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feverishly-kpop · 2 days
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Ateez - Flu - Part 6
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It was noon by the time Seonghwa returned with Yunho in tow. Hongjoong popped his head out of his bedroom, dismayed to find his dongsaeng still flushed with fever but took solace in the fact that the glaze in his eyes had lightened up since the prior day.
“He’s doing a lot better, Joong” Seonghwa reassured upon noticing the concern on Hongjoong’s face as Hongjoong joined him in the living room. “His temperature is down and he has some meds to keep it that way, but they said the fever won’t break for another few days. The meds have been knocking him out straight away though so that’s something.”
Yunho groaned at the reminder, the fever taking its toll on him and his brain feeling scrambled and groggy from his medication.
“I’ll put him to bed” Seonghwa said as he wrapped an arm around Yunho’s shoulder. “Can you grab him a bottle of water?”
Hongjoong made it to the kitchen before his vision blurred, a reminder of the illness that was setting in with no regard for the fact he had sick kids to take care of. He took a few moments to collect himself, letting the dizzy spell pass for the time being.
Once Yunho was settled in Seonghwa and Hongjoong collapsed on the couch, both clearly exhausted.
“Did you sleep last night?” Hongjoong broke the silence, already knowing the answer.
Seonghwa shook his head as he rubbed his eyes harshly. “His nurse wanted me to go home for the night but I didn’t want him to wake up alone.” Hongjoong nodded in understanding at that. He would have done the same thing. “I tried to sleep in the chair but I couldn’t get comfortable. How about you? How are Mingi and Wooyoung doing?”
Hongjoong sighed before responding. “Mingi is Mingi. He wants nothing to do with anybody right now. I’ve been forcing tablets and water into him. He’s not very happy with me right now. And Wooyoung…” his voice trailed off for a moment before continuing. “I tried to get him to sleep in San’s bed and have San stay with Yeo and Jongho but he ended up in bed with me.”
Seonghwa glared at him with disapproval. Hongjoong knew that Seonghwa was concerned about him coming down with the flu too, but Seonghwa also had no idea that that ship had already sailed.
“Don’t look at me that way, Hwa. Please.” Hongjoong said defensively. “It was either that or stay up with him all night while he cried. This flu is no joke.”
Seonghwa rolled his eyes, the tension in the room building by the moment. “Yeah, I’m fully aware, believe it or not, after spending the night in the fucking hospital with Yunho teetering on the edge of what could have been a dangerous fever. But thank you for the reminder.”
Even in his current state Hongjoong could sense that this interaction was devolving into something that he didn’t have the capacity to deal with at the moment. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You need to get some sleep now though.”
“Shit…no, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to pick a fight…I’m just…yeah I need sleep” Seonghwa quickly agreed. “Please wake me up if you need me though” he added as he trudged off to bed.
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The sound of the front door opening startled San awake. Seonghwa had his hands full with Yunho and didn’t even seem to notice San, who had taken up residence on the couch.
Wooyoung had kept San and Hongjoong up for the better part of the night and into the early hours of the morning as his fever spiked and the body aches set in. Hongjoong had finally gotten him settled into San’s bed, hoping that keeping Yunho and Wooyoung together and Mingi isolated in his own room would prevent further spread but, by the time Hongjoong carried Wooyoung off to his shared room with Seonghwa, San wasn’t sure where he should sleep. His own room was out of the question, his bedding damp from Wooyoung’s sweat and tears, and he wasn’t sure when Yunho would be coming home and in need of his own bed.
He briefly considered Wooyoung’s bed before pausing. Yeosang and Jongho were the only members that hadn’t been exposed to the flu yet and San had spent the day with Wooyoung. Not wanting to risk it, San made his way to the couch before collapsing into a deep sleep.
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San quickly sat up and vacated the couch, his mind still hazy with sleep, catching Seonghwa’s attention as he emerged from Yunho’s room.
“Hey, I’m sorry to wake you, Sannie” Seonghwa said with an exhausted smile as he closed the door behind him. “You look tired. There’s no schedules today, why don’t you get a little more sleep?”
San shrugged in response. “I was napping with Wooyoung when he woke up feeling sick so…I can help you and Hongjoong-hyung since I’ve already been exposed.” San immediately regretted mentioning that to Seonghwa as concern crossed his hyung’s face. He immediately spoke up again, hoping to put Seonghwa at ease. “I’m feeling totally fine, don’t worry!”
It seemed to be enough to placate Seonghwa for the time being. “Well please tell me if you start feeling sick, okay?” San nodded quickly in response before Seonghwa continued. “I hate to ask you, but would you mind going out to the store to get a box of popsicles? Yunho was asking for one on the way home and I gave him Yeosang’s last one yesterday but if it will keep him cool and hydrated…” The speed with which Seonghwa was speaking continued to increase until San interjected.
“What puppy wants, puppy gets” San said with a reassuring smile, grabbing his wallet and heading for the door.
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“Mingi, let me in please” Hongjoong hissed through Mingi’s door, not wanting to wake any of the sleeping members.
He was about to knock again when he felt a vibration coming from his pocket. Hongjoong rolled his eyes as he opened the text from Mingi:
“Let me sleep.”
Hongjoong was about to protest when he received a second message. A picture of an empty bottle of water with a mostly full bottle next to it.
“At least let me check your…” he was once more cut off, this time by a second picture of a thermometer reading 38.1°.
With that Hongjoong admitted defeat. “Please let me know if you need anything.” After glancing into his own room and confirming that Seonghwa and Wooyoung were still both fast asleep and wrapping an ice pack around the back of Yunho’s hand where the IV needle had been inserted in hopes that it would dull the pain that he was complaining of, Hongjoong stepped into the washroom, locking the door behind him. It took a moment of shuffling to find another thermometer in the medicine cabinet but upon locating it behind a box of bandages he popped it under his tongue. He cringed at the quick beeps that signaled a fever before he could even look at the reading. It wasn’t as if he didn’t already know that he was feverish and he was fully aware that sleeping in close proximity to his own personal little space heater, Wooyoung, hadn’t helped at all, but he hadn’t expected his temperature to be 38.5°.
A cough coming from Yunho’s room quickly drew him back to reality. Knowing it was only a matter of time until he was needed again, he quickly swallowed a few of the fever reducers that he had left on the vanity that morning and turned on the shower, opting to take a fast lukewarm shower in hopes that it would get his fever down enough to continue with his day relatively uninterrupted.
If there was anything that Hongjoong was acutely aware of, however, was that no aspect of his life was ever uninterrupted, and a quiet knock on the door reminded him that this situation was no different.
“I’m just getting out of the shower” Hongjoong responded with a sigh as he turned the water off, doing his best to hide the way his teeth were chattering.
“Hyung” the knocking continued as Yeosang’s voice called to him from the other side of the door.
“Yeosang, please give me five minutes” Hongjoong sighed, doing his best to control his temper. Of course he loved Yeosang, but knowing him he’d be asking where the cereal was or confirming tomorrow’s schedule despite Hongjoong having reviewed it twice with him the day prior.
“Hyung, it’s important…its…”
Hongjoong had had enough. Hastily wrapping a towel around his waist, he swung the door open, prepared to lay into Yeosang about respecting one another’s space and about actually listening to what other people were saying. But those thoughts melted away as he found Yeosang awkwardly holding up San as San awkwardly held up a box of popsicles.
“What puppy wants…” San started before interrupted momentarily with a cough. “…puppy gets” he finished, quickly swinging his arm around to hand Yunho’s popsicles to Hongjoong before leaning a little more heavily into Yeosang.
“Sorry, I’m just a little dizzy all of a…” but before San could finish, his eyes rolled back as the rest of his body weight sunk into Yeosang’s arms.
It took a moment for Hongjoong’s fever-addled brain to comprehend what had happened. And even when he realized that San had fainted, it still took his mind another moment to move on from the first and only thought to cross his mind:
Oh. Fuck.
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fetusgooseandjuice · 3 months
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Trust Me
Pairing(s): Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Summary: You haven’t been able to sleep in a couple weeks, and Natasha knows just the way to get you to close your eyes.
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: None? (If anyone finds any feel free to message me!)
Author’s Note: Heyy guys! I know I haven’t posted a fic in like 6 months, but I got writers block and it just never really went away. I’m not sure when I’ll post again, but I’ve had the idea for this fic for a while and I finally got the motivation to write it. It might not be that good but I hope you enjoy it at least a little! Think of it as a little Christmas gift :)
Author’s Note Pt. 2: Also, this is not proofread because I just wanted to get it posted so there might be some spelling and grammar errors!
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You heavily sighed once again for probably the fifth time in the past five minutes. It’s been a few hours since you and Natasha had called it a night, and yet here you were at nearly three in the morning still lying wide awake.
Although it’s not as if you were surprised or expecting anything else. You’d been having trouble falling asleep since the first night you and Natasha arrived in Norway.
Despite not having gotten many hours of sleep lately, for some reason you still weren’t tired and still could not fall asleep.
When your girlfriend came to you a week and a half ago and told you she had no other choice but to leave the states in order to evade the government after the whole incident between Tony and Steve, you instantly decided you’d be going with her without a second thought and left no room for her to disagree.
After all she should’ve known you’d follow her anywhere, but you guess it’s taken a toll on you.
You wanted to sleep, and yet you weren’t sure what was keeping you up. Maybe you were worried about something happening to Natasha?
‘What if she gets caught? Or what if we both somehow get hurt?’ you thought.
But you knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself and keeping you safe at the same time.
Even with the amount of times you told yourself not to worry, your mind wouldn’t listen.
You eventually sighed and turned your head to look at the redhead behind you. Her arms were wrapped tightly around you and no matter how much she shifted throughout the night, she never let you go.
The mere thought of that would be enough to bring a smile to your face if you weren’t so frustrated with yourself.
Deciding you’d had enough of laying there awake, you carefully unraveled your girlfriend’s arms from around you and slid out of bed.
You almost shivered at the cool temperature of the trailer as your bare feet touched the floor and you made your way into the kitchen.
The random plastic bags on the counter rustled as you rummaged through them in search of something to snack on, finally coming across a bottle of water and a pack of chips you’d never heard of.
As you went to open the cap of the bottle, a pair of arms slipping around your waist startled you. The yelp you let out made the person behind you chuckle, and you relaxed recognizing the sound.
“Sorry, malysh (baby).” Natasha said and you turned to look at her to see the apologetic look she had on her face.
You gave her a slight smile before shaking your head, “It’s okay. But what’re you doing up right now, Nat? You should be asleep, you need to rest.”
She dipped her head down to press multiple kisses to the skin of your neck, “I could ask you the same question because so do you.”
You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to leave the warmth of your shared bed without her noticing.
“I just couldn’t sleep.” you said, making her eyebrows furrow as you opened your water bottle and took a sip. “But I know you’re still tired so you should go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”
“No, not without you.” Natasha was quick to disagree, “What’s going on, dorogaya (darlin)? You were yawning quite a bit before we went to bed. Why can’t you sleep?” she rested her chin on your shoulder, ready to listen to what you had to say.
You sighed realizing that you were going to have to have this conversation now. Your shoulders shrugged, “I don’t know.” was all you offered.
Natasha stayed quiet, giving you the floor for when you were ready to add on. A moment later, you did.
“I haven’t really gotten any decent sleep recently, so I’m not sure why I can’t fall asleep or why I’m not tired.”
Your girlfriend pecked your shoulder blade, acknowledging that she heard you.
“How long has this been going on for?” she asked.
For a second you went quiet, not exactly wanting to answer when you remembered that now that she knew, she wasn’t going to let it go until she made it better.
“Since we left the states.” you admitted.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Once again, you shrugged your shoulders, “I didn’t want to worry you.” you said. “You already have a lot on your plate with this whole situation and I didn’t want to add more to it.”
You heard Natasha sigh and now you appreciated that fact that you weren’t standing face to face at the moment.
“I guess I’m thinking too much.” you added. “At night I finally get the time to actually think about stuff, and I worry about you and if you’re going to be okay.”
Natasha was also glad you weren’t standing face to face right now because if you were, you would’ve seen the way her lips pulled into a smile.
“Well if you’re going to worry about me then I think I have every right to worry about you.” she chuckled and you fought back a smile at it.
“I’m sorry.” you said.
She didn’t say anything for a few moments until you heard her soft voice with that hint of rasp speak up.
“Look at me, krasivyy (beautiful).”
You craned your neck to see green eyes which were filled to the brim with love and tenderness staring at you, the singular warm light above the kitchen sink allowing her to see your sad ones.
The frustration that’d been building up in you beginning to melt away ever so slightly.
“I want you to talk to me about what you’re going through.” Natasha spoke. “I don’t care about what you think I might have going on, you’re always my first priority, okay?”
You nodded as she raised a hand to caress your cheek, brushing a hair behind your ear in the process.
“I love you too much to have you worrying that pretty little head of yours all alone when I’m always right here for you.” she pressed her lips to your temple to emphasize her point. “So promise me next time you’ll tell me if somethings wrong?”
“I promise, and I love you too, Nat.”
“Good,” Natasha smiled and leaned in to connect your lips in a loving kiss, pulling away shortly after and leaning her forehead against yours. “I’m going to be okay, so there’s no need to worry. We’re both gonna be okay, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you agreed. You knew Natasha would make sure of that.
“Alright, do you think you’re ready to head back to bed?”
You weren’t sure how to answer that. Even though you were relieved Natasha knew now and you talked about it, you still weren’t even close to being able to go to sleep.
“No,” you spoke quietly. “I’m still not really tired, and I honestly don’t know if I will be until this all blows over.”
Natasha went silent for a few moments, thinking. She turned you around to face her and moved your arms to wrap around her shoulders.
“Nat, what are you—”
“Shhh,” she interrupted your sentence, “Just trust me.”
So you did.
Her arms snaked back around your waist and pulled you into her. You weren’t exactly sure what she was doing until she began swaying with you from one side to the other.
You’d danced together before, but at Tony’s many parties. Not when you were trying to make yourself fall asleep.
“Nat, I don’t think—”
“You’re supposed to be trusting me. Do you not?”
“I do, but—”
“So shhh,” she said and you couldn’t help the little giggle you let out. “You said you were thinking too much, right?”
“Yeah.” you confirmed.
“So just relax and let me do all the thinking. I don’t want you to worry about anything except trusting me.”
“Okay.” you whispered, giving in and resting your cheek on her shoulder, allowing her to move you.
A few seconds later Natasha began humming. It wasn’t a song that you knew, but you recognized it as one of the many Russian lullabies she’s hummed and sometimes sang to you before.
The way she hummed them always made you feel relaxed and peace, and this time was no different. Because soon you started to lean into her more as you became more and more weary.
Your heavy eyelids fell shut and your head found security in her neck as you cuddled closer to it, happily letting her comforting scent soothe you.
After a couple of songs, Natasha finally looked at you to find you pretty much sound asleep.
She grinned to herself and pecked your head before lifting you into her arms, making her way back to your bedroom.
“Told you to trust me.”
~ end ~
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loveinhawkins · 1 year
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Eddie stirs into semi-wakefulness at the feeling of his hand being moved—he had been tracing slow, looping spiral patterns across Steve’s palm until he simply couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. He makes a small noise of bleary confusion, and he hears Steve whisper, “Shit, sorry, go back to sleep.”
“You okay?” he just about slurs. He pries his eyes open, sees what had woken him—Steve stretching out his arm.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just.” Steve gingerly places his elbow back down on the bed. “Twinges.”
Eddie blinks away sleep, and then he sees it, right in the crook of Steve’s arm: a dark bruise. There’s a sudden prickle on the back of his neck that tells him this isn’t from an IV.
Steve floating, one leg broken. An arm beginning to twist unnaturally at the elbow—
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie says, abruptly wide awake.
“It’s fine, Eddie,” Steve rushes to reassure. “Doctors said it was like… psycho… psycho-something, ‘cause I guess the whole, um, you know, it didn’t technically happen so—”
“Well, fuck what they said,” Eddie says, “I’m literally looking at proof that something happened.”
Steve’s lips tilt upwards into something that’s almost a smile, and Eddie again feels a rush of anger on his behalf: that, when left alone, he’s just accepted whatever dismissive explanation the doctors have given because it’s easier. Even the now expected half shrug he gives seems to say, Don’t fuss.
Eddie’s fingers twitch unconsciously, brushing against Steve’s forearm; he immediately draws back, not wanting to get too close to the bruise.
“It’s okay,” Steve says. “You—you can touch it, if you want.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you, man.”
“You won’t.” Another shrug—this one has a more self-conscious air. “Might help, honestly. It’s like a… cold sorta ache.”
Eddie returns his hand to the bed. His fingers barely skim the bruise at first, but when Steve doesn’t flinch, he resumes his touch, lingers. The bruise is slightly raised in the middle, where there’s a vein, and Eddie can feel a strange chill from it; makes him think of taking the plunge at Lover’s Lake, emerging into a nightmare.
Steve relaxes by degrees, exhales slowly. “Yeah, that’s… good. You’re warm.”
Eddie yawns; the repetitive movement is starting to lull him again. “What time s’it?”
Steve winces. “Too early.”
Eddie raises his head slightly, squints at the clock. It’s just gone 3AM. “Ouch.” He settles back, catches Steve’s eye and smiles against the cushion. “Guess I’m gonna have to bore you to sleep, Harrington.”
Steve scoffs. “By talking? Think that’s impossible.”
“Well, I’ve not chosen the topic yet.”
Steve smiles, slow and sweet. There’s a pink mark on his cheek from where he’s leant more into the pillow. “You’d make it interesting.”
Eddie chuckles, feels, for just a moment, unaccountably warm. “Okay, then you talk.”
Steve snorts. “Wow. You saying I’m boring?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Eddie says, and it’s meant to come out teasing, but the early hour of the morning seems to soften it, makes it sincere. “Just meant I already know what you should talk about.”
“Oh?”
“Recite all the movie musicals you own.”
Steve laughs. “Those shitheads,” he says, so fondly. “I can’t believe they found those.”
“Sounds like there’s a story there.”
“Hmm, not really. Just some tapes left from my grandparents.” His eyes drift down for a few seconds in silent, distant melancholy, then he adds, “Both sets. Seemed like a waste to get rid of them, so I…” He sighs, laughs a little. “Starting at Family Video reminded me of them again. Me and Rob got through a few before… oh. We were gonna have a marathon at Spring break. Guess we got a little busy.”
“Sorry.”
Steve waves him off, hand barely lifting from the bed. “Don’t be. Kinda par for the course for me, at least.”
“What’s your favourite?”
“Huh?”
“Musical.”
“Oh.” Steve grins. “You gotta guess.”
“What is this, a test?”
“Yup. You get it wrong and a trap door opens underneath you.”
Eddie laughs again. “Careful, Harrington, you sound like a DM.”
“You sound like you’re avoiding taking a guess.”
“Uh, I can’t just jump in, I’ve gotta…” Eddie makes a show of leaning forward to scrutinise Steve.
“Are you analysing me? I’m not that complicated, dude.”
“…Grease,” Eddie says eventually, and Steve laughs through a yawn.
“Nope. Why’d you pick that one?”
“Mostly the hair.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Steve says, rolling his eyes; but he’s smiling, too.
“C’mon, put me out my misery.”
“The Sound of Music.” Steve’s smile turns more thoughtful. “Not even cause of the music, more—Robin put it on one night, and she started laughing, said I had my own little gang of von Trapps.”
Eddie grins. “Yeah, I can see it.”
He resumes his gentle strokes across Steve’s bruise—watches as Steve’s eyes close, feels it when his arm goes slack. He thinks that Steve has fallen asleep until the question is asked.
“Have you… done this before?” Steve opens his eyes, as if sensing Eddie’s confusion. “Like, when I was… when I wasn’t…”
It takes a couple of seconds for it to click. “Oh. Oh, yeah, I…” Eddie trails off, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “You looked, um… in pain, so I…”
It feels like a much bigger thing now that Steve is awake and looking right at him, but Eddie gathers himself, raises his hand to demonstrate.
His fingertips brush across Steve’s forehead, lightly moving stray strands of hair. Steve’s eyes close again—only momentarily, like he’s taking it all in.
“Yeah, that was… I could feel you.” There’s a sudden fragility in his eyes. “It—it helped. Thanks.”
“You don’t need to thank me.”
“No, I… seriously, it… I was trying to… remind myself what it felt like to… to feel things, you know? Like, physically, that I could—that I was still…” He drifts into a silence that Eddie doesn’t dare break before continuing. “I was talking to Nance ‘bout Christmas from a few years ago; I was wearing this stupid sweater that itched, but thank God it did. I remember holding Holly, the weight of her, just…” He draws his non-bruised arm briefly to his chest. “And…” His eyes widen in sudden realisation. “Oh, that’s right, you were—you were talking, weren’t you, while you were playing guitar?”
Eddie’s heart constricts at the reminder. “Yeah, sure was.”
“With Robin, too, right?” At Eddie’s nod, Steve begins to smile again. “Yeah, I could—I could hear you. Thought I was in Scoops at one point.”
Eddie laughs. “Yeah, me too.”
“Don’t tell Robin, but the Material Girl routine? Totally knew she could see me the whole time.”
Eddie is about to crack a joke about how the secret’s safe with him, but then he sees Steve’s smile slowly fade away.
“What is it?” he asks quietly.
Steve shakes his head—not in answer, looks more like he’s grounding himself. “Just… remembering some…” His eyes move to the door before returning to Eddie. “You said you heard my song on the radio?”
Eddie nods.
