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holyfuckthisfishcandrive · 4 years

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Books and Answers

Masterpost (makes this easier, this is chapter 25 btw), Ao3

Word count: 2842

Warnings: stuff from the last chapter mentioned, implied past trauma and flashback, hostage situation, syringes, implied human experiments

Logan woke up to a splitting headache.

He blinked and the light falling past the curtains burned in his eyes.

He winced and it took him another few minutes to be able to open his eyes.

A glass of water stood on his bedside table, together with a small pill. He reached out slowly and drank almost the entire glass before he took the pill and drank the rest.

Virgil must've left it out for him-

Virgil.

Logan shot up almost falling over from a wave of dizziness.

He had strangled Virgil.

There was no body on the floor.

So he at least hadn't killed him.

He had strangled his son.

Fuck.

Logan ran out into the hallway and turned around himself once before rushing to Virgil's room.

"Virgil?!" his own voice made his headache spike.

The room was empty. The bed as unmade as ever, the skulls neatly on their shelves, drawings and posters on the walls.

Logan nearly fell down the stairs and burst into the empty kitchen, went on into the living room and ran back up the stairs.

"Virgl? Are you here?"

He ripped open the bathroom door and stopped.

The sink was covered in tiny bits of dark purple hair. A carton was visible in the trash can.

Logan grabbed it and pulled it out.

Purple hairdye.

Had Virgil dyed his hair?

But where was he now?

There was no blood anywhere so at least Virgil hadn't cut again.

But he was still gone.

Logan realised a few minutes later that his shoes were gone and dialled Emile's number. Maybe Virgil had gone to Emile and Remy. They were like uncles to him after all.

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Janus woke up slowly.

They were cuddling someone and opened their eyes to figure out who the actual fuck was in their bed.

Oh, right. Virgil had come over last night.

He looked different.

His hair had been shoulder-length for years now but he'd shaved most of it, leaving him with an undercut and purple hair at the top of his head. There were no tear tracks left on his face and the bags under his eyes were as dark as ever, making Janus wonder how long he'd gone without sleep this time. They glanced at their alarm clock. It'd ring in a minute.

They waited, watching the long thin second's finger move steadily until it reached the 12 again and the minute finger moved to quarter past.

A shrill noise cut through the room and Janus reached out over Virgil and turned it off.

"What-?" Virgil squinted and pat against their arm as if trying to find out what it was in his halfawake state.

"Morning," Janus greeted him. "Are you okay?"

Virgil stared at them for a moment before shrugging. After the way, he'd shown up Janus wasn't sure if they could expect much better.

"What day is it?" Virgil asked.

"Don't fucking know," Janus chuckled.

They grabbed their phone and unlocked it.

"We're lucky," they said. "It's Saturday. We don't have school today."

"Thank fucking god."

Janus contemplated for a moment before speaking up again.

"Can I ask what happened yesterday?" they finally asked. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Virgil looked away from them.

"Maybe... Maybe later but I don't think," he shook his head. "Not now."

"Okay," Janus nodded and got up, grabbing a shirt they had felt on the back of their desk chair. "Are you hungry? Mum bought some new cereal yesterday."

"A bit... Won't your parents ask why I'm suddenly here? Or who I am?"

Janus hesitated.

Right, neither Mum nor Luan had ever met Virgil in all the years they'd been friends. Even when they'd talked about him they had never actually used a name. They'd only ever called him 'a friend' or similar titles. Then again, both Mum and Luan tended to go to bed as early as possible to catch as much sleep as possible, since they had to get up early. Even while still looking for work Mum tended to be busy for the entire day and stood up with Luan. So, it wouldn't sound too weird if Janus just said that Virgil had come by after they had gone to bed. They'd just have to leave out the fact that it had been like three am and that Virgil had climbed in through the window and cried.

"I'll handle it," they said. "Don't worry. I'm an excellent liar."

The two of them left the small room and made their way through the apartment, Virgil's eyes scanning everything they passed as if he was looking for hidden clues to a puzzle only he knew about. Janus knew the feeling. It was how they constantly felt around Virgil.

The smell of coffee greeted them as they entered the kitchen.

"Morning," Luan mumbled and took a sip of his big 'Good Morning' mug. It had a jawning cartoon sheep under the phrase and had been his favourite ever since Mum had given it to him for Valentines Day six years ago.

He did a double-take and rubbed over his eyes as if to check he wasn't seeing things before staring at Virgil, looking vaguely confused.

"I could've sworn there was only one teenager in this household," he muttered into his coffee before calling towards the bedroom. "Babe? Did you have another child while I was at work?"

"What?" Mum called back her footsteps came closer and she stopped in the door to the living room.

"This is my friend, Virgil," Janus introduced quickly. "He came over after you two went to bed last night."

"Just some stress at home," Virgil mumbled and shrugged awkwardly.

"Oh," Luan nodded. "That makes a lot more sense. I need more caffeine."

"Nice to meet you, Virgil," Mum took her own steaming mug from the counter. "Do either of you want any coffee?"

"Not today, thanks," Janus got out two bowls for cereal while Virgil just shook his head.

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Patton turned on the speakers he hadn't needed in months as soon as he got down into the shop.

The calming music filled the shop and he let himself just listen and breath for a few minutes.

He knew exactly what had triggered the night terror. He had almost expected it even.

He really had to start turning off the news as soon as they talked about any sort of science involving labs and experiments.

Patton gently caressed the petals of a full red rose. He'd take it slow today. Give himself the time he needed to fully believe that he was safe, that they couldn't and wouldn't hunt him down and drag him back there.

He was fine, he reminded himself, taking a sip of his rose tea.

About an hour after opening the bell over the door rung for the first time.

"Good morning- Logan!" he felt his heart leap at the sight of Logan. it had been almost a month and he'd missed him far more than he'd expected to.

"Hello, Patton," Logan smiled at him. He looked tired and a few strands of hair hung into his face. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good," Patton smiled back at him. "Is something wrong?"

He reached out with his powers and felt Logan's distress, panic and soul-crushing guilt. He could guess that something bad had happened but it was hard to tell where the emotions came from through the chaos they had created in Logan.

"I- Uhm... I made a mistake," Logan said. "Have you seen Virgil by any chance? He won't answer his phone and no one I asked so far saw him."

"No, I haven't," Patton frowned. "What happened?"

"I did something... bad and he ran away last night. And I understand that he doesn't want to see me right now but I just have to make sure that he's alright."

"Okay," Patton said. "Well, as I said, I didn't see him but if I do I'll tell you. And I'll check if he's alright."

Logan gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Patton. It means a lot."

For a moment they stood in silence.

Patton wasn't sure what to say.

Part of him wanted to apologize for the kiss but he wasn't sure if he really should.

"I'm sorry I didn't contact you after our date," Logan said suddenly. "I didn't mean to ghost you like that."

"Oh, it's fine. But... could I maybe have your number?"

"Of course," Logan pat down his pockets. "I... forgot my phone at home."

Patton chuckled.

"Don't worry, I have a pen," he grabbed it from under the counter and took Logan's hand. He wrote down his mobile number and handed Logan the pen, offering his own hand.

Logan took it so gently as if he was afraid of breaking Patton.

Slowly he wrote down his number and it tickled slightly.

Then he put the pen down again.

"I have to go now but... I'd like to go out for coffee again. Or maybe something similar. It was nice."

Patton nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I'd like that. I hope you find Virgil. Like I said, if I see him I'll make sure he's okay and tell you."

"Thank you. And if you do and he doesn't want to see me... can you please tell him that I'm so, so sorry. He doesn't have to forgive me but I just want him to know that."

"Okay," Patton nodded. "Will do. I hope I'll see you soon."

Logan gave him one last tired smile before turning and leaving the shop again.

Patton watched him go and reached out with his powers again.

Logan was still upset, worried and guilty but the panic had lessened ever so slightly. Considering the situation Patton counted that as a small win. He hoped he'd get a chance to talk to Virgil.

Part of him wanted to know what had happened, the other part wasn't sure if it was his place to know. He wasn't a part of their family and this clearly was a thing between the two of them but he also wanted to help. Not only because he cared about Logan but also because he was worried about Virgil, running around somewhere in these streets, probably just as upset as Logan - if not more - and maybe making bad decisions.

He smelled at his tea and enjoyed the warmth on his face for a moment.

For the following hours, nothing much happened, a few customers, a small chat with Ms Cho and nearly two pots of tea.

Patton closed the shop a little earlier than usual and moved up to his apartment to wrap himself up in his blanket and watch Cartoons.

He turned on the TV and lazily flicked through the channels. Some documentary, a Cartoon for toddlers - not really the kind he wanted to see, a reality show, a cooking show where Gordon Ramsay was yelling at some poor guy about carrots, the news -

Patton stopped as the sight on the monitor behind the moderator registered and turned up the volume.

"- according to the authorities there are seven hostages in the building. The Professor hasn't made any demands for their release so far. We'll keep you posted as soon as anything happens."

Patton's stomach dropped.

Seven hostages.

He couldn't stand by and do nothing. Logic was his opponent, it was his duty to fight him and free those poor people from his captivity. He downed the last bit of his tea and stood up to get dressed.

Damn Logic.

While he put on his armour, hoodie and boots one thought wouldn't leave him alone.

This wasn't Logic's style at all.

Hostage situations were something he expected from Psyche, maybe sometimes from Sleep or gangs, but not from Logic. Something was off with it.

He pushed the thought aside and climbed out of the window, only turning on the LEDs in the heart on his chest when he was a few buildings away from his apartment.

It took him fifteen minutes to reach the library Professor Logic had taken over.

Police were surrounding the building and one of them was trying to get Logic's attention.

Patton landed next to him and the man stopped, putting down the megaphone.

"I'll try to get in through the roof and get the hostages to safety," Patton told him. "Try to keep him distracted.

"Be careful," the policeman frowned.

"Will do."

He scaled the side of the building and looked around on the roof for an entrance.

He quickly found a small window which he managed to slip through and found himself in a dusty attic, full of old books. He sneezed and froze, listening for footsteps.

Silence.

Good.

That meant nobody had heard him.

Slowly Patton snuck towards the stairs and down into the highest floor of the library. and looked down through the balcony like opening down all the way.

The hostages were on the lowest floor, huddled together, but he couldn't see Logic anywhere. Maybe he was finally talking to the police now.

