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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Hello, I like it when you write angst, I would like to request a scenario. Chisaki and angel have a daughter, so one day while Chisaki works, his wife and daughter decide to go out because it is a good day. When his wife and daughter go back home, both dead, the author of his death was a leader of a rival yakuza.

Angsty yes, yes, YESSSSSSSS

Warnings: mentions of rape, beating, blood. Carefull. Really. Dont read this was one I detailed.

I blame Law and Order for this.

"Papa!" To anyone else whose saw Chisaki pn that specific moment, they would think that he had an annoyed look towards the little girl running after him. But not even his wife could spot the smile and the fondness at the girl whose attached to his leg.

"Hey brat. Your mother got tired of you already?" He asked in a nonchantly tone but ruffled the dark brow hair his daughter had, messing the pigtails she was wearing as she scolded.

"Papa no! My hair!" She whined as she, with a pout on her lips, took off the hair bows. Giggling at when Chisaki messed her hair with two of his gloved hands now.

"Mama!" She squealed your name out loud while giggling, going to you and being picked up as she showed her tongue to her father who's wonky arched one eyebrow at her childishness.

"Cant anyone of you take a break on getting onto each other's nerves?" You giggled as Yua mumbled in a pout that if her dad attacked then she would do the same.

"You cant complain since she got your attitude." He sighed as if it wa a bother, but you knew exactly how much your husband held pure love and affection towards that little smart little girl.

That's what her name was about...binding love and affection. Chisaki himself chose the name after Yua was born.

"Did you told tell daddy what we are doing today?" You put Yua down as she gasped.

"Girls day!!!" She extended her arms open as Kai only raised an eyebrow again.

"We will go shopping, just that." You giggled "Yua needs some new clothes anyway, and she was begging me to take her to enjoy some new strawberry flavored ice cream or something." You sighed. "Wanna come with us honey?"

"No. Papa cant go, is only girls night mama." Yua spoke nonchantly as you gasped preparing to lecture her but Chisaki beated you on that.

"Can't deny that I was wounded by this brat words but I have work to do anyways." He sighed with crossed arms and closed eyes, opening them a bit when he felt his daughter hug his legs and tugging on his jacket.

"I'm sowwy papa..." her golden eyes locked with his as he sighed and crouched down to flip her forehead, one which she learned that was one of the most affectionate things her father was able to do.

"After lunch I guess you both will be going out then?" He asked with a grunt when he got up as you nodded.

"Nemoto agreed to leave us on the shopping and pick up us both later."

"I will call uncle Nemoto right now." Nefore you or your husband could say something, Yua ran before tripping and falling on the ground... Mumbling insults towards the "Bad dirty floor" before walking away.

"She got my attitude but the rest is all "kai chisaki energy" on my opinion." You giggled as Kai chuffed.

"Wouldn't it be my daughter if she hadn't something from me. At least she knows the importance of cleaning."

"Sure. Threw a fit when Rappa dropped chips on the floor, and I thought she was going to do the same thing as you do with the poor guy."

"... That's my daughter." You laughed at the bit of pride he carried on the sentence as he chuckled and accompanied you to lunch.

"Yua." He called "Come here."

The said girl come in one blink of a eye, asking cutely what was it.

"There." He crouched down to show a a flower she hadn't know of.

"What flower is that Papa?"

"Is a lilie." He twirled the flower on his gloved fingers with boredoom "I gave once a rose to your mother, and now I am giving you this one simply because represents purity of the soul, innocence and intelligence. It is said, therefore, that nothing better than a lily to tell a woman that she is ideal and superior to all others.... So I am giving this one to you." He put the flower on a little box of glass and closed it, using his quirk to prevent close and pressed against the flower to not decay.

"You and your mother are above of all things and people on the world for me." He smirked at the adoration on her little golden eyes as she jumped on him to give him a hug.

"I knew it you loved us!" She squealed when he pinched her to get off of him.

"Go with your mother already you brat." He ruffled her hair with a nonchantly look as Yua stormes off "Hey put that flower on your room dont carry it everywhere you go!"

Soon you entered his office to give him your good byes and wishes of a good day. Begrudily he allowed to a simple kiss, not ever admiring how he usually craved for those as he wished a good day for you as well... jumping on a pile of work and waiting for the hour both of his girls would be back.

"Slow down pumpkin!" You giggled as you walked hand on hand with Yua... well, actually you were being dragged by the little girl.

"The ice cream stand will close mama if we slow down." She looked up at you with the same look Chisaki gave to you when you asked "stupid things" as he said.

"Fine fine." You picked her up with a huff before nuzzling your nose agaisnt her, making her giggle "Straberey flavor huh?"

"Yep!" She nodded "Just like daddy!"

You smiled at sign as she talked politely with the man whose was selling the ice cream.

"My my." You yelped and twirled around, scaring your daughter accidentaly without wanting "Isn't this a pretty sign my boys?"

A man with a tuxedo was surrounded by younger males as you brought your daughter closer to you as she wrapped her arms around your neck, sensing that this was not a start of a good talk.

"Is not everyday we get to see Overhaul's plaything and a failed abortion walking around." You growles at them as Yua clinged to you tighter.

"If you wouldn't mind sir. We are doing nothing to annoy you or your minor gang. So excuse me and let me and my Yua alone, will you?" You give your back to then with a huff, thanking the man and handing the ice cream to your daughter, whose was playing with the little molded flower she had just been gifted by her father.

The man took his cigarette out of his mouth with a huff. The other males staring at him expectantly before he chuckled.

"Get them."

"No master Overhaul. They didn't come back yet."

"Sorry man. Hadn't see them all day."

"Didn't saw (Y/n)-sama neither Yua-chan all day sir."

"I'm sorry master but (Y/n)-sama didn't called me back."

He was almost going crazy. Your phone went straight to the mail. Nemoto hadn't gotten a message for him to pick you up and Yua... Heavens what the hell happened with his wife and girl?

"Chisaki stay calm my boy. Maybe they just are enjoying some time between mother and daughter." Pops tried to calm his sucessor down, trying his nest to not freak out as well at his daughter in law and granddaughter dissapearing.

"(Y/n) is not one to turn off her phone Pops." He got up abruptly and picked his jacket and tossing over his shoulder "I will go look for then, call me if anything old man."

"Will do my boy. If anything I will send some of the guys to look after these two."

With one nod he got out, not caring if it was starting to rain...

"We searched the whole place Chisaki they're not here." Chrono pointed out regretfully as Kai checked his phone at each two minutes.

"If not here then where would these two would have gotten..?" He mumbled under hsi breath while walking. His phone buzzed on hsi pocket and hsi heart skipped a beat at the thought of finally being you to tell him you were okay, that Yua was okay, to hear his little blgirl chip in the phone to tell him about the walk like she usually did despites his scoldings to not interrupt his mother.

Although when he took off the phone of his pocket there was only two messages. One of Mimic and one of Pops.

Mimic

Dont come here dude... for your sake.

Pops

Kid... please come back home.

What the hell happened...?

The moment his car was turning on the street he braked brutally when he saw police cars parked in front of Shie Hassaikai.

"FUCK THAT BITCH KNOCKED ME WHAT WAS THAT K ... Kai ..?" when Chrono recovered from the fright of the friar he was able to see the face of his childhood friend, pale as a ghost.

Not only police cars but he had a car that he would never think of seeing in his life ... a funeral card.

He accidentaly overhauled the door of the car. Ignoring the calls of the cops and hurting one that got in his process where he was walking...

He then saw a black send toilet loaded on a table and another but much smaller ... Pops arrived at him but what he said did not make sense ... he barely knew what to do or look until he saw a little arm outside bag ... dropping something very familiar to him.

The flower he picked up. The lily he gave to his daughter ...

He let out a scary scream that even scared the police after he accidentally overhauled the guard's arm that was preventing him from passing

When he used his quirk to open the two bags and his golden eyes widened on the almost unrecognizable faces of his wife and daughter.

They broke your nose ... you was stabbed and he wanted to vomit when he heard from a coroner that you were raped ... while his poor daughter had her body burned and beaten ... also with evidence of rape.

"NO!" he cried and screamed. an act of despair when using the overhaul to at least try but the guards caught him just when he was going to use touching the dead body of his child and wife.

"LEAVE ME YOUR DISCRAFTS IS MY DAUGHTER AND MY WIFE THERE FOR GOD'S SAKE FUCK-!" He cried as Pops almost begged him to calm down while the coroners took the bodies to the funeral van and closed the doors.

The screams and cries echoing of Overhaul were able to even leave each policeman, hero dying the death of a mother and child.

He was sitted with his head in his hands, eyes still wide open as Pops talked with the officer.

"We will do our best to discover whose were responsible for-"

"WHAT FOR SINCE NONE OF YOU DO SHIT ON YOUR LIFES?!" he punched the wall behind him as he glared daggers at the young hero.

"Forgive my-"

"NO. DONT "forgive my son" BULLSHIT POPS! I WILL FIND MYSELF THE RESPONSIBLES AND THEY WILL FUCKING PAY FOR EVEN TOUCHING ONE FINGER ON MY WIFE! MY DAUGHTER! MY FAMILY!"

Nd with that he stormed out of the room...

He stood on a pile of blood soaked floor with bodies around him... the fluid of the bastards dripping from his hands and face... he panted tiredly as he kicked with enough force, to send the mafia boss's head flying to the wall of the place.

He brought his hands to see the mess he had made... sobs got stuck on his throat. Flashbacks of his daughter and wife's smiles and laughter.

His throat was sore... yet he didn't cared anymore when he shouted until he had no voice anymore...

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki kai #overhaul #bnha villain #bnha villains #bnha villains x reader #bnha characters x villains #zuffer writings #bnha fanfiction

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eene-fangirl · 5 years

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Double Dee, The Patient (A What-if Scenario)

Note: This is a scenario I had been thinking on for a while now. What if Eddy did catch Edd from leaving? I will always continue to obsess over this story. It is my absolute favorite! Also, some story moments are from @nintendogal55 own in renditions of the story. Enjoy!

“‘K, I’ll be in a soon as I drag my car to another auto shop!” Eddy retorted into his cell phone before disconnecting himself from the worst boss known to man. Then, he opened the door his apartment and slammed it shut, not even caring that he was already disturbing their neighbors enough.

When he came into the kitchen, Edd was leaning against the counter by the sink, almost clutching at it. Eddy only briefly glanced at him before pealing open a banana from the kitchen table. “Sorry,” Eddy apologized to him. Issues with the car had taken up his whole morning that he hadn't even had breakfast or a cup of coffee yet.

Last night, his jerk of a boss, made most of them stay until after midnight cleaning up the shop. Once again, Bragstien didn’t take proper inventory or bought the right store parts. So, they all had to clean the place for nothing! And if by some miracle his car was able to get him home last night before spewing smoke in the middle of the night!

“I’m going to have to take the car today. I wish I could give you a ride in, but I’m late enough as it is. Damn car…” Eddy grumbled under his breath. If he had the money he’d buy a new one. “You don’t mind walking, do you? Surprisingly it’s pretty warm out there for mid-March,” Eddy remarked, pouring a quick cup of coffee.

For a moment Edd didn’t say anything. Then he heard a low voice utter, “No.”

“Bragstien’s killin’ me!” Eddy complained to Edd, as pieces of banana flew out of his mouth. “I swear I want to kick him in the ass one of these days! I’ve worked for him since I was seventeen! Ten years by June! You know, I think that’s the longest anyone has worked for this guy. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t fired me. He must want to have something significant for his auto place compared to Frank’s.”

Strangely, there was no rant from Edd telling him that he needed to quit his job. He did, however, hear feet pacing the kitchen as he gulped down some coffee. Now he found it peculiar that Edd wasn’t even saying anything.

Glancing at his watch Eddy realized that he was going to be late if he didn’t drop his car off now. Frank’s was about twenty minutes from the place he worked at. He could be late if he didn’t want Bragstien giving him another annoying lecture. What was the difference? Bragstien was always late!

“Are you going to leave soon?” Eddy asked Edd. When he turned around to put his coffee cup into the sink his husband was already gone, out the door. “I’ll lock up.”

“Yes,” Came Edd’s voice, again sounding weak.

Now, something really felt off about Edd’s behavior. And looking into the sink there was a full bowl of cereal still left over! And no toast? Edd always made sure to wash the dishes, too.

Before Eddy opened his mouth to call out to Edd his cell phone rang. Inadvertently, he answered it only to hear Bragstien’s reprimanding him again. Feeling ready to explode, Eddy half listened walking onto the porch and locking the front door.

Glancing over his shoulder Eddy caught sight of Edd walking down the stairs. There was something wrong. He was avoiding him. Oh no, was Edd angry that he slept on the couch last night? As soon as Eddy came home he passed on the couch exhausted from work. And that wasn’t the first time.

Besides that, Edd didn’t look right. Edd’s face didn’t look so hot even from the side, or a distance.

Bragstien’s words fell on deaf ears. “Huh, yes. Mr. Bragstien I…. hey!” Eddy called out to Edd catching his attention. As respectfully as he could, Eddy told his boss to wait a moment as he raced down the steps. “Double Dee, you ok- yes, I am still here!”

Edd only glanced at him briefly, before turning away. He was holding himself as if he were cold. Or like he was giving himself a needed hug. He looked miserable, too. “Yes.”

This wasn’t right. Something was wrong. Well, maybe Edd just needed a little space. No, that wasn’t good. He could give him a ride. He did have time.

“Okay, I lo-... The meeting is a what time?” Eddy yelled into the phone. “You just sa…. Okay, okay I will be there! Bye!”

That was it! He was taking no more calls today!

Guilt pressed at Eddy. He didn’t even kiss Edd goodbye! They kissed each other goodbye every morning! Was Edd mad at him? There was no way he could go on with his day without making amends with Edd. Who knew what time he’d get home tonight. He couldn’t promise the weekend. He had to back out on a movie and dinner with Ed and May this past weekend!

Having a romantic idea spring into his mind, Eddy quietly ran down the pathway. Edd hadn’t walked far anyway.

“Oh, Double Dee!” Eddy called out.

“Wha-”

Before Edd could say a word, Eddy spun his husband around and dipped Edd to the ground giving him a big kiss.

“Forget somethin’, babe?”

Standing Edd back on his feet Edd practically fell against him, as if he were about to faint.

“Whoa, you okay, sockhead? A little too much Eddy love?” A worried Eddy asked holding him up.

Then Edd picked his face up and Eddy’s heart immediately plummeted into his stomach. Edd’s whole face was sickly pale. The poor thing could hardly keep his eyes open, and it looked as if he hadn’t slept. Aside from that, his satchel looked as if it were weighing Edd down.

“Double Dee, are you okay? You look awful!” Eddy asked him, holding the man by his arms.

Edd nodded, but even that seemed like too much. “I-I’m fine, Eddy,” He could hardly even talk. Edd then clutched at his stomach. “Just a little tired is all.”

Before he could walk away, Eddy grabbed his arm. “I don’t think you should go to school today!”

Edd just clutched at Eddy’s arm. Eddy jolted. Edd’s hand was freezing! “Jeez, did you sleep in Antartica last night? It’s not even that cold outside!”

“Eddy, I assure you… oh,” Edd clutched at his stomach again, but still kept on with a stupor face which was failing. The more Eddy stared at Edd’s pallid face his heart ached even more. “I will be fine.”

Reaching over, Eddy moved Edd’s hat up and felt his head. Edd was burning up like a volcano ready to explode.

“No way in hell you are going to work today. Come on!” Eddy pulled his husband along. Eddy even took his satchel for him and wrapped an arm around his waist in order to support him. Edd half leaned against him, having little strength to even walk with Eddy’s quick pace. He made little moans of discomfort, continuing to clutch at his stomach.

“Oh Eddy, I d-don’t… oh…”

The moment Edd placed a hand against his mouth Eddy quickened the pace. Now for the stairs! Why couldn’t they live on the first floor? Usually getting up the stairs was easy, but with Edd looking so sick, staggering along, nearly tripping, made it harder. Eddy didn’t let that stop him and kept moving along.

“Eddy,” Edd moaned out painfully.

“Just a few more steps Dee!”

After fumbling with the key, they were inside, and in the bathroom, Edd collapsing to his knees and immediately vomited into the toilet. Before his hat could slip into the line of fire, Eddy held it back. He cringed, looking away as Edd coughed violently. His whole body tensed at times but Eddy kept him steady, rubbing a soothing hand against his back.

“I gotcha, I gotcha, sockhead,” Eddy soothed just like his mother would.

Once Edd had emptied his stomach, his husband almost collapsed against the side of the bathtub having little energy to sit himself up. Eddy helped him stand and carefully lead him back into the bedroom.

Edd, however, tried to get loose. “What about my students? I have to…”

“You can’t teach when you have the flu, Double Dee!” Eddy reprimanded Edd.

Just then Edd’s eyes skyrocketed, looking as if he were going to be ill again. “The flu?!” he repeated. “H-How could I have contracted the flu?”

