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marleyybluu · 1 year

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Pedro Pascal x fem!reader

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Another quick one

Warnings: just cute fluffiness, Pedro being a soon-to-be dad, pregnancy

lol this is such a fucking cute pic omg

"Hi YN, how are you?" One of the cast members greeted, you pushed out a smile despite the tiredness you felt all over. A bulging belly was all you were, you had two months left and you were ready for them to come and go, you loved most of your pregnancy— it was a beautiful experience for the most part. The little moments where you'd feel her feet kicking you, when she'd rotate to make herself comfortable, it was a slap in the head to realize you were growing an actual person inside of you.

"I'm great, how are you?" You conversed. "Doing good, how is baby Pascal?" You beamed every time someone referred to her as such, it was a gentle reminder that you chose the best partner to make another human with. "She is doing good, we brought some food for dad. Is he on his lunch yet?"

She nodded. "He should be in the makeup room with Bella."

"Thanks."

Today you decided to surprise Pedro on the set of the new series 'The Last of Us.' You had told a bit of a fib this morning telling him you wouldn't be able to visit due to a doctor's appointment you had around his lunch break. Well, it wasn't a total lie you did have an appointment but it was in the morning way before his lunch, so you bought some food and drove out to the set. You were hoping he'd be excited as you were. You made your way down the hall to the makeup room, saying hi to a few people who you were fond of, you were finally approaching the room when she heard Bella, his co-star, mention your name.

"So are you excited to have a baby? Will you guys let me know when she gets here?"

You quietly chuckled, Bella was a sweetheart and honestly the way their personality was set up you would think Pedro and yourself had created them. When you told them the news about the baby they couldn't stop smiling, texting you the next day that they could barely feel their cheeks and their reaction to being asked to be your child's Godsibling really set it in stone for you. The three of you spent a lot of time together, you loved how they and Pedro got along so you figuratively adopted them as your own.

"Yeah I'm excited, maybe a bit worried, but excited nonetheless."

You frowned. Worried about what?

"Worried about what?" Bella asked, taking the words right out of your mouth. Pedro shrugged. "You're great with kids though."

He nodded. "But it's different when it's your own, you have to be a great example of what she should be, a role model and what if I'm not the best example?"

You placed your hand on your stomach out of habit, why did he never say this to you before? You had told him your doubts about becoming a mother and he reassured you every time, surely you'd do the same for him. You straightened yourself up and knocked on the door frame peeking your head from behind the wall. "Hellooo."

"YN!" Bella exclaimed, they sprinted out of their seat leaving Pedro in the dust, and they carefully engulfed you in a loving embrace. "How's it going, honey?"

"Good, just shooting and talking to the old man here."

You looked up at Pedro who had a sheepish smile on his face, you bent your lips in attempting to hide your own grin but you couldn't help it, every time you saw him it poured a bit more joy into your soul. Bella's eye ran between you and Pedro and they grimaced. "I will leave you two to be gross, bye baby." They planted a kiss on your tummy and another on your cheek before leaving you and Pedro alone. You reached out hoping to receive a hug which he gladly delivered. He nuzzled his nose into your neck and planted a small kiss on the side. "Hi, mama."

"Hi baby, you okay?"

"Better now that you guys are here." He never left out his unborn child, often referring to you as two people now. You two pulled apart, you lifted up the brown bag containing your meals and gently shook it. "Was hoping we could have lunch together."

Pedro's eyes sparkled with love at the way you said that. "Always. No drinks though?" You closed your eyes in immediate defeat, you knew your hand felt empty but you didn't know what was missing. "They're in the car, sorry, mommy brain." He playfully pouted laying his palm out and asking for the keys. "No, it's cool I'll get them." You reassured.

"YN." That tone was stern, he barely wanted you holding that lunch bag let alone waddling back to the car for drinks, you kissed your teeth and handed over the car keys. "Meet me in my trailer?"

You agreed and watched him vanish. You took your sweet time navigating back out of the hallway and maneuvered around the set until you arrived at Pedro's trailer outside, thank goodness Alberta's weather was tolerable today, it wasn't too cold but half the time you couldn't tell anyway. The constant hot flashes had you boiling in your own sauna for one minute and freezing your ass off when it died down. You made your way inside, you huffed completely exhausted from your little trip, after catching your breath you sat down on the couch and placed the bag on the table.

As you took the contents out the door swung open revealing Pedro holding the tray with your drinks and a little bag in his hand. "Thank you." You took the tray out of his hands and placed it on the table, you nodded toward the bag. "What's that?"

"They had red velvet cupcakes at the snack table and I know that's been one of your cravings lately, so I... snatched an unopened container..."

You shook your head. There really wasn't anything he wouldn't do for you. You thanked him and placed the treat next to your food. The cushion next to you sank as he sat down, you could feel his gaze on you but tried your best to avoid it. He raised his hand and proper his finger under your chin to turn your head towards him. "I knew you were coming."

"Shut up no you didn't."

He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, you whined wanting a longer one. "Yes, I did." He replied. "How was the appointment? Everything's good?"

You nodded. "She still has ten fingers, ten toes and a big head."

He frowned. "Don't talk about my baby like that." You laughed kissing his head as an apology. The two of you finally dug into your meals, talking about what was new even though you didn't have many updates. Pedro talked about how the show was going and how much he was enjoying filming. You were proud of him, his career had really skyrocketed recently and though it kept him busy you were happy to hold down the fort for him.

After you finished eating you made yourself extra comfortable on the sofa, leaning against the armrest with your legs laid out on the cushions. Pedro chuckled at how exhausted you were, it was cute, it couldn't be easy carrying around a boulder all day. He assisted in removing your crocs and letting you rest but not before crawling between your legs and gently relaxing his head beside your belly. You absentmindedly ran your hands through his hair and rested it on the back of his head.

Slumber was near and you tried so hard to fight it but judging by how quiet you'd become, it wasn't hard for Pedro to tell you were dozing off. He planted a light kiss on your stomach with a gentle poke at your belly button which earned a kick from the baby. "Yeah, I know you're in there." You smiled at their communication. "I'm ready for her to be out here." You mumbled sleepily. "Me too."

"I chose the best person in the world to create life with, you are going to be an amazing father Pedrito. You spoil her and she's not even here yet, you've shown her so much love that at this point I am just carrying her for you and you only."

He looked up at you figuring you overheard his conversation with Bella. "I don't think baby Pascal would've chosen us for no reason."

The reassurance gave him a bit of a boost, slowly melting away whatever doubts he had earlier today. "I love you." He cooed. "I love you too, baby."

He rubbed your belly and nuzzled his nose on the side. "And I love you, mi corazoncito."

If you're new here (hi how are ya) I have this thing where I like to write my boys as fathers so expect a lot more of this. Especially with Pedro because... I mean, it's him. also I heard Bella Ramsey is non-binary, correct me if I'm wrong though i don't mind if you liked this fic, feel free to like this fic. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. I will be going back to the regularly scheduled program of the main 3, but we'll circle back to Papi Pedro soon dw😏 peace and love

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so just an idea. what if few years down the line when prof and h get married and he drops her to uni first time after they are married and people address her "professor styles" or "doctor styles" and she cant stop blushing and harry is just smirkingg. you can totally ignore this if this isn't something you like!

Heyyy queeeeeen, first of all HAPPY NEW YEAR! Second off all this is kinda a request/idea : how about y/n is mad at bf!Harry so she gives him the silent treatment and then out off nowhere he calls her y/n Styles and it gets her attention and then they have a talk about marriage and the end up making love?

I've given this a lot of thought, because on the one hand, I feel like Professor would be the type to keep her last name. BUT I also think she would appreciate the idea of shedding her past for good by taking a new name, Harry's name. She talks about it at length with Harry, and he holds his tongue, wanting her to come to her own decision and supporting whatever she wants to do (but he totally has an opinion and it's for her to be Mrs. Dr. Styles). And because you so graciously requested this, we're going with Mrs. Dr. Styles, so here is three times Professor was referred to as Dr. Styles!

The Professor Series

Harry often thought the way Y/n went on tangents was cute, adorable even, but right now she was being a little...unreasonable.

"Y/n, we talked about this. It happened for a moment, and security took care of it. I'm fine."

"This is not okay! Do you know how many creeps there are out there? So many. I don't need statistics because I encounter them all the time, Harry. This is serious. You could've been hurt, the band could've been hurt, anyone could've—"

"Darling, nothing happened. Come back down to earth for me. Please?" he said, standing up from the hotel bed to come near her.

"I am on earth! Where some...some freak decided it was okay to run onstage and charge you! Why aren't you taking this seriously, Harry? Anything could've happened? So many celebrities are attacked by fans who think they're in a relationship or have a right to..."

And on and on she went.

Harry knew it was scary for her. Y/n got easily spooked by this kind of thing. And he was fine with that, but honestly, hearing about all of this was freaking him out. He'd been fine after the show, but now she was making him uncomfortable.

"Y/n, love, come on. Stop," he said gently, reaching for her hand. But she wouldn't stop, she just kept going.

Harry loved her, he would never want to change a single thing about her. He loved her little quirks and all the things that made up who she was. She wouldn't be his love without them. But sometimes she didn't listen to him, and sometimes she worked herself into a frenzy when she didn't need to.

"Y/n Styles! Stop. I love you, but you need to stop," he said, voice soft but stern.

He didn't even realize what he said until she asked, "What did you just call me?"

"What?"

"Y—You called me Y/n...Styles," she said, and Harry thought she'd probably never looked so confused in her life. "Why would you do that?"

"I...I don't know," he said truthfully. "It just came out. Sorry."

He wasn't sorry, though. Not really. Harry might not have meant to, but he certainly liked the sound of it. They hadn't been together very long, but he knew what he wanted, he knew what his future was going to look like. Harry didn't care how long it took or when that future started, but he could wait.

What he didn't want was to freak his girlfriend out. Harry knew Y/n loved him, but she sometimes got squirrely about the abstract, the unknown.

"No, it's—it's okay, I—I kind of liked it," she said.

Of all the things to happen tonight, that was the most surprising.

Grinning, Harry said, "You did, did you?"

"I know that look. Don't give me that look or I'll take it back," she said, stepping away from him as he got closer.

"What look?"

"That look! Put those bedroom eyes away!"

"Bedroom eyes?" Harry asked, laughing as he cornered Y/n against a wall. In a sing-song voice, he said, "You want to be my wiiife."

"N—No, that's not what I said, I just—Hey!"

"No more talking," he said, carrying her over his shoulder. "We, Y/n Styles, are going to bed."

Y/n tried to say something, but Harry's mouth was on hers before she could make a sound. "I said no more talking," he murmured, nudging his nose against hers. "We're going to bed, and we're going to kiss for a little bit."

"Maybe a little more?"

Chuckling, Harry kissed the top of her cheekbone. "Whatever Mrs. Styles wants, she gets."

"Stop it with that. We're—mm."

"Shh. No more talking."

"It's—It's Doctor Styles," Y/n corrected, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck.

"Of course. Now, where were we?"

"Have a wonderful, wonderful day, Dr. Styles."

"It's review day. My least favorite day," Y/n huffed, slumping against the seat of the car.

"Impossible," Harry said, leaning across the middle console to kiss her temple. "Today is your first day of work as Dr. Styles, which means it is the best day."

Y/n's cheeks flushed at the sound of her name. Her new name. She loved it, of course, she wouldn't have changed her name if she didn't. But it was just so new. They'd only been...married...a few weeks. Seeing the ring on her left hand still surprised her from time to time.

"Are you going to say Dr. Styles every time you address me?" she asked him.

Harry's grin was broad as he winked and said, "Absolutely, Dr. Styles."

"Harry—"

He took her chin in his hand and kissed her long and hard. When he pulled back, her entire face was red. "Harry! Anyone could see—"

"Let them. I love my wife, and everyone should know it," he said. "I'll be by for lunch, okay?"

"Really?"

Harry kissed her forehead. "Yep. Gonna bring you flowers and embarrass you in front of all your students and make them jealous at the same time. So go, I'm looking forward to being a trophy husband."

He was being silly, he knew that, but he couldn't help it. They were married. Harry would shout it from the rooftops if he could, but he would settle for making Y/n blush every chance he got.

Grinning from ear to ear, Y/n surged forward and kissed him. "Do you have to bring the flowers?"

Chuckling, Harry pecked the bridge of her nose. "I have to bring the flowers, Dr. Styles."

Y/n, Dr. Styles, wrinkled her nose at Harry, her husband, who just wrinkled his at her and kissed her pouted lips. "You better go, Dr. Styles. You're gonna be late for class."

She nearly told Harry to drive them back home, that she didn't want to go back and teach, she just wanted to stay in all day with him. But that was impractical. She had to go.

So Y/n got out of the car and went, but not before one more kiss to Harry's lips.

All day, when students called her Dr. Styles, Y/n blushed. She got through her lectures without a hitch, but she couldn't avoid the teasing questions at the end, or the cheers and whistles when Harry came by as promised, a takeout bag in one hand and a large bouquet of her favorite flowers in the other. He ate up all the attention, then sat Y/n on his lap while they ate lunch together. And when her next class was about to start, he didn't leave like she expected. He stayed in her desk chair and minded his own business while she gave her lecture, though she could feel his gaze on her every now and again, each one more heated than the last.

Y/n could feel each one and tried not to rush through one of her lectures so they could get home. That wasn't who she was, she was a good professor who didn't let her husband's—her husband's—bedroom eyes get in the way of a lecture. She was better than that, she would be better than—

"I think that covers everything. I think you would all benefit from some free study time, so...so get studying!"

Students trickled out one by one, some of them going up to Y/n to ask her a question or congratulate her or both. She answered and accepted each graciously, but her fingers were also tapping furiously against her leg, just below the hem of her skirt. And finally, when the last student was finally gone, Y/n turned around and launched herself at Harry.

"Take me home," she mumbled against his mouth. "Take me home right now, please."

"Darling, you have one more class—"

"Now," she insisted, before going back to kissing him all over. His neck, his jaw, his cheeks, the corners of his mouth.

Harry hummed as he threaded his hand through her hair. He gripped her waist and indulged her in one more kiss before he tilted his head back. "I love you, my darling, darling wife, but no."

"No?"

"No. I know you want to now, but you'd be disappointed for letting your students down later," he said.

Y/n wanted to protest, but she knew Harry was right, so she slumped against his chest. "But I want you right now."

"Believe me, you are not alone in that department," he said, squeezing her hip. "But, we have our whole lives together, hm? So I will wait, and so will you, and when we get home..."

"Promise?"

Harry kissed his wife, loving the feel of her body pressed against his. "Promise."

"Okay, we're live in three, two, one!"

The host of The Daily Show smiled at the appropriate camera and did his normal greetings after the commercial break, then announced that Y/n was here.

"Welcome Dr. Y/l/n"

Y/n was nervous beyond all reason, but somehow she managed a small smile. "Thank you. I—It's Dr. Styles."

She wasn't used to this. She wasn't used to the cameras and the attention and the live studio audience. Well, she was, but her lectures were different. That was her safe space. This...a live television interview was not her safe space.

"Right! Of course, congratulations!" the host said. "How is married life treating you and your husband? What's his name again?"

"HARRY!" someone in the audience shouted, which caused everyone to laugh and cheer.

Y/n blushed. How long had they been married, and she still blushed at the mention of her and Harry being married? "Good. Good, I guess. We're very happy."

"I'm glad! And I'm so curious to know how the two of you met. A Cambridge professor with multiple PhDs and a world famous pop star. How does that happen?"

The host's voice wasn't condescending, merely curious, but Y/n wasn't prepared to talk about this. She didn't come to talk about her relationship.