“Yeah, I—it was faint, but I could still… It’s just… wherever I was, it was just—not just dark, but there was… nothing, and I couldn’t feel or see or… and before—before you… I thought oh, this is it, this is all there’s…” Steve swallows, voice growing thick. “S’just funny what comes back to… I kept thinking, just… little things, like how I left some of the tapes a mess at work, or how I was never gonna give anyone a ride home anymore, or even just—driving with the radio full blast. Still. Now I can—well, gotta wait a little while, with the cast, but—”
“I’ll drive you,” Eddie says suddenly, and he can’t stop himself from adding, “Any time. Anywhere you wanna… just—just say when.”
Steve’s mouth parts. His hand drifts up, and he blinks, and it’s only then that Eddie notices one subtle tear clinging to his eyelashes.
The moment stretches until Eddie’s vision becomes hazy at the corners, exhaustion muffling the emotion like a blanket.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Steve says eventually.
“Good,” Eddie says, or thinks he says—his eyes have drifted shut of their own accord.
“Night, Eddie.”
“S’morning.”
“Ha. You always need the last word?”
“Mm-hmm. S’an… affliction.”
“Good morning, then.”
Eddie feels Steve’s fingers curl against his palm; sinking down into sleep, he’s too tired to figure out if Steve’s spelling anything at all—but he thinks, even if it’s a nonsense pattern, the meaning is the same.
I’m here. I’m here with you. I’m right here.
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6esiree · 5 months
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A Nightmare Come True
(Mike Schmidt x Reader)
Errr, I’ve always used Tumblr to read instead of write, but I was overcome by the fact that I want Mike Schmidt SO bad, so I made this. Pretty sure I’ll write another part soon!
Summary: Reader babysits Abby for free because she likes Mike.
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How old was I? “21,” I cringed, unable to understand how someone my age could act so spinelessly. I urgently needed the money to support myself through college and pay my rent, and yet I kept returning here every night, relishing every “I’ll pay you later—I promise,” from Mike because I just couldn’t resist the desperation in his voice.
Then there was Abby, who miraculously started eating only a few nights into babysitting her. I remember that night vividly, actually, including the harrowing nightmare she shook me awake from as she shamelessly stated, “I’m hungry,” upon opening my eyes.
I stupidly stared at Abby, asking her to repeat herself in hopes that this wasn’t just another dream. After all, I had been terrorized by several children around her age; and in my weary state, I just couldn’t comprehend her realness. When Abby specifically requested enchiladas, a food I’d told her I was great at making earlier that day, that was when I understood I had been spared from my nightmare.
That’s all I would allow myself to look back to, at least while Mike was hours away from returning home. Abby was fast asleep in her room, her door slightly ajar in case I still wanted to have that sleepover with her. I didn’t want to cross any boundaries, however, secretly fearful of losing a job I wasn’t even being paid to do.
God, did I want to join her, though. I couldn’t even rest my eyes for a few minutes without being taken back to where I last was in that nightmare. It was strange, really, because everything I’ve ever dreamt of—up until that moment—had been unique and spontaneous. So why was I being met with the same thing every time I closed my eyes?
“You just can’t sleep on the couch anymore,” I tried to rationalize with myself.
While I watched Tom & Jerry on the living room TV, which kept the house from being enveloped in complete and utter silence, I mentally debated if I should ask Mike about using his room. Obviously, I couldn’t sleep throughout the entire night, but between 12 A.M. to 6 A.M., I really needed a nap or two to keep me from knocking out completely.
As if Mike’s bed would heal me from the nightmares—it was just an excuse to get closer to him, because our relationship was unfortunately platonic. I would never be able to hold the man, but I would at least smell like him if I could nap in his bed, right? Whatever softener or detergent Mike used to do his laundry, I don’t know, but it smelled so good.
I cringed at how…desperate the thought sounded, but I was hopelessly attracted to Mike. I wasn’t planning on admitting my feelings to him anytime soon, however. The most contact he and I have ever had was purely unintentional. When he would return home from work, he’d carelessly plop himself down on the couch, oblivious of our closeness as he whisper-ranted about his new job. Meanwhile, all I could focus on was how taut his thigh was against mine.
I would’ve felt very ashamed of myself if it weren’t for Tom getting his shit rocked for the 100th time. His famous “YeeOWW!” bounced off the living room walls as he shot his own tail, Nibbles the mouse having escaped on time. I don’t know how many episodes I watched worth of this show, but it definitely occupied me long enough that when the doorknob suddenly rattled, I shot up from my spot on the couch—was someone trying to break in?
“Hey?” Mike said as he closed the door behind him, his eyebrows knitted in confusion.
I slowly settled back down, nervously chuckling as I explained he’d just caught me off guard.
“I swear it was just 3 o’clock,” I said, feeling the couch dip beside me as I reached for the remote.
As the TV screen turned pitch black, Mike exhaled deeply. Something was off, and his troubled expression only served to solidify my suspicion. I mindlessly wrung my hands as I waited for Mike to speak.
His mouth hung slightly open, and he stared at nothing in particular. Whatever Mike was preparing to tell me, I had not a damn clue, but it probably wasn’t part of our usual conversations.
I couldn’t bear the silence a moment longer.
“Are you—“
“I can’t pay you,” Mike suddenly revealed to me.
“Oh,” I said, not knowing how else to respond.
I gingerly placed my hand on his shoulder, a poor attempt to offer the man some sort of comfort. There was an indisputable tenseness in his body, and he had attempted to mask it until I did the unthinkable: I touched him. Awkwardly, I rubbed the pad of my thumb against his shoulder, hoping that the action would be somewhat soothing.
“You could stay here,” Mike hastily said, “You won’t have to worry about rent—it’s the least I can do for not paying you for babysitting Abby.”
My hand remained on his shoulder, but it was no longer moving. Had I heard him correctly? Mike, the man I have secretly been pining over, offered me a place in his home. I couldn’t just accept his offer, though. I had shame, so I had to decline…at least before eventually acquiescing, of course.
“Oh, Mike,” I shook my head, “You don’t have to pay me right now.”
Suddenly, Mike rushed towards Abby’s bedroom, albeit with a silent precision. Carefully, he shut her door, proceeding to disappear into the hallway before the kitchen. When he resumed his position beside me, he bore a hefty yellow pamphlet in his grasp. All I could do was sit in shock as I caught a glimpse of the title: FAMILY COURT MATTER.
“My fucking aunt wants me to sign over custody of Abby,” Mike stated bluntly, throwing the pamphlet down on the carpet as if it had burned his fingers, “I’m not fit to be her guardian, I know that, but I can’t—look, Jane doesn’t care about her. She only wants Abby for the money.”
The idea of moving in suddenly made sense now. A part of me felt disappointed at the revelation, but if Mike needed further help, and I could have at least one less financial burden in my life, I’d be an idiot and a horrible friend to decline his suggestion.
“I’m assuming she’s planning on visiting sometime soon?” I asked, to which he nodded in visible disappointment.
Mike didn’t say anything more after that, but I knew that his offer was still on the table. Luckily for me, there was no lease between my uncle and I, so moving out wasn’t going to be an issue, save for transporting my stuff.
“I can move in…today,” I said, feeling his eyes on me as soon as I uttered those words, “I don’t got much in terms of furniture, just my bed and a dresser, but I got clothes and some personal belongings that I could use help with bringing over.”
The troubled expression on Mike’s face had been replaced with one of gratitude, and in spite of my disappointment, I smiled. Even though I wasn’t going to be sleeping in his bed, I was still content with our new arrangement.
“You, uh, can sleep in my bed for now,” Mike said, getting up from the couch and plucking the pamphlet off the floor with a forced nonchalance, “I’m sure we’re both tired, and we’re going to need the energy to help you move out.”
“Never mind,” I thought.
I swallowed the excitement that threatened to overcome me, offering Mike a measly, “Okay,” as I fixed the pillows on the couch. While I did that, he shoved the pamphlet back in the drawer, muttering “Come on,” before leading me to his bedroom. Fortunately, Mike was too busy trying to play off his suggestion as innocent to notice my giddiness. He could have just told me to stay on the couch, but he didn’t. Maybe our relationship wasn’t as platonic as I thought it was.
That morning we slept back-to-back. I was comforted by his scent and the sound of his gentle breaths, but I was not at peace. When I thought I had been lulled into a blissful slumber, I was met with the same children who had terrorized me since I started babysitting Abby. This time around, however, I was in a forest, facing all five children alongside Mike.
“What are you doing here?”
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24 HOURS - CHAPTER 2
[Alpha!Reader X Omega!Kiba]
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Summary: Having finished your 24 hour cycle with Neji, you were feeling optimistic about this whole drug induced hallucination/trip to the future. Although if yesterday felt a bit like a rollercoaster, today felt like free falling from a plane. GN!Alpha!Reader x Multi
Warnings: Talks of murder, some nudity. Nothing worse than the show, I think. 
(Chapter 2 is finally out!! Woohoo!! Enjoy~ @omeganronpa​)
Word count: 6.4k
Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Epilogue
Unfortunately, the peaceful wake up from yesterday (did it even count as yesterday if it was an alternate timeline?) with the slow opening of eyes and returning to consciousness in a bed with the softest bedsheets you could imagine, didn’t want to make another appearance.
No, with this 24-hour cycle, the tone was set immediately when some kind of gremlin child jumped on you, crushing all the air out of your chest and abruptly rocketing you into consciousness.
You let out a little oof sound as you sat up, bedding falling around you. Automatically, you reached under your pillow for a kunai, but you were glad to find yourself empty handed when the face of a small child swam into clear view.
It took a few moments to realise what was happening, brief memories of cuddling with Neji lingering. The phrase you’d heard too many times decided to ring around your head again.
“You will have 24 hours with the seven people you could love the most and who could love you in return. Learn so that you may choose wisely.”
‘Yes, thank you, I’ve got it,’ you snapped inside your head, mentally waving the message away.
“Appa! It’s time to wake up!” the little boy on your lap demanded, little arms crossed seriously.
Belatedly, you realised there was a second child, who immediately started bouncing on your legs, clearly unimpressed by your dazed look. They looked about the same age, five or six years old, probably twins.
Your twins, you realised with a terrifying stomach lurch. Wasn’t that a weird thought?
“Oma told us to come get you,” the little girl said proudly, clearly happy with the responsibility or perhaps she just found glee in assaulting people awake. By the massive grin on her face, you had a sneaking suspicion that it was the second one. You also had a sneaking suspicion that the two familiar red markings on each of the twins’ cheeks gave away which one of your omega friends you were going to be spending the next 24-hour cycle with.
“Alright,” you said, trying to gain your bearings. “Go back to oma, I’ll be through in a moment.”
The twins bounced on you a few more times before running out of the room, shouting something to their not-so-mysterious oma and thankfully leaving you alone to gather your thoughts.
Right. You were in the second 24-hour cycle and along with a partner, you appeared to also have twin pups. That put extra pressure on you not to fuck this up.
Putting the pups to the side for a moment for your own sanity, you focused on the issue at hand: had you really hooked up with Kiba? He wouldn’t have been one of the people you expected to show up in this weird hallucination/trip to the future. Then again, neither had Neji.
Although now you were thinking about it, you could see it. He’d definitely been a feral child, but he’d really mellowed out over the past couple of years, from what you’d been able to see anyway. He’d bulked out, chilled out and he had a cute dog. Maybe himbos with dogs were your type and you just didn’t know it yet.
Theorising over your own romantic type completed, you got up before a second wake up call was sent and donned the dressing gown that was draped over the edge of your side of the bed.
The room itself had an incredibly different vibe to the room you’d fallen asleep in. If Neji preferred traditional minimalism and organisation, Kiba clearly preferred chaos. It was absolutely filled with things, kids’ toys, stacks of boxes, an overflowing wash bin and a large crib in the corner of the room.
Your heart jumped as you realised what you were looking at. Was there a baby?! Would you be expected to tend to the baby and take it through with you? Would forgetting the baby be an immediate red flag that you weren’t who you said you were?
No, stop, deep breaths. You didn’t even know if there was a baby in the crib yet because of the blanket covering the side you could see.
Slowly, you approached the crib, fingers crossed that it was empty. Five-year-old twins you could deal with, but an infant would quickly expose your lack of knowledge over parenting. You peeked over the top and were incredibly relieved to see that the crib was both empty and lacking a base, so presumably not currently in use. Thank kami for that.
Bullet dodged, you went to the door, stopping only for a moment to take a look at yourself in the mirror. You looked about the same age as yesterday’s version of you, but where you and Neji appeared interested in pups but waiting for the right moment, you and Kiba clearly didn’t agree with such methods.
“Appa!” a voice shouted from the other room.
Right, you had to go.
You followed the sound of voices and sizzling pans downstairs, but with each step, dread began to grow in your stomach. The number of voices you were hearing sounded like Kiba plus three others. Did you really have three pups? Already?
No, you figured out as you rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs. You didn’t have three pups, you had four pups.
The room you had walked into was open plan, with the kitchen, dining table and living room all being visible from where you stood at the bottom of the stairs. The ‘décor’ from the bedroom had been carried through to the rest of the house. There were dog toys and children’s toys mingled into a combined pile from which you couldn’t differentiate which was which, piles of books, even a box of what looked like miscellaneous weapons that appeared to have been placed at the very specific height of ‘the twins can’t reach’.
The boy in the kitchen, perhaps about nine or so, was stirring something on the counter, standing on a little stool so that he could reach. The man beside him was definitely, 100% Kiba, who was tending to a frying pan on the hob.
There was also a girl sitting in the living room, who looked just a tad younger than the boy, head buried in a thick book that she was halfway through. She had a larger than you remembered Akamaru cuddled up on her lap.
And of course, the twins you had met earlier were performing some kind of horrendous duet under the dining room table, a bottle of shampoo and a hairbrush acting as stand in microphones. Despite yours and Kiba’s obvious disregard for contraception, you were at least glad for the foresight not to provide them with real microphones.
You had four pups. Four.
Actually, scratch that, because as Kiba turned towards you, the wolfish grin he was known for on his face, he revealed his massive tummy.
Four and another one on the way… Hence the empty crib, you mind helpfully supplied.
Is this the version of your life where you go crazy from the loneliness and make it your sole goal in life to never be alone ever again?
“Babe,” Kiba grinned at you. He was wearing pyjamas too, like all the kids. At least you fit in. “I didn’t realise you were so wiped out from your mission, you’re normally up way before now!”
Before you could process that and think of a generic reply, Kiba walked towards you in big strides and grabbed your face, slamming his lips against your eagerly.
It was nothing like the comparatively innocent kiss you’d shared with Neji last night, no, this was passionate and fiery, the kind of kiss where no one’s tongue remained where it was supposed to.
The kiss stole all the oxygen from your lungs and all the thoughts from your brain. Kiba was incredibly warm under your touch. In fact, everything was warm. The vibes of the whole house were warm. You decided then and there, with Kiba’s tongue down your throat, that you’d rather had a warm but messy home over your boring, standard issue shinobi flat any day.
When he pulled away, you were left stunned, the only working brain cell you had left was desperately trying to keep you from actively drooling.
“Oma,” the oldest boy interrupted, knocking you back to reality. You looked over and the boy had moved his little stool and was now tending the pan that Kiba had a minute ago. “Breakfast is burning.”
You had somehow survived long enough to sit down and eat, even though it had been awkward attempting to find the cutlery draw and challenging to remove the twins (Your twins! How bizarre!) from under the table.
Other than that, though, you had to admire how smoothly Kiba pulled it off. You couldn’t imagine serving four pups breakfast every day was easy, but the twins were happily gobbling up their cereal, the older girl had sandwiches with the crusts cut off and the older boy had the same cooked breakfast that you and Kiba had. (Akamaru had a mix of dog and human food in his bowl which sat at the side of the table, of course.)
It hit you suddenly, amongst the chatter, that you were at a family breakfast. How long had it been since you had one of those?
It hadn’t occurred to you that this 24-hour hallucination/trip to the future could include pups, but in hindsight you should have probably considered it. It wasn’t bad, it was just… more pressure not to screw it up.
Like, you should presumably parent them, but you didn’t really know how. You watched as the twin girl obviously geared up to flick a piece of cereal at her older brother, unsure how to stop it.
“Akemi, eat your cereal, don’t throw it on Minoru,” Kiba said absently, throwing a piece of meat from his plate to Akamaru. Right, the girl twin was called Akemi and the eldest was Minoru. You definitely needed to remember that.
“I wasn’t doing anything!” the girl denied, pointing it at her twin. “It was Kaito! You’re getting us confused.”
“It was not me!” Kaito squawked indignantly. Okay, the male twin was Kaito. You just needed the elder daughter’s name, the one with the book, but she’d brought said book to the table and didn’t seem much interested in joining the conversation. Ah, scratch that, her bookmark had her name on it: Ichika.
So, it was Minoru, Ichika, Akemi and Kaito. Got it.
“I literally watched you, Akemi.”
“Did you though?” she grinned a grin very similar to her oma’s. “Can you prove it?”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you little monster,” he ruffled her hair as she giggled. “Eat your cereal before I donate it to Akamaru.”
You also took Kiba’s advice and turned to your own food. It was different than Neji’s cooking, but definitely not bad. It felt hearty, like the kind of food you’d eat on return from a mission. Neji’s food was traditional and much lighter.
As far as which was better, free food was free food. If someone had lovingly cooked you breakfast, you weren’t going to start ranking it against other breakfasts. That would be rude.
It was only after you’d almost cleared your plate that you noticed that Kiba had barely touched his food and seemed to be playing with it more than anything, cutting it up and pushing it around to create the allusion that he was eating.
Kiba ‘I once challenged Naruto to a ramen eating contest, ate twelve bowls and then threw up in a hedge’ Inuzuka wasn’t eating his breakfast. How strange.
Kiba looked up at that moment and noticed you looking at him. He playfully kicked your foot under the table, clearly well practiced in its exact location, and mouthed ‘morning sickness’ at you. You winced in sympathy, figuring that morning sickness this late in the pregnancy was super unfortunate. He did look a little queasy now that you focused on him and his muscular arms, no that wasn’t helpful brain, stop it, but the second Minoru looked up at him, his grin was back in place as though nothing had ever been wrong.
He was hiding that he was feeling unwell from the pups for some reason. Automatically, you thought that he should get scented by his alpha, something which reduces morning sickness for pregnant omegas, only to belatedly realise that you were his alpha and you would have to be the one to scent him. You blushed red and tried to hide your face by taking a long drink from your glass. Yes, technically you had Kiba’s tongue in your mouth not long ago but scenting just felt a lot more… intimate. You started to imagine it for a moment but quickly had to stop lest an awkward problem arise, and you taint the memory of this delightful family breakfast.
“Appa, how did the baby get in oma’s tummy? Did he eat it?” Kaito suddenly asked, looking up at you with wide, innocent eyes.
Just as you were starting to relax.
“Ah, well, you see,” you started, looking to Kiba for help. Like the arsehole he was, he simply snorted and said nothing. You had no idea what you’d told the pups already. They were only five, so they didn’t need details, but did you lie to pups this age about sex? “There’s a special thing that adult couple can do if they love each other very much, and sometimes that ends up in a baby growing.”
Kaito squinted his eyes at you for a moment.
“Adult things? Like alcohol and kissing?”
“Yes!” you agreed immediately, happy to put this behind you as fast as possible. “Exactly like alcohol and kissing, it’s super gross.”
Kiba lost it, cackling at full volume and setting off everyone at the table, even though most of them didn’t get the joke.
“Super gross,” Kiba agreed. “But only if you do it right.”
“Kiba!”
The rest of breakfast thankfully passed quickly and painlessly. You spent most of your time observing Kiba as that was what you were technically here for after all. He was a very attentive oma, you had to admit. He wiped faces, cracked jokes, cut up food and cleaned up spills, all while heavily pregnant and feeling sick. He had matured a lot from the young man you knew, but his personality was still there, shining brightly underneath the responsible actions. Sometimes it burnt brighter than others, like when he got into a rock, paper, scissors fight with Minoru over the last slice of toast and defeat him with tickles instead of rock, paper, scissors, only to give the last piece to Minoru anyway.
It was so nice to have breakfast with a group of people for once, especially people that loved you.
After breakfast, everyone had dressed and the pups had taken off to play outside and make the most of the summer weather, although Minoru had needed a little convincing to leave Kiba to do the chores while pregnant, only leaving when you had double pinkie promised to do most of it.
(“It’s summer!” Kiba had said. “We can handle the cleaning, go have some fun!”)
When the backdoor swung shut behind the last pup, Kiba let out a sigh of relief, immediately leaning against the kitchen counter and bringing a hand to rub his face. His whole demeanour changed completely in an instant.
“Are you alright?” you asked, moving over to him. “Still feeling sick?”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “I can’t wait for this morning sickness thing to fuck off, I can’t believe I’ve had it for like eight months.”
He sent a weak grin that was interrupted by a wince. It hurt to see your friend/mate in pain, so you opened your arms, offering him a hug in the hopes it’d make him feel better. He accepted enthusiastically, and although his bump made things a little difficult, he plastered himself to you as best as he could, nosing at the scent gland on your neck in a way that felt unfamiliar and ticklish, but not unpleasant.
As the nosing got more and more aggressive, you belatedly realised that he needed your scent to calm his nausea and you were just standing there doing nothing. Panicking at the thought of him thinking you were withholding help on purpose, you immediately unleashed a little bit too much of your scent.
Thankfully, Kiba didn’t seem to mind being metaphorically smacked in the face with a wall of your scent. He relaxed against you, still so warm, ridiculously warm in fact. Were all Inuzuka this warm or just Kiba?
“Thanks,” Kiba muttered against you, a powerful purr emitting from his chest as presumably his nausea subsided. “The last three pregnancies were nowhere this bad, but I guess one out of four isn’t bad odds.”
You laughed a little.
“I know some parents who would kill for odds like that, although I don’t know many that make it all the way to four.”
You felt his grin against your neck seconds before his teeth followed. You jumped a little at the affectionate bite.
