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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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Nervous Regrets - Tyler Seguin - Part 39

Word Count: 3,155

POV: Tyler

Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW

Notes: Well it’s been a long time for this one. Let me remind me where we were. In the last part, there had been an attempted abduction on (Y/N) which scared both our reader and Tyler to death. Let’s find out what happened afterward. As always I appreciate your feedback. Happy Reading!

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You weren’t quite sure what time it was when you heard Jace whimper. It wasn’t really even a full-on cry to wake you, but then you’d never really gone to sleep. Instead, you’d laid there staring at your wife and child trying to come up with ways to protect them. Tonight had literally been the worst night of your life. You thought it was the time that you’d gotten the call about (Y/N) being in a car accident, but tonight was worse. Seeing those cop cars pull up to the drive, your heart had literally stopped beating for fear that (Y/N) had been in another accident; only to learn that it was actually worse. Someone was trying to tear apart your family.

Slithering out of bed as stealthily as you could, so you wouldn’t wake (Y/N), you grabbed Jace out of the bassinet. He barely made a peep as you went and grabbed his bottle for his late-night feeding. You sat over by the window in your bedroom, just staring at Jace. There was no way you’d let anything happen to him or your wife. You’d do whatever it took to protect them.

By the time the sun came up, you had a plan. You felt (Y/N) stir in the bed beside you, as she first became awake. “Morning, baby,” you told her kissing her temple. “How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?”

“Better than you did.” She replied, her hand caressing your cheek. “Did you sleep at all?”

“A little,” there was no use lying, as you were sure there were bags under your eyes and she’d be able to see right through you. “I was too busy thinking.”

“About?”

“Things that I can do to keep you and Jace safe.” (Y/N) sat up and rested against the headboard, giving you her full attention. “Hear me out, because I know you’re going to hate this. I think we need to hire a bodyguard, just for when I’m not here.” You knew she wouldn’t be crazy about the idea as (Y/N) enjoyed her privacy, but when she didn’t say anything at all for the first couple of minutes, you were afraid she was going to explode.

You sat there trying to read her expression, yet she gave nothing away, until finally after what seemed like an eternity she said, “Ok.”

“Wow, that was a lot easier than I expected.”

“I’m not thrilled about it, but after last night...” She shuddered and you pulled her close into your side. “It wouldn’t be a permanent thing, right?”

“No, just until after the season is over or longer depending on how things go.” If the team ended up winning the cup, you could see keeping someone on a little longer. “I’m also going to up the security system here; new locks, more cameras, those kinds of things.” She nodded her agreement.

“That seems smart.”

“I’m glad you agree.” There was just one last piece of information and you knew she was going to put up a fight with this one, but you were prepared. “So, I don’t think I’m going to St. Louis tomorrow.”

“WHAT?” Jace whined and you found yourself shushing your wife as to not wake your sleeping child. “Absolutely not,” she then whispered harshly at you, while at the same time crawled out of her side of the bed. Grabbing her robe, she threw it on and headed out to the living room. You had no choice but to follow. “You’re going to St. Louis if I have to throw you on a plane myself.” This time there was no quieting her.

“Who’s not going to St. Louis?” your mom asked sipping on her coffee as she was curled up on the couch.

“Your son. Can you please talk some sense into him?”

“Babe, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone. Besides I’m sure the team will understand once I explain what happened.” You told her while trying to take her in your arms, only she wasn’t having any of it.

“You just told me you’re hiring a bodyguard, so I won’t be alone.”

“Yes, I’m going to do that, but leaving tomorrow won’t give me enough time to find someone I can trust. I’m sure by game five, we’ll have everything in place and I’ll go then.”

“You’re being absolutely ridiculous at the moment. There is no need for you to stay here. Jace and I won’t even leave the house if that will make you feel better, but you are getting on that plane.” (Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, a move that you usually found endearing, except when her anger was directed at you. “Your team needs you.”

“And what about my family? Aren’t you two more important?” She didn’t say anything to that. Really what could she say, she and Jace were your world, not hockey.

“Let’s just calm down for a second.” Your mom stated, this time sitting up straighter, giving you ‘the look’ she always did when you were a child. “There’s no need for anyone to get upset over this. Tyler, you’ll go to St. Louis with the team, just like you planned before this happened.”

“But…”

“No, let me finish.” Your mom interrupted. “I’ll stay here with (Y/N) and Jace, so you don’t have to worry.”

“That’s awfully sweet of you Jackie, but you should go see your son play as you planned. Jace and I…” This time it was (Y/N) who was cut off.

“There’s no arguing this one dear. Tyler’s right. You shouldn’t be left alone. I’ve seen him play more than my fair share of games. It won’t hurt to miss a couple.”

“No offense mom, but you wouldn’t hurt a fly. I’m not leaving the three of you here alone. I’m not going and I won’t hear anything more about it.” You were tired of everyone else making decisions for you. “This is my family and I’m going to protect them no matter what.”

“What is all the yelling about?” your dad asked coming down the stairs followed closely by both your sisters. (Y/N) continued to just stand there glaring at you, the two of you in a silent standoff now.

“Tyler’s worried about going to St. Louis and leaving (Y/N) and Jace here alone.” It was your mom who finally answered and just as she did, you heard Jace start to cry.

“I’ll get him,” Candace said already heading to your bedroom to grab the baby.

“I’m not worried about going to St. Louis,” you finally replied. “Because I’m not going.”

“Yes, you are.” (Y/N) snapped, her anger radiating off of her now, but she could be mad at you all she wanted as long as she was safe.

She went to the kitchen then and started making Jace a bottle. “This isn’t up for discussion. It’s my choice and my decision is final.” You knew you sounded egotistical and domineering but for god's sake couldn’t they see that this was bigger than a hockey game.

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Cassidy said putting her two cents into the conversation, which wasn’t needed at the moment. “There is another solution.” Everyone turned towards her, multiple sets of eyes just staring at her. “What? It’s really rather simple.”

“Well, don’t just leave us hanging here.” You told your youngest sibling.

“(Y/N) and Jace just go with us to St. Louis.” She made it sound so easy, but then it really kind of was. Jace was allowed to fly, (Y/N) had talked to the doctor about it at their last appointment. The two of you had just decided it would be more practical for them to stay in Dallas, but now them going was the perfect solution.

“It’s not a bad idea,” you finally admitted. “What do you say (Y/N)?” Candace came out then and took the bottle from her to give to Jace. (Y/N) stroked his little cheek, and you could tell that she was thinking things over.

“Ok,” she finally whispered and you had a feeling it was seeing Jace that actually made her agree.

“See perfect!” Cass exclaimed loving that she came up with this plan. “Now can we please go back to sleep? It’s like six in the morning.”

“Yes, go back to bed. The last thing I need is you being cranky.” They were your mom’s words but you had to agree. Cassidy headed back upstairs, while everyone else stayed. “I’ll help you get things ready for the trip (Y/N). Tyler, see if you can book another room for (Y/N) and the baby. Paul, why don’t you see if you can book them on the same flight with all of us.”

“There’s no need for that. They’re going to stay with me and they can just fly on the team plane. I’ll make a phone call and work it out.”

“Ty, we’re not going to inconvenience the team like that.”

“Babe, it’s not going to be a big deal, trust me. Besides, if you’re not with me, I’ll just be worried and then they’ll have a bigger problem than you and Jace being there.”

“But what if Jace gets a crying attack in the middle of the night and wakes the whole floor up? Or what if he’s really fussy on the plane? Or…”

“We’ll deal with it but honestly Jace is going to be fine.” You came up behind her and kissed her on the cheek then rubbed some of the tension that was built up in her shoulders. “I’m more worried about his momma stressing out about things that don’t exist.”

(Y/N) rolled her head back onto your chest and you slid your hands to wrap around her waist. God, you never wanted to let her go, all you needed was your baby boy in her arms and you’d be happy, though you were content knowing that he was only a few steps away with your sister. Your hands tightened around her midsection and she winced, reminding you of the cut that was there and bringing all those fears of last night back once again, not that they’d been far away.

The morning went faster than you expected and then you headed off to the rink. As you expected, Monty and the team were fully behind (Y/N) and Jace coming with you to St. Louis. The rest of the day, (Y/N) and your mom packed what seemed like half the house for the short trip as the whole family got ready to leave in less than twenty-four hours.

(Y/N) had no need to worry about Jace on the plane. Once you were all settled, (Y/N) gave him a bottle right as the plane took off and he was sleeping before he even finished it. It was a short flight so he was still asleep when you landed and checked in to the hotel. You’d had a crib placed in your room for him to sleep in, though (Y/N) had insisted on bringing his own crib sheet and blanket sleeper, along with his stuffed Cash, Marshall, and Gerry. While the room was small it was cozy and safe, and that was the most important thing.

“The guys are probably going to go out to dinner. Did you want to go along or just eat in here?”

She mulled it over a bit before answering. “Let’s go out with everyone.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Jace and I will be perfectly fine with about twenty burly hockey players around us, I’m sure. Thank goodness he’s still too young to pick up any bad language.” You both sort of chuckled and you could see some of the tension from the last few days ease away from her. You however were a different story. The short walk to the restaurant had you completely on edge. As you walked down the street, you couldn’t help but scan for anything suspicious. Even Jamie picked up on it, and you saw him move to be on the other side of (Y/N), who was carrying Jace, which helped ease some of your anxiety.

The only time you really felt fully comfortable was when you were finally back at the hotel ensconced in your room, just the three of you. You fed Jace, then put him down in the crib for the night, before crawling into bed with (Y/N). It was early, but you didn’t care. The only thing you wanted to do was hold your wife. “Thank you for coming with me on this trip. You don’t know how much better I feel that I can be by your side.”

“We’re eventually going to have to go back to real life, Ty. You know where you fly out for games and I stay home with Jace.” She was right, but it wasn’t going to be anytime soon. If you made it past this round, there would be two more and you planned on taking her and Jace to every one.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Thankfully we’re at the end of the season.”

“Right, but you’re still making a cup run this year. So Jace and I being here better not mess up your playing, or we’ll be on the first plane out.” You knew she was teasing but you’d have a heart attack if she tried to pull that stunt.

“Babe, you know when I go out there, I give it my all. You and Jace being here aren’t going to change that.”

“Well, then we better get some sleep.”

“What? I don’t go to bed this early when you’re not here.” It was true, some nights the two of you would stay on the phone until you both fell asleep which was well after the time it was now.

“Well, what did you want to do?”

“I know what I want to do,” you said wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at her. “But little man over there is kind of killing the mood.”

“You do realize that’s how he got into the world.”

“Ha, Ha, miss smartypants. Yes, I realize that. It just feels…weird.” It was kind of like when any of the dogs were in the room. What if Jace woke up and was just listening to the two of you go at it? Though would he have any idea what you were doing?

“I guess your right,” (Y/N) agreed, though her hand started to travel down your chest, her nails lightly raking against your abs. The action going straight to your groin and setting your cock on fire.

“Isn’t it always the mom who has a problem with having sex while the baby is in the room?”

“Maybe, but this mom needs her baby daddy right now.” She was making it extremely hard to say no, when her hands traveled to the waistband of your pants, before popping the button free and sliding the zipper down. Her lips went to nibble on your ear. “I want you, Ty,” she whispered seductively, and your cock went rock hard. Before you could think about anything, you flipped her on her back, your lips finding hers immediately. Your hands were everywhere on her, sliding her top off and over her head, unhooking her bra, and shimming her legging off her in no time.

She moaned out as you captured her nipple in your mouth. “Shhh, we’ve got to be quiet babe,” you told her before sealing your lips with hers. Your hand slid between your bodies to find her wet, yet you still let your fingers dance over her clit. (Y/N) took the opportunity to wrap her fingers around your cock, and you groaned into her mouth at the feel of such exquisite pleasure. “Fuck, babe that feels so good.”

“What happened to being quiet?” She said with a little smirk, as she pumped you up and down, though two could play at this game. Your fingers delved between her folds, and you wasted no time in finding that spot that drove her insane. She cried out at the first sensation, then clamped her lips shut, as your fingers worked their magic. Her breathing was ragged and you knew she was close to climaxing, though she stilled your hand with her own. “I need you inside me.” She harshly whispered.

Cock in hand, you guided yourself into her, savoring the warm and welcoming feel of her body. (Y/N) wrapped her ankles around your back, as you started to thrust in and out of her. When she bit down on her lip to suppress a moan, you almost lost it just at the sight of her. Wildly, you thrust in and out of her, with only the slapping noises of you joining together and the slight squeak in the mattress, filling the air around you. You felt (Y/N) start to quiver as the first trembles of the orgasm started to take her. Her hands fisted into the sheets as her back arched in ecstasy. Memories of hearing her cry out in pleasure, filled your head and you followed her high with a few erratic thrusts until you were cuming inside her.

You collapsed to the side of her, bring her body close to yours, as you tried to catch your breath while listening to see if Jace was awake at the same time. “Hmm, I guess you were right. He didn’t hear a thing.”

“If he can sleep during a hockey game, I had no doubt he would be sleeping through us having sex.”

“Wait, he sleeps through my games?”

“Ty, he’s a baby. He sleeps through most anything.” This was true but not the point. “Trust me he fights falling asleep sometime for sure.”

“Well, that makes me feel a little better.” You laid back against the pillows taking (Y/N) with you. She melted into your chest as your fingers ghosted over her skin. You felt your eyelids growing heavy. The past couple of days wearing on you, as exhaustion finally set in.

“I love you, Ty.” Her lips pressed to your sternum, right where your heart lay beating underneath.

“I love you, babe.” Words that you spoke so many times to her falling easily from your lips, only now they meant even more. When you spoke them to her the first time, you thought your heart was going to bust it was filled with so much love. That same feeling held true the day of your small court wedding and the day Jace was born. Your love for her had only grown stronger with each day. Only now you knew what it was like to possibly never get to say them to her again. That wasn’t a feeling you ever wanted to have again. So, this time when you spoke them, the words held even more meaning and as you fell asleep, you knew you’d go to the ends of the earth to protect that love.

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rhysismydaddy · 4 years

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We’re Fighting (Nessian fluff)

Ik I said I was coming out with Malorian, but when do I ever do anything I say? Anyway, here’s some wrote-in-five-minutes, total fluff/humor for Nessian.

I’ve been releasing a lot of little blurbs recently, so a multi-chapter fic is coming next!

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Nesta was on her side, glaring at the wall, when she felt a very heavy, very familiar weight settle into the mattress behind her. The frigidity of her glare increased.

“Why are you in my bed?”

She heard that soft, sensuous chuckle she’d always loved a little too much. “Nesta baby, you’re a fucking nutcase. We live together.”

Rolling her eyes, she bit back, “We’re fighting. Sleep on the couch.”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, little lady,” he laughed, somehow sensing what she’d done. “And we aren’t fighting. You are pissed off, and won’t tell me what I did. I’m innocent.”

That got her attention.

“Innocent?” she yelled, whirling around and smacking his shoulder. “Innocent!”

Cassian smiled up at her, always happy to ruffle her feathers, and gripped his shoulder in mock pain. “Naughty, naughty.”

She ignored her body’s response to that and hit him again. He grinned.

“Innocent as freaking Mary.”

“Sleep on the couch.”

Her boyfriend of over four years scoffed at that idea. “Absolutely not. You bought that thing, which means it’s meant for fucking midgets. I can hardly fit a single butt cheek on it.”

A smile tugged at her lips, but she snuffed it out. “That sounds like a you problem, Cassian.”

“Actually, it sounds like a you problem, because I’m not leaving.” He reinforced his decision by closing his eyes and letting out a loud, obnoxious snore.

Despite herself, she laughed a bit. “If you think that’s going to annoy me, you should really hear yourself when you’re actually asleep. It’s even worse. You sound like a dying moose.”

His golden eyes opened again, bright with humor. “I don’t snore.”

“Yes, you do. Every single night. But it won’t bother me tonight, because you’re going to the couch!”

“I don’t think I am.”

She cursed him soundly, flopping back down to her pillow. He smiled, closing his eyes again, sure he’d won the argument. An idea formed, and she didn’t even caution herself before leaning over and squeezing his nostrils together tightly.

His eyes flew open, and he flicked her wrist until she let go. “What are you doing?”

“If you stay in the bed, you’re not going to get an ounce of sleep,” she told him, dead serious. She’d stay up all night if she had to.

He rolled his eyes, but instead of retorting, just looked at her, eyes drilling holes into her soul. “Why are you mad? Why is what I said at dinner such a big deal?”

Her anger and annoyance threatened to retreat at how soft his voice was. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Big enough for you to try and boot me out of the bed,” he commented.

Nesta rolled her eyes in deflection, turning on her back and looking up at the ceiling. It wasn’t a big deal.

At least it shouldn’t have been.

He hadn’t done anything different or unusual. Someone in their friend group had joked about how long they’d been together, and he’d given the company line they’d both said numerous times: “Least we’re not married.”

It was kind of a joke between them.

When they’d first met six years ago, they’d both decided against getting married. Cassian thought it was pointless, and Nesta had seen firsthand what a bad marriage could do to someone’s spirit.

Her sisters had even resigned themselves to never being bridesmaids. Everyone had accepted it.

But for some reason, when he’d said it earlier that night, something in her chest had crumpled. Especially since it was true.

They’d been together for so long, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. But she still called him her boyfriend. Not her husband, not her partner.

Boyfriend.

Which, given what she’d learned earlier this week, made it sound like they were in fucking high school.

“I’m waiting,” he reminded her, poking her in the arm.

“Just go to sleep, Cas.”

He did no such thing. Propping himself up on an elbow, her boyfriend looked down at her with questioning eyes. He was always so understanding with her, even when she acted insane. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing; you were right. I’m so happy, I’m shooting daisies out of my ass. Goodnight.”

Cassian laughed a little, but didn’t give up the chase.

“Have you changed your mind about getting married?” he asked, way too good at reading her face and emotions. “You’re upset that we’re not married?”

His gaze on her was too much, so she pressed her eyes shut and blocked it out. Despite not being able to see him, she knew he was still right there, waiting. And that he’d continue to wait until she gave in. So she sighed and let the words she’d been holding in loose.

“I’m eight weeks pregnant,” she whispered, ears going into overdrive to pick up his response.

They were met with nothing but silence.

For once in his lifetime, Cassian was silent.

She wanted to see him, wanted to know his every expression, but was too scared what it might be.

Curiosity won out in the end, and she peeked her eyes open, only to be stunned by what she saw.

Instead of nervousness or anger or dread, he was smiling from ear to ear, a look she’d never seen in his eyes. “You’re pregnant?”

Nesta nodded, confused.

They’d talked about having kids, but they always agreed to wait a few years before even seriously discussing it. But he looked... he looked thrilled.

Before she could ask, his head came towards hers, and he kissed her softly, then quickly ducked down to rest his head against her chest. She could feel his smile against her skin as his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to him.

Then his hands snuck down to her still-flat belly, and he murmured, “I’m going to be a dad.”

She nodded.

“We’re getting married.”

That was a change in topic.

“What?”

He glanced up at her, eyes still full of so much joy it took her breath away. “You clearly don’t like the idea of being a mom with a boyfriend, so you can have a husband instead.”

The stupid organ in her chest swelled so quickly she thought she might pass out, but she still muttered, “Great. Now all I have to do is find one.”

“You’re so very funny,” he said back, flicking her nose.

His hands were still on her belly. “So you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” He looked at her like she was crazy. “First of all, it takes two to make a baby, so I could never be mad at you. Second, I’ve always wanted to be a dad. And to see you barefoot and pregnant, yelling at me over something stupid.”

She didn’t have time to respond to how true that was likely going to become before he scooted down the bed and began to press kisses all over her stomach and abdomen.

“You’re giving me the greatest gift possible, Nesta,” he murmured in between kisses, and a tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m so fucking excited.”

“Me, too,” she whispered back, finally admitting it to herself.

Because she was excited. He’d make a great dad, and she couldn’t wait to see the child they’d created.

His cheek against her stomach, Cassian asked, “City hall tomorrow, or a big, fancy wedding with you in a tulle gown and me with my hair slicked back?”

Nesta flicked the top of his head, even though she couldn’t stop smiling. “City hall tomorrow. It has to be in the afternoon, because I have a doctors appointment in the morning.”

“A baby-related doctors appointment?” he asked, coming back up to hover above her with a small smile on his lips. When she nodded, he said immediately, “I’m coming.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“I’m coming to all of them.”

Something about that statement, and the fact that he was willing to marry her whenever and wherever she wanted, made another tear escape. He brushed it away with his thumb, looking a little concerned.

“I love you, Cassian.”

The concern vanished, replaced by nothing short of admiration and love and happiness. “I love you, too. I’ve wanted to marry your stubborn ass since the day I met you. I’ve just been waiting for you to realize you wanted it, too.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, a huge smile on her face. He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes.

He kissed her softly, both of them grinning like idiots. “Can I sleep in the bed, then?”

She nodded and laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and vowing to never let go.

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This made me so happy to write. I’m such a sucker for cheesy fluff. Thanks for reading. Drop prompts/asks in the box :)

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so-small · 4 years

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Connor Murphy x Reader: Dear Other Hansen: Part 1

words: 1,643

warnings: fight, slight harassment by a pervy football player

It was the first day of your senior year and your mom was giving the same speech to you and Evan that she gave every year. Growing up twins you shared everything: your anxiety, your interest in nature, your love-hate relationship with Jared, and your clear disdain for this speech. 'This year would be different, it's a new start- a clean slate. She's so proud of you already.'

"Oh and Evan, (Y/N)? I made you an appointment with for today, I'll come buy and pick you guys up after school. Make sure you guys have letters to yourself, the doctor expects you to have some."

"We have an appointment for next week though, mom?" Evan questioned, worried that he overestimated the amount of time he could put off writing his letter.

"I thought you could use something a little sooner. I love you guys! Have a good first day, and remember if you guys need anything at all, call me. Bye," with that she was out the door.

Evan looked to you, and then down at his hands. "(Y/N), I still haven't written anything..."

"I know," you sighed, running your hands through your hair, "I haven't either. We were supposed to have another week." Procrastination. That was another trait you shared. You were well aware that it would only make the task at hand more daunting, but sometimes it was just more convenient to watch TV than do work.

"And we still have to take the bus. It's our senior year, and we're the only seniors who still have to ride the bus. Everyone is going to think we're losers."

"...What if we just walk?" You suggested, to which Evan responded to by nodding vigorously. You grabbed your stuff and the two of you began walking.

It was warm outside, but cloudy. Evan and you were talking about the normal stuff. He was talking about working at the park, and you were talking about hanging out with Zoe- another thing you had in common- who you had befriended one day at the mall at the beginning of the summer. You had been at American Eagle, trying to find the perfect outfit to boost your confidence. Zoe had seen you, said hi, and proceeded to help choose the cutest outfit you had ever seen. Ever since then, Zoe and you were good friends. Evan always loved hearing you talk about her, because he felt like he knew her better when you did.

Finally, you arrived at school. Evan walked over to talk with Alana and then Jared, trying aimlessly to get them to sign his cast. Zoe had came over to you as soon as she saw you arrive to school, upset about the morning she had "-and then he finished the milk! Dry cereal was not how I wanted to start my first day back."

"Maybe he's just on his man period?" You didn't want to admit it, but Connor always intrigued you. He never looked like he was the same guy who Zoe complained about, or the rumors that spread across the school. He just looked out-of-place, which is how you felt most of the time. He didn’t look like he could be that much of a dick. Back in grade school, you had been in bed with the flu when Connor presumably threw a printer. After hearing little Evan cry for three hours after school about it- not because he was scared or even angry- because the teacher was printing out a coloring page for him, and he never got it.

"Then he would have been menstruating since he was twelve-" Zoe was interrupted by hearing Connor yelling. She turned the corner to see him screaming at Evan and Jared scurrying off. "Oh no."

"Why are you laughing? Stop fucking laughing! I'm not the freak! You're the fucking freak!" Connor pushed Evan down and ran off sulking.

Zoe and you rushed over to Evan to make sure he was okay. You'd talked to her enough about Evan for her to know that he wasn't going to take this well. You were freaking out, both worried about Evan and horrified that he had already been pushed on the first day. The bell rung and Zoe went her separate way, while Evan rambled on, "-and then she introduced herself to me! Did you see that? It was so magical. Well, it would have been if I hadn't screwed it up."

"You'll be okay Evan. She's a sweet girl, she's not going to judge you. Especially since Connor was involved. What class do you have?"

"Stats, what about you?"

"English, see you at lunch or something?" You hugged Evan as tight as you could headed to class.

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When you arrived to class, you took a seat in the back corner, relieved that you were in your favorite teacher’s class this year. Mr. Sinclair was half way done with the syllabus when Connor Murphy walked in. He walked to the back of the class room, but there were only two seats left. One by the captain of the football team, Derek, and the other next to you. He choose to sit next to you.

Not long after Mr. Sinclair was done with the syllabus, he announced that there would be a group project. “Your partners will be your table buddies. You will choose a book, and make a project on it. I emailed the requirements, but keep in mind that the books need to be appropriate. Derek you can join whatever group you.” Mr. Sinclair then let everyone start working on the project. You were sitting with your hands cupped on the desk, staring down at them. You didn't know what to do. Sure, you'd seen Connor around at the Murphy's house, but he never really said anything more than the greetings his mom forced him to say. Other than that, all you knew about him were the rumors, what Zoe said about him, and that he'd hurt Evan earlier that day.

"(Y/N), right?" A voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You nodded, recognizing it as Connor's voice. "You're related to the kid with the cast and the polo?"

"-Evan, he's my twin." You didn't know why he was asking this. You’d been in the same grade level and classes as Connor since kindergarten, and even if you never personally spoke to Connor, you were sure he already knew these things.

"So you're going to go ask if we can just separate projects," You couldn't tell if this was a question or a command. "I mean, you're brother thinks I'm a freak, so why would you want to do a project with me."

"Evan does not think that, I promise."

Connor's voice got louder, "Yeah? Then why was he fucking laughing at me with Kleinman earlier?"

Your heart began race, and you began stuttering. Your face must have shown traces of anxiety because Connor's angry gaze softened slightly. He reached his hand toward your hand, but he was blocked by a figure.

“What do you think you’re doing, Murphy?”

“Go away Derek.” The same amount Connor’s eye softened at the sight of your anxiety, they hardened when he saw Derek.

“Were you going to hurt her?”

“Go. Away. Derek.”

“No can do. I’ve decided to be (Y/N)’s partner.” Derek slung his arm around your shoulders as you stiffened.

Connor was visibly getting more annoyed by the minute, “That would mean that your my partner too, go find a different set of partners.”

“Babycakes wants me here.” A smirk spread across his face. You were growing more uncomfortable, and were silenced by shock and disgust. “No, she doesn’t. Neither do I, so don’t make me-”

“Make you do what? I’ve already decided. (Y/N), call me when you want to meet up for the project, sweetie.” Your face grew ten shades of red as you involuntarily grabbed onto Connor’s arm and scooted closer to him. Connor took one look at your shaky, nervous frame and lunged into action.

Connor drove his fist into Derek’s face, and Derek did the same. It was a blur as you gaped at the two men fighting, feeling a panic attack coming on, and before you knew it they were being pulled apart by Mr. Sinclair and two other teachers who had been called in. The teachers escorted Connor and Derek to the office. Mr. Sinclair pulled you outside the classroom and sat with you until your panic died down, “Are you okay, Ms. Hansen?” You nodded. “Did Mr. Murphy hurt you?”

It took a moment to process what he said. “Connor didn’t do anything, Mr. Sinclair. Derek was making some,” you sighed, “comments about me that made me feel creeped out. I think Connor saw I was uncomfortable and tried to defend me.”

Mr. Sinclair pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ms. Hansen, if what your saying is true, we need to get you down to the office so they don’t blame this on Connor.” Mr. Sinclair took you to the office just as the principal was getting ready to suspend Connor and release Derek. Mr. Sinclair reiterated what you had told him, and you confirmed it. Derek protested, trying to say that you were making it up.

“Very well,” the principal raised his hand to stop Derek, “Ms. Hansen has never given me any reason to not believe her. That, and last year three students came forward about you, Derek. I’m afraid I have no choice but to suspend you for a week and put you on probation from football until further notice. Connor, I’m going to let you off with a warning, and send you home for the rest of the day. Tomorrow, I will trust that you will not do this again, or you will be suspended.” Connor shook his head, and left without another word.

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A/N- I’m not sure how long this series is going to be, but we’ll see.

#connor murphy x reader #dear evan hansen #evan hansen #connor murphy #alex boniello #mike faist #dear evan hansen x reader #jared kleinman #zoe murphy #heidi hansen #larry murphy #cynthia murphy #alana

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berrynarrybanana · 4 years

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take it out on me - honeybee extra

A/N: I don’t know if anyone has seen the video of those girls throwing water at Harry’s car but first of all fuck them and second that’s so not chill. I got a little upset but then I started thinking about going home with H and having him take it out on you. And then I started writing this piece which was supposed to be for BFHarry’s fic challenge and then it turned into husband and soon to be dad H with Beatrice and Harry! I am forewarning you that this is filthy and I hope you enjoy.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Cursing, Crying, Evil “fans”, pregnancy sex, mild choking king, dominant aspects, and cockwarming

Sometime in the fall of 2022

Friday, 6:00 PM, London

Being home in London felt good.

As a little girl, I always dreamed of living in the land of the Queen. I perfected my English accent by the time I was ten, whipping it out at parties and sometimes school plays. When I was 15, a freshman in high school, I auditioned for our school play that would take place in Kent, England. Our sister school would accept us in their homes for six months of the year while we rehearsed and learned together. I was crushed when I didn’t get the part and I was utterly terrified that I would never get the chance to see London or Brighton. But after meeting Harry, it was one of the first serious conversations we had. The third night of our relationship, we were cuddled up in his Malibu home, talking about forever. He mentioned going home to see his Mum after his first solo world tour and though I was upset that he would be so far, I was happy for him.

“I’m gonna tell her about you, you know?” He kissed over my wet cheeks as I sniffled. “Gonna tell my Mum about the girl I met in L.A and how she’s gonna be my wife someday.”

Three days.

That’s how long we had known each other when he said that.

And he wasn’t wrong about it.

I stepped out of my London car with my purse and to go coffee mug in hand. The car was far too expensive for my taste, but Harry insisted on having me drive the safest car on the market. Wanda, my very first Audi SUV, was big enough to fit myself, Harry, and the car seat he had installed for our future son. I dropped a free hand to my stomach, softly caressing my baby bump with a smile on my face. Ellis was kicking up a storm as he normally did around this time. I was done with work and the sun was setting which meant that a talk with Daddy would only be moments away.

“It’s alright little love,” I winced at a particularly hard kick. “Daddy's home, just give me a moment to get inside.”

I let out a heavy sigh, walking up the few steps to our newest home.

It still wasn’t quite ready yet, walls unpainted and furniture askew, but it was home.

I was still working in Milan with Vogue for at least three more weeks and Harry was on his European leg of the tour. I was in town for my doctor’s appointment scheduled for Saturday, and Harry was free of any shows or interview obligations for the weekend. In three weeks, I would officially be home in London and on maternity leave. I would be working from home, skyping with Anna and talking with the board about the new London office, but it would be nice to enjoy some time with Ellis and Harry without any work obligations getting in the way.

“Darling,” I called out, shutting the door behind me with a smile. “Are you home?”

“Just in the kitchen, honeybee!” Harry called out.

I dropped my purse on the table by the front door, dropping my keys inside so they wouldn’t get lost before tomorrow. Next, I slipped off my shoes and then peeled myself out of my jacket. It was by no means freezing in London, but the fall chill was starting to set in. I made my way towards our kitchen, my hands pressed into my bump as my nose picked out the scent of oregano and tomato. Harry’s back was towards me, his hands working on something on the countertop. He looked delectable, as always, his back covered by a black t-shirt and a pair of highwaisted trousers settled on his tiny little hips. With a happy hum, I moved around the kitchen island.

“Hiya squid.” I pressed my lips over his shoulder, pressing my hands to his hips.

“There’s my girl.” He peered over his shoulder, dropping the knife he had been using before reaching for a tea towel. “Gimme a kiss.”

He turned around as I puckered my lips out, kissing him a few times before his hands took over resting on my bump. For a split second, we had a moment to ourselves. But it was over the moment Ellis started kicking around again, angry that he wasn’t greeted by his Daddy before me.

“Ellis, little man, you’ve gotta stop that.” I frowned, glancing down at my belly. “Mummy and Daddy are trying to say hello.”

“Is someone being a little bugger today?” Harry hummed, crouching down until he was at eye level with my belly. “That’s not very nice, Ellie, is it?”

Our son calmed down seconds after hearing Harry’s voice.

“I think he needs you to fall asleep.” I whispered, brushing my fingers through Harry’s hair as he looked up at me. “He’s been kicking around all day so I know he’s tired.”

“S’alright little one.” Harry kissed over my belly a few times before standing up. “Why don’t you get changed into something more comfortable and then settle in on the couch. Dinner is nearly done and I’ll be right there.”

“Alright.” I smiled, humming happily when Harry pressed his lips to mine again. “I love you.”

“Love you too, honey.”

Saturday, 10:00 AM; London

Harry and I’s pregnancy wasn’t news to anyone.

Working for Vogue and being Harry Styles’ wife meant that a lot of eyes were on me constantly. Anna suggested biting the bullet and doing a spread for the magazine would be our best option. A few months ago, we agreed. There was a maternity shoot done in our L.A home with me barefoot and pregnant and Harry doting on me as he always did. We did a quick interview on paper, a quick photo shoot, and a small video tour of our home before Anna called it quits. The world went crazy when it all came out, the official announcement on my Instagram promoting the video. Since then, it had been quiet. There wasn’t a lot of fuss over me and Harry was still getting his usual amount of fans at the airport and other places when he traveled, but other than that we were fine.

Until today.

“Mr. Styles,” The receptionist at our OBGYN’s office in London looked nervous. “There’s quite a large crowd of people outside of our building.”

“Bloody hell.” He grumbled under his breath, letting out a heavy sigh. “I’ll have it taken care of. I’m very sorry about that, love.”

“S’alright.” She said quickly. “We’ve locked the doors so no one is permitted in and our other patience won’t be her until after lunch. It should be fine.”

“Thank you.” She nodded before retreating from our exam room. “I need to let Jeff know. We need someone to have the car pulled around when we leave.”

“You can go talk to them while we wait, Harry.” I said softly, reaching for his hand. “Or after, even, I don’t mind.”

“M’not really in the mood today.” He mumbled, reaching for his phone. “I want you in the car, untouched and safe more than anything.”

I didn’t argue with him, nodding along as Ellis moved around in my belly.

Harry spent most of the wait typing on his phone, no doubt talking with Jeff. I sat there anxiously, twiddling with my fingers while I waited for our doctor to come in. Another ultrasound would be happening today and we would be going over the final steps of my pregnancy and birth plan. When Dr. Hillcrest stepped inside, my heart rate increased. Harry put his phone away, reaching for my hand as she greeted us.

“So, how have you been feeling Mummy?” She asked, sitting down on her stool with her clipboard in hand. “Any braxton hicks?”

“Once or twice.” I nodded. “First time I thought I was in labor, scared the hell out of me.”

“It is quite scary when you’re not used to it.” She chuckled. “As we’re nearing the end of your third trimester, there are some things we need to go over. We’re doing tests for Glaucoma, Anemia, Hep B, and a few other things. We’ll be going over the final steps of your birth plan today as well. Have you toured any of the hospital’s in Milan?”

“Yes, I did a few last week.” I nodded. “I’ve decided on Mangiagalli.”

“Perfect.” She said. “I’ll get in contact with the head of the Maternity Ward today and I’ll make sure they have all of the information.”

“We’re really hoping he’s not born in Milan.” Harry chuckled softly. “It would be a bit odd to have him there while Beatrice is trying to close out the office.”

“Odd is a very nice way to say it.” I laughed. “But I’m glad we’re prepared.”

“Babies wait for no one.” Dr. Hillcrest let out a soft chuckle. “I hope you don’t deliver there either, I would love to be there with you when you deliver.”

It took another hour or two before we were finished in the office.

I was told that in about four weeks, I would need to stop flying.

That gave me plenty of time to get things finished up in Milan before making it home to London. Harry had plenty of questions for Dr. Hillcrest and I was thankful that he remembered all the ones I wanted to ask as well. When we were done with the testing and the ultrasound, Harry helped me slip back into my comfortable clothes before lacing his fingers with mine. The nervous smile he gave me meant there was still a crowd outside that we had to deal with. I squeezed his finger, reassuring him that no matter what happened, we would be fine.

“The car is up front.” He said softly. “We’re getting you in first and then me. No stopping, no talking, just get in the car.”

“Alright.” I said softly. “We’ll be fine.”

“I know.” He kissed me quickly before leading me outside.

The cheering increased, loud screams and Harry’s name being chanted nearly shocked me. I hadn’t seen a crowd this big outside of a building before. I glanced over at Harry, my heart rate picking up a little as he talked to a man dressed in all black. Harry glanced back at me, pulling me closer to his side before ushering me to the car. He opened the passenger side door for me, shielding my body from the crowd as my hands started to shake. He reached for my seat belt, his eyes full of worry and anxiety.

“I’m sorry, honey.” He cooed, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. “S’gonna be alright. Just give me a minute, yeah?”

“I love you.” I said, reluctant to let his hand go.

“I know, honey.” His lips pressed into mine. “You’ve gotta let go so I can get in, okay?”

I nodded weakly, loosening my grip up.

Harry shut the door and I tried to avoid looking out the window, but there was a crowd of girls moving in closer and closer. I was afraid that they would get to the door before I did, but I couldn’t lock Harry out. I gasped when the drivers side door opened, snapping my head around to see Harry. He locked the doors before flipping the car in drive. Seconds after we started moving, I heard thudding against the side of the car door. My anxiety was washed away by anger, water splashing against the side of the car as they continued to throw their bottles at us.

“Fucking hell.” I snapped, my fingers balling up into fists. “That’s just ridiculous.”

Harry didn’t say a word, peeling out of the lot and onto the streets of London.

He was careful not to speed the entire way home, but I could tell that he wanted to.

At some point, his hand landed on my thigh, squeezing firmly as his jaw clenched. I watched the profile of his face, worried more about how he was taking it than myself. These were his fans that had pissed him off. They had come to close for comfort and they had crossed a line when they started throwing things at us. When we made it home, he slammed the car into the park before getting out. Gently, he helped me out of the car, his hand landing right on my bump as my feet hit the ground. The small action sparked something in me, a pool of wetness beginning to form between my thighs. When we made it in the house, Harry started to move away from me.

“Wait,” I said, holding his hand tightly. “Where are you going?”

“Gonna go blow off some steam.” He said. “I’m fucking livid.”

“I know.” I nodded. “Take it out on me.”

“What?” He said, his wild eyes growing wider as he let out a bitter laugh. “I’m not gonna do that, Beatrice.”

“I want you to take it out on me, Harry.” I stepped forward, reaching for his other hand. “Fuck me.”

“Beatrice, no.” He said. “What happens if I’m too rough? What happens if I lose-”

“As if I would let you do anything to harm me seriously, Harry.” I scoffed. “You’ll be fine and I promise to tell you if it’s too much. But please, fuck me.”

His chest was heaving as he looked down at me, his lips shiny from licking and biting over them nervously in the car. He let out a soft curse before lunging forward, his hands grabbing my face firmly. I whimpered in relief when he pressed his lips into mine, his tongue showing no mercy as it explored my mouth. It had been weeks since we made love and months since we’d had a proper fuck. Things were more tender for us in the bedroom, Harry’s fear of harming me or Ellis ever present at the front of his mind. When my bum collided with the couch, I knew I was going to get what I wanted from him. Harry pulled his lips from mine, tugging my shirt over my head quickly.

My leggings were next to go, my hands pressed into his shoulders as I clumsily stepped out of them. I didn’t bother with a bra or panties, knowing that our only stop would be the doctor's office today. When Harry’s head disappeared past my bump, I whined. Seconds later, I felt his teeth scraping over my thigh before lightly biting down. I welcomed the sting, a rush of warmth flooding over me as my pussy began to throb before him. Harry pulled back when I started to move my hips closer to his face, wanting to feel his tongue caressing my clit.

“Not now.” He growled out, standing up. “Upstairs, on the bed.”

“What?” I squeaked out, sure that I would get my proper fucking right here. “What’s wrong with the floor?”

“Now, Beatrice.” He gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger, his voice stern. “On all fours.”

When I turned around reluctantly, pouting at the missed opportunity for floor sex, I felt a sharp smack on my ass. I cried out, glancing back at Harry as I pressed my hand over my bum. Harry smirked at me, crossing his arms as I waddled away with narrowed eyes. I had asked for it and I was definitely going to get what I wanted. I climbed up the stairs slowly, waddling towards our bedroom. When I made it to our bed, I did as I was told. My hands and knees pressed into the plush mattress, our duvet soft on the skin of my knees. Maybe this was better than the floor.