Eddy lifted Edd’s sweater over his head. He had already sweat through it! “Through germs, sockhead. There’s also an outbreak goin’ around. You probably got it from one of your students.”

Clutching against Eddy, Edd stared guiltily into his husband’s eyes. Tears started to run down his cheeks. “Oh Eddy, you kissed me! Now you have contracted the flu! How could I be so ignorant?”

Eddy smiled at him in reassurance. He then gently helped him to bed and threw the covers over, tucking him in. “Dee, you’re just lucky I caught you before you went off to work. You would have gagged right in front of your class!” He then kissed his forehead. “’Sides, if I get sick, I have you to take care of me.”

Guilt swam in Edd’s eyes. “I still feel so ashamed for missing school. I’ve never missed a day of school, even when I was a student! Oh, this is going to ruin my personal record!” Just then Edd jumped up from the pillow. “What if they fire me!”

That fever must have really gotten to Edd’s head. “Don’t make me have to strap you down you maniac! I’ll call your school for you and tell them what’s going on.”

Edd relaxed into the pillows, looking better. But, tears continued to well up in his eyes. “Thank you, Eddy. But, I know Mrs. Alliston isn’t going to appeal to me being ill. It’s such late notice! And my student’s book reports were due today! And my lesson…”

Eddy lightly placed a gentle hand against his husband’s heart to get him to calm down. “Edd, stop! You’re sick. Every teacher gets sick. You need to rest. I’ll call your boss.”

Edd relaxed into the pillows, cuddling up into the blankets, continuing to sniffle. Eddy rubbed his legs through the bedcovers.

Edd looked up at Eddy with tear streaked eyes, pulling at Eddy’s heartstrings. “You’ll be late for work, Eddy.”

Eddy shook his head. “There’s no way I’m goin’ to work with you sick.”

Sighing, Edd touched his husband’s hand. “I don’t want to keep you from going to work. I’m okay.”

Brushing a strand of Edd’s damp hair away from his face, Eddy touched Edd’s warm cheek. His husband was already starting to fall asleep. “Trust me, sockhead. You’re way more important than having people harass me over things I’m not in charge of.” And he kissed his forehead.

Edd was out like a light in an instant.

Immediately Eddy went to business and called the number to Edd’s school. Was this really the first time he was contacted the school? A woman’s voice, who must have been the secretary answered, and put him through to the principal.

“Hello, Mary Alliston, principal of Starling Elementary, how may I help you?”

Eddy cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Uh hi, This is Eddy.”

“Hello, Eddy, what can I do for you?” she asked.

“Well, you see, Eddward McGee is a teacher there.”

“Uh, yes, Eddward! He’s a third-grade teacher at our school. He’s not arrived yet, which is odd. He’s usually here by now.” Her voice did sound worried.

“Which is why I wanted to tell you that he’s sick and won’t be in today.”

There was a pause. “Wait, hold on. You said your name was Eddy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you Eddward’s husband?” The woman asked excitedly.

Eddy inwardly sighed. Of course, Edd had to be forthcoming on that news to the principal. It wasn’t a problem or anything. Eddy was always anxious about others finding out. “Um, yes…”

“It’s wonderful to hear your voice! It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. Well through the phone that it. I hear from Eddward that you’re a real sweetheart!”

Eddy giggled. “Well, what can I say I’m the man!”

“And a comedian, too. But, anyway, Eddward’s sick? He never gets sick.” Mrs. Alliston stated in shock.

“Uh, yeah, you’re lucky I caught him. He almost slipped by me ready to go off the school. Next thing I knew we were hurrying back inside.” Eddy explained to her.

“Oh, that’s awful. I am so glad you caught him. Every day a student comes to school, gets sick, and then we have to send them home. Anyway, make sure he does get plenty of rest. I will get a substitute as soon as I can for today and most likely tomorrow, I surmise?”

Eddy nodded his head. “Oh yeah, there is no way he’s leaving this house ‘til he’s better!”

“That is true. There are times where it takes almost a week to get better from the flu. I will be sure to have a substitute in hand for Friday just in case he cannot come in then either.”

“You got it, Mrs. A!” Eddy winked at the woman even though they weren’t in the same room.

“I do hope we get to meet someday, Eddy. Eddward has told us all a lot about you!”

Us all? “Yeah, well thanks, I have to call into work now and give ‘em the update.”

“Aw, you are such a good husband!” Mrs. Alliston cooed. “My husband always calls out from work to take care of me, too” she sighed. “Oh, we go through a lot just to take care of our loved ones when they’re sick, don’t we?”

Eddy sighed in agreement. He and Edd had only been married for ten months now. After all the times where he himself had been sick or even injured, never once had Edd been sick. This was definitely a turnaround. He just hoped it wouldn’t be too serious.

Once he hung up the phone, Eddy reached for his cell phone. There was a text.

“‘Hey, Eddy, B canceled the meeting. No need to hurry.’” - Maurice.

Eddy justed wanted to cuss so loudly. He leaned against the wall and slid down onto the floor. If Maurice weren’t at that horrible place, Eddy would have lost it by now.

But then, Eddy worriedly thought about the rest of the day. Could he actually do this? Edd always played the doctor role, always knowing just what to do. Eddy felt like he had no clue what he was doing!

Putting that aside, for now, Eddy dialed Maurice’s phone number. There was no way he was talking to Douchstien again today. He was ready to throw him off a cliff at this point.

Maurice immediately picked up. “Hey, Eddy, how are things? Did you get your car to Frank’s?”

“Hey, uh… actually no, I haven’t even left yet.” Eddy answered, resting his head against the wall.

“Everything alright?”

“Uh, no, actually Double Dee is pretty sick. He has the flu.”

“Oh, that’s terrible,” Maurice said to him.

“You’re tellin’ me! Douchstein was talkin’ my ear off all morning! And there Double Dee was about to slip past me and go off to work! Thinkin’ he was mad at me, I did one of those famous movie kisses when I noticed how pale he was. Next thing I know, we’re back in the house, and he’s hurlin’ his guts out!”

Chuckling a bit, Eddy could hear shuffling as Maurice paused to switch sides with his phone. “Reminds me of last week, except Heather went to work and her boss called me to come to get her. And I didn’t even have my car! Good for you, Eddy!”

“Thanks, so, can you cover my shift today?” Eddy asked, half guiltily. He felt as if he was always asking Maurice for favors. “I want to keep an eye on him.”

“I understand, Eddy. You covered for me last week, so it’s my favor in return to cover for you.”

Eddy smiled so big. “You’re a saint you know that, Maury?”

“Thanks. And Eddy,” Maurice continued, now changing his tone. “I know it is not my business, but you need to spend some time with your husband. I can tell you how much I miss Heather and the kids when I am here. Take some time off, it’s okay.”

Eddy smiled warmly. What did he ever do to deserve Maurice’s kindness? “Thanks, man!”

Now that all the calls were done, Eddy went right back to the bedroom to check on Edd. He had a can of ginger ale in hand. There Edd was sleeping soundly getting his needed rest.

His breaths were so minute that they were barely there. And his face still looked so pale. He would have looked… no, that was an awful thing to think.

For the rest of the day, Eddy sat close to the bed, reading a magazine, in wait to see if Edd needed help. He was up to the task no matter what.

#ed edd n eddy #eene #EddEddy #Double Dee The Patient #eene fanfiction

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punkassrichie · 6 years

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yo for the prompt ask, some angsty 49+50 that ends in not quite angst, but not quite fluff if that makes sense? like reddie or stenbrough or bichie or whatever works?

i have no idea how long this has been sitting in my inbox and i apologize but here it is !!! i also decided to go with Bichie because it’s such an underrated ship and i loVe it!!¡

oh, and… i made it more angsty than fluffy bc apparently fluff just doesn’t flow with me *shrugs* and it’s longer than i wanted it to be but hope you still like it!

Bichie + 49. “I’d rather die.” + 50. “Please… I need you.”

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse, suicide attempt, underage drinking, vom-vom

special thanks to @trashmoutheds & @trxshmouth-t0zier bc they helped me (STEPH HARDLY DID BUT WHATEVER STILL LUV U SNAKEY SNAKE) anyway, ily guys and thank uuuuuuu 💖

(if my html tags don’t work i’m gonna kms k bye)

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Richie’s had enough.

It wasn’t enough when he already had shitty, neglectful parents, but he also had untreated ADHD which really put him on edge sometimes and even though he knew he was book smart, he was still failing his classes simply because he can’t concentrate most days. And half of the time, this was okay to Richie. He could live with this.

But then he thought he couldn’t live with heart break.

He thought Eddie felt the same. He really did.

He confessed his feelings to him, in hopes that the smaller boy would feel the same. But he didn’t.