“It’s annoying trying to hide it too,” Kiba continued after he’d removed his teeth from your flesh. “But Minoru has been so freaked out since he had that sex ed class at school. He’s convinced I’m gonna just drop dead the moment I go into labour, and I don’t want to stress him out more by making him think I’m sick.”
Ah, that was why he’d been hiding it.
“I thought he’d calm down once I explained that Inuzuka are built differently, that we’re safe when we give birth, but he’s still on edge and I think that’s what’s causing his nightmares, too. I just don’t want him to feel responsible for me or worried that my pregnancy is a ticking time bomb that ends in my death, y’know?”
“You really care about them a lot,” you said before your filter could stop you.
Kiba pulled out of your embrace and gave you a weird look. You flushed as you realised what you’d said and rushed to explain yourself. Kiba cut you off with a barking laugh, sounding a little like Akamaru.
“You mean my pups?” he asked playfully. “My pack? I care about them more than anything in this entire world and I’ll kill anyone who ever touches any of you, that’s a promise.”
Maybe you shouldn’t have found his promise of violence so hot, but you definitely did. If he said these sorts of things often, you could understand why you had so many pups now. And you’d spent all evening yesterday cuddling with Neji, so you didn’t even have the ‘lonely’ excuse to justify getting all hot and bothered.
“Ugh,” Kiba groaned, looking around the room and killing the mood immediately. “I know we promised that we’d clean yesterday, but do we have to?”
You snorted despite yourself, something which Kiba too offense to if the growl and the punch on the arm you received was anything to go by.
“Take a look around and you tell me,” you teased him, gesturing to a pile of dog treats that looked like they’d been co opted to play Jenga with.  
“Fine,” he huffed. “But I have to keep stocking the birthing nest, so you can handle in here. Bye!”
“Wha-“
He was already gone before you could protest, his laughter echoing down as he darted up the stairs, too nimbly for someone that pregnant.
You shook your head, amused. Oh well, it would probably be good to have some alone time to clean and sort out your thoughts. A lot had happened over the last two hours after all.
About an hour and a half of cleaning later, four pairs of human feet and four dog feet came running back into the house, tracking mud over the thankfully not yet cleaned floor.
“Don’t run in the house,” you half-heartedly chastised, figuring that sounded like something a responsible parent would say.
“My idea is better!” Akemi said, ignoring you completely. “Yours is annoying!”
“No! Pillow fights are way better than lame movies! We watch movies all the time!” Kaito argued back.
They both turned to you simultaneously, fisting onto the bottom of your shirt, one standing on each side.
“Appa!” they both demanded. “Tell her/him my idea is better!”
You blinked at both of them, brain stalling, but you were distracted as you caught Ichika wincing at the shouting and covering her ears with her hands. You frowned in concern. You had noticed that she was a quieter pup that preferred books to people; she was probably at the end of her ‘chaos tether’ after an hour in the garden with the screeching twins.
“Alright,” you said, holding up a hand to stop the twins from making their respective cases for the afternoon entertainment. “Let’s keep the noise down a little, okay?”
Kaito opened his mouth to argue, but Kiba, who had just come to the bottom of the stairs interrupted him.
“There will be no pillow fights or movies right now, because you’re all covered in mud, so it’s bath time.”
“Oma!” they whined, letting go of your shirt and running to him instead. “There’s not that much mud! You’re unfair!”
Kiba only laughed at them.
“Right! You two first then, just for that, go upstairs.”
Minoru rolled his eyes at their actions and went into the kitchen and started cutting up some fruit as a snack before his bath. Ichika was sitting on the armchair now, but she still had her hands over her ears and her eyes shut. You could only imagine the noise that would come from bathing the twins, and you weren’t sure she’d appreciate it, even if the noise was muted and coming from upstairs.
“Babe,” the pet name slipped out without your permission but you pointedly ignored your blush and carried on. “Are you okay to handle bathing the twins alone? I think I need to take Ichika out for some quiet time.”
You watched as Kiba’s eyes dart over to her and his face softened.
“Of course, I can handle the twins,” he agreed. “They’ve got nothing on the kind of terror I was at bath time when I was their age, I’ve got this. Come on you two! March! Bathroom!”
“Can Akamaru come?” Kaito asked.
“No, he won’t fit in with both of you little gremlins, unless you’d rather get hosed down in the garden with Akamaru instead? We can do that.”
You quietly approached Ichika as the protests and arguments over having Akamaru join the twins in the bath continued behind you.
“Let’s go outside for a minute, sweetie,” you whispered, offering a hand that she quickly took.
“What if Akamaru just sat on the toilet, then can he come for bath time?”
You led her out the back door, the debate inside fading away as the door shut behind you. The garden was exactly as you’d expected it to be, a big open grass space for the human and canine pups to run around in, a little paddling pool in the corner, dog and children’s play balls littered around, a hose that was definitely part of the reason for the mud, a climbing frame and a casual seating and BBQ area at the very back. As you took in a deep breath of the Konoha summer air, you imagined the days you must spend out here, cooking food, laughing, maybe Kiba or your team and any of their pups would be there too, splashing around in the paddling pool or playing football.
You imagined all the details. The outfits, the food, the jokes, the little table at the back of the seating area that was definitely for alcohol. It was weirdly emotional to imagine being a part of that. Shino and Hinata would definitely come, as would Naruto, Sai and Sakura, you’d have to drag Sasuke of course, but that would be part of the fun. How many pups would you have between you all? If you and Kiba had five, there would probably be at least 8-10 pups in attendance.
It would be fun. But now, that seating area was going to be used for a different purpose. You led Ichika to one of the sofas and sat her down, sitting down next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. You imagined that she was probably somewhere between lonely from the lack of attention today and also overstimulated, so you decided against speaking and instead just held her to your side. It felt strangely natural considering she was basically a stranger to you, but you had instincts on your side. Regardless of your rational mind, your base line instincts knew she was yours and that you had to protect her and make sure she was okay. You were her appa for the next few hours and it was your job to make the hurt all better.
‘Was she even a real child though?’ you thought suddenly. She felt real under your arm, she breathed, she snuggled into you like a real child, she lowered her hands from her ears as she relaxed, just like a real child. But you hadn’t technically made the decisions that would make her yet and maybe you never would.
You pushed those thoughts down with a shake of your head. It didn’t matter because she was real now, the way she fisted her hand in your shirt  was real and how she purred as you scratched the back of her neck was real. Even if she ceased to exist tomorrow, her pain and comfort mattered because she mattered, existentialism would help no one.
At that moment, she climbed properly onto your lap and buried her little head into your chest, the tiny pup purrs automatically forcing purrs from you in response. This was your pup, your instincts screamed, comfort her, love her.
You still didn’t speak, wanting to wait for her to do so first, but with this new angle, you could stroke her hair. The weight and warmth of her in your lap soothed your frayed instincts, but it wasn’t enough to calm your negative thoughts.
If you didn’t go for this life, you would never see Ichika again, or Minoru or Kaito or Akemi. They would simply cease to exist at some point tonight. Kiba would be there, and maybe he’d find someone else to give him these pups, but it wouldn’t be the same.
Ha, this 24-hour thing was more emotionally draining than you thought it’d be. It was physically draining too, being a parent of four and a partner to someone heavily pregnant. There would be many occasions, if you chose this life, where one child needed special attention at the expense of spending time with the others, just like now. It would be a massive responsibility having this many pups. Could you handle it? If you chose this life, could you be good enough for these pups, because they deserved nothing but the best parent.
Was the ‘full house’ style family even something you wanted? You thought for a minute, and while the version of you a couple of days ago would have probably shied away from such a thing, you could see it now, after living it for a bit. The laughter and the cuddles were constant and there wasn’t a second where your home wasn’t filled with love.
Ichika pulled away from your chest for a moment and looked up at you.
“Appy?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you read me a story tonight please?” she asked, shyly looking down. “Just me?”
You basically melted at her cuteness.
“Of course,” you agreed, despite knowing nothing about evening plans or bedtime routines. “What sort of story?”
“I like the one with the baker and the ninja solving mysteries together, it’s the yellow book on the tall shelf in my room.”
“Okay,” you agreed easily. You didn’t have to worry about choosing your future just yet, you still had more days to live. That was a problem for future you, present you needed to find that yellow book and also make sure Kiba had survived bath time with the terrible twins.
Unfortunately, you never did get to read her that story.
When the baths were done, watching a movie won the most votes for the late afternoon entertainment, so you had settled down as the time ticked on and the sky grew darker and soon it was almost time for bed.
Everyone was packing up the blankets and snack debris from the film when Kaito asked for a glass of water.
“Sure thing,” Kiba said, bopping him on the nose. “Wait here, I’ll get it.”
The room was quiet for a little while until you heard the faint sound of water droplets hitting the floor.
“Babe, can you make a clone to go and fetch my mum?”
“What?” you asked, baffled. He wanted you to get Tsume? You turned around to see Kiba standing in the Kitchen with suspiciously damp pyjama shorts and a puddle on the ground between his legs.
Your mind stalled as you realised what this meant.
“Seems like the baby finally wants to say hello.”
You tried desperately to keep a lid on your panic, but it was quickly boiling over despite your best efforts. Kiba was leading you towards a door in your bedroom that you’d previously assumed to be an ensuite, but it was clearly a nesting room.
His mother had just left with all your pups, overnight bags in hand, to look after them while Kiba gave birth. Poor Minoru had had a fit, demanding to stay with Kiba and crying his little heart out. In the end, Tsume had to carry him out of the door as he screamed for you and his oma. You could tell that it had put Kiba on edge, his instincts sending him mixed signals about what he should be focusing on.
So, you were trying not to upset him more by panicking. But, as he opened the door to the nesting room, you realised that you were absolutely panicking.
The nest was nice, very comfortable looking and stocked with all the supplies that you’d need, but it being nice didn’t stop you feeling like an imposter. Kiba was going to be incredibly vulnerable here and he deserved a real mate, not an imposter.
You tried to calm yourself down by remembering that this technically wasn’t real, and if it ever became real, you would be his real mate with actual helpful knowledge and experience. It didn’t help much because it certainly felt real enough to panic about, no matter what your rational mind decided.
Were you going to have to help him literally deliver the pup, you thought suddenly, heart racing.  Kiba had said that Inuzuka pregnancies were different, easier, but how different? How much easier?
You stumbled into the nest after Kiba, just about managing to close the door behind you despite the mess you mind was in.
“Minoru will be fine,” Kiba said suddenly, probably misreading the cause of your panic. “He’s done this twice before and we both know I’ll be okay, and he’s got grandma there with him too.”
He sounded like he was trying to convince himself as much as he was trying to convince you.
“You’re right,” you said, taking a deep breath and sitting beside him. Kiba needed your support here. It wasn’t about you right now.
“Then let’s get started. I want to meet the little monster that’s been beating me up from the inside for almost a year.”
You snorted, panic abating for a second as the stressful atmosphere broke. Kiba was good at that; he could change the atmosphere of a place with only a sentence.
And then Kiba started stripping, pulling off his top and throwing it off into the corner of the nest before starting on the bottoms. Oh, you should have predicted that he’d want to be naked in his birthing nest.
Strangely tough, comparative to how flustered you’d felt when Neji had pulled his shirt off in front of you, even though you only saw his back, it didn’t feel strange. I mean, you had seen Kiba almost naked a few times already, he had almost no shame after all, but the panic and the fact that this nudity was linked to childbirth killed all sexual attraction. He wasn’t there for sex; he was there to give birth and it was only natural that he be naked while he did it.
When he was completely naked, Kiba curled up on his side, breathing deeply. He needed his mate, and for the moment, that was you.
“You’re alright, deep breaths,” you cooed at Kiba, spooning him from behind as he winced in pain. His contractions were getting more intense now. The first few hours had mainly been spent feeding him snacks and playing board games, but things were speeding up now. “You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m doing this for us, for our family,” Kiba panted, squeezing your hand. “I would do anything for our pack, for you, anything.”
One thing you’d learnt this evening was that Kiba was surprisingly romantic, in his own feral kind of way. You’d also learnt that childbirth was terrifying, but you’d been trying to ignore that fact because it wasn’t helping you focus.
“Anyone who tries to hurt us will be dead,” Kiba promised, a concerning glint in his eyes. “I’ll rip their throat out with my teeth, because I chose you, because my pups are parts of me, no one will hurt them. I won’t allow it!”
You growled appreciatively at his words; they were pulling on all of your possessive instincts.
“You wouldn’t have to, because I’d kill them first.”
“Psh, as if,” Kiba disagreed, flashing his teeth at you. “Me and Akamaru would get there first obvoiusly.”
You decided to let the omega in labour win the debate for the time being. You looked at the clock and saw that it was about 01:30 in the morning. You had no idea when you’d be switching to the next 24-hour cycle because it had happened in your sleep last time. As much as you had enjoyed your day with Kiba, and your various pups, you hoped that you switched soon, before the baby decided it was time to say hello.
You sent a quick mental plea to the mysterious fortune teller, asking that the next partner be a little more chill; you were going to need a serious break after this cycle.
Kiba tugged on your hand, pulling himself and you up into a sitting position.
“You need to give me more attention, I can’t settle,” he said bluntly, staring at you. “You’re being too stiff and don’t think I didn’t notice you still wearing your clothes. Is something wrong?”
Your heart jumped. Of course, you weren’t doing as good a job as his real mate must have done, even though you were technically the same person.
“Sorry, I-“ you struggled to think of an excuse. You picked the first thing you could think of. “I’m just worried about Minoru. I feel like I need to stay clothed so I can run to him at the drop of a hat if I need to.”
Kiba’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and he nodded, he seemed to understand thankfully.
“I get that,” he said, voice surprisingly quiet. “I hated to hear him cry like that and honestly, I was close to letting him stay, but he’s with family, he’s safe and I need to feel you properly. It feels wrong.”
“I’m sorry,” you apologised sincerely. “I didn’t realise.”
“You can apologise by taking off shirt at least.”
You chuckled but agreed to take off your shirt. At this point, you were happy to do anything that could make him feel better, to make up for being a cheap knock off of the person he deserved. It didn’t feel awkward and uncomfortable, not with Kiba.
When your top half was bare, you drew him into an embrace. His skin was even warmer than earlier, and softer than you realised now that he was pressed against you properly. Kiba went limp in your arms, nosing at your scent glands and running his hands all over your back. You shivered as his fingers ran over a particularly sensitive bit. The way he traced your body was intimate and you tried to return the favour.
“That’s better,” Kiba sighed, sounding much more relaxed now. He didn’t say anything else for a while, content to nibble and lick at your neck while you held each other. Every now and then he would pull back and steal a kiss from your lips as well.
You traced little patterns and phrases over his skin, and although Kiba made no move to say the phrases out loud, you knew he was focused on them, because he would bite if you said something nice and bite harder if you said something funny or off topic, like he was playfully chastising you for teasing him.
Kiba was fun, you realised suddenly. He was fun. You had laughed all day, in fact, your cheeks hurt from smiling, wasn’t that weird.
Eventually, the patterns and phrases died down as you got lost in your own thoughts and it was over an hour later that Kiba broke the silence.
“They’re getting super close now, the contractions. Maybe two or so minutes apart. We’re nearly there.”
You were going to have to accept the fact that you may very well have to deliver this baby somehow. Maybe you should ask Kiba to run through exactly what you should do, just in case.
“Kiba, I-“ your words cut off as a blinding pain in your head stole your ability to speak.
You pulled away from Kiba as the pain spread, burning behind your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Kiba asked. His voice sounded close, but you couldn’t see him. Water, you needed water.
You crawled in the direction of the stash of water bottles, but you didn’t quite make it, collapsing as your arms gave out supporting your weight.
“Alpha?! Alpha?! What’s wrong?! What’s going on?!” Kiba’s voice was warbled and distorted to your ears, but he sounded distressed. You wanted to reassure him, but your tongue wouldn’t cooperate.
You forced your eyes open and were met with Kiba’s worried face hovering over you and a view of the clock. As the clock ticked to 03:00, everything went black.
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akaridream · 11 months
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after dark pt. 4:  recon (hawks x reader)
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You crushed your silky bed sheets in your fists and arched your back wildly. A whine died in your throat. With great effort, you pried open your eyes to see what was between your quaking thighs.
"Mm, angel," his voice echoed in your head. Whatever he was doing made you whine again. You reached down and clawed at the mess of blond hair, pulling hard. His eyes, hazy with lust met yours. Your heart quivered. The little black marks around his fierce amber eyes, his lips glistening, his cheeks flush with desire...
Your phone buzzed, startling you awake.
Fuck.
You removed your sleep mask and whipped it away, then rolled over and groaned into your pillow. You sprawled out over your queen size bed, stretching your legs and wings to occupy the whole things. You rolled to your side and pressed your thighs together, trying to feel the remnants of pleasure left over from your dream.
Damn it, this bird boy is gonna kill me.
Breeding season had never been an issue, thanks to your solitary lifestyle. A personalized birth control pill had kept your hormones regular, but it didn’t quell your drive entirely. In years past, spring had meant a day or two off with a trashy romance novel and your detachable shower head. It was nothing you couldn’t take care of on your own. But with a certain someone a daily presence for the next three weeks, you feared a far more agonizing season than ever.
I can’t let myself do anything stupid, you thought as you reached for your phone.
Hawks: lemme know when you’re up, I’ve got some intel on our little friends
Of course it was him, like he could read your dreams. Oh, the glorious color that would spread across his face if he knew you were dreaming of him. His pupils would dilate with arousal, he’d take a step closer and-
God damn it. This is gonna be harder than I thought. You had to take a cold shower before you replied, decidedly not reaching for your shower head. How could you look him in the eye in a few hours if you got off to thoughts of him?
Your raging hormones finally began to subside as you wrapped a towel around yourself and combed your wet hair.
You: Morning bird boy. I’ll be heading to my office in a bit, was gonna do some recon on Yamamoto
Hawks: you got time to chat? Or I can meet you at your office while I’m on patrol 
 You: You can call whenever you get a minute. I’d rather you not be seen going to and from my office too frequently
Your phone started ringing. “Hey, what’s up?” you answered.
“Morning, angel, although it’s almost noon already. You stay up late last night after we separated?”
“Maybe a little, but I usually sleep ten hours or so.”
“Damn, that’s luxurious! Next time I get a day off I might have to go for that,” he said. You could hear the wind rushing through the phone.
“How long have you been at it already today?” you asked.
“Been out and about since 8 or so. But before that I was digging around on my agency’s database, so I got in to the office around 6:30.”
“Geez, workaholic.”
“Yeah, I know. I gotta take time off and take you out one of these days!”
You smiled. “Oh yeah? And where do you think you’re gonna take me that we won’t be seen together?”
“Ah, I can’t tell you yet. It’s a surprise. But I do have an idea.” Your heart danced. “Oh yeah, the reason I called. Turns out Officer Mori has had three different fitness-for-duty evaluations in the past three years. Typically those only happen when-”
“When an officer gets in trouble for something, I’m familiar. Any details about why he was evaluated?”
“That’s the thing,” Hawks said. “The documents were full of redacted passages. My suspicion is that he’s gotten caught for Trigger before and they covered it up for some reason.”
“So you think this supply link has gone on for that long?” you asked as you sat at the foot of your bed.
“Well, if this is the main guy linking them, yes. But there could be other officers involved. We may want to look into who else has been caught with Trigger in the past three years or so.”
“Why would they want to cover it up? You’d think they would fire him after the first or second offense, but the fact that this recent one was his fourth is really fishy.”
“Yeah, I agree. The police are hurting for new recruits, so they might wanna keep as many on board as they can. But why would you want to keep officers that are committing crimes?” he asked.
You sighed. “Hm, not a great situation. So, do you want me to look more into the police?”
“Sure, see what you can find. If nothing, we need to check out Yamamoto from the Safety Commission- Oh, shit. I gotta go, text me if you find anything out before we meet up tonight!” The call disconnected.
Silly hero, you thought. But man, he really must be working a lot. We separated around midnight last night and he was already back at his office by 6:30? And he worked the whole day yesterday…
You dressed in a simple pair of black skinny jeans and camisole, throwing on a hoodie you had cut to just sleeves and hood to allow for your wings. Complete with your favorite chunky boots, you hopped on the subway across town to your office. Once there, you selected a focusing citrus scent for your diffuser and got to work. You began with news reports and press releases about officers with Trigger, corroborating their information with the police database. After a few hours of digging, you were stumped.
You: Hey, I’ve been poking around the police archives and haven’t come across a single thing with redacted info
Hawks: what kind of reports have you been looking at?
You: Well I started with incidents that came up from public records like news articles and stuff
Hawks: check out everything you can find on Mori specifically, see if you can find the report from his first evaluation three years ago
You did as he suggested and like magic, the exact report Hawks had told you about came up. You sat back and scratched your head.
You: I found the report, black lines and all. Why the hell didn’t this report come up earlier?
You went back to scrounging around the database for your target’s name and found the two other evaluations. They too, were full of redacted information. “What the hell?” you said under your breath.
A flash of red out the glass office door caught your eye.
“Hey,” Hawks said, strolling in like he owned the place. “I was nearby and had some downtime, figured I’d stop by.”
You smirked and tried to ignore your quickening pulse. “Cutting out from work early?”
He smiled and pulled a box of matcha Pocky from his pocket. “Yeah, to do other work!”
You tilted your head. “Spring Pocky is out already? Didn’t we just have the winter one the other day?”
He opened the box and offered you the first piece. “Yep, the sakura will be blooming before long. We’ll have to go see them together.”
Hawks stripped off his flight jacket, headset and goggles, then ran a hand through his windswept hair. “Man, it’s starting to feel like spring too. Way warmer than I thought it’d be today.”