Patton snuck down the stairs, listening for anything suspicious all the while.

On the second floor, he hesitated again, just to make sure that Logic was nowhere near the hostages.

There were four college students, whispering among each other, a woman holding her baby close and rocking back and forth, a man nervously biting at his nails and a couple holding onto each other tightly. They glanced into different directions from time to time as if looking for the Professor. So they didn't know where he was either.

Patton stepped back from the railing.

"Hello, Heartrate," a smooth voice behind him made him freeze.

Slowly Patton turned around.

"Hello, Logic."

Professor Logic looked tired, his usually so bright eyes dull and lifeless.

"I'm glad you came here."

Patton blinked in surprise.

"And why is that? Do you want to fight me?"

"No," Logic shook his head. "I don't. I want to ask you something."

"Really? Why I don't approve of you holding these poor people, maybe?" he hissed.

"Oh, them? They can go. I don't care for them. I just want to talk to you."

"Doesn't look like they can go."

"Then tell them," Logic shrugged. "I don't care."

Patton frowned. Logic's emotions seemed to indicate that he was speaking the truth. Slowly he turned around.

"Hey!" he called to get the people's attention. "You can leave! Everything will be alright! Just go outside!"

They seemed to hesitate for a moment before scrambling towards the doors.

Patton watched them go until they were out of sight, just to be sure that they'd be alright. Even if Logic didn't seem to be lying, he couldn't be sure.

"So," Patton turned back around, "what do you want from me?"

Your powers. Are they your fault or someone else's'?"

"What?" Patton asked, taken aback.

The words "None of your business" were at the tip of his tongue. The anxiety from last night was still in his bones and just thinking about it made it tingle all over again. It was none of Logic's business. Patton's trauma wasn't his to know about. The scars on his arms were his own to count and see in the bathroom mirror.

"Are they your fault or someone else's'? If it makes you more comfortable, mine are most definitely my fault."

"What do you mean by that?" Patton's frown deepened.

Had Logic done the kind of experiments to himself that they had done to him?

Patton felt his throat close up, memories he'd tried to bury years ago, flashing through his mind.

Logic frowned.

"Do you... You don't actually know where powers come from?" he asked slowly.

Oh, Patton knew too well where his powers were from. The syringes, tests and transfusions were haunting him.

Logic looked away for a moment.

"Trauma," he suddenly said. "Powers come from trauma. There is a gene few people have that triggers a trauma response, resulting in people developing powers."

Trauma?

It hadn't been the tests?

Or, it had. Just mot in the way Patton had thought for years.

"Mine was my fault thanks to my own bad decisions. Who's fault are your's?"

Patton clenched his teeth, trying to process the new information. If powers stemmed from trauma, that meant all of them were traumatised, right? Not just him but Logic, Sleep and Psyche too. Were they really all just traumatised people fighting each other?

"Someone else's," he said tonelessly.

"Mhm. I see. Can I ask how your powers developed? Did it happen quickly or fast?"

"Why are you asking me these questions? I'm not sure. I think they came slowly. One thing after the other until I just... had them."

"Thank you. I just wanted to know if there was a difference," Logic nodded to himself and turned to leave. "Goodbye."

"Wait! Why did you want to know this?!"

"If strange things happen around town or something, it's my fault. We'll see what kind of powers will be the result."

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ghost-in-the-hella · 4 years

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Since you wrote this beautiful Valentine's story a while ago, are you gonna do the same thing for Easter maybe? :) Greetings, Doe

Thank you! If you only knew how many unfinished holiday amberprice and/or pricefield fanfics I have sitting in my google drive... I’ve been sitting on an amberprice Thanksgiving fic and a Halloween fic for something like two years now, plus I’ve got bits and pieces of other Halloween ones, a couple of Valentine’s ones for both amberprice and pricefield, a post-Bae ending pricefield multi-holiday fic, and on and on and on...

But here’s an Easter amberprice (I’m assuming that’s what you’re asking for) I just cranked out in, like, an hour or so. I haven’t so much as reread it and I normally agonize over my holiday fics for days if not weeks (or even years) so it’s very probably riddled with typos, repetitive phrases, and other nuisances. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless. (Oh, incidentally, it’s supposed to be a phone conversation between Rachel and Chloe, which I don’t think I made at all clear in the fic itself)

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“I thought you were the one who’s all into holidays and stuff. I mean, you dragged me out to that Blackhellaween party, you made me celebrate Valentine’s Day for the first time since I was a kid, you--”

“I like Valentine’s Day because it’s romantic, and Halloween is all about costumes and drama. Easter is just… boring.”

“A giant rabbit travels all over the world breaking into people’s houses and crapping out eggs and candy, and that’s boring to you?”

“...Chloe. You’re seventeen years old. Are you seriously telling me that you still believe in the Easter Bunny??”

“Uh, no, but I seriously believe in candy! And breaking into people’s houses.”

“Well, that would definitely make Easter more exciting around here…”

“I gather your folks aren’t the ‘dressing up as the Easter Bunny to surprise the kid with candy’ types.”

“Um, what? Is that a thing??”

“It was a thing when my dad was alive.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god, you’re not serious.”

“Hella fucking serious, cross my heart and hope to die. Every year we’d stay up past midnight watching Saturday Night Live together, right?”

“Uh-huh…”

“So every year a little before midnight, my dad would start yawning and stretching, and then he’d claim he’s too tired to watch the rest and he’d go off to bed. Then, like, fifteen minutes later there’d be a knocking at the door.”

“Oh my god. You’re kidding me.”

“I’m not creative enough to make something like this up.”

“Untrue, but go on.”

“Okay, so my mom would act all mystified about who could possibly be knocking on our door so late - she’s a shit actor, by the way - and would ask me to get the door. Y’know, like any responsible parent would ask their young daughter to do after midnight when a strange knocking sounds on the door.”

“You were how old?”

“I don’t remember when he started; I was probably, like, four. He kept doing it until he died, so I was, like, fourteen the last time.”

“Holy shit.”

“Anyway, so I’d open the door, and there would be this-- haha-- this-this fuckin’... giant rabbit-- ha, god, he was such a dork…”

“Ha-ha-h-holy shit, no way--”

“Yes way; there’d be this fuckin’ huge, like, six-foot-- hah-- pink bunny with a --hahhh-- basket full of candy--”

“Hahahah, oh my god, Chloe--”

“Hahhhh… ahhh… God.”

“Holy fuck.”

“Yeah…”

“That’s amazing. He was still doing that when you were fourteen??”

“Yeah, he’d probably still be doing it. I’d be, like, begging him not to - I’m too old for this, you’re such a dork, blah blah blah - and he’d just… do it anyway. And then, of course, the rabbit would leave, and my dad would come back downstairs ten minutes later to ask us if anything strange happened.”

“He did not.”

“He did.”

“Wow. Yeah, I cannot imagine either of my parents ever doing anything like that.”

“James Amber in a bunny suit is something his political rivals would probably pay good money to see.”

“I’ll bet. I don’t think the stick up his butt would fit into one, though.”

“Hah, good point.”

“So did your dad, like, rent the costume every year, or did he actually own an Easter bunny costume?”

“No idea. I think it was the same one every year, so he probably owned it. It’s probably in a box in the attic somewhere, assuming it hasn’t been donated or trashed to make room for Step-dick’s stuff. He just loved doing stuff like that, though. He’d dress up as Santa, too. I believed in Santa for probably an embarrassing amount of time because of that.”

“That’s adorable.”

“Adorably dorky.”

“Just the way I like it.”

“Lucky me. So what does your family do, then?”

“We go to church.”

“Oh.”

“Yup.”

“‘Kay. I mean, we used to do that, too, but we also did, like, Easter egg hunts and stuff.”

“And bunny costumes, apparently.”

“You know it! So, like, no baskets, no candy, no dying eggs, nothing? Just church?”

“My mom makes pysanky.”

“...She what now?”

“She uses wax to make really ridiculously elaborate and ornate Easter eggs with traditional Ukranian designs.”

“Uh, wow. That sounds… cool?”

“They’re beautiful. She’s really, really good at it. She taught me how to make them years ago, but mostly she just does it herself. It takes a lot of patience and a steady hand. I usually lose patience.”

“So not exactly a fun family bonding activity.”

“Not exactly, no.”

“I’m guessing they don’t hide them around the house for you to find…”

“They sit in an artfully arranged row on the mantel.”

“Ah.”

“And then we dress up in our ‘best’ clothes and go for the traditional family photo op at church. James hobnobs with his political frenemies, Mom and I do our best to look like the perfect, happy family, and then we go home and I try to scrub the dirty feeling of lies out of my skin.”

“That’s… Wow. Fuck, Rach.”

“You guys did Easter egg hunts?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, we did. Max would come over the night before and we’d dye eggs together and make a huge mess. Then she’d have to go home because her parents wanted her home for Easter, but she’d come over again the next day after church. My dad would’ve hidden plastic eggs all over the house and yard, and Max and I would spend at least an hour looking for them. They were full of toys and candy and stuff. It was awesome.”

“That sounds really nice.”

“It was. So, wait, you’ve never had an Easter egg hunt? Like, ever?”

“Never.”

“That’s hella tragic, dude.”

“It is what it is. I rock the shit out of Halloween, at least.”

“I mean, yeah, you do, but--”

“It’s fine, Chloe. Seriously, not every holiday has to be a big deal.”

“Yeah, that’s true, I guess. Last few years have been hella boring, to be honest. Like, your Easter sounds exciting compared to mine these days. Mom and the Step-douche gave up on even trying to drag me to church, so I’ll just be hanging out here all day. I’d probably just embarrass them, anyway.”

“That sucks. But hey, I’ll come see you after church tomorrow, right? So that’s already better than our last Easters.”

“...Yeah. Yeah, that’s true. Hey, you wanna meet at the junkyard tomorrow? Trash up your best clothes?”

“Fuck yes. I’ll see if I can smuggle some wine out of church.”

“If anyone can do it, you can. I believe in you, Rachel Amber.”

“Ha, like you still believe in the Easter Bunny?”

“...Fuck, you’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Aw, what kind of a friend would I be if I did?”

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(As a personal side note, no, my dad did not dress up as the Easter Bunny. My older cousin did, though. Every year she’d go out to sleep over at a friend’s house, and then in the middle of the rest of us watching SNL together we’d get a “surprise visit” from the Easter Bunny. We’re Jewish, btw.)

#writing prompts #prompt fic #holiday fic #easter fic #amberprice #fanfic #LiS #BtS #Life is Strange #Before the Storm #rachel amber #chloe price

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adnauseums · 5 years

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TITLE: Late

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: Bitch you think I know??

SUMMARY: It’s Valentine’s Day. Y/N and Natasha thought they’d be out on a date while Bucky and Steve watched their newborns. The only problem with that is that the twins are currently two weeks late.

WARNINGS: Tooth-rotting fluff

TAG LIST: @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @papi-chulo-bucky OPEN FOR MORE PEOPLE PLEASE I’M LONELY

TRANSLATIONS: Убирайся = Get out Малышка = Baby girl принцесса = Princess возлюбленная = Beloved

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This song was inspired by Baby Mama by Starrkeisha! You’ll most definitely see it later! A quick disclaimer as well: I don’t own the gifs I use, nor do I own Baby Mama by Starrkeisha, nor do I own the friends quotes I’ll use in this either! Also, when I see the reader in this, I’m just imagining Nathalie Emmanuel and idk why. I think I’m gonna write a Nat series with this queen. I love her sm. Nathalie has that soft, innocent look that I feel Natasha would look for because I think it’s a really good balance of the pair’s personality. BTW, Steve and Bucky are married, and Natasha and Y/N are married. They’re in a polyamorous relationship too because I’m trash and I wanted to. Y/N took Natasha’s last name, Bucky took Steve’s KK i’m done byeeee

“I want you out.” You hissed down at your enlarged bump. “Get. Out. Get out, get out, get out!” Tears were welling up in your eyes- it’s not like you had expected them to comply with your demands, but the firm kick you received following your command made you let out a sob, “Natasha!” You cried out. It hadn’t been but three seconds that you’d called out and Natasha had ran in, Tweedledee and Tweedledum slid in after her.

“Y/N are you okay?”

“Is it time?! Are they coming?”

Natasha shot the two of them a glare, “Убирайся.” She snapped at them. The pair straightened and nodded, turning and exiting the room, closing the door behind them. Once the two of you were alone, Nat nudged your leg. You sniffled, scooting over so she could sit down. The dip in the couch beside you was familiar, and soon Nat wrapped her arms around your torso and pulled you into her. “What’s wrong, Малышка?” Natasha muttered, placing a kiss on your earlobe.

Your lip quivered and you took a deep breath, “I’m a horse.” You said with a small cry, squeaky and clearly upset. “I’m a million weeks pregnant, and it’s all those shitheads faults with their super sperm!” You began to cry, “We just thought it would be a better chance with both of them, but how the fuck was I supposed to know that they had supernuts! I didn’t! This is their f-fault. I-I-I’m gonna ca-castrate them, I-I swear to G-God.” There was a brief silence, and you turned to look at your wife, only to discover that she was fighting laughter, “What?!”

Natasha burst into laughter, “Baby,” She shook her head, holding her stomach as she laughed, kissing you on the cheek, “Oh Christ, babe, I’m sorry. You’re hormones are really getting the best of you, Малышка.” She exclaimed, beginning to rub your back.

You bit your lip, almost pouting, “I-I’m not. I’m tired of being a million weeks pregnant!” You exclaimed. “And I haven’t been able to go anywhere because I’m fucking huge. I just want to celebrate Valentine’s Day with you, Tash.” You stated, looking over at her.

Natasha sighed, “You’re stir-crazy, huh?” She asked you. You crossed your arms and nodded. Natasha thought for a moment before looking over at the stereo, then at the door. “Alright, принцессa, let’s stand up,” She put a hand under your right arm and another arm over your shoulders.

You groaned, “Natasha!” You whined. She rolled her eyes.

“1... 2... 3...” Natasha gently pushed you up to your feet and steadied you. “We’re going downstairs to the gym.” She stated. You pouted, opening your mouth to protest, only to be greeted by a stern look from your wife. You complied.

Natasha helped you waddle over to the elevator, which FRIDAY had opened for you. “Where to, Mrs. Romanoff?” “The gym, FRIDAY, thanks.” Nat replied swiftly. The doors closed and after several more moments of pouting and stern looks, the doors opened into the gym where Bucky and Steve were training.

The doors closed behind you and the pair stopped briefly to give you a soft smile. “Hey, babydoll.” Steve greeted, the pair walking over to you. Steve stooped down to kiss you on the cheek and you grumbled, Bucky proceeding to kiss you on your forehead.

“She’s angry at you.” Natasha said with a chuckle, addressing the pair of them.

They exchanged confused looks before looking at you, “What’s wrong, возлюбленная?” Bucky asked you softly, giving you a quick kiss on your neck.

You grumbled, “Your fucking Supernuts that’s what,” You looked at Nat and pouted, “Baby, what are we doing here? I just wanna go upstairs and cry, please.”

Natasha gave you a smile and pulled her phone out from her pocket. “You’re dancing,” You groaned and Natasha continued to address FRIDAY once more, “FRIDAY, play Baby Momma by Starrkeisha,” Nat stated, pressing a button on her phone. Her phone ‘ding’ed and she gave you an innocent smile, nodding at Steve and Bucky.

♪ When the song come on let me see ya get gone (get gone) Baby mama’s (ha) this yo song Been pregnant for way too long (too long) Now tell the DJ turn it on If she a baby mama (go head) She gone do that baby mama (work) She gone put it on ya (uh huh) She gone do that baby mama Drop it down, drop it down down low Do the baby mama when I step out on the floor ♪

Bucky grinned, gently placing his hands on your shoulders, beginning to dance behind you. To further betray you, Steve smirked and walked forward, grabbing your hands and intertwining them with his, essentially forcing you to dance. “Come on!” You groaned, a small laugh slipping out. Bucky gave Steve a wink and Steve laughed, dancing out of Natasha’s camera’s view. Bucky gently spun you to face you, placing his hands on your hips. You laughed at him, shaking your head slightly, but slightly moving your body to the beat of the song.

♪ One month, two month, three month, four Hit the baby mama when I’m stepping through the door Yeah I'm pregnant but I got a ill flow Tryna make some money buy some Huggies from the store S to the T A double R K to the E I S H A And I don’t play Do it my way Preggo but I’m still doin' moves like Beyonce ♪

You were getting into the groove, giggling as Bucky continued to mouth the words to you, Natasha watching in amusement.

♪ B A to the B Y - M O double M A say B A to B Y do the baby mama! On the floor with it Drop it low with it Imma get it get it get it like a pro with it On the floor with it Drop it low with it Imma get it get it like a pro with it ♪

At this point, Steve had replaced Bucky and was dropping to kiss your extremely large, protruding bump with every ‘drop it low’ that floated over the speakers. Eventually, you were in full swing (as much as you were able, in your heavily pregnant state). Bucky and Steve both accompanied you, however the fun was quickly over when a pang of pain struck your abdomen. You cursed, falling forward. Luckily for you, Steve caught you. Natasha quickly ended the video, shoving her phone into her pocket and rushing forward. “Was that-?” She began to ask; and you interrupted her before she could finish.

“-A contraction?” You quickly nodded. “I-I mean, it could be a Braxton, right?” You asked as you looked between the three of them.

Bucky opened his mouth and closed it again, humming slightly, “Um, принцессa?” He asked, “Your water broke.”

You froze, but only for a moment and Steve steadied you on your feet as you processed. Finally, you spoke, “Fucking FINALLY!”

Your screams rang throughout the floor. You gripped Bucky’s metal hand tightly (fortunate for him) and unfortunately for Steve, you had a good grip on Steve’s shirt, pulling him forward to glare at him. Looking between Steve and Bucky, you cursed out at them, “You two,” You hissed at them, “You did this to m-” Your scold and threat devolved into a pitchy scream as a major contraction washed over you.

“You’re doing great, doll,” Steve cooed, although in slight pain. He was sure you were going to bruise his chest.

“Shut up!” You screamed at him. Steve exchanged glances with Bucky, eyes widened before the pair were brought back to the moment by Nat’s voice and another one of your cries.

“Y/N/N, sweetie, you’re almost done!” Natasha exclaimed. Natasha herself was behind you, seeing as you were situated between her open legs in order to keep you sitting up; and also be close to you. “Right, Helen?” Nat asked Dr. Cho. Helen nodded, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“You’re almost done, Y/N! I promise it’ll be over soo-”

“Shut the fuck up, you cow!” You hissed through a particularly nasty contraction. After the contraction had passed, you began to cry, “I-I’m so s-sorry, Helen. I-I didn’t mean it.”

Helen chuckled lightly, “It’s alright, Y/N,” She looked at her watch, “Alright, Y/N, we’re gonna count down to your next contraction. It should be coming in about 30 seconds, okay? Thirty, 29, 28, 27, 26, 25-”

Another contraction rippled through your, setting all your nerves ablaze, “Thirty seconds my ass!” You yelled out.

“I can see the head! Keep pushing, Y/N, hold your push!” Helen instructed.

You did as Helen instructed, crying as you did so, “I-I can’t do it!” You cried out. Your emotions quickly turned angry, “WHO THE FUCK HAD THE BRIGHT IDEA OF NATURAL LABOR?!” You practically yelled.

“And release!” Helen instructed. “Alright, just one more push, Y/N! You’ve got to hold this one as hard as you can, okay?” You nodded tearfully, and screamed out as another contraction washed over you. You pushed, and held it. “Good, good! You’re doing great, Y/N! Okay, shoulders are out! Arms... and torso! And, release it, Y/N!” A pitchy wail was heard throughout the room, and the four new parents were silent. Helen smiled at the four of you, “Congratulations, guys. You have a beautiful baby daughter.” Helen stated.

Natasha’s eyes began to water and she moved your hair out of your face, gently and lovingly kissing your neck. “Did you hear that, возлюбленная? We’ve got a baby girl.”

Bucky cut the umbilical cord, and the newborn baby girl was swaddled and handed to him. You had little time to rest and appreciate the sight before another contraction hit, and you let out a low, guttural yell, “I already had a baby, leave me alone!” You groaned out.