Some may say the boy is exaggerating, but Eddie was the only thing keeping him happy. Along with the other losers but they didn’t make him happy like Eddie did. He didn’t love them like he loved Eddie.

Richie was in love with Eddie.

Problem was, Eddie wasn’t in love with him. He loves him sure, but Eddie isn’t gay.

Eddie tried to let him down the best he could, which Richie appreciated, but it still hurt. It really fucking hurt.

He cried himself to sleep that night.

But very deep down inside of him, he knew that it was okay. That he couldn’t do anything about it and Eddie would still be his best friend forever.

He got a glimmer of hope, that he could live knowing Eddie didn’t feel the same for him.

Until the one time his alcoholic parents decided to finally notice him, Richie wasn’t in the mood. They were putting him down, telling him he was good for nothing and he wasn’t going anywhere in his life. His mother always reminding him about how she wanted a daughter instead of him. Richie stood up to them for once, causing his father to beat him to a pulp. His father told him to never disrespect him or his mother again when he was done.

It had been a few days since then, almost a week. Richie hadn’t been going to school, partially because his face was bruised and he didn’t want people, who didn’t care, asking questions.

But mostly because he was thinking about just… ending it all.

Sure he had his friends who loved him to death, but even then he thought– no, knew, that they were getting sick and tired of his jokes. Of him.

Since things were getting bad fast, he turned to his coping mechanism which was to be as inappropriate and as loud as he could be. He couldn’t help it, truthfully, but his friends didn’t believe that.

Every time they hung out it was “Beep beep, Richie,” this, “Beep beep, Richie,” that. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He thought everything would be better if he was just gone… forever.

So he decided. He was going to kill himself. He couldn’t take it. The constant pain. He didn’t have anyone he could turn to. Eddie used to be that person but now Richie thinks Eddie is disgusted by him. No, he knew that he was.

He walked over to his bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. His parents had different kinds of stuff. Richie knew that if he took enough, he would succeed.

In the back of his mind, he knew that there was a way to fix this. He knew he could just talk to his friends and maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

But he didn’t want to seem weak. He didn’t want to seem like he needed anybody. He’d rather take the pills than show any kind of emotions to anyone. Last time he tried doing that, he got rejected. And it still hurt.

But maybe… just maybe…

“I’d rather die.” Richie whispered to himself as he thought it over one last time. And it was true. He would rather die than talk about his feelings, just to be rejected again. He looked at the bottle of pills, knowing that it was the only way.

He took them with a small bottle of whiskey his parents had in their liquor cabinet.

He took a whole bottle of pills, and after a couple, he was already feeling a bit dizzy. But he kept going until he was finished with the bottle.

He went back to his room to lay on his bed. He was panting and sweating, his insides feeling stiff and his stomach feeling queasy.

He hadn’t realized he still had the empty bottle of pills in his hands until he clutched it against his chest.

That was the last thing he remembered before blacking out.

His last thoughts being, “This is the only way. The only way to make it all go away.”

—

Bill had become worried of Richie lately. He knew he was dealing with a broken heart, but he didn’t think it was bad enough for him to miss a week of school.He asked Eddie if he knew where he was but he didn’t. He hadn’t talked to him since Richie told him how he felt.

And if Eddie was being honest, he felt a little weird to be around him. Maybe they just needed some time apart, he thought.

Bill knew what went on in his house, just like Richie knew about Bill. Their parents were both neglectful but Richie’s were worse. They both knew that.

Ever since Georgie died, Bill had been relying on Richie. Richie was his shoulder to cry on. His ear to listen. Richie was always there for Bill. So much that Bill didn’t realize that no one was there for Richie. He tried to be, but Richie always avoided the subject of talking about his feelings. He only ever talked about his parents on two occasions with Bill because he wasn’t in his right mind.

He grew incredibly concerned and knew something wasn’t right. Bill decided to go to Richie’s after school.

He biked over there as fast he could, barely saying goodbye to the other losers.

When he arrived, he threw his bike on the lawn and ran to knock on the door.

Something definitely didn’t feel right.

It took him a while to notice that his parents weren’t even home.

He tried opening the door but it was locked. He settled for climbing over a window that was opened in the kitchen, hoping that both of his parents were actually gone.

He didn’t have time to catch his breath because Bill really did had a horrible feeling about this whole situation.

And when he walked into Richie’s room, confirming his bad feeling, he started freaking out and crying.

He still doesn’t know how he knew but he didn’t have time to figure it out. He could see the empty bottle of pills from a mile away in Richie’s hand, so he had to get them out. He rushed over to Richie to see if he was still breathing, but he couldn’t tell. He started shaking up and shouting his name to try and wake him up.

When Richie wouldn’t wake up, Bill started bawling. But he couldn’t stop. He had to figure something out.

Before he knew it, Bill was basically dragging Richie to the bathroom.

It took him a while but he got there. Richie’s body didn’t feel like he was dead. It was still warm.

Bill propped Richie up the best he could over the toilet bowl as he stuck his fingers down his throat.

Nothing was coming up at first, making Bill lose his small glimmer of hope.

”Please… I need you.” Bill sobbed as he desperately tried to get Richie’s gag reflex to act up.

Suddenly, Richie started sputtering and throwing up the pills.

Bill sighed with relief.

“Yeah, t-t-there you go, b-buddy… Get them o-out.” Bill sniffled as he rubbed Richie’s back.

In the middle of Richie’s retching, he began sobbing.

“I’m so sorry, Bill.” Richie hiccuped.

Bill held him the best he could and cried with him.

“It’s okay, Rich. You’re okay. Everything’s okay.”

—

After nearly an hour of Richie throwing up, crying, and apologizing, Bill got him to clean up.

While Richie was in the shower, he cleaned up the bathroom and himself since vomit went everywhere, then went to Richie’s room. He looked for some clean, dry clothes for Richie to wear when he got out of the shower.

Bill placed the clothes on Richie’s bed and headed downstairs to make some tea for Richie. He figured Richie would have an upset stomach after what happened.

When he was done, he went back upstairs, careful not to spill the hot tea on the floor or himself.

He entered the Richie’s room to find Richie laying on the bed, sobbing softly with a towel around his waist.

Bill felt his eyes well up with tears again but he knew he had to put his feelings aside. He had to be there for him like Richie had for a long time.

He placed the hot mug on Richie’s bedside table and walked over to Richie to put his arms around him as tight as he could. Bill knew all he needed was a good cry. Just to let it all out before he was okay to talk about it. Even if he didn’t, Bill would still be there for him.

Eventually, Richie calmed down. Tears were still in his eyes but he stopped shaking.

Bill didn’t know what to ask. How to ask. He couldn’t ask him if he was okay because he clearly wasn’t. He was feeling horrible and didn’t know how to comfort him.

“I️-I️ thought the pain would stop… But i just made it worse.” Richie let out a gut wrenching sob at the last word of his sentence.

“It’s okay, Rich.” Bill breathed out, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “You’re okay. Everything will be okay.”

Richie turned around and hugged Bill back like his life depended on it. He thought he was done with the sobbing, but yet, there he was, crying into Bill’s chest as soon as Bill laid beside him.

And Bill just held him until Richie fell asleep.

—Tags: @spicyymoon–lovve @whipashwhipash @eddie-kaspjack @rainy-kaspbrak @theperksofbeingawallflwer @richie-n-eds @eddiekaspbraklives

#bichie #my prompts #angst #THIS IS MORE sad than i wanted to be iM SORRY

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sickdaysofficial · 7 years

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Day 2 prompt- at a party (sorry again for the lateness I’m crap at meeting deadlines! :/ )

“Hurry up and get ready you lazy arse!” Kal laughs, spiking his hair up with gel whilst Jax lays on the sofa snuggled under a blanket. “Ugh, fine coming…” Jax mutters, hauling himself off the sofa with much effort to stumble into the bedroom to somehow muster enough energy to get ready for the party tonight.

They are going to a New Year’s Eve party with some of Kal’s work friends, an quite frankly Jax doesn’t want to go. Not only is he worried that he’ll have a panic attack in a crowded environment full of unfamiliar people, to be truthful he isn’t feeling his best either. All day he’s just felt wrong somehow, lethargic and just generally not well.

Kal however, who is absorbed in the excitement for the imminent party, doesn’t seem to notice a thing. He doesn’t notice the way Jax’s hands shake as sips his water to ease his dry throat, doesn’t notice the slightly paler pallor of Jax’s face, or they way he sways on his feet when he stands up too fast.

They are already walking down the street on the way to the party when Kal notices something wrong.

“Jax- you’re… um- looking strange, is everything alright?”

Jax, who quite frankly feels like he’s about to pass out, takes up this opportunity to get his breath back.

“Actually, could we just stop for a second? I need to…” he stops and leans over with his hands braced on his thighs, breathing heavily and screwing his eyes shut to try and stop the dots which are dancing in his vision.

“Jax…?” Kal prods him.

“Ugh…sorry. I’m, um…good. Let’s go.” Jax manages. He straightens himself out slightly so he is now braced on the way with one arm. It stops him falling over at least, which feels like a dangerous possibility right now.

“Jax? Is this about the party? Is this because you’re trying to pull out of it because you don’t want to go?” Kal accuses harshly.

“No, Kal.” Jax sighs. “I’m just not feeling that great ok?”

“Oh for gods sake Jax!” Kal exclaims, before softening slightly. “Look it’ll be fine, ok? If you feel like you’re going to panic just step outside and I’ll come and help you.”

“It’s really not that…” Jax protests weakly, but Kal’s having none of it.

“You don’t need to pretend Jax, I know what’s wrong, and you’ll be fine, just chill yeh?”

Jax attempts to stand up properly only to find the pavement lurches sickeningly, but he swallows hard and tries his best to ignore how the street is swaying around him. Even if Kal won’t believe him that all this is not a ploy to get out of the party, Jax knows how much this means to him- he’s been looking forward to it for weeks. Especially with all the recent stress with Ste, they both need a chance to relax. But this definitely isn’t nerves… it’s something more than that, because Jax is normally fine in the lead up to an event until he gets socially anxious around everyone.

Kal reaches out to take Jax’s hand. It feels clammy, but Kal immediately puts it down to nerves.

Jax doesn’t protest. This means a lot to Kal, and he’s not going to ruin it for once. He’ll get through it somehow. After all, how bad can it be?

Very bad, so it turns out. An hour later, Jax is sitting down on someone’s sofa, feeling considerably worse than he did just half an hour ago. What ever is wrong with him, it’s coming on fast. His head throbs, lights dance in front of his eyes and his stomach is churning and he tries to shut his eyes and desperately block it all out.

He should never of come. He should of told Kal the truth and MADE him believe it. If it was Kal in this situation, he would never be persuaded into something he didn’t want to do. Yes Kal’s stubborn, but at least HE wouldn’t of ended up in this situation, which already feels like it’s bound to end badly.

He should of been more like Kal. He should of stuck to his guns and refused to come. Should of made Kal listen.

But there’s no use in thinking that now, it’s too late for that. All he can do is concentrate on not breaking down in tears and crying at how miserable he feels.

All around him, people and dancing and singing, drinking and shouting across the room to each other. It’s all overwhelmingly loud and Jax puts his head in his hands and groans.

He can’t do this.

“Jax?”

Jax hears Kal’s concerned voice, and squints up at him to see him standing worriedly over where he is cowering on the sofa.

“Jax, are you ok?”

At least Kal sounds genuinely concerned now, not like he’s scorning Jax for his social anxiety. But social anxiety is the least of his problems right now.

“Kal,” he begins weakly. “I really don’t feel good… please?…” he says, starting to cry.

Kal reaches down and puts his hand on Jax’s forehead, finally realising that Jax was telling the truth all along- he wasn’t nervous, he’s sick.

“Oh, Jax.” He says sadly. “I’m sorry…You have a fever buddy. Let’s get you outside for some fresh air huh?” He says, helping Jax up and wrapping his arm around his waist as he helps him out into the garden.

“What’s wrong exactly?” Kal asks Jax quietly, who is sItting hunched up on a garden bench.

“My head… my stomach’s not happy either…” he moans. “I just wish everything would stop spinning.”

“You’re really not well are you? We should get you home.” Kal says gently, making to help Jax up again.

“No…” Jax groans miserably. “Please not *ulpp* yet… ’m not sure I really wanna move…” he says thickly.

“Oh baby…” says Kal, sitting down beside his sick boyfriend as he hiccups and cries. “Is it that bad?” He says kindly, rubbing his hand gently over Jax’s back.

“I feel awful.” Jax cries. “I just want to sleep.” He burps suddenly, doubling forward abruptly. “That really didn’t feel good… ” he whines.

“Just let it out, relax. You’ll feel better after, I promise.”

“I don’t think I can. I feel so sick.” Jax cries, getting more wound up and upset.

Kal keeps one hand on Jax’s back but moves one hand up under his top, and rests it lightly on his upset stomach.

“This will help you along ok?”

“No Kal, please I don’t want to be sick!” Jax replies desperately, trying to put his hand over his mouth but before he does, Kal presses down on his stomach lightly and this finally pushes him over the edge.

Jax heaves onto the grass, coughing and retching pathetically as his stomach revolts against him horribly.

Despite all the effort, all he can manage to heave up is a few thin pale streams of vomit which burn his throat.

“Ughhh I feel terrible…” he cries between aborted heaves. His stomach gurgles loudly and he winces.

“Are you- done?” Kal says hesitantly, his hand still on Jax’s poorly stomach. He can feel it cramping under his hand and can only imagine how bad Jax must be feeling.

“Don’t think there was- a whole load in- me to throw up to be honest…” Jax mutters, hand over his mouth as he swallows thickly. He has to keep pausing when he talks to fight to keep his remaining stomach contents down where they belong.

“You didn’t eat anything all day?” Kal says, shocked and also horrified that he didn’t notice this coming.

Jax shakes his head sadly. He knew he didn’t feel right from the moment he woke up, and he regrets not paying more attention to his body.

“Let’s just get you home.” Kal says kindly, helping the sick boy up.

Jax pauses, hand over his mouth in warning as he sways unsteadily on his feet.

“Uhhh dizzy…” he mutters, screwing up his eyes. One hand moves down to rest on his stomach.

“Whoa, steady.” Kal says, getting a better firm hold of him. “Go easy ok?”

Slowly they make their way inside, only having to stop once whilst Jax continues emptying his stomach into a pot plant. He just feels so weak and empty- Kal can feel him trembling beneath his touch.

“Alright mate? Too much to drink?” One of Kal’s more raucous work mates says loudly, clearly already drunk himself. Jax almost laughs at this, he never went near any drink, he knew he wouldn’t of been able to keep it down- he already felt sick enough without drinking too. The loud resonance of the mans voice resonates through Jax’s throbbing head and makes his eyes ring. He whines slightly.

Kal shakes his head and gestures for the guy to quieten down. “He was already sick. I’m taking him home, see you later John.”

“You’re coming back once you’ve taken the sickie home then?” The guy says.

“Of course not!” Kal exclaims. “I meant back at work. Anyway-” he pauses as Jax holds his stomach and his cheeks enlarge slightly. “Oh shit- we really need to go, bye…”

Kal has to practically hold Jax upright as he vomits again.

“Let’s go home, can you walk?”

“I don’t know.” He mumbles “I don’t feel good…”

“I’ll call a cab.”

“No… ’s not that far… ll'be ‘k” he says, slurring his words and swaying dangerously.

“Jax, you’re on the verge of passing out as it is, there’s no way you can walk home in this state.” He feels Jax’s forehead again. His pale cheeks are flushed with tinge of red. “You’re burning up. Look, I’m calling a taxi.”

They wait out the front of the house. The taxi seems to be taking forever to arrive, probably because it’s New Year’s Eve. Jax is standing half asleep slumped around Kal’s shoulders whilst Kal struggles to hold most of Jax’s weight.

“Is this because of all stuff with Ste do you think?” Kal asks him, also curious to see if Jax is lucid enough to form a response without throwing up first. “I think you’ve been worrying about him so much you’ve been neglecting yourself and how you feel. You’ve hardly gotten any sleep these past few weeks, sleeping at the hospital.”

“Mmm, yeh…” Jax replies slowly. “Maybe… need goseee him 'morrow…”

“I don’t think so.” Kal says gently. “The only place you’re going is to bed.”