After a few moments, Harry was pushing into the room behind me. He wasted no time stripping himself down before kneeling on the bed behind me. I opened my mouth, prepared to make a smart comment about him being eager, but I was cut off before I could even speak. The head of his cock pushed into me first and then the rest followed. I gasped, dropping my head forward as his hips collided with mine. I clenched my eyes shut, welcoming the feeling of Harry’s length.

“Always squeeze me so good.” Harry moaned out behind me and I could imagine he’d dropped his head back in bliss. “Hold tight for me, yeah? Tell me if it’s too much, Beatrice. Promise me you will.”

“I promise,” I gasped out as he pulled away, his cock leaving my walls vacant and begging for more. It didn’t last long before was fucking into me again, harder this time as his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. “Oh!”

Harry’s soft grunts and the force of his thrusts had me sitting on cloud nine. I was enjoying the pounding I was getting, his hips slapping against mine as he gave me everything he had. I was a babbling mess below him, begging for more, harder, faster, please! Harry met my every need, angling his hips perfectly so that he was hitting every spot within me that I needed to be satisfied. It didn’t take long for me to cum around him, my walls fluttering without warning as my arms started to grow weak. Harry was quick to mold his chest to my back, pulling me up until my head was dropped back on his shoulder. He had no problem fucking me just as hard as I came around his cock.

“V’got you honey,” He nipped at my ear. “I’ve got you. Gonna make you cum again for me, okay? Can you do one more for me?”

I nodded, but that wasn’t enough.

“Say it.” He grunted, sliding the hand that was holding my belly up to my throat. “Use your words.”

“Please, Harry.” I whimpered as his fingers rested over my throat. “Make me cum again.”

“Good girl.” His teeth raked over the skin of my shoulder before he bit down on me, a loud moan tearing from my throat. “There’s my girl, so fucking good for me all the time.”

“Yes, yes.” I cried out as he delivered a few thrusts that were harder than the others. “M’gonna cum, M’gonna-”

“Do it.” He said. “Cum on my cock honey. Give me a good one.”

A flash of white took over my senses as I tightened around his cock.

I wasn’t sure if I had moaned, my mouth dropped open as I reached out for Harry’s hand on my hips. My body jerked against his as he stilled inside of me, grunting loudly in my ear as his hips flexed forward. He pushed his cum inside of me, almost as if he was trying to put another baby in me. When I finally came back to my senses, Harry was slipping out of my walls and I was crying.

“No, no.” I sniffled, reaching back for his hips. “Stay.”

“Honey, I’m...I can’t.”

A soft sob ripped out of my throat and seconds later, Harry was guiding my body to the bed.

“What’s wrong, honey?” His hands were flying all over my body, pressing into my skin to make sure I was fine. He settled his palm on my belly, his eyes wide with fear. “What hurts?”

“I just wanted you to stay in me.” I sniffled, reaching up to wipe under my eyes. “I’m so empty now.”

“Oh, honey.” He collapsed on the bed next to me, kissing over my face. “It’s alright, it’s gonna be alright.”

I curled myself into his chest, digging my fingers into his sides as he covered our naked bodies with the throw at the end of our bed. He pressed gentle kisses over my forehead, brushing his hand up and down my back in soothing circles to try and calm me down. Rationally, I knew it was pregnancy hormones, but I still felt empty without his cock in me.

“Turn around fo’ me.” He whispered, patting my thigh. I did as he said, turning on my side as another sob pulled from my throat. “It’s alright, honey. Lift your leg up and put it on the pillow.”

He guided one under my leg, brushing his hand softly over my thigh as he moved his front closer to my back. Seconds later, I felt the head of his cock at my entrance.

“Hold on, sweet girl.” He whispered. “You ready?”

I nodded my head, reaching back to hold onto his hip as he slipped inside of me, harder than he had been earlier when we started our little escapade.

“So fucking tight, honey.” He whimpered into my ear. “S’that what you wanted?”

“Yes.” I gasped out wetly, nodding my head. “S’full.”

“Love you so much, Beatrice.” He whispered as I started to drift off. “Close your eyes for me honey, go to sleep.

“Love you, too.”

#honeybee #smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #harry styles original fic #harry styles x ofc #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #my writing

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ssa-daddyhotchner · 3 years

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Undercover - Chapter 18

Chapter Selection

It's been a month since Hawaii, I've gotten slightly closer to Aaron. Still staying at home, I went to the office 1 day of this week to drop something off to Aaron.

When I was walking through the bullpen I was bombarded with questions from everyone. I was only responding to Emily and Aaron. I was ignoring everyone else, Morgan was trying to give me a hug. When I backed away and had a scared look on my face he stared at.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him and I felt like shit for it. I left the office without saying anything and I went home back to what I'd been doing practically everyday.

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After y/n left the bullpen and got into the elevator the team walked up the Hotch's office. They all crowded in, "Are you gonna tell you what the hell is going on." Morgan asked Hotch, crossing his arms. "What are you talking about." Hotch stopped working and started at them.

"Y/n she's been acting weird since Hawaii, Hotch she can't even look at Spencer, Rossi, or me. So you can't just shrug this off." Hotch let out a sigh and looked down. He wasn't going to expose their business. No one even noticed that Emily wasn't in the room.

"It's not my business to tell", Hotch was avoiding their gazes. "She didn't have a problem with any of the girls, what the hell." There was a moment of silence. Spencer looked around and saw Emily staring at them through the window. Spencer walked out of the office and went to her.

"You know what's wrong with her", Emily wasn't going to say anything either but she wasn't going to leave them clueless, they could figure it out on their own. Spencer whispered something in Emily's ear and she nodded, "Oh god."

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I sat in bed, my mind constantly running. I was thinking about Mark; he never did something unless he had a reason. There was always a plan... always. Even if it was for some stupid outcome. There was no point to rape me in Hawaii unless he had a reason.

The more I thought about it the more it made sense.

My period was late.

I quickly snapped out of my mind and got into the car. I drove over the CVS and picked up five pregnancy tests. I wasn't leaving this to chance for having a false positive or a false negative. I drove home and opened two of the boxes and went to the bathroom.

I took the tests, covered them and set them on the sink and waited. It had been later than I thought it was, I heard the front door open and close. "Y/n!", Aaron called out. If I am pregnant there's no way I'm hiding it anyways.

"In the bathroom!",Aaron walked down the hallways and he saw me sitting on the toilet waiting. "What are you doing in here", he then saw the tests on the sink and raised his eyebrows looking at me.

"Are you pregnant?", I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm still waiting", he set his head down and was waiting with me. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. I looked at my phone and it had been 3 minutes. I let out a sigh and looked at both of the tests; positive.

My heart dropped and so did Aarons. I felt like I was going to throw up right then. My stomach was twisting and I started gagging, lifting up the toilet seat and letting go. I could feel Aarons hands pulling back my hair.

He put my hair in a ponytail and started to rub my back. I was too sick to care that he was touching me, right now I needed the comfort regardless of who it was. When I calmed down I wiped my mouth and blew my nose.

Resting my back against the bathtub I nestled my head on Aarons chest. He was hesitant to put his arm around me and comfort me. I moved my hand and wrapped his arm around me.

We both let out sighs, "Aar-" I cried out. He was whispering in my ear trying to calm me down. He understood why I was so upset, the baby could Marks or Aaron. We had sex two days before Mark.

"We're going to set up a doctors appointment", I nodded. We stayed there for a few minutes until I came back to my mind and I remembered the situation I was in. I pulled away and sat on the toilet. "I'm going to set the appointment tomorrow", he said okay and I walked out of the bathroom.

I went to the bedroom and got changed ready to sleep. My eyes were dropping down ready to fall.

I didn't have a dream about that night, but a dream about my kid. My baby was a boy and he was almost like his father; in my dream the dad was Mark. The kid was a serial rapist and he abused women.

I jolted awake, almost com[lately covered in sweat. Aaron was still sleeping on the floor, I went to the bathroom and dried off. I looked into the mirror and saw the dark circles under my eyes. I was having a restless sleep every night.

I lowered my head and stared into the sink, my eyes drifting towards the remaining boxes of pregnancy tests. I opened the boxes and took them all. Waiting yet again, maybe those were both false positives.

I couldn't be pregnant now with Marks baby. As I waited I heard shifting and I saw Aaron stand from the floor. He walked over and leaned against the doorframe, "Baby are we doing this again." I started rubbing my fingers together.

"I just need to be sure", he let out a sigh.

"Don’t forget to call the doctor later."

Two of them were positive the last one was negative, out of five tests it was a false negative. I threw the boxes and sticks away. He was already dressed in his suit and he gave a thumbs up.

He let out a quiet 'love you' but he didn't think I'd hear it.

"Love you too", he turned around and gave me a sad smile before closing the door behind him. I was holding it in even though he's seen me cry before. I was sobbing once he closed it. Based on his reaction to me being pregnant he knew what I was thinking.

I wanted to get rid of it, I sat on the kitchen counter with my coffee in my hands staring at the bottle that was on the fridge. Just to get it over with; I wanted to down the bottle and never remember the pregnancy.

I refuse to give birth to that man's baby. It's not even a baby, it's a fetus. It has no brain, no thought, no lungs. The decision broke my heart but I was going to do it, I was gonna have an abortion. I swung my legs off the counter and walked over to the fridge and took the bottle.

I placed it on the counter and stared at it for a few minutes. I took a scot glass and placed it on the counter and poured the shot. I brought it to my lips and right when I was about to toss my head back a take it I stopped.

I held the glass against my lips and I felt the tears welling up again. I quickly moved it away from my mouth and threw it at the ground. The glass shattered when it made contact with the hardwood floor. The vodka slowly spread on the floor.

I had a wave of anger over me and I grabbed the neck of the bottle and threw it against the wall. The vodka running down the wall. The shards of glass scattered on the floor. I stared at the large glass shard and picked it up.

At this moment I didn't wanna live, in my mind I was alone, my abusive ex husband raped me and got me pregnant, I was too afraid to even talk to one of my best friends. I could barely bring myself to even touch my boyfriend.

When I really thought about it I was about to do it. I had the glass against my wrist, I was ready to take the step and make the quick motion. I came to my senses and dropped the glass.

I sank to the floor balling up in the corner.

I was sobbing till there weren't any more tears and I was just sitting there. My eyes were bloodshot. My face was swollen to hell. I was in a state of shock, I don't know how long I sat there. I saw Aaron walk through the door. He didn't see me yet.

He placed his bag on the floor next to the door and he looked forwards at the mess and me on the floor. He ran over picking up my wrist, there was blood in my palm; a faint amount of blood on my wrist.

Too bothered to care again he pulled me to his chest, "Honey..." He was crying through his words, I felt his tears drip on my forehead. "Come one we gotta go", I was already dressed. Before we left he put a towel on the vodka.

He helped me into the car. “Baby…”, he exhaled.

“I’m not going to say that I understand because god knows I don’t… you have to talk about it. I know you don’t want to but if what I saw in there is what I think it was-- y/n just please talk to me, someone please.”

I stayed still, my wandering hand meeting his on the center console. He looked down and was about to pull away when I grabbed onto it, pulling it into my lap. That was like having my grip on reality… he was my anchor. I never glanced at him, keeping my eyes forward, “Okay.” That was all that was said for the entire drive to the doctors.

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We got into the parking lot of the Doctors office, and we walked inside. We were walking around the hallway trying to find the door. We found it and Aaron and I walked up to the front desk.

"Hi we're here for an ultrasound", the secretary was getting ready to start typing.

"Name?"

"Y/n Y/l/n", she was typing and our appointment popped up on her screen. "Take a seat the doctor will be with you in just a moment." We both said thank you and we sat down. There was barely anyone in the waiting room.

I sat next to Aaron, I pushed all my thoughts aside and just let myself be for a second. I linked my arm with his and held him closer; Aaron was surprised at the action and he didn't move. We sat there blankly; staring at the muted tv that was in the corner.

"Y/n Y/l/n", I turned my head and I stood up walking over; following behind her Aaron close behind. She led us into a room and I sat down on the patient table. Aaron walked to the side of the room taking a seat.

The doctor went over a few things and started. "Pull your pants down a little and lift up your shirt", I tugged at my pants until they were hanging low on my hips so she could get a few views. She tucked a paper towel in my pants so the gel wouldn't get on my clothes.

"This is going to be cold", she proceeded to put the gel on my lower abdomen. I had a chill run through my body when she spread it around with the wand. While she was searching, Aaron was rubbing his fingers together staring at the screen.

"Here you go", She turned the screen and showed the baby to us. She pointed to the screen, "You see that small spec."

Aaron and I nodded, "That's the gestational sac." My face dropped slightly and I looked at the doctor. "So I am pregnant?"

"Yes", Aaron put his hands above his head and around his neck. He was trying to not cry, I stayed there in shock; I just got actual confirmation. I had no more tears, the doctor was talking to me but ignored her.

She understood what was going on and she gave me a paper towel to wipe myself down as she cleaned everything up.

I grabbed Aarons hand and pulled him out of the building. We sat in his car not talking, he put the keys in the ignition but didn't turn them.

"Are you going to... get an abortion", he knew that answer; he just wanted to be sure.

The tears fell from my face as I faced him. He looked over and saw the sadness. I was struggling to find words. "I want too but... I'm also worried about you. We aren't even sure if it is Marks or Yours. But I refuse to carry his baby... I can't."

I was choking through my words. He reached over and placed a hand on my cheek; he used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the dampness from my face. "Look at me", he was stern; I gazed into his eyes.

"I. will love you know matter your decision okay. I know it might be mine and I'm okay with that. I wouldn't wanna have his kid either. I'd be making the same decision as you. And if it is mine then..."

He took a chance to find the words, "I still support you 100%. Because I don't know about you but if you. wanted. we can always try again. Minus Mark. You know no confusion." He tried to make me smile and I did weakly but... still worked.

"I love you", I pulled him into a hug. He head resting on my shoulder. "I know... I love you too." He turned and kissed my temple before resuming the hug.

I needed this, to feel wanted and not thrown away like I was nothing. I pulled away after a few minutes and he turned on the car. He pulled out of the parking spot and started driving on the road; he was taking me home. Pulling up to his house I got out of the car and walked up to the door.

"You know you really have to get me my own key", I called out to him while I waited for him to open the door. When he unlocked the door my mind went to the broom. "It should be dry now", he was taking the towels off the floor.

I started sweeping the glass to a pile while he got the dustpan. I moved the glass to the pan and he threw it away. He walked over to the island and set his hands down. "What were you thinking", I knew what he was talking about.

I dropped my head and walked over in front of him. "I uh... I was going to down half the bottle." His fists tightened. "What were you going to do, try and kill the baby?” I nodded my head and he let out a sigh and walked over to my side.

"And what about the blood I saw on your wrist and palm?", he was looking for my reaction.

"Were you going to--", I shook my head in response. "I thought about it. But I wasn't I swear I-... I'm not." I stared into his eyes seeing sadness flash through them.

"Remember that promise, you're going to keep it. If you're having those thoughts I need to tell the bureau. I don't want to, so you need to talk to someone." They were easy enough. I was going to talk to a therapist.

I agreed to getting set up with a therapist. Every word he said was right, he'd need to report me. You can’t have an agent that thinks about that and have her carry a gun. It was a bad few seconds but I can't even imagine actually doing it. I'd be leaving everyone behind, and I can't do that to Aaron.

"Can I touch you?", I didn't respond, I just pulled him into me. I thought it was nice that Aaron was still asking, considering. He wants me to trust him fully, completely and I have for a while. I exhale into the hug sinking more into his chest.

"Aaron you don't have to ask anymore, okay maybe sometimes but not all the time. I'll tell you if I'm uncomfortable." We chuckled a bit and he pulled me in tighter. My arms rested around his neck, one hand running into his hair.

His hands made their way down my back and rested on my hips. He felt me tense up and he pulled back. He raised his eyebrows his way of asking if I was ok, I nodded and we both pulled back.

"I have one question, obviously I'm not gonna rush you but sex... where uh do you stand on that. Again no pressure." I smile at him moving a step closer.

"I'm mostly good with it, I would just say we should take it slow. I'll let you know when I'm uncomfortable and we can stop." I know he was just making sure, my body surely was ready to take him right there. Mentally I was still haunted by it, I didn't want to be triggered during sex.

I wanted to test the water; I moved even closer, turning my head and looking at him.

He knew what I was thinking, and he let me make the first move to be sure. I used my hand to bring his head to mine and I placed a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed back immediately following my lead not wanting to hurt me.

I missed his lips, the feeling of him against me. He swiped his tongue along my bottom lip and I let him in. His tongue invading my mouth, he bit my bottom lip. He brought his hands to my hips, picking me up and putting me on the counter.

He used his knee to separate my legs and stand between them. My hands pulled his waist closer to me. I could feel his bugle press against my thigh. He slid his hands up my thighs and grazed my clothed pussy, I moaned at the contact.

He raised his hand up and tugged at the waistband of my underwear. His cold finger rubbed slow circles on my clit. I was grinding with the motion but started to get a flashback.

I pulled away from the kiss and put my forehead to his. We were both steading our breaths.

"Too much?"

"Too much", I picked up my head and gazed at him. "I feel bad now." I glanced down looking at his bulge, he wasn't going to finish.

"You shouldn't, I can take care of it. I just wanna make sure you're fine with this." He helped me off the counter and we walked into the living room. How the hell did I get this lucky to have this man by my side.

I turned on the tv and started watching The Dark Knight. As I was saying the lines to the movie, Aaron was watching me with a smile on his face.

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barbarasbae · 4 years

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Even in Hawkins- Nerves

Part 15 of Even in Hawkins

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: hospitals, call back/mentions of miscarraige, healing, Neil makes an appearance, complicated feelings are had ( they’re starting to figure their dynamics out)

Hi welcome to the literal 8th version of this chapter that I’ve written in the past...4 months? Finally finally happy with the final product.

Billy was in the hospital for 5 more days, Max and Steve helping him practice walking. Y/n would help, but Max felt she needed to do it and Steve was stronger than Y/n, so it was probably for the best. “You’re doing great, Billy.” She called, the group turning around. His face was pink. “Do you need to slow down?” Max asked, concerned. “M’ fine.” He walked back to the room, Max trading her spot with Y/n. “Oof! Forgot how heavy you are.” She teased, Billy nipping her ear. She giggled, nudging him back. They helped him back in bed, the nurse on duty coming in to check on his stitches. Steve squeezed Y/n’s shoulder, bumping his nose against her ear. “You okay?”

“Yeah..just..nervous.” She admitted. “Why?”

“Just about..stuff. Like stitches and stairs.” She sat next to Billy, looking at the clock. Visiting hours were almost over. “Can you stay tonight?” Billy asked quietly, looking at his lap. “Sure. Something wrong?”

He shrugged, a mild pout on his face. She leaned in, Max and Steve starting to chatter about something. “It’s okay to be nervous.” She promised in a whisper, pressing her cheek against his, feeling heat flood his cheeks at the contact. “You embarrassed, silly?”

He grumbled, Y/n smiling. “Hey, do you think you two could give us a moment alone?” Y/n asked Max and Steve, nudging Billy. Both looking reluctant. “I’m really hungry actually. Could you go get me a sandwich or something?” Billy asked, taking the hint. The pair walked out, Steve looking a little flushed. Billy reached over, grabbing her closest hand. Y/n rested her chin on his shoulder, poking his cheek with her nose. She felt the alpha let out a shuddering breath, laying back into the pillows. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re okay.” He whimpered, turning his head. “I can’t-all those people. How can I just go home and act like nothing happened?” He asked in a whisper. Y/n was quiet. How can you?

“I don’t know, B. I guess you’ll just have to try to live your best or something like that?” That made his mouth quirk in a little smile. “Or something.” His voice was small. Y/n found Billy was turning more and more inward, getting quieter and quieter. Very similar to how he was when he first woke up. This wouldn’t do, of course. The omega in Y/n was practically screaming for her to fix it.

“Bill?”

“Hm?”

“Love you.” She told him softly, the blond giving her a brilliant smile. “Love you too.” She leaned back into him, Billy pulling her back into a hug, her nose pressed back into his hair. Billy pressed his nose into her scent gland, letting out a long sigh.

“Can’t wait to scent you how I actually want to.” She murmured, feeling the tip of Billy’s nose rubbing along the curve of her neck and became extremely aware that the doctor was coming into the room. She pulled back gently. “No-” He whined, following her.

“As much as I’m enjoying it, we have an audience.” She cooed, kissing him and helping him lay down. She sat next to him in a chair, a nurse walking over to check his vitals. Billy grabbed for her hand, the heart monitor speeding up. Y/n rubbed the inside of his palm, not wanting Billy to strain against his IV.

