“At least scoot over.” You chuckled, pushing him to the side before you slid in, under the covers. Jimin didn’t even stir as you moved him or stole your pillow back from him.

“Goodnight... I guess?” You closed your eyes.

“Wait, you didn’t ask her?” The older ones all asked their maknae with crossed arms. They were in disbelief, having believed that Jungkook would be the first one to ask you to the ball.

“I was going to. But Yoongi hyung just had to come and start such big drama.” Jungkook glared. Yoongi rolled his eyes with a snort.

“Well, you did the same to me when I was going to ask her!” Taehyung sneered. Jungkook frowned.

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask her.” Jin turned to Jimin.

“That night out was for her to let go of her stress. It was about her, not me.” Jimin shrugged. The boys were all squabbling downstairs. When this whole ‘plus 1′ incident came up, they all planned to individually ask you to the ball that was taking place tonight but somehow, they all kept getting interrupted by each other.

“She fell asleep before I could ask her. I was supposed to ask her when I got back but I was busy cleaning someone’s mess up.” Namjoon hissed, looking at Jimin, who was more interested in inspecting his nail bed.

“Can we get back to this? So no one asked her?” Yoongi broke all the arguments and squabbles.

“You didn’t ask her? I heard from one of the butlers you were with her in the other wing for a while. You could have asked her.” Jin asked.

“No... There were more important things to discuss.” He crossed his arms.

“The plan was to have someone ask her! Rather it be one of us than some stranger!” Hoseok said, annoyed.

“I’m ready!” Your voice was heard. The boys were not ready for what they saw. You were in a light blue dress, the bodice decorated with intricate floral lace patterns and sparkles, the ends of the skirt just brushing against the floor.

“Wow.” The boys were speechless. It would be cliche to say you looked like a princess but you did.

“Is it too much?” You raised an eyebrow with an amused laugh. The boys didn’t say anything but shook their heads, you were mesmerising. Although, what was able to break them out of their trance was when you walked forward to sling arms with Jin. He smiled down at you.

“H-Hyung... Y-You...”

“Jin asked if I had a ‘plus 1′ to tonight and I was so busy to find someone to go with me. He offered to be my partner for tonight and I didn’t have any objection.” You shrugged.

“I never said I didn’t ask her.” Jin snickered. The rest all looked at him with wide eyes of betrayal.

“Let’s go.” Jin patted your hand and led you out. The other 6 trailed behind, glaring daggers into the back of Jin’s head. Jin opened the door of his chauffeur limousine for you. You bowed your head slightly and slid in.

“Hyung!” Jungkook shouted in outrage.

“All’s fair in love and war. Don’t worry, I know what to do.” Jin waved the others off. Hoseok went to the other door.

“Nu uh. This is for me and her. You guys ride separately.” Jin pointed to the other car behind. Their jaws dropped, their cunning hyung already had everything planned. He played them and they fell for it like fools! Unwillingly, they trudged to the car while Jin slid into the seat beside you. You tilted your head in confusion.

“Don’t worry about them.” Jin chuckled.

“I’m excited to be going to an event where I don’t have my parents giving me a full briefing on who is who and what is what.” You smiled, smoothing your dress down.

“Yes, it’s a celebration for you too, doc. You deserve to enjoy it” Jin nodded his head. When the car stopped, the door was opened for you.

“Good evening.” The staff bowed deeply to you and Jin.

“Hey.” You greeted them.

“Bosses!” Seeing you and Jin, with the other 6 behind, everyone in the ballroom stopped to give the 8 of you a deep bow. Namjoon walked down first while you stayed behind Jin. The boys were received with big smiles and hugs.

“Come on, (y/n). Let’s go to the bar!” The maknaes were quick to steal you when they saw Jin distracted, speaking to the manager for his casino. You giggled, following their lead. All of you ordered your drinks and clinked your glasses together.

“Don’t you guys have people to greet too?” You asked the 3 boys, sipping from your glass.

“Nah.” Taehyung waved you off.