Her mind buzzed with an answer that wouldn't be rude but would also change the subject. "We...met during the pandemic, which was when I realized how lacking schools were in...in so much. Which sounds silly, but I skipped most elementary grades and spent most of my time in higher education. But I...I realized I could help."

"Right! You became quite the internet sensation during lockdown to make educational videos, which obviously led to this. Your very own curriculum."

Grinning, Y/n nodded.

She never set out to write a series of textbooks for children. Y/n had a busy life, a fulfilling life as a professor. And yet somehow, she found herself wanting to do more. Harry had a lot of...younger family, and she liked to help them with their homework and projects and such. But her first look at their textbooks was very disappointing.

"This is what they're teaching you? This isn't even historically accurate! Where's..."

It was safe to say once something was on Y/n's mind, she couldn't let it go. Harry was amused but supportive, his usual reaction when she took on a new project.

"How can I help, love?"

"You didn't even finish school. How are you going to help me write a textbook?"

"Ouch, love."

"Well?"

"I mean you're right, but you could always say, 'Thank you husband. I love you so much.' Now you try."

"Thank you husband! I love you so much!"

"See? Not so hard."

"I started by just writing one. A comprehensive American History textbook," she said now, tapping her fingers under the desk where no one could see. " Kids have the capacity to learn so much more than what schools are currently teaching them. Leaving things out or not acknowledging certain events or painting our nation's history in a certain light is a disservice to them."

Y/n wasn't expecting applause, didn't necessarily want it. So she was surprised when the audience cheered for her answer. She smiled despite herself, then glanced to the side where Harry was standing off camera. He gave Y/n a thumbs up and blew her a kiss.

"That's amazing," the host said. "So you started with one, and it just progressed from there?"

"Yes, I—Once my mind is set on a project, I can't let it go, so I carved out time and just...wrote a bunch of textbooks, I guess. Well, I researched and got a Master's in Urban Education first. But then...then I wrote a bunch of textbooks."

"You wrote an entire elementary and middle school curriculum by yourself! That's incredible, Dr. Styles."

The audience cheered again, and when it died down, the host asked her more questions about her books, which she was happy to answer. She talked about her approach and her willingness to not shy away from or hide unsavory history. "In a way that's appropriate for each age group, obviously," she said. "But it's important for children to understand the complexity of history and that there's never just one side to a story. I tried really hard to be respectful and honor forgotten voices that have been left out for too long."

"Would you ever teach to younger pupils, yourself?" the host asked.

"Oh heavens no," Y/n said quickly. "My students at university can barely keep up with me. No, I—I wanted to do my part by providing well-rounded, unbiased material, but I'm not sure kids would want me to teach it."

And when it was all said and done, when the cameras were off, the host shook her hand and thanked her for coming to the show.

Y/n walked off the set and toward Harry, who was quick to spin her around in his arms. "You were fantastic," Harry said.

"I know! I was nervous at first, but I just am so proud of my work, you know? So it was easy to talk about. And I even managed a few jokes!"

Harry laughed because her "jokes" flew over everyone's heads. The only reason Harry got them was because Y/n practiced them on him the night before. "They were great."

She smiled, but it dimmed the longer she looked at him. "You didn't think they're funny."

"What? I didn't say that! Why would you—"

"You didn't have to. It's all over your face," she said, pouting. "You don't think I'm funny?"

"I think you're brilliant, and I think you have so many talents. Can you let the rest of us idiots be funny?"

"I suppose that's fine," she huffed. "Can we go home now?"

Kissing her temple, Harry took her hand and led her out of the studio. "We can go wherever you want, Dr. Styles."

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ewanmitchellconnoisseur · 2 months

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"Mɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ Esᴛᴀᴛᴇs" - Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

Divders (In each Chapter) by @firefly-graphics & @cafekitsune

Hello! This is the Masterlist page for my 17-part Ewanverse Series titled: Mitchell Apartments! This series includes 11 of Ewan's most prominent characters and does take place in the modern world!

Summary: You manage to finally get an apartment, the rent isn't cheap and you know you'll have to overwork yourself to afford it but you have no other choice. You can't go home and you can't afford to go anywhere else. It's quiet and lonely in the beginning but you soon make some connections with the other tenants, and you manage to get yourself into some trouble too.

Can you survive living in this new area? Or will you be packing up and moving before the year's up? What could go wrong? They just want to be friendly.

Fandom(s): House of The Dragon, Salad Days, Grantchester, The Halycon, Fire, World on Fire, Saltburn, The Las Kingdom, Trigger Point, High Life, and Doctors

Warnings: These fics will include dubcon, manipulation, & violence More specific warnings will be added to individual chapters! 18+ only fic!

If you wish to be added to the taglist please comment on this!

Chapter 1: "Moving In"

Chapter 2: "Bitter" (Will x Reader)

Chapter 3: "Babysitter" (03/16)

Chapter 4: "Gentle" (Jack x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 5: "Confident" (Billy Washington x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 6: "Trouble in Paradise" (TBD)

Chapter 7: "Filthy" (Abraham x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 8: "Good Boy" (Osferth x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 9: "New Beginning" (TBD)

Chapter 10: "Date Night" (Tom Bennett x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 11: "Good Neighbor" (Aemond Targaryen x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 12: "Pop Quiz" (TBD)

Chapter 13: "Flustered" (Billy Taylor x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 14: "Nerd" (Micheal Gavey x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 15: "Laundry" (TBD)

Chapter 16: "Easy Money" (Genyen x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 17: "Rent" (Ettore x Reader) (TBD)

A/N: If not mentioned in chapters I wish to reiterate something. All characters that partake in any sexual content (even fluff) are 18+. No one is underage. If you as a reader are underage I beg of you to not read this! If I knew how to sniff you guys out and block you I would.

If you decide to not listen to me please understand you are responsible for your own consumption. No Parents should be attempting to get my account taken down because of your choices!

PLEASE READ: I would also like to say. These stories are not meant to be taken any specific way. I say this because I worry how people will react to her sleeping with ALL of her neighbors. This was honestly just for funsies and if I see any serious slut shaming comments you're getting blocked.

Honourable Mentions: @thought--bubble Jess is honestly the whole reason I started writing in the first place! Her Kitty Cat Series inspired me to write my own Ettore fic which has led me here today. Thank you Jess for feeding my delusions and being a source of inspiration!

MaximumWill (NSFW! LINKS) Patreon & Soundgasm You guys may think this is odd...but I gotta credit him. I do not believe he has Tumblr but I have linked to his patreon. He is an 18+ audio maker...(if you know what I mean 😏🍆) He is the inspiration for the Micheal Chapter with this audio & the inspiration for this ENTIRE series + the Ettore chapter with this audio. (Please do not judge me...Im already ashamed🫠🫣)

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liquidstar · 27 days

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SEASON 3 TRAILER DROPPED HERES MY THOUGHTS (LN spoilers)

BROTHER AND SISTER OF ALL TIME THEYRE SO CUTE <3 love seeing how their relationship has progressed from beako literally throwing him out a window for stuff like this to her happily playing along its so so so so so cute. genuinely just one of the cutest and sweetest dynamics in the series

hi ram roswaal and fred :) this is probably all we're going to really see of you guys this arc lol

JOSHUA REAL!!!!! but not for long (also otto in the bg foreshadowing all the drinking hes about to do this arc. hes so stressed. poor emilia is trying her best)

julius looks so babyfaced here? they really emphasized his long eyelashes just like subaru has been on about every time he mentions him. they better include the scene where he checks him out, like, if they dont animate subaru looking dead at this mans ass im going to riot

i LOVE this shot of ana. you can really tell shes up to some corrupt capitalist bullshit as we speak. love her for that. wish i had this pic when i made that one money game anastasia video

the red dress actually does look really good on crusch like it compliments the green hair really well but also the crusch we know would not walk around in such a thing so its like. damn looks like the "memories are an important part of identity" story thinks memories are an important part of identity. who knew.

ALSO LOVE FELTS NEW LOOK SO MUCH! the only complaint is i felt (felt lol) like the red brought out her eyes more but the blue also looks cool. three primary colors all being used looks nice too

whatever who cares about all that THE CUNT!!!!!!! THE CUNT IS HERE!!! I CANNOT WAIT FOR ALL THE DRAMA SHE CAUSES TO BE ANIMATED FOR REAL

no fucking way... did they actually...

THEY DID! THEY CENSORED THAT HORRIBLE FUCKING DESIGN OH MY GOD. SHES WEARING SHORTS AND JUST A CROPPED SHIRT. AND CHAPS I GUESS? BUT ALSO A LITTLE SKIRT CAPE SO NO ASS SHOTS... THIS WILL MAKE WATCHING THE SEASON SO MUCH MORE TOLERABLE. i mean not perfect but STILL.

photos taken seconds before disaster lmfao. i still love how chin thinks subaru is a freak and weirdo for being so buddy buddy with him after he and his buddies mugged him. twice. (even more times from subarus perspective. hell he stabbed subaru once) genuinely cant wait to see more of this dynamic its so stupid.

THE FUCKING CUNT!!!!!! also the apples lol

oh you poor thing. you have no idea what next level family drama bullshit awaits. good luck. get ready to kill grandma AGIAN lol

:'( emilia still misses her terrible cat dad and its kinda sad when you know were not getting a resolution on that here either. they both look so sad :(

i cannot wait for garf mommy issues round fucking 2.

THIS CRAZY BITCH!!! I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THIS CRAZY BITCH ANIMATED. I CANT WAIT TO SEE HOW THEYRE PORTRAY HER MANNERISMS. ESP W HOW WILD PETELGEUSE WAS ANIMATED IN S1. REAL LOONY TOONS BULLSHIT. AND HER POWERS ARE ALSO SOOOOOO MUCH COOLER I CANT WAIT

NO MORE DRESSES FOR CRUSCH YAY

he fucking bit it. yeah i guess thats what dogs do tho.

YOU. DIVORCE MAN. KILL YOURSELF. SLASH SERIOUS.

the empathy powers will have a glowing eye effect. very cool but i hope they dont show it too much in the first scene bc like in the LN i think its cooler if you dont know why everything is so... Wrong.

i dont rly have anything to say i just think ferris looks cool covered in blood. imagine being healed here like doctor catgirl will see you now

emilia be nice. that crazy bitch might be your mom. just like how the previous crazy bitch was in fact your dad.

THEY CHANGED UP CAPELLA'S DESIGN TOO honestly tho her being sexualized makes sense w a lot of the themes (the way its intentionally meant to be perverse and gross in a way explicitly stated) so i didnt mind as much and she still IS here but. this is still an improvement imo just a better outfit looks cooler. bug.

NAUR I DONT WANNA WAIT... OCTOBER.... AUGH

#re:zero #very excited even the things that i was the most unexcited abt and made me wary to watch have been fixed a bit yippeeee

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Doctor Who status report! Writing these I'm realizing I only ever feel compelled to share my opinions on media when they are positive lmao makes for rather boring commentary probably!! but I only care to share the things I love, I would be a lousy critic 😆

We are half way through S7 and I can say now that S6 was a big improvement from S5 for us! It was really fun! we have been rating every episode and keeping season average scores and S5 was the lowest we ranked so far out of all but it was still enjoyable honestly! Someone in the comments in one of my reports mentioned that each doctor's first season is usually their worst one and I'm also noticing this! I think Ten's first season was his lowest ranked out of his three for us too even though all his run was super high. Matt seems more comfortable in his doctor's portrayal by now and he is also more goofy which I personally always love 🥰

S6's arc had us terrified and puzzled the whole time it was very engaging!! and some of the episodes were devastating like "The girl who waited" and just everything about River Song always, The Silence creatures are so unnerving and cool and it had a ton of really classic episodes with great concepts. We were kind of disappointed with "the doctor's wife" episode though I'm a bit mad about it because I feel it had some great ideas but the way some elements were handled ruined it for us (mainly the Tardis's whole characterization and the Doctor's reactions to the situation felt so flat and out of character it was weird) so much wasted potential! but overall it was a great season!

Then S7 so far we watched up to "The bells of saint john" and our favourite has been "The angels take Manhattan" we love the concept of the Weeping angels and this one was terrifying and back to their original lore! and the ending was so unexpected! We also met Clara and I love her too honestly I'm terrible at rating companions because I love them all I think they all bring something new and special to the story I end up loving everyone 😭 We have seven episodes left with Eleven ahhhh time to suffer another regeneration soon!!

About the writing I think as we watched we grew more used to the differences and they became less jarring, though when I think back to the RTD era I feel I loved it because of the writing while now I sometimes I feel that I love it despite the writing, if that makes any sense? I still do love it but it feels like wrestling with Moffat a bit! lmao. He gets a bit repetitive and too on the nose and ..weird about women and overly grandiose at times still but now we know to expect it 🤣

Also another unrelated observation but we feel that Eleven seems younger than Ten in many ways. I know their personalities are supposed to change and they are not necessarily linear but it's something curious we both noticed! And Eleven is such a clingy soft little man!! baby!! very cute!! I love him I'm excited to see how the change to Twelve is going to feel!! I have no idea what to expect from Twelve I'm so curious!!

We are consuming this series so fast and we don't want it to end!! 😭 I have such a gigantic backlog of art I want to make about it by now, I keep thinking of ideas as I go and I don't have the time to draw them yet because of work!! AAAAA the moment I meet the last of my current deadlines it's over for you all!!

Anyway that was very long I'll go make dinner and watch some more 🥰 I hope you all have a good night and a great start of the week!

#doctor who #personal #this show is now our comfort show forever #DW report

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dr. feelgood - chapter two

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

a/n: the response to this fic has been so unexpected and it's honestly amazing! thank you all so much for reading. a lot of this series is based on grey’s anatomy but I’m putting my own spin on it! all the positive feedback is motivating me to write more often so I’m going to try to post new chapters on a somewhat weekly schedule.

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, very minor character death, unprotected sex, rough sex

Word count: 1.5k

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I had to drag myself out of bed the next morning. I was dreading going to the hospital. Mainly because I was nervous to see the hot doctor I’d accidentally slept with. I didn’t know what to say to him. I wasn’t sure if we should talk about it or just pretend like it never happened. And he was so damn coy it was difficult to tell what he was thinking.

Once we were changed into scrubs, we met with Palmer to go through rounds. As we visited each patient, our knowledge was tested on their diagnoses and treatment plans. Palmer would assign an intern to each of the cases to assist with patient treatment and potential surgeries. Once rounds were finished, I was the last intern left and I eyed Palmer inquisitively.

“Y/L/N, you will be working with Dr. Barnes today.”

I felt nervous butterflies in my stomach, “Oh, I just thought I’d be working with one of these patients,” I said, trying to get out of it.

“Nope, Barnes specifically requested you. He’s down in the pit.”

“Got it,” I replied. I trudged to the elevator that would take me down to the ER, wondering how I was going to handle this.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, nurses were scrambling, prepping beds and trauma rooms.

“There’s my intern!” I heard from across the way. “Good morning Y/L/N,” he said, calling me by my last name. While this was common in the medical field, it felt oddly chummy coming from him.

“Hi Dr. Barnes. What do we have today?” I faked a smile.

“Collision in a bicycle race, multiple injuries, a few pretty serious. The ambulance is on the way. Put on one of those gowns and follow me.” I took a yellow disposable gown and donned it over my scrubs, along with a set of surgical gloves. Then I followed Bucky to the back entrance of the ER where the ambulances would arrive.

The two of us stood there for a moment in silence, listening for the wail of sirens that were sure to arrive any minute. There was a chill in the air which gave me shivers and ultimately put me on edge. I wasn’t good with uncomfortable silence, but I bit my tongue, determined not to give in first.

I lost that imaginary contest.

“Why did you lie to me?” I asked, turning toward him.

“I didn’t lie to you.”

“You told me your name was Bucky.”

“My name is Bucky. It’s what all my friends call me. It’s a nickname from when I was growing up.”

“Then why hasn’t anyone here called you Bucky.”

He sighed, “James is more professional so it's what I use at work. Think about it, who would want a surgeon named Bucky operating on them.”

I considered his point for a moment and realized I believed him. Before I could retort he added, “You weren’t exactly honest with me. You never said you were a doctor.”

I immediately became defensive, “I was just looking for a hookup, not someone to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Oh that was very clear when you hit on me.”

My jaw dropped, “The way I remember it, you hit on me.”

“Mmm…you’re probably right. I do have a thing for gorgeous women drinking tequila by themselves.”

I ran my tongue across my teeth in an attempt to fight the smile that was attempting to spread across my face.

“Okay, you know what, I’m pretending like that night never happened. We are starting fresh today. I am your intern and that’s it. No more flirting with me.”

“Whatever you say, Y/L/N,” he said, flashing me that irresistible smile. I shifted my attention away from his handsome face as the sound of sirens came into earshot.

The gurneys flowed in with injuries ranging from concussions to flesh wounds. I quickly made a move for one of the cases that I guessed to be surgical. The patient was an attractive male in his early thirties. He had three bicycle spokes poking out of his abdomen but was speaking perfectly normally.

“What happened here?” I asked him, inspecting the wounds.

“Just another day in the life,” he replied.

I chuckled, “You make it a habit of ending up in the ER?”

“It’s the best way to meet hot doctors,” he flirted. I stopped my inspection to stare at him, finding myself oddly charmed.

“What’s your name?” I said, pulling out a clipboard to fill out some paperwork.

“Quentin Beck.”

“Well Quentin Beck, I’m going to remove these spokes and stitch up your abdomen. Then I recommend we send you to CT just to ensure there isn’t any additional damage.”

“Ooh I don’t know about that. I’ve gotta get out of here.”

“Leaving so soon?” I joked.

“Can’t miss the big afterparty. I’ll see you there right?”

“You wish,” I applied a numbing agent to his wounds before carefully removing the spokes. I pulled off his shirt and started working on his sutures. Quentin kept trying to talk and I continued to shush him, focusing on tending to his wounds.

“You really should go to CT,” I said as I finished stitching him up and admired my work.

“No can do darling. My presence is expected elsewhere.”

I shook my head in disapproval, “Well I’m going to need you to sign a form that says you’re leaving against medical advice.”

“I will sign anything you ask me to.” I handed him a clipboard and showed him where to sign. He scribbled his signature, handed the clipboard back to me and stood up to leave the room. Then he doubled back and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me towards him, and kissed me, taking me completely by surprise.

When he pulled away he said, “That was for good luck.” Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving for the hospital.

At that moment, I looked through the blinds and saw Bucky standing there, having witnessed the entire exchange. He had a surprised yet smug expression on his face

“Did you just make out with a patient?” he asked, leaning on the door jamb.

I had no words for what had just happened. “He just…kissed me…” I eventually managed.

“So that’s your type, huh?”

“I don’t have a type.”

“No? You don’t like world class doctors with irresistible charm?”

“Are you jealous?” I teased.

“Maybe I am,” he added with a smile. “But I could really use your help with a patient.”

“Of course,” I followed him out of the room and tried to shift my focus back to work. One of the patients was having difficulty breathing and needed to be intubated.

“Have you done this before?” he asked me.

“Not on a real patient,” I replied.

He smiled, “We’re going to change that.” He instructed me to get in position towards the patient's head. He handed me the necessary equipment and talked me through it. I felt my nerves increasing, not sure if I was ready to do this.

He seemed to pick up on this because then he said, “Hey, don’t panic. You can do this. I’ll be right here if you need help.” I nodded and took a deep breath, focusing on what he instructed. I had to make sure I inserted the tube into the trachea and not the esophagus. I angled the device to where Bucky had described and carefully fed the tube downwards. I looked toward him for confirmation I had done it correctly.

“Now place your hand on his chest and see if air is filling the lungs.” I did as he instructed and felt the gentle inflation of the patient’s chest.

“Yeah, I think I can feel it.” He placed his hand next to mine, overlapping ever so slightly to confirm the intubation had been successful.

He nodded and smiled at me, “Yeah you got it. Great job Dr. Y/L/N.” I couldn’t hide the smile spreading across my face and the rush that was hitting me. This was the feeling I’d been chasing for the past few years. This was why I wanted to become a surgeon.

I watched as Bucky continued his examination to determine what the patient needed. He appeared to have a few external injuries but nothing that major.

“His abdomen is swollen, so he might have some internal injuries. Y/L/N, can you take him down to CT.”

“Absolutely,” I replied. And just like that Bucky was gone, off to the next patient. I wheeled down the John Doe we just intubated to get his scans.

Once the CT was complete, I held up his scans to study them. There was severe internal bleeding in the abdomen that would likely require surgery. I paged Bucky, knowing he would need to make the ultimate call.

It didn’t take him long to answer the page. I had the scans displayed against the backlights and was studying them. He walked into the room and said, “What do you see?”

“Internal bleeding.”

“It looks like it’s coming from the kidneys. We need to get in there, stat. Book an OR.”

“Got it,” I replied, leaving the room to complete my task.

“Oh and Y/L/N? Great work today. I’ll see you in the OR.”

“I’m scrubbing in?” I asked, astounded.

He nodded with his signature smile, “You’re scrubbing in.”

next chapter

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes doctor au #bucky barnes slow burn #bucky barnes x you

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riddle-me-ri · 8 months

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I apologize if I sent this already but I honestly can’t remember, if it’s alright could we please have the scarecrows when they get jealous??? 🙏🏼🥺

A/N: no worries, you're all good you haven't sent it in yet! And I have no doubt these wee boys can be quite envious lol.

Jealousy Scenarios w/ The Scarecrows

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

Jonathan thinks that, much like fear, he’s above jealousy.

Which is exactly why he’s not…jealous of you spending time with the Arkham Knight.

He’s mostly confused, you should be by his side…he’s the orchestrator of this whole night.

Jonathan will likely think he’s hiding his displeasures, but he actually makes it painfully obvious.

Jonathan insists…almost demands you stay with him. He finds tasks for you to do…he even begins being more physical with you.

You know you shouldn’t push it, but you enjoy the idea that he cares enough to be jealous in the first place.

And you don’t miss the soft lool on his face when he notices you staying with him more often.

Nolanverse/Murphy Scarecrow:

Jonathan didn’t want too think much of the new psychologist at Arkham Asylum.

He didn’t…at first until they began openly flirting with you.

Jonathan could barely swallow his resentment when he saw you smiling and laughing with them.

He’d grit his teeth and clench his fists.

You were far too kind and welcoming for your own good.

Jonathan makes an extra effort to be more present at Arkham.

You’re surprised to see him more often, but you’re enjoying having him with you more.

He sneaks kisses on your cheek and whispers compliments in your ear…

However, you can’t help but wonder where that new doctor went…who has been missing for almost a week now.

Batman The Animated Series Scarecrow:

Jonathan aways knew it would be a bad idea to allow you to meet his more…eccentric colleagues.

But he didn’t think it would be because they were trying to charm you off your feet.

Jonathan is silently seething in the corner, steam about to burst out of his ears.

Jervis made you giggle. Edward made you blush…

It took everything for Jonathan not to drag you away and keep you to himself again.

But he didn’t want to take any chance to upset you, so he silently seethed.

Until you come over and hug him…showing appreciation in him trusting you to meet his friends.

Jonathan instantly melts when you kiss his cheek, instantly comforting him without you knowing.

The New Batman Adventures Scarecrow:

This Scarecrow…was always weary of someone better coming your way.

You are so bright and joyous, you deserved better than him.

It was only a matter of time, until the proper partner for you came along.

He’s unsure what to do when he sees you hanging out with a co-worker.

Jonathan wants to snatch you away, make your co-worker undergo a terror they’ve never imagined…and just keep you to himself from now on.

Just before he could dig himself deeper into his envy, you show up with your bright smile and a welcoming kiss.

You love him openly, unconditionally every time…and this dissipates the gnawing jealousy in his heart.

Fear State Scarecrow:

Like other Scarecrows, this Jonathan is incredibly observant.

He’s aware of you being extra cheerful or distracted lately.

It doesn’t take long for thoughts and assumptions to come up in his mind.

Some childhood friend of yours has come back to town. Possibly some feelings being re-kindled as well.

Ironically enough, he feeds himself into his own fear of losing you to someone else.

He will come up with a plethora of excuses to get you to stay, or have you run errands to keep you busy.

Anything to keep you near him, but not hinder his plans.

It’s obvious to you what’s happening, and you can’t help but find it a tad bit amusing.

Year One Scarecrow:

Jonathan is extremely protective and defensive of you.

You’re the first bit of peace and happiness he’s found in anyone.

He sure as hell isn’t going to lose you to anyone.

Jonathan gets jealous easily, moreso than either of you like to admit.

Actively drags you away from someone else and tries to take up your time.

He’s just really used to being abandoned or abused and…he’s not sure he can go through that again with you.

But every time you reassure him, you continue to stay by his side.

Jonny grows more secure in the relationship and less jealous…eventually.

Masters of Fear Scarecrow:

Like earlier Scarecrows, he tries to ignore it.

He knows you’re faithful, he knows you love him and wouldn’t leave him…

But just so everyone knows you’re his…

Jonathan will always keep a hand on your person.

Whether it’s your hand, your shoulder, or the small of your back.

He will conveniently come up with plans so you couldn’t go out with someone he feels threatened by.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice his jealousy.

You’re quick to reassure him that he has nothing to worry about

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series Scarecrow:

Definitely tries to hide his jealousy.

But masks it….terribly.

He can’t help it…he adores you, but he knows other people like you too!

How could they not want to spend time with you?

Jonathan tries not to show his discomfort, but you can tell from how fidgety he is.

His fiddling with his hands, he’s shrugging, and is less sure of himself…more than usual.

You try to includ ehim, if you can’t, you assure him that you two will spend some quality time together.

Jonathan instantly perks right up and doesn’t learn why he got jealous in the first place…

Until he gets jealous again.

Happy Halloween Scooby-Doo Scarecrow:

Likely believes he’s too old or mature to ever get jealous.

Unlike other Scarecrows, you’re likely to try and make him jealous than do it by accident.

Just to see what he’s like…and maybe prove a point out of spite.

Not much works, since he can tell you’re trying to get a rise out of him.

When he does get jealous, it's when you least expect it.

Jonathan becomes clingy and more physical; holding you, pulling you closer to him.

His attention is now on you tenfold, but he also steals glances at whoever it was that set him off…

This is the closest you will get to seeing him jealous, and you’re absolutely enjoying it before you rub it in his face.

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A/N: I rewrote this three times and I kept crying. Listened to Go Solo by Tom Rosenthal while writing this. Have fun.

Warnings: Lots of heartbreaking angst and longing, Readers not in this one, doesn’t reveal a whole lot, sorry. 18+ only, minors DNI.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Part Six-Eddie’s POV

Friday, September 26th, 1986

The towel made a squeaking noise as he rubbed it against the mirror to clear the condensation from his shower.

The bathroom in the new trailer was a little bit larger than the last. Him and Wayne were fortunate to get a two bedroom, meaning Wayne got his own room too after years of not having one. Wayne didn’t have to sleep on that old stupid cot or the couch anymore. Eddie noticed he didn’t complain much about his back as much now that he had made the transition to an actual bed.

Not like the cot or couch even existed anymore. He kissed those and their entire home goodbye.

At least this new trailer wasn’t in a park anymore, but on a plot of land away from town.

Somehow, Eddie’s room was spared for the most part in the old trailer, a few things knocked over here and there. Wayne had joked that Eddie’s room had always looked destroyed, so he couldn’t tell the difference. When Eddie didn’t laugh, Wayne didn’t joke about it again.

That’s one thing out of many that Eddie feels guilty for. He didn’t mean to bombard into Wayne’s life like a bull in a china shop and tear everything apart with his bare hands, but here he was.

He stared into the small bathroom mirror that hung above the sink. Turning his body slightly to the left, and then to the right, he checked out his scars. Pink and still raised, like the doctors said they would be for a while.

He honestly didn’t even care about the scars. He had made it out alive despite his stupidity. The marks on his body reminded him that what happened was real. It wasn’t some sick and twisted nightmare his brain had conjured up to fuck with him.

Turns out nightmares happen when you’re awake too.

So the scars were his reminders. These days, he relied heavily on reminders, some good and some bad.

You almost touched the scar on his chest the other day when he made fun of the sandwich you had made him. Your hand swung out to swat at him playfully, something that you didn’t realize you had done a million times before. He caught your hand before it could make contact though. Worried that you would be able to feel the disfigured skin through his t-shirt.

If you got your memory back tomorrow would you still love him? Scars and all?

He knows you would.

He got dressed into his work uniform. Clothes stained from motor oil no matter how many times he tried to wash them or scrub them out.

Groaning, he moved his tired body back to his room.

His room. His lonely, sad room.

He never hung the posters that he was able to save up and his guitar no longer hung proudly in the forefront of his room. Instead, it sat in the back of his closet, collecting dust. He couldn’t bring himself to play anymore. It was another reminder.

He sat on the side of the unmade bed, not too concerned about being late for work. He was part time and kept away from the prying eyes of most customers. He knows it was a pity hire, but if he turned it down that would be another thing to feel guilty for. Another way to let Wayne down.

Another way to let you down.

He tries to push the thought away, not ready to process the loss he’s suffered this early in the morning. But lately, he’s been a sucker for pain. He lets his mind wander to a place he would want to remain in for the rest of the day, for the rest of his life. A place where you still loved him.

He thinks you would like the new trailer. He can imagine you bringing your sunlight in with you, just like you did everywhere you went. If he closes his eyes, he can imagine you waltzing through here oohing and aahing at everything you saw, coming up with ideas on how to make the place more ‘homey’. Trying to make the best out of every situation, no matter how shitty it was.

Looking over at his nightstand he sees the framed picture of you and him the day you graduated. You were laughing at something dumb Eddie had said. Eddie was so grateful for the damn picture, it was tangible proof that you two had loved each other deeply. It was obvious by your smile, and the way he looked at you.

Reaching into his nightstand drawer, he finds the object that was the main reason he had returned to that trailer in the first place.

He held the velvet box between his fingers, feeling the soft material. He opened the box slowly to reveal the ruby engagement ring. The ruby was round, placed on a gold band with small diamonds surrounding the gem.

Eddie remembers the day you spotted it in the antique store in town you frequented. Your whole face lit up as you stared at it behind the glass. Eddie had always known he would marry you, and the second he saw that ring he knew it was the one.

Right after he dropped you off at home that day, making up an excuse about needing to help Wayne with something, he rushed back to the store and begged the owner not to sell it to anyone else until he got the money together for it.

He had never sold so much for Rick in his life. He worked as many odd jobs around the park as he could. He even picked up a weekend job. And finally, after months of hard work, he got the ring.

He just had to wait until after graduation, get his diploma and then a job. He didn’t even care if his future career wasn’t in music anymore.

He just wanted to marry you. The love of his life.

Snapping the box shut, he put it back in the drawer. The pain in his chest growing too painful when he thinks about what could have been.

He doesn’t know what went wrong. He can only blame himself though, if he hadn't cut the rope, everything would be okay. You would still be okay. You wouldn’t look at him like a stranger anymore.

If only it was so easy to rewind time, he would watch over and over to try to figure it out. He was told it was a head injury, but how? Dustin had been with you while you both sobbed over his bleeding body. Eddie hadn’t been lucid enough to notice, but one moment you were normal and the next you were gone.

Dustin says he never saw you hit your head but there was so much going on that he might have missed it. Dustin was tired of repeating the story over and over again. The situation was traumatic for him too.

Eddie remembers the bats, the biting, the blood and the screams. He remembers hearing you trying to help him, desperately trying to keep the blood in his body and his heart pumping. The world grew colder and colder. The only thoughts replaying in his head was that he would never get to marry you now. Never get to see you smile at him again pure love in your eyes. No more donut runs on Saturday mornings when you dragged him out of bed by his feet. He wouldn’t get to see the way you bobbed your head to a song you really liked or chewed on your lip when you were mad.

By the time he had stopped bleeding, your mind was already gone.

Dustin calls it a miracle that he stopped bleeding. The doctors aren’t sure how it happened. They told him he got a second shot at life.

Sometimes he thinks that he actually did die and was damned to a hell where his love didn’t love him anymore.

Steve and Nancy think the trauma was too much for you. Seeing the love of your life torn apart was too much. That your brain had flipped a switch to protect itself. Your mind wanted to tune out before it had to watch Eddie die.

Eddie thinks that’s bullshit. He didn’t die. He’s still here and you still don’t know him.

So he plans to prove them wrong.

He knows that deep down you know him.

The group has been divided over what to do. Vecna was still alive and had been eerily quiet since the quake, Max was still in a coma even though it had been months, and you didn’t even remember him.

Your freak out the other day terrified him. It hurt him so bad to see you like that.

He hadn’t told the group about it yet. He knew that Robin and the kids were on his side with his plan to make you remember him, although they were concocting plans of their own. Nancy and Jonathan remained neutral.

Steve was the main problem. He was so determined to listen to the science and what the doctors and your mom thought was best for you. Eddie already had to have a talk with him about being cold to you and making you upset at work. He doesn’t know what would happen if he had to talk to him again. He liked Harrington, but he wasn’t going to stand around and let him hurt his girl's feelings.

Eddie stood from the bed and made his way through the house and out the front door.

He wished he could see you today. He wished he didn’t have to go to this stupid job. If it was up to him, he would make up a million excuses to always be at your house.

Do you even remember that the house was left to you by your grandma? That it’s in your name? Or is that another thing your mom was hiding from you under the guise of ‘protection’? He would bet money that your mom made it seem like she’s letting you live there as a favor, just so she could pull it out from under you whenever she wanted to.

Did you know that you and him were supposed to move in there together after he graduated?

The morning after he painted the living room, you tried to shove some money into his hand. He refused it, laughing and tossing it back at you. He wonders how much of a fight you’re going to put up when you realize he’s not even going to let you pay for any of the repairs on the car.

He had left his phone number for you before he left your house. Told you to call if there was an emergency. A selfish part of him hoped you would call even if it wasn’t an emergency.

He listens to loud music on the way to work to try to drown out the thoughts about you. It never works.

Your face is in the front of his mind as usual. Like it’s been everyday for the past two years. Maybe even longer.

Unlike two years ago though, you look so lost now. The light that was once in your eyes has dimmed. You’re constantly looking around like you’re scared something is going to jump out at you.

He knows that you’re in there somewhere though. You’ve always been so observant, much more than him. Sometimes when he’s talking to you he notices a little spark in your eye, like maybe you’re trying to remember something but then give up.

He’s going to keep fighting though. He made a promise to not only you but himself that he wouldn’t give up on you. He would keep trying no matter how long it took.

And when he got to work, the thought of seeing your face tomorrow is what got him through the day.

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Amnesiac V (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, dub-con kissing/fingering, mentions of violence, public sex, manipulation, memory loss, underage drinking, drug use, non canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: “There’s something wrong with your love story, baby…”

After a surfing accident leaves you with little to no memory of everything that happened before that day, you start to wonder if the blond in what little memories you do have is the same one who claims to be your boyfriend.

Ward and Rafe fought.

A lot.

Within the past 2 months or so, you’d either somehow missed it or they did a very good job of keeping you in the dark, but it was there. You’d seen the cold looks they’d throw each other occasionally, and you didn’t think anything of it. A tiff between father and son? Not unheard of. You’d even hear the angered whispers in his office late at night, Rafe’s relaxed drawl bleeding through sometimes.

It was only when you came up the stairs one day did you realize what it was about.

“If it’s not the generators then it’s the contractors or the gardener,” Ward angrily spat. “You like to throw it in my face that I don’t trust you when you prove time and time again that I simply can’t.”

“Dad-.”

“Every opportunity I give you to be responsible, to prove yourself, what do you do? You spend the money on gifts for Y/N or you blow it with your friends or snort it up your damn nose!”

Your lips had parted at that, heart dropping for several reasons.

“When I saw how responsible you were being with Y/N, I thought that things would be different now. I thought ‘wow, maybe I can finally trust him’, but no. You’re still the same as you always were.”

You backed down a few steps as Ward hurried past, his office door slamming not long after, and you felt frozen. Sarah had said that the way Rafe was around you wasn’t who he was with everyone else, and you honestly couldn’t decide if that was good…or bad.

By the time you got the courage to move again, Rafe had already made his way to his room. You didn’t want him to know that you’d heard, and so you took a moment to gather yourself, schooling your features before pushing his door open. His face was even when you walked in, and he threw you a smile.

You could see the slight strain in his face though, the darkness in his eyes, and you were tempted to ask him what was wrong. You wanted Rafe to know that he could talk to you about anything, but you had quickly learned that Rafe wasn’t the type who could so easily talk about his feelings unprovoked. Your discovery of the true nature of his relationship with his dad made you look at both of them in a whole new light.

Once you saw it, you couldn’t unsee it, and you wondered how you missed it before.

Rafe’s desperation for Ward’s approval was almost painful to watch. His lingering gaze as he told Ward he was taking you to the doctor for your check up, the way he’d wait for Ward to say anything as he offered to take care of business for him, the clench of Rafe’s jaw whenever Ward flat out ignored his presence altogether.

It made you incredibly sad for him.

And truthfully, maybe that was why you ignored the red flags. The jitteriness, the way he’d brush his fingers under his nose, or Ward even flat out insinuating that Rafe did drugs. There was a large part of you that was understanding of however Rafe chose to cope with his dad’s ire. As much as you wanted him to let you inside of his head, you knew better than anyone that was easier said than done. So, you turned a blind eye, hoping he’d come to you when he was ready.

You hadn’t expected it to be in the middle of the night when he was drunk out of his mind. Or high. You couldn’t tell the difference.

He’d woken you up out of your sleep, stumbling inside in the dark and knocking against his dresser. Your doctor had given you some pain medication for the headaches, and drowsiness was an unfortunate side effect, so these days you found yourself hitting the hay much earlier than Rafe. You languidly turned on the lamp, blinking at the sight of Rafe as he struggled to get his jacket off.

“Rafe, what time is it?”

He mumbled something to you, and you glanced at the clock, noting that it was 3 in the morning. He bumped into his dresser again, and you pushed yourself to your feet to help him undress. It was then that you noticed his face, and you froze.

“Rafe…what happened to your face?”

Your voice was low, hands shaky as you reached for his face, eyes fixed on the blood running down the side of his head. The split lip that had only just healed was injured again, and the blood underneath his nose was alarming.

“Rafe, what-?”

“He is never getting near you again,” he suddenly said, words slurring.

You were stumped, blinking a few times as you shook your head.

“What? What are you- who are you talking about, Rafe? Where have you been? What did you do?”

You were growing frantic, and he wasn’t helping you out, at all. His hands found your face too, and something about the way he dragged his fingers along your skin unnerved you.

“I won’t let him come in between us again,” he slurred, shaking his head. “Not again.”

You froze, taking in his injuries in a whole new light, a deep frown on your face.

“JJ? Are you talking about…? Is that where you were?”

His hands tightened on your face, and the look that washed over Rafe’s features was terrifying. His eyes grew cold, an almost dead look in them as his lip curled, and he gazed down his nose at you.

“Do not say his name,” he slowly said, making you swallow.

Rafe took a step forward, forcing you to take one back, and you reminded yourself that it was whatever was in his system that had him acting this way.

“Do not say his name to me, right now,” he bit out.

“Rafe-.”

“I loved you for as long as I could remember,” he said, voice trembling, his eyes taking on a glossy look. “I wanted to give you everything!”

You jumped, stumbling back.

“…and you chose him over me,” he sneered, fingers brushing his chest now. “I made one mistake. I messed up one time, and you didn’t hesitate to turn your back on me.”

“Rafe, I don’t…”

You trailed off, amazed at how you could be nervous and confused and sorry for Rafe all at once. You didn’t know what you did nor what Rafe did, but the regret and pain in his gaze was clear as day. His hands found your neck again, and you swallowed, noting that he wasn’t squeezing, but just holding them there. He lowered his head, leaning in and staring you right in your eyes.

“You were fucking him…weren’t you?”

Your eyes widened at his words, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of you.

“What?” you whispered.

He chuckled, but it lacked humor, and the look he gave you could’ve curdled milk.

“You were…weren’t you?” he slowly asked.

You shook your head in confusion.

“Rafe, I don’t-.”

“Those Pogues are always trying to take what doesn’t belong to them,” he slurred, making your eyebrows raise. “…and he just…swooped in and took you away from me.”

Your mouth was open in shock for various reasons. Was Rafe implying that you cheated on him? Or was this before you were together? Did he feel like JJ had taken his friend? You didn’t understand, and Rafe wasn’t giving you time to.

“You two were always off together…”

The back of your legs brushed against his bed.

“Smiling…and giggling,” he said the words like they were the most disgusting things in the world.

You felt trapped, desperately wanting to apologize for something you didn’t even remember. With his inhibition down, Rafe clearly felt confident to express his anger over something still bothered him deeply. You wondered to yourself if it was something that affected him just as much while sober? You slowly raised your hands, swallowing.

“I’m…I think I should go and get Ward.”

“Why?” he asked, voice hard and steady now as he tilted his head. “So, he can tell me what a disappointment I am?”

Your face fell, and you opened your mouth to speak when he continued.

“You knew what it was like with me and him. You knew how he treated me, and you still abandoned me for that trash from The Cut!”

“Rafe, I’m sorry-!”

“…and you don’t even remember,” he spat, shaking his head. “You don’t even remember what that did to me, how that hurt me.”

You swallowed, opting instead to stay quiet seeing as everything you’d say somehow was the wrong thing. Rafe took a deep breath, eyes still glassy as he reached up and took your face into his hands. He sniffed, blood still under his nose and on his lip. The trail of red on the side of his head was starting to dry some, and he chuckled more so to himself.

“But that’s okay…because you’re mine again,” he breathed, leaning in to brush his nose against yours. “I have you now…and I am never…letting you go.”

He laughed to himself again, and all you could think was that you didn’t think you liked Rafe like this. You didn’t like this side of him that was high and drunk and a complete emotional mess. You wanted to tell him to sleep this off, that you could talk about this in the morning, but his bloody lips met yours before you had the chance.

You were unsure as he desperately moved his mouth against yours, kissing you like he was sure you’d disappear at any given moment. You absentmindedly noted that this was probably the perfect time to ask Rafe whatever you wanted. He was under the influence with his thoughts going all over the place, but even if you could bring yourself to betray his trust like that, his hold on your face and his lips on yours wouldn’t let you.

The sun beat down on your skin, warming it, and you looked out over the ocean as the sand pressed between your toes. After Rafe had passed out, you found it hard to find sleep. His words had been all over the place, but one thing was clear. For whatever reason, and you didn’t know if that reason was valid or not, Rafe felt like JJ had taken you away from him.

It had kept you up most of the night, eyes sad and lips pressed together as you stared at Rafe’s sleeping face, tracing his lips and nose with your finger. He hadn’t stirred as you cleaned him up, wiping the blood off of his skin. You had wondered just what had happened, and you hoped that your suspicions were wrong. You didn’t want Rafe willingly seeking out danger.

You’d snuck out while he slept during the early hours of the morning, asking Rose to drop you off at the beach on her way out for her run. You hadn’t been to the beach since your accident, and while she looked unsure at first, she eventually agreed. Rafe’s words had unnerved you, and you were desperate more than ever to remember something.

Anything.

Unfortunately, staring at the water didn’t stir anything within you. Not even a smidgen of a memory. The rough blue did remind you of that day though. The angry waves, the setting sun, and the harsh rocks. You shuddered as you thought about it again, turning away with an angry sigh.

Rafe had promised that you would make new memories, better ones, but that wouldn’t be possible until the old ones stopped haunting you both.

You had just looked towards the sand when you heard your name being called. You turned, confused and surprised by the girl hurrying towards you. Her skin was warm and golden, chestnut hair in loose waves and blowing with the wind as she ran towards you. You only just put a name to the pictures you’d seen when she wrapped her arms around you.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, frame shaking.

She held you for what felt like a long time, and the feel of it was so familiar, so comforting that you hugged her back. When she pulled away to really look at you, that was when she seemed to remember…and then her face fell.

“That’s right,” she softly said. “Sarah said that you didn’t remember anything.”

“Little stuff is coming back,” you quickly told her.

You didn’t know why you had the urge to reassure her that your memories were coming back, that memories of her would come back. She gave you a small smile before hesitantly stepping back.

“I’m Kie.”

You gave a slow nod.

“I know. I’ve seen you in a lot of my pictures.”

“We wanted to check on you so bad, but…they were only allowing certain people to come by the hospital and see you,” she explained, biting her lip. “…and then Rafe had taken off with you when we came by the house.”

“About that-.”

“Sarah told us how sorry you were,” she interrupted while waving you off. “It’s fine. Really.”

She must have seen the guilt on your face.

“Rafe likes to get his way, and with your condition, right now, we can’t blame you for that. I can’t even blame you for never telling me you two were dating,” she chuckled, and you frowned. “You knew how everyone felt about Rafe, so…”

While you understood that your relationship with Rafe had been a secret, something in you found it hard to believe that no one knew. Not even one of your supposed best friends.

“You sure had all of us fooled…especially JJ.”

Your eyes lit up at that, desperate to know more about the guy that had caused so much trouble between you and Rafe.

“What do you mean?” you hesitantly asked, and she blew out a breath.

“He’s been really quiet lately? That’s not like him, and…the few times we have seen him since your accident, he’s just really in his own head,” she told you. “He’s not…he’s not doing good, and I thought it was just because of your accident…”

She trailed off, looking towards the water with a sigh, hand shielding her eyes from the sun.

“But then that day at The Wreck…he took one look at Rafe and just…hit him,” she said with a shrug.

So, Sarah was wrong.

It was unprovoked.

“It took John B., Pope, and my dad to hold him back,” she whispered. “I had never seen him so angry.”

Now, your frown deepened. It seemed unprovoked, but if she was telling the truth, then clearly he was very upset with Rafe about something.

“Have you seen him today?” you wondered out of the blue, and Kie suddenly frowned.

She looked at you, tilting her head in thought before finally answer.

“No, actually,” she said as if only just realizing it. “Why do you ask?”

You recalled Rafe’s face and his words, and you struggled with yourself over whether or not to say anything.

“Rafe…”

She curiously looked at you, and you swallowed, nervously dipping your toes into the sand.

“He came home last night,” you exhaled, unsure if you were doing the right thing or making things worse. “It was late and…he was saying a lot of things that I didn’t quite understand.”

You still struggled to make sense of it all.

“He was high or drunk or something, I don’t know, and…he was bloody.”

Her lips parted at that.

“I think he got into a fight with JJ last night,” you whispered.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded, and she scoffed, running both of her hands through her hair. She was just about to say something else when the sound of your name being called grabbed both your attention. You shouldn’t have been surprised to see Rafe, and the bruises on his face was enough to cement what you had told Kie. She looked disgusted at the sight of him.

“So, it’s true. What did you do to him?”

Rafe faltered at that before nearing you, eyes narrowed at you.

“What did you tell her?” he quietly demanded.

Kie spoke before you could.

“She didn’t tell me anything,” she covered for you. “She didn’t have to. Answer the question.”

“I don’t recall speaking to you,” he harshly threw at her from over his shoulder. “Don’t you have some Pogue to go and look after?”

You frowned at Rafe at his words, and you could see Kie hesitating, clearly not wanting to leave you alone with him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that she wanted you to come with her, but with a frustrated huff, she turned away to go and find JJ, no doubt. Rafe’s hand on your arm prevented you from leaving even if you wanted to.

“I woke up, and you were gone,” was the only thing he said.

“I needed to think. I needed to… I wanted to try and remember something, anything.”

Rafe’s brows twitched at that.

“You could’ve woken me up. I would’ve taken you anywhere you wanted-.”

“Rafe, you were like the dead when I left. I don’t know what you were on last night, but I wanted to be alone anyway.”

“Do you understand how scared I was?”

“I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t trying to scare you, but I just really needed to be alone and think.”

“About…?”

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Things that you said…things that you insinuated,” you mumbled. “You made it very clear that I hurt you, badly, and…”

You trailed off when Rafe heaved a sigh, eyes falling closed.

“I just don’t see how we can make better memories when our old ones are still breathing down our necks. I mean, you got into a fight with JJ last night… Right? That seemed pretty obvious, but I want to hear it from you.”

Rafe’s silence was confirmation enough, and you swallowed.

“Did you go to him? Or did you just run into him?”

He murmured your name, and for the first time since you woke up, you could feel yourself getting angry with your boyfriend.

“Is this something I can expect? For you to get high and come home in the middle of the night bloody and whatever else?”

“No, okay? No,” he finally said, stepping closer to you. “I messed up last night. I did, and I’m sorry.”

“I know that you and your dad don’t have the best relationship,” you whispered, and his eyes snapped to yours at that. “It’s not my place to overstep, and I know it sucks, so I just look the other way with however you choose to cope, but…”

You took a deep breath.

“I don’t want what happened last night to be a regular thing,” you told him. “I’m serious, Rafe.”

“I know you are,” he sighed, pressing his forehead to yours.

“You scared me. Do you understand that?”

Rafe took your face into his hands, nodding.

“I do…and I’m sorry. I mean that.”

Rafe held your gaze, brushing his fingers over your skin before hesitantly kissing you, gaging your reaction. He audibly sighed in relief when you kissed him back.

The sound of the party was loud in your ears despite how far away you were from the house. Rafe stood before you, face pinched in anger and hands clenched into fists at his side. Your heart and chest were so heavy as you stared at him, and the disbelief coursing through you was palpable.

“I feel…really stupid,” you heard yourself slowly say, nodding as you blinked back tears. “…and in all the years we’ve been friends, you never managed to make me feel stupid, Rafe, but I have to admit, you won this one.”

You bit back a sob.

“You got one over on me.”

He angrily whispered your name, and you furiously shook your head.

“No…no.”

You sniffed, reaching up to wrap your hand around a familiar necklace. His cold blue eyes were immediately drawn to the movement, jaw clenching.

“You don’t get to say my name like that anymore…”

He stepped towards you, and you stepped back.

“Why?” you tearfully asked, your heart breaking. “Why wasn’t it enough? Why do you have to ruin everything, Rafe?”

You were screaming now.

“You own this entire side of the island, and yet you still want more! You want everything,” you screeched. “You are like this…greedy…little…gremlin.”

Your chest was heaving, heart racing and head pounding.

“You have to have everything in sight, everything. Everything has to be yours- everyone has to be yours!”

You chuckled to yourself, and it was so bitter…so broken.

“…and when you don’t get what you want…you turn into the nastiest person I have ever seen.”

The wind ruffled his dirty blond hair, and Rafe’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, shifting on his feet. As he shoved his hands into his pockets, he at least had the gall to look a little bit ashamed.

“…and now I feel like the idiot because I never thought that would include me,” you whispered.

Rafe opened and closed his mouth, reaching for you as you stepped closer. However, he froze as he watched you rip the necklace from around your throat, hurdling the expensive yellow gold jewelry straight at his chest. He was so shocked by the action that all he could do was lazily catch it, mouth falling open as he stared down at it.

“Our entire friendship was a fucking lie.”

You spat the words at him, stumbling back before turning around.

“Babe…?”

You blinked, coming back to the present as you looked around. You were eating at the club with Rafe and his friends, and they were all currently staring at you in both wonder and concern. Rafe’s hand was on your arm, brows knitted together as he eyed your own hand. You only just realized that it was touching the necklace around your throat, a deep frown on your face.

“Are you okay? Did you remember something else…?”

You did…but for some reason, you didn’t want to tell him that.

Why?

More importantly, why had you been so mad at Rafe that night? You noted that in the memory, his hair was blonder, not as long and pushed back away from his face. You recalled the photos you’d seen at the Cameron household, and you surmised that that memory must have been from…what? A year ago? A year and a half?

That was plenty of time for you to make up with Rafe, but…why had you been so mad in the first place?

You brushed your finger over the same necklace you’d tossed in the memory, answering Rafe with a shake of your head.

“No, I was just…in my head a little bit.”

He didn’t look like he believed you, but Rafe nodded anyway.

When you all parted ways, you could still feel his gaze lingering on you as he walked you to his truck. The club was cleaning up, no more patrons around and the only other cars around belonging to staff. Rafe’s hand was tight on yours as he opened the passenger door for you, helping you inside, but preventing you from closing the door.

You curiously looked at him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded.

“I told you, I just… I don’t know. I guess I spaced out,” you lied.

His brows drew together, Rafe studying you with a hum. He leaned in, a small smirk on his lips as he rested his hands on either side of your waist, and you noticed that he stood between your legs.

“You know how I take your mind off of things when you get like that?” he wondered.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you gave a nervous chuckle.

“Rafe,” you quietly said, looking around.

“I miss you,” he suddenly said, and his fingers danced along your thigh, courtesy of the skirt he’d picked out for you. “So fucking much.”

“I’m right here,” you tried to joke.

He tilted his head to the side, giving you a deadpanned look.

“You know what I mean,” he deeply replied. “You trust me, right?”

His hand was under your skirt now, fingers grazing dangerously close to the underwear that he had also picked out.

“Y-yes…but-.”

“But nothing then,” he purred, leaning in to press his lips to yours.

You sharply inhaled as he deepened the kiss. You rested your hands on his shoulders, prepared to push him away and suggest doing something else entirely when he cupped you underneath your skirt. You gasped, body jerking, and Rafe took the opportunity to taste your tongue.

He massaged his fingers against you, a slight chuckle leaving his lips as he felt you grow wet. Your nails were pressing into his shoulder, and he nipped at your mouth, expertly pushing your underwear to the side before skin finally met skin. Your heart was racing, and your skin was starting to grow hot.

“Rafe,” you murmured.

In his own world, he pushed a finger into you, a low hiss escaping him at the feel of you clenching around him. Your mouth parted, and he cursed, pressing himself further against you as he started to work the appendage inside of you. His lips danced down the column of your throat, and you grew lightheaded, head lolling back.

When he added another finger, no one was more surprised than you at the moan you let out. You were so beyond glad that it was dark out, embarrassed enough and not wanting to add to it with the possibility of someone seeing you.

Rafe massaged your walls with an expertise that made your head spin. Your head tilted to the side, leaning against the headrest, and you heard Rafe groan. You were dripping around his fingers, and her curled them into you over and over again, making you shudder.

His free hand rested on your cheek just as he spoke.

“Look at me,” he whispered, tone leaving little room for argument.

You did, albeit with a struggle, and your eyes met his heated ones as he continued to finger you. He didn’t break eye contact at all, his tongue darting out to rest against his lip as he thrust his fingers into you, thumb pressing against you and making circles. The whimper you let out was a little louder, and your lashes fluttered.

“Nuh uh,” he tsk’d, harshly grabbing your face. “I want you to look at me.”

“Rafe-.”

“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” he demanded, vigorously pushing his fingers into you. “I want you to look at me when you come all over my hand.”

You clenched at that, toes curling a bit, and his perfect teeth winked at you, his grin almost sinister in nature.

“You like the sound of that?”

You didn’t need to answer, Rafe’s grin widening. You pressed your hand to the inside of his truck, biting your lip as your hips moved of their own accord, meeting his fingers thrust for thrust. Rafe leaned in, brushing his lips against the corner of your mouth.

“I’ll always clean up your messes, baby.”

He was lowering himself before you had time to respond, replacing his fingers with his entire mouth, and the sound that left you was embarrassing. At least, it would’ve been if you could actually focus on it. You shook in his seat, eyes rolling when he harshly pinched your leg, and you remembered to look down, holding his gaze as you came onto his lips. His thumb was still circling your bundle of nerves, and it was almost too much.

His free hand pressed against your stomach, holding you in place while stars continued to dance behind your eyes. There was a rush in your ears that sounded like the ocean, and when you were done, Rafe pulled back before diving in again and licking a clean swipe up your cunt. You trembled at that, still struggling to catch your breath as Rafe stood, eyeing his sticky hand.

You watched as he stuck his finger in his mouth, pulling off his ring as he did and rolling it against his tongue while he wiped his hand. He hummed at the taste of you before silently putting it back on, admiring it before moving to strap you in. When he kissed you, it was long and heated, and you were at a loss for words when he shut you in.

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Aziraphale & Eddington.

Neil has confirmed us that David Tennant *actually* exists within the Good Omens universe. Thus, we may assume that the whole of his filmography, except for Good Omens, also exists. We may assume as well that Aziraphale has more or less followed Doctor Who over the decades, and that somehow, with time, the actor of his favourite doctor earned an eerie similarity to Job. But this isn't about him, right now. This is about his son in law.

I would like to think Aziraphale did enjoy the utterly handsome Eighth doctor, ending up glued to the screen and getting deeply excited about this incarnation. He probably got upset because of his only appearance on TV, but would still be delighted to see the series coming back to the BBC in 2005. The Ninth doctor may have appeared a bit tough to him at first, but there was something deeply endearing about him. Maybe it was the way he rocked that leather jacket, or his sense of humour, or his bravery, or his charming accent... He never really knew, but it was sad to say goodbye so soon again. "Who will be the new doctor?" He thought to himself. "Will they be blond? Taller? Will they wear a vest? A bowtie perhaps?". When the young man appeared on screen before Rose for the first time, Aziraphale was left completely mesmerised. The young man was... Different. He had slightly long hair and, honestly, he really liked how the leather jacket suited him too. Once the credits rolled, he found out his name: David. "Oh, that's a lovely name," he thought to himself. "That's the name of a king!".

He followed his seasons very carefully, blushing with his cheekiness, chuckling with his jokes, and loving how adventurous and fair the man was. Thanks to Crowley, he even dared to go to "the videoclub" and rent some of his earlier works. Oh, how handsome the man looked in The Last September, what a dear he was in Takin' Over the Asylum, how lovely he was in Duck Patrol, and what a cocky detective he was in Blackpool... Although, he admitted not being too focused on observing his labour as a detective there. The young man was rather handsome. Aziraphale flushed, could this be love? How silly of him! Falling in love with an actor! He was an angel! Which, inherently, also meant he was born to love. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't something bad. It could be silly, of course, but forgivable.

One afternoon, Aziraphale went to the videoclub on his own, and found a movie he hadn't checked out yet. Einstein and Eddington, a scientific movie it was. The young man looked wonderful in those glasses and stunning sandrift linen suit. Humans may say one mustn't judge a book by its cover, but this dvd already seemed perfect for him! Thus, the angel rented it and decided to treat himself with the film. He laid on his white cream sofa, got under his soft tartan blanket, and pressed the play button. A smile came across his face when he saw the man in those light refined clothes. What a delight to the sight that was.

The angel felt it deeply when he learnt that Eddington was in love with a man he couldn't have, but his heart did not only wrench there, no. It was when he saw the man stand before the orrery when things got clearer. He had to pause the video. Aziraphale got up and sat close before the screen, brushing his fingers against the image. "Crowley..." He mumbled. The only thing in his mind was the image of the spectacular ginger angel he met, in their neat white dress, creating a whole universe in front of his eyes. The way their thin fingers moved, the eagerness in their voice, the dark greenish of their gaze, way more breathtaking than the vastness of hues of the newborn nebulae. And when the blond saw, further on, the physicist crying desperately for his vanished love in the wide green garden, his heart shattered into shards.

He would not admit it, but he did not watch the movie just once that night. Not twice either. Eddington was just like his dear boy, not specifically the angel, nor specifically the demon. It was him. With their curiosity, and their passion, and their deep care, and hunger for answers and justice. He felt warm tears threatening to fall from his eyes and his mind started wandering. Because, what if. Just, what if Crowley had ever felt like Eddington? What if he was worried that one day he would never see his angel again? What if there were feelings trapped in his chest he feared never being able to express? Would he be like the astronomer and, once again, question God for her ineffable decisions? It took Aziraphale a good while to get away from the screen, from that eerily familiar image fueling his heart. It took him days for his sorrow over the fictional Eddington's life to lighten, after being the root of many, many wondering.

The next time the angel met his partner, he was certainly still caught up in his thoughts. The demon noticed, so he decided to ask him about his series and that actor that had truly drawn his attention. He didn't really know what he saw in him, but it didn't take much to notice the pure bliss in his blue eyes when he told him about his character's adventures. The way his words flowed in excitement and his hands often moved around to help with it. The angel was finally enjoying himself in something else than books and occasional music, and seeing him so cheerful did really brighten the demon too.

"How are things going with your binge watching? Have you gotten your hands on another series, or...?"

Aziraphale slowly lifted up his head and stared nervously into Crowley's eyes. He did not know what to say, how could he put into words his worry? Even worse, how to explain where all this came from? The ginger would probably laugh. Worrying that deeply about a character? A movie character? The angel got dewy-eyed. Please no, not in front of him, not like this, he prayed. The demon frowned, he sensed there was something his beloved couldn't easily tell.

"Aziraphale? Is everything alright?" The ginger asked softly. The principality breathed deeply and finally, managed to speak, as he fiddled with his vest.

"I- I just watched a movie, a sad one I must say. It made me think." The demon hummed, and answered.

"I get it. It's understandable, and if that David guy is really that good as you say, I bet his acting can move tons of people." Aziraphale's gaze brightened, he couldn't believe what he had just heard. "I mean, I can see him being very talented. From what you've told me, the man does really have a range for acting. That's always important, to be able to adapt-."

"You really listened." Crowley was about to keep on rambling when he saw the angel in awe.

"Well, I have ears, what else am I supposed to do with them if its not listening?"

Tears fell off the angel's eyes. Crowley did not hesitate to get closer, inviting him into his arms. In a matter of seconds, the blond was in his embrace. He hugged his Angel tightly, and let him cry as much as he needed, caressing his back. He could not help but mutter in a caring tone.

"You and your stories, Angel."

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So What? | MYG | Chapter 6

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive.

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 2.6K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle

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Hoseok ran his hand through his hair, sighing. With the bedroom door open, he could smell the spices Zurie was using to make dinner. He was tired and he hoped that Kwan-Mi didn’t mind running the shop along for a few days. He should probably go over and give her a helping hand.

Hosoek didn’t know how temperamental Yoongi was. With no information about him, he truly didn’t know where to start. Perhaps calling Jiminie would be best. Hoseok dried his hair and threw the towel into the laundry bin.

He made his way down into the kitchen, seeing Zurie stir the chicken broth. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She replied with a light ‘Hmm’.

“Has the cat come out of the sofa yet?” Hoseok asked.

Zurie shook her head, silky golden ears flopping with the movement. “Nope. He is still there. Sleeping though.”

Oh.

“I’ll save a portion of it for him later on.” Zurie sets the table. “Let’s eat first.”

Dinner was silent today. No usual talks and kissing. No loud laughter and banging of tables. “Maybe you should call Jimin Hyung. He is a hybrid doctor.”

Hoseok sighed. “Yeah, I already shot him a text but he’s a busy man. Jiminie has yet to reply to me.” Zurie leaned over the table and ran a hand through Hoseok’s hair, trying her best to soothe him. “Would you like to go over to Y/N’s house? You seem too worried for her and I’m used to you going over when she gets sick.”

A laugh huffed out of Hoseok. “That shouldn’t be a good thing.”

Zurie smiled. “But it is normal in our relationship. Normal and good, because I know Y/N needs someone there for her. That girl is always acting strong, just like you. The both of you are as stubborn as rocks. Acting as if everything is okay when it truly isn’t.”

Hoseok tilted his head into her hands as she massaged his scalp. “How’d you know, darling?” His words started to slur. Her hands were skilful indeed. One would think he’s the hybrid instead. Honestly, Hoseok didn’t care as long as he got Zurie by his side, he’ll fight flames and the depths of the ocean.

“That cat, Yoongi? He’s just scared right now. I can scent it on him. He’s scared, brought to a new environment in such a hurry. I scent tears and fear and a hint of hospital antiseptic on him.”

That new revelation had Hoseok shooting up. “Wait what? Hospital antiseptic?”

Zurie nodded. “He…” She hesitated. “He went through quite a lot. I can scent things that may lead to certain assumptions but, no, he hasn’t come out so - no we didn’t talk, Hoseok.”

Hoseok shut his mouth quickly. “Yes, yes. Of course.”

Yoongi did not sleep well. Not that he wasn’t used to it. When he was on the streets, he hardly slept at all. Staying up was no problem for him but after the whole situation of him finding you running a high fever in the middle of the night, he was exhausted. He stayed up the whole night, wiping you down and forcing medication down your throat in hopes that your fever would not spike so close to haunting him again.

He was not well-versed in the human body and medications but he lived with humans enough to know what they should eat and what can help. But, none of his past owners has ever had a fever spike higher than 39.8°C. Your fever spiked so many times, higher than 41°C. Yoongi had never felt fear like that in his life - not even when he was running away from his past owners or rebelling from the facility.

For the whole night, Yoongi did not dare leave your bedside, afraid that your fever would spike so much that you would pass. His heart clenched at the thought of you not being there - not being here, in this world. Only a few months, but Yoongi didn’t know if he could live without your presence in his life. And that revelation itself scared him.

He didn’t want to dissect that information - didn’t dare to. He didn’t want to know where this information may lead him.

Dangerous, dangerous places.

Yoogni stretched his limbs when his stomach got too hungry to ignore. Might as well explore the place, he thought.

Yoongi walked around the levels of the house, investigating the nicks and cracks. He walked until his stomach no longer screamed for food and he headed back to the sofa. Just as he passed the kitchen, he caught a scent of Hoseok’s hybrid - Zurie. But catching her scent didn’t make him fast enough to react.

“Finally up, are we?”

A hiss fell from Yoongi’s maw as he jumped a few feet into the air. He landed with his haunches up and fur spiking.

“Relax, I’m not an enemy. I’m not here to capture.” Zurie looked down at him. “Here, change out and let’s have a talk over soup. I’ll heat it up for ya’.”

Yoongi eyed the hybrid suspectingly as she placed a set of male - oh, his - clothes on the floor. Yoongi pulled the clothes with his maw to the back of the sofa. He heard the beep of the induction stove as he pulled on the shirt. God, even the underwear? Yoongi’s cheeks blushed and his ears flushed pink. Okay, okay, just… get on with it. He left his little ‘hiding spot’, cautiously walking into the kitchen.

A bowl of hot soup was placed in front of him. “Have a seat. I saved some soup for you.”

His tail wrapped around his waist as his ears pressed down. He couldn’t trust her. Not yet. He couldn’t trust anybody but himself right now.

“How are you feeling?” Zuire asked. “I understand the need to be with her right now but she needs some space.” Zurie sat down opposite him. “Y/N has a tendency to constantly overwork herself but she knows her limits. Furthermore, she’s in good hands. Seokjin was a medic before he started his own company.”

Yoongi picked up the spoon and dipped it into the steaming broth. He stuck his tongue out to taste it before putting the whole spoon in his mouth. The air was silent and uncomfortable but Yoongi didn’t want to speak.

He finished the bowl of soup in ten minutes, standing up to wash the bowl when Zurie said, “Please, Hoseok is worried. You could at least answer the ‘How are you feeling?’ question.”

Yoongi sighed internally. He just wanted to change back and go to sleep. “I’m fine.” He replied. He hesitated before asking, “How’s - How’s Y/N?”

Zurie got up from her seat, hands grabbing the empty bowl and used utensil. “Not much difference from when you left. At least that’s what Seokjin told us.”

Zurie looked at Yoongi. He may look as if he couldn’t care less for you but his eyes betrayed all possible emotions. “Y/N will be fine. Just don’t get yourself sick or we won’t hear the end of it from her.” Zurie left him in the kitchen, still sitting on the chair. Yoongi sighed and walked out, going back under the sofa but this time, dragging the clothes under with him as well.

Yoongi woke to the banging of doors. Heavy, rushed footsteps came over to the sofa peering down and scooped him right up.

“FOUND HIM! I FOUND HIM!”

Yoongi hissed. God, it was so bright and loud. Couldn’t they have the hint that he just wants to be left alone to sleep?

“YO, BRO! WAKE UP!” Yoongi peeked open an eye. What the hell does he want? He hissed his dissatisfaction. Could people around here not get the hint to - PUT ME DOWN!

"Quick, quick." Yoongi heard keys and buttons as Hoseok carried him. He was bouncing as Hoseok ran, shoving him into the back of the car and speeding away.

Wait… Hey, hey, hey - Stop!

"Dude, stop meowing. We're going back to your home. Seokjin is in charge of Y/N, she'll be fine."

In-charge? What happened?

"Seokjin says that it is best if you were to be back home. Y/N could use some moral support."

The drive back was stiff, air-charging with a type of anticipation that Yoongi never wished to feel. People call him ruthless, always hurting the people around him. But was he really? Could he be better than his reputation for you?

Yoongi's whimper alerted the dog hybrid in the front seat. "Why don't you shift first? It might be easier for Y/N when you reach home." Zurie proposed, turning to the back and giving him a set of clothes.

Yoongi didn't understand what was going on. Nobody was telling him anything. Granted, he didn't ask questions either. It's better if he just went home and saw for himself.

The moment Hoseok parked his car in the parking lot of your apartment building, Yoongi sprinted for the lift, hastily pressing the buttons. A duffle bag was taken out of the trunk of Hoseok's car and he slung it over his shoulders, rushing to the opening of the lift doors.

Jittery was not a word Yoongi used often. Not as often since he grew numb to caring for people. He learned that it would only bring him more pain and dig a deeper hole down his aching heart of hope. So Yoongi closed himself off, acting more on the instincts of his animal counterpart than a human would.

The moment he stepped into the house, he could smell all sorts of scents. Some scents were more familiar than others but his aim - was you. Yoongi all but ran to the master bedroom, almost ripping the doors right off their hinges as he opened them. Oh and how he wishes he didn't.

You were lying there, limp and pale. So grey that Yoongi thought you might have died. He growled. You were not okay and they lied to him. You were shaking, spamming, whatever.

He couldn't describe the horror he felt when he smelt the strong stench of body fluids. Your natural scent was covered with a bitter taste. You shook so hard on the bed - a seizure, Yoongi soon realised. You were having a seizure. His pupils contracted as he prepared to lunge for you, only to be held back by a pair of strong arms.

"It is only a fever seizure." The strong arms captured him in, keeping him locked and frantic. "Fever seizures don't leave damage. Y/N will be fine."

Yoongi fought against that hold, wiggling and growling.

“Let him go Jimin-ah.” Hoseok told the male behind him. “He just needs to be close to Y/N. He won’t hurt her.”

The pair of strong arms released him only a second later and Yoongi ran that short distance to your bedside, caressing your hair. Yoongi whimpered at every tremble your body shook with. Covering your natural scent was the cold, sickly stench that clung to your skin like your shirt that clings to your cold sweat. Yoongi took the cold towel from the basin beside your bedside table, soaking it in the iced water before carefully dabbing it on your forehead. He then slowly started to move down your body, wiping you off.

“I know he wouldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t have let him off so easily if I knew that he was unstable. It is my duty as his doctor to figure that out.”

Yoongi threw the heavy quilt onto the ground and brought over the light blanket you bought him, putting that over you instead.

The boys in the room stared at the continuously moving hybrid, shocked by the way he oh-so-carefully moved around you. Nobody would have thought that the rough, temperamental hybrid that they met a few hours ago would have such a side to him.

Seeing that you were doing fine in the hands of your hybrid, the boys left the room.

“Jimin-ah, I didn’t know that Yoongi was your patient. You didn’t say anything about the doctor-patient relationship when I called you a few hours ago.”

Jimin sighed and pressed onto the pressure point at the bridge of his nose. “I couldn’t and I still can’t. NDA, remember? Whatever goes on between the both of us is confidential.” Jimin moved over to sit on the sofa. “But I also didn’t know that Miss Y/N was your friend.”

Hoseok sighed and joined him on the couch, leaving Zurie and Seokjin to adventure towards the kitchen, both of them hungry for a late-night snack.

“Yoongi is a rare breed of cat - mixed, but rare. It is due to the work of technology - the merging of DNA that is never meant to be mixed. He came from the black market ring.”

Hoseok shifted. “Wait, you don’t mean - the black market ring? Right?”

Jimin sighed wearily, shaking his head as he responded. “I mean exactly that, Hobi.”

Hoseok’s mouth dropped open as his head shook frantically. “We’ve been trying to track them down for ages -”

“I know.” Jimin nodded.

“Wait. That means that new information in the file -” Hoseok groaned. “Oh for goodness sake! They could’ve just said it!”

“Maybe they didn’t as Y/N ticked the ‘no’ on the confidentiality form.”

“Oh.”

Silence spread around the air as the two males in the living room sat and processed the information they were just bombarded with. Seokjin and Zurie came back with freshly cut fruits.

“How about the both of you just let your brains take a break?” Seokjin placed the bowl of fruits on the coffee table. Zurie went over to sit on Hoseok’s lap and Seokjin took the loveseat opposite the couple and the painfully-missing-his-wife trio.

They sat in silence with the occasional sound of cutlery clinking and chewing of the fruits. It was so silent that they all jumped a good five feet in the air when the doorbell rang. Seokjin ran over to the door and opened it, revealing -

Zurie ran over, crashing into the lady holding multiple bags. “Ji-Hyun!” Zurie was nearly buzzing with excitement at this point in time and her darling husband was pouting on the sofa. Hoseok was laughing his body off and her husband sat there, cross-legged and crossed-arms with a very prominent pout on his lips.

Ji-Hyun hugged Zurie back as much as she could before moving over to the dining table. “Seokjin told me to bring over food and extra medication when I come over.” She carefully separated the food from the bags and placed everything out. Seokjin moved over to help her.

“Go on. I’ll just put these where they’re meant to be.”

Ji-Hyun stood at the head of the table. “Maybe I should just stay to tease him more.” She laughed.

Seokjin bellowed out laughter. “Yah, just go. His pout is going to stay even more permanent if you don’t.”

Ji-Hyun thanked him as she moved over to her kid-man of a husband. She fluffed his hair as she said, “Hello, darling.”

“Hello, darling.” Jimin mimicked her and Ji-Hyun kept her lips tight, trying hard to not laugh. After a few seconds, Jimin untangled his arms and wrapped them around her. Jimin sighed as he pulled her closer and snuggled into the fabric of her clothes. “Hello, mate.”

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Action! - Heartbreak Anniversary- 2023

Pairings: ex!Harry Styles x Director!Reader x Joseph Quinn

Summary: Harry has an emotional and heartfelt conversation with his mother and sister. If it wasn't heartbreaking enough - to be this vulnerable and open - they had some news for him. Something that would tip the scales at the breaking point.

Warnings: it's angst. harry's not very polite. some self-degrading talk. some swear words. pregnancy is mentioned.

Word count: ~3,4k

A/N: While writing the whole thingy I was listening to this beautiful song, Heartbreak Anniversary (hence the title) by Giveon. It inspired this piece of a story, so give it a listen.

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“How do you feel after today’s session, Harry?”

“Pretty good. It’s - it’s nice to talk about it with someone, someone unbiased,” Harry expressed, searching for the right words. Words that would sound convincing. He knew Doctor McCanister would catch him on his lies but he needed to at least try.

“You’re lucky this session is almost over. You’re capping over and over again. You trusted me with so much from your past and present, why do you think you can’t trust me with this?”

After a solid minute of silence Harry whispered, “I don’t know. She was - she is still important to me even though she’s no longer a part of my life. Knowing it all could be different if I hadn’t done what I did. It - it’s making me overthink, reminding myself of everything I did wrong.”

“Does it work for you?”

“What?”

“Keeping it all to yourself, slowly rotting in this feeling.” She noted something down in her brown notebook. “All that emotional build-up is going to explode sooner rather than later, Harry,” Dr McCanister warned him.

“I don’t think I’m ready. I have this thought in the back of my head that if I tell anybody all that is here,” he placed his pointing finger to his temple, “and here,” moving the finger to his heart, “I’m going to lose her forever. Those thoughts and feelings are the last thing I have of her. Emotional thing.”

From the look on Doctor’s face he knew he needed to justify his words.

“Umm, I have lots of photos or her, old clothes that she’d never taken from ou- my house in LA. But they don’t bring me any - I dunno - there’s no comfort. No warmth. And when I’m thinking of her, of us, it brings me that comfort.”

“And pain?”

“I deserve it. I am responsible for our relationship ending on that bad foot, I am responsible for everything bad that happened to her after the breakup. It’s all my fault. And if a minute of comfort from the memories of her, and feelings that I still have for her cost me hours and days and weeks of sorrow and pain, then so be it. I’ll do anything to feel somehow 1% as happy as I felt with her by my side.”

It was the first time Harry spoke honestly about YN and their past relationship. It was a taboo whenever he went, even therapy. He knew the importance of speaking up about his feelings, sharing his emotions so he wouldn’t be alone to deal with them. But after losing YN, it wasn’t present in his relations with other people.

He felt like he deserved the pain. He hurt her so now he was the one to be hurt.

When they broke up - when YN broke up with him - he didn’t understand the importance she as a person had in his life. The scant and ethereal feeling succumbed him away from YN. Something new, exciting, nonroutine. Someone new fascinated him. Before he knew it, he was already gone, letting himself fall for an unknown.

He regretted it greatly, but it was too late. She moved on.

Everyone thought he moved on too. While still being in a relationship with YN, he moved on. But it was wrong. To the last day of their relationship he was faithful, and at the same time he let himself be pulled away, forget momentarily.

After calming down a little and doing a few breathing exercises with Dr McCanister, Harry left the clinic, having paid for the session.

On his way home, the phone call disrupted his Rumours listening session.

“‘Ello? I’m driving so I hope it’s important.”

“Hello my darling. Put me on speaker,” Anne said, her voice breaking here and there.

Harry did as his mum told him to, “all done. How are you, mum?”

“Good. Good. The weather is finally nice, so-"

“You didn’t call me to talk about the weather, did you?” Harry interrupted his mother, making her very audibly swallow. “Something happened?”

“No, no. Do you have some time to spare for your mother’s visit?”

“And sister’s!” Harry heard Gemma's voice shouting over Anne’s.

“Of course. I’m just going back from my appointment with Dr McCanister. I’ll be home in about 15 minutes? That’s alright with you?”

“Oh sure, sweetie. I’ve got a key to your house. We’ll just let ourselves in.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

***

When Harry got home, Anne and Gemma were already there, making themselves comfortable. Anne was making tea in the kitchen and Gemma, like always, was snooping for some new vinyls or papers with song ideas. Harry was used to leaving them everywhere.

“Hello there. To what do I owe the pleasure of having you both here?” Harry asked while walking into the living room.

“Like we can’t visit your annoying ass, brother,” Gemma laughed, smirking at pouting Harry.

“Gemma, be nice,” Anne reprimanded, walking inside the room. “Cannot we visit once in a while? We haven’t seen each other since you started the break.” She turned to her youngest child.

“I know. It’s nice to see you, mum.” Harry swiftly came up to his mother and embraced her in a bone-crushing hug, swaying from left to right. “Missed you.”

“Oh, I missed you, too, honey.”

“Ekhem,” Gemma interrupted the heartfelt moment between mother and son. “I’m here, too. And I also missed you, H.”

Harry smiled at his mother, teasingly rolling his eyes at Gemma’s words, making Anne grin at him. She loved her children so much, that seeing them being so close to each other was the best thing a mother could ask for.

“Come here.”

After the warm and longed-for siblings’ hug, and the joint one with their mother, they all moved to the patio to have the tea. Harry, unprepared for any visit, found some cookies to go with the beverages.

The weather outside was beautiful, this year's July was surprisingly warm in London. Harry’s garden was blossoming, different flowers, bushes and trees waking up to life, beautifying the area. At the same time, it needed a gardener. Since YN, no one put a foot near the beds. Weeds were slowly overcoming parts of the place.

His garden was the living epitome of him. There wasn’t a gardener good enough, good like the last one, to help.

“How was the appointment with Dr McCanister?”

Harry tensed at the question. He wanted to forget about that meeting.

“Like always. Hard.”

This time Gemma tensed. It was hurting her to see how much Harry was struggling. Years after the break up, he couldn’t get up, couldn’t find peace. He loved her too much, if that was possible.

“Did you talk about her?”

“Yeah.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

“It’s not therapy anymore, mum. I’ve had one already. Talked enough about feelings.” Harry sounded frustrated, was frustrated.

“And I’m not your therapist but a mother that worries about her son.”

“There’s nothing you can do about it. Nothing. It’s - she - she’s gone. Not here anymore, she’s got her life with someone else, and I can’t stand it.” Harry hid his face in his hands, pulling at the locks of hair. The emotional build-up that Dr McCanister was talking about, making its presence known. “It’s been three years. Exactly three years. And - and I hate this day.”

Anne just sat down next to Harry, placing her hand on his back, stroking it slowly. Comforting him. He didn’t need anyone to ask questions, he needed someone to listen.

“I don’t deserve to think about her because I was the one to contribute to her leaving me. It was all my fault-”

“Harry, stop. It wasn’t-”

“No, mum. It was. It is. I didn’t cherish her. I let myself be captivated by the bliss of a relationship that I had with Olivia. I threw away three years with YN to follow the excitement of something new. It was my decision and it’s something I’m gonna regret forever. And now? Look at me? Look at her.” Harry scoffed.

“She’s happy,” said Gemma, earning an uneasy look from her mother. “And you need to accept that.”

“Easy to say not being in my shoes.”

“You’re not the only one that lost her, Harry,” Gemma said firmly.

“Gemma, not now.”

“Yes, now, mum. You,” she pointed at Harry. “You were everything to her. She got people promising her the moon, sending flowers. She didn’t bat an eye. She was in love with you. She was-”

“Don’t say that.”

“What? She was, Harry. She loved you so much. She cared about you, supported you, followed you everywhere. She was there for you any second. Any moment you needed her, she was there. And what did you do with that?”

She left the question to linger in the air. She bottled her feelings up for those three years.

YN was her best friend. Her sister. They understood each other without words. And with the break up happening, it wasn’t the same. YN didn’t feel comfortable with her or Anne as she did in the past. They still talked, met up, and had sleepovers. But it wasn’t the same.

Gemma understood that Harry losing the love of his life, by his own mistake, was hard for him. And it hurted her seeing him heartbroken. At the same time, she was angry. He hurted YN. Made her leave him. That’s at least how she understood the situation. YN didn’t talk much about the breakup with anyone.

“I screw up, alright? I know that, Gem. I know! Do you think I’m blaming her for that breakup? No! It was my fault. I drove to that. I thought I lost my feelings. I thought there was not much love between us anymore. I realised it too late. I know it! All of it. And it hurts.”

Harry before starting his monologue had stood up, and paced back and forth.

“It hurts so bad. I dream of her. I see her everywhere. Her - her things are still here, staring at me like souvenirs. I look at my phone every night, going through our pictures. Our texts, the latest that she didn’t answer. I play back the last time we were together each time before falling asleep. I remember everything that I said and didn’t say. I remember her face, the smile slowly fading. Tears strolling down her cheeks. Pain in her eyes. I remember everything.”

“Harry, that's enough. Please, sit down.” Anne tried to pull him off that self-degrading talk.

“You know what’s funny?” he asked rhetorically, sitting down on the grass. “That night at the venue, three years ago, when - when I proposed,” he sobbed softly. “I had the speech. How she made me happy and was my family, and - and how you guys treated her like a daughter and sister you’ve never had. How I appreciated her work and our relationship. And - umm - I praised her.”

Harry took a pause, breathing deeply, trying to calm down a bit. Unsuccessfully.

“I wasn’t looking at her till she stopped me. I - I couldn’t look into her eyes deep down knowing how I felt, really felt at that moment. She stopped me, asking one question.”

“Do you still love me?”

Her voice was shaky because of all the crying. He didn't look at her once today. From the moment he picked her, through the dinner they had at the restaurant and till the moment she stopped his proposals. Somewhere deep in herself she knew why he wasn’t able to look at her, but was hoping she wasn’t right. It all was going to be a nightmare. She was going to wake up next to him, sleeping soundly.

He looked at her.

And stayed silent.

YN learned that day how loud the silence could be. How definitive and thundering it could feel. Terminating.

“Do you?” she choked out.

There was no sound of the voice. Just the one of a heart breaking apart.

“She dropped my hand and left, saying she’d be out of my house in an hour. It was our house, our home. We were supposed to grow old here. To - to spend forever there.”

“Harry, honey. You need to let her go.”

“I can’t! Don’t you understand? Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to do that. It’s the last thing bringing me joy in life. She’s my antidote. Always has been, always will be.”

Gemma sat next to Harry and hugged him. He sobbed into her neck, shaking heavily. She felt his pain and regretted deeply her words that encouraged and strengthen that feeling of guilt Harry had.

Anne was sitting on the chair still, crying. It was the first time she heard the story about the engagement.

“Is she happy? Really happy?” Harry asked after calming down a little.

“She is,” answered Anne. “Joseph, he’s a good man. He treats her well.”

“Have you met?”

Gemma looked at Anne worried. They met Joseph. Went to dinner with him and YN a few times. Last time was just two days ago, when they came back from Italy.

YN wanted Anne and Gemma to know it before the pictures were uploaded. Joseph threatening paparazzi with charges bought her a few days to tell some important people in her and Joseph's lives about their secret.

“Why are you looking at each other like that? Is he really good?”

“He is,” Gemma answered immediately.

If Harry couldn’t be the one for YN, Joseph was perfect. There was something between them that no one understood. The way they looked at, understood or talked about each other was so unique, so genuine. It was heartwarming to see YN being that happy after what she had gone through with Harry.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Two days ago we met for dinner.”

“Gemma, it’s not a good time to be talkin’ about it. Please,” Anne begged, knowing the news would crush her son tremendously.

“It’s never going to be a good time, mum,” she said to her mother. It would be better if Harry learned that information from her and not the internet. “YN is taking a break from her career. For the next two or three years.”

“Why?”

“She’s pregnant,” Gemma whispered after a moment of silence.

If it was possible, they would hear Harry’s heart being ripped out of his chest and thrown to the ground. Laying there broken in a million pieces, not possible to glue back together. It was over. Now like ever, it felt real. He lost her. There was no possibility anymore, no prospect. The final curtain dropped.

“Do you want kids?” Harry asked, tracing shapes on YN’s naked back. Her head was lying on his chest, close to his heart.

“Someday, when I’m ready to be responsible for another human being. Do you?"

“I’ve always dreamt of a big family.”

“How big?”

“How big would you want?”

“Two for sure. So they would be able to take care of themselves when mum wants a quick break.”

“With dad?” He smirked.

“Stop it!” She slapped his chest playfully, looking up at him with a big smile on her face. “But maybe.”

Harry grinned at her and kissed her lips. Because of the smiling and laughing their teeth would clash, but they didn’t care. That moment they were so happy. Nothing else mattered.

“Is she - they - are they healthy? YN and the baby?” He asked finally.

“Yeah, healthy as a horse. Both of them. Pregnancy treats her well,” Anne said carefully, not knowing if Harry was going to lash out any minute.

“That’s good. That's good. It’s what matters the most, right?” It sounded like a programmed answer.

Harry gently made his mother loosen the grip she had on his shoulders. He needed to get up, to get away from people. He felt all of the emotions slowly entering his mind, his soul. Breathing started to get harder. More tears gathering in his eyes. Stabbing pain in his chest was getting more severe, but it couldn’t be his heart. He had lost it with that information.

“I - I’m tired,” he tried saying, but it sounded more like a whimper.

“Harry, my sweet boy.”

Anne walked up to him, trying to make him look at her, and failing. He dropped her hands, which had been briefly placed on his cheeks. There was no way to calm him down. No way to help him. How, if his heart wasn’t there? When the last drop of hope vanished, leaving his chest dry as a desert.

“I want to be alone.”

“You shouldn’t be. You don’t have to be alone. Please, let me - let us be here for you” his mum begged.

“I’ll call you, okay? I need to be alone, mum.”

And after more convincing from Anne, she and Gemma left. There wasn’t a chance for Harry to cave in.

The moment the front door closed, Harry sat on the floor hugging his knees to his chest. He swayed back and forth because of the sobs that were escaping his mouth. His eyes were like a river source, but a river was of tears. And it wasn’t slowing down, much less stopping. It was staining his cheeks, slowly moving to the red T-shirt he was wearing, decorating it with darker spots.

Deep down he was happy for her. After all, she always wanted to be a mother. She talked about dreaming of the family she could have, would love to have. Those times, she wanted it with him. However, they never came to the conclusion of what names were perfect. Maybe it was better for him.

He pulled out his phone from the jeans’ pocket and clicked the message icon. Was he going to text her? Yes. Was that a mistake? Yes. But he couldn’t stop typing.

Harry

Congratulations on your pregnancy, YN. Hoping the baby and you are healthy, H.

He didn’t count on the response. Considering that his previous messages to her were rather misplaced, he wouldn’t be surprised if she had blocked him. For a long time he was making decisions that he knew were wrong, that were probably hurting her current relationship. And, as bad as it sounded, and felt, it was giving him false hope. It was cruel of him. Desperation made him do things that were hurting her. And he would repeat them until the moment he realised that he was a bad guy. That when he told everybody he had never wanted to hurt her, he was still doing it.

Then the process would repeat itself.

yn🌻

Thank you, harry. We’re feeling great, baby’s healthy

And if he wasn’t surprised enough with one text, he got another.

yn🌻

Annie’s said you took a break, how is it going?

Unconsciously, he slipped into that process, hurting her again with his words.

Harry

You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to. I understand. Just wanted to congratulate you after mom told me about your pregnancy.

yn🌻

I think I'm mature enough to put the past in the past. Also anne is seemingly worried about you, Harry.

But if you don’t feel comfortable yet, then it’s okay. Thank you again for the message. Hope you are well.

Those two messages came in immediately after his. He wanted to write so much. Tell her how he was feeling. How lost and broken he was. Tell her how much he loved her. Missed her. Longed for her. How, every night, he dreamt of her. Happy dreams with them being content and together. And nightmares, much more frequent, where she wasn’t his. Nightmares that were blending into reality.

With his phone screen still showing those messages, he finally moved from the floor, slowly walking to the bedroom. He placed the phone on the bed and walked up to the wardrobe. From under colourful sweaters he pulled out the one he was looking for.

He laid down on the bed, and cuddled the soft material, inhaling its scent. It no longer was hers, but the fact she made it for him and wore it more frequently than him, could make up for that.

When the wind started to come through the open windows, he didn’t move. It was cold outside, like when she walked out of his life. It was cold like the day they had their first date. Like the day they met, when he thought about forever with her.

These days feel like you and me, Harry thought.

He put the sweater on, turning to the side of the bed where his phone was lying. Where she used to lay.

Harry

Do you ever think of me?

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Okay I am in love with your Bleeding out series! Can I request like, Natasha and Reader playfully arguing on the baby’s name if they’re a boy, like Natasha votes the name Tommy and Reader votes for the name Billy. And at the end, SURPRISE! TWINS! Just something cute!

Also, would the kids have all three of the parents’ DNA or one kid would have Natasha and Wanda’s DNA and the other Reader and Wanda’s DNA?

Bleeding Out, part 4

Authors note: sorry this took so long to get to. Hope you all enjoy it regardless! 💖

Authors note 2.0: honestly its a magical conception so im gonna go ahead and say that the babies have all three of their parents DNA

Word count: 2031 WandaNat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist Bleeding Out Masterlist

Only a few days have passed since Wanda startled you awake by her revelation, but ever since then the Sokovian has been non-stop preparing. She's ordered nearly every book Amazon had about the early stages of pregnancy and has already begun to make a wishlist for everything the nursery must have as well as throwing in a few wants that she found adorable.

And just yesterday the three of you had gone shopping for maternity clothes for her. She couldn’t help but purchase shirts for each of you while there however. Now finding matching shirts for a throuple that's about to have a child would usually be a rather hard thing, but the good news is that the three of you have a sense of humor. Thats how Nat finds herself the proud owner of a “Baby Daddy” shirt, while Wanda has a “Baby Mama” shirt, and you find yourself owning a lovely “Babys Favorite” shirt.

Today however Wanda's focus is set on finding the absolute best doctor in the area for her and the baby. She's been awake for a few hours now, her need to pee forcing her from slumber even earlier than Nat used to get up for her workouts and she finds her mix of excitement and nervousness prevents her from falling back to sleep. So she's spent her time typing away on her phone as she sits between you and Natasha on the bed.

Natasha is cuddled close, her face pressed against the witch's side while her arm drapes protectively over Wandas belly and her hand resting on the small of your back. You're splayed out on Wandas other side, arms wrapped around your pillow as you nuzzle further into it.

She chuckles, and brings her free hand down to the redhead's face. She softly strokes Natashas cheek with her thumb before moving to massage the woman's scalp. The Russian softly mumbles, showing her appreciation for the affection even in her sleep.

“Wan?” your sleepy voice suddenly calls out, clearly confused as to why your Sokovian girlfriend was awake this early. Especially when your Russian girlfriend was not, “You ok?”

“I’m fine detka(baby), just a bit restless is all.” she eases your worries with a smile before setting her phone down, bringing her now free hand to grab one of yours

A moment of silence passes, long enough for her to think you’d fallen back asleep, before you speak again, “Tasha still asleep?”

“Mhm, out cold still.”

You shift around a bit, stretching to wake yourself up before sitting up like Wanda was. She expects you to scoot closer to her and wrap your arm around her, your usual routine upon waking up. But instead you swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand with a grunt.

“Where are you heading?” the Sokovian asks, an adorable look of confusion on her face

“Gonna go make us all breakfast” you happily reply, eager to take advantage of the assassins unusual decision to sleep in, “How do you feel about waffles?”

She smiles, “With chocolate chips?”

“Of course my love” you reply, leaning over to give her a quick peck on the lips before leaving the room

Your time in the kitchen is spent listening to your favorite playlist at a low volume while you whip up some waffles. You made two for each of you, loading them up with enough chocolate chips to satisfy your pregnant girlfriend while also making your dentist shudder. Then you topped them off with butter, syrup, a dollop of whipped cream and a sliced up strawberry.

After gathering everything on a tray you headed back to the bedroom. Upon entering Natashas snores fill the air, causing you to stifle a laugh. You’d always found it cute how she would adamantly deny her snoring when confronted with it, yet at times she’d sound like a growling bear. How appropriate, you mused, as she was now a soon to be mother and you knew without a doubt she would protect them like a mother bear did her cubs.

“Tasha, darling” Wanda calls out, gently shaking the sleeping womans shoulder. Nat groans and tries to bury her face further into Wandas side and the Witch lets out a laugh, “Come on, wake up. Y/n made breakfast”

The Russian groggily sits up and rubs her eyes, which you smile at. Never did you think an assassin could be adorable, but Nat always proved you wrong. Finally she looks up at you and gives you a sleepy smile

“Mornin’ ”

“Good morning sleepy head. Would you like some waffles?”

A mixture of emotions fills her at your offer. She hadn’t realized it but due to her early morning routine of workouts and personal time she hasn’t shared many breakfasts with you both since your returns yet. So mostly she's just had a bowl of cereal, a bagel, or one of Wandas many specialties. Meaning she hasn't had your waffles, or anything of your making since….well since before they went back in time to save you.

She hadn’t realized how loud her thoughts about this were until she feels one of the other redheads arms wrap around her waist. She gives the older woman a knowing look and nods her head before they both look back at your still smiling face.

“I’d love some waffles” she replies, reaching out for her plate. You hand it to her, then hand Wanda hers before taking your spot on the bed with your own. After a few moments Nat takes a bite, “Mmm, still the best waffles ever”

You smile wide at her praise, “Thanks babe, I’m really glad you guys like them”

Wanda shakes her head, “We love them detke(baby)”

Too hungry to carry on a conversation, the three of you finish up your meals in silence. And despite you telling her to remain in bed, Wanda insists on helping you carry everything back out to the kitchen. Nat follows you both out, adamant that she’ll do the dished since you had cooked and Wanda was pregnant.

“You guys know that just because I’m pregnant now, doesn’t mean I can’t do small things around the house, right?”

“We know sweetheart” you reply, smiling at her, “And I’m sure eventually we’ll ease up a bit, but right now we’re in protective mode”

The Russian nods in agreement, “We just want to take care of you lyubov'(love)”

“I know” the Sokovian replies, kissing each of you on the cheek, “Just don’t spoil me too much”

“No promises” you tell her as the three of you head into the living room for a day of leisure.

A few hours later, the three of you are curled up on the sofa, watching tv as Wanda is back on her phone looking for doctors.

“I think I finally found one. She's close by and all of her patients have really nice things to say about her.”

Nat leans over to look at the phone, “Well, if you like how she sounds, why don’t we set up an appointment? See if she's a good fit.”

You nod in agreement, so Wanda does just that and sets up an appointment for the following week. After confirming the appointment she switches to her phone's pregnancy app. She enjoys all of the information it tells you, from the size of the baby to other information

“Oh!” she excitedly exclaims, looking at one of the facts on her phone

Natashas head snaps to the woman, “What? What is it? Are you ok?”

You chuckle as the Russian frets, “Nat, calm down. She's right here, nothings happened”

“Right, sorry lyubov'(love)”

“It's alright honey, you're allowed to worry” Wanda tells her, kissing her cheek, “But I am fine. I was just excited by what the app says”

You both look at her expectantly, waiting to hear whatever news the app holds that managed to excite her so much

“It says here that by the time I see the doctor, we should be able to get told the sex of our baby”

Natashas eyes light up and her hand instinctively reaches out to rest on Wandas bump, “Really?”

She nods and you smile wide, “I guess that means we should start discussing names then, huh?”

A few days later the only progress made on names was the agreement that your baby wouldn’t be named after a team member.

“Claire?” you offer, going down the list of baby girl names on your phone

Wanda shakes her head, “No, it's too common. No offense malysh(baby)”

“None taken” you reply, looking over to Nat in the hopes that she has a better idea

“What about Katerina?”

Wandas face lights up, “Oh Natasha, I love it! It’s beautiful!”

“I love it too” you admit, closing the tab of ideas on your phone

Your pregnant girlfriend's face suddenly looks thoughtful once more though, “But what if we’re having a boy?”

“Thomas”

“William”

You and Natasha say in unison before glaring at each other. The witch, knowing she was in for an argument, lets out a huff and decides to let the two of you duke it out. For now at least.

Wanda had thought the two of you would have come to an agreement by now. She had even given them other name options in the hopes of finding some common ground, but unfortunately nothing has changed. Natasha was still firm with her choice of Thomas and you were still firm with your choice of William.

“Please my loves” Wanda pleads, resting her hand on her bump in the cars passenger seat, “Lets just go to this appointment without any fuss and spend the rest of the day enjoying ourselves. I mean, we might not even need to choose a boys name”

You smile at her, and agree that you and Nat had taken things a bit too far with the name debate, “Of course sweetheart. Name picking can wait for a bit, right Nat?”

The Russians focused and furrowed brow softens as she glances at you in the rearview mirror and she reaches out to give Wandas free hand a reassuring squeeze, “Of course it can wait. All that matters right now is making sure you and the baby are safe and healthy.”

Anxiety and excitement fills the three of you as you enter the exam room, and though the doctor is a little confused on the dynamic of a three person relationship with a pregnancy involved she doesn’t question it. After all it's abundantly clear the love the three of you share, and happiness is practically rolling off all of you.

The doctor begins the normal examination to ensure all are healthy, and she gives Wanda a small reprimand for waiting so long to see a doctor. Of course she sits there and agrees she should have come sooner, because who would believe her if she said ‘oh, well I actually became four months pregnant only about two weeks ago due to my magical abilities’. Avenger or not, she'd probably find herself in the looney bin for saying such a thing. Even if it was the truth.

After ensuring Wanda herself is as healthy as can be, she moves to get the ultrasound equipment ready to check on the baby. When she brings it all back over and begins to get the witch ready you can’t help but wonder if anyone else in the room can hear your excited heartbeat, or if it's only your ears it's drumming in.

Natasha takes a deep breath to steady herself, she hasn’t really let herself dwell on the fact that she's obtaining what she never thought possible. Motherhood. But now that she's finally going to be able to not just feel, but see her baby too….she's struggling to contain her emotions

And as the picture lights up the screen all three of your faces light up in wonder. There, on the screen is the image of two little babies.

“Well, looks like I was right. The two of you won’t have to decide on a name” Wanda says, caressing her stomach, “Hi there Tommy and Billy. We’re your moms”

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criticsstuff · 1 year

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Counting the seconds (Series)

Addison Montgomery x freader

Chapter 3: hours

Words: 1.802

Summary: Back in Seattle you're not just dealing with a tumour, you met a amazing woman that is eventually going to change your life.

Warnings: in this chapter fluff and a slight panic attack , later I promise you smut, angst, cheating and more.

Updates: Weekly

A/n: Sorry I really needed long to Update. I WILL DO BETTER. Maybe. Anyway, have fun.

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,Do you like women?" Arizona asked softly, as she leaned forward, looking into your eyes. Do you? You never thought about it, the idea of liking woman never even dared to cross your mind. You were raised to think that it's wrong to love the same gender but of course you don't have the same opinion as your parents today. But you? You thought about what you could answer to this question, it was a yes or no question. You would say no obviously.

»l don't know, I never thought about it.“ you confessed feeling really confused. You would've noticed by now, wouldn't you? You never felt so puzzled because of a simple question, honestly it kinda scared you. Feeling uneasy under all the observation you decided to leave. „It was nice talking to you all but I'm gonna go and take a nap, I feel really tired." you added getting on your feet. No one tried to stop you, probably they understood that you needed time to think. After they all said there goodbyes, you made your way down the hallway.

Finally back in the safety of your room, you decided to sit down for a minute or two. The confusion was still pulling on your whole body, making you feel heavy and tired. The possibility of liking women was new to you. Your parents wouldn't approve this change, if you would tell them.

Minutes passed by and you realised something. All these years you found women awfully attractive but you never thought about it as something to do with your sexuality. To busy thinking, you hadn't noticed Addison coming in your room. The tall woman immediately took note of your thoughtful state.

As she neared you, you felt the presence of someone and turned around, feeling your heart skip a beat at the sight. She was breathtaking, you couldn't describe it different. She implied to sit next to you and you happily agreed, making her smile. You scooted over to make room for her on the small bed, as she sat down beside you looking at you for a few seconds, letting out a huff.

„How are you?" you questioned, aware that she must be tired. You studied her soft features, now that she was so close to you. Soft that's what you would call her but she truly had a sharp experience, confidence was something she owned. Nevertheless you felt secure by her side, it was new for you to feel that around someone you just met a few days ago. She was beyond beautiful, so beautiful it can be intimidating but you felt drawn to her, like a lost puppy.

„l'm exhausted, what about you?" she asked, while looking out the window. Her voice was a little raspy but sounded awfully soothing and surrounded you like a warm blanket. It was hard, almost impossible to look away. She looked amazing in the pink scrubs, you would even say she looked cute. „l'm okay:" you muttered absently, gazing at her side profile. You could imagine how tired she might feel right now, being a doctor yourself. You tried to think of a way to make her feel some joy. ,,Are you on a break?"you questioned, leaning on your elbows to get up. Confused by your question she turned to you, being met with your cheeky grin. She couldn't help but smile as well and scoffed. „Obviously, why?"she wanted to know tilting her head. At that you got up, as your feet touched the floor you walked around the bed and reached your hand out. Addison looked amused at you but took your hand immediately. Her hand was soft and warm and you remembered that you never felt her skin on yours before . It felt good, really good but you had to focus, if you don't wanna embarrass yourself in front of this amazing woman. So you gently pulled her up, following every move she made with your eyes, until she stood in front of you. You should take a step back, you were so close to her, if you leaned in you would feel her breath on your skin.

Okay now you’re were just imagining, if you would lean in, the lips of yours would met the skin under her chin, as she was a bit taller than you. But that could be interesting to, her skin looked soft and you would really like to kiss all over it. You couldn’t believe yourself, it was wrong to think like that. You continued looking at her skin, her neck, her collarbone, wanting to know what it must feel like to let your fingertips run over her.

A gentle squeeze on your hand, pulled you out of your thought. Looking up you found the older woman already looking at you. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow „ Are you alright down there?” she asked, making fun of your high difference. Realising she must have noticed you checking her out, you slightly turned your head away, looking down and taking a step back. As on cue, your cheeks turned warm, letting you know you’re turning red. Trying to hide your state, but still holding her hand, you made your way to the door, pulling her with you. To your dismay you heard her chuckling behind you, as she leaned down to your ear. „ You’re blushing, honey.” she whispered, making your heart skip a beat or two at the pet name. You weren’t sure if you could talk properly, so you just gave her a pouting look.

„Where are we going?” Addison wanted to know, as you two left the hospital. „Just for a walk.” you told her, hoping she would come along. She was, still holding your hand.

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Over the next two weeks, Addison came to your room every day to talk, go for a walk or grab lunch together in the cafeteria. You would enjoy this time a lot and still thought about all of your many conversations. You mostly talked about your lives before you two met and you learned a lot about her.

„Y/N, your surgery is planned for this evening, so prepare yourself and don’t worry, I will take good care of you.” Amelia informed you, while checking your chart again. Slowly you started noticed the time until surgery was getting shorter and shorter. The realisation hit you and it felt too real. You were going to have surgery. You were scared that something could go wrong, you could loose your ability to speak, hear, see, walk and it wasn’t unlikely to die. You already decided that you wouldn’t want to be hooked up to machines for the rest of your life, so as you came to the hospital three weeks ago, you made sure to sign all the papers.

As Amelia left the room, your fears pushed down on your chest, it felt harder to breathe. Your hands started shaking and you couldn’t think. It felt like all the air was gone and the room got smaller. Struggling to get air in your lungs, you panicked, pulling with your hands on your t-Shirt trying everything to help yourself breathe.

After a minute fighting, you felt soft hands taking yours, pressing down on each finger, trying to distract you. „It’s okay, breathe with me.” you heard Addison’s voice. She started breathing with you, still gently pressing on each of your fingers. „Everything is gonna be just fine.”she cooed caressing your hands. Slowly your breathing steadied and your hands stopped shaking. Finally able to look up, you meet her kind eyes looking worried at you.

„I’m really sorry, I didn’t mea-“ you started. „Shhh, come here darling.” she whispered taking you in her arms, laying down on your bed with you in her arms. She adjusted your position pulling you on top of her. Your head was on her chest as one of her hands caressed the baby hair on the back of your head. Her other hand was placed loosely on your back, holding you in place. It was the first time you were so close to her and if you’re honest it felt really good. Taking the opportunity, you hugged her closer and snuggled into her. Your legs hung around her middle almost hugging her. As she noticed your needy behaviour, she chuckled but didn’t say a word about it. After a few minutes she pulled the blanket up, on the two of you , tugging you in, caressing your back. You really enjoyed having her close to you, it felt warm and comfortable. Letting your eyes close you drifted off to sleep, relaxing completely in her arms.

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Feeling well rested and comfy, you started to wake up, stirring a bit in your sleep. You laid really soft, at first you didn’t realised you’re on top of Addison, letting your hands wander, as you woke up completely. „Are you enjoying yourself?” the older woman chuckled, amused at your hands caressing her side. At that you almost jumped, looking around startled. As you noticed your position your cheeks grew hot, making you huff in embarrassment. As you were about to stand up, you felt her pulling you down. „Relax honey, It’s fine.”she assured you, making you smile. At that you laid back down, snuggling into her. You never slept this good alone or with someone else.

But soon realisation hit you. „I’m gonna have surgery, what time is it?” you asked Addison, still laying on her chest. She started playing with your hair, as she took her phone out, checking the time. „Your surgery is in an hour.”she told you, trying to catch your eyes. You never told her when your surgery is, so she must have informed herself or she just saw it on the surgery board. „We can stay like this for the next hour.”she mentioned, looking down to you hugging her tight. You nodded exited, and looked into her eyes, as she chuckled at your joy about cuddling with her. As she stopped laughing, you stared into each other’s eyes. And for a split second you thought about kissing her, licking at her bottom lip, pulling her in until all of the air left your lungs. The minutes flew by, with the two of you just looking at each other, enjoying the calm moment.

„You’re warm.” you let her know, making her smile. She is really beautiful, you thought. Again you wanted to lay your lips on hers, the image playing in your head over and over. Making you blush and hide your head under her chin, you snuggled your face between her neck and shoulder, smelling her perfume.

Strangely you wanted to stay like this forever, in her arms. But for now, one hour is enough.

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