Your eyes grazed over his taught abdomen and arms. His black muscle tee showed off every dip and contour just right. You began to salivate, and not because of the Pocky. You cleared your throat and stared at your computer, reluctant to take your eyes off him.
“Yeah, it’s supposed to be gorgeous out today.” He placed his shed gear on the arm of the love seat. With his back turned, you had a chance to admire him further. The way his wings transitioned to his lats, his strong traps, and those triceps… You bit your lip. Hard. You wanted your legs wrapped around that thin waist of his, your back pressed to the wall, his lips sealed to your neck-
Shit. Can’t go there right now!
He turned back towards you and your eyes locked for a beat before he glanced at your monitor. “You find anything else?”
You swallowed, hoping he couldn’t read your sinful thoughts. “Yes, Mori’s other two reports, full of black.”
Hawks took a knee next to your chair. “Yep, looks just like the first. Hmm…” He thought for a moment, eyes running over the screen. “Seems like anything that was reported publicly was a full report. All the stuff about Mori was kind of buried and I had to know what I was looking for to find it.”
Hawks rested his upper arm against your thigh. “Makes sense. They’re trying to hide it. Makes me wonder if there are higher up’s involved. Hey, I have an idea. Pop open a tab for the Fukuoka Police staff listing.” You did as he requested.
“Sorry I don’t have a second chair for you,” you said.
“No worries, I’m used to being on my feet or wings all day. So, I think we should scour the database for every officer like you did for Mori and see if we come up with any redacted reports.”
You nodded and worked diligently with Hawks next to you, guiding your inquiries. You worked together seamlessly, your minds synced in similar thought patterns. Eventually, you compiled a list of officers with suspicious reports to their names.
“Alright, so now we have an even better idea of who might be involved besides Mori. But there’s one more person I think you should check out,” Hawks said. “Search for Chief Matsui.”
“Really?” you asked, turning to look at Hawks directly. “You think this could go that far up?”
He looked disappointed. “’Fraid so. We’d be remiss if we didn’t at least check him out, right?”
You nodded and ran a search for the chief of police. To both of your surprise, not a single document came up.
“Nothing?” you said. “Nothing at all? Everyone had at least a little something, even just a yearly salary report.”
Hawks sighed. “Shit. That’s even weirder than finding redacted docs. No way that’s accurate.” His phone began to buzz, but he dismissed it.
“Villains taking over the streets?” you asked.
He chuckled. “Nothing my sidekicks can’t handle, I’m busy with you,” he said with a nudge and soft smile. “Plus I haven’t made a playlist for tonight’s stakeout yet.”
You scoffed. “Is that really a top priority?”
“Absolutely! While I do that, here-” he stood and leaned over your desk to open a new tab. “Let me get you signed in to the Safety Commission database so you can check in on our pal Yamamoto. You have a VPN, right? Don’t want them to see your IP connected to their database.” His earthy, masculine fragrance made your head so dizzy that you almost purred. You watched the toned muscles of his forearms move beneath his skin as he typed in credentials. Your nails dug into your knee and you breathed deeply, his woodsy natural aura filling your lungs. It was more invigorating than any of your fancy oils.
For fuck’s sake. If I can’t get control of my thoughts, I might melt into the floor.
“There, should be good to go. Hope you don’t mind, but I’m gonna take a few minutes to chill, maybe make a game plan for our surveillance tonight,” he said, sauntering over to the love seat and lounging across it on his side.
You nodded stiffly and stared back at your computer.
“You alright?” he asked. “You seem a little… Tense.”
Oh, you have no idea.
“I’m fine. Sleep was… Tumultuous last night,” you lied.
He quirked up an eyebrow. “Maybe you should take a few minutes to relax then.”
But if I look away from this computer, I’m going to look at you. Looking at you would only make me more tense, and tension means I might do something irrational, like jump in your lap.
You closed your eyes and massaged the space between your eyebrows. “Don’t want to lose focus.”
“Kind of seems like you already have,” he said. He scooted back on the love seat and patted the open space in front of him. “Just five minutes to kill the eye strain from staring at that monitor.”
You sighed and tilted your head. “Fine. But only five minutes.” You padded across the office and sat down with him, subconsciously resting your plush ass against his belt and lower abs. He curled his body around you, resting his hand next to your hip.
“Here, help me find some songs. How do you feel about My Chemical Romance?” he asked, pulling out his phone.
“I like them. I only know a few of their more popular ones though,” you said. As you compiled songs together, you traded subtle flirtations. He gave you a playful poke, you took his hand to view his phone more closely. He moved to rest his phone against your thigh, you added a suggestive song. Hawks’ hand at your hip slid a finger through your belt loop, you leaned back into him. His every touch, every movement was caught by your sharp perceptions. He was claiming you, and you were letting him.
This can’t happen, idiot, you thought to yourself. This partnership is nothing more than temporary. Get your horny self under control or he’s gonna break your heart!
You frowned, knowing you were right. On the other side of mating season, you’d go back to being perfectly happy alone and Hawks would be nothing but a flirtationship, just like the rest of your crushes.
“S’matter?” he asked, tilting his head to look at you with puppy-like eyes. You melted, nearly sighing aloud.
“It’s nothing, promise,” you lied, but Hawks looked incredulous. He opened his mouth to argue, but his phone began to buzz. This time, he answered.
“Yo, you guys get things cleaned up downtown?” he asked, leaning away from you. You took the opportunity to walk to your desk to work on more research. Hawks’ conversation wrapped up quickly and he sighed.
“Heading back out?” you asked. He started putting his flight gear back on, easily working his wings through his custom jacket.
“Yeah, duty calls I guess. Glad I got to have a little break from the action at least. Let me know if you find anything else of interest, kay?”
You nodded as he slid his flight goggles back on. “Of course.” Your focus drifted back to your computer, but Hawks stepped over to your desk once again.
“One more thing before I go though. It’s really important.”
You spun your chair towards him and looked up at him. “What’s up?”
He smiled and fidgeted with his fingers. “Friday night, when we’re done with surveillance.”
You raised your eyebrows. “Mmhmm. What about it?”
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and leaned against your filing cabinet. “I know the owner of this little ramen shop. It’s one of those places with booths where you order from a screen and there’s a little window where your food comes out. No interaction with waiters or anything. Owner said he’d stick around late so I can take you there.”
The corners of your mouth turned upwards before you could stop them.
“And since it’s technically after we’re done working…” he continued. “I was hoping you’d let me call it a date.”
Your stomach flipped like you were free-falling. Your eyes connected with his and you melted like butter on a stack of fresh pancakes: Warm and fluffy on the inside, hot enough to burn on the outside.
“Um… Yeah. I think I’d like that.”
He nodded and grinned. “Great! I’m already looking forward to it. It’s in this romantic little back alley, and Murakami makes the best tonkotsu. Promise it’ll be worth your time!”
You giggled, your cheeks growing sore from smiling so hard. “I trust you, Hero.”
He tilted his head and a soft expression graced his handsome features. “Wish I could stay, but my sidekicks will be wondering where the heck I snuck off to. I’ll see you in a few hours!” He waved and disappeared down the hallway.
You squealed quietly to yourself and put your cheek down on the cold glass of your desk. Even in your bliss, the logical part of your mind screamed.
Just what the hell am I getting myself into?
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lacontroller1991 · 6 months
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Whumptober Day 2: Ernest Lawrence
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Summary: Lawrence has been working very long and very hard hours to produce the first nuclear bomb. Long enough hours to forget a very important celebration.
Warning: language, mentions of pregnancy
Author's Note: THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM DOES THIS ACTUALLY REPRESENT THE THE REAL PEOPLE. IF YOU'RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS PLEASE SCROLL AWAY.
Anyways enjoy!
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It’s 1:30 am by the time Ernest walks through the door with a sigh of relief. It was another long day at the lab and no doubt in 6 hours, it’s going to be another long day. Normally, he doesn’t complain about being in the lab, but between lecturing students, tight deadlines and aiding in the war effort it has Ernest’s eyes closing every other minute. Setting his bag down by the door, he haphazardly tosses the keys onto the counter before kicking off his shoes. He has maybe 30 minutes for a shower and food if he wants to get any sleep tonight. 
Tiptoeing towards the kitchen, he flips the light switch and jumps back in surprise, seeing you sitting there, wide awake. “Damn it honey, you scared me.” You don’t make a comment. Instead, you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms. “Why aren’t you asleep?”
“Didn’t you forget something?” The question is quiet but condescending. In confusion, Ernest looks around the kitchen. The table holds a few candles, no longer lit, the plate of food, no longer warm, and when he focuses on the plates themselves, he realizes that it’s your mother’s Fine China that she had gifted you and him on your wedding day. 5 years ago. His gut sinks as realization kicks in.
“Oh honey. I totally forgot.” He moves to console you but you stop him with the raise of your hand. 
“I don’t know what it is that you’re doing in that lab, but surely it can not be more important than our anniversary.” 
“You know I can’t tell you. I’m sorry that I forgot, but my work in the lab, it’s important.” He kneels down in front of you, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles, looking up at you through his glasses but you clutch your jaw and stare straight ahead, not giving him the satisfaction. How do I fix this? He may be one of the smartest physicists, but when it comes to his wife, he’s clueless. “How can I make this up?”
Letting out an exasperated sigh, you stand up from the chair and pull away from him, clutching your arms to your body. You want to be mad at him. You want to yell at him, and knowing him, he would honestly take it. Yet, you can’t bring yourself to. You already know it's hard enough for him working long hours and you know he barely gets any sleep, but it still hurts that he would forget your anniversary. “I don’t know Ernie. If it was any other anniversary I would’ve been ok. Still disappointed but okay. But this one? Our five years? I was just really looking forward to this one. You know that this is the longest I’ve been married given how my last one ended and yet you still missed it. I even made you your favorite dinner.” Ernest’s eyes flick back over to the table and note that indeed, you did make all of his favorite things and none of yours. 
“I'm so sorry.” He moves forward, pulling you into his arms and this time you don’t pull away. Instead, you take comfort in his embrace. It’s been a month since you’ve felt the heat of his body against yours. Sure, you’ve felt his body warmth through the bed, but by the time you registered it’s him in bed, he’s already passed out. “How about we go get some sleep?”
“Ernie, I need to tell you something.”
“Yes honey?” He looks down at you in confusion and notes the conflicting emotions swirling in your eyes.
“I’m pregnant.” The ground seems to drop out from underneath him as sweat begins to form at the back of his neck. “But I don’t know if I want to keep it.” If the first comment didn’t take the world out from underneath his feet, this one sure did.
“Why wouldn’t you? We’ve talked about having children.”
“Why would I want to carry a child into this world when the father isn’t even going to be there?” Lawrence hangs his head in defeat. He wishes he could say that ‘that isn’t true’ but he doesn’t even know if it will be or not. As long as the Manhattan Project is still underway he doesn’t know. 
“Do you really think that I want to be at work until 2 o’clock in the morning? Do you think that I wouldn’t rather be at home with you? Baby, you have no fucking clue how much I miss you and I want to be here for you and our child, but I need to get some sleep. Can we please go to sleep and talk about it in the morning?” His eyes are tired and it’s only in that moment that you can see just how bloodshot they are and you feel pity for him. Getting out from underneath his arms, you let go of your grudge. Taking his hand lightly, you pull him along with you toward the bedroom as Lawrence thanks God that you chose to let the subject go. The both of you get dressed into your pajamas in silence, not wanting to acknowledge the elephant in the room. Getting into bed, you decide to break the barrier and rest your head against his shoulder, hugging his arm as his eyes already fall heavy under the spell of sleep. 
“I just miss you Ernie. I want the baby but also I want you to be here for the baby. I can’t do it alone.” You admit, nuzzling your head further into his shoulder as he turns his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“I know honey, I know. I want nothing more in the world than to be here with you and our child. Once this project is over, I’m all yours.”
You look up through hazy eyes, “promise?”
“I promise.” He kisses your forehead once more before the both of you fall into an easy sleep in each other’s arms.
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Tales From the Modern Incubus Part 7*
Summary: You are feeling very close to Harry and he's just about got you convinced to do anything but have sex (to his dismay), and when Harry meets with Danny, a demon-teacher, he gets news about you that he doesn't want to hear.
Warning: This is dark!harry content and Harry's a demon so beware before reading on - check out all warnings in the TFMI masterlist. This post contains: SMUT (not sex), some bad news for Harry (things aren’t going his way)
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Part 7*
You felt like you were going mad a little. Certain things in life just no longer mattered much to you the way they used to. Ever since meeting Harry you felt different somehow and changed. Your life before Harry was simple and predictable. Which you didn’t mind. But now, things are different, not hard, but no longer easy, and certainly you can’t predict anything anymore. You don’t know what the day will bring and you don’t know why.
You also feel strangely free. Like you’ve broken out of some kind of spell, like your eyes are opened. Everything has been confusing, but at the same time it's all starting to make sense now. You can’t explain it and you aren’t inclined to try and do so. For the first time in your life you don’t feel like making sense of things and explaining things is a waste of breath. For example, Harry’s tattoos and his dick. You dreamt those things, right? How can he appear in real-life just as he did in your dream? You suddenly feel as if that answer doesn’t matter where before Harry, if that had happened to you, it would be a crisis.
When the morning light slowly drizzles into Harry’s bedroom you stretch and feel as if you hadn’t slept a wink, but you feel fine. You feel rested. Harry turns his head and smiles at you. His hair is a mess on his head and he draws you into his chest, pulling you across the mattress into him. You feel like you’ve been in a waking coma or some kind of trance where you were aware, yet not aware for hours and now that it’s morning your awareness is peeked again.
“How’d you sleep?” Harry speaks into your ear and you snuggle closer into his warm body and his pleasant scent.
“I don’t know. It kind of feels like I didn’t sleep. But I feel well rested. I mean, I’m sure I slept, but it just feels like I was awake all night and just lying here. How about you?”
Harry takes in your information, and it makes him furrow his brow. He didn’t know yet, what you were, but this was more fodder for his concerns. Especially because he’d seen you sleeping before. He knows you can sleep. Demons do not need it and can use rest, but sleep is unnecessary. Everything you say and do, Harry scrutinizes because he’s curious about your origin. But your answer sounds just like an answer he’d give if he were being honest.
“Slept like a baby. Probably because you were in my bed all night. S’nice having you here.” He didn’t sleep of course. He stayed in bed next to you and used the time to think and consider and plot. As usual. He had been tempted to get up and do a few things in the middle of the night but he didn’t want to leave your side, or your scent. He just likes being around you.
Harry starts to gently smooth his palm over your back and he nudges his nose into yours. He wants so badly to have sex with you. Slip his big cock into your warm, flavorful little hole and fuck an orgasm out of you. Harry can’t help it when his prick thickens up and you can feel him against your thigh.
“Harry!” You laugh and you nudge your nose to his, wanting a kiss. Harry was so sensual and so sexy, just a man like none you’ve ever encountered.
Soon your lips and Harry’s lips were slowly pressing together and parting as your kiss began to deepen. It took almost no time for you to feel aroused. Everything about Harry was arousing. You even liked his big dick pressed against you and you let your thigh push into him a bit, causing Harry to rut into you gently.
“I want to have sex with you so bad, Y/n. I’ve never wanted to have sex so bad in my life…” Harry moaned into your mouth.
You giggled and shook your head, “I’d like to wait until marriage before having sex.”
Harry paused the gentle rocking of his hips into your thigh, “Why is that?” He knew the answer.
“Because… it’s sinful to have sex outside of marriage and plus my parents would hate it.” You laugh and keep your eyes on Harry. He’s so beautiful.
“Well, first of all, we wouldn't be sharing with your parents that we're having sex. And secondly, isn't giving a blow job and letting someone eat you out just as intimate as having sex? To me, it’s almost more intimate.” Harry needs to move your little preconceived notions about sex and marriage and religion down the road to a place of understanding and change your mind quickly. He’s going to have to call for Tamie (or someone) again soon if you can’t give him what he wants.
“Sex is different. I could get pregnant. It’s meant to be a way for a man to get a woman pregnant. That’s what the Bible says. Right? Do you believe in God, Harry?” You put your palm over Harry’s chest.
“Mmm… yes. I do very much believe in God. But I don’t think that God made us so that we’d wait until marriage. I think that’s just a social construct that old men in Christian settings came up with to keep women from doing something they deemed impure. I don’t think God actually cares if people have sex outside of marriage.”
“But the Bible says that sex should be for marriage. Right? Do you read the Bible?” You were curious about Harry’s beliefs. You still didn’t know much about him.
Harry smiled and nearly rolled his eyes, “Know it like the back of my hand, but honestly? I don’t believe a single word of it. Was written by humans, many of whom never even met Jesus and it’s mostly a collection of passed down stories, some true, some not, told by mouth over thousands of years and somehow all gathered into a single book that went through endless translations and versions to what we see now. Even still, with multiple versions and translations with different meanings.”
You frowned. You hadn’t thought of it that way. You knew there were many versions and translations of the Bible but the idea that they would all differ in meaning hadn’t occurred to you. Though, you didn’t want to argue. Harry had a very clear opinion on the matter and you wanted to know other things about him.
“How old are you, Harry?” Harry cross necklace hung over his pecs and you lifted it in your fingers, feeling the warmth from begin pressed against his skin.
Harry had planned on what he’d tell you and he knew he couldn’t say he was too young because that might raise more questions, “30. How old are you?” He knew your age.
“23. You’re older than me. Wow. I didn’t realize. What’s your birthday?” You were surprised he was seven years older than you. You figured he was older than you but you didn’t realize it was that much (if only you knew his real age). Not that that would stop you from dating him. He was too interesting and attractive for you to mind it too much.
Harry breathed out a laugh through his nose, “February 1st. And you?” He really wanted to bring the conversation back to sex, see if he could convince you to take his cock, but he knew it wasn’t happening. Not today anyway.
“December 25th. Christmas Day.” You giggled. It was always fun to see people’s reaction to your birthday.
In Harry’s mind though, December 25th isn’t Christmas. It’s Sol Invictus. A holiday celebrated by the kingdom of hell to usher in the winter solstice. Not quite the same thing that Christians celebrate.
Harry chuckled, “Wow. That’s very interesting. You’re quite special aren’t you, Y/n?” Harry looked back down at your soft lips and he wanted so badly to consume you whole. You smelled so good and looked so yummy.
“No. Of course not. It’s just another day really.”
Harry knew this conversation was going nowhere important so he wanted to redirect you a bit. “You’re very important. Very special. Kiss me, please?”
You let out a small laugh and smoothed your hands up over Harry’s shoulders and he rolled onto his back, bringing you with him so you were lying on top of him. You adjusted yourself and then Harry drew you down to him so your lips could meet. Kissing Harry made you feel like another person. It made you feel like you were a sexual being and it made you want to have sex outside of marriage. But you wouldn’t, of course. You’d heard before of the feelings of people wanting to sin but holding back. With Harry you were experiencing that. Never with Miguel, though you barely let him kiss you.
You licked over Harry’s tongue and spread your legs a bit, effectively causing your centers to press together. Harry’s penis was thick and hard under you and it drew blood to your pussy and made you yearn for satisfaction. Your heart rate increased and Harry moved his hands from your hips to your bottom. You were wearing only your panties and a t-shirt that Harry let you borrow. And Harry was only in sweatpants and his bulge was stiff and felt good under you.
You rolled yourself into him very delicately and panted at the feel. Harry pressed you down over him harder and he rocked up toward you. You could feel him guiding you gently up and down on him.
Harry used you a bit to rub over himself. It helped with his ache a little. He fucking wanted to just take you and make you his. God if he wasn’t so stubborn he could have just fucked you already.
When you felt yourself wet in your panties and your clit was being rubbed over perfectly you began moving your hips with more purpose. Harry helped with his hands at your ass but he noted you were taking the initiative to get yourself off by rubbing your pussy on him.
“Let’s take off our bottoms. You can rub over me like that? It’ll feel really good. No sex, just like being closer to you.” Harry was panting his words.
You lifted your hips and quickly brought your panties off. Harry had his lips on you last night, surely it wouldn’t be too bad to have his penis near your pussy. As long as it didn’t go in.
Harry pulled his sweats down just enough and pulled you back over him. You were sitting up a little now, palms at his chest.
“Now, just glide over me. You’re all wet so it’ll feel good for both of us.” Harry held your hips and you began to slip up and down with your labia encasing Harry’s cock, sliding up and down his shaft. You looked down to see his pink tip and how your naked pussy wet him all over with each pass up his long dick. And it did feel good. Harry was warm and wide under you and his cock was easy to slip up and down over. Your clit was being pressed into as well and you picked up your speed a little.
Harry brought a hand from your hip and balled up the front of the t-shirt you were wearing, “Take this off.” He said.
You stopped the movement of your hips and swiftly pulled the shirt off over your head. With your breasts out Harry reached up and palmed over them and you continued slicking yourself over Harry’s long shaft.
“Feels good doesn’t it?” Harry speaks with his eyes on yours and you nod at his words, “Just imagine how it’ll feel when I’m inside of you. So much better than this. You’ll come so hard and I’ll fill you to the brim with my come til you’re dripping. I just know you’ll like it. I know you’ll be so warm and tight and you’ll make me come so fast.”
You closed your eyes. You were conflicted by what he said. Still, ever the good Christian girl, you wanted to wait for marriage, but you also wanted to know what it felt like to have a penis inside of you. Fingers felt good, a penis would probably feel good. It made you hot and you felt yourself clench as you continued smoothing yourself over Harry.
And Harry was sure he wouldn’t be able to come like this, but your intoxicating arousal coating his cock made him tingle and the scent was so delicious he felt delirious. He was surprised by the way he felt with you, so sensitive and so needy. It’s like you were the one seducing him. He could probably come like this. He knew he could. You felt so good on him.
Both of your small moans and pants were hyphenated by the sound of how wet you were over Harry. You pushed your guilt down in favor of your pleasure and when you felt Harry tenderly pinch your nipples between his fingers you gasped and opened your eyes to look at him in warning. His smirk was cocky but he was so hot and maybe there was a little bit of you that enjoyed the feel of having your nipples smushed together between each of Harrys thumbs and index fingers.
With your eyes set on his, Harry did it again, a little harder and you keened, rocking yourself down over Harry with more force. “Fuuhhh…” you breathed out. Nearly sputtering a word you didn’t like saying. It hurt, the pinch, but then you smiled and Harry squeezed each of your breasts under his palms and bucked up toward you slowly.
“Oh my god, Harry…” you panted the words and closed your eyes. It was so good. Harry felt so good and you’d let him do almost anything to you, except the one thing he really wanted the most.
“Mmm… love hearing you say my name,” right next to god’s name, he thought that part to himself, “you feel so good like this, Y/n. I’m just imagining I’m inside of you right now. And you’re fucking yourself on my cock…” Harry breathed out a shaky breath. He was imagining it too. What it would feel like to finally be inside of you.
The image Harry gave you with his words had your mouth dropping open. Fucking myself on his cock, you thought to yourself. It sounded so hot. You felt the twisting and the sparkling of your orgasm as you increased the sway of your hips.
“Yes, Harry. Oh my…” you felt embarrassed to say it, that it sounded really good, the idea of having him inside of you, but Harry understood your sentiment. Harry’s own orgasm was slowly starting to spike through his organ. He could feel how close he was already. It worried him a little that when he did finally have access to your pussy like he wanted, that he wasn’t going to last long. It was unusual for him to be brought to the edge so fast.
“Y/n,” Harry brought his hands down to your hips to still your movements. You looked down to him in question, “Climb up here, sit on my face so I can eat you out. Want you to come on my face.”
You didn’t make a move. You shook your head. How embarrassing to sit on his face. You couldn’t possibly.
“I don’t know. I’ve never…” you looked down at Harry and his brows were raised at you.
“I know you’ve never. But I want to show you how good it’ll feel. Come on. I want a taste.” Harry nudged your hips and tried pulling you up but you resisted.
“No! I don’t know! That’s embarrassing! I can’t, Harry!” You blushed and shook your head.
Harry chuckled and licked his lips in anticipation of licking you up, “You can. And it’s not embarrassing. It’s hot as fuck. I’ve already had my face in between your legs and my tongue all over your pussy. Come on, baby. I need to eat.”
You let out a small laugh and couldn’t shake how embarrassed you felt. You leaned forward and then suddenly Harry, with a tight grip at your hips, lifted you up and brought your cunt to his mouth. You let out a startled yelp and tried to steady yourself before gripping onto the headboard behind Harry. You were surprised by how strong he was and how he was just able to lift you like that.
“Harry!!” You squeaked out when you felt his mouth at your pussy. He began licking into you and sucking right away and it shut you up as soon as you felt how nice it was. You still felt embarrassed about being in this position but you gave yourself over to him once again when you realized he didn’t care and could see how much he really wanted it.
You started breathing heavy and you looked down at him with his face smushed between your thighs. His top lip was all that could be seen of his mouth when he slid you up and down on his face, his nose poking at your clit each time you were moved upward.
Harry just needed to taste you. He was so hungry to have you in his mouth. Even though he was about to come with your cunt over his cock, he missed having you come in his mouth and having you the night before was nearly too much for him and he was obsessed. He needed more.
He was feeling pleasure course through his veins at your whimpers and gasps. His own cock was twitching in need. He felt his balls tighten when you grasped onto his hair and began writhing over his face. Your orgasm was about to unleash and Harry could feel you shaking. He had a tight hold on your thighs as he lapped and sucked away and to his total shock, he felt he was about to come as well. The taste and smell of you and the sounds you made went through his body and just as you moaned his name and began coming on his tongue, he started spurting ropes of come over his tummy and on his chest.
He moaned deeply into your cunt and squeezed his eyes closed when his sperm discharged from his tip and coated his abs and pecs. Your soft moans and your gushing orgasm were all he needed to orgasm himself, and he was in awe. That had never happened to him before. He was a sex demon, an incubus, after all. He was not easy to get off. He was known for being able to last and it made him a good lover to most. But you, you had him coming without even touching his prick.
You scooted yourself down Harry’s body and laid over him, and that’s when you felt how wet his chest was. You lifted your head and looked down between your body and his.
Harry laughed, “You made me come all over myself you taste so good. Fuck, Y/n. Never happened to me before.”
You both laughed a little and you were still feeling high and drifty from your orgasm when Harry led you to his bathroom to clean up. You were both a mess. Harry insisted on a quick shower together, and even though you were literally sitting on Harry’s face just minutes before you still felt shy about showering with him.
“You are so fucking cute. What am I gonna do with you? Hmm? I just ate you out while you pulled the ever-loving shit out of my hair when you came on my face and you don’t want me to see you naked in the shower? Come on, honey. Don’t be shy with me. I mean, look at me?! I have come allover myself – like a teenager who couldn’t help himself. If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me.” Harry tickled your ribs and you jumped and swatted his hands away.
You relented, as you tend to do with Harry and the shower was quick and even though you felt embarrassed by Harry’s ogling, you found yourself more pleased than anything. You were pleased at how much he seemed to like you and all the compliments he’d give you. You were also pleased that such a beautiful specimen of a man was yours and he was ogling you.
With reluctancy, you had to leave. Your parents needed some help with pre-Sunday set up, where you’d print the bulletins and fold them and get them ready for Sunday morning. Many of your Saturdays were wasted doing this for your parents. And normally you didn’t mind, but today, you would have much rather stayed with Harry.
He dropped you off at your car at the bar where it was left the night before and you saw a note attached under your windshield wiper. Harry walked you to your car and with his inquisitive nature and need for control he plucked up the note before you could so he could read it first.
He read over the contents and then handed it to you. It was from Marianna.
Please don’t tell me you went home with him. Text me when you get this. Curious to know if I hear from you tonight or tomorrow. I'll know. M
You rolled your eyes and sighed, looking up at Harry who couldn’t stop grinning down at you. He took the note from your hand and crumpled it up and tossed it on the ground.
“Takes care of that problem. You’ll just say you never saw it. She’ll never know. You don’t have to tell her.” He pulled you in and pinched your sides as you reached your arms over his shoulders. You were feeling so much more comfortable with Harry, every moment you spent together was nice and it made you feel special.
You nodded, “You’re right. I don’t have to tell her. I won’t. I’ll just play dumb.”
Harry leaned down and kissed your lips and then stood up straight, “Good girl. You’ll learn how to trick everyone soon enough.” He laughed and kept you close but you nudged at him.
“I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow at church?” You wished that Harry could come with you or that you could see him again but you didn’t want to overwhelm him or seem desperate. You wanted to act cool and unbothered, but the truth was that you really liked Harry’s presence and his scent and his voice and the way he looked at you. You’d never felt the way you do with Harry and it was probably your favorite feeling ever.
“Yes. I’ll be there.” Harry planned to see you later tonight of course, like the stalker he’s become since meeting you. He needed to meet with Danny, first. He’d been putting it off, but now that he could use the demon’s help (in perhaps figuring out a way to make you fall in love with Harry faster) he was more interested in keeping the appointment.
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Danny suggested meeting at bar in Pandemonium. Harry wasn’t always keen on going into Hell for meetings and it’s part of why he’s held off from meeting with Danny for so long. But Danny didn’t like stepping into mortal territory if he didn’t have to (unless a human summoned him and offered him something he wanted) and he knew that his knowledge and abilities were priceless and so demons needing him would go to him.
And that was true. Harry needed him. Danny wasn’t just a teacher, he had the ability to adjust and completely change the thinking of just about any creature. And Harry wanted to know if he could somehow gain the knowledge to do this with you. Or at least push you in the right direction a little faster.
Harry entered and settled in at the bar. He knew that as soon as he arrived, Danny would know and only be moments from appearing himself. See, Danny knows the thoughts of everyone. That made Harry a little nervous to be honest. What would Danny say of Harry’s obsession with you? He surely already knew.
Just like Harry imagined, Danny appeared and sat next to Harry with a heavy clap on Harry’s back, “Harry! My brother, how are you?”
Harry smiled at Danny and nodded, “I’m well. How are you, Danny?”
Danny let out a dark laugh and sniffed his nose, “I’m fine. But you, are not. You’re in limbo and you’re suffering. Tell me about Y/n.”
Harry remembered why he didn’t like meeting with Danny. Nothing was a secret to the demon. They hadn’t even begun and Danny was already in his brain, picking it apart.
“She’s probably not a human, or at least not a full one. There are things that are concerning but I am determined to make her carry my heir.”
Danny raised his brows and cocked a broad smile over his face and waved at the bartender, “Two glasses of Johnnie Walker Blue, neat.”
Turning towards Harry he looked down at his lips and then back up to his eyes, “You’re practically in love with the girl. Can smell her on your lips. Fuck. Never thought I’d see it. But she’s trouble. I don’t know if you can overcome it.”
Harry scoffed and licked his lips, “Not in love. I do find myself drawn to her, though. I know I can overcome it. I’m so close to getting her to give in to me.”
Danny smiled and nodded in condescension, “Right. Well, I can tell you that she’s not a mere human. I don’t know what she is because she herself doesn’t even know. Isn’t aware of it. But I can tell you that having her give in to you is one thing, but it’s quite another to have another demon or angel carry your heir. Do you understand the consequences of that? The responsibility?”
Harry sighed. Sometimes Danny was a dick, he was too smart and usually assumed others didn’t know much of anything and it grated Harry, “Of course I understand. I’m not a dolt. It will be a lot of power and the responsibility is something I can handle. But I’m…” Harry is cut off by the bartender handing each gentleman their drink.
Danny takes the opportunity to speak, “I can tell that you think you can handle it. But I don’t believe you can. She’s changing fast and I have a feeling her power is going to outweigh yours by leaps and bounds. When she finds out what she is, and she will because now that you’re creeping around her your power is rubbing off on her and she’s picking it all up, her spirit is absorbing everything and she’s growing aware and soon, she’ll realize her options are unlimited. I don’t think you understand the levity.”
Harry takes a sip and feels his heartrate pick up. He’s quite angry at what Danny is telling him and it can’t be true. You’re so sweet and so easy. There’s no way what he’s saying is right. Danny doesn’t know you.
“I think you’re wrong about this, Danny. I think I can make her mine.” Harry sips his whiskey.
Danny laughs, “Oh now you want her to be yours? I thought your duty was to just impregnant? I told you; you are in too deep. Her own powers, even though suppressed, are already altering your ability to think clearly. She’s more powerful than you, Harry. Even without understanding what she is, you’ve already practically become her slave.”
Harry looks around the bar. He’s ready to leave. He’s not going to listen to this bullshit. You’re his and he’s going to see to it that you stay that way. Perhaps Danny cannot help him in his quest after all.
“I came here to find out if there was anything I could do to convince her to fall in love with me. Are you able to help me with that or not?” Harry spits out.
Danny remains calm and slowly sips his whisky. He places it down carefully on the coaster and looks back to Harry, “I can’t help you with that. Soon, she’s not going to be affected by your spells or powers at all. She’s not like you, Harry. You’re kind of a basic demon. Sure, you've got swagger, and you’re smart and handsome and…”
“Fuck off with that, Danny. If you can’t help me then I don’t need to be here.” Harry makes a move to stand but Danny overpowers him and stops Harry from getting off his stool.
With Danny’s palm wrapped around Harry’s forearm, the demon suddenly takes on your own form, he appears as you do to Harry and it softens Harry for a moment, causing him to stop in his tracks. Then Danny laughs and returns back to his male form, “You should hear me, Harry. She’s making you weak. You’ve already been put under her spell, and she doesn’t even fucking know she’s able to do such a thing. If you continue on the path you’re taking I can’t tell you how it will turn out. I can’t read the future, but the present is telling. And this isn’t going to turn out how you expect.”
"I'm going to continue as planned but thank you for the advice." Harry clenches his jaw and seethes to himself as he gets up from the stool.
"Oh, and Harry?" Danny grasps Harry's wrist gently as Harry turns to look at the demon, "Call on me when you don't get what you need from her. Happy to assist whenever. I can't give you an heir, but I can make you feel good. You'll just need to come down here to get it, though." Danny smirks and then lets his eyes cascade down over Harry's frame and then back up.
Harry's brows raise as he keeps his eyes on Danny in slight surprise. He hadn't expected Danny to make such an offer, but it's certainly not out of the realm of possibility now that it's on the table, Harry thinks to himself. Perhaps Danny would do if Tamie is unavailable, but he still has a couple more days before it becomes necessary.
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It was not what Harry wanted to hear. Danny was a wealth of knowledge and his wisdom was sought after but Harry deemed his information to be wrong. He couldn’t be right. How could it be that you were a powerful demon or angel, or whatever you were? And all this time you never knew or had an inkling of anything? He just didn’t think it was possible. And if you were, then he would find a way. You would be his no matter what. He was only more determined.
He needed to be around you again so he found his way to where you were. You and your parents were still at the church but it looked as if you were just about finished with everything when he arrived.
He walked behind you to see you packing pamphlets in a box and you were suddenly startled and turned to see Harry.
“Harry?!” Your eyes were wide and you had a look of shock on your face.
Harry also had a look of shock on his own face. Because he was supposed to under a veil of invisibility, but you could see him and you were making direct eye contact with him.
“Uhh… hi? Sorry, I was coming here to, um… see if I could fill out that form for the, uh, conference, but I should have let you know. Or I could have just waited til tomorrow…” Harry was stunned as he released the invisibility veil. He didn’t want your parents to be alarmed when you were speaking to someone invisible that only you could see.
You were happy to see Harry, just surprised, “Oh… yeah. Well, let’s do it tomorrow. We’re about to leave and get dinner. Um… sorry.”
Harry shook his head, glad that he had come up with something at the last second to explain his presence, even if it was a terrible excuse, “No! Don’t be sorry. I was just in the area, really, and saw your car here still and thought I’d just see. But tomorrow! Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
You smiled warmly at him and looked around to make sure no one saw as you leaned up to your tip toes and kissed his cheek, “Yeah. Tomorrow, Harry.”
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Love Song for a Vampire Pt.13
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Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Bella Swan
Warnings: none
Words: 2597
Summary: You take it upon yourself to go find Bella.
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Even when you managed to fall asleep, you were plagued by nightmares of Bella. Bloodless faces of newborns tear your pack limb from limb. All felt lost.
The following morning you awoke with dread in your chest that weighed you down into your mattress. Tomorrow was the day. So many lives were on the line and you were now allowing it to sink into you. If you all failed. . . The people of Forks and La Push would be in imminent danger and there would be no one to protect them. It would be a free for all for the newborn army, hungry after a battle.
Your parents and your friends could all be dead by the end of tomorrow. Now your side had lost the element of surprise by having Bella’s scent. Everyone was waiting for a surprise attack from Victoria.
“(Y/n)? Are you still in bed?” Your mom tentatively knocks on your door. Normally if they know you’ve been out on patrol, your parents will allow you to sleep in. Lately they could sense your anxiety and checked in on you frequently.
You roll yourself up, rubbing the heel of your palm against your eyes. Only able to get about three hours worth of sleep, you were not prepared to go out into the world. “Yes. But I’ve been awake for a while.”
The door opens and your mom’s concerned face pokes in. “Breakfast is ready. Why don’t you come out and eat with us.”
Nodding you start to slip out of bed, eyes still closed and struggling to flutter open. Once you finally do manage to wake up a bit and head toward your bedroom door, your mom gently stops you; putting her left hand against your cheek where the scab had been long gone. Now there was a dark scar that plagued your complexion.
So easy was it to read how your mom was feeling. Her eyes had always been so expressive. Now you read the deep worry that plagued her thoughts when she looked upon your face. Knowing that it was your fault made your chest throb uncomfortably. “Why don’t you call Sam and tell him to let you have the day off. You can use the rest.”
You would love nothing more than to do just that. But you couldn’t. Not now. Your pack needed everyone in attendance. “I can’t, ma.” She presses her lips together yet yields and bows her head lightly. “(Y/n), you don’t have to do this. You know that right? No matter what everyone else says, it’s your choice. Don’t put yourself in danger because you think you have to.”
A little laugh escapes you. “Ma. . . Thanks for saying that, but I don’t really have a choice. Not really. What else would I do with this gift?” Gift, you called it. But it felt more like a curse. It’s made you do things that you would have never done had you been just a normal human. Originally you had thought turning into a wolf was the coolest thing in the world. Come to learn that there was so many strings attached to it. Now it was ruining your life.
Closing her eyes, your mom gathers you into her arms. “I want you to be happy and safe, (y/n).”
If she only knew the extent of your duties. Lately you had neither been happy nor safe. Tomorrow you might not even be alive.
Negative thoughts swirled in your head like a snow globe. Knowing that you could die very soon made you cling to your mother in comfort. At least you were safe in her arms for a few moments.
You finished your breakfast just in time to catch the ring of your front door. Your dad had already been getting up to clear the table, but at the announcement of a guest he puts down the plates and hurries over.
“Afternoon Mr. (l/n).” Embry’s voice rang clear and it makes you rise and stride over to where your father stood.
“Hello Embry.” Managing an awkward smile, your dad glances at you for a moment. “That time, huh?”
“I didn’t get a call from Sam or anyone else in the pack.”
“They’re all out at the Cullen border.” Embry quietly informs you, unsure of how much to share while your dad was present. “Charlie is with them.”
You were great up that you at least had been giv en enough time to finish your.breakfast before throwing yourself back into the dangerous world of vampires and wolves. Giving your dad a brief side hug and saying goodbye to your mom, you head out with Embry.
No words had been spoken between the two of you since Edward’s phone call yesterday. Even passing the crest of the forest that lined your home, Embry remained quiet.
And when he did speak, it wasn’t about the hurt he had felt seeing you so enamored by Edward’s voice. “Charlie showed up at Billy’s a little while ago. He insists that he has a hand in the plan to save his daughter.”
“He definitely can’t join the actual fighting. The best thing he could do for us is make sure no human is around this area tomorrow.” Quietly musing, you hop over a large tree root that you used to make forts in. If you were missing, your parents always searched there first.
Embry nods. “Yeah, that’s what Sam said. But that doesn’t mean he can’t know about the plan. He just can’t participate physically.”
“So why are they at the Cullen border?”
“Best to have everyone present. Especially now since Charlie is involved. The Cullens can better explain the history leading up to Bella’s kidnapping. They have much to explain about all of Bella’s previous injuries.” When you found yourselves into the heart of the forest, both of you turn around and start to strip before changing into your wolf skin.
Once inside of your wolf, you hear the voices of your other pack members. The louder their voices grew in your head, the closer you grew to your destination. Even before then you smelled Edward’s scent. The one you try to retain each time. Vainly attempting to remember it while you went to sleep.
”Looks like (y/n) and Embry are finally here.” You heard Leah sneer.
Of course she couldn’t be nice for once. Not even when a startled Charlie accidentally bumps into her at the sight of you and Embry’s wolf forms. Recognition crosses his eyes when he takes a good look in your direction.
“You’re the one that saved me.” He acknowledges you.
Your tail sways cordially and you nod your head.
“That’s (y/n).” Carlisle smiles.
“And which one is Jacob?”
A deep russet wolf walks forward, meeting Charlie’s gaze. Cautiously, Charlie holds out his hand in front of him.
“That’s really you, Jake?”
Jacob bumps Charlie’s hand with his nose. ”Yeah, it’s me Charlie. I promise we’ll get Bella back.”
“He says that we’ll get Bella back.” Edward translates for everyone else who couldn’t hear what Jacob was thinking.
Charlie pats Jacob’s muzzle. “I know.”
You noticed how warm Charlie was toward Jacob, having his back turned to Edward and nearly treating him as if he weren’t there. Perhaps because the truth was out and Edward had failed to protect Bella from a supernatural foe that not even Charlie could deal with. He had entrusted his daughter to him. Charlie couldn’t fight this foe himself which must have frustrated the mortal man to no end.
Sympathy for Edward arose in your conscience. For such a powerful man, he looked helpless being ignored by Charlie. Bella’s kidnapping distressed him greatly; perhaps more than Charlie. For Edward did consider himself guilty. He wasn’t there to protect her. In fact, some may argue that he had brought all this danger to her because he was a vampire. If he had been normal, Bella would not have had to know this kind of world. A world where creatures drank blood to survive.
“Chief Swan.” Carlisle pulls his attention back to why they were all gathered. Human, wolf, and vampire alike. While the treaty rules were still up, at least all three of you could still manage to unite at least for Bella’s sake. Bella connected all three worlds to each other. “The confrontation with Victoria’s newborn army will be upon us tomorrow. Alice can still confirm that much. But Bella’s role in it has not been seen. We don’t know what Victoria plans for Bella.”
“Obviously nothing good.” If Jacob had his human face, you knew he’d have it scrunched up, like he thought Carlisle an idiot.
Thankfully Edward didn’t translate Jacob’s internal musing.
Charlie puts his hands in his pant pocket, perhaps out of a nervous fashion. “So you guys plan on fighting them while luring this Victoria away?”
“That was our original plan. We were going to use Bella’s scent to lure her in but now they might have the same idea.”
“Does she know about the wolves?”
“Yes. A while ago the wolves and Victoria crossed paths. But I don’t think she knows of us working together.” Carlisle admits.
Emmett, who had been unusually quiet, scoffed and narrowed his eyes at your side. “She probably thinks we’re enemies thanks to that big guy crashing into me.”
Paul snaps his jaws in Emmett’s direction. ”That leech was the one who got in my way!”