“Are you guys starting the party without us?” The 4 older ones soon joined. They ordered their drinks to toast with you. The 8 of you clinked all your glasses together with cheer.

“To, doc!” Hoseok grinned.

“To preventing us from dying!” Jimin added and everyone burst out laughing. You drank your drinks in one shot.

“I was just doing my job, boys. It was no big deal, really.” You smiled softly, looking at all of them. It wasn’t long until they were all being pulled away by their staff to talk.

“We’ll be back! Stay right here, I’ll come get you. There’s another surprise for you.” Jin winked. You nodded your head, waving with a smile as he was dragged away. You grabbed a plate of food and stayed by the bar, picking at the food with the forks. Some of the boys’ workers that you recognised came to chat and speak with you.

“Ah, please excuse me.” You said as you slipped away from the conversation, heading to the washroom.

“Ugh, finally. Some peace and quiet.” Yoongi grumbled as he stepped out onto the big balcony with his brothers. The others nodded in agreement, finally getting some space to breathe.

“Where’s (y/n)?” Jungkook asked.

“Jin hyung went to get her. I mean, afterall, she is his date tonight.” Namjoon chuckled.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Jungkook said sourly. It was safe to say, the other 6 were still not over the fact that their eldest was able to sneak past all of them to ask you to be his partner for the event tonight.

“Whatever, after tonight, hopefully we’ll all have the chance to take her out on a date one day.” Hoseok comforted the maknae.

“That’s if she decides to accept us.” Yoongi snorted.

“I think I see hyung coming! Everyone, stand together.” Taehyung said excitedly. All the boys straightened up, standing in a sort of straight line. But they were not expecting Jin to run out of the ballroom alone, a look of fear and panic on his face.

“(y/n)’s gone.” Jin announced.

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brunetteeras · 3 years

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Unexpected - Cillian Murphy (Oneshot)

A/N: In which a visit to the doctor brings some unexpected news for Y/N and Cillian.

Cillian had proposed to you almost 4 months ago, but you both decided to not rush the wedding planning. With him filming Peaky Blinders, things were a bit hectic, but you were more than happy to wait a bit longer if it meant having the perfect wedding. However, it seemed fate was going to mess up your plans.

For the past two weeks, you had been feeling ill.

"Love, you've slept in almost every day this week, are you sure you're feeling alright?" Cillian asks, kneeling by your side of the bed, brushing strands of hair out of your eyes. It was almost 10am, and you still hadn't gotten up. After living with Cillian for so long, you adapted to his early morning habits and were typically awake by 7.

"I just haven't been feeling good lately", you shrug off.

Truth be told, you had been waking up in the middle of the night with the urge to throw up. And so you did, quietly, in the bathroom down the hall as to not wake Cillian.

"Do you think you should go to the doctor?" He suggests.

You nodded reluctantly, "I guess, this has been going on for a while."

He handed you your phone off the bedside table. You quickly found your doctor's number and called, seeing if she had any availability that day.

Luckily, she had an appointment at 1:00, and Cillian pulled you out of bed to shower and get dressed.

You had to go alone, unfortunately. Cillian had a meeting to discuss an upcoming movie, although he offered to cancel his meeting to go with you.

"It's probably just a bug, no need to cancel your meeting for me", you hushed his protests.

"Okay, but as soon as you know what is going on I want you to call me so I know you're okay," he said sternly.

You kissed his cheek softly, easing his worries, "I promise."

At the doctor's, you explained your symptoms of nausea, throwing up, and an all-over aching feeling in your body.

"You're sexually active?" she asks.

You nodded, blushing like a teenage girl does when they are asked this for the first time.

"I'm not positive, but I want to do a pregnancy test, just to be sure."

You felt your stomach drop, bubbling anxiety rising within you at the thought of possibly being pregnant.

She guided you to the bathroom and instructed you on taking the test, which was really just peeing in a cup. You did as you were told, and went back to the check-up room you were in prior.

You waited what felt like an hour but really was only 15 minutes. Your heart was pounding out of your chest.

A soft knock came at the door, and she stepped back inside. She didn't say anything yet, which scared you more. She sat down in the chair across from you.

"So, the test came back positive. You're pregnant."

You ignored Cillian's instructions to call him right after you left. You sat in your car in the parking lot, still and barely breathing, tears falling from swollen eyes.

You didn't know what to feel.

Som you drove home, hands trembling from fear of having to tell Cillian about this. You sat on the couch, legs crossed underneath you.

"Y/N?" You heard the front door opening and Cillian calling out to you, but you didn't respond.

He found you moments later, sat in the living room.

"Love, what'd the doctor say?"

He sat down next to you, grabbing your hands. He awaited your answer, probably expecting you to say you had a stomach bug or a cold. But instead, you said nothing at first, and then looked up to him.

"I'm pregnant."

Cillian froze like you had done, his hands going limp in yours.

He blinked rapidly, looking down at the floor, then back to you. He looked stunned.

"I'm sorry, Cillian, it's my fault. I know we talked about not having kids yet and I should have been better at keeping up with my birth control, I didn't even kn-" he pressed his lips to yours, cutting you off.

"No don't start with that. This is as much my fault, there's no blame here, love."

You fell into his side, letting your head rest in the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you, rubbing up and down your arm.

You looked up at him, "Are you ready to be a parent?"

He laughed a bit, "I can be in the next 9 months."

You smile half-heartedly, as more tears fell from your eyes, "I think I can be ready by then too."

He smiled, kissing your lips with such force and passion, "we're gonna be parents then?"

You nodded, "Yeah, we're gonna be parents."

Suddenly, the moment had shifted from sorrow to joy, knowing you could do this as long as it was together.

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sugamamacustard · 3 years

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Let Me Help You (Part. 2)

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Issei Matsukawa x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Takahiro Hanamaki x Omega! Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Hurt/comfort.

Request: Oh boy, here we go!

Anon: hi!! can we get more of the omega depression drabbles/one shots? i would really like to see mattsun’s version and other characters you can think of!! the more angsty the better ;)p.s. luv your writing <3 also stay healthy, safe, and drink water !!

Anon: Can you make part 2 of let me help you please. if not it’s fine with Mattsun and Makki

Anon: Could you do part 2 for the let me help you with makki and mattsun please if not that’s fine this is also my first time requesting something so i’m kinda nervous💕

(Don’t be nervous at all, you did amazing!)

Anon: Mamas, can I order a continuation of let me help you?? Please?? I need some fluff after that hurt 💕💕💕🥺🥺🥺

(Mamas anon! :DDD)

Anon: omg i love the omega depression!! please continue with the rest of the third years or a pt 2 with oikawa’s !! i love your writing!!

@bohica160: Could we possibly get a part 2 with Oikawa please? 👉 👈 🥺

And I think that was all? You guys just really wanted this, and who am I to deny you?

Summary: Because of unseen circumstances, you drop, and you drop hard. How does your alpha help you/redeem himself?

Author’s Note: I kinda wanna post some self-indulgent OC stuff on here, but idk. It’s kinda crack-y and stupid. Also, we love to see a healthy relationship. Like Hanamaki’s and Matsukawa’s are so soft. Also, also, please note Hanamaki’s is heavily based off of my own experience with depression and the events after with my best friend, whom I will love and cherish forever.

Requests: Open!

Part 1: Here!

➵ You drop was actually out of anyone’s control.

➵ Omega drops rely heavily on hormone balances, much like depression, and it seemed like this month just wasn’t your month.

➵It was hard to exactly pin point when it got bad, or when you started experiencing symptoms, as they were slow and not necessarily noticeable.

➵A missed lunch here, a small scent shift there.

➵Small things that neither you nor Takahiro would notice.

➵It was much like a rollercoaster, inching higher and higher until the drop would come.

➵ Honestly, both of you thought you were fine, and since you were around both of your mutual friends (The Seijoh Team) enough no one could really point it out.

➵ It truly was a bad situation all around.

➵ You only really began noticing after a few days of ignoring lunch in a row.

➵ It hit you when you were sitting in the library, stomach clutching with hunger as you scanned through a textbook.

➵ You attempted to get up and go find Takahiro to go get something to eat, but you just...didn’t.

➵ You couldn’t find the energy to stand, much less walk, and just stayed seated

➵ You just couldn’t move.

➵Like a million bags of sand were tied to your hips weighing you to the chair.

➵ You swallowed tightly, rolling your shoulders before stuffing your text book into your bag, trying to breath in through your nose and out through your mouth.

➵Deep breaths. Thats what you needed to focus on right now.

➵ But then you couldn’t. You were hyperventilating, and white-knuckling the edge of the table as your vision turned blurry and watery.

➵ The cramping from your hunger combined with the sudden rush of emotions made you want to vomit.

➵ Before you could, you slung your backpack over your shoulder, bolting out of the library.

___

Laughter and chuckles were heavy as Takahiro gave a hearty chuckle at something Matsukawa said, shaking his head before taking a swig from his energy drink. His eyes darted to his phone every now and again, just checking to make sure you didn’t need him.

You would always come first to him.

When his screen lit up with your beaming face shining up at him, he quickly swiped to accept holding it to his ear, watching while the team laughed at Oikawa, who was shielding himself from Iwaizumi.

“Hiro?”

“Shooting star?” His brows furrowed as he slowly began cleaning his stuff, straightening himself up so he could leave as soon as possible if you needed him; which, guessing by your home, you did.

“I-I think something’s wrong.” You paused, making his heart drop. “I don’t know, but I think I need to go to the doctor, but, I know this is a lot so feel free to say no, can you-”

He didn’t let you finish. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come pick you up and drive you. Do you need me to call and book an appointment?”

A few of his packmates turned with worried eyes, trying to send a non-verbal question. Well, for most of them. Oikawa was trying to whisper-yell his questions, Iwaizumi trying to shut him up.

“I’m at the front of the school. I’ll just meet you at your car.”

“I’ll be right there, shooting star. Stay safe, okay? I love you, and I’ll see you soon Omega.” Takahiro waited for your reciprocation and own farewell before hanging up, quickly standing and swinging his leg over the bench and grabbing his bag.

“Makki-kun, is Y/N-chan okay?!” Oikawa screeched after him, actively crawling onto Iwaizumi, who looked like he was ready to commit first-degree murder.

Makki threw up a thumbs up behind him, waiting till he was out of the cafeteria before sprinting towards the parking lot.

He hoped, with every inch of his body, he didn’t lie to his captain.

___

“Take your pills.”

“Alpha, they taste horrid-”

“I don’t care, they make you feel better.”

Takahiro watched you carefully, handing you two of the teal and white pills. The alpha was strict on very few things with you, but your health he did not fuck with.

The appointment with your doctor went fine, with minimal blood work done, and you were sent off with a prescription for hormone balancing pills. You and Takahiro (Who was absolutely divine during the entire thing) were explained how the pills worked and why you dropped, all of which was simple enough to understand. Since then, Takahiro was insistent on you taking the pills in front of him.

“Open.” Takahiro demanded, watching as you stuck your tongue out. He moved your head by your chin, checking the very corners of your mouth. “Lift your tongue.”

You did so, showing nothing. He hummed in approval, letting go of your chin before pausing, pulling you close so you could hear his heartbeat.

“Thank you for caring, Hiro.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into your alpha’s neck, taking in his scent.

“Thank you for telling me about this and letting me help you.” He responded, pressing a sweet peck to your temple and reminding himself you were still here in his arms. And would be with him for a long, long time.

➵ Your drop was a mix between miscommunication and little whispers in your ear.

➵ Honestly, there was a reason you were in a pack with minimal other omegas.

➵ They grew catty and mean and vindictive if there was something they didn’t like.

➵It was one of their many flaws and strengths.

➵You yourself had caught yourself bad-mouthing another omega to your alpha every now and again.

➵ Though you hated doing it, at some point it was just second nature.

