#(as in. i'll wake up in pain after four hours of sleep. i take the pill. i wait for twenty-minutes. i go back to bed and continue sleeping)

[racke7]

It kind of occurred to me today that this:

is kind of... awkward.

See, as anyone with chronic-pain will tell you, your "daily activities" will warp around your pain.

Where instead of doing things "the normal way" you've figured out some kind of mostly-painless workaround, and so you don't even have to worry about it.

And then it's also difficult to say what amounts to "most" or "many" or "some". Is there a set list of things you need to be able to do? In today's world, plenty of people go from bed to computer to bed, never even needing to leave their apartment. How does that translate?

Not to mention what "all the time" really means. Does it only care about the worst days if you have something that flares up? Does it only care if it hurts even when you stop an activity?

And how come "talking / listening" is so high up? What if your brain decides to go non-verbal from just paper-cuts? What would be the appropriate "loss of function"-comparison in that case?

Basically? There's a lot of empty holes and abstractness muddling everything, even in this seemingly incredibly useful example.

I remember someone saying "your worst day - with no meds/tools", but what if that worst day only happens a few times a year?

It's complicated, is what I'm saying. And whilst this description is definitely useful, I wouldn't take it as gospel.

In fact, you might be better off ignoring your doctor when they start asking about "numbers" and just explain how the pain effects you.

"On a scale of 1-10" "I'll wake up in the middle of the night, nearly unable to move from the pain, and then desperately claw my way out of my bed. I'll then spend around two hours sitting up and letting my body recover, before being so tired that it outweighs the pain, and I can crawl back into bed for another few hours of sleep. At which point I'll wake up in pain again. During the day, I struggle to turn around or bend over."

They might not like this, and they might interpret the "number" in their own ways (which might screw you over), but at that point it's more about them being shit than you failing to describe things.

Obviously though, I'm not a medical professional and shouldn't be giving medical-advice. I'm just saying that 1-10 is so fucking arbitrary that I don't feel like you can give the "correct" answer, no matter how much thought you put into it.

[joshslater]

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The male nurse picked up a file from the tray, scanned it quickly, and turned to me. "Martin? Here for the injection?" It was only me and two elderly ladies in the waiting room. "Yes," I said, getting up from reading a year-old home improvement magazine. "This way," the nurse said and started walking down the corridor from which he had emerged.

Many doors down we turned into a well-equipped procedure room and he motioned for me to sit on the bed with the back part raised, paper rolled out on it. "I prefer the seated position, if you don't mind."

"It's fine with me," I said, wondering if anyone did it lying down. I guess some people are really scared of needles or may pass out.

He spent some time preparing things on the bench along the wall and came back with a small tray. Then a quick swipe with a wet wipe, an expertly made injection, and a small band-aid to cover it up. "It will only take a few seconds," he said. "A few seconds for what?" I thought before everything went out of focus.

It took a bit to reorient myself. The sensation was a mix of orgasm and pain as the man kneaded my chest. "Good, you are waking up. The sedative took you harder than most." He was standing right behind me, one hand on each breast, and forcefully rubbing, squeezing, and kneading them.

"So for the next week you want to massage the area every second hour until the myalgia subsides. I'll give you sleeping pills for two nights and painkillers for four days. Now the injections are basically chemically induced eccentric muscle contractions, so just like with traditional muscle exercise there will be some inflammation over the next few days. You'll gain a cup size or two, but it will mostly recede. It is very important though that you keep up with chest exercises daily for the next three weeks so the muscle fibers heal correctly. After that you just need maintenance exercise just like any other muscle. I know you are still light-headed, but all of this is in the paper I'll send you home with. I want you to rest for half an hour before you leave and change shirt of course." He suddenly realizes I don't have anything with me except the clothes on my body. "You didn't bring an extra shirt?"

"No, I'm here for the flu shot."

[spacebaby1]

hiyaaa

Can I ask Rindou's reaction to the fact that his partner is expecting his child?

and for more drama (I'm a dramatic girl and I love drama) you could have Rindou's partner hide the situation from him

drama, angst but happy ending 😝

Hiii! Bestie, I got you! One thing about me is that I live for drama in writing 🎀😌🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 let's start!

You and Rindou never had an argument because he always listened to you, but that didn't last long. You couldn't even remember what escalated the whole conversation into an argument, which led to Rindou slamming the door behind him as he left you'd house last night. The whole night you couldn't sleep not until the sun was out and your eyes gave up from all the crying; you weren't even sure why you were feeling emotional usually it's hard to make you cry. Anyways, you fell asleep around the early hours of the day after shutting your phone completely.

All the crying tired your body to no end that you ended up sleeping until late afternoon. Around four in the afternoon you woke up with a painful headache and aching in your abdomen and before you could grab your phone you felt your stomach turned and you ran to the bathroom, throwing up for a good half an hour before you sat on the bathroom floor.

The memories of yesterday's argument came rushing to you after you were back in your room sitting on your bed with your head in your hands. You weren't feeling well at all and thought the argument took a toll on you so bad that you were about to get sick. You didn't question the vomiting because it was how you'd react if you had a heated argument; it was natural body response to you. Finally, picking up your phone, you turned it on only for Rindou's texts. Fill your screen, followed by numerous of missed calls:

My love: Baby are you okay?

Look, I'm really sorry for shouting at you. I just lost control. But it wasn't your fault. It was me. Please forgive me?

My love:Darling? Can I call you?

*missed call*

*missed call*

My love: baby please answer me, at least end the ringing so I'll know you can see my calls.

My love: I'm so soo sooo sorry

My love: I can't sleep after I made you upset, I'm an idiot! I wish I can hold you right now...

My love: Are you sleeping, sweetie? Good night, my beautiful baby.