Sending Paul a silencing growl, Sam reprimands him. ”Stop acting like a child. Put aside your petty grievances.”
Having heard that prompted a small smile from Edward. Sam was giving him a little more respect since saving him.
“And Alice. . . ?” There was a tone of hopefulness in Charlie’s voice. Alice regretted shaking her head in reply.
“I can’t force my visions. They come at random. I’m sorry Charlie. . .” Alice bit her lip and darted her eyes away, unable to look at him anymore.
The man managed to maintain his calm composure although you did detect the reddening of his eyes. He didn’t let his emotions sway his actions. Something no one in your pack would be able to successfully achieve. Intense emotions sparked the wolf in you and made you do many things you would regret. The chances of saving Bella before the fight was unlikely.
Sam told the younger wolves (including yourself) to get some rest for tomorrow. He and the other seasoned pack members would be doing the patrol. How could anyone sleep with doom being held over your head? Nothing had comforted you in the conversation with Charlie. At least he would do his part in keeping any human away from the battlefield. That much he was able to do.
While Emily forced Seth to head home, you and your trio of boys go in the other direction where your homes waited. All four of you were quiet and contemplative. Quil, Jacob, and Embry hung out in the back. You noted that it had been a while since all three of them had been together. Ever since becoming part of Sam’s pack, there was a derisive split between them which saddened you. In your childhood, they had always been seen together like the Three Stooges. They were iconic among La Push. Now they were splintered.
Your parents were surprised that you were home so early, despite it only being fifteen after four in the afternoon. They were used to you coming home late at night or early in the morning.
“Is everything okay?” Your dad asks, double checking the hands on his watch. He must have just come home for work as he was now in his house slippers.
Looking at your dad, you force a small smile on your face to make his worried look disappear. “Yeah.” Once you’re safely inside of your bedroom, you sit on the floor and stare into space. Unconsciously your fingertips run along the scar on your face, your mind replaying the image of Xiomara’s contorted face and black eyes. You had been able to see your own terrified face staring back at you through her glossy eyes.
Thinking back on it always made your body begin to shake as you relive the horror. Seeing the dead body of the witch who was supposed to help you. The sounds that emitted from Xiomara’s twisted mouth as it morphed into a beak.
A cold sweat buds on your skin and you feel sick as you shut your eyes. But you could still see her. You were alive and she was dead, but Xiomara’s monstrous features never left you.
Bella came to mind suddenly.
She must be feeling the same terror. Believing that she was about to die at the hands of a hideous monster. Alone.
Like a reflex, you were on your feet and hand on the doorknob. Your heart raced. You couldn’t leave Bella like that. To wait and wonder all while suffering torment from the vampires. Feeling like a helpless child.
“Oh no.” You breathed, unable to remove your hand from the knob. “I’m about to do something stupid.” Hadn’t you learned from last night not to act hastily. But imagining Bella by herself killed you more than you thought it would. Shouldn’t you be taking this time to rejoice that they might kill her? Then you would have Edward all to yourself. You weren’t that kind of person, no matter how much you wanted not to care about her. “I’m about to do something stupid. . . I’m sorry Sam.”
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Alice doubled over where she stood, her hands clamping down on either side of her head as she suppressed a cry. Jasper was at her side in seconds, helping her to sit down until it passed. She could even hear the concerned voices of her other family members. Just a piercing pain that struck her head and deafening ringing in her ears. Eyes squeezed shut, streaks like lightening rip through her mind. In them were like slow moving videos. (y/n) appeared to be the star as Alice could see her exiting a thicket of trees to come across a paved highway. She was in her human form and at first looked uncertain until she seems to confirm her actions and continues onward.
Her head pulsated when she struggled to look further, knowing that the only other occasion she had felt like this was when (y/n) was in grave danger. The future wouldn't let her though and soon the ringing in her ears faded out. Drilling in her skull slowly dissipated as well. This vision left her feeling weak, weaker than the last one. Alice was breathing heavily, allowing Jasper to mellow her.
When she opened her eyes, everyone was staring at her; only Edward knowing what was going on. He knew that stretch of highway. He had been there last night. With (y/n). She was going to find Bella by herself. Despite Sam's orders, she was going alone with no one else; taking it upon herself to rescue the girl that was her rival.
"I know where she is." Edward said quickly. He didn't want to waste anytime. This wouldn't be something she could do alone, as noble as it was. She needed help.
With her head in her hands, Alice gazes at Edward. "Hurry. Even if she is in her human form, who knows how far she'll make it before she runs into trouble."
Edward nods and in a flash he's already out the door, crossing the front lawn and into the depths of the woods.
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Free day! - Blupjeans Week, day 6
My @blupjeansweek prompts are part of a story find the others here: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 or on Ao3
“So why haven’t you told her how you feel yet?”
Barry nearly dropped the milk he was trying to pull from the fridge. She couldn’t just say things like that, what if Lup heard? “Mummig!” He said indignantly, face hot with embarrassment. Apparently the robust walls he’d tried to build around his feelings for Lup were tissue paper levels of flimsy as far as Marlena was concerned. Of course he knew she’d see through him. She always saw through him. But he thought maybe he could get away with it for more than a minute, at least a day, but apparently not. “Ssssh. What if she hears you?”
“Shall we take our coffee out to the porch then?” Okay, so Barry had no stay of execution, they were definitely going to have to talk about this. Then Marlena smiled wide and soft. “It’s nice to have a cup waiting for me. Thank you Barry.”
There was no world in which he didn’t make the two cups. Lup wouldn’t be awake for hours yet, but in this house? Here the quiet mornings belonged to Barry and Marlena. Instead of his usual solo research hours, they’d take the coffee pot and sit on the porch. Usually they’d watch the deer, rock idly, talk about anything, everything, nothing; but apparently today, they were going to talk about Lup. Him and Lup. Specifically his feelings for Lup. While Lup slept upstairs in his bed. Great. Good. That was fine. Barry could do that.
Situated and settled, Marlena eased him in with stories of their neighbours - no one had changed, this place was constant. Barry wanted to believe it was constant anyway. It was good to know he could always come back and find it unchanged. “But that’s enough of that, I’m going to ask again, Barry. Why haven’t you told her yet?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” It wouldn’t work, of course it wouldn’t work, Marlena was magic, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try.
She levelled him with a look that he’d always squirmed under. She saw through him, right past his meaty exterior to find bits of soul to read.. “Barry, beautiful, kind, intelligent son of mine. You have been in love with this wonderful woman since at least half way through your first degree. Sooner really, but I don’t think you knew it then. So why haven’t you told her yet?”
“I…” Barry started. Then promptly stopped. He didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t you think she deserves to know?” Marlena’s tone was light, gentle with a hint of concern. Barry didn’t want to cry, he didn’t need to cry. He could talk about this. He loved Lup, Lup didn’t love him, it was a fact of life, nothing to be upset about.
“She doesn’t feel the same.” He said quietly, quickly. He knew why he hadn’t told Lup, it was because he was a coward. If he didn’t say anything he couldn’t be rejected.
“Don’t you think she deserves to decide that, Barry, not you?” Marlena asked, head cocked curiously.
“I…” Barry petered out. There was a long pause.
“Do you trust Lup?” Marlena asked.
“Yes” Barry answered fast, he didn’t even need to think about it.
“Do you think she’d ever purposefully do anything to hurt you?”
“No.” He knew that was true as well.
“Well then, I won’t say anymore about it, but I want you to think on what I’ve said... Now, tell me again about what they asked in your viva?”
“I’ve already told you three times, Mummig, surely you’re bored of it by now?” Barry knew she didn’t understand most of it, but he also knew she’d listen to him explain it for hours if he wanted to.
“Never.” She laughed and shook her head. “How could I get bored of hearing you talk about something you love so much? My little boy, all grown up and doing ethical necromancy.” Marlena pretended to wipe away a tear.
“Fine, but you have to tell me about the field archery tournament next. I want to hear the story about the badger sculpture again.”
They refilled their mugs, rocked slowly, and talked away the first chill of morning.
– “Moooornnnnning.” Lup called through the porch door.
“Lup! Would you like to come join us, dear? Grab a mug from the kitchen, there’s still plenty of coffee in the pot, Barry hasn’t long topped it up.”
“I’d love to, anything you need while I’m there?”
The thing Barry loved about rituals is that they could be the same and new and different all at once. He’d sat on this porch a million times with Marlena, watched the dew on the grass steam and wisp to nothing and felt anchored here. Not by weight, but by wanting. When Lup joined them, shuffling Barry to the side so she can perch in the space beside him and throw her legs across his, it was different, but it was still all the things he loved. It was still home.
– Lup made lunch. She insisted that Marlena should ‘make the most of having a baller chef on staff for the week’ and cheerfully instructed Barry as her kitchen porter. Afterwards, full and appreciative, they all dozed as the television played nonsense in the background. Lup couldn’t be still for long though, and Barry could tell her limit was approaching as she tried unsuccessfully to subdue her need to fidget.
“Shall we go for a walk?” He asked the room.
Lup was out of her seat immediately and almost ran towards the front door. “Wanna show me the old den you built?” She asked, pulling on her boots. “I bet there’s still a bit of it there. If not, you can point out where everything was. It’d be fun to see Baby Barry engineering.”
“You two go ahead.” Marlena waved them off. “I’m going to stay here, big plans for dinner, but I’ll need to stay close to keep an eye on everything. Have a nice time, and don’t worry about rushing back.”
Barry laced his boots, opened the door, and waved. Marlena waved back, and waited until Lup turned away to give him an encouraging thumbs up. Barry suppressed a groan. He supposed she had only promised not to say anything more on the matter, gestures were fair game, but still.
They crunched across the short path to the woods and Lup idly hooked her pinky finger with his. “So, you know how your window’s over the porch?” She said, not breaking her stride, not looking anywhere but the path ahead as they entered the tree line.
Barry did, now that Lup mentioned it, know his window was over the porch. He was willing to bet Marlena knew that too. Was Lup mentioning it because she overheard or just for unrelated architecture based reasons? She hadn’t ever felt compelled to comment on window placement before though… Maybe if he just ran it wouldn’t be weird? He could hitchhike home, leave Lup the car, and by the time she got back to town she would have forgotten why she was angry with him. Although, actually, she didn’t sound angry, her voice wasn’t raised or at Lup’s scary quiet rage register either. “Uh… yeah.”
“Well, I woke up early today. Birds, you know. Noise is different in the countryside.” She squeezed his finger once, reassuringly. She was still here, grounding him, checking in with him.
Barry nodded. “Uh huh?”
Lup stopped and turned to face him. “I just want you to know, I trust you too, Bear, completely and utterly, and that means I trust you to tell me whenever you’re ready.”
Barry didn’t bother bluffing. He didn’t want to. Instead, he wrapped Lup in a hug. He wasn’t ready today, but soon. He’d tell her soon.
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A Moment's Surprise--Chapter 15
Whether it’s called an accident or the fates of the universe, you and Calum find yourselves taking on the next level of your relationship: parenthood.
Reader (Gender Neutral) X Calum. Multi-chapter Series.
Series Note: Across this series, pregnancy is discussed thoroughly. While I have made this series specifically a reader insert and have done my best to avoid coding for cis women, I am taking this moment to acknowledge that this content may not be suitable for every reader. I want to acknowledge even if I’ve been careful some things (like uteri) are still mentioned and if that causes you discomfort please DO NOT read this. You may keep scrolling (as there is a read more) / skip this series as necessary.
Series Masterlist
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7| Chapter 8 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 16 | Epilogue
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Calum’s gentle as he lowers Amiri into the bassinet. He lets himself bend over, Amiri still tucked up against his chest and once he’s close enough to the bed, Calum’s careful to rest the baby down. Amiri lets out a little huff but otherwise stays content and asleep in his wrap. As softly as he can, Calum takes small steps back. He’s mindful of his house shoes so they don’t cause too much noise against the hardwood floors. Once he’s sure Amiri is settled, Calum turns his attention over to you. The irony isn't lost on him how much effort went into converting the guest room only for Amiri to sleep in your shared bedroom. It was agreed this would be temporary, but for the time being, Calum’s grateful to be close by for his baby boy. 
You lay curled up on the right side of the bed. Calum took the mid morning shift as he likes to call it. You woke up early to feed, bathe, and change and Calum only got max an hour more sleep than you. And then he took over and you’d get a couple extra hours of sleep before waking again. Then Calum would nap a little--usually an hour to an hour and half--and by about the afternoon both of you were up and about. As much as Calum wanted to share every second with the two of you, he was grateful to have those stolen moments. When Amiri stares at up him and grins, Calum’s heart soars. He knows in that moment that there is nothing else that he wants more ever than the smile on his son’s face.
Calum presses a kiss to your forehead. You stir just a little but his voice is quiet and quick to reassure you. “It’s okay. Just want to give you some love.”
Your smile is shaded in the sleep that you’re under but he still takes it. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
He leaves the two of you to rest, but makes sure to clip the baby monitor to his hip. With an exhale, Calum turns to the house spotting Duke sauntering by him and pausing at the bedroom door. “He’s sleeping, man. When he’s awake you can guard him,” Calum teases. Though Calum had hoped Duke wouldn’t be too bad with Amiri, he’s shocked at just how much Duke has taken to him. When Amiri’s out and not strapped to one of their chests, Duke is right there at the edge of the seat or mat taking careful watch. The smallest coo or even occasionally fart perks Duke’s ears and Duke’s off to get one of you two. 
Duke settles for just a moment before he carries on to the backyard. Calum turns to get the laundry he wanted to get started earlier going again, a diaper change interrupted the work previously. As the machine fills, Calum continues to the backdoor. There, his mother sits in one of the plush chairs, book in hand. 
Like she can sense him approaching, she turns and waves Calum closer. “You two hungry yet? I can get lunch started now, so you can get a little extra sleep too.”
“I’m okay for now. We’ll see what they say once they wake,” Calum offers, knowing that you may or may not be hungry either. 
“Ah, I’m shocked you don't have Amiri tucked in close,” Joy laughs. 
“He’s done for a nap too,” Calum answers. He settles across from his mother, moving the baby monitor from his hip to the front of his shirt to ensure he can hear should anything go on. It’s only been a few days since you’ve all returned home. Calum doesn’t hardly check his phone much other than to update the guys about what’s going on or send pictures. But even he knows the lingering questions are primed behind everyone’s teeth. Though Amiri was born only a couple weeks shy of his due date, the Oceania tour dates still remain. Calum had yet to make up his mind about whether or not he’d continue. But he knew soon he’d have to make up his mind so that the dates could be either rescheduled or tickets refunded. But he didn’t really want to think about it. Because he knows the choice he’s going to make. 
“How are you feeling?” Joy asks. 
“Okay. I’d definitely be more frazzled if not for you being here. Speaking of, Dad said his flight is all good to take off tomorrow or today for him? Time zones,” Calum laughs. Though he’d been sleeping better than he thought he would there was still some mental fog that had yet been cut. 
“Oh, he’s going to spoil Amiri. God the two of them are going to be thick as thieves.” Joy is happy that David is able to finally make it out, but she can see something else eating away at her son. Something else is lingering behind his eyes. “Spit it out. Before it eats you alive.” 
“I wanna keep the Oceania dates. I want to finish out this tour strong and then spend the next year just secluded away with my family,” Calum confesses. His mother will always be able to get the truth out of him. 
“If that’s what you want, then it’s what you want.”
“Everyone else is going to think I’m insane. They’re going to ask me, ‘Are you sure?’ and I don’t want to deal with that.”
“Your team or the lovely human being sleeping in the bedroom? Who’s everyone?”
There it was. There’s the truth that Calum hadn’t even unearthed himself. Would you be okay with it? Would you want him here to help more before going off for another two weeks? The last thing he wanted to do was cause you stress. 
Joy takes the silence in stride, only watching the wheels of Calum’s mind spinning through the pull of his brow. “All you can do is talk and see.”
“Yeah, I know. I just-it wasn’t a hard delivery and we’re on the up. But I don’t want my leaving to put them in a spiral, you know?”
“How long is David staying in town?”
“Well into the new year. I think he’s leaving the first week of February so he will be here for my birthday too.”
“Oceania dates aren’t until the end of next month. That’s still a month of you being home to bond with Amiri and make sure that when you go, the two of them are straight. And then David and I will be here as well. And for Christmas, their family is coming into town as well. There’s a lot of support,” Joy reasons. 
When it was all laid out it didn’t feel like such a bad thing to want. Calum nods along to what his mother is saying. “Gonna be a full house for a while. You’re sure you’re okay with rooming with Dad?”
“Love, I was married to him. It’ll be fine.”
His parents still supported him and never made a fuss when sharing a room. And it’s in moments like this that he’s grateful for it. “Let me know, okay? We can always work something out. Dad is staying in a hotel for ten days once he lands before coming here. Just to make sure he’s good before meeting Amiri.”
“Does that mean if you leave for tour you’ll self isolate too?” Joy asks. 
Calum nods at the question. He catches just the faintest hint of a whine starting up and he’s starting to push up from the chair before he catches your voice floating in through the monitor. The whines quiet but it doesn’t stop Calum from getting up. “I don’t want to risk his health or theirs.”
Joy watches Calum start back towards the house. “My son,” she laughs. “At least we raised him right.”
Calum cracks open the bedroom door and he finds you sitting up on the bed with Amiri on your chest. “You two okay?” he asks softly. 
“Yeah. He got just a little fussy. I’ll get him back down here in a second.”
“You up or going to lay back down once Amiri’s settled?” Next to Calum’s feet, he feels something shuffle by and he spots Duke sauntering up to the bed. He steps through to help the old man up and Duke settles in on your lap, his snout resting on your stomach just a little to watch Amiri. 
“I’m up if you want to nap now.”
Calum crosses the room and settles on the bed by your feet. “I think I’m okay for now. I think we need to talk.”
“About?”
“Oceania dates,” Calum returns. 
You only look at him. Your attention lifts from Amiri to Calum and Calum sees the ways your eyes flick over his face. “You want to go don’t you?”
He nods. “But once this tour is over, I want to come back to you and Amiri and it’s just us three.  It’s been so long since we’ve last toured and I don’t want to let those fans down. But I also don’t want to stress you out. It feels like I keep trying to have it all.”
The seconds weigh down around Calum. You inhale deeply and then shuffle to get Duke out of your lap and get Amiri back into the bassinet. Calum watches you the entire time. “How long are those dates again?”
“It’ll be closer to two weeks. And with the way things are, I’d have to self isolate once I’m back in the States too. And I know it’s not ideal, I know it’s not.”
Facing him again, Calum sees the way you’re thinking. He stands and the two of you quietly shuffle out of the room. “What is it?” Calum asks, getting the bedroom door closed just enough. He moves the baby monitor back to his hip. 
“You talk about this tour but there’s going to be another. It’s not just me anymore, Cal. We have Amiri now. What happens after the next album and the next tour? What do we do then when you leave? Amiri needs his dad; I want him to have his dad around-call it selfish, I don’t care.”
Calum takes your hands. “Baby, I don’t have the answers to those questions. And I can’t and don’t want to make promises that future me can’t keep. But I am telling you right now. That I don’t want to leave again after Oceania. I want to spend the whole of next year at your side and with Amiri. I want to watch him grow up for the next year and of course I want to be there for everything. I want to be there for him and you. But I don’t know the future. I can tell you right now that whatever does comes next will be a discussion between you and I and we will work to make sure you feel supported should I have to go again.”
You drop your head into the wall behind you. “I know it’s not fair. But I’m a worrier, remember. You did say you wanted to marry me so here I am.”
Calum presses in closer to you, guiding your arms around his waist as he takes hold of your cheeks to steady your gaze on him. “I still do. I know this isn’t easy. I keep asking of you, but I want you to know it’s not just because I’m trying to be selfish. I finish out this tour, it’s money in the bank. We won’t have to fuss or keep quiet about paying bills around Amiri. That wasn’t fun to grow up around and I don’t want that for my family at all. When I come back home, we’ll have family lunches with the three of us where I pick you up from work on your break. And I can buy Amiri and I matching outfits and you can rant and rave about how ridiculous it all is. You’ll kiss me because you love me. I’ll reveal that we got you a matching shirt because I love you. And we’ll be a family. More so than we already are.”
“Is this a promise you can keep?” Your words fall out shakily, thanks to the tears that are forming in your eyes. 
“Absolutely, love. This is a promise I absolutely can keep,” Calum whispers. 
“I’m holding you to it. I want a matching ridiculous shirt or chain or something. The next year-save anything extreme-it’s just us three.”
“And you will have it, babe.” 
The two of you share a kiss--it’s tender as Calum holds you gently and you grip onto his t-shirt.
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Ashton steps out of the van first to watch Calum and you descend down the front steps. The two of you have briefly introduced the rest of the band to Amiri. Though you two mostly just wanted as much time with him before Calum went back on tour. But you walk hand in hand with Calum down the front steps. Amiri’s strapped in around your chest and even though it is early in the morning, he seems to be semi alert. 
The suitcase rolls behind Calum and he can’t help but giggle at the sight of the rest of the guys piling out of the van. They approach gently. You turn to the side so they can get a peek at the baby. Amiri is blessed and cursed. Though his cheeks aren’t quite as chubby as Calum’s, he did get Calum’s nose and big brown eyes. “By God, those Hood genes are strong,” Ashton teases. “You look just like your pops, Amiri.”
“Wanna say hi to Uncle Ashton?” you pose to the child. His eyes drift to your face and his smile brightens. “Oh,” you laugh, “not say hi to Matua. Say hi to Ash, buddy.”
“I’m your Uncle Ash,” Ashton’s voice is soft. His fingers brush softly over the bottom of Amiri’s socked foot. “Oh, that’s wild to say.”
“Let me see him,” Luke huffs and Ashton slips behind you. You catch Calum and Ashton greeting each other, but then your attention flicks back to Luke who’s cooing down at Amiri. “Ash is right. I love you, but he looks just like Calum.”
“It’s alright. My genes will win the next round,” you laugh. 
“Two kids? Y’all aren’t wasting time,” Luke laughs, pushing up at the bottom of Amiri’s foot. The movement widens his smile up at Luke. 
“Not yet, but eventually yeah,” you answer. 
“Be good, Amiri, until Uncle Luke gets back alright. Then we can be bad together.” Luke’s slightly squeal-like laughter leaves him as he scurries away due to your hot stare. “You can’t be mad at me with an adorable baby on your chest.”
“Calum, can you hold Amiri so I can be mad at Luke?”
“Don’t do it,” Luke pleads to Calum. “Don’t do it, man.”
But Calum reaches in and gets Amiri safely in his arms.  You stalk behind Luke. “I did it,” he calls out but Luke is already ducking behind Ashton. When you catch up to him, you just wrap him up in a hug as he laughs. 
“Can’t stay mad too long,” you return, punching lightly at Luke’s shoulder. 
“We need Uncle dates with the little man,” Ashton chimes in. “Just us bros,” he clarifies. 
You nod at the request. It’s reasonable enough and you know that Calum’s not one to let the offer just sit on the table knowing how close he is to all of them. “Of course, I wouldn’t want to keep you all from him. But my baby better now wind up with a wrap sheet before he’s two.”
“We’re not that bad, c’mon,” Ashton snickers, slipping an arm around your shoulders. “Earlier in my youth, maybe. But not now. Not when my brothers are startin’ families.”
“Irwin, you seem to forget that I know you,” you laugh. And it’s not entirely false that you know Ashton did have more of a wild streak in him. Though now he was about his peace and interconnection to the universe, Calum did not hold back on the details of the nights he spent with Ashton roaming cities. Where Calum looked too innocent for his own good, Ashton had a face that was handsome and read just how mischievous he might get or once was. 
Ashton’s laughter is contagious, but his hold is warm and sincere. “Ah, maybe you got me. But Amiri will be safe. We’ll be sure of it. And we’ll make sure Calum is too while we’re gone.”
“Thanks, Ash. It means a lot.”
Above the tender moment, Calum’s wheezing laugh--one where it cuts out and then he gets a gust of air to let out a sound before it cuts out again-- rings out. “Babe,” he calls out, turning just a little to see where you landed. All of you--you, Ashton, and Luke, trail over and when you approach, you spot Michael holding up a plush of an xbox controller. 
“Michael, where in the world did you get that?” you ask. 
“I have my sources. But it’s for Amiri. So he can practice while Calum’s away on tour and then when we get back, we can tag him in for a game or two,” Michael offers. 
Calum’s laughing too hard to respond, but you swallow back down the snickers enough to get out a response. “I’ll make sure to squeeze practice time in between his morning poop and his second bottle.”
“Sounds perfect to me,” Michael counters. 
You hadn’t even noticed David walking up but he takes the plushy while giving the rest of the boys hugs. It’s clear that the clock is ticking away its last seconds. Calum hands Amiri off to his mother, when his hands are free he cups your cheeks. “I love you.” The words are nothing more than a whisper but you feel them down to your toes. 
“I love you,” you return. 
“Send me all the pictures and updates okay? I don’t care if it’s just him sleeping or you grocery shopping. I want everything.”
You trail your fingers up the lines of his forearms. “I will.”
Calum drops his forehead to yours. And you know in this moment as much as Calum wanted to do this, to finish out the tour, it’s killing him more and more as the seconds tick away. Everything that he wanted was here and everything he’s got to do is out in the world far away. The curse of responsibilities, the curse of his profession, as much as it had blessed him, it would always come with a slight cost. 
“We’re not going anywhere, love. Amiri and I will be right here when you get back,” you whisper against his lips. 
Calum seals his lips around yours, to swallow down the promise you’ve just uttered. And then he has to go. He knows the flight won’t wait forever. You know that it’s killing him. But Calum goes and you wish him well. Joy gives Amiri’s arm a small lift so he waves and then the van rolls down the street, down away from the house. 
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Calum looks out the window for as long as he can at the sight of you and Amiri surrounded by his parents. The van rounds the corner and you’ve slipped into the rearview mirror. Calum falls back into the seat and is greeted by the tiny smile Luke gives him. “You’ll be back before you know it,” he offers softly. 
“I really hope so,” Calum returns. 
“Oh, I’m regretting that protein shake now,” Michael mutters from their left. Calum looks over and shakes his head. 
“I don’t want a gassy car ride, man,” Ashton huffs. 
“No, it’s not that. I can just still taste it--chalky,” Michael returns. 
“I’ve got gum,” Calum offers and Michael nods. Calum reaches into the small pocket of his backpack. He spies something white and thick. He distinctly does not remember putting that in there when he packed yesterday. He pulls it out and notices your handwriting on the cover, “Dad,” it reads. His heart hammers in his chest. What have you done? 
“You okay?” Ashton asks. 
“Ye-yeah,” Calum breathes out, putting the envelope into his lap and then resumes his search for gum. Once he finds it, he tosses it over to Michael. 
“Thanks,” Michael returns. 
Calum keeps attention on the card. The roads are mostly smooth beneath them and he knows they’ve hit the highway. He flips the card back over and sees only a small gold sticker is holding the envelope close. Easy enough to pop and a card stares back up at him. He fishes it out. His ears are ringing. What have you done?
Two polaroids slip down from the card. Calum’s not fast enough to get them before they land in his lap. But one lands face up--of Calum and Amiri together. Calum’s stretched out on the couch with Amiri on his chest. The sharpie at the bottom of the photo reads, “Nap time.” Calum flips over the other one and it’s a picture of you, tongue poking out as you hold Amiri to your chest. The bottom holds a caption too, “10/10 Burps.” Calum’s vision blurs for a second, but he carries on to look back at the handwriting in the card. 
Dear Dad, 
Firstly, I’m dictating this to Matua and they’re writing this down--but yes, it’s really me speaking to you. Really, it’s me, Amiri. 
Anyways, I know I’m young right now. Maybe much too young for you to think I could dictate a card, but I wanted to let you know that the last few weeks of being around have been great. Matua says you’re going on this thing called tour--you’ll be singing and playing music to your fans or something. It sounds like it means a lot to you.  I figured if I wrote you this card it might help while you’re gone. (Matua insisted on the pictures; they haven’t quite captured my good side yet. But we’re working on it.)  
Morning stretches have definitely kept me limber. But the thing that matters the most is that I know you love me. I know you’ll be there. Thanks for all the night snuggles when I got fussy. Thanks for pep talks, the late nights where we game together--well, they’re late nights for me, according to Matua. 
Looking forward to all your stories about the last bit of tour, Pops. 
Your Son, 
Amiri
And in the bottom corner of the card a tiny footprint resides. Calum traces the edges of the ink. He’s not even sure how you managed to get a perfect stamping. But he’s grateful. A tiny laugh escapes his chest. He knows the tears are welling--he can feel them stinging behind his eyes. But he’s so grateful at the moment to have a tiny piece of you two. Someone slips him a tissue--he’s not sure who. But Calum takes it and wipes at his nose. 
“I need to go ring shopping.” Calum means it mostly for himself but the rest of the boys hear.
Ashton’s quick to chime in. “We’re in Sydney for two days. I’m sure we can snag one of our mums to go with you. What you got there if I can ask?”
Calum slips the card over to Ashton to read including the polaroids too. Ashton’s voice is a whisper as he reads slightly aloud to the note. “Dude,” he laughs-it’s mostly in awe. “That’s so fucking sweet. What’s their sing size?”
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It’s not a shock when Calum’s phone shakes. He finishes the sip of water and peers down to see what caused his phone to light up. It’s a message from you. He’s quick to open the notification. He wonders if it’ll be a video like last time of you trying on pants in a dressing room for work or if it’ll be the coos of Amiri as you blow raspberries on his tummy. Either possibility excites Calum. He instead finds a tweet linked. His eyes skim over the content of the tweet to see your message attached underneath. You’re making headlines, Dad. 
Uncertain about the context, Calum loads the tweet. Photos of him from the airport a couple days ago don’t seem like the kind of thing you’d be referring to, so he swipes through and there in the last picture attached is, albeit blurry, the word Dad on the envelope. The card you’d snuck into his backpack. The card Calum carried with them literally everywhere he went. The card that Calum fell asleep holding and reading every night since he left. The card that Calum has right next to his phone right now. 
it’s the card addressed to “Dad” for me, reads the caption of the tweet. In the replies are thousands of comments. Some are nice, speculating if the card is from you or if the card is from the child. Others aren’t as graceful in their dissatisfaction. 
Calum exits the tweet and goes back to the text thread. I’m a cool Dad tho, right?
Definitely cool. Definitely a Dad. 
Calum snorts at the retorts. Cut deep dont you? I should give consent first before you go for the jugular. 
You laugh react to the text. It takes only a few seconds for the text to come through in response from you. Do I have your consent to go for your throat? 
Always. Calum hits send and his fingers are working on another text too. Also, I’m tempted to tweet out just the photo of his name and footprint. Thoughts?
If you feel safe enough to do that, sure. I keep wanting to post all the videos I have, but have to physically restrain myself. 
Calum looks over to the card. He slips it out from the envelope and gets the pictures out of the way. Before he can really think it all the way through, ponder what it really means to confirm his child, he’s snapping a photo of the bottom of the card. He keeps all the rest of it--the body of the note written by you but dictated by Amiri--out of the picture. It’s just the closing and the footprint. 
He goes back to the tweet and taps to reply, It’s the footprint for me. Calum attaches the photo. It’s easy to hit send. It’s easy to watch the tweet load. It’s easy to share only this small piece. He snaps a screenshot of the finished product and sends it over to you. 
His phone shakes a minute or two later. He opens the thread and sees you’ve attached a screenshot of your IG, For you know not what you’ve done. Calum’s quick to go to your page and the latest post is a black and white photo of the three of you curled up in the shade of the backyard. Calum swipes and the polaroid picture of you burping Amiri greets him. He swipes again. It’s the video Calum took of you showing him the trick you found on the internet to help relieve gas and sooth Amiri when he gets fussy. He watches it all the way through and when his own voice echoes back in awe, he continues on to the next photo. He thinks for a moment it’s just a photo but then it moves, a bit of wind crackling through the speakers. It’s just the back of Joy as she sings softly to Amiri in her arms. He swipes again and he’s greeted with the photo of you and Calum mere moments after Amiri was born. You’d ask your doula if she felt comfortable taking photos and she agreed. There weren’t many as she kept her focus on you, but the moment as both of you stare in awe at Amiri is one of the few she did get. The sight gets Calum everytime. He can still hear the cry you released, how relieved and elated you sounded in that moment when he thinks back to the moment. The posted photo in black and white and only really shows from the chest up, but Calum will know that day clearer than any others. 
The caption of your collection simply reads, Oct. 18th. 
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Previous: Chapter 50, Goodbyes.
Chapter 51. Persuasion.
Virgil released a heavy sigh, as he glanced around his empty ward room. It was only 5am, his father was currently at the hotel and getting some much-needed rest. It had been agreed between them both that Jeff would spend the evenings at the hotel, under the condition that if he was to have a nightmare he would contact his dad via his watch. Virgil had stuck to this arrangement, knowing that if he didn’t his dad would find out via one of the nurses and he would then refuse to leave him alone. The reason he was awake now though wasn’t because he’d been having any bad dreams, it was because he had woken up in pain an hour before, one of the night nurses had given him some pain relief straight away but unfortunately, he hadn’t yet fallen back asleep.
Instead Virgil lay there pondering the past 3 days that had passed since his brothers and grandma had flown back to Tracy Island. For Virgil it had felt like a lot longer. Boredom had quickly settled in without his brothers for company, his father had done his best to keep him occupied but it wasn’t the same as having four brothers and their constant chatter nearby. He certainly hadn’t regretted insisting that they return home. Especially, since they had been called out on a mission within 6 hours of announcing International Rescue were back in business. Virgil had begun to naturally worry about his siblings being out on the field without sufficient rest. However, Jeff had helped with the anxiety he had been feeling by having the communications from the rescue fed through to both of their watches.
Releasing another deep breath in frustration at the lack of sleep he had gotten, Virgil racked his head for some way to stop his wondering mind. Looking at his bedside table, Virgil smiled when he received the answer he was looking for. Pulling the bear that Alan had gifted him into his arms, Virgil pressed the belly of the aptly named ‘Ally Bear’ and chuckled when it growled back. He then reached out and picked up his music player, put the headphones in, and turned it on. Virgil smiled as he breathed in the magical sound of Liszt’s, La Campanella. Then pulling his Ally Bear into his arms, Virgil closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
… …
8am:
‘Well, would you look at that.’ Jeff said to himself, when he stepped into his sons’ private room. Virgil was fast asleep, his arm was wrapped tightly around the bear which clung to his chest, while his headphones remained in his ears and his music player rested on the bed, and a carefree smile adorned his face. Watching Virgil sleeping like this, Jeff couldn’t help casting his mind back to when his son was very young and would carry his childhood toy Boo Bear everywhere. The thing was practically attached to him and it became a nightmare to prise it away when they needed to wash the thing. Jeff chuckled to himself as the memories of his son as young boy continued to conjure in his mind.
“I bet you wished you had a camera?” Doctor Sylvia said, bringing Jeff out of his thoughts.
“He would probably throttle me if I took a picture,” Jeff chuckled, greeting Gerry with a friendly handshake, “how was he during the night?”
Gerry opened the file he held in his hand. “He woke around 4am needing pain relief.”
“Oh!”
Gerry placed his hand supportively on Jeff’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Virgil only came off the intravenous drugs yesterday morning, he will get used to the pills, it will just take time.”
“I know,” Jeff sighed, “I just hate seeing him in any pain.”
“That I can understand!”
“He keeps trying to hide it from me, last night he insisted that he had been okay, and the tablets were working.”
“He’s trying to protect you?”
Jeff nodded. “Kids! They are so reliant on us as children, but as soon as they realise we’re not indestructible they start trying to do everything they can to protect us… Plus, Virgil’s got that damn Tracy pride!”
“The double whammy!” Gerry chuckled.
“Yep!”
Gerry pointed to Virgil. “Looks like he’s stirring.”
Jeff moved over to Virgil’s bed and dropped into the chair, smiling as he watched his son yawn and open his eyes, and immediately become embarrassed by being found with the bear in his arms. “Morning.”
“Morning dad,” Virgil said, trying to suppress a yawn and hide the bear at the same time, “morning Doc.”
“Good morning Virgil,” Gerry replied.
“So, what’s the days schedule?” Virgil asked, finally managing to stuff the bear under the blanket.
“Well,” Gerry began, trying to suppress his laughter, “we’ve got you booked in for some light physio on your shoulder later this morning, followed by some routine checks on your back and legs.”
“Any idea when I’ll be able to get the leg casts and this back support off?”
“I’m afraid they will have to stay on for several more weeks yet,” Gerry confirmed.
Jeff squeezed Virgil’s hand softly. “You can’t rush your recovery son.”
“I know… It’s just, I really want to go home!”
“Unfortunately, with the severity of your leg fractures and back injuries, that won’t be happening for a while.” Gerry explained
“Oh!” Virgil sighed, the disappointment on his face evident.
“I’m sorry I can’t give you better news.”
“It’s okay, it’s not your fault,” Virgil replied. “I guess I’m just a bit homesick... How long have I been here anyway?”
“Nearly two and a half weeks!” Jeff stated.
“Is that all?” Virgil questioned. “Feels like I’ve been here for months!”
“Mm, it certainly does,” Jeff agreed.
“We could change the scenery for you, well at least for a short time,” Gerry suggested.
“How?” Virgil and Jeff both asked.
“Well, you are completely free this afternoon. If you’re feeling up to it Virgil, and since it’s such a nice day, then we can sort you out a wheelchair.” Gerry acknowledged Jeff. “You can take him outside to the hospitals gardens and have lunch together.”
“Sounds good to me, what do you think?” Jeff said, glancing towards Virgil.
Virgil smiled and nodded enthusiastically at his father.
“Good,” Gerry responded, “now, do you need any medication?”
Virgil shook his head. “Pains not too bad.”
“Define, not too bad?” Jeff questioned
“Around a three.”
“Virgil, you told me the same yesterday evening and I know you needed some pain relief in the night.”
“Oh,” Virgil replied, “you know about that?”
“Yes, I do!” Jeff scolded. “Virgil, you shouldn’t keep hiding how much pain you’re in!”
“Sorry dad... It’s just… I don’t want you to worry.”
“I’m afraid you can’t stop the worrying, no matter what you tell me. It’s been ingrained in me ever since I became a father!” Jeff informed him. “Now, how bad is it really?”
“Promise not to freak out?”
“How bad?” Jeff questioned, a look of concern creeping onto his face.
“Around a six, maybe slightly more.”
“Right, I’ll go and get you some pain killers,” Gerry said, leaving the room.
Virgil looked at his father apologetically. “Sorry.”
Jeff shook his head at Virgil, while stroking his hand through his hair. “Don’t be!”
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After Virgil had been given his medication, a nurse had entered to help him get washed up. While this was taking place, Jeff had decided to exit the ward room and go and speak privately with Doctor Sylvia. “There’s absolutely no chance that he can come home?”
Gerry shook his head. “I’m sorry Jeff, I can understand that after everything he’s been through you want to get him back home, and yes, it would probably help with the emotional healing. Nevertheless, he still needs a lot of medical help with his physical recovery.”
“What kind of things?” Jeff enquired.
“Quite a lot!” Gerry sighed. “Are you sure you want to know?”
Jeff nodded. “Please tell me.”
“Firstly, there’s his back fracture, which will need to be frequently examined. Secondly, because of the break he suffered to his legs, and being treated for compartment syndrome, we will need to run consistent checks and scans. Plus, we really don’t want him putting any weight on his legs for quite some time yet, so he will be confined to a bed, soft chair or when necessary a wheelchair… And unfortunately, that’s not everything!”
“What else?” Jeff asked, almost afraid to know the answer.
Gerry looked at him sympathetically. “Virgil’s ribs are still healing, the other cuts and bruises he suffered may have nearly disappeared but we really should keep an eye on some of the ones that haven’t, and we will need to continue with the light physio on his right shoulder. Finally, there’s the pain that he’s very obviously suffering from because of all these injuries.”
Jeff grew quiet contemplating what Gerry had said, eventually he decided to speak. “We have a lot of medical equipment back on the island, we couldn’t have managed with his initial injuries, but maybe we can now.”
Gerry shook his head. “I’m sorry Jeff, even if you do have the equipment to treat him, do you have anyone who has the experience and the know how to look after him?”
“Well, usually any medical help comes from Virgil and Brains.”
“Brains, is that his real name?” Gerry questioned with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s a nickname that stuck,” Jeff said, with a slight laugh, “and he definitely lives up to it!”
“So, this Brains would be able to follow any medical instructions we were to give him?”
“Yes,” Jeff confirmed.
“Mm… Well, I’m willing to talk to him and see how much knowledge he does have, would that be possible?”
“Definitely!” Jeff nodded enthusiastically, feeling like he was finally winning Gerry over.
“Okay, then I’ll speak to him, but I’m not promising anything,” Gerry said firmly, “Virgil’s health comes first!”
“I completely agree!”
“So, if I don’t feel that Brains would be able to handle everything then we agree to keep Virgil here a little bit longer?��
Jeff nodded his agreement and then checked his watch. “I’ll contact Brains now, and tell him to expect your call.”
Gerry smiled at Jeff’s enthusiasm. “You’re eager!”
“It’s just… I really want my boy back home!” Jeff stated, before glancing towards Virgil’s ward room. “Gerry… Can we please keep this to ourselves for the moment?”
“Yes, of course,” Gerry responded. “Any particular reason why?”
“I don’t want him to get his hopes up… And if you do say yes, then it would be a wonderful surprise for him!”
“No problem Jeff, I’ll let you know my verdict as soon as I can.”
… …
Later that afternoon:
Virgil held his breath in anticipation as his father pushed him towards the automatic doors which led to the gardens. He hadn’t realised how much he had missed the outdoors. The feeling of the sun shining down upon him, the soft breeze blowing through his hair, or the beauty of birds, butterflies and other insects flying by. Now, though as doors slid open and the sights, sounds, and sweet summer smells hit him with their full force, he suddenly realised what he had almost lost.
“There are some great sights for you to draw here!” Jeff grinned, stopping by a bench which overlooked the flower garden.
“Mm… Yes,” Virgil mumbled.
Puzzled by his son’s response, Jeff looked down at Virgil and frowned with dismay when he saw the tears he was shedding. “Virg, what’s wrong?”
Virgil sniffed back the tears. “It just fully hit me… How much was so nearly taken away!”
“But it wasn’t!” Jeff assured him.
“I know,” Virgil replied, wiping his eyes, “I’m crying because I still get a chance to experience all of this!”
“Are you sure?” Jeff asked, sitting himself down on the bench and taking his sons hands.
“Yes dad,” Virgil nodded. “these are tears of happiness!”
Jeff beamed at him and held him in his arms for a short time before sitting himself back up. “Now how about some food?”
Virgil grinned at his dad. “Yes please, I’m starving!”
Two hours passed by with father and son eating and chatting away, until Virgil began to grow tired and slipped into a restful sleep. Jeff had remained outdoors with him, happily watching as he silently slept. Eventually, realising this wasn’t the short nap he’d expected it to be, Jeff gathered their things and began to bring Virgil back to his room. Stopping when he saw Gerry Sylvia making his way towards them.
“Hello,” Gerry whispered, so as not to disturb Virgil, “how was the outing?”
Jeff smiled. “Really good, thank you for suggesting it.”
“No problem,” Gerry replied, “are you heading back to the room?”
“Yes,” Jeff said, “I think the fresh airs going to keep him asleep for some time!”
“Let’s walk and talk then,” Gerry suggested, taking the wheelchair for Jeff so he could manage the bag he held.
“So, have you spoken to Brains then?” Jeff questioned, once they had entered the lift which would take them back to the ward.
“Yes, and I can understand now why he got his nickname.”
Jeff released a light laugh. “If it wasn’t for that man, I don’t know how I would have ever realised my dream for International Rescue.”
Gerry nodded as they both exited the lift. “Well, he certainly as fantastic knowledge of the medical field.”
Jeff grinned at Gerry. “Does this mean what I think it does?”
“Yes,” Gerry confirmed. “Virgil’s going home!”
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What’s a month?
Part 6
Pairings: Dieter Bravo x f!reader
Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, oral (both receiving), angst, mutual pining, hidden feelings, mentions of drugs and drug abuse, divorce, fluff.
Summary: Dieter needs some time away from Hollywood, and the drugs, and the ex- wife. So his PR team have sent him to a remote cottage in Ireland to take a breather. You are a journalist and your boss has sent you on a wild goose chase. What happens when your both booked into the same cottage with the r man who broke your heart?
A/N: this is the last part except for the epilogue 😭
Part 5
Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰
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The remaining last few days on the island were spent within the walls of the cottage. Cosy movie nights lounging on the couch, sex on the kitchen table, shared meals that you’d both cooked together, sex on the floor beside the fire, helping D with his script for the new movie, sex against the glass doors. You couldn’t keep your hands off each other.
Today was the last full day on the island - Dieter, had to go back to LA to begin filming and you, had to get a new assignment. Stirring awake - hand reaching behind you, seeking his warmth - you find his side empty. Strange! Dieter is never up before you.
Sitting up - gently rubbing the sleep from your eyes - you listen to see if you can hear him in the kitchen, but you’re met with silence. Odd. Deciding to get out of bed, you grab his cardigan and some cosy bed socks and shuffle into the living area. The table is laid out for breakfast and a note is left.
Morning baby,
Just had to pop into the village to check emails, I’m hoping I’ll be back before you wake, but if not, I’ve left breakfast in the oven. You just need to reheat it.
Love you
D
Ps. Get dressed, I’ve got plans today 😉
You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. He was so adorable. I’m going to miss him when we leave here.
***
Dieter had been staring at you sleeping for at least the last hour. God you looked beautiful like this. He didn’t want to leave, he wanted to stay right here but he had had something to do. Slipping out of bed- cardio to not wake you, he quickly dresses and leaves for the village.
His first stop is to a Jerry. He’d spoke to him about a small trip he wanted to take with you and Jerry had kindly offered his boat. “Don’t worry lad, I’ll be at the dock waiting. You just bring that lass of yours.” Dieter had said his thanks before he headed to the cafe for the picnic basket. Then onto William.
“Well lad, what are you doing here so early in the day? I thought you’d be snuggled up to that beautiful lass of yours.”
“I was but this is important and she can’t know about it, not yet. Is it possible to book the cottage for exactly a year from now?”
“Aye, I don’t see why not? What’s the occasion?”
Dieter blushes and goes quiet but he’s sure William already knows as he winks at him, “oh I get it, mums the word.” He thank him and then dropped off the basket with Jerry before making his way back to you. Don’t fuck this up Dieter. You have to both be back here in a years time.
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Your managed to have a quick shower and dress when you heard the front door open and close. “Baby, you ready?”
“Yep,” you say, as you make your way out of the bedroom, finding Dieter at the table packing food into a back pack. “Where are we going?”
“That would be telling.” His eyes scan over you before he turns back to his task. “You might want you to put a jacket on, oh and bring a swimsuit.” He stops his motions, a sly smile on his face, “or not, I won’t mind,” he says waggling his eyebrows.
“You are insatiable D.” You say with a smile on your face as you run to grab what you need. “Only for you. Now come on, Jerry is waiting down at the dock for us.” Walking hand in hand, you finally arrive at the dock and you almost faint at the sight of the boat.
“You have got to be kidding me? D, I am not getting in that.”
“You did arrive here by boat you know?” He says teasingly.
“Yeah, but that was big enough and didn’t look like one wave would take it out. I’m not getting on that D”. He puts the back pack into the boat before pulling you close - one hand around your waist, the other cupping your cheek. “Baby, it’s gonna be ok, I promise. We’re not going far and Jerry had sailed these waters for years,” he says looking to the man for reassurance.
“Eye lass, you’ve nothin to fear, I promise.”
“I love you and I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?” He’s looking at you now, a smile on his face and his big doe eyes pleading with you. “You know I trust you.”
“Come on, I’ll hold you the whole time.”
Dieter helps you in and he sits back pulling you into his lap. His arms wrap around you, holding you close and you’ve never felt more at home. Jerry stays as close to the shore as he can and the scenery is absolutely breathtaking. “You should take some pictures,” Dieter whispers in your ear. “I don’t have my camera.”
He moves one of his arms from around you and rummages in his back pack. Turning to see what he’s doing he hands you your camera. “Figured you might need it.” I love you so fucking much. I don’t deserve you. “Thank you,” you say placing a soft kiss on his lips. His arm moves around you again as you snap some pictures.
Jerry begins to move the boat towards the shore and you gasp at the sight before you. A small secluded beach sits nestled into the edge of the island - only accessible from the sea. Turning, you find Dieter already looking at you - those brown eyes holding something in their depths. Your breath hitches.
He leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss before pulling back just a little. “Do you like it?”
“Like it? Dieter I love it. How did you find this place?” He tilts his head towards Jerry, “Mr romantic here, told me.” You turn to Jerry then and he smiles at you both. “Aye, this is where I brought my Mary back way when, matter of fact this is where we first…” he coughs then and a blush creeps up his neck and settles on his cheeks. “Never mind..I’ll come back in about an hour or so, have fun,” he says with a wink as he claps Dieter on the back.
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Dieter had packed a bag of goodies as well as made a picnic basket- which he had given to Jerry to put in the boat. You both ate and swam and just revelled in each other’s company. As time slipped by the though, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling that had settled in your stomach.
You’d both be flying home tomorrow and home didn’t mean the same place for you both. If he asked, I’d go home with him in a heartbeat. Hell, we were practically living together before. Laying back in the sand, the chill of the Irish weather began to set into your bones as you shivered slightly. Dieter noticed and rolled over on top of you, encasing your body with his.
“What are you doing D?” You say, running your fingers crossed brought his wild hair. “I’m trying to keep you warm. Is it working?”
“I can think of another way.”
“Oh yea…” he groans out as your hand slips past the band of his swim shorts, grasping his cock in your hand. “Ngh…baby don’t tease.”
“Who said anything about teasing? I want you to fuck me right here, D. He wasted no time in pulling your swimsuit away from your cunt, slowly sliding in. Fuck! You both groan as his fill you to the hilt with his thick cock. It’s fast and with each thrust he buries you further into the sand. You come together with a shudder.
You both stay like that until you catch your breath. “Come live with me. When we get back stateside, I want to live together.”
“What?! I mean…you really wanna live me?”
“Yeah baby, I do. What do you say? We can live at my house in Sherman oaks or we can buy something together, our home.”
You’re crying now, unable to stop the tears as the cascade down your cheeks onto the sand bellow. “Yes, I want that too.”
***
Dieter closes the door to the cottage and you both stand staring at each other for a moment. “Thank go our agents decided to play matchmaker.”
“Yeah. I still can’t believe it.” Jerry pulls up and starts putting the cases into the boot of the truck. Dieter take me your hand in his and you both make your way towards the truck. Away from the small, beautiful cottage that fixed everything. You hoped that things really would work out for you both and that someday, you would both come back.
“Come on baby, let’s go home.”
Epilogue
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skuldsbane · 10 months
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I may be in trouble
I’ve not been saying much, because that’s generally not my way (if I can help it). There’s been mention on my discord, and the people there have been incredibly supportive. But I’ve not said much here.
Today I can’t even knit socks. Not because I’ve forgotten how, or because it takes too much brain power, or my hands aren’t working or anything like that. It’s because there’s something very wrong. We don’t know what it is yet.
Pinning it down is going to be difficult at best. It’s completely inconsistent, so being able to get a diagnosis will be... something less than straightforward. We think it started when I was put on one medication and taken off of another a week later. (The doctor who removed the medication never bothered to ask why I was on it, whether the numbers in the blood test should be slightly high for a reason, etc. He just decided I didn’t need it anymore. He’s also not going to be getting any more referrals from my primary care doctor’s office anymore.) The effects of the added medication were not exactly welcome, but expected, and I had started evening out. Then the other was removed and the world went sideways.
They put me back on the one that was removed, and took away the new one. But that’s been two weeks ago and there has been no significant improvement. There are appointments with various specialists scheduled for the next month and a half to see if anybody can figure out what happened. I’ve been put on medical leave from work until the end of August - and thank goodness for short term disability insurance, but they’re not paying 100% pay rate for that full time.
I’m sleeping between 12-14 hours a day, and am still exhausted. A train of thought will board at the station, and I can hold a brief conversation, but somewhere something just breaks down. Out of nowhere the thought just disappears - sometimes mid-sentence. Or partway through a word. It’s just gone. I’m unable to do much of anything today because of dizziness and mental fatigue. I can’t even go lay down and take a nap because I was able to strip the bed to wash the sheets (for the first time in over a month) this morning, but physically can’t put other sheets on again.
Why am I telling you this?
Well... Because I miss streaming. I miss sharing crafts, and playing video games, and just hanging out. Even if only one or two people would show up to watch, it helped me feel less alone. That’s a difficult thing to face when necessity means you can’t see many people.
Because I had planned to try to stream today, even if it was for an hour. Maybe two. Since it’s nearly impossible to keep focus and keep up enough energy to do anything for much longer than that. Even without the energy output of streaming, the most I’ve been able to stay awake at a stretch for weeks is about a 6 hour stretch.
Because I want everybody to know I’m still here, and still fighting, even though it’s hard.
So. There we are. I’m doing what little I can. Part of that is trying to figure out pricing for quilted coaster sets, since that’s something I can work on (almost brainless) for a couple of hours at a time on most days. And with the summer months here, and the US turning into a red, white, and blue smear... there are some sets in that color scheme which will be going up for sale as soon as that pricing gets figured out. (Then Halloween ones, and Christmas ones, then probably more Halloween/goth ones because that’s my jam.) Part of that is trying to use what little brain power exists to deal with insurance companies. And part of that is watching terrible youtube videos and staring off into space. It’s a rough thing to do, but somebody’s got to.
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choconoo · 1 year
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Hidden Kiss
Chapter one
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Y/N….Y/N….Y/N DARLING!
(She turns around flinching) Mother! (She exclaimed afraid) Y/N I’ve been talking to you, come downstairs for dinner honey, you’ve been in your room all day (Said her mother as Y/N felt a scolding coming) Can I stay star gazing a little longer mother? Pretty please they look so beautiful tonight (She said putting her hands together begging her mother) You always say that, downstairs. Now. Don’t make me come up here again (Said her mother leaving, Y/N was now left alone in her room she shared with her twin brother who was currently downstairs eating like the pig she thought he was, instead of eating she was star gazing, looking, wondering what other is there to see beyond the white framed window of her bedroom. Taking one last look sighing she leaves her bedroom heading downstairs to join her quite gloom of a family)
Y/N (Spoke her father quite serious however it was not out of the normal being that was his usual demeanor) Yes father? (She answered) I wanted to ask you what you thought of perhaps going to a boarding school, both you and Maki (Maki at hearing his fathers words he almost spit his food out which he got scolded for) What? (He said quite shocked, however she was as well) Your mother and I thought it would’ve been a great idea, for you two to grow up already. Face the world. Accept its challenges. Father we’re only 17 (she exclaimed) exactly! Old enough to even be married Y/N. (She sits in disbelief her twin brother being in the same)
(After a quite dreadful dinner they both go to their shared bedroom) We have to do something Y/N we can’t let him get the last word. (She sighs) if only we could run away, to a place we don’t have to grow up…(she smiles to herself) Like Neverland and Peter Pan. That’s pure fiction Y/N there’s no such thing, we need to run away to…I don’t know…how about France?. That’s crazy Maki! (She exclaimed) We can’t do that…you know as much as we fight and I do honestly think you’re a pig…I do appreciate your company whether you’ll admit it or not I’m still 6 minutes early, you’re my little brother.
(He sighs) I love your company too, my partner in crime I wish we didn’t have to be separated. (She looks at him) Just imagine Maki, fighting pirates, flying, mermaids, and best of all, just being in a team…I wish Peter Pan and Neverland was real…(he nods sadly and they decide to go to bed) (After turning and twisting in circles for what she felt was 6 hours, truly it was only 20 minutes, she couldn’t sleep and got out of her bed being careful as to not wake up her sleeping brother, who was in a deep sleep, ohhh how she wish she could fall asleep that easily. Carefully she opened her window to continue admiring above, where she wished she could reach)
Oh Peter…where are you…how I wish you were real…to save me and my brother from this life of what we do not wish…I wanna feel free…like the stars above me…oh how I wish I could be high enough to at least almost touch them……….who’s Peter? (She turned around thinking her brother was awake confused to still see him sound asleep, she stayed still confused yet a little worried, have i gone mad? Was what she thought, I could have sworn I heard a boy..she then saw what appeared to be a shadow glance by her eyes and she looks again yet again met by confusion, was she hearing things? Dreaming? Hallucinating? Some kind of seizure? Getting a little startled she decided to close her windows jumping into bed trying to convince herself that maybe it was just the breeze or a neighbor she then heard something fell making her jump up sitting on her bed while her brother still sound asleep, now Y/N was growing a little scared)
Hey I asked who was Peter..(she stayed frozen…that time it definitely wasn’t a breeze it was a voice of a boy she carefully moved the curtains of her canopy bed and there standing was a boy, quite tall and slim, he had blonde hair, beautiful eyes that combines well with his soft yet strong voice, he tilted his head at her, his clothing was not something she saw other boys wear, he had a green shirt, and dark green pants and he had this hat with a small feather on it…reminding her it looked…like what Peter Pan wore. Realization starting to hit her she pushed him making him fall and his shadows escapes him.)
Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?! Are you a burglar?! (She yelled at him causing him to stand up and place his hand on her mouth) Shh shh, don’t yell okay? I’m not here to hurt you, it’s just my shadow lead me here I had caught it but it startled out of my grip. (She looked at him like he was insane) My name is Riki…what’s yours? (He gave her a warm smile) (she slaps his hand off) Are you some psycho? A person cannot lose a shadow and you must not know my name. You’re a complete stranger.
Then let’s get to meet each other…(He stared into her eyes with a warm smile)
Are you insane? (She exclaimed looking over at her brother who surprisingly was still sound asleep) Well you said we’re strangers..so…let’s not be strangers. I don’t think that’s how it works. Oh come on, don’t be so moody, my name is Riki what’s yours? (She sighs) The names Y/N. That’s a nice name darling. Don’t call me that. Why not?. Because…Because I said so. Okay darling. (She groans in her frustrations with the boy) Can you help me catch my shadow please? It’ll be greatly appreciated Y/M. It’s Y/N. Whatever just help me get my shadow okay? (She scoffs but agrees hoping maybe that would get him to go away before her brother woke up. he started flying trying to catch it as she stared in amusement and he jumped on Maki’s bed finally managing to grab his shadow and Maki sits up on his bed) What the..uh…Y/N…why is there a boy in our room?
(After managing to catch his shadow he jumps up on his feets and goes to maki extending his hand) Hello, I’m Riki, you must be Y/M’s brother. It’s Y/N dingbat. Um…I’m Maki…nice to meet you Riki, but may I ask why you’re here? Oh my apologies, my shadow lead me here. Your shadow? How did your shadow lead you? A person cannot lose their own shadow. Hm (he starts thinking) I suppose it’s just me (he flies over the vanity seeming to look for something as Maki stared at him wide eyed) Y-You can fly?! (Ignoring the shocked boy’s question Riki asked) Do you have a needle and thread? For what? (Said Maki) to sew my shadow
(A few minutes passed Riki sewing his shadow back on successfully) Where do you come from? Enhypen of course. Enhypen? (Questioned Maki) have you never been? I mean I guess surely the gang and I would have met you if you were. Is Enhypen in France? What? No. Enhypen is not in France. How silly, it’s behind the second star to the right of course, quite obvious isn’t it not? Behind the second star? (He gets up opening the windows and pointing, they see this beautiful star glowing almost…tempting) like Neverland..(She whispered yet everyone heard) You’re….you’re Peter..? Um Peter..? I thought I was clear my name was Riki (He said a little offended)
You’re just like him…t-that means Neverland is like Enhypen…does Enhypen has…a mermaid lagoon? Pirates? Indian camp..? Well..honestly yes, that’s exactly how enhypen is, but who is Peter? And who’s Neverland..? It’s a story, about a boy..who never wanted to grow up, he lived on this island…just passed the second star…called Neverland, where he took the darling children and had adventures. Oh. (Was all he said still a little confused) I don’t know who this Peter guy is, but he does sound admirable, I also wish to not grow up.
(She looks at him) Why..?…I will not tell you (he said) Why? (She said) Because you said we were strangers (He smirked at her and she glared rolling her eyes) I have an idea, how about you two come to Enhypen with me? To get to know each other, seems to me Peter and his friends had fun. Come with me (he gave them and exciting smile and Maki returned it while she stood hesitant)
Oh come on darling, trust me. I don’t. Then learn to. Okay well we don’t know how to fly, is tinker bell here? For pixie dust? Who? (He said confused) I don’t know a tinker bell. Do fairies not exist? Oh fairies exist, but back on enhypen of course. Then how are we supposed to fly without pixie dust? Pixie dust? (He questions chuckling a little) Hardly anyone uses pixie dust to fly. That’s outdated darling. But hear me out, think happy thoughts, have faith and trust, close your eyes (Maki closes his eyes while she does hesitantly, she heard an excited gasp by Maki making her open her eyes)
Look Y/N I’m flying! Woohoo! (Riki looks at him proudly before fixing his eyes back on her) Now it’s your turn. I can’t. Yes you can, close your eyes just have faith, trust, and happy thoughts..(She closed her eyes, his words echoed, she suddenly felt light weight almost like if she was walking on the sea and she opened her eyes to see her feet not longer touching the ground or a surface for that matter…she was flying) see! I told you you could do it! (Riki exclaimed excitedly before holding her hand)
Now…off to Enhypen…
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magestedotcodotuk · 9 months
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hey :) i’m anna mageste and this is my daily routine
I usually go to bed pretty late so the first thing I do in the morning is try to keep myself awake by opening the curtains or immediately throwing myself out of bed. this usually happens at around 6-7am when I don’t have school. I usually wake up super hungry so I immediately go make breakfast which is usually granola and peanut butter with some fruit cus that’s super high in nutrients and it’s crunchy. I usually don’t need caffeine early on in the day so I chug a bottle of water instead which wakes me up a bit too.
I stay off my phone for as long as I can when i wake up, I like to take in the morning and it really sets the tone for the day. I make my bed and then I like to read a book in that freshly made bed, usually about 30 pages or so. At this point, if time allows, I like to take a 30 minute power nap while I digest my food. After that, I like to do some physical activity because it makes me focus better so I do a full body stretch, a leg stretch and a quick ab workout. I’m not ready for anything too intense at this point of the day yet but it gets my heart rate up enough to get hyped.
I wash my face, brush my teeth, shower, and do my skincare. I like to ice my face and gua sha in the morning. I make sure to take some vitamins too. I get dressed and then I’m ready to focus, I don’t feel as motivated when I don’t feel cute.
Before anything else in the day, I do some art exercises. It’s mostly about confidence with my strokes and symmetry as well as studying art styles I like and subjects. It’s purely technical so I focus a lot on realism and true understanding of what i’m doing here. I’m always pushing to improve with art. I believe it’s a skill and I have a good eye for what i need to get better at.
I obviously balance school so I like to get my studying done during the first half of the day. From around 10 to 2:30 I study and do maths every day without fail for most of it. I have lunch during this, which is usually a sandwich. I’ve been liking omelettes lately. I do some italian for 30 minutes until about 3 and by that point I’m absolutely done with learning things for the day. I like to take another 20 minutes to nap or meditate to clear my head, but I don’t like derailing too much so I stay off my phone.
I like to workout again before being creative and I take a lot of time to get workouts done so if I do them too late I won’t get much done. I like to do a standing ab workout to get warmed up, then a leg/butt workout, then an ab workout. I like to do a full body workout too. In total it takes about an hour. After I’m done, I shower and put on something comfortable. At this point I’ll go on my phone and catch up with everyone and interact with my followers for a little bit and go on pinterest to visualise and find inspiration for my art.
throughout the whole day i’m listening to music basically all day except for during the morning. even then I listen to music during my stretches, so i can get bored of music pretty easily. I like podcasts and youtube videos too. Podcasts suit the morning vibe more and are a great way to keep up to date on things that matter to me.
In the evening I like watching videos and shows while drawing. Drawing doesn’t feel like a chore the way it used to and it keeps me humble. I’m always learning something new and trying to improve. Since this is my career i’m always looking for ways to move forward and do better. I like playing chess every now and then too, it makes my strategy better.
At night I massage my scalp and do my skincare and say my affirmations before getting my well deserved rest. I like meditating before bed but honestly, a lot of the time I forget.
I drink about 3 litres of water a day but i really enjoy juice with lemon squeezed into it too.
That’s basically my daily routine!
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