➵ You and Issei had good communication though, and very rarely did something as silly as jealousy come between you two.

➵ whenever something was bothering you or your alpha you would talk it out.

➵ You both trusted each other completely.

➵ If something felt off about another person, you were quick to mention it to the other.

➵ However, sometimes things got complicated.

➵ Insecurities seeped through your walls that Issei kept strong for you.

➵And sometimes, small little whispers became hurdles and boulders pounding against your defenses and breaking them down.

➵Leaving you open and stumbling.

➵ And sometimes, because of this you forgot that you had back-up, an artillery that would fight for you at the drop of a hat.

➵ And those moments, that ones were you were caught with your tail between your legs and ass in the air waiting to be fucked over, were when you truly crumbled.

➵And though it broke you down and made you hurt, your artillery had your back.

___

“Issei, I was-”

You bit your tongue as you were roughly shoved to the side by Akina Harakashi, the omega throwing herself at your alpha. His face remained unmoved and his arms by his side.

She was his science partner for the semester, and though Issei reassured you she was nothing more, you couldn’t help but internally whine at how she acted with him. It was no secret that she liked him, but since you and Issei kept you relationship on the down low, rumors were bound to pop up.

And though you didn’t let it show, they poked and prodded at you. Make your skin crawl as you ventured deep into your own mindset. Thoughts that would plague your every move and drive your omega into overdrive as they tried fixing whatever you picked on in your own reflection.

You shivered as she looked up to Matsukawa, who was busy focusing on entering his locker combo.

“Mattsunnnn~ I’ve missed you!” Her voice was literal nails on a chalkboard to you.

“I saw you twenty minutes ago.” Matsukawa hissed as his locker popped open. “I haven’t seen you recently though, pretty thing.”

Your omega purred as Issei grabbed his textbook, closing his locker and pushing past Akina. He smirked down at you, intertwining your pinkies in the most discreet way possible before walking you to class.

You glossed over his question when he asked you how lunch went.

___

“Do you think Harakashi and Matsukawa are dating?”

“It wouldn’t surprise me, have you seen how she hangs off of him?”

“I think they’d make such a cute couple!”

“If Matsukawa doesn’t ask her out soon, he’ll loose her.”

You kept your head down and scent blocking collar tight as you slowly crept through the hallway, exit in front of you. Honestly, you didn’t have the energy to continue on with the day, so you were leaving it the midst of lunch, where you could loose yourself in the crowd and disappear.

You wanted nothing more than your alpha, but his last message had your eyes stinging.

‘Harakashi asked me to meet her at lunch, so I won’t be able to see you. Eat something. At this point, I’ll even take junk food. Just get some food. I’ll see you after school.’

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but it stung you deeply. This was it. This was the downfall of your and your alpha’s relationship. You were blown off for Akina Harakashi at long last.

The rational part of you wanted to defend Matsukawa, but every time you tried, the insecurities that had been bubbling within you spit towards the rational part of you and your omega, throwing any redeeming thought into the corner to rot.

A part of you was angry. Angry with Matsukawa for letting this happen. Angry with yourself for not speaking up. Angry with your fucking stomach which groaned for food of any sort. Livid with Akina for trying to steal Mattsun.

Angry at the world.

You couldn’t really remember the last time you ate anything besides...air. The days all blurred together in one miserable run.

“What did I say?”

You glanced over at Matsukawa, heart leaping at the jump he gave you appearing out of nowhere, leaning on the wall beside you. You huffed, turning away from him and leaving him to follow after you. He did so, jogging a bit to catch up.

“You said I’d see you after school. This is not after school.” You snapped, growling at the alpha. He raised a brow, either in disbelief at your attitude or amusement.

“Omega. I said eat. This doesn’t look like eating.” His longer legs gave him the chance to cut in front of you, face now set in anger.

“You also said you had to meet with Harakashi. So scurry along to your new play thing.” You shoved past Matsukawa, trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes.

“What are you talking about?!” Issei smartened up, grabbing your wrist when you tried leaving him behind yet again, now visibly irritated. Truth be told, he was meeting up with Harakashi to put an end to her insistent clinginess. To put her in her place, beneath you.

She tried confessing to him before he even looked up, coming into the room with her arms outstretched already, yelling about ‘I knew you felt the same’ or something . He dodged her, sneering down at her and snapping at her to leave him alone or he’d go through the semester alone (Which he already talked to the teacher about, but she didn’t need to know about that).

Hanamaki had been his eyes when he wasn’t there, reporting back to Matsukawa with updates on you. His latest? You had been missing from lunch for the better part of the week, and last he saw you were ditching the last half of this day.

Which Matsukawa wasn’t letting happen, because if you went home right now, you wouldn’t come back. And he couldn’t live with himself if he let you drop.

“I was meeting with Harakashi to tell her to piss off. You’re my omega. Why in the hell would I even want someone like her when I already have you? You are mine, and I fought for you. I don’t need a corner worker.”

Any fight you had in you disappeared when you saw the small tears glazing your alphas eyes, making your own break free as you ran into his chest. His arms locked around you, holding as if you would slip away if his grip loosened.

Which you just might’ve. Good thing he wasn’t planning on letting you slip.

“Wanna go get food?”

“...Yea. Can we get nuggets?”

“Anything for my pretty omega.”

➵ Okay this one is super short, and I’m sorry! I just wanted to get this out for you guys!

➵ And I think you guys wanted a follow up of sorts for Oikawa.

➵So here it is!

➵ Things didn’t improve over night.

➵It took awhile, but it was worth it.

➵ In time you and Oikawa reached a nice equilibrium.

➵ He wore his bond mark loud and proud and you made sure to tell him when you were uncomfortable with his fangirls and how close they were getting.

➵ In turn, you learned to slowly let go of any reservations you had on his loyalty.

➵He wouldn’t have marked you if he didn’t want to devote his entire being to you.

➵ This showed up when a girl, who you despised (With no hard feelings, since she hated you just as much) tried confessing to Oikawa.

➵Toru, baby boy, shut her down the minute she opened her mouth.

➵ He didn’t even look her way, instead searching for you and quickly brightening up when he saw you.

➵ If he had a tail it would’ve been wagging.

➵ Things improved and everyone was all the better for it.

➵ And Toru made sure to, not only apologize to Iwaizumi, but gift him a voucher for a free movie for him and his omega (who was having a hard time as well).

➵Things were looking up and you both were sure to keep it that way!

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“Kentaro, please don’t hurt Kindaichi!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you tried to stop the alphas from snapping on each other.

It wasn’t that Kyoutani didn’t like or respect you, because he did-- you were like a second mom, but Kindaichi just got on every single one of his nerves. And then tried dragging you into it! Like, the audacity of this bitch.

“Kyoutani!” Your alpha’s bark had both the blond and raven pausing, a careful glance making both back down as Oikawa heading towards you guys (Throwing a pile of confession letters into the trash on his way by without even looking; some point they would get the hint if he left the blatantly in the open).

The blond growled lowly, sending you a quick glance before returning to practice. Oikawa let him, turning his glare to the instigator of the whole thing. The onion-headed pup hid behind your smaller frame, making your laugh.

It was almost like that moment when dad’s pulled out their ‘behave or else’ voice. And in a way it was.

“One of these days my pretty dove won’t be there to save you, Kindaichi.”

“I know.”

You and Oikawa sent a look to each before you laughed, moving so Oikawa and Kindaichi could have a ‘man to man’ talk.

The pack was dysfunctional, and you almost let it go.

You were thankful you didn’t and still had this family to come back home too. All thanks to your alpha.

“STOP MAKING GOO-GOO EYES AT YOUR OMEGA SHITTY-KAWA.”

“I can’t help it, Iwa- IWA STOP HITTING ME- Y/N HELP-”

You shook your head laughing, jogging to save said alpha.

He was childish and arrogant, and sometimes got too far up his own ass, but he was yours. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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