#fever #dizziness #malaise #headache #vomit tw #Jan 9 #submission

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hazzamylouworld-blog · 7 years

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Valerie

"Are you sure?" Harry's husky voice hums in Louis' ear. He shivers. "I'm sure, Hazza. I love you. I've always loved you." Harry's smile nearly lights up his dark bedroom. "I love you too, Lou. I really, really do. This night is so special to me. I've planned it out in my head dozens of times but this is so much better." "Your heart is racing." "I should've lit candles...tosses rose pedals on the bed or something, you deserve the world-" "Your air freshener will do..and rose pedals would only get stuck to my hands." "Are you ready? Promise to tell me if I hurt you?" "Harry, just k-" "LOUIS! Earth to LOUIS!" Louis snaps out of his daydream quickly, blinking in confusion and locking eyes with his co-worker Perrie. "Day dream about that fit boyfriend of yours later, we've got customers." She says with a wink. Louis doesn't feel much like winking back as all the scents of the ice cream shop smack him in the face again. Louis is seventeen and he's worked in this ice cream shop since he was fourteen. He loved in even before then and he's never, absolutely never had a problem with the sweet aromas of the ice creams. And he's surely never felt nauseated by it. Until now. So yes, daydreaming back to the moment he lost his virginity to his long time boyfriend, Harry Styles two months ago, feels far better than attempting not to throw up on the tubs of ice cream below him. Or heaven forbid a customer. He feels terrible. But he only has an hour left before closing so he figures he can make it. Then he'll call Harry. Because Harry is wonderful and can cure any type of ailment Louis is having because he's just magic in that way. "Ugh I wanna go home.." Louis moans, burying his head in his arms, "I feel sick..." "Suuuuure you do. I'm sure Harry will be just fine without you for another hour, Lewis." Perrie teases. "Are you positive? I'm not so sure." Louis' head snaps up at the sound of his curly headed boyfriend. The movement makes his stomach turn and he cringes. "What are you doing here?" "You've asked me the same question for three years and I'll give you the same answer-as long as my boyfriend is able to provide me with free ice cream you'll see me at least once a month." Louis gives him a small smile. "Fine. But get it yourself. The smell is making me sick to my stomach." Harry frowns. "Are you alright, boo? You look awfully pale." "It's probably just from being tired. I'm going straight to bed when I get home." "Need someone to tuck you in?" Harry smirks, filling a cone sky high with ice cream. "I'd like to snuggle for a bit. Think your mum would mind me sleeping over?" "You know she loves you. Just pretend you're going to sleep in the guest room." Louis rolls his eyes. "She knows I NEVER sleep in that room." Harry shrugs. "She doesn't say anything so I don't change anything." "Ok but nothing too rough tonight-" "I really don't need to hear this." Perrie says with a laugh and walks to the back. Harry shoots her a big, mischievous smile and Louis rolls his eyes. "Like I was saying. I really just want to sleep. I've felt sick all day.." Harry nods, whisking a bit of hair off Louis' forehead. "Louis, I only want to do it when YOU feel comfortable. That's not why I invited you over. Please don't ever think of me that way. Just because we did it once doesn't mean we ever have to do it again until we're married-" Louis beams. "You want to marry me?" Harry pulls him into his chest. "Course I do. I always have. Ever since you walked into theater the first day of sixth grade. I always knew you were the one, even before then. Even when our mum's changed our nappy's side by side, I probably knew." "Now you're just trying to sweet talk me." "I'm not. I love you." Louis groans. "Even when I feel like puking up my whole tummy?" Harry scrunches his nose, placing his ice cream down on the counter. "I feel a little less like eating but yes I still love you, even then." "Oh just go on, you two. I'll close up." "Are you sure?" "Yes. Zayn will be here any minute anyway. Feel better, Lou. Heard curls are the best medicine." "Wouldn't know that with Zayn, would you?" She rolls her eyes. "Get out before I change my mind." -- "Harry...Harry...wake up, please.." Louis whimpers, poking his yeti of a boyfriend in the back. "Mmgh leave me 'lone, Lou. T's early. We've got school in the morning." "Harry, please...I need you. I really don't feel well....." "T's wrong?" Harry asks, without turning over. "It's my stomach....I feel like throwing up." "Hm. Again?" Harry turns over this time, blinking himself awake. Louis' been waking him up nearly every time he stays over now from an upset tummy. The boy has been throwing up off and on for about a week now and Harry would be lying if he said he wasn't worried for him. "Ughhhh yes H. It's really bad. Can you help me?" "Of course." Harry sits up and quickly helps Louis into his bathroom before the boy crashes onto his knees and vomits all he had for dinner. And he doesn't give an explanation even when Harry asks for one. They just simply go back to sleep. - "Come on, Lou. Pick up the phone.." Harry worries, biting his lip. He's on his way over to Louis' now to pick him up for school and he's usually heard from the boy by now. He's called him three times with no answer and with the way he's been feeling and acting lately, Harry's worried. The boy is always tired and his stomach is SO sensitive these days, he's nearly always queasy or throwing up. Harry reaches Louis' house in record time and nearly beats his door down. His sister, Lottie, answers the door with a slight frown. "He's upstairs. He's feeling really ill again. I don't think he'll make it to school today." Harry frowns and rushes up the stairs to his love's room. "Lou?" He calls gently, opening the door. Louis groans from the lump of comforter in the middle of the bed. "Babe?" "M'sick. Don't get too close. I've been throwing up all morning." Harry sighs. "You're always throwing up. Lou, you aren't...I mean...you aren't like...look, you aren't fat in any way so if you're trying to-" "You think I'm making myself throw up?" "N-no I just-" "I don't have an eating disorder, Harry. I'm legitimately sick and before you ask to stay and take care of me, don't bother." "Lou, I-" "Bye Harry." "Louis, don't be like this, I-" "Don't be like what, Harry?! Sensitive is that it? Well excuse me if I'm a bit emotional I've been throwing up for a month now consistently and I'm clearly shit with luck because I can't stop catching the stomach bug." "Louis, I don't think this is a stomach bug." "Shut up, Harry. Just don't say another word. I want to be alone." Harry sighs. "I love you." A sniffle from the comforter catches Harry's attention immediately. "I love you too. I'm so sorry. I'm just sick of feeling shit." Harry sighs. "I know you are, love. It must be so rough. But I'm here for you, ok? I would stay and take care of you but I've got a huge test and I-" "No that's ok, really. Lottie has a half day today and she said she'd skip and take care of me. I'll see you this afternoon." "So we're done fighting?" "Don't bring it up and we will be." "Deal." Louis makes sure he hears the door close before he wiggles out from his comforter. "Lotts?" He calls. He hears her stomping up the stairs quickly. "I've got it. Is he gone?" "He's gone." Louis takes the box from Lottie's hand shakily and bites his lip. "I'm not ready to be a parent.." "Just take the test, Louis." - "Is there another brand I can take?!" Louis begs, biting his nail. "Louis....you've taken every kind ever made I think. Can I come in?" "Uhm....I...I guess." Lottie walks in to find Louis a mess on his bathroom floor, a stick in his hand with two very distinctive lines. "I'll call the doctor." - The doctor only proves what Louis has pretty much known the entire time. He's pregnant. Three months now. And the nausea should stop soon although that's really the least of his problems now. He's seventeen. He's still in HIGH SCHOOL. How can he HAVE A CHILD?! How can he tell Harry he's going to have a baby? His head is spinning and his eyes drop tears onto the ultrasound picture the technician printed for him. He's terrified but he's also never felt as strong a bond with anything or anyone in his life than the tiny life growing in his tummy. He thought he would never love anyone as much as he does Harry but watching that small blob twitch on the screen, a small blob that's half him and half Harry, his heart felt like exploding. But he's also terrified. He doesn't even know how to TELL Harry. What if he leaves him? What if he doesn't want a child? - Louis is a shaking mess when he finally builds up the courage to knock on Harry's door. He's mid-second knock when the door flies open and he's brought into a tight hug. "Thank God! I've been trying to call you all day. I thought something terrible happened to you." Harry mumbles into his shoulder, heart thudding against Louis' chest. "We need to talk." "Are you...are you breaking up with me?" "What? NO! No! Harry, it's not that, I promise. But it is important and it's really big and shocking news, so I really need you to sit down, ok?" - Harry has been staring, pale faced and silent, at the ultrasound picture in his hands for a good five minutes now. "Harry, are you-" "We're going to be dads?" "I....I mean, I am. I fully support your decision even if you want to leave us behind and-" "So you think I'm an ass hole?" "What? No! Harry of course I don't. I just...I'm carrying the child, you aren't." "And so you think I'll leave just because the baby is in your stomach not mine?" "Ugh Harry! You're giving me a headache. No! I just-" "Louis, have I ever told you that I loved you?" "Um....yes. Everyday." "Have I ever told you that I'll always love you?" Louis nods. "And does always mean all the time except for unforeseen circumstances?" "No