“Hey William. How are you feeling today?” He shrugged. “Well, that’s better than a grunt I suppose.” The nurse took his temperature, Dr. Owens flipping through the file. “You walked earlier today?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. I figured we’d discuss some of what you’ll need to do during recovery so check out on Friday can go faster.”

“I get to go home?” Dr. Owens nodded. “I have a list I’ll hand off to you but for now I’ll read you the most important ones. No getting stitches wet for at least another three weeks. You have to quit smoking. We can’t risk it with your weak lungs. No lifting anything heavy for at least 8 weeks and no driving heavy machinery for another 2. I want you to come see me once a week for therapy and at least another session once a week for physical therapy after your 8 weeks is up.”

“Okay.” Billy’s voice was small. “This isn’t necessary, but I am going to recommend cutting your hair.

“Doc, you gotta leave me with something.”

“Unless you have someone do it for you, because you strike me as someone who takes care of it, I recommend cutting it so you don’t have to worry about lifting your arms above your shoulder. Easy way to rip stitches.” Billy was getting upset. “We’ll figure something out.” Y/n promised, trying to reassure him. “Sandra here will tell you how to take care of your stitches. I’ll see you in the morning. Call if you need anything.”

“Would it be alright for me to stay here overnight?” The nurse nodded, going to get a special form for her. Steve and Max finally came back, passing out sandwiches. “You need me to get you anything?” The other omega asked before leaning his weight on the bed, eyes darting back and forth between the couple in front of him. “I think I’m okay for now. I’ll just go home in the morning for new clothes and stuff probably. You need anything, B?”

“I’m good.” Steve handed Billy his sandwich, looking pleased with himself when the alpha took a bite. “Would it be alright if I hug you before I leave?” Steve asked, more so looking at Y/n then he was Billy. “Yeah. That would be nice.” The blond smiled. The older omega squeezed in tight, the slight scenting not going unnoticed by Y/n. “I feel like I need a hug as well.” She teased, scenting Steve as well, a little chirp escaping her at the wonderfully safe, warm and familiar scent of Steve. “Well now I’m a little jealous.” Billy teased, the omegas laughing. “Ready Max?”

“I don’t wanna goooo.” She whined, dragging herself over to the cot. “Love you Billy.” She mumbled, embracing him in a way that was less a hug and more max wilting into him. “Love you too, shitbird.” She stuck her tongue out, Steve having to drag her away.

Y/n turned the tv on, the pair inhaling turkey sandwiches from the cafeteria.

She felt Billy’s eyes on her, the omega leaning closer. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Did you ever go to the hospital after, you know?”

“What?”

“The baby?” Billy whispered and suddenly the only noise in the room was the tv. “Oh.”

“...”

“Yeah, I did. That’s the only reason I knew it was...a miscarraige.” She told him softly, the alpha reaching for her hand. “I could have gone with you.” She shook her head. “It was just me and my mom. I was so scared, I wasn’t even thinking about trying to tell anyone else.”

“I’m sorry.” He squeezed her hand, Y/n wiping at her face. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“No I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie, Y/n.”

“I’m not. Promise,”

She slept curled in the recliner, waking up every time a nurse came to check on Billy. Everyone continued to visit him throughout the week, the alpha forgetting to mention his impending release coming up.

The morning of Billy’s last day in the hospital, Billy received a 5 page pamphlet of instructions as well as a non-disclosure agreement. Dr. Owens mentioned he should be getting a check in the mail in a few weeks and that he needed to come back Tuesday for his first physical therapy appointment. Then he was free to go.

“Well, first day free. What do you want to do?” She asked the blond as they got on the road. “I want a burger.”

“Okay, greasy burger coming up. It okay if we make a few more stops after?” He nodded, playing with one of the strings on his hoodie.

She pulled into the video store parking lot, Billy following behind her, tugging his sleeves down. She reached for his hand, the blond eagerly taking it. “Y/n?” Steve called from the counter, Robin flipping through a comic book. They came over. “Holy shit. Billy! Hey man!” He came around the counter and hugged the alpha, Billy hugging back tightly. Steve tried to be subtle about scenting him but failed pretty spectacularly, causing the other omega to laugh. Steve smiled sheepishly, blushing when Billy buried his face in Steve’s neck. “You’re not the only ones here, dinguses.” Robin chided, Steve yanking away. “I think I should get a hug too.” Y/n teased, Steve throwing his arms around her. “This okay?” He asked quietly, nosing at her scent gland. “Oh-uh. y-yeah. Yeah it’s okay.” She hugged back tightly. “So what brings you here?”

“Movies.”

“Oh, right.” Steve laughed, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. He hopped back over the counter, Robin rolling her eyes. Billy meandered, grabbing a couple movies. “Okay, that’s gonna be $4.79.” Steve chirped, smiling up at Billy. Y/n handed off a 5. “I don’t want any change.”

“Hold on.” He grabbed a couple candy bars. “$5 solid.”

“Thanks, Stevie.” Billy piped up, reaching for Y/n’s hand. “No problem.”

“Steven, you’re drooling.” Robin sighed, closing the comic. “I am not!”

Y/n smiled. “Wanna come over for movies tomorrow?”

“Oh, sure.”

“Cool. It’s a date.” Y/n winked, Steve turning pink. “Later, pretty boy.” Billy threw in a wink of his own, Robin cackling as they turned to leave. “Dingus, get off the floor.” Y/n and Billy giggled, the former pulling the blond alpha outside. After getting snacks, Y/n started toward his house to let Billy rest. They pulled into his driveway, Billy looking tense. “Want me to walk you to the door?” He shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll call you after dinner if I can come over?” She nodded. “Love you, B.” She leaned over, nuzzling the alpha’s scent gland. He let out an involuntary purr. “Okay, get off of me. Won’t ever get home.” He teased, kissing her forehead. She waved as he walked up the pavement, driving off.

Max opened the door after he knocked on it, stunned. “B-billy?!”

“Hi Max.”

She threw her arms around him, crying. He put the box down and hugged her back, Max not letting him go for a good 5 minutes. Neil watched them, not saying anything yet. Susan pulled him into a tight hug, saying she had been so worried about him. Max followed him into his room, asking question after question. “Maxine! Let him breathe.” Neil called. “It’s okay.” Billy said to her. She nodded and scooted into her room, Billy laying down on his bed. Neil came in, Billy sitting up in a panic. “Come to the kitchen.” He did, cautious. His body still hurt so much, he wasn’t ready for what pain might be coming. Susan set a plate of food in front of him. Neil pat his shoulder (a little too hard, mind you), squeezing in a way that made Billy straighten his spine in response. “We were so worried, Billy.” Neil said, voice...quiet?

Susan nodded. “What did the doctors say?”

“Oh, I don’t remember everything but I have some instructions. I have to do some physical therapy and they had to do surgery on my lungs. Ma’am.”

“MAXINE!”

“WHAT?!”

“GET YOUR BROTHERS PAPERS FROM THE HOSPITAL.”

She brought them in, Billy slowly eating the soup in front of him. Billy saw his father’s eyes go wide. “Don’t worry. The guys who own the mall are paying for everything. They don’t want us to sue them.” He repeated the lie Dr. Owens had instructed him to tell. Neil patted him on the shoulder. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay. And if they don’t pay for all of it I’m gonna sue them for all their worth.” Billy nodded. And then he was left alone. Well, sorta. Susan wouldn’t stop staring at him as he walked from the kitchen to the bathroom to his bedroom. He flipped through the pages Dr. Owens had given, grimacing at the appointment list. He was just tired. And the thought of having to do all that was exhausting. “Billy?”

“Hm?”

“I-mom got you something.” He got up, grunting. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” She had a phone in her hands. “They said I can connect it for you in here, if you want?”

“Sure, Max.” He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Or not…”

“No, it’s okay. I’m just tired.” She nodded. “Can I put it here?” He nodded, laying back down. “Thanks, Max.”

“Call your girlfriend.” She poked his arm. He smiled. “You’re not gonna be using this to call you know who lets get that straight now.” She huffed but didn’t yell at him. He called Y/n after his door was shut.

“Hey baby.” He smiled, speaking to her softly. “Hi. Do you wanna come over?”

“Can I bring Max?”

“Sure. What time?”

“I don’t care. Now?”

“See you in twenty.”

They watched back to the future in Y/n’s room, Billy having an arm around each girl. Max only lasted about ten minutes before she complained his arm was heavy. Y/n played with his hair, kissing his cheek every once and awhile. She missed him like hell. And she fell asleep during the movie like 40 minutes in. “Baby, you’re missing it.” He cooed, her resting on his shoulder. She blinked awake, nudging his nose with hers. “I’m probably not gonna make it through the movie.” She said, putting her hand on his chest. Max had moved so she was resting on her elbows towards the end of the bed, kicking her feet. Y/n turned on her side, hiding her face in Billy’s neck, the alpha rubbing his cheek on top of her head.

“Isn’t Marty kinda hot, Y/n? Y/n?” Max turned her head to see her older brother and his girlfriend asleep. She groaned and got up. “Gross.” She actually thought they were really cute but she would never admit that out loud. She decided to venture downstairs, Y/n’s mom in the kitchen. “Hey sweetie. Who are you?”

“Max Mayfield. I’m Billy’s sister.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You too. Do you have any ice cream?” Y/n’s mom let her take it upstairs, Max grimacing at the site of Billy drooling on his girlfriend.

Max bounced as she sat, waking Y/n up. “What’s happening?”

“Want some ice cream?”

“Sure.” The girls shared ice cream, finishing the movie.

“Billy, you need to wake up.”

“Five more minutes…” He pleaded, rolling into the pillows. “Ah, fuck.”

“Careful. Gotta take it easy.” She helped him sit up. “I gotta take you home.”

“Don’t wanna leave.” He whined, pushing his face into her chest. “Billy I’m tired.” Max whined, sugar crash hitting her hard. “You need to go get sleep before our date tomorrow.” Y/n whispered, Billy smiling. “Fine, fine. I’m getting up.” He grumbled, Y/n driving a sleepy Max and Billy home, stomach in knots at the prospect of their movie date tomorrow with Steve.

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thatsbucknasty · 4 years

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she used to be mine (viii) waitress au

summary: Inspired by the broadway musical. Y/N Beck is a pie baking force to be reckoned with. She’s pregnant with her lazy ass husband, Quentin Beck’s baby. As everything around her turns upside down, Doctor James Buchanan Barnes charms his way into her life.

pairing: Y/N x Bucky

tags are open c:

it’s been a while and I’m sorry it took me so long to update, I hope you’re still enjoying this!

chapter 8: bad idea

What was I thinking? I can’t get involved with my doctor, no matter how sweet and handsome he is. I’m still legally a married woman. I don’t need any more drama right now. I gotta focus on carrying my baby to full term and building a life for us both.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to- please forgive me, I know technically you’re still married and I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you feel uncomfortable with”.

He stands up quickly and puts effort to keep himself a few feet away from me, and I find myself yearning for him to close the distance but also grateful cause right now I need space. I need to breathe.

“Please leave, Bucky”. I plead and my voice isn’t cold but he still looks at me with the saddest puppy eyes in history and my heart breaks as I watch him leave the room.

“Where are the cookie trays? I can’t find anything in this kitchen, I leave for a few days, that’s it, just a couple of days and nothing’s in its place!”

“Ooh, someone’s cranky today” Sam thinks he’s being funny.

“Sam, don’t. She hasn’t had a single cup of coffee in months now, I think the withdrawal symptoms are finally showing up, plus you should never call a pregnant woman ‘cranky’ if you want to preserve your well being”.

“I’m right here, you know?” I yell at them.

“What happened, sweetie? You seem really upset”.

“It’s nothing, I just gave myself a deadline and I’m stressing over it, that’s all”.

“A deadline? What for? Do you need a planner too? Cause I accidentally bought two of them, so if you want-”.

“Thanks, Wanda, I don’t need a planner. The deadline’s for my savings. I have to make 36 pies today and another 36 tomorrow if I want to pay the hospital for my past bill. I already have more than half of it and if I have that bill dealt with by the weekend, I can start saving for the birth again”.

“I think I have a headache, that’s a lot of maths for me”. Sam chimes in from across the kitchen.

“Y/N, we already told you we can help you out! You don’t need to be doing all of this on your own and working extra time while pregnant isn’t exactly great for the baby”. Nat scolds me with her mom friend voice but I already told them, this is my problem and I’ll deal with it alone, I just roll my eyes at her and continue with my task.

“Okay, we know she’s stubborn and won’t let any of us pay for anything. I respect how hard working she is but now’s not the time to deny help from her friends”. Natasha explains to everybody in the room while Y/N is baking her 7th batch of pies where she can’t hear them. The diner’s closed and there are no patrons left, so the three of them are sitting in a booth.

“Do you think something happened with Doctor Ocean Eyes back at the hospital? First she seemed happy to be left alone with him and when we got back she was packing her stuff and screaming at us to take her away from there, it’s all so confusing”. Wanda scratches her head and Sam just sighs, sinking into the booth, clueless.

“Maybe, but she won’t talk about it”. Nat responds.

“What if someone asked Doctor Pretty what happened?” Wanda grabs Nat’s hand excited about her genius idea.

“I don’t know honey, that could make her even angrier”.

“I’ll do it. I’ll go talk to him”. Sam straightens up.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Y/N is like a sister to me, I should go see this Doctor of hers and demand answers!” He stands up, decisiveness in his eyes and Wanda cheers him up.

“Good morning, ma’am. Is Doctor Barnes here?” Sam walks up to nurse Maria’s desk.

“Sure, he’s with a patient. Does your wife have an appointment?”

“My wife? No, no, I’m just here to talk to him, I won’t be long, I promise”.

“Oh, well if you could just sit over there and wait till he’s free I can let him know you’re here to see him, are you a friend of his?”

“Uh, yeah sure”. He’s nerves make him lie to the nurse but she’s too busy reading a crime novel to pay much attention to his fidgeting.

“Doctor Barnes? Your ten o’clock called to say she’s running late but your friend Sam’s here to see you”. Maria announces and then leaves, while Sam enters the office.

“My friend Sam? I don’t- oh, hi”.

“Hi”. Sam stands next to the door awkwardly.

“So, you work at Nick’s Diner?”

“What? How did you-”

“Your uniform. Looks a lot like Y/N’s”.

“Right, yeah. Listen, I know this might seem weird and maybe it isn’t my place but-” Sam sighs, struggling to find the right words while Bucky eyes him, also nervous. A tall, muscular dude comes into his office, obviously there to talk about Y/N, he’s a little intimidated.

“Y/N’s one of my best friends. We’ve been there for each other since high school, I’ve seen her at her happiest and at her most miserable, and right now she is miserable. We don’t know why and she totally closed off and won’t let anyone in, which is not like her at all, so, if you know anything, please tell me. The girls say she was fine when they left her with you and when they got back she was freaking out. Did you have anything to do with it?”

“Well, I don’t-”

“Please man, I know we don’t know each other, but I need you to be honest”.

Bucky lets out a breath he was holding and sits on top of his desk. He looks defeated and even though Sam doesn’t know much about him he can tell, Bucky looks as miserable as Y/N.

“Yeah something happened”. Bucky looks down at his shoes.

“And?”

“And she said it was a bad idea. A mistake. I offered to help her out with the hospital bill and she accepted”.

“She did? Huh”:

“Yeah but then we kissed and I made things awkward, then she freaked out and told me to forget it, said she could pay her own bills and didn’t need anybody, called the nurses to tell ‘em she wanted to be discharged and took off”.

Sam could hear the pain in his voice but didn’t say anything.

“She’s important to me and I just wanted to let her know but I understand how it can be difficult for her to trust me”.

“Well, tell her that”.

“Nah, I think it’s best for me to just give her some space”.

“No, dude. Space is overrated, she needs to hear this from you. Hey man, I can tell you’re a decent guy. Nicer than Quentin for sure, and I can also tell you care about Y/N, she’s a tough gal and she can very well manage on her own, but I know she cares about you too. And if no one of you morons will take the first step toward something real and good, you’re gonna regret it”.

Bucky let out a laugh and crosses his arms over his chest.

“No ofense, but you’re both pretty stupid”. Sam smiles at him.

“Thanks”.

“Well, are you gonna talk to her?”

“Yeah, I’ll stop by the diner later tonight”.

“Great then! My job here is done. Good luck and don’t let her scare you away, underneath the tough surface lies a soft cheeseball who actually likes you back, she just needs a little push”.

“Thank you-”

“Sam, Wilson”.

“Bucky”.

They shake hands and Sam leaves. Bucky feels a weight lift off his chest and the small hope of seeing Y/N again begins to overflow his mind with memories of her smile, the shape of her hands and the smell of sugar and butter. He has something to look forward to today and that’s such a relief for him.

He’s spent the last couple of weeks moping around the hospital, counting the days on the calendar for Y/N’s next appointment which isn’t for another four weeks. But now he’s giddy and excited cause that wait has shortened and he’ll see her in just a few hours. ‘Should I bring her flowers?’, he thinks. ‘No, I haven’t asked what her favorite flowers are yet’. He’ll think of something. He’ll make things right and get his girl tonight. His girl.

chapter 9: you matter to me

#waitress au #she used to be mine #waitress musical #waitress!reader #doctor!Bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #nina writes #marvel au #bucky barnes

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anythingandeverything1d · 4 years

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Plum Sized

Part 1: Congratulations Part 2: Im having your baby

The next few weeks had gone by in a blur. Harry had left again to do some more writing, promising he would be back for your next ultrasound and doctors appointment. Luke was still getting over the fact that you had just let Harry back into your life like that, but since Harry hadn't really been around much he was warming back up to the idea a little bit more and had started coming over more, specifically in the mornings which had been really hard for you. You had woken up every morning with extreme morning sickness. You couldn't eat for hours, you felt dizzy and threw up multiple times. Certain smells and foods just made you want to vomit at the thought.

You were laying in bed trying to avoid throwing up when Luke walked in with a smile. “Morning beautiful, figured you might still be sick and in bed so I brought you a smoothie. Shouldn't have any weird smells or anything so I thought it might be worth a shot.” He handed you a large smoothie and sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you doing?”

You took the smoothie and thanked him before taking a small sip. It actually tasted amazing and nothing about it so far had made you sick so that was a big plus. “Not too bad....still just so nauseous. I mean the sight of food, the idea of food, it all just makes my stomach turn. I’m also just getting nervous about the appointment. I have to have my blood drawn and then we will probably find out the gender from that and of course it’s Harry’s first time going to an appointment so thats extra pressure because well because its Harry.” you sighed taking another sip and sitting up.

Luke nodded. “Have you heard much from him recently?”

“No...he’s been busy writing I think.” You bit your lip. Truth is after Harry had spent the night, he had waken up and left. You had hoped there might be something left to reconcile but he was really only interested in the baby. He had left the following afternoon even though you had asked him to stay. All you wanted was for him to actually step up, to be there for you the way he said he wanted to be. “He should be coming here tonight so that he doesn't miss the appointment..”

“Well I hope for your sake he does.”

“I’m sure he will but anyways lets talk about something else. What have you been up to? What’s new in your life?”

“Uh not a lot...I do have a date tomorrow though.”

“A DATE?!”

Luke laughed and grinned, “Yeah I met this girl, her name is Kayla and well we really hit it off so I’m taking her out tomorrow for a fun picnic lunch date. I think it’ll be a lot of fun.”

“Im sure it will be, you plan the best dates. So where did the two of you meet?” you played with the styrofoam cup your smoothie was in distractedly as went on about meeting Kayla at a gas station. You wished Harry would plan cute dates, and care more about everything. You wished he would text you good morning and good night or check in throughout the day. You wanted more from a relationship but at the same time...you really only wanted Harry. It was a hard place to be in at the moment. Just thinking about it and how frustrated you were with him made you tear up. You wiped a tear and noticed Luke was looking at you weirdly. “Sorry what?”

“I asked if you were okay....you seem. I don't know...not okay?”

You laughed and wiped another tear away. “Yeah, I’m fine just been thinking.”

He nodded unsure but was willing to let it go for your sake. “Well I have to go get ready for work, but enjoy the smoothie and text me later to let me know you are okay and all good. Promise?”

“Promise. Thank you for the smoothie..You really are the best friend a girl could have.”

“I try” he squeezed your hand and then walked out, leaving you to your thoughts.

After a few hours of lounging around you decided to get up and be productive. You threw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt and froze when you looked in the mirror. Your stomach had definitely grown, and a small baby bump was definitely visible. You light touched your stomach and smiled. It was all startling to feel real. You got to work, cleaning almost every room of your house and by the end everything was spotless and beautiful. You felt good. There was just something about a clean house that cleared your mind. It was almost 4:00 pm by the time everything was finished and you still hadn't heard from Harry. He was supposed to come home tonight so that he could take you to your appointment in the morning. *Hey, how's writing going? Think youre going to make it home for the appointment tomorrow?* you texted him. You sat waiting for a reply but when it didnt immediately come you decided to start on dinner. Tonight you were going to be making spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread, nothing too fancy but still delicious. You were boiling the water and buttering bread when your phone buzzed. Harry’s face was on the screen so you quickly answered it. “Hey!” you said cheerfully.

“Hey love, look I’m in the middle of a song right now and I don't want to stop so I don't think I’m going to make it tomorrow.”

Your heart sank and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. “But Harry this is a really important appointment. This is where we-”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll be at the next one I swear.”

You didn’t even answer, just hung up the phone and went back to cooking. The whole night was spent thinking about Harry. How couldn't he want to be there? Why was writing more important than his family? Did he even care at all? You were frustrated, upset, hurt, and confused. None of it made sense. Harry always said that he wanted kids and he wanted to be the dad that was there at every moment. Yet here he was not even caring to show up and you were done with it. *Good luck writing. Don't bother in calling me anymore I think our baby will be better off without you in its life* you know it was a long shot, something meant to dig at him but you didnt care. You were done with letting Harry hurt you again. You were sitting on the floor crying when Luke walked in carrying two suits.

“Hey which should I wear- Are you okay?” he immediately knelt down, dropping the suits and rubbing your shoulders. “(y/n) are you okay?” You shook your head no. Luke got more worried. He tried scooping you into his arms. “Are you hurt? What happened?”

“No.” you wiped your face and let out a shaky breath. “I think I just broke up with Harry again.”

Luke froze trying to decide what to say. He decided to play it safe, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault, its not mine, its his. He just doesn't care.”

“He will one day, it just sucks he doesn't realize it now.” you nodded leaning into him. “So youre going alone tomorrow?”

You nodded again. “I’ll be okay.”

He sighed, “no. You shouldn't go through all of this alone. I’ll go. I’ll take you.”

“But your date..”

“I’ll reschedule. I have a friend in need.” You smiled and wiped your tears.

“Can I still pick out the outfit you wear?” Luke laughed and nodded standing up and then pulling you to your feet.

“Of course.” He looked at you and gave you a look.

“What?”

“Your belly...its like actually bigger.”

“Well I do have a baby inside me that grows everyday.” You laughed. “Today, at 12 weeks, the baby is the size of a plum.”

“A plum? How do you know that?”

“I have an app that tells me its size according to fruits every week.”

He laughed and rolled his eyes, “A plum. Who would've guessed.”

You laughed instantly feeling better. You held up the two suits and smiled. “The grey one. It brings out your eyes.” You smiled and handed it to him.

“That was a quick decision.”

“I’ve been your friend for forever. I know what you look good in.”

The rest of the night was spent lounging around. Luke had gone home, promising to pick you up for your appointment and you still hadn't gotten a response from Harry. You weren't really expecting one, but you had hoped he would say something. You decided turning in early was a good idea so you threw on Harry’s old t-shirt, the one you slept in every night and jumped into bed. You were exhausted so falling asleep was easy. You had awoken to the sound of the door opening. You laid in bed listening for other sounds but didnt hear anything. You covered your head with the blanket and tried thinking to if you had imagined it or not. Then you heard footsteps walking up the stairs. You panicked. You didnt know what to do. You grabbed your phone and looked for something you could attack an intruder with. The footsteps were getting closer and your heart was racing. The door opened and you were ready to dial 911. “(y/n)?” Harry’s voice whispered. You breathed out and turned on a light next to the bed.

“Harry what the hell!” you screamed. “I thought you were a robber or murderer or something. You cant do that!”

Harry walked in and smiled holding out a giant bouquet of flowers. “I’m sorry...I didnt mean to scare you but I also didnt want to wake you if you were sleeping.”

“What are you doing here.”

He sighed and walked to the bed sitting down next to you on the edge. “I came to apologize. I haven't been a good dad lately. I haven't even been good to you. I got so distracted trying to please the fans with this next album that I was forgetting what's more important. My family. I know I don't deserve forgiveness. I know I promised you I would be here and be present and then I wasnt but this time I will be. I want to be there for you. I want to be there for this little one.” He touched your belly and smiled. “Im done writing for now. At least leaving to write. I want to be here, with you, as much as possible. I want us to work on whatever this is and to experience all the baby stuff together.”

“Harry-”

“Please (y/n)....give me one more chance...I promise not to screw it up.” He placed his head down by your stomach and your fingers immediately went to his hair. You sighed and he looked up.

“Fine. One more chance but if you screw this up Harry you won't be in my life or the baby’s.”

“Trust me love, I won't screw it up again.” He kissed your forehead and set the flowers on the nightstand. He then stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed. He pulled you against his chest and trailed fingers down your belly. “Did you know that the baby is the size of a plum today. Like an actual plum, isn't that crazy?”

You laughed and turned towards him. You touched your nose to his and smiled. He kissed you softly and smiled back. “I’m glad youre here Haz” you snuggled into him and he held on tightly.

“Me too.” He rubbed your back until you fell asleep and part of you expected him to be gone when you woke up. Just a dream. An imagination. But when your alarm went off and your eyes opened, you were snuggled against his chest, his body gently snoring like the angel he was. You rolled over and snoozed the alarm before returning to him. You traced his butterfly tattoo until he cracked his eyes open with a smile. “Morning.” he whispered deeply.

“Morning.” you smiled before climbing out of bed.

“Where are you going” he groaned sitting up in the white comforter. “Im exhausted...cant we stay in bed a little longer.”

You walked over to his side, knelt down and kissed his nose. “We have an appointment so get up and get ready.” You smiled and stretched. Harry jumped out of bed and froze watching you. “Whats wrong?”

“Your belly...I can actually see the plum size. That is so cool.” “Wait until you see the baby at the appointment.” you smiled walking into his embrace. “We should be able to see actual features today. It won't be just a blob anymore.”

You were getting ready and so was Harry, except he was pretty much done. He was in his black skinny jeans, a tshirt and a sweater vest. “Do I look like a dad?”

You laughed and nodded. “You look like a hot dad though.” He grinned and kissed you about to respond when the doorbell rang. “Can you get that, its probably Luke.”

“Luke?”

“Yeah he's coming today too.”

“Great...” Harry mumbled walking downstairs to answer the door. You finished throwing your hair in a pony tail and picked one of Harry’s smaller shirts, the one with his album title along a heart with his name, before running downstairs. Luke and Harry were just staring, no glaring at each other.

“Hey” you smiled hugging Luke. “Ready to go?” Harry and Luke nodded and you followed them outside.

“Whats the deal?” Luke harshly whispered, grabbing your arm and pulling you back.

“What?” you played innocently.

“Why is he here?”

“He’s the dad Luke..”

“Yeah but I thought you were done with him.”

“I was...but I feel like I owe it to the baby to give him another chance. He showed up last night and promised to be here. I’m not just going to say no Luke.”

Luke rolled his eyes and you pulled your arm from his grip to catch up to Harry. He smiled and grabbed your hand. “Ready to see our little baby love?”

You nodded and climbed into the car. Harry decided he wanted to drive so Luke jumped in the backseat. The car ride there was silent, no one really talking but when we got to the waiting room you told Harry to check you in so you could run to the bathroom. The nurse was waiting with the two guys and you followed her in. She retook your weight, stating that you had gained a little which was normal. She then took all three of you into a room where you changed into a gown and waited. Harry was anxiously pacing the room and Luke was just glaring at Harry when the doctor walked in. “(y/n) so nice to see you again, are you ready to see the baby?” You nodded as he looked to the two guys. “Who do we have here today?” he asked. Harry stepped forward and extended his hand.

“I’m Harry, its a pleasure to meet you.” he smiled and gave you a reassuring wink.

“Harry is the dad.” you added looking at the doctor. He nodded and smiled.

“Its nice to meet you Harry. And you?” he looked over at Luke.

“Oh, I’m Luke. I’m (y/n)’s friend.”

“Nice to meet you too. Alright lets see what we got here. He turned the lights lower and squirted the cold gel on your stomach earning a surprised look from Harry which made you laugh. “Have you been having any symptoms?”

“Yeah I’ve had morning sickness quite a bit lately.”

“Ah, thats a normal but unfortunate one.” He was scrolling around your stomach looking for the baby. “Has it been manageable?”

“Yeah its not been too terrible, I’m still feeling good most of the day.”

“Good thats what we want. Ah here it is...” Harry grabbed your hand and smiled looking at the screen. “So you can see here is the head, the butt, an arm, a leg, everything seems to be there. Let’s see if we cant get the heartbeat.” Luke looked a little sick but smiled when you looked at him and Harry was in awe.

“I think she looks like you..”

“How do you know its a she?” you asked surprised.

“I just feel like its going to be.”

“I feel like its going to be a boy, and I think he looks like you.” Harry smiled shaking his head. He was about to respond when you heard the familiar thump thump thump of a heartbeat. Harry had tears falling down his cheek. You smiled and wiped them away.

“That’s amazing.” he looked at the doctor with a smile. “Thank you for showing us that.”

The doctor nodded, flipping the light back on and handing you a towel to wipe your stomach. “Okay, you look good the baby looks good but we do want to do a blood test..From this you can find out the gender if you like.”

“Yes.” You said and looked at Harry.

“I think we should wait...let it be a surprise.” Harry said looking at you.

“Harry its not your decision.” Luke intervened.

“Its my baby too. I think we should wait.” He said pointedly at Luke.

“It should be (y/n)s decision. She's the one carrying it.”

“Well I think we both would have fun waiting.” Harry looked at you and you looked down.

“You haven't even been here. You don't have a say in it.”

“Luke,” you cut him off. “It is Harry’s baby too. He's the one here now and thats all that matters. Why don't we wait now and we can always decide later to look.”

Harry smiled and nodded at you, then glared at Luke. Luke just rolled his eyes. “whatever.” The doctor took your blood, explaining that it would also test for some genetic defects and diseases and that you would receive a call in the next few days with the results. You held Harry’s hand the whole time while talking to Luke so luckily you did not faint. Harry helped you to your feet, and held onto you to make sure you weren't going to drop back at any notice. You smiled and gave him a reassuring kiss. He let you go a little but still tightly held your hand. You set up another appointment and then walked out with your guys. Harry opened the car door for you and Luke climbed in the back seat. After ensuring you were buckled the three of you drove home. Luke left without saying a word and Harry rolled his eyes.

“What an asshole.”

You lightly smacked his arm and smiled. “He will come around. Trust me.”

Harry’s only response was a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, we need to go by my place and pick up some stuff.”

“What stuff?”

“Like all of it.”

“Why?”

“Well I figured we should probably live together so I can help out with everything..” Your mouth dropped open. “Unless thats not okay...” he added concerned he had overstepped.

“No. No I would love that...I just didnt think thats what you would want.”

“(y/n) I know the last few months have been rocky with us but I want to be here all the time with you. I love you and I want us to make things work. If me being here to help, mends that? I’ll never leave the house again.” He kissed your softly and you smiled.

“I love you Haz.”

“I love you too love.”

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Part 3 of the pregnancy series, hope you guys like it :) There wasnt a lot of action in this chapter but just wait for the next ;)

xoxo

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cytusimagines · 3 years

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How about characters actions when their partner is a diabetic?

This is probably the longest post I’ve made and I’m so sure I may have gotten some things wrong, but here we go!

Cytus Characters With a Diabetic S/O

Aroma/PAFF

-So I like to think that PAFF has probably the best healthcare and will get you on that plan ASAP

Insulin is expensive, that she knows

If she can bring down the costs for you, she’ll do it

Hell she might as well buy your medication She does by the way

-You cannot convince me that Aroma does not have a planner

Inside it is her schedule for meetings, interviews, concerts, etc.

But she always makes time for you

Especially to make sure you’re eating on a consistent schedule and checking your levels

Will move everything around her schedule when you mention that you have a doctor’s appointment coming up

Will also attend said appointments to make you more comfortable

-She is aware of what you can or can’t eat

Sometimes when you have dinner with her and Helena, she helps cook

This is to make sure Helena doesn’t do anything that could make your levels too high or too low

Of course she always asks for your input

-Overall a loving and supportive partner to her S/O

Neko

-Let’s be real, she’s not the best equipped to help

-But as long as you explain to her what she should do, she’ll be fine. Maybe.

-Will hound you about your insulin and levels if she suspects something off

“Don’t lie to me Y/N! Nothing gets past Neko!”

If you thought she was annoying before, she will be even more annoying if you even forget for a nanosecond

Sometimes she forgets though, especially in between streams and making music

-Please help Neko understand it more so she’s not constantly panicking about your health

-Honestly she does her best to help, but you’ll have to give her reminders to relax from time to time

Nora & ROBO_Head

-Nora knows how challenging something like diabetes can be to have

She doesn’t have it, but considering that the Ender virus took her ability to walk, she at least shares the sentiment

-She programs ROBO to have an alarm when it’s time to check your levels and take your insulin

-She can also be pretty strict when it comes to your diet/meal plan

You’re always allowed to give her feedback, but you can also tell her to tone it down if you think it’s too strict

It’ll take some time to adjust, but she will listen to you

-Where Nora is lacking in emotion, ROBO picks up the speed for her

On days where you beat yourself up, he’ll play you some music he made to make you feel better

His screen will show a pixelated heart to let you know that he loves you

Nora understands that it’s hard to keep everything balanced and in check, so she reminds you that there is always tomorrow to do it right

Ivy

-Walking database based on everything she’s been seeing on the cyTus network

-Let’s not forget that she is slowly gaining a “human” side to her as her research went on

She’s protected humans in the past from dangerous situations

So to see that she is protective around you is not surprising

-I think when you two are in private, she knows you can take care of yourself just fine

-It’s when you’re out in public going to a restaurant that she starts to worry

She will make it clear to the staff of any changes you would want to the item you want to eat

She may not be a Karen, but she can probably exert that energy off to the staff

You’ll probably need to talk to her about letting you do the talking when it comes to ordering your food from now on

But be patient, she’s still pretty new to this

Crystal PUNK/Cherry

-Sherri has some family that are diabetic, so she knows what they go through

That doesn’t mean their experiences are the exact same as yours

-She doesn’t hover over you about your diet or when to take your insulin

You should know how to take care of yourself

Will give you small reminders just in case you forget though

-Cooking dates will become a thing

She wants to learn how to make your favorite foods

She also wants to learn more about what you can and can’t eat

Please give her kisses for a good job

-Overall she won’t baby you about it and knows you’re able to take care of yourself

Vanessa

-So let’s say Vanessa survived the final events of the game and Ivy & PAFF were able to fix both her body and core

She’s back to being kind hearted and more stable than she ever has been before

She was also able to escape from A.R.C since they were using her to keep the cyTus network up and running

-Years of knowledge don’t necessarily prepare her to help with diabetes

It may have been around since her time or it may have developed after The Decommission, I don’t have the answers exactly

Regardless, she’s just not prepared

You’ll have to tell her more about it and how it affects you

-Despite being unprepared, she is more than willing to put in the effort and help you live a normal life

As normal as it can be since she’s still recovering from what happened to her

She’ll most likely go to Ivy for help since Ivy has lived upon humans longer than her

-Chances are with time, she will know more based on your experiences and anything she’s researched with the help of Ivy

Xenon

-First thing’s first- teach him about diabetes!

I promise he wants to learn more about it and how it affects you

Is it Type 1? Type 2?

What type of medicine do you take and how many times a day?

Is there any food you can’t eat at all?

Tell him everything please-

-You bet he made a spreadsheet and spent the next few nights researching everything he could find on diabetes

-He can’t go to your doctor appointments most of the time since work keeps him busy, but when he does he asks them multiple questions

Cares so much about your health, even if it sounds like he’s being rude to them

-Will help you with formulating a good diet based off what he knows about diabetes and what the doctor recommends

Obviously you’ll have to give him some input since you know your body the best

-Has a schedule on when you should check your levels in case you forget

ConneR

-Very knowledgeable man, we love that

He has no knowledge of how diabetes works and assumed the worst when you told him

You had to inform him of how it actually works and how it’s affecting you on a daily basis

-Now he doesn’t panic, but he sure was worried for a second there

-You know, he would be extra and write a whole ass song for you

It’s based on your experiences and everything you’ve told him about diabetes

He’ll play it for you when you’re having a bad day or feeling upset about having to deal with it

-Tea time is his favorite time of day with you

He does love a good cake with his tea, but he won’t have it around you

-He’s also not afraid to correct anyone who spreads misinformation about diabetes

Why anyone would do that, he has no clue

He’ll go after them though, that shit is not allowed so long as he lives on the internet

Joe

-My man respects the fuck out of you!

You cannot look in his eyes and not see how much love he has for you!

And you got diabetes? Shit, he doesn’t care- he loves you for you!

-With that being said, he’s stupid and has on occasion slipped up on what you can’t eat when he’s cooking dinner

“Babe, how come you’re avoiding that?”

“Because I can’t eat it.”

“Son of a bi-”

-He is doing his hardest to cook you delicious food while working with your meal plan

I think it calls for good job kisses and cuddles

He definitely deserves it

-Anyone at the bar that decides to make fun of his S/O gets whopped by a pool stick and his foot up their ass

He does not accept anyone talking shit about them just because they have to deal with diabetes

All the regulars know not to fuck with him or his S/O

-He’s always testing out new dishes and drinks that’ll appeal to more customers with diabetes (just like you!)

Feedback is always appreciated! He accepts your critiques very well

Also free lunch? Who doesn’t want that?

Sagar

-You picked either the right or wrong person to date

-Do you love exercise? Do you love healthy meal dates? Do you love feeling like your core is going to explode?

If you said no to any of these questions, too bad! :D

Sagar is ripped for a reason

And he will ensure that you stay on top of your health 100% of the time

-He’s the partner that will get you up at 7 am to go on a run

“But Sagar, it’s too early-”

To him, it’s never too early to stay in shape and keep you healthy

It is too early for you

-However, he does have fears of something bad happening if he doesn’t keep this up for you

The unknown scares him the most, even if he doesn’t show it

The next time you’re cuddling him, give him those gentle smooches and let him know that you’re going to be okay

You’re not going anywhere anytime soon

Now back to exercising

Rin

-She is an absolute sweetheart and her botanical work may pay off!

When she first heard about your condition, she wasn’t sure on what to do

After a long talk, she understood and took notes on what you need when it comes to her support

-She finds a few plants in her greenhouse that can be added to your food depending on your meal plan

Any time you mention you don’t like eating a certain herb, she puts it on her “Do Not Feed” list

-She can’t exactly cook and leaves that up to you. You know what you can and can’t eat, after all

-Will pick up on your schedule when it comes to checking your levels and taking your insulin

-She is your emotional support Rin when you need her

Cuddles are her favorite thing to do when you’re feeling down

This isn’t an easy condition to deal with and she knows that

Dotes on you and calls you cute nicknames to get you to smile and cheer up

She’s a shy kisser, but cheek and forehead kisses are always up to the plate when it comes to you

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herstoryherlegacy · 3 years

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God shows up

Today I had a laundry list of things to do starting at 8am. I jumped out of bed to do fasting bloodwork for my endocrinologist before my gyno appointment. I had time to grab a bite at Starbucks before that appointment. I was pretty happy because my favorite beauty brand Dose of Colors had reposted my Gofundme page on their IG stories. I can’t say enough about how sweet the entire staff is over there. I’m so blessed to know them and thankful for their support of me as an artist and person. I have been so blessed with donations to my family that I felt compelled to do something for someone else. In the drive thru I looked behind me, to see a mama and what looked to have been her baby in the back she was attending to. Of course I felt connected to her as a mama of a toddler. I wanted to treat her to her drink because who knows what she has going on, but it’s early morning and she’s been mom’ing already. At the window I paid for both of our orders and left to my doctors, hoping her day had been made. I also loaded my card up with $30 and posted it to my IG stories to further treat my lovely followers if they needed a drink. I’ll come back more to this later.