After forty three hours of painful labor, you were exhausted, but your two baby girls were there. You gazed lovingly down at one, gently kissing her on the forehead. “You did great, sweetheart.” Steve muttered, kissing the top of your hair. Natasha held the other one, and Bucky sat at your bedside, hand on your knee as he just tried to be as close to you as possible.

“I know.” You answered softly. The four of you let out a small laugh. And then, of course, the peaceful silence was all but destroyed upon the rest of the Avengers’ entrance into your room.

“Where are my godsons?” The voice of Clint rang out as he opened the door, a mass of blue balloons following him inside, along with Wanda and Vision in tow.

You giggled softly, “Shut up, Birdman!” You stated quietly. “You lost the bet, by the way.”

Tony’s hushed voice broke in, “I knew it.” He stated, pink balloons following him in one hand, the other holding the hand of a very pregnant Pepper Potts, Peter following them. “You’ll pay up later, Barton.” Tony stated.

Natasha rolled her eyes and smiled at Pepper, “Hey, Pep. How’s Morgan treating you?” She asked her.

Pepper chuckled softly. “The terrible twos are really a thing. I can only wish you good luck,” She teased, “It’s a good thing Morgan’s got her Dad wrapped around her little finger.”

Tony turned and gently kissed her, “Does not.”

“Does so,” Pepper retorted back.

And suddenly, the door burst open, and the God of Thunder strolled in, many gifts in hands. “Where are the children!?” He exclaimed. That’s when the wailing began.

You winced, gently rocking your twin as Natasha attempted to soothe the other. “Thor!” You exclaimed. “Well, there’s no point being quiet now...” You grumbled.

Thor offered you a sheepish grin. “My sincere apologies, Lady Romanoff.” He stated to you.

You sighed, laughing slightly, “It’s good to see you too, Thor.” You swiftly replied.

Bruce walked through the door not long after that, very out of breath, “I tried...” He took a deep breath, “I tried to stop him.” He huffed.

You laughed once again, “Take a seat, Bruce. Geez Louise.”

Everyone laughed slightly, and Pepper walked over to your side. “Can I hold her?” She asked with a smile.

You grinned, “Of course, Pep.” You stated. You helped one of your new baby girls into Pepper’s arms.

“Oh my gosh... guys... your girls... they’re just stunning.” Pepper stated.

“I can’t even believe they’re real.” Bucky muttered.

Tony smiled at the newborn in Pepper’s arms, “So, what’d you name them?” He asked.

Natasha smiled, handing the infant she was holding to you, and you took the baby eagerly. The four of you exchanged glances, and you nodded at Steve. “Well, Tony,” He began. “Pepper would be holding little Wanda Sarah.” He stated.

Wanda looked shocked, “Y-You named her after me?”

You nodded quickly, “Of course we did, Wanda. You saved the world. No, not just the world, Wand, the universe. When you killed Thanos, and reversed the snap, you brought me and Bucky back to life. There was no debate.” Pepper smiled at Wanda, walked over to her and handing the newborn little Wanda to her namesake.

“And who’s the little one you’re holding, Y/N/N?” Clint asked.

You smiled at Clint, and then looked to Tony. “Her name is Maria Antonia. Bucky chose it."

Tony took a small step forward, “Can I...?” You nodded quickly, of course. Tony gently took Maria from you, and held her close, looking down at her. “Wow...” He muttered. He then looked up at Bucky. “Thank you.”

“Of course, Tony.” Bucky said softly.

Tony looked back down at the newborn baby girl in his arms, and then at the one in Wanda’s arms. “I’m going to spoil the fuck outta these kids.”

“Tony!” You exclaimed.

Pepper groaned, “Come on, Tony!”

Steve’s jaw set, and he sighed. “I’m not gonna say it, you dick.” He said with a chuckle, shaking his head lightly.

Bucky gave Steve a look, “Steve, babe, come on,”

“Language.”

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Friends to Lovers!Kim Donghyun

member: kim donghyun // mxm

genre: fluff

writing type: bulletpoint

word count: 1.4k

a/n: lol im either gonna edit a bunch of my writings or just copy and paste so sorry if some look nice and some look crusty // this one is rewritten btw!

my masterlist

so it all started when you had a project in your first year of middle school

it was kinda big for a middle school class so your teacher randomly assigned people

and wow what a coincidence you got the one and only kim donghyun!!

you had no idea who he was so you assumed he probably went to another elementary school

meeting him wasn’t too awkward?? he was super smiley and spoke kinda loud but somehow you found comfort in that

ofc since you were partners for a project, you went to meet up at the library to do research

but like that ended REEEAAAAL quickly bcuz yall are too loud lol

first of all you werent even completely focused bcuz donghyun kept making super bad jokes that were funny as a middle schooler

you’d both be laughing so fuckin loud that the librarian would have to kick you out

well ok looks like you’re going to your house to do continue the research i guess

your parents were like “omg you brought a boy home is this your boyfriend” bcuz yeah boy + girl hanging out = dating according to everyone

you looked really disgusted and donghyun looked awkward

yall basically just met so why would you even think about that!! plus you’re in middle school you don’t care about dating yet

“guys you havent even said hi to him but you already made him uncomfortable he’s just my partner for this project we have to do in class”

even tho he felt awkward, he still kept his happy, polite self and introduced himself to your parents

since it was probably a bad idea to go back to the library, donghyun would frequently come over to finish the project

your parents grew to like him more (and so did u ;) ) and him coming over would be normal now

even after you finished the project, you guys basically became super close and you would hang out alot outside of school

every year, the both of you would be praying that you’d be in the same class

if you werent, you’d be late to your classes bcuz you dont want to separate yet

until the bell rings again then you’re dashing your ass down the hall

now it wasnt until you got into highschool where people were more serious and fuckin drastic

being the major flower boy that he is, he snatched the hearts of so many girls in school

this means a shit ton of chocolates on the day of valentines !!

for him atleast lol

you never complained about not being able to get chocolates because he always shared the chocolates he got with you

but like you also knew that some girl would be brave enough to call him out to confess to him

you may have accidentally walked in on some of them mid-confession

slams door open

“donghyun where the hell are you we need to get the limited edition plush at the arcade and you know damn that’s gonna take fore- oh”

oops awkward for all of you

aaaaanndd since this is highschool some girls are petty as hell and will be like “i’ll do anything it takes to be with oppar11!!!1!1″

so you occasionally get bullied

frequently

woops they spilled juice on your notebook

woops they thought your textbook was trash

oh no where did your bag go- its outside?? and the window is open??

it took a while for donghyun to notice that you were getting bullied by his fangirls

ok in reality he only noticed because you started to distance yourself from him because of it

dh: y/n? where are you? i thought we were gonna go to the cafe

you: oh right sorry i had to go to the library for hw

dh: library??? homework??? ok its super obvious thats a lie where are you

you: wow can i not be responsible without being suspicious im just trying to pass highschool

dh: :/

dh: i know you’ve been lying alot lately y/n whats going on

you: well idk if youre just blind or stupid but your dumb fangirls are getting in my way and its annoying having to deal with them

dh: fangirls? what have they been doing? why do you have to stop hanging out with me?

you: ok youre just dumb...

dh: omg are you getting bullied

you: yes you idiot those fangirls of yours are brutal

dh: y/n..... im sorry.. i didn’t see that

you: yeah i know its been happening for months

dh: well i’ll treat you to food to make you feel better so hurry and get to the park

you: but im at home

dh: you live 3 minutes away from the park

you: im already in bed with snacks and netflix

dh: ok fine i’ll come over then

you: wait get ice cream before you come back

dh: yeah yeah ok

you wait a good 8 minutes and hear your door slamming open, your bed bouncing from donghyun whale flopping onto it

“you got the ice cream?”

he holds up the bag and says “right here”

“ok good lets make a fort now”

“why?”

you stared at him blankly

“perfect reason i’ll get the blankets”

he gets up and runs to the hallway closet, grabbing the extra blankets your family keeps

you get up to find as many extra pillows so that you can use it to support the fort

takes yall a good 25 min to do but its worth it

you snuggle up under the fort and start to eat your slightly melted ice cream

after like 3 movies, your eyes start to get heavy since you’re warm under the blankets and donghyun’s arms

donghyun was pretty immersed in the movie so he didnt see you slowly drift off to sleep

it wasnt until he was going to make some sort of witty comment to you about what was happening in the current scene

your cheek was pressed against his chest and your arms balled up in front of you

he smiles to himself and grabs his phone next to him to snap some pics of your sleeping face

he figured he should just go to sleep too since you arent awake to make dumb comments about the movie anymore

he closes your laptop and gently holds you to place your head on the pillow and shimmies himself to lay down as well

boom now you’re both dead asleep and snuggly

ok fast forward in time

its your senior year and yall r kinda burnt tf out bcuz of college applications and scholarships

but wow its valentines again!!!11!

you were prepared to see donghyun struggling to carry a ton of chocolates but instead you were greeted to him holding a bouquet of roses and a bucket of fried chicken

“did someone give you chicken for valentines? is that their way of not being like everyone else and giving you chocolates”

he lets out a nervous laugh and steps closer to you

“no, but its my way of not being like everyone else”

he holds out the bouquet and chicken in front of you

you stare at him like ??? lol ok

“wow is this finally my own gift of appreciation this year”

“in some sort, yeah”

“awwww thanks best friendddddd” you lightly smacked his arm and took the things from his hands

before you could take the time to look at the roses, donghyun grabbed your wrists and looks at you dead straight in the eyes

your heart sped up but you tried to make a joke to make it look like you werent nervous

“what do you want me to share the chicken?”

“y/n can i kiss you”

“wait what-”

he just goes in and plants his lips on top of yours

not too roughly tho

it was like a soft pillow on your lips and you did not pull away or complain at all

you leaned forward a bit to deepen the kiss since you couldnt really grab him or anything

cuz yaknow

ya got chicken and a bouquet occupying your hands

donghyun got the hint and hesitantly placed his hands on your hips

eventually the both of you couldnt breath so you pulled away and stared at each other

“im sorr-”

“shut up you absolute dork i cant believe you kissed me first before even saying anything” you teased

he shoved his face into your shoulder out of embarrassment and laughed

but it was all a scheme

he used that chance to whisper right into your ear:

“i love you y/n”

now its you shoving your face into his chest from embarrassment

“i hate you so much kim donghyun,...”

me too y/n, me too.....

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