but-" "Then I love you. And...I love this baby. This isn't going to be easy. In fact, it's going to be really, really hard. But we can do this. We can figure this out." - And they do. Louis decides to homeschool after Harry beats up two guys who have nasty things to say about Louis being pregnant. It's actually worked out better though because Louis was having to raise his hand every five minutes in class to either go throw up or wee so it was rather unproductive being there anyway. And Harry stays over most nights, cuddled up to his tummy. And he still works at the ice cream shop where Perrie gushes over his tummy and potential baby names. - They figure out it's a girl and Louis immediately starts scouring the internet for baby girl names. But he sees absolutely nothing he likes. And he and Harry have searched through baby girl name lists every single night this week with no luck. He's just sneaking a scoop of birthday cake ice cream (baby girl Tommo's favorite) when the song "Valerie" comes on. He beams. Because Harry has sung this song to him so many times that the words are permanently burned into his brain. He shakes his hips side to side but abruptly stops in embarrassment when he hears the little bell at the door ring signaling that a customer has just walked in. But he turns and it's not just a customer. It's Harry and he's on one knee and he's beaming like maybe he had something to do with the song choice. And he's got a ring. Louis' eyes widen and he brings his hands up to his mouth like any stereotypical engagement scene. "What are you-" "I have loved you ever since I can remember. My heart beats in sync with yours. My brain has a Louis mode that I can never quite fully turn off. You make me lose my breath and feel like the first breath of fresh air I've ever had all at the same time. We're having a baby together, Louis. And I'll be the first to admit that I'm bloody scared to death. But I'll have you. And nothing with you has ever been anything short of amazing. And I know this will be too. And as your belly grows, so does my love for you. So...Louis William Tomlinson, will you marry me?" Tears fall down Louis' face dropping down onto his bump just beginning to poke from his t shirts. "Yes, YES I WILL!" He screams. Harry slips the ring on and embraces Louis in a warm hug, placing his large hand on his belly, giving it a bit of a rub. "You look beautiful like this." "Valerie." "What?" "Valerie. Her name is Valerie." - It's 4 AM. It's 4 AM and Louis is twenty four weeks pregnant. It's 4 AM and Harry snores by his hip completely unaware that Louis is not snoozing beside him. But Louis isn't. Because it's 4 AM and Louis is silently crying. Because he's still seventeen. And he's three months away from becoming a parent. And he doesn't know what he's doing. He lets out a small sob that immediately awakens Harry. Which is new because like...Harry never used to wake up for anything. (He even slept through Louis pouring a bucket of water down his pants as a prank once but anyway-) Harry jumps up and Louis soon feels arms cradling him and hands on his belly but his heart is still racing and his breathing is still erratic and he's having a full blown panic attack. "Lou, shhhhh hey, hey. Focus on my voice ok? Hear my voice? Lie your head down on my chest. Try to sync your breaths with mine ready?" Louis' breathing soon calms but the tears don't stop flowing and now he's drenching Harry's shirt and gripping it tightly between his fists. "Want to tell me what's going on?" "I...I don't know what I'm DOING, Harry. I'm going to be a terrible dad. I don't know how to raise a baby! I barely know how to take care of myself, I'm only SEVENTEEN. My kid is going to HATE me." "How can you say that, Lou? She loves you already. You're doing everything perfectly. You're already creating a safe home for her tucked away in your belly, aren't you? You're going to be a great dad. I've seen you with your sisters, you're amazing with them. And even when you think you're failing, I'll be there to tell you how well you're doing." Louis sniffles wetly. "What if she doesn't like me? S-she..she won't even kick for me...." He whimpers. "Hey, don't be like that, Lou. You heard the tech. She is kicking up a storm in there. You just can't feel her yet." "W-why won't she let me feel?" "Bec-" Louis feels a sudden jolt from his belly and his eyes widen. "What?" Harry asks, watching his face in worry. "She...I think she-" Harry beams. "She didn't-JUST NOW?" "Right here! Right here by my belly button." Harry presses a hand to his belly and feels a jolt only seconds later. "I told you! I told you she loved you, you're going to be the best dad in the world." Louis giggles wetly. "I love you." He kisses Harry and lies down, feeling his belly come to life with kicks from his sweet Valerie. And sleep finally finds him. - "Woo...hmm....wooo...alright..alright 12=6x+78 and ugh...." Louis lies back on his headboard for the fourth time this morning and massages his fingers into his belly. He has loads of homework to do but he keeps getting rather painful cramps in his stomach that keep disrupting his work. "Hohhhh ok..just try and ignore them, Louis..ignore them and they'll go away." He mumbles to himself, biting his pencil and typing in his answer to his math problem. A hand rubs steadily on his thirty eight week bump as the cramp lingers on a bit longer. He checks the time and groans. He's got to be at work in just under two hours and he was hoping to grab a nap before going on but it doesn't look possible now as the pile of homework he has refuses to grow any smaller. Harry has begged him time and time again to take a break from work but Louis wants to make as much money as he can before the baby comes. Sure, both their families have loads of money but Louis wants to be self-sufficient for his little family. He scrolls down to the next problem and sets his computer aside, setting his notebook on his rounded belly. He begins writing the problem down, biting his tongue in concentration. His phone rings and he growls in frustration, tossing his notebook down and grabbing his phone from the side table. "WHAT?" "Well hello to you too, grumpy." "I've got a LOT of work today before actually going into work, Harry. What do you need?" "I was just checking on you. Was going to ask how your belly was feeling. I got your text about the cramps." Louis sighs. "I'm fine, Harry. I'm just busy and I'm sure they'll go away once I actually get to rest." "Ok love. Call me if you need anything. I'm house hunting." Louis smiles softly. "Find anything?" "Can't tell you, you've got work to do. Get to it, Daddy. I'll see you after work." "Fluff my pillow for me, I'm going straight to bed, I've got such a long shift, my back will be killing me." "You got it. Love you." "I love you too, H. He hangs up and clicks his phone to silent, not wanting ANY interruptions. He NEEDS that nap before work and he intends on getting it. He picks his notebook back up and begins writing the problem down again. Valeria gives a big, uncomfortable stretch sending an awful pain through Louis entire belly and down low in his back. He grips his pencil and grimaces, attempting to ignore like before but it grows and he's no longer able to focus on his math. He drops his pencil and massages his sides again, kneading his knuckles into his solid bump. It's firm beneath his hands and the tightness only makes the cramp that much more uncomfortable. "Mmmm...." Louis moans, rubbing a large circle into his skin, massaging over the top with the other, "Woooo......hmm..." The pain fades and he once again picks up his notebook to finish his homework. He finishes up all he has to work on, only experiencing three or four cramps along the way. He's noticed them growing a bit stronger now and he's not even sure he'll be able to sleep through them. But he's going to try. He scoots down the bed, belly feeling like heavy lead, and pulls both arms up to his face, curling up. He doesn't bother looking at his phone, really not wanting to know what little time he has to nap now. It's ten minutes. His alarm blares obnoxiously in his ear and he whimpers. But he's at least glad it wasn't a cramp that woke up. The gladness is short lived though. He sits up and throws his legs over the side of the bed and puts his hands down to the bed to push himself up when he feels another cramp radiate through his firm middle. "Ugh...." He moans lightly, scrunching his face and placing a hand over his belly. He presses one hand into the bed and the other rubs circles into his skin. "Woooooo......wooooooooo...." He breathes, rubbing his belly and rolling his head from side to side, "Mhmmmmmnnmmm....wooooooooo..." The pain recedes and he stands up, pulling his shirt off. He bends down to grab his ice cream t shirt out of his drawer and groans when his back flares with pain. "Ughhhhhh..." He stands and massages at his back with his fingers. He bends down and pulls down his joggers and immediately feels a cramp wrap around his belly, clenching his muscles tightly. "Mmmmgh..." He groans, pressing both hands to his belly. His belly quivers slightly in hands and he groans again, rubbing his hands forward. The pain finally ends and he blows out a puff of air before waddling over to his closet and grabbing a pair of skinny jeans with an elastic waist (he's huge now). He pulls them up and sighs. "Valerie babe. What are you doing to me, love?" He hums, pressing a hand to the bottom of his tight t-shirt. His belly button pokes through it now and all the ladies that walk in think it's adorable. Louis hates it. He feels like a whale. And not the cute one on his shirt with the ice cream cone. A huge, fat, pregnant whale. He slides his feet into his adidas, frowning when he realizes Harry isn't there to tie them. Stupid house hunting. He attempts to bend, belly falling between his knees. He groans as pain sparks everywhere in his body at the shift. He feels Valerie give a big push downward. He can feel every tiny little move she's been making today and it was cute when he first woke up, but now after the constant cramps in his tummy, it's starting to annoy him. He waddles into his bathroom and tries to fix his hair. He feels his belly roll in pain and grips the counter, hand pressed to the top of his bump. "Mmmgh....ughhh...wooo...woooooooo...." He bends forward and buries his head into one hand, dropping the other to his stomach and rubbing down his side. It takes a bit longer to end this time but it does eventually. He waddles out to his car and starts it up, regretting this shift more than any other in his whole ice cream scooping career. His belly falls between his legs and he has to push his seat all the way back to allow room for it. It's as if it's grown or at least changed shape overnight. He begins driving and makes it nearly the entire drive to the ice cream shop before he feels his tummy contract again. It presses uncomfortably into the steering wheel and he grits his teeth. "Hoh...hoh.....hohhhhhhwoooooo...." He pulls into the ice cream shop parking lot and parks, resting his head on the steering wheel for a moment to get his bearings. He finally gets his breathing back to normal and steps out of his car. He walks into the ice cream shop and goes behind the counter, offering a small smile to Perrie. "You look absolutely massive today. And your tum is nearly between your knees!" "Thanks Perrie. T's exactly what I needed today." He lies his head down and groans. "Hey, are you alright?" "I really don't feel good at all today, actually." Perrie frowns. "I'm sorry, Louis." "It's fine. It's fine, all for a good cause, yeah?" He places a hand below his belly and sighs, closing his eyes when he feels a cramp coming on. "Woooo...wooo...." He breathes through it, wanting desperately to groan out but he's now in a professional environment. He gets a mere five minutes to collect himself before guests begin pouring in. His belly sits smashed into the counter as he bends over it, handing out sample after sample. "Mmph.." He moans quietly to himself, gripping the counter and grimacing. Another cramp ripples over his belly and he closes his eyes in attempt to shut the noise of the shop out. "Everything alright over there, Louis?" Perrie calls. "Hmmm yeah, yeah I'm fine thanks!" He rubs his front a few times and then shakes it off, going back to his customers. A customer decides now is the perfect opportunity to bombard him with requests and questions. And the opportunity isn't perfect. Because Louis' stomach is killing him with an awful cramp and he can barely find the strength to not drop to the floor. "Woooo.....woooooo....wooo....." He rubs circles into his skin as his belly shifts and misshapes with the pain, "Fuck..." He whispers unintentionally and the lady's eyes widen. "I'm sorry..No. That wasn't directed to you! I'm really sorry. I'm....I'm...I'm so sorry I'm just uncomfortable. I didn't mean to take it out on you, I'm sorry." "Are you alright?" "I'm ok, thank you." It makes her stop asking questions so at least there's that. "Wooo....wooo....mmmmmghhhh..." An hour has passed and the crowd continues to grow. Louis finds himself gripping onto the counter, rubbing his side and biting his tongue harshly through the cramps that have grown steadily both in intensity and time. "Hoh....hoh.....hmmmmm..." "Louis, would you mind grabbing the register?" Perrie asks. Louis feels like crying but somehow manages to waddle over to it. His belly presses uncomfortably into the register and contracts tightly beneath his top. He pushes a hand beneath his shirt and rubs directly to the skin. "Wooo....woooooooooooooo...." He breathes harshly through his nose and closes his eyes tightly. "Are you ok, sir?" A patron asks and his eyes shoot open. He nods sheepishly. "Yeah...hoh...yeah, yeah I'm fine. Um...what did you.....have?" "A small vanilla cone.." she says, voice still unsure. "Sorry...I probably look terrible....I just...I'm having a rough day." She nods. "I hope it gets better, dear." "Thank you." She walks away and he throws his head back. "Ughhhhhh...." The line grows longer and Louis' pain management grows shorter as the pains keep coming harshly. His belly presses into the counter tightly with a really intense, pressure-filled cramp and he nearly cries out. He rubs his sides rhythmically and hums. "You look uncomfortable." A customer says in sympathy. "I am..." "How much longer do you have." "Woooooo....two weeks, I hope." "For your sake, so do I. Good luck dear." He nods. At least the customers are generous. "Ohhhhhh..." He moans out, bending slightly over the counter and rubbing his sides. "You look ready to pop." A customer comments, next in line. "Hohhhh I think I'm in the process of popping....ohhhhhhgh..." He moans, face scrunched and hands pressed to his sides. "Wooo...wooo...alright....sorry, sorry. Mmgh these cramps are just awful...." The customer frowns. "Are you in labor?" Louis gives her a scared look and he shrugs. "I....I don't know." She nods. "Um...I think you might want to at least sit down." He nods. "Perrie...could I um...could I get a chair?" "Of course, Louis." The customer pushes one towards the counter and Louis nods thankfully at her before finishing ringing her up. She brings over the chair and rushes back over to the other side. Louis grips onto the back of the chair and rubs a hand over his belly as it quivers and twinges painfully. "Wooo...." Once it ends, he waddles in front it and sits down. The baby feels low in his belly and he almost feels like he's nearly sitting on her head. There's so much pressure suddenly in the bottom of his belly and he sits on one bum cheek in attempt to alleviate the discomfort. "Oww...oww....." Three more customers come to him and his hands shake violently ringing them up, stomach contracting with little to no rest time. "P-Perrie, I don't think I can do much more.....my stomach is cramping like mad. I really think I need to lie down in the back for a bit." Perrie stares at him in worry. "I think you should call Harry. Your stomach definitely looks different...I think you might be in labor..." She says, putting a hand to his rock hard middle. He walks off without a word, her hand dropping off quickly. He waddles to the break room bathroom and sits on the toilet, being hit with terrible cramps and pressure. "Ughhhhhowwwwwww..." He growls, gripping onto his thigh. His belly gives a big jolt and a gush of water pours from him. "FUCK." He screams. He stands up and abruptly feels his belly roll in pain. He grips onto the wall, whimpering and bending over himself. "Ughhhh please NOT NOW VALERIE, PLEASE." Valerie gives a big push and he gasps. Once the pain recedes, he's able to waddle back to the couch and grab his phone. He dials Harry quickly and places a hand on his belly. It rings and he feels his belly bear down with another contraction. "Ohhhhhhhh...ohhhhhhhh..." He groans, rubbing his hand in a large circle. "Hello?" "HARRY. I need you." "Why? What's happened?!" "I'm....ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck...my tummy. I...I...those cramps from earlier weren't just cramps...they...they were contractions. FUCK. HARRY I'M IN LABOR. My water broke." "WHAT?" "OWWWW I HAVE TO GO, HURRY!" Harry finds the ice cream store has a closed sign on it when he arrives so he at least knows Perrie is with Louis now instead of working. He barges in and begins yelling for his love. "We're back here, Harry!" Perrie calls. Harry bursts through the break room door and sees Louis gripping onto his knee and Perrie rubbing circles into his exposed belly. "Oh love..." "It huuuuurts, its hurt so bad, Harry!" "Let's get you to a hospital, yeah?" Louis nods. "Can you walk?" Louis shakes his head. Harry quickly lifts him bridal style and Louis grips onto his quivering tummy. Harry drops him back to the ground when they get to the car and Louis groans, pressing his face into his arms, flush to the car. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.." "Ok..ok sorry babe. Had to open the door, lets go." Harry helps Louis into the passenger seat and Louis immediately grips the door handle, grimacing and groaning out harshly. Harry can see his belly bear down and change shape with the contraction and bites his lip. "We don't have a lot of time, do we?" "Ughhhh hurry!" Louis presses his head to the head rest and grunts. Harry sighs and pulls off to the side of the road. Louis' eyes bulge. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" "We aren't going to make it to the hospital, babe." "WHAT WE-NO! NO WE HAVE TO!" "Relax love. I've been reading a baby book every night, ok? I need you to pull your pants down." "NO HARRY I UGHHHHHHH..." "Do it NOW, Louis. You're already pushing, love. You need to relax and let nature take over. Don't try to keep her in there, it could harm her. "Hohohohohoh..." Louis breathes harshly, allowing Harry to pull his pants down, "NNNNNGHHHHHHAHHHHHH......" "I knew it. Lou, her head is partially out of you already. Let's do it this, babe. Together. One two three.." He pushes harder this time and her whole head pushes through. Harry beams. "She's got your nose." "NNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHH..." "My shoulders it would appear, think they're stuck.." Harry pulls a bit which makes Louis scream in agony, "Sorry, was trying to help." "DON'T." He pushes three more times and sweet Valerie Lee bursts onto the scene, screaming and crying. "She's here, Lou! You did it!" "You...I...I couldn't have done it without you." Harry beams and cuts the cord with his shoelace before handing her to Louis. "I told you not to go to work." "Fuck you." "I love you so much, Louis." "I love you, Harry." Three months later, little Valerie Lee is carried down the isle like a princess straight to her fathers just before they kiss and say I do. And for dessert? Ice cream. And this time when they make love in their honeymoon suite.. Harry gets his scented candles and rose pedals.

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