My gyno appointment wasn’t bad. I was getting a pap which I had missed a couple weeks prior. This doctor who was new to me, was the one who called me with my official diagnosis. He is kind and caring and I have never desired to have a male gyno, but I felt comfortable in his presence. He asked me how I was doing and I told him my concerns about wanting a hysterectomy to further avoid any cancers. He said that may not be the best choice, unless my genetics testing said I am at risk. He mentioned removing my ovaries can put me at higher risk of heart attacks and Jesus I’m already at risk because of my diabetes. I was hoping it would be a positive and preventative option, but it comes with its own risks. Am I willing to take them? Honestly…a lot of these choices aren’t even mine. I mean yeah, legally I have the choice to say no to chemo and no to surgery and just live my life like normal, ignoring my health concerns. But no one really does that. I hate I don’t have choices in what happens do me. No I will never opt out of treatment, because I value my life, but do I want to do any of this shit? Nay. With cancer, I don’t have any choices it feels like. My body is calling the shots and I have to bow down to what’s happening. I felt pretty upset after that talk. I felt scared. My once pretty ok morning was not spiraling into darkness. I still had shit to do. I needed to drop off my daughters homeschool work and pick up new work. I had to go to Ashley furniture and check out that recliner I wanted. I was in no mood, I was crying a ton. So I headed to Ashley. I knew I wanted to see the same nice lady who had helped me previously with my purchases, but what was her name again? I could describe her. But I didn’t feel like describing her because I felt like if I spoke I would cry, I was still in that place. So i sucked it up as much as I could and walked in.

Guess who was sitting right at the entrance to greet me. Helen 🤍. I reintroduced myself and told her what I was in for today. She remembered me and got up to show me around. She turned over her shoulder and asked how I was doing. I answered honestly. I told her I was not doing well, and that I needed this recliner for my chemotherapy. I of course, broke down. And she looked me dead in the eyes, really the only place she could look since we are both masked, and she spoke to me firmly, but not harshly. She told me to stop right now. She implored me to look into meditation. She explained all the benefits and told me that I needed to stop putting my fears into the universe and start replacing those with good thoughts. She had an entire conversation uplifting me and before I knew if I had stopped crying completely. I’m not sure helens religious beliefs or if she doesn’t have any, but the conversation we had could have very well replaced some words with “Jesus” and served the same purpose. Because yes I do believe the universe lines things up for us, but I can also say the same thing about God. And I whole heartedly because God lined me up with Helen today. She told me that if I had come yesterday or tomorrow she wouldn’t have been here. And it’s true. I was meant to go there yesterday but my daughter was sick and I saved it for today. I can’t deny that wasn’t Devine intervention. I needed helens healing words today. I found my recliner and was granted a great deal. And what do you know? Helen also works at Home Depot by me, has been for 25 years! I told her I also needed a new fridge and she was going to be able to help me there also. My needs are being met, and I have none other to thank than Jesus. He has never left me before, I don’t believe he would leave me now, and as much as I feel..betrayed by this diagnosis, God is showing me he is very much still there. I don’t know how to tap into him completely yet, my relationship needs work, but I want to know his plan and I want to know I’ll be okay. So far, I believe I’m being shown just that.

Poor Sophie had been super sick the other day with some sort of tummy bug. I also needed to grab her an at home covid test to help rule that out. I visited one CVS with no luck. Grabbed lunch and headed to another. This one I asked the pharmacy and she said it would be at the register if they had them, but she didn’t think they would. I was feeling defeated not being able to get one for soph, but I asked anyway. The girl said “you know what, I’ve been telling people all day we are out, but my manager actually found 3 in the back”..you’re here God, I see you. I grabbed one and with some assistance from the lovely associate I saved $12 off my purchase, these things aren’t cheap. I felt better and headed home. I had lunch, and passed out on the couch. I was exhausted to the bone running around for 6 straight hours. I slept on the couch for 3’ish hours. It felt wonderful. I’m still dreadfully tired so I’ll say goodnight here. But Regardless of what my relationship status is with the Lord, he has never ever not once left me hanging. I have always been able to have my needs met by him. This is no time for me to question our God, but instead press in, thank him for my blessings, see those silver linings, and manifest as Helen says, the things I want. So I am speaking into the universe, that I will be healed, that I will be here for my girls. I’m believing it. But also..don’t stop praying for me!

Oh! Before I go, trip out on this.

#cancer #manifestingmiracles

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xseildnasterces · 3 years

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just like fire.

I’ve done nothing today. I’ve been so unwell the last few days that I decided to take today off sick. I called the doctors and tried to arrange an appointment with the specialist, but they didn’t have an appointment until 20 November!!! I cannot wait that long. I’m ill now and need help now. I was told to message my nurse and tell her that I need to have an appointment sooner, so I have sent her an email and I shall now await a response. I cannot stay in this state until the end of November. If I don’t get help before then I might very well have shrivelled up and died or lost so much blood that I am severely anaemic. I’m still really worried and I am constantly concerned about the need for a colonoscopy. However, I think I have accepted that that is what is needed, and I just need to get it booked and find out exactly what is going on. Hey, I might even find out which type of IBD I have, or if I do indeed have both as suspected by my nurse. Lucky me!

I physically didn’t leave the apartment building today. I sat in front of the TV and coloured in. It was relaxing and helped with my stress and anxiety, that was until my dad called and told me that they had missed their flight. I cannot express the amount of stress that caused me. My parents had booked a holiday way back in 2019 for 2020. Of course, the pandemic hit, and the holiday was pushed to 2021. Despite neither of them really feeling safe going abroad right now, they didn’t want to lose the money they had spent on the booking. It makes me sad as they don’t have a lot of money and they had purposely booked in advance right back in 2019 because they wanted to save a little money, but anyway, they missed their flight and called to tell me and see if I could help. Unfortunately, there were no more flights today and they couldn’t really afford to pay for more flights. I offered to buy them as their Christmas gift (because they wouldn’t accept it otherwise), but because of my dad’s clinical anxiety it was easier for him to just get back in the car and drive home. I guess living so far from the airport was also part of the problem. It was hard to listen to my mum really upset on the phone, and hearing my dad, who surprisingly wasn’t going mental and instead just seemed really upset and stressed. I could tell him anxiety was peaking and the whole thing just caused me so much stress that my stomach was filled with knots and was giving me all the stress that I had been trying so hard to avoid. Stress is such a huge trigger for me and my IBD, so that really didn’t help. I haven’t spoken to my mum since she got home, but she said she will call me tomorrow. I just feel sad for them. They had waited so long for this and spent a lot of money so I can understand their upset and frustration, especially considering the reason for missing their flight was not their fault and was completely out of their control. I just feel so sad for them and yeah, stressed.

Other than that, I had group today. The group has changed over the last few months. One of the guys I felt I connected quite well with left and that was sad and stressful in itself. A new girl joined and although at first, I wasn’t sure how comfortable I felt with her she has really grown on me and I enjoy seeing her there. I spoke very little today. I felt stressed and I felt genuinely physically uncomfortable so I just sort of sat there and listened. If I am totally honest, I didn’t even listen that much the whole time. I just wasn’t in the mood, nor was I with it. I had individual yesterday and we discussed some of my biggest fears – death, getting old, and the unknown. All of this came from discussing my IBD and how I was feeling about it. I expressed my worries and concerns and how my mind always goes to the worst possible outcome – despite the fact you cannot actually die from IBD, but you can due from complications from it or from other diseases or illness’ that can be easier to catch when you suffer from a weakened immune system.

I’m wondering when I will get my third covid shot. The boosters are starting to get rolled out here to people who are extremely vulnerable, and due to my weakened immune system, it may not be long before I get my third one. I’m ready for it whenever! In the last year I have had so many vaccines! Both covid jabs, two HVP vaccines (1 more to go in November), and my flu jab which is now probably also ready for renewal. Hoping that this will aid me in my weakened immune state, especially considering I will probably find myself working in the office consistently until I go home a Christmas.

We currently have a super long weekend off. No work tomorrow, no work Friday and no work on Monday. Originally, I was supposed to be going away with H, M and F, but due to the tropical storms, hurricanes, my flare, and M’s work commitments we are no longer going. I think that’s maybe a good thing – even if I am a little disappointed, however, if we had gone, I would have pushed myself and probably ended up feeling even more unwell. We are still planning to meet up and have some day trips. Today I had such a great video chat with C and H and F joined and she was so happy to see me it was adorable. She has certainly had a wee growth spurt since I last saw her. I cannot believe how much her speech has progressed and how grown up she looked. I loved chatting to her, and it really did cheer me up.

The creepy guy from down the corridor is at it again. I honestly do not know what else I can do to make him leave me alone. I’m am genuinely scared to leave my apartment sometimes because the worry of bumping into him is real. I saw him yesterday. I was in the elevator last night and he pressed the button to stop it going up so he could come in. He didn’t recognise me at first with my mask on, but I knew it was him right away. He asked if we were on the same floor and then it clicked, and he realised it was me. He asked how long I had been back from the UK and I told him I had just got back, and I was currently quarantining…. AND THEN, AND THEN, he said, ‘oh well that explains it, I had been coming round and knocking on your door and no one has been answering’. I froze and didn’t really know what to say. Why is he knocking on my door? I said yes, I had been back in the UK for a couple of months and then walked away as quickly as I could. It was just so typical that today when I literally left my apartment for two second to go and collect a package from downstairs that as I was entering the lift he was exiting. He tried talking to me and again pressed the button to open the lift, so it didn’t go down. He asked how quarantining was going and I just said fine and pressed the button again. I was so full of anxiety I didn’t even want to go back upstairs in case I saw him again and found myself fast walking down the corridor back to my apartment. I wish guys would just get the message. I honestly cannot ever imagine a girl acting like that – not at all. I just hate it so much. I hate that I feel uncomfortable in my own apartment building. This is where I live, and I should not feel uncomfortable here. I need someone to come stay in my apartment and tell him to go away and leave me alone.

Last night I woke in the middle of the night – just like it seems everyone else in the DMV area did (there are even memes about it)! There was the most insane thunderstorm. The thunder woke me and the whole room was flashing from the lightening. It I wasn’t trying to sleep I would have loved to watch it. It has been stormy again today, and I imagine it will continue into the evening. This is the remnants of the tropical storms and everything that has been occurring in the South. At least we are lucky enough to not be dealing with the same tragedies and they are there.

[Blog title: Just Like Fire - P!nk].

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dailydaydreamings · 4 years

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Best in the Worst Way, Part 7

The Reader has been having a love affair with two Avengers and gets caught in a sticky situation. She’s suddenly faced with life decisions she’s not prepared for, including who to love, what she wants, and is this all worth it?

“Let’s think lay down the facts,” you say, bracing your face on your elbows, critically eyeing both the boys.

The three of you sat down at your kitchen, you at the head of the table, and the boys on either side of you.

Steve looked down sheepishly, his eyes still shinning and red. Bucky looked ready to strangle him.

“You’re done being a dick?” You asked Steve.

He nodded.

“Despite everything you put us through in the last couple weeks, and begging me to get an abortion, you want to be a father?”

He looked you in the eye, reaching for your hand.

You snatched it away from him.

He looked hurt, but said, “If you’ll have me, I’d do anything to be part of their lives.”

“Come on,” Bucky rolled his eyes.

After he highjacked your appointment and started bawling his eyes out, Bucky tried to usher him out of the room. It turned into a screaming war in the hallway. Doctor Laurence gave you a speech about being in a stressful environment and needing to stay calm. It did nothing for your nerves.

The three of you yelled at each other the entire car ride home.

Bucky was still very upset, as were you, but screaming about it wasn’t getting you anywhere.

So the three of you sat, hot tea and tear stained eyes staring each other down. Your hearts twisting and wrenching in your chests with hurt and uncertainty.

The only way to go was forward, and none of you knew how.

You wanted to take Bucky into the next room and talk, see how he was feeling, but it had always been the three of you. It only seemed right to talk through this together.

“No,” you pointed a finger at Bucky. “We said no sarcasm, snide comments, or talking out of turn.”

Bucky’s hands clenched into fists, “Fine.”

You looked back at Steve. You wanted to strangle him, honestly.

“Why?” You demanded.

He looked down at his hands in his lap, “I love the two of you more than anything. And I thought I didn’t want more, but seeing them...they were never real to me before. And thinking I’d lost you when Natasha called...”

You ground your teeth. Natash was a fucking liar. She meant well, you knew that.

“I feel,” Bucky started, you turned to him in surprise, “that if you really loved us, you wouldn’t have left us in the first place.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair, “I was scared, Buck. I’m still terrified. But I’ve decided I want to try it, for you two, for them.”

You felt your emotions coming up to the surface and you tried to swallow them down, but pregnancy was making it hard.

“I feel the same way as Bucky,” you declared. “You’re allowed to feel scared, but you shouldn’t have left for weeks and then asked me to choose between you and Bucky, and you and our kids.”

Steve nodded, tears forming in his eyes again. You wiped your own away, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Bucky reached for you, and you gripped his hand with a vice grip. He had tears running freely down his face.

“Steve,” your voice broke. You covered your mouth with your hand as a shattering sob ripped through your body.

Bucky got up and stood behind you, enveloping you in a hug from behind. You leaned into him for comfort, but you just felt so empty.

This was supposed to be such a happy day. Seeing your babies for the first time, how had it come to this?

“I’m sorry,” Steve murmured. You watched through blurry eyes as he desperately wiped his own eyes. “I am so so sorry. I never wanted to cause you this much pain.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left,” Bucky’s voice was a growl and you didn’t need to see him to know he was giving Steve a death stare.

He nodded, “I want to repair what I’ve done. Please give me a second chance.”

Bucky didn’t answer. You knew his heart was shattering just as much as yours. He loved Steve just as desperately, just as much as you. He had been dreaming about Steve saying these words just like you had.

Because you both loved him even though he’d walked away.

“You can be part of their lives,” you managed. “But not ours. Not yet. I don’t want you in my home or making decisions for our kids. We can discuss what this will look like later.”

Steve looked shellshocked.

Bucky’s arms tightened around you, “She’s right.”

Steve swallowed hard, “Okay. I guess I’ll go.”

With that, he left.

“You could have told him to fuck off,” Bucky sat back down beside you.

You nodded wiping your tears and pulling yourself together, looking at the door that Steve had just walked out of. “Yeah, but we have a big problem.”

“What?”

“Paternity,” you looked Bucky in the eyes. “If they’re his kids or one of them is his, and I tell him to fuck off, we could be in a legal pickle when the kids are born and he claims we’re keeping his kids from him.”

He frowned, “What are you saying?”

You squared your jaw, “I don’t know if I want him back at all. But I think we need to play nice until the kids are born, and we know their paternity. And we might need to consult with a lawyer before that.”

———

Monday morning, nearing the end of your 11th week of pregnancy, you walked into work at 9am. It was two hours later than you were used to and you were loving it.

Bucky said you were positively glowing.

You swore when you stood in front of a mirror you could see a bump, Bucky said it wasn’t quite big enough to be noticeable.

You and Bucky were chatting about the news when you walked into the building and you were greeted by Steve.

“Good morning!” He greeted, cheerfully.

You stopped dead, frowning. What was he doing here?

He raised his hands slightly, which held two cups of take out coffee, “I wanted to bring you guys coffee, but you are much later getting to work than you normally are and they’re cold.”

You looked at Bucky quizzically, to make sure he was seeing this too. He stood there rigidly, his mouth in a tight line. You turned to Steve and said, “I’m taking it easy, I start at nine now. Plus I can’t have more than one cup of coffee and I’ve had my fill for the day.”

Steve’s face fell, “Oh, okay.”

“We’ll see you later, Steve,” you patted him on the shoulder and walked past him. Immediately, you gripped Bucky by the arm and whispered, “Was he sitting there for two hours?!”

He shrugged, “I bet you fifty bucks he was.”

“What the actual fuck.”

That wasn’t the only surprise that day. You walked into your office, turned on the lights and dropped your bag in shock.

It was full of roses.

Not just a couple bouquets, but every surface conceivable was covered. And if it wasn’t covered in roses, it was roses pedals.

“Oh my dear lord, no.”

This was too much and so not okay.

You called Bucky immediately. “You should see what he did to my office.”

“Well,” Bucky said from the other end, “if it looks anything like my locker, I can image.”

You frowned, “Roses?”

“Yep.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting behind your desk, realizing there was literally no room on it. “Does he think this makes up for anything? That’s it magically fixes what he did?”

Bucky sighed, “I think he does.”

Groaning you said, “Hey Friday?”

“Yes Ms. Y/n?” The voice in the ceiling asked.

“Could you find me a women’s shelter or a hospital that will take flower donations?”

———

An hour later, you were packing up the last truck and walking about to your office. So much for a productive morning.

You kept a single, simple bouquet on your desk and that was it. To play nice with Steve so he couldn’t accuse you of throwing out his gift.

The guys from the hospital had died laughing when they came in and saw your office. They seriously didn’t believe you over the phone when you said your office was full of roses.

The whole time they teased you, “so what did he do?”

You just scowled.

It put you into a very poor mood and you wanted a coffee so bad. And it was only ten. You dropped your head into your hands and groaned before opening your email.

At 1, you were surprised by Steve knocking on your door. Trying your very best not to visibly sigh, you waved him in.

“Hey,” he said, walking towards you with a takeout cup. “What’d you do with the flowers?”

You pursed your lips, folding your hands in front of you, “Steve, hun, I really really don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but that was a lot of flowers. Like a lot. I donated most of them.” You motioned at the vase on your desk.

He ran a hand through his hair, “Right, right, right. You know, I thought it was a lot. And then she offered me a deal on rose pedals. She as in the girl from the flower shop, Jenna I think. She said it was part of some package she offered. They were basically free.”

You blinked at his little rant. You twisted your pen, “Are you ok?”

He nodded, “Yeah yeah. I’m just,” he took a deep breath, “I want to fix this y/n. I know I’m probably not doing a great job but I’m trying.”

You didn’t let yourself feel your heart pang at his words. You just squared your jaw.

“Anyways,” he said, “I know that this is when you get a caffeine crash and you like to have a cup of coffee but you can’t. So I brought you a tea, decaf, but I thought the placebo and having something in a stupid takeout cup might help.” He placed the cup in front of you.

Slightly shocked at his attention to detail, you gingerly took the cup and said, “Thank you.”

He nodded, “I’ll leave you be.”

You sipped your tea and tried not to moan in satisfaction. This would do but it didn’t make up for anything.

———

Bucky came to your office after 5 and signaled you that it was time to go.

You stood, groaning at your slightly swollen feet. Flats would be worn tomorrow.

You walked out of your office, Bucky taking your bag from you as he pecked your lips.

“Good day?” He asked.

You nodded, “Steve brought me a tea at lunch. Did you see him?”

Bucky frowned at that, “Not once.”

You wiggled your eyebrows at him, “You jealous, Barnes?”

He wrapped his free arm around you and murmured in your ear, “Is Steve going to make your toes curl tonight? Because I have plans for you tonight, baby, that are going to make you forget him.”

You smirked, already shiver slightly at his husky tone and then he nipped at your ear and you nearly took him right there. Fuck these hormones were making you crazy.

But then Steve was waiting for you at the exit.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bucky asked so low only you heard.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “Any big plans tonight?”

Bucky’s grip tightened around you protectively, “No.”

You pinched him, hard, to remind him to play nice.

“I think we’re going to make dinner and finish Love is Blind, have you seen it?” You smiled politely.

Steve shook his head, “Is it any good?”

“We love it, if it were up to Buck we’d have finished it the day we started. He kept hitting the Next Episode button,” you weren’t sure why you were still talking.

Bucky seemed to be hiding behind you now. He definitely didn’t want to admit loving the show to Steve, but you’d caught him and Bruce gushing about it the other day.

“Anywho,” you said, “We should be going.”

“Yeah, of course,” Steve stepped out of your way.

You squeezed his shoulder as you passed, “Have a good night, Steve.”

Bucky didn’t say a word. Not to Steve. And not about the encounter.

———

The following two weeks followed in the same pattern.

You showed up at nine, Steve was waiting to say good morning. He brought Bucky coffee the first couple of days, which Bucky plainly refused.

At 1, Steve brought you a tea and asked how you were doing. He usually stayed for all of five minutes, which you appreciated.

At 5, Bucky knocked on your door and you left. Steve asked if you had any evening plans and you made small talk as Bucky scowled at him from behind you.

From what you’d heard, Steve had made no move to contact Bucky outside of those two interactions. You knew for a fact it was driving Bucky crazy, either from jealousy or rage. Maybe both.

You didn’t care either way, as long as Steve saw you as the good guy and wouldn’t make any claims against your kids once they were born.

The second Friday, you walked into work and smiled at Steve and as you walked by, you turned and said, “Oh yeah, before I forget Steve, I have an ultrasound today at 2 if you want to come.”

He looked surprised, “So soon? Is everything ok?”

You nodded, “Yeah, because of their DNA the doctor wants to keep a very close eye the entire pregnancy.”

No to mention you were supposed to call the moment you felt something was wrong/you had any weird symptoms.

Stave smiled brightly, “I’ll be there.”

Once you’d left, Bucky’s grip tightened on your arm and he hissed, “Seriously?!”

You glared at him, “We talked about this, Buck. We’re playing nice until we know if he’s a father or not. Which means, he has to have the option to go to these things, trust me I’m not happy either.”

Especially considering how the last ultrasound had gone, you were already on edge and verging on dread. This really should be happy but you weren’t.

But everything went according to plan and you went home that night with Bucky, giggling as you admired your children.

That night, you laid in bed with a good book and looked up as Bucky walked in and smiled at you. You couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach at that stupid smile.

“You know,” Bucky said, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it in the bin. “The babies are the size of lemons.”

You smirked, “Oh, yeah? Where’d you learn that?”

“Baby books,” he dropped his pants and crawled into bed beside you. You marked your page and put away your book as Bucky’s hand slid up your belly, lifting your shirt. “You’re starting to show.”

You looked down and smiled lovingly at your belly. It wasn’t obvious, but it was there. You just looked bloated honestly, but you didn’t say that.

Not as Bucky stroke your belly and looked at it adoringly. Not as he leaned forward to press two small kisses, each where the doctor said your children were.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he whispered. “You are going to be so loved and safe.” He pressed another kiss. “Always safe, I promise. Your big scary dad will make sure of it.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, “They’re going to think you’re the coolest. They won’t even think to be afraid of you.”

He propped his head on his arm and looked at you quizzically.

You smiled sadly, “My dad was six foot five. Big guy, all muscle and tattoos. I just saw him as the guy who watched princess movies with me and took me on walks through the Hundred Acre Woods, which was just really the forest by my house.”

He leaned over and kissed your forehead. “You don’t talk about your parents a lot.”

You shrug, “I’m good really. It’s been a really long time since they’ve been gone. I was alone for a long time but my family is growing.” You placed your hand on top of his, still on your belly. “I love you.”

He smiled. You did say that very often either. “I love you too.”

He pressed on more kiss to your belly before layning back in the pillows. “Do I need to set an alarm for tomorrow? Are you working?”

You thought for a moment and shook your head, “I’ll take the weekend off.”

Bucky’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. “You? Weekend? Never!”

You rolled your eyes, “Only because we didn’t do any laundry this week and we desperately need to catch up!” You didn’t mention that was typically Steve’s job. “Besides, I’m expecting you to keep me up all night.”

His smirk grew somehow. “Is that so?”

You bit your lip, “These hormones. I’ve been having crazy day dreams about you all day.”

He shifted so he was straddling you and kissed up your neck. The pulled at your ear lobe and your toes curled. And then he growled on your ear, “Tell me.”

———

Saturday and Sunday flew by. When Monday rolled around, you tried not to fight against Bucky as he urged you to get out of bed.

You dressed as Bucky snuck kisses. One on your shoulder as you put your bra on. Another on your neck as you put makeup on. Several on your cheeks as he made breakfast.

You felt so incredibly happy and lucky in those moments. But it had to come to an end as you walked into work.

When you saw Steve, Bucky turned ice cold beside you. You could feel his disdain as you made small talk in the lobby.

You joked with Steve about some headline and he told you he’s started watching Love is Blind. You laughed and told him to tell you his favourite couple when they got the resort.

Mundane would be the only way to describe the interaction. Mundane and utterly forgettable.

As soon as Steve was out of sight, Bucky said, “He’s trying to win you back.”

You rolled your eyes, “I know Buck. I have eyes. But I promise. I’ve chosen you, and you don’t have anything to worry about.” You pecked his lips as you went separate ways, not before quickly squeezing his ass.

He looked back, slightly shocked before smirking.

“Besides,” you said, “he’s really not even trying that hard.”

Bucky laughed and went to the gym. You walked into your office and put away your things before sitting down.

You frowned as you noticed a wrapped box on your desk. Perfectly packaged and even with a bright red bow.

You reached for it and stopped. Should you open it? There wasn’t a note, so it could be anything for anyone. But really, there was a short list of plausible people responsible.

You knew there was a protocol for unmarked boxes but you opened it anyways. You immediately dropped it when you saw the content.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Inside was a framed picture from your ultrasound with a handwritten message in silver sharpie across the glass that read: Love Steve.

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pinejayy · 4 years

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Hey Short Stuff ( Dr. Robotnik x Reader )

@ben-solo-deserved-better asked: Ugh your Robotnik fics are KILLING ME (in a VERY good way). Could you do one where his assistant is significantly shorter than him (I’m 5’ tall lmao) and he teases her for it a lot to the point that she snaps at him for it and then he feels bad for it and is confused as to why he feels bad but then he realizes it’s because he likes her and he apologizes and she forgives him?

Author's note: Thanks for reading my stuff!! And I'm 4'11 man 😔✊

Warnings: Some cuss words

Word count: +1.4k

Being Robotnik's assistant was a very difficult job, it looks easy to just stand there next to him and go get whatever he needs. But oh no The Doctor was a rude selfish bastard. You didn't know why you still kept this job, and no wonder why his other assistant left his job because who would want a job that you're always getting rude comments thrown at you everyday. You didn't know why the Government just stuck you with him, maybe because they didn't want to deal with him and thought throwing someone was a good idea. You hated your job and you wanted to quit after all but couldn't bring yourself to quit because you were scared of course and part of you didn't want to leave the Doctor.

You sighed to yourself not looking forward for a other long day. As Robotnik was in his lab working you were required to bring him his coffee every morning.

Letting out a big sigh and putting on a fake smile, you held onto a cup of coffee and brought it to him. Setting it down on his table you looked at him work. "Your coffee Sir."

He looked at you, not saying anything. He just grabbed his coffee taking a sip out of it. "You look horrible today Agent L/N, what was the mirror to high for you that you couldn't see yourself today." He said with a loud laugh, going back to his work.

You just stood there, was he really going to start being an asshole this early, you just rolled your eyes you always told yourself "don't let him get to you." No matter how much his rude comments hurt you. You still had that fake smile and you just stood behind him, waiting for your next command. As you stand there you just thought about what he said, it was more hurtful than the other comments he's thrown at you. You would bite your tongue so you wouldn't have to talk back at him every time he would tell you something mean. And the mean comments were always directed at your small height.

As you just stood there, you try not to think about his comment to much.

As an hour passed by and he was still working and you just stood there behind him not saying anything or looking at him. You just looked forward and just spaced out. Until he snapped his fingers making you snap out of your glaze. He pointed at his new Drone he was making.

"How does this look Agent Y/N?" He asked you, turning his chair over so he could look at you.

You lean a bit, looking at his drone and stood up straight after so. You just nodded "Looks great Sir." You said, you didn't give him your usual smile whenever you complemented his work. Just look straight ahead of you.

Robotnik gave you a look, you always gave him a smile whenever you told him his work was great but since you didn't this time made him frown slightly. He then stood up, standing in front of you. Looking down at you he had a smirk on his face.

You sigh to yourself, looking up at him. He was really tall compared to you after all you were like 5ft and he was 6'2.

"I want you to file my paperwork and schedule my meetings for tomorrow." He said, tapping his shoulders.

You just nodded, you were about to walk away to go do as you were told but he grabbed you by the shoulder. You raised an eyebrow "Need anything else sir?"

He stayed quite for a bit and he let go of you "My papers are on the top shelf you think you can get that?" He laughed.

You tried so hard to roll your eyes and just walked off before he could tell you anything else.

Robotnik just laughed, wiping a tear off as he expecting to see you there but he didn't? How strange, you were acting off today. It made him frown, but he tried not to think to much about it. But he felt almost sad that you were off today, but he wasn't suppose to care about you right?

As you were working on his paperwork and calling people to set his appointments for work. You were upset like really upset. You didn't know how much longer you can take this job, you were actually thinking of quitting for reals this time. As you got the phone calls done you focus on the paper work.

The Doctor was getting bored while he was working, he wanted to see what were you up. As he walked to the other room to where you were. He saw you working, prefect!! He wanted to to tease you a bit. Now I know what your thinking he's teasing you just to be mean. But that's not the case, he's very aware of his feelings towards you and he had to look up "how to get your crush to notice you" or stuff like like. So Robotnik found out that if a guy is mean to a girl that means they like her. But that's something little kids would say.

You were finally done, ready to get up and tell your boss you were done. Getting up you jumped slightly he was in the room. "Oh there you are sir!" You said, walking up to him with the paperwork in your hands ready to hand to him.

But he just gave you a grin. "So Agent L/N... how's the weather down there?" Laughing to himself, he expected you to laugh along with him but when you didn't he just walked around you.

You just looked at him, you really wanted to say something but couldn't he was your boss after all.

When he walked around you. "Hmm, I can see what your height and intelligence have in common." He said, and he was standing behind you. And leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Both are very low."

You just stood there, that's it! You've had it! Quickly you turn around to face him. Your cheeks red, boy you were angry. "That's it! I've had enough with fucking bullcrap! I've had enough of you!" You began saying, and you just threw the paperwork in his chest. "I'm done with this I QUIT." You yelled out the last part, and just strom off.

Robotnik looked at you, he was shocked. No one has ever spoken to him like that. Especially you. He dropped the paper work he realized what he did and went running after you. And when he caught up he grabbed you by the arm.

As you were walking away tears were steaming down your cheeks. Until someone grabbed you. Seeing that it was Robotnik you snatched your arm away, wiping the tears away. "Fuck off." You say before turning away.

Robotnik felt guilty, especially seeing you cry. He wasn't thinking about his actions, then all of the sudden he hugged you. He held you close not wanting to let go. Before you could tell him to let go of you he spoke up. "Look I'm sorry about my mean comments. I'm sorry I was a jackass. I wasn't thinking about my words."

You wanted to push him away, but he was apologizing something he never did. So you just sigh and let him do his thing.

Letting go of you, he looked down. God he looked upset, you've never seen him this upset.

"Sir... it's okay, I shouldn't have over reacted." You say. "But may I ask why were you giving me rude comments."

He stayed silent for awhile until looking at you. "Because I have feelings for you Y/N." He said, using your first name. "I had to look up how to get my erhh crush to notice me. And apparently this website told me I had to be mean to you." He just looked down.

You look at him, he had a crush on you. "Oh Ivo, why didn't you just tell me from the start. And also being mean to your crush is something little kids say." You say, just taking a step towards him and giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

He looked at you, and just hugged you again. "Please don't quit..I want you by my side."

You just stood there and hugged him and patted his back. "I won't, but the rude comments have to stop."

He nodded quickly. Taking a step back from you.

You let out a sigh, smiling. Patting his back "Well don't we have a Hedgehog to catch?" You said with a smile.

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Bidders - Pregnancy Scare Head-Cannon [Fluff]

Head-cannon where the bidders and OC face a pregnancy scare.

*All happy, nothing dark or upsetting*

Cute fluff as well.

Eisuke:

You held your lower stomach, your cramps were getting worse as the days went on.

“What are you moping for now?” Eisuke muttered from his desk, not looking up from his documents.

“My cramps are bad, my boobs are sore and my back hurts,” You whined before adjusting yourself on the sofa unable to get comfortable. You sighed angrily and stood up to see Eisuke staring at you.

“What?” You asked, to no reply.

“Eisuke what?” You said again, walking towards his desk. He had just gone to say something when the doors burst open.

“Boss, we got a problem,” Soryu came bursting in. Eisuke stood straight up, great he took interest in that but no you and your whiney issues. Eisuke looked at you then Soryu.

“Go, it's fine, I’m gonna go and have a nap,” You replied. Eisuke gave your hands a squeeze before leaving with Soryu. You got your hot water bottle and filled it up before pressing it to your stomach, it felt like someone was squeezing it and tying it into knots. You only ever got stomach cramps on your period, but thinking about it you should be on now, but you wasn’t… Shit, shit you thought before running into your room. You grabbed your box where you kept your pills and scanned over them; you hadn’t missed a single one! You checked your calendar on your phone, you were a week late, oh shit.

When Eisuke returned home that night he was concerned seeing you was still up.

“(Y/N)?” He asked, entering your room and seeing you sat on the floor against your bed, slight tears in your eyes. You had debated for hours whether to tell him and the conflicting thoughts sent you down a spiral of negative thoughts.

“(Y/N) what's wrong? Did someone hurt you?” He asked, rushing to your side and gently holding your face. You shook your head before taking a deep breath.

“I’m late,” You whispered. He looked confused.

“I know you are, your normally asleep by now” He responded. God damn for a billionaire sometimes he had no common sense.

“Eisuke, I’m late,” You retried, emphasising late and it finally clicked.

“Ohmygod, do you? Do you think you're pregnant?” He asked, one hand reaching down to hold your stomach.

“I… I don’t know, I’ve taken my pill everyday but I mean it’s not 100% effective,” You say with a sigh. You loved Eisuke but being pregnant wasn’t a great time, you were getting married in 6 months, you didn’t want to walk down the aisle heavily pregnant in front of your family and Eisukes business partners.

“Are you not happy,” He said, keeping his hand on your stomach and looking up into your eyes. His gaze melt your heart and anxiety melt away, did he want to start a family? “Eisuke, I cant wait to have children with you, many hopefully, but I don’t want to be pregnant at our wedding, could you imagine what people would say about me…” You whisper. He pulled you in tightly into his chest and held you.

“I love you and that's all that matters, if we are pregnant we’ll move the wedding forward, hell I’ll marry you tomorrow night,” He said pressing kisses against your hair and you immediately relax into his arms. Hearing the words ‘we’ showed you that you was in this together and that was all you needed.

“Besides, it would show everyone even more than your mine,” He said, you knew there was a smirk on his face, causing you to chuckle. He somehow managed to wipe all your fears away and make you feel safe.

He had booked for you to see his good friend Luke who was a doctor first thing in the morning, cancelling all his appointments to be with you.

“I’m really sorry, but you are just late, you're not pregnant,” Luke says and you feel Eisuke hand tighten over yours. You wasn’t sad, there was nothing there to be sad over, it was just a scare.

“Are you under any stress?” Luke asks, going over his forms.

“I mean we’re planning the wedding, I’ve been helping Eisuke with some work as well, um I mainly think its the wedding,” You respond.

“You're stressed about the wedding, why didn’t you say anything?” Eisuke said, turning to you.

“Its… It’s just that it’s changed so much, I know you are who you are which is why we need the big event, but it’s like numbers have doubling all the time, we’ve invited so many people, I don’t even know who most are them are thats all, it’s fine though, honestly,” You say with a smile and squeeze his hand.

“But everything's good right, this is like normal?” You ask, turning to Luke.

“Yes, everythings in perfect order, you just need to focus less on stressing yourself out and your body will sort its self out,” Luke responded, Eisuke was silent. The only words he spoke was to thank Luke for his time.

“Eisuke, talk to me, I know you're disappointed but we have our future to create the most beautiful children,” You say as you step out onto the street.

“Why didn’t you tell me the wedding was stressing you out…” He asks, turning to you. You sighed a little.

“It’s just, it feels like it's becoming less about us and more about ‘Mr.Ichinomiya finally settling down’, you know I love you and respect your work but it’s feeling more like an event than our wedding, please don’t be mad at me I know how expensive this has all been,” You finally let out, not able to look at him.

“I’m not mad at you! I’m upset you never told me, your about to become my wife, you was more worried about upsetting me than what you wanted, your the most kindest and perfect woman, I hope you know that,” He said, pressing a kiss to your wrists and making you sob a little at his words. It wasn’t often that Eisuke shared his feelings so when did he always made you emotional.

“Let's keep the big wedding event, but let's get married, just us and those close to us, or whatever you want, we will do whatever makes you happy,” He said softly, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“You’d do that for me?” You manage through light tears.

“I’d do anything for you, besides the faster we’re married the faster we can get trying for our family,” He says with his trademark smirk. That smirk that made you fall in love with him.

“I think we might be good at the whole trying to make a baby,” You giggle as he wraps his arms around you.

“Oh trust me we’re going to be practising everyday before were married and everyday afterwards,” He smirked, placing a small kiss on your lips.

Soryu:

“(Y/N) are you okay?” Soryu asks with a concerned tone as he knocks on the bathroom door. You froze in fear, you didn’t expect him to be home, he had literally left for work.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” You managed, you had been throwing up for the past couple of mornings whilst Soryu had been at work. You had been sitting on the sofa with Eisuke before you felt a wave of nausea fall over you and you bolted for your bathroom and emptied your stomach. This ended up happening for more than a week, you had made the bidders swear they wouldn’t tell Soryu out of fear how he would react. He was extremely protective and would make a bigger deal out of it then it was. You were already anxious of it and didn’t need the added stress on top of it. You had been researching it and the first thing that appeared was ‘pregnancy’ and it almost sent you into overdrive. You were on the pill, you couldn’t be pregnant, you took it everyday exactly at the right time!

“(Y/N), please let me in,” He said, his voice filled with worry. You knew if you didn’t let him in, he would get the spare key from Eisuke or maintenance, so it was easier to just let him in now.

“I’m fine really its ju-,” You said opening the door before the nausea hit again and you flung yourself quickly over the toilet, spewing your guts up.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Soryu calmly reassured you, rubbing your back gently.

“Ugh god I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this,” You whined, standing up and washing your face.

“So how long has been this been happening, truthfully,” He asks, gently holding your shoulders.

“Just over a week,” You say, refusing to look at him. He gently took your face into his hands and looks at you.

“Do you-” He starts, you knew exactly what he was going to say.

“I don't know,” You interrupted him. You couldn’t help but shake a little, you were scared what if it was true? How would Soryu react? Would he stay with you? You loved him deeply and you knew he loved you back but in all honesty you didn’t know how he would react with a baby involved, you weren't married or even engaged. What if he didn’t want to be with you anymore? You didn’t know if you even wanted a baby yet, your writing career had finally taken off and a baby, you’d lose all you'd worked for.

“(Y/N), breath, breath!” Soryu said, his face pressed against your as he gripped your shoulders. Lost in your thoughts of panic, you forgot to breathe and caused Soryu to panic.

“Soryu, I, I’m scared,” You finally said after a moment of silence, your eyes filled with tears. He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you.

“Hey, hey come, don’t get yourself worked up, we’ll… we’ll get a test and go from there,” He reassures you, stroking your hair as you gently cry into his chest. You would love to carry and bear Soryu’s children, but not right now, there's too much going on in both of your lives to have time for a child. You take a deep breath and go into one of your wardrobe draws, you reach into the back and pull out a small box.

“I always keep one, incase of an emergency,” You say with a swallow, showing Soryu the pregnancy test who looked just as frightened as you felt.

“Okay, I don't know how they work, what do we do?” He asks as he scratches the back of his neck.

“I, I have to pee on it,” You say, your cheeks flushing and Soryu chuckles slightly, the first time you’d seen him smile through this whole situation.

“Okay, you do that, I’ll wait here and we see the results together?” He responds and cups his hands over yours. You nod slowly before heading into the bathroom. Okay, here we go you think before holding the stick between your legs. A minute later you emerge from the bathroom.

“It needs three minutes before we know,” You say, too anxious to sit and you pace in front of the bed.

“I want you to know, whatever happens I am here with you, you are not alone,” He says, taking your hands and pressing a gentle kiss to them.

“Soryu, I, I love you so much, but I’m only 22, my careers it's only just starting I-... I’m not ready to be a mom,” You manage before collapsing against the wall, tears streaming down your face. Soryu leans down and comforts you.

“Whatever happens we're in this together, I love you so much, just calm down and we see what it says first,” His voice was calm and he stroked his thumbs over yours. He helped you to regulate your breathing before the timer went off on your phone. You both looked at each other and you took a deep breath before stepping into the bathroom.

“Its… It’s negative,” You say with a heavy sigh of relief, you even felt Soryu let out a sigh behind you.

“We have our whole lives ahead of us to worry about making and having babies, it’s okay you don’t want children now, I don't think it's wise with how hot everything at the Ice Dragons is, I couldn’t risk anything happening to you or our family,” He says, holding you tight and placing a kiss to your forehead. His reassuring words made you feel better, you were beyond worried he would be angry at you for not wanting children yet but it was fairly obvious he felt the same that it wasn’t the time.

“One day you’ll be called Mrs. Oh, we’ll have our own house, you’ll have a successful writing career and I’ll hopefully be out of the mafia business and two beautiful children, maybe a boy and a girl and it will be the right time,” He says as he holds you tight, his words melting your heart.

“You seem to have everything planned out,” You giggle, turning to face him giving him a smile.

“I see my future everyday when I look into your eyes,” He softly replied, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

Soryu made you go to the doctors the following day to find out what was happening, it turned out you were having a reaction to some new products that had been brought in the penthouse shopping. All your anxiety faded away about your little scare, you knew whatever happened in the future you were safe and loved with Soryu.

Mamoru: “But we’ve used protection, you’ve been taking your pill right kid?” Mamoru asked, he was pacing up down the living room of the penthouse.

“No, no I though one day, fuck it lets get pregnant for laughs and stopped taking it,” You hissed with sarcasm. You leaned over the sofa and took a cigarette placing it in your mouth. Mamoru watched you and pounced on you knocking it out of your mouth.

“You can’t smoke if you're pregnant!” He yelled.

“Who’s pregnant?” Eisuke asked, him and the other bidders came into the room after hearing the yelling. Their eyes settled on you.

“Ohmygod, I’m going to be an uncle!” Baba yelled with excitement. This is exactly what you didn’t want.

“I’m not pregnant, I’m just late!” You yelled and stood up, storming off in anger.

You were late on your period, you had started a new contraceptive pill two months ago and hadn’t had a period since. You were fretting about it, thoughts building up, you were extremely worried how your boyfriend Mamoru would react. You spent all day deciding whether to tell him or not, but in the end you felt it was best, you were beyond anxious keeping this to yourself and needed his support. But his reaction wasn’t what you expected.

“Come on kid don’t be silly,” Was his response. Come on kid, rang through your ears. Kid? You might be pregnant and he’s calling you kid.

“Mamoru this is serious! I’m late,” You managed but the detective walked out of your bedroom. You followed him, how was not he responding to you.

“Mamoru?” You cried.

“Look it's just a shock kid, I didn’t expect this when I come home from work,” He mumbled.

“And how do you think I feel? I’m petrified, I have no idea what is happening and I’m scared, you're not exactly helping,” You argued back, sitting on the sofa. That was when he then made his statement about ensuring you took your pill.

You slid down your bedroom, pushing your hands against your head and finally the tears began to stream down your face. You were frightened, scared and in all honesty felt alone. Remembering when you had been to the doctors to change your pill he gave you a number to ring if you had any questions or queries, it was only 6 o’clock at night, it wouldn’t hurt to ring. You locked the bedroom door, you didn’t want to see Mamoru's face right now.

“Hello?” A voice said as the phone picked up.

“Doctor Foster? Hi, its Eisuke’s friend (Y/N), I seen you two months ago about changing my pill?” You blurted out. You idiot, you thought, just hi its (Y/N) was all you needed to say.

“Ah yes, I remember, what can I help you with?”.

“I just wanted to ask, since I’ve started it I’ve not a period, this is the second one I’ve actually missed and I guess I’m just concerned,”.

There was a silence, oh god.

“Yeah, your taking (Made up pill name) right? That’s completely normal, the actual pill stops your periods so you won’t get them full stop, I thought you had been made clear of that?”. You let out a heavy sigh of relief.

“No… no this is the first I’ve heard of it but thats really reassuring, thank you, thank you so much, I feel like a right tit now, I’m so sorry for disturbing you,”.

“It’s fine, I’d rather you ring me then worry that pretty head of yours,”.

“Thanks Doctor Foster,”. You click end on the call and fall backwards onto the bed, you feel a ton of weight being lifted. You loved Mamoru, but neither one of you were ready to be parents yet, he was inline for a really big promotion at work and would mean more time away. How could you raise a child together if he was hardly here? You both had never spoke about the future and your plans, you just knew you were in love and enjoying every moment together.

“(Y/N)?” Mamoru said quietly and tried to open the door but not realising it was locked and walked straight into it. You burst into fits of giggles and unlocked the door. Mamoru stood here, before pressing his hands to your stomach and dropping to your knees.

“Mamoru-” You started but was cut off.

“I’m with you every step, we’ll get it all booked and sorted at the doctors, we’ll do this properly. We’ll get married as well, as soon as possible, I’ll find a different job, a better paying one where I can be here more for you and the baby. I am here for every step, your not alone, you don’t need to be scared because you have me,” He says and presses a small kiss to your stomach, it was all too much and you begin to cry.

“I’m not late, I just rang Doctor Foster, it's the actual part of the pill, I won’t have periods anymore,” You respond before turning your back and walking back into the room.

“Mamoru your the kindest, sweetest man, and I’m so grateful for everything you said but I don’t want you to marry me because we got into a situation, I want you to be with me and marry me because you love me,” You say with tears running down your face. His lack of response worried you and you turned around. There he was in front of you on one knee with a ring.

“I want to marry you, I want to spend everyday with you for the rest of my life, I want to look forward to creating a family with you, (Y/N) I love you, will you marry me?” He says, taking your left hand. You found it hard to breath.

“You really want to get married?” You manage it, coming out with a whisper.

“Of course I do darlin, I’ve wanted to ask you this since we first met,” He responds, gently squeezing your hand.

“Yes, ohmygod yes,” You cry with words and physically. Mamoru smiled and placed the ring on your finger before picking you up in his arms and twirling around.

“I love you sweetheart, so much, I can’t wait for our future to begin our family,” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips.

Baba:

“It split,”.

“Baba what do you mean it split,”.

“Like it’s split look,” Your fiancee said, rolling off the condom and waving it in your face.

“Mitsu! Please be serious for a minute, it split now or when you know inside,” You said with a blush on your cheeks. Mitsunari chuckled slightly, how was he not taking this serious.

“Princess I’m not sure, I mean it looks like everything is in there,” He said, holding it up to the light and tilting his head.

“Stop! That's seriously gross,” You gagged slightly turning your head, you couldn’t watch it.

“Baba, you know I stopped taking the pill, this is serious, we can’t just treat this casually,” You add.

“Clearly we fuck too rough to be using these,” He says back with a slightly grin of proudness on his lips. He was seriously infuriating at times, how was he so calm over this.

“Hey come on, it’s fine, whatever happens you know we will get through this together, come on just don’t overthink it,” He said, giving you a gentle kiss.

Don't overthink it. Possibly the worst thing he could have said to you, you were a nightmare for over thinking. It was roughly 8 weeks later and you had completely forgotten all about your ripped accident until it was 3 days into your period and you were late. You’d been throwing up the last few mornings like clockwork, it was becoming a worrying thing for you.

“Princess, are you okay?” Baba asked, getting out of bed to come to your side.

“Don't touch me, please I feel disgusting,” You pleaded and he respected your distance going to the kitchen to get you some water. Whilst you were busy throwing up, Baba was chatting with the other bidders about your state.

“I just, I don’t know what's wrong, she's throwing up,” Baba said.

“Well, is she late?” Ota asked. Baba looked at him hugely confused.

“She’s in the bathroom, I don’t think she’s going anywhere” He chuckled. The other bidders swapped a concerned exchange.

“No you idiot, is she, you late, late,” Mamoru said. Baba looked at the bidders before his pupils dilated as the realisation kicked in.

“I mean there was an incident a few weeks ago when the condom split, I don’t know if it happened when pulling out or not,” He said so casually, the other bidders making noises in disgust at his comment.

“I think you should take her to Luke, get a check up, you might become a dad old man,” Eisuke smirked.

“I did read in my horoscope, there would be big changes coming my way soon, may this is it?” He said a twinkle in his eye.

You were furious he had told the bidders about what happened, you were stressed enough about the situation, you didn’t need them adding to it.

“I just you know, it kinda slipped it out, anyway it’s nice for them to know they all be uncles!” Baba said cheerfully in the waiting room to see Luke Foster.

“Hunny, I know but don’t you think it’s kinda private right now like we don’t know what’s happening, I just don’t need the pressure of this on top of everything,” You say and squeeze his hand.

“I’m just excited you know, there might be a baby in you,” He says with a grin.

You knew how much he wanted to be a dad and that was no issue but it was only a few weeks ago he was on a mission that went wrong and was almost caught. If it wasn’t for Mamoru, he would definitely be in jail and it frightened you. What would happen if you was pregnant and he got caught on a mission, leaving you and the baby alone? It petrified you to your core.

“Mitsu, (Y/N), come in,” Foster said with a smile and the two of you went into his office. Luke took some bloods and was going to examine you cervix, Baba holding your hand through every step.

“Right, Miss (Y/N) you’ve recently started taking Zeno (made up drug) is that correct?” He asked, Baba looked at you confused and you bit your lip nodding.

“Zeno? What’s Zeno?” Baba asked looking at you confused.

“It’s a blood pressure drug, it lowers the blood pressure, your fiancée has been experiencing high blood pressure due to her contraceptive pill, that’s why she was taken off it,” Foster says, examining your notes.

“You said it was because you didn’t want to take it anymore,” Baba said stroking your face.

“I didn’t want to tell you, I knew you’d worry,” You giving him a sweet smile.

“That will explain the vomiting, it takes roughly 8 weeks to enter your system properly hence the vomiting and your period will be also be due to your blood pressure, it won’t be regular for a few more weeks as your body adjusts to the medication, just give it time and it will settle,” Luke adds, he turned to type on his screen.

“So, so she’s not pregnant?” Mitsunari asked, you could hear the loss of hope in his voice.

“Unfortunately not and I don’t recommend getting pregnant at this time, it won’t do you any good Miss (Y/N), I say give it 6 months let your body regulate and then try but everything’s in perfect condition there’s no signs of concern,” Luke finished.

You looked at Baba, you knew he was so excited.

“Come on, it’s all good, we have the wedding soon and then we can start officially trying,” You say wrapping your arms around him in the elevator.

“I just, I’m scared, what if it takes years to get you pregnant and then I’ll be old, I don’t want to be at risk of not being able to give you a family,” He says, you could tears in his voice.

“Mitsunari! You can run laps around those other bidders! And we try, and try, we try properly none of this splitting protection, we try all day everyday if we have too, I know you won’t complain! And if it doesn’t happen then we look into other options but that’s not for years from now, let’s just focus on the wedding and like Foster said in 6 months we can start trying to create additions for our family,” You say sweetly, pressing your chest against his back and holding him tightly. He turns and wraps his arms around you.

“How did I get so lucky to find the most perfect woman in the world?” He chuckles, placing a kiss to your hair.

Ota:

“Don’t call me Koro!” You snapped angrily at Ota. He had gotten on your last nerve and you couldn’t help but tell aggressively at him. Your mood swings off lately had become unpredictable and the littlest of things were setting you off. You stormed out the room.

“Jesus, what did you do Ota?” Soryu asked, looking up from the document he was reading.

“Who knows, it’s that time of month, she’s just constantly flipping and changing her moods,” Ota mumbled, he knew better than to follow you and anger you more, instead he’d let you calm down.

You had just gotten out the shower and pulled on your pyjamas when Ota came waltzing in.

“You’ve really upset your master today, you need to make it up to him,” He smirks and nods down guesting for you to please him with your mouth.

“Not happening,” You snapped ignoring him, you wasn’t talking to him. He had done nothing wrong, you was just pissed off.

“Koro are you ignoring your masters commands,” He growls and stalks over to you, before assaulting your neck with kisses.

“Ota stop it! I am not in the mood!” You yelled and pushed him back off you. You turned and broke down into tears, Ota quickly scooping you into his arms and allowing you to be embraced by him.

“Hey, it’s okays what’s up? I’m sorry I know it’s that time and your confidence drops but I still love you and think you are just as sexy as any other day,” He silently whispers as he strokes your hair.

“But I’m not on, I-I’m late,” You sobbed, finally revealing to him the cause of your constant mood flips.

“Y-your late? As in late? As in how late?” He quickly asks, holding you tight.

“A couple of days, I don't understand we’ve been using protection,”. You hear Ota gulp slightly.

“Ota? You have been wearing protection right…?” You ask, looking up to his face which was flustered.

“Well, there… there was one time, we didn’t,”.

“You what!”.

“It was that night you came to the studio and we had did it in the cupboard, I didn’t have anything on me and everything moved so fast!” He said and you felt your heart racing.

“Ota! Why didn’t you tell me!” You cried.

“You can’t just do that expect everything to be fine!”.

“I-I pulled out, I swear! Would a baby really be so bad?” He asked.

“Be so bad? Ota, we’re kids, we share a room in Eisukes penthouse, could you imagine bringing a child here,” You said to him.

“I think bringing a baby to a couple who love each other isn't all bad…”He mumbles and brushes your hair out of your face. You can’t help but smile at him, he was love of your life.

“And if you know, this turns out to be something more than just being late then we deal with it one step at a time,”.

“For someone so young, you're so sensible at times,” You say and press a kiss to his lips.

Ota had a gallery exhibition the next day which would run for a few nights. You agreed to wait until he was finished and if you were still late you’d take a test. On the final day of his exhibition you woke up, your stomach in knots. You looked down and saw blood staining your pyjamas and bed sheets, oh thank god. You rushed to the bathroom, you finally got your period.

“Ota?”

“Koro, I’m a little busy sweetie is everything okay?”.

“I got my period,”.

“You did?”.

“Yeah,”.

“Thats… thats good, I need to go. I'll see you when I’m home,” and with that he put the phone down. You could hear the disappointment slightly in his voice. You loved him, you really did but you knew deep down it wasn’t time for you to start a family. You waited anxiously for him to come home.

“Koro?” He said quietly as he crept into the bedroom, it was not long after minute.

“Hey, your home, I thought you’d be earlier than this…” You respond, sitting up in bed. Ota sat at the end next to your feet.

“Ota, I know you think a baby would be great, and it will be but right now it’s not right, we couldn’t bring a baby into Eisukes home, he can barely cope with Baba and you!” You say and he chuckles softly.

“I love you, I really do, I’m just so excited for our future and I kinda skipped ahead. I want to enjoy you all to myself Koro before we have a family, which is why…” He says, crawling up to you and place some documents in your hand. You scan over them.

“Apartment listings…?” You say.

“I want us to live together in Koro, have our own space,”.

“Oh Ota, I- of course oh this is so exciting,” You squeal with excitement. He leans over you and presses a kiss to you.

“I’m so excited to start our future together,”.

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What do you usually order from Subway/Togo’s/another sandwich place? Wheat bread, turkey, salami, Monterrey Jack cheese, mayo, pickles, and olive oil and vinegar or some kind of sandwich spread.

Have you ever talked about your period with a guy? Were they okay with it, or grossed out? No. I never felt comfortable talking about that with anyone, really, but definitely not a guy. I just always kept that to myself, I didn’t feel the need to discuss it with anyone.

Have you ever been to small/church/bible group/study (forced to or wanted to)? I’ve been to church and I’ve participated in several Bible studies the past year and have done so by choice. I went to church as a kid sometimes with my grandparents, which wasn’t really my choice at the time.

In-N-Out, ever been there? If not, what’s a good burger place around your town? Yeah, numerous times. Would I be a true Californian if I didn’t? ha. Honestly, though, I don’t think it’s that great or what it’s hyped up to be. When we got a Five Guys several years ago, which was a east coast thing, I remember thinking it was way better.

How many people do you know with the name Ashley/Ashlee? I don’t know any currently.

Have you ever been to an asian (any type) market? If so, what is the closest one to you? Yeah, a few.

What would you do if the person you have feelings for showed up at your door? I don’t have romantic feelings for anyone.

How long does it typically take you to get over people? It always took me a long time.

What did your last text message say? “Yes.”

How many people have texted you today? Did you reply to all of them? No one has texted me so far.

When was the last time you drank something with alcohol? 8 years ago on my birthday.

Have you ever slept with a member of the opposite sex without having sex? I’ve never slept with a member of the opposite sex, period.

Will you talk to the person you like tonight? There’s no such person.

How would you feel if your significant other had tattoos? I don’t think I’d mind. Although, I personally don’t really like a body full of tatts and I really don’t care for face tatts. That’s just my personal preference.

Do you actually eat breakfast lunch and dinner everyday? No, not all 3. There’s a lot of days I just have dinner and my late night bowl of ramen I have every night. Somedays I have lunch. I rarely have breakfast, but I do eat breakfast food a lot.

Is there something else you should be doing? I should be trying to go to sleep.

Was your last text message from someone of the opposite sex? No.

If you could have a free plane ticket to anywhere, where would you choose to go? I’d have to really think about that, there’s so many places I’d love to visit given the chance. Not in these current times given the pandemic, but ya know.

Have you felt ill at all in the past week? Yes.

What’s the approximate total cost of the clothes you’re wearing? Maybe $40.

Where was the last place on your body that you felt physical pain? My back.

Has someone of the opposite sex made you smile recently? My brother brought me a Starbucks yesterday, which made me smile.

Can your significant other/crush sing? I don’t have either of those

What do you want/need right now? I need to sleep.

How much does the last person you texted really know about you? She knows a lot about me.

Who was the last person you apologized to? What did you apologize for? I apologized just a bit ago when calling to cancel my doctor appointment.

What are the initials of the person you have feelings for? Sigh.

Did you straighten your hair today? No. I haven’t straightened my hair in years.

Is it okay to like someone else, if you already have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Uh, not to me it isn’t.

Would you spend the night in a haunted house? No.

Look in a mirror. Are you 100% happy with what you see? Why/why not? Umm, how about no.

Will tomorrow be better than today? I haven’t done much today so far, it’s only 7:37AM.

What are you listening to right now? An ASMR video of course.

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? The receptionist at my doctor’s office.

Do you look your age? I think I look younger.

Last person you texted? My mom.

What color is your hair? Naturally it’s dark brown, but I dye it red. Have you ever gone out of your way to make someone happy? Yes.

Does it bother you when people respond with one word texts? Not unless I feel like there's a reason for the conversation to continue. <<< Yeah, if we’re having a conversation it makes it difficult. Or if I’ve said something I feel warrants more of a response. Sometimes one word is all that’s needed.

Could you cry right now? I’d rather not.

How late did you stay up last night and why? I think I fell asleep a little after 5AM.

Does it take a lot to make you cry? No. Somedays I’m already on the verge of tears so it takes very little.

Has anyone made you upset lately? Yes.

When was the last time you completely broke down? About a week ago.

If you were given the chance to go to Paris, would you go? Not currently, but in better circumstances yes absolutely.

Are there certain things that can’t be joked about with you? Certain things, yeah.

Have you ever been dumped? Yes.

Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? I’d like to experience a serious relationship.

How have you been feeling today? Mehhh.

Do you chew your pens? No.

Is there anything you DIDN’T like about today? Like I’ve said, it’s still really early and nothing has happened so far.

Where’s your phone right now? Near me on my bed.

Is there a certain person that makes you feel safe? My family does.

Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with? No. It was the receptionist at my doctor’s office who I don’t even know, but he seemed nice.

What is the stupidest thing you’ve heard somebody say recently? Uhhh.

What is your favorite slang word for penis? I don’t have a favorite slang word for penis...

If you found a full tube of lipgloss on the ground, would you pick it up and keep it or would you throw it away? Ew, I definitely wouldn’t keep it. I don’t want some random and used lipgloss that’s gross. I wouldn’t do anything with it, I’d just keep going.

Do you ever listen to music to fall asleep to? No, I listen to ASMR.

If your parents.. or anybody else.. found your cell phone, would they be horrified at any of the messages in our inbox/outbox? No. Majority of the messages are from them anyway. The others are from my brother and my Nana lol.

Do you get offended if someone repeatedly checks their mobile phone when you’re out for lunch or dinner? It gets annoying when you’re trying to talk to them and they’re clearly distracted and not paying attention.

When you drink alcohol with friends, do you play drinking games? We did sometimes.

If you were a waiter/waitress, would you make good tips? I don’t know?

Forget about toppings. What type of CRUST do you like on pizzas? I like pan or high rise.

Would you prefer an ice cream sundae or an ice cream cone? Ice cream sundae. I take too long to finish stuff and ice cream cones get too messy.

What are the best kind of Girl Scout cookies? Thin Mints are the top fave, but I like the others as well except for the coconut ones.

Have you ever had an allergic reaction to a certain medication? No.

Puff, puff…do you need an inhaler to survive? No.

What’s your favorite kind of pasta? Spaghetti or pesto pasta.

Do you watch independent films? Yeah, some. If a movie looks interesting then I’ll likely check it out.

Do you constantly doubt yourself? I completely doubt myself.

Have you ever played computer solitaire for hours on end? I probably did when I was a kid. Back when that and messing around on Paint was pretty all there was to do haha.

Are you scared of roller coasters because of Final Destination 3? I was scared before then.

If you were digging and found buried treasure, would you tell anyone? I’d tell my family and then figure out what to do.

Do you still whip out the Nintendo on random occasions? The only Nintendo I have is an Nintendo Switch.

Have you ever seen anyone fall down an escalator? Funny or scary? Nooo, omg. That wouldn’t be funny at all.

Do you think wearing jeans to work is unprofessional? No, not necessarily. Depends on the job, of course.

Are you uneasy about eating from a buffet? Yeah, I don’t like buffets.

Can you honestly tell the difference between DiGiorno and delivery pizza? Definitely. My favorite pizza is from this local pizza place, but DiGiorno isn’t bad.

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