12:23 P.M

My love: baby? Sweetheart? Please text back.

My love: at least tell me you're not hurt I'm fucking going insane!

My love: y/n! Baby, I'm sorry!

3:50 P.M

My love: I'm worried about you angel, text me! It's not your usual self to sleep this much.

My love: Can I come by? I'm sorry baby, please don't give me the silent treatment. I'm so sorry, and i would apologize a thousand times if it means you'll forgive me the thousandth time."

He must've seen you reading the texts, and before you could reply, he called you. You sighed and answered, "Baby? Baby, are you okay?" You heard his tired voice. It wasn't until you answered that you realised how sore your throat was, "hi," it came out almost as a whisper before your cough holding the phone away a bit. Rindou panicked at the sound of your tired voice and coughing, "I'm coming over-"

"No, please not now," you replied in a low voice, "I'm not feeling well, just-just- I nee-" you were crying again, he heard you snuffling. "D-dont cry," now he was crying, You shook your head as if he could see you, "I'm so sorry, I hurt you. "I'm so sorry and i would apologize a thousand times if it means you'll forgive me the thousandth time. Just let me see you."

"Please, Rindou. I need space."

"You're not breaking up with me, are you?" He asked with a shaking voice. "No, Rin, I just need to be alone now." You heard his little sigh, "Okay, baby. Did you just wake up? You sound tired, let me order you some food-"

"No, Rin. I can-"

"No, please. At least let me do what I'm supposed to do as your boyfriend. Let me take care of you?" He sounded defeated, but you loved how he always took care of you No matter where he was. "Okay, I love you." You could almost hear his smile when you said that, "I love you more baby, call me if you need anything." You hung up and rubbed your forehead. The next two days were blurry because of how exhausted and sick you were. Usually, you'd let the fever go away, but it kept getting worse to the point that you couldn't put food down in your stomach.

On the third day you decided to visit the doctors and run some blood test to make sure it isn't anything serious and you wish it wasn't what you heard. "Miss Y/n? The blood test shows that everything is fine, just a slight changes in BP but it's normal at this stage."

"Huh? What do you mean at this stage?" You asked the doctor, and she looked at you confused then back at the chart that she was holding. "The pregnancy, you are three months pregnant, Y/n. Did you not know that?" Your eyes widened, and you could barely hear anything after that. Suddenly, it hit you. You were late, and you've been feeling so much different.

"I'm pregnant? Three mo-month?" You whispered more to yourself than a question to your doctor. The doctor nodded, "it explains that vomiting and the abdominal pain, are you okay?"

You got up, " Can you do an ultrasound? Can i see it?"

The doctor nodded, "Sure, if you'd want to."

You almost cried when you saw the screen of your ultrasound, "This is the baby." She pointed at the screen, and you smiled, forgetting the whole world the moment you saw your baby, "do you want the prints?" You nodded, whipping your happy tears away. It wasn't until you got home and saw the picture of you and Rindou on your phone screen is when your smile dropped; Rindou will not take the news well, you thought to yourself and you thought you were doing a good job at avoiding his texts and calls; it was a bad idea because he only grew more concerned about your relationship.

It was another day of you feeling absolutely horrible and vomiting all morning until your stomach was in knots. You heard the frantic bell ringing, followed by knocking on the front door. Groaning you got up holding your stomach with one hand as to you made your way towards the front door without asking who it was you opend the door slowly only to find Rindou standing there with tired eyes and looking panicked. He immediately gathered you in his arms making you yelp in surprise of how hard he was holding you; one of his hands on the back of your head and the other hilding you by the shoulder, "how could you avoid me for two weeks? I'm going insane thinking about you, baby. Why do you hate me so much? Fuck! I missed you." You gasped for air, "Ri, you are c-cruching me, I'm in pain-" He immediately let go and you almost fell on the ground passing out but he held you to his chest as you caught your breath, "you gonna crush me to death?" You asked in a low voice and groaned in pain holding your stomach. "Did I hurt you? I am so sorry, baby." He picked you up bridle style and headed towards your room, carefully placing you on your bed before sitting beside you and checking your forehead, "baby? You're burning." You shook your head, holding his hand in yours, "it's nothing, just an upset stomach. W-what are you doing here?" You asked, feeling yourself drifting to sleep. He sat on the floor next to the bed, kissed your hand, "you haven't text back for two weeks. I was worried, and you're sick yet you didn't call me?"

You shook your head, "I went to the doctors, it's nothing just a stomachache, it'll go by it's own." Rindou shook his head, "No, let me take care of you, do you wanna eat something?"

"I can't, I'll throw up, and it only hurt my stomach more, I just need to lay down." You said almost in a whisper before eventually falling back asleep, still holding Rindou's hands. "My baby," he kissed your forehead before running to get some cold cloth and place it on your forehead. Since you were sleeping, he decided to tide up your vanity a bit since you couldn't do it, and he noticed your things everywhere.

Rindou picked your make-up and placed them to the side, then your accessories which he put away in the box, and he grabbed your other things and opend the drawer to put them away only to find the ultrasound prints next to the results. His heart started beating fast as he took the picture in hand, eyes wide open he read it again and again making sure what he was looking at was indeed a baby and the test had your name on it. You were pregnant, and he felt his eyes blurred when he saw the date; it was a two and half week old test. He could hold back his sobs as he looked at the ultrasound prints. He was trying not to wake you up with his sobbing and he was shaking so hard that he had to sit down on the floor because he didn't trust his knees to hold him standing; he's gonna be a father? Did you even want the baby? Why didn't you tell him?

He sobbed for an hour before making his way towards you and softly kissing your forehead which made you wake up, and you blinked at him. He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand with tears falling from his eyes which made you immediately sit on your bed, "Rinny? Wh-why are you crying? What's wrong?" You cupped his puffy face in your weak hands as your eyes met with his hand holding the ultrasound prints in his hands as more tears fell from his beautiful eyes, "Why didn't you tell me? I'm I not en-" you hugged him closer feeling yourself about to cry, "Don't say that, please." You whispered and he hugged you.

You both stayed like that for minutes and on until Rindou whipped his tears and sat beside you on the bed, with you covered with the blanket and head resting on his chest while he couldn't stop smiling at the picture of your baby. "I'm sorry I wasn’t there for this." You shook your head cuddling closer, "you seem happy." He looked down at you and wrapped his arms around you, "I'm gonna be a dad, of course I'm happy. I can't believe it. I'm gonna be a dad. There's gonna be a mini version of our love? I hope it's a girl, then she'll look as beautiful as you. Did you check? Is it a girl? Or boy?"

You chuckled at his excitement, "No, I didn't. I was just terrified and happy to see the baby." He hugged you closer, "you don't need to be terrified. We'll be great, Mama and dada. I promise."

[chiaraswritings]

Unexpected.

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their characters, or their settings. This is certainly not canon.

Warnings & Topics: Suggestive themes, emotional distress, physical exhaustion, pregnancy. 18+.

Word Count: 3.9K words

Summary: Batmom! reader finds out she is pregnant a short time after marrying Bruce Wayne, not in the most pleasant of ways. Telling him won't be easy, but Alfred gives her some encouragement.

Author's note: After four hours of work, I deem my first fanfiction suitable for posting. Thank you for all the support. I hope you enjoy.

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It'd been two months since that beautiful, blissful, romantic day. Actually, two months, two weeks, and one day. But who was counting, right?

The newspapers were. Headlines of gossip news, huge block letters in bold, depicted that I had been spotted at the gym alone again, also describing their support for my "weight loss journey" since I had been "losing my figure". I had been reading this article over and over for about an hour. Damn. I inspected the black and white photo of myself in leggings and a tank top. The worst part about, well, everything, is that they were right. I was losing my figure, noticeably. 

I didn't even notice Alfred behind me until he spoke. "No matter how many times you read them, the words are not going to change, ma'am."

I jumped slightly. I hadn't been sleeping or eating well at all, my back and chest ached too much to relax, and heartburn hit me like a batarang after meals. I think I had gotten thirty hours of sleep in the last week, and maybe one meal a day. "Thank you, Alfred. Do you know when dinner will be ready?" 

"In a half hour, ma'am." The butler moved to the other end of the kitchen table to face me. "Those words in the paper are words that all who love you disagree with."

Alfred's words touched me if only a little, and I set down the paper. "Thank you, I think I'm going to take a walk." 

He looked concerned, but just for a moment. "Alright, ma'am. Try not to be late, the chicken may be devoured." 

Chuckling, I stepped out into the early evening light. I would not be late for dinner, living with five hungry men teaches you a lot. The sunlight embraced me, bathing me in its gentle rays, glimmering over my face. I felt positively glorious. Closing my eyes, I soaked it in. My husband would soon be home to kiss me and keep an arm around my waist. The simple thought of his touch made my mouth stretch into a smile. Five more minutes, and I'll go in. 

Five minutes turned into twenty. Being amongst the blooming flowers and the busy insects kept me occupied. Not only that, but a sudden headache had overtaken me. I sat in the grass, unladylike, watching the bees collect their last supply of nectar from the flowers for the day. Grass stains never bothered me anyway. I knew time was getting away from me, but I couldn't seem to bring myself to focus on anything. I didn't want to go inside because I didn't want bedtime to arrive. It was too painful to even think about. My head and back reminded me of that even now. 

My vision blurred slightly, I could only focus on a single flower on the bushes before me, bees continuing to fly around it. This was nice. I couldn't focus on a single thing, or think about anything, or worry.

I felt myself fall, sort of, to the ground. Fall was the best word I know to describe it. I was already sitting on the ground, but my muscles suddenly felt like pudding. My head bumped to the grass and laid to rest. Terror gripped my heart and throat for a single second before everything just... relaxed. My vision went next, but I was okay with that. This was so relaxing. I wanted to stay.

...

"Madam. Madam (Y/N)!" The voice came from... maybe a mile away. Maybe. Maybe ten miles. Maybe a hundred.

"(Y/N), madam (Y/N)!" Something cold was on my face. Ugh. I don't like that. The wind bit and stung at where the cold wetness was on my cheek. Ouch.

"Wake up, madam!" No. I don't want to. Go away. But the voice sounds scared.  

I slowly, slowly, with great effort, opened my eyes. Instantly they closed again. My friend the butler was hovering over me. What was his name again?

"Mom!" New voice. Go the hell away. I open my eyes again. 

"I'm here, I'm fine." Sitting up took much more strength than opening my eyes, but I managed to do so. Dick and Alfred worriedly stare at me. "I was just taking a nap."

"That wasn't a nap, it looked like you passed out." Dick was the one with the cold wet cloth. He put it to my head again. I gave him a withering glare, and he pulled it away again, looking apologetic. 

"It was a nap, of course I didn't pass out. Now let me return to it," I waved my hand in no particular direction, trying to shoo them away like mice.

"I am afraid I cannot allow you to sleep on the cold ground in nothing but your loungewear, ma'am." Alfred took the cloth from Dick and put it to my forehead. 

Lord, they were being so annoying, I just wanted to go back to sleep. My eyelids drooped and my words slurred. "Bed hurts too much right now... just come back later..." my head finally dropped forward as vision began to diminish again. 

I couldn't really tell what they said next. What I could remember was, "Inside now... call the... when they can see her..." and "...got her... go and tell him... I've got it..." 

The sensation of being lifted did not startle my dozing. Neither did the shouting, nor the feeling of hands on my face. I had earned this sleep, and I was going to... enjoy... it...

...

I was awake, but I didn't want to open my eyes. It wasn't time. Please don't let it be time. I peeked a glance at my watch. Eight in the morning on a Sunday? Yeah, back to sleep we go. 

Before I could return to my dreamless sleep, I became aware of unidentified breathing beside me. Was that Titus? Or maybe Alfred. Maybe I had been kidnapped. Did I care? Hell to the no. All I cared about at this present moment was slumber. If I was kidnapped, I could sleep all I wanted while I waited for them to rescue me.

Then, like a train, uninvited and on its own, the back pain hit my lower body. I couldn't help the moan of discomfort that tore from my throat.

Instantly, a hand went to my forehead. It felt so cold against my warm head. I'd better see who this person with the cold hands is and tell them to go stick their fingers in a campfire before touching me again.

 When I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn't even in the garden anymore. Alfred, I told you I wanted to stay on the ground. But it wasn't Alfred who had put freezing digits on my forehead. It was my husband, my dearest Bruce, my wonderful partner in... crime didn't seem like a good choice of words. His worried blue eyes bored into my sleep-deprived (Y/C) eyes. Ouch, that gaze made my headache come back.

"Hello. Go warm your hands up," I told the love of my life before closing my eyes again. The light from the window seemed to be penetrating my very brain. 

"My hands are warm," replied the bearer of freezing fingers.

"Please, feels like your hands went to the Artic circle for winter vacation." My stubborn retort took a lot out of me, but I could practically hear his small smile. 

"There's my girl," he murmured. I opened my eyes again to smile at my wonderful... freezing... man. 

"Yeahhh, your girl's going back to dreamland. Night night." I grunted at the pain stabbing me in the back, the throbbing in my head, and the emptiness in my stomach.

"Not yet, sweetheart. Stay right here. The doctor's going to be here at ten, you should freshen up a bit." 

I opened one eye to glare unhappily at him. "Don't need a doctor. Need a nap."

His chuckle annoyed me to the very core, almost scaring away the shooting pains in my back. "I'm sorry, but this needs to happen. Do you know how worried we all were when we heard you had fainted in the garden? The boys hardly wanted to go on patrol, they wanted to look after you."

"The boys didn't want to go on patrol? You didn't want to look after me?" I glared playfully at my handsome knight. "And I didn't faint... just took a nap."

"On the cold hard ground?" His questioning gaze made me open both my eyes.

"Yes, it felt nice on my back." 

"Does your back still hurt, sweetheart?"

"Yes, it still hurts." 

"And you didn't feel like sleeping in the bed?"

"The hell is this, an interrogation?" 

"Maybe," he grinned.

"Go away," I retorted, closing my eyes. "I have to go to work, no time for doctors."

"I called and told them you can't come in this week."

"This... this is why I married you."

It didn't take long to fall back into blissful, painless paradise. Bruce left me alone, but I knew he was close by, watching over me. The mansion was so quiet and peaceful, I knew the boys were fast asleep.

Much too soon, I was being kissed awake. 

"Darling, Doctor Thompkin's here. It's time to wake up." Bruce's forehead kisses were, for the very first time in our relationship, annoying. 

"Ugh." I rolled over to escape, my back cracking. 

"Upsy daisy." He stroked my back, gently massaging my painfully aching muscles.

Sitting up took all the strength I had, and yet I had to find more to answer the questionnaire the doctor was springing upon me. Bruce stepped out mid-examination to answer a phone call, leaving the woman to observe my body and take into consideration my answers to her questions. Her questions seemed endless. "Have you been out of the country in the last month?" 

"No."

"Have you been feeling depressed or hopeless?"

"No."

"Are you on any medications?"

"No."

"Do you or any family members have history of scoliosis?" 

"No."

"History of heartburn?"

"No."

"When was your last menstrual cycle?"

"It's marked on the calendar, couple pages back." 

"Do you know what year it is?"

I gave her a funny look. "Of course I do, what's wrong with you?" Now I feel bad for saying that, but I certainly didn't in the moment.

The doctor chuckled, her friendly eyes had laughter lines around them. "Just wanted to make sure you're still with me. Are you on birth control?"

"Yes."

"How long have you been on birth control?" 

"Couple months. I went on it during our honeymoon."

"During?"

"Yes, we realized condoms and plan B weren't as convenient as the pill."

"I'm going to need a blood sample and then we're done here. I'll be in touch with the results. You don't seem to be suffering from scoliosis, but I'll contact you about x-rays to confirm. I haven't made a house call in a long time, or practiced family medicine, but I'll do everything I can to make sure we get to the root of this."

"Okay." 

The blood draw seemed to take longer than I remembered blood draws taking. The prick of the needle didn't disturb the haze of sleepiness that still surrounded me. The woman's departure signaled another wave of sleepiness to wash over me. Bruce and Alfred were showing the doctor out as my head hit the pillow. Pain shot up my back, but sleep had already captured me. 

Tomorrow turned into today, and then today became yesterday. It felt like I slept the whole Monday, skipping work and family dinner. Tuesday morning came with sunshine and kisses from my darling husband as I slowly opened my eyes. 

"Hi," I smiled at him. One of Bruce's arms was holding me almost loosely as he lay next to me in the white sheets. He looked worn and tired from a long night of patrol. I sniffed him. Good, he had showered. 

"Hello." His tired kiss on my lips was slowly waking me. "I love you."

"I love you too," I told him. My smile was getting bigger and my world was waking up. I traced the shape of his exhausted eyes. "Close your eyes. Sleep." 

"Mmph." His eyes closed and his body relaxed under my touch. Normally, Bruce was the one to hold me tight and kiss me to sleep, to caress my body and keep me safe. Looking over his body, I realized that he had been through a difficult night of patrol. A stitched gash across his back, an unhappy bruise on his jaw, scratches on his forearms. Worrying about my "condition" probably hadn't helped him stay alert out there in the dangerous night of Gotham. Guilt washed over me. My arms protectively wrapped around my dearest husband, my lips pressing to his forehead. Today, I was going to keep him safe, I was going to comfort him through his slumber.

...

Bruce's snoring wasn't exactly a lullaby, so I was up and about after a few hours. The boys were crashed in their rooms and Alfred was busy baking something that smelled like chocolatey deliciousness. I was looking over the morning paper, again, skimming for any mention of my family or I. Unhealthy habit, you could say. I was curled up in an armchair next to the bed, keeping the rustling of the newspaper pages to a minimum.

Vibrations of Bruce's cell phone made me look up. As silently as I could, I leaped up and grabbed the phone from the bedside table on Bruce's side. My husband's sleep was important to me, and if I had it my way, nothing at all would disturb it, not even nightmares. 

I carried the cell phone out of the bedroom and glanced at the caller ID. Doctor Thompkins. Results. Yes. This wasn't the first time I had answered my husband's phone, so I wasn't going to feel guilt over finding out my own test results. "Hello?"

"(Y/N), hello. I'm calling with your results."

"Tim's been telling everyone in the family it's yellow fever, please prove him wrong."

"Hah, no, it is not yellow fever... I'd say it's something a little more... serious."

I stiffened. My aching back didn't like that. "What's up?"

"We spoke about your history with birth control, but we need to talk about it again. It would seem that there was some window of time where you and Bruce were not using protection."

My backache must've hit my brain, because looking back, I can't believe I didn't catch on. "Bruce gave me a disease?"

"Not a disease. You're pregnant, (Y/N). I can't make an estimate on how many weeks you are, but I'm going to give you the contact information for an OBGYN. Make an appointment as soon as you can. Congratulations, Mrs. Wayne."

...

When Bruce woke up, I had to apologize to him for his cracked cell phone screen. I told him the truth, that I'd dropped it, but I didn't explain that it was from shock. He told me it was alright, that he'd pick up a new one, but he wasn't quite sure why I looked so very upset over dropping his phone. That would explain itself in time.

I didn't eat a thing at dinner that night, despite my full plate and coaxing from my family. Even the finest cut of steak is unappealing when something like that is on one's mind.

Who wouldn't overthink a thing like this? Pregnant, after a literal two months of marriage? Pregnant, while caring for four boys that you saw as your sons? Pregnant, after your husband had told you he didn't want anymore children? Pregnant, after you had both tried to be careful? Pregnant, to one of the greatest vigilantes and most successful businessmen in the world? Pregnant. I am pregnant. I might have my husband's baby.

"Mom!"

My head jerked up and I was greeted by five concerned faces. 

"Ma, you look like you're in another world," Jason forked a piece of potato. 

"Maybe I am in another world, Jay-Jay." I smiled slightly before standing. Ten eyes observed my every move. 

"Ummi, where are you going?" Damian, the one who I expected would be the least concerned, watched me with huge, worried eyes. 

"I think I need to sleep more. I will see you all tomorrow morning." I kissed every head at the table, my lips lingering on my husband's forehead. He rested his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me down for a gentle kiss. I think he noticed my hesitance, but I didn't stop to think about it or explain. My back only permitted me to walk up the stairs, but if I could've run, I would've.

Once Bruce and the boys had left for their night of patrol, I breathed again. Laying on the bed, clutching my pillow to my chest, trying to rehearse how I would address the situation to Bruce, it took a lot out of me. "Bruce, I need to tell you something," I mumbled. "No... Bruce, we need to talk." 

"Madam, I am not sure if you have noticed, but Master Bruce is not here." Alfred's voice startled me for the second time this week.

"I wish he was. I'm sorry, I'm... practicing." I tried to give my friend a reassuring smile but it came out as a grimace. 

"Good luck, madam," Alfred set down a cup of tea on my bedside table and gave me a genuine Alfred smile. Before he was out of the room, he turned back and looked me dead in the eye. "Master Bruce loves you very much, Madam (Y/N). He would not have married you if he was not ready to take on the unexpected. He will not turn you away when you tell him, so try not to overthink." 

I looked straight back into this wonderful gentleman's eyes. "Thank you."

...

I tried to sleep through the night, I really did. When dawn and my boys arrived, I was still wide awake, not having slept a wink. I trotted down the stairs to the batcave, taking extra care not to trip. Once on the floor, we went through our post-patrol routine of inspecting each one of my boys. First Damian, who shrugged me off several times before allowing me to look over him, then Tim, who accepted my worrying for what it was, then Jason, who pretended to be annoyed for show, then Dick, who looked over me as carefully as I looked over him, then finally Bruce, who would not stop kissing me, barely giving me a chance to check him for injuries. 

No one was truly hurt, but all but one were tired as they pulled off their suits. The boys trudged upstairs to their rooms, but my husband carried me valiantly up the stairs to our place in the master bedroom, like a knight carrying his princess.

Once the bedroom door was shut and he had set me down, I was instantly on my back laying on the bed, Bruce's lips showing affection to my neck and collarbone. A soft, throaty moan left my mouth as my husband kissed me, his hands working their way over my body. I was clothed in my favorite outfit of a tank top and leggings, and I knew they were at risk of being torn from my torso and limbs if I allowed this to continue. Besides... I had to tell Bruce. 

"Darling..." the word I said was half-moaned. "Darling, please, you need to shower."

"I thought you liked my scent?" Bruce chuckled, looking up at me, his hands working their way up my shirt. 

"Mmm, I do, but you are going to dirty our sheets that Alfred worked so hard to wash." 

"You have a valid point, but I don't like it." Bruce grinned and pulled off the little clothing he wore. I chuckled and rolled my eyes, watching him make his way to the shower. If I hadn't had such a burden on my mind, I would've joined him. I could hear him muttering insults at the slippery bar of soap that his large fingers always seemed to have trouble grasping, and it made me smile. My hand absentmindedly rested on my stomach and I wondered if his child would have the same troubles as their father.

Bruce's shower was shorter than usual. Much shorter than if I had been in there with him. Chuckling, I made room for my knight in the bed. He hadn't bothered to put on clothes, or dry his hair. Bruce climbed on top of me, drops of water falling from his hair to my chest. His lips reattached to mine, devouring the kiss like a wild man. I knew what he had on his mind from the way he caressed my body, and I had to put a stop to it. 

"Bruce... Bruce, wait." 

Concerned eyes met mine. "(Y/N)?"

Alfred's words replayed in my mind. He would not have married you if he was not ready to take on the unexpected. I stared into the beautiful blue eyes I had grown to take comfort in. "Bruce, Doctor Thompkins diagnosed me."

Instantly, his desire was forgotten. Bruce sat back on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. "Tell me, darling, what is it?"

His arms made me feel so safe. He will not turn you away when you tell him, so try not to overthink. "I... you need to expect the unexpected."

"So I'm guessing it's not yellow fever, since that's what Tim expects," Bruce smiled. The gentle attempt at humor didn't lift the worry in his eyes. 

"Heh, no... not exactly. It's... it's a baby." The last three words were much quieter than the others. 

Bruce looked at me quizzically. "I don't think I heard you correctly." 

"A baby," I honestly voiced my diagnosis, somewhat fearfully looking into his eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Bruce's glare pierced mine. He gently slid me off his lap and set me on the bed before standing and walking to the window to silently stare out of it. His breathing had changed, his body was stiff, everything about him seemed cold and hardened. 

My worst fears bit and tore at my heart, anxiety gripping my throat like a murderer. Oh Lord, he doesn't want me anymore. I didn't know whether to go to him, or leave the mansion, or stay in the bed, or cry, or speak. So I just waited, for a full two minutes, staring at my husband's scarred back. After waiting that long, tears began to prick at my eyes. I finally laid down and curled into the cold sheets. "I'm sorry."

I heard him turn. "What are you sorry for?"

"Not paying attention to my birth control. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," my tears left wet spots on the pillowcase. I closed my eyes tightly. 

Then I felt his weight on his side of the bed, he was laying beside me. Bruce collected me into his arms, tilting my chin up, asking me silently to look at him. I opened my wet eyes. 

"I'm not angry with you. I'm thinking about it. Just let me think." Bruce's rough, calloused fingers brushed against my peach soft cheek.

"Okay." I closed my eyes to fight back angry, hot tears. He pulled me to his chest, holding me to himself. I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. 

He must've held me like that for an hour before he finally, finally spoke. "Well, this isn't what I thought two months into our marriage would look like." 

My tears had left stains on his chest. Only a surge of bravery made me look up at him. "Yeah."

He looked down at me, smiled, kissed my lips, and I felt my husband's love course through my body. He may have turned me away physically, but he had never turned me away emotionally. I sat up on his lap, straddling him, my forehead resting on his, my hands on his cheeks. "I love you."

"And I love you," Bruce's fingers brushed against my waist. He seemed hesitant, and his eyes met mine. "May I?"

I was confused for a moment, but then I realized and nodded, beaming. "Yes."

His large hand rested on my stomach. The wheels in his head were still turning, but they had calmed, and they were only turning in the name of love. 

"Expect the unexpected." 

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[wileys-russo]

Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests, but maybe a sequel to ‘headache’ with Alessia, where this time reader is the one with the headache?

part one headache 2.0 II a.russo

alarm bells had sung out in alessia's head from the very first moment she'd woken up this morning, having fallen asleep with you tucked up beside her she was surprised to find the bed empty.

sitting up and rubbing her face tiredly she'd blinked the sleep from her eyes and checked the other bed, maybe you'd wanted some space.

but no, that one was also empty which further peaked her suspicion.

"babe? are you here?" she called out, frown deepening when she didn't receive a response at first. then after a few beats of silence pass she heard what sounded like the faintest of hums from the bathroom.

quickly kicking off the duvet she tied her hair up and out of her face, padding toward the open bathroom door, heart falling into her stomach at the sight of you laid down on the floor with a towel over your face.

"baby?" she was knelt beside you in an instant, gently peeling off the wet towel as you blinked a few times, wincing at the harsh white light of the bathroom and groaning quietly. "what's happened? are you hurt? sick? did you pass out? throw up?" alessia helped you to sit up, checking all over you as you softly pushed her away.

"i'm fine less." you brushed off her concerns with a sigh that didn't pass as okay. "well i just found you asleep on the bathroom floor, so something is up pretty girl. talk to me!" alessia worried, still fussing over you as you gently pushed away her hands, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"i just have a bit of a headache and i thought the cold tiles and a wet towel might help." you admitted, eyes closed as alessia reached up to flick off the bathroom light. "oh my love." the blonde's face softened, quietly murmuring that the floor was hardly clean and helping you up to your feet and back to bed.

"how bad is it one to ten? don't lie please." she all but whispered, squatted down as you sat on the edge of the bed, still pinching the bridge of your nose hoping it might relieve some pressure. "a six? seven maybe? it was worse before but it keeps going up and down, i woke up around four i think." you mumbled quietly.

"hey why didn't you wake me?" alessia frowned, thumb gently carressing your cheek. "didn't wanna bother you." you grumbled quietly, the obvious strain in your voice causing her heart to break a little further.

"my beautiful girl you are never a bother, we've spoken about this before." alessia assured you with another frown, kissing the crown of your head as you nodded and mumbled a near inaudible apology.

"i'm gonna go talk to sarina babe you cannot train today." alessia decided for you seeing the obvious wince of pain flash across your face once again.

"i'll be fine less! please. we're only in the gym today and i can handle that, i just need some water and some food and a tablet." you argued, alessia biting her tongue knowing just how stubborn you could be, especially when it came to national camps.

"fine. but i'm still telling her you've got a headache so she keeps an eye on it!" your girlfriend warned as you nodded, also not having the energy to go back and forth. "i can go down and bring you up some food baby? give you an extra hour or two of rest." her tone softened again as she looked at you sympathetically.

"no no it's okay. can you get me a bottle of water though please?" you requested softly, a cold bottle from the fridge in your hand within seconds, a sigh of relief leaving your mouth as you pressed it against your closed eyes.

whilst you did alessia raced around the room, drawing the curtains and trying to make the room as dark as possible, swearing quietly as she stubbed her toe on the end of the bed, biting down on her bottom lip to stop her from yelling out she took a few deep breaths.

"come here and lay down baby, we still have some time before breakfast." alessia moved to sit up against the headrest of the bed, tapping the space between her legs as you managed to shuffle over. laying down your head rested in her lap and her fingers carded through your hair.

"is this okay?" she asked softly with a frown, bending down to mumble the words against your forehead, leaving a lingering kiss on the warm skin as you nodded wordlessly, melting into her tender touch.

"i love you lessi." you whispered out as the blonde swooned, ducking down again to this time press a sweet kiss to your lips, whispering those same three words right back.

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"maybe this wasn't the best idea." alessia mumbled, herself wincing at the sudden change of volume as the two of you entered the dining hall she couldn't imagine how it would feel for you. "it's fine." you dismissed with a small sigh, tucking yourself more into her side.

"what do you feel like you can stomach babe?" the blonde asked quietly, pressing a tender kiss to the side of your head, her arm draped protectively over your shoulder as you cuddled into her side.

"whatever you're having, maybe some eggs though please." you whispered, alessia nodding and ordering the two of you eggs the way she knew you liked, grabbing some toast and fruit for the pair of you as well.

"good morning lovebirds!" alessia winced as mary appeared beside her, throwing her own arm over your shoulder as the striker was quick to shove her off. "oi! feeling a bit possessive are we less?" the goalkeeper teased, earning herself a withering glare.

"she's got a headache mary and you're as loud as a foghorn. shut up or go away!" alessia warned sternly, smiling in thanks to the chef as she grabbed your shared tray.

"jesus alright! no need to bite my head off." mary rolled her eyes, staying behind to grab her own food as alessia guided the two of you to an empty table on the opposite side of the room, as far away from everyone as the two of you could get.

"i can feed myself lessi my head hurts not my hands." you cracked a smile as the blonde attempted to offer you a forkful of eggs, picking up your own cutlery.

"just trying to take care of you is all baby." alessia kissed your cheek sweetly, the two of you falling into a comfortable silence as you ate, your body still tucked securely into her side.

but of course that peace didn't last.

"oi ya left me on read this morning kid, not appreciated!" alessia's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as lucy teasingly smacked the back of your head, taking a seat with her breakfast and missing the pain which flickered across your face.

"lucy!" alessia seethed, fussing over you as you mumbled you were fine, gently prying away her hands.

"what? she's not made of fine china less she hits me about all the time." the older girl rolled her eyes unknowingly. "she's got a fucking headache and you just smacked her right where it hurts!" alessia growled protectively, lucy's face paling as she paused mid mouthful.

"shit! sorry kid." the northerner winced apologetically as you waved her off wordlessly, the pain starting to set in behind your eyes now from the harsh light of the hall, training your gaze down to the table instead.

"good moorning england!" alessia winced now as ella, grace and georgia joined the three of you, ella screaming at the top of her lungs as she dropped herself down across from you, grace and georgia chattering away.

"what no good mornin back? where's ya manners gone then!" grace teased as she greeted you and you remained silent, pulling you into a headlock as alessia was on her feet within seconds, yanking the younger girl off who paled at the sight of the scowl on her face.

"i was jokin round with her less honest!" the blonde apologised with her hands in the air, wide eyed and terrified of the striker who suddenly sent a mean glare to the entire table, stood protectively behind you.

"whats in your shorts this morning then less? why do you look like somebody pissed in your cereal." ella sent her a toothy grin, lucy stamping on her foot and shaking her head as the mancunian frowned in confusion. "what?"

"she's got a headache would all of you please shut up and keep your hands off of her and to yourself!" alessia warned firmly, dropping back into her seat and tugging you tighter into her side, arm again wrapped securely around your shoulders.

"a headache? aw poor baby!" ella teased, lucy sighing with a wince as even georgia shook her head to signal ella to lay off.

"tooney would you like to get through today being able to talk? because i'll personally shove my hand in your mouth and tie your tongue in a knot if it means you shut up!" the blonde threatened seriously, rendering her best friend speechless.

"lessi it's fine love, eat your breakfast please." you murmured knocking your knee against her as she fixed the girls with one final glare, kissing your cheek and going back to eating, an awkward silence settling around the table.

"so less would you prefer we call you nurse russo or doctor russo?" "right thats it come here tooney!"

[gwynfahr]

Sleeping position

Jordan Li x reader

Synopsis : You can't seem to fall asleep and keep accidentally bugging your lover throughout the night.

1:57am

"Jordan ? You awake ?" encased in your partners arms, in his masc form for the moment, your voice sounding loud despite the fact you were whispering in the night.

His answer came in a groan and a stir, telling you he was listening.

"Did we do the assignment for Brink's class tomorrow ?" your voice sounded anxious, and you clearly forgot you did it earlier with Jordan while watching an episode of Property Brothers.

"You thinking 'bout that in the middle of the night ?" muffled words came from your lovers whose head was located on the crook of your neck. "We did it two hour ago, babe."

"Oh. That's right, I forgot, sorry for waking you up, baby, go back to sleep." You were still wide awake, so you took it on yourself to help him fall back asleep, after all, you didn't have classes early in the morning tomorrow, while he did. Your hand slowly began caressing his hair and he groaned a bit at the soothing motion, grateful.

Ten minutes later, Jordan was back asleep and you still couldn't sleep. You didn't dare move too much as Jordan's body was litteraly flushed against your side and you really didn't want to wake him up, so you just laid in bed, eyes wide open, trying to understand why your brain wouldn't just fall asleep.

3:36am

An hour later, you got a cramp so painful that you jerked up harshly, moving your boyfriend with you. Your whimpers of pain were made to be silent in order to not wake Jordan up more than he already was, but it was too late.

"Babe, you okay ?" He asked, not quite awake, but definitely not half asleep anymore.

"I got a cramp, sorry." You answered, massaging your calf where the cramp hurt like a bitch. "Shit, that hurts..."

Jordan took your leg in his arms and gently massaged the area, figuring that, if he was awake, he must do something to help. Soon enough, the pain faltered to a reasonable amount. "That's better ?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm sorry for waking you again, you have classes tomorrow..."

"No it's okay, I was having a nightmare either way, so I should thank you for that."

"Really ? Do you want to talk about it ?" You took his hand, an expression of concern on your face.

"Meh, it's stupid." He said, and then suddenly, Jordan was sat in front of you in her female form.

"Nothing is stupid when it comes to nightmares baby, if you don't want to talk about it, though, it's okay, we can just cuddle until you fall back asleep." you proposed.

"That's clearly implying you won't sleep." Jordan said as you took a more confortable postion, laying back down, face to face on your sides.

"I wasn't sleeping before, but it"s okay, I don't have classes in the morning so, I'll be able to get back some sleep then. You have to wake up early though, baby, you need your beauty sleep."

"Please," Jordan snorted "I don't need sleep to look hot, and I've done worse than a four hours night of sleep. Why weren't you sleeping ?" she asked, hugging you close to her so her head was rested comfortably on your neck, caressing your head. Mechanically, you did the same.

"I think I forgot something, but I can't remember what, and it's bugging me. Ithought it was an assignment or somethng, but it wasn't that. Not a birthday either, not something school related, not an important date for us, not an appointment... I thought about everything and I can't remember." Somehow, explaining it to Jordan made it feel even more stupid, if you forgot something, then you'd remember at some point, no need to lose sleep over it.

Your girlfriend looked deep in thought.

"Maybe it's just your anxiety taking a toll on you. I know it hppens to me when I'm stressed. Just try to forget bout forgetting something and relax." She moved her hands to your back, scratching it softly in a soothing motion, making you giggle a bit at the tickles it created. "I mean, we could also fuck until we're both too tired and lazy to even think about anything, but I feel like you're not really in the mood." She joked a smirk on her face.

You genuinely thougth about it. Jordan was wearing one of your shirt right now, and she looked so hot in it it was criminal. Plus, you really wanted to sleep. However, you felt like the cramp would come back at any too suden moves or contraction of your muscles. "We could make out instead ? You look so hot right now that it's really hard saying no, you need to know."

Soon enough, the both of you were flush against the other, legs entangled, Jordan's hands on your neck as yours were messing with her hair (making it more toussled than it was before). Your mouthes moved in sync, gently, slowly, carefully, you had time, neither of you wanted to sleep anymore. You had to come up for air after some time, but you still found the breath to whisper to Jordan.

"I love you so much, Jordan. So so much."

"I love you too. So much" Was your girlfirend's answer, after a minute of silence where she kissed everywhere she could on your face.

You spent, maybe twenty more minutes making out, Jordan switching forms twice, settling in his male form. Finally, you bth stopped, out of breath. You looked in each other's eyes and Jordan whispered :

"We should try to sleep."

"You're right, it's actually crazy to see you be the responsible one on this relationship, though." You teased before cuddling again with your boyfriend, the forgotten thing plaguing your mind forgotten.

You both fell asleep peacefully ten minutes later.

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4:33 am

Rufus was still calling for help after you hung him on the american flag hamper in the main alley of God U, five hours earlier.

It seems you forgot about this entirely.

[megalony]

Brave Girl

This is an Eddie x Evan x Reader imagine I had an idea for, I hope you will all like it. Feedback is always amazing.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: Eddie and Evan have to go to work, leaving (Y/n) to look after Chris and their sick toddler. But when their daughter gets worse, the boys come home to take her to hospital.

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"Baby go to bed and get some sleep." Crouching down, Evan pressed his knees into the edge of the sofa and reached a gentle hand out. He brushed his thumb across (Y/n)'s lower lip and kissed her temple.

She was laid on her side on the sofa, knees pulled up to her stomach, head tucked into a cushion and her eyes half open as she was almost asleep. If she asked him to, Evan would carry her to bed so she could get some proper sleep and not wake up with a crick in her neck or a pain in her back.

"Chris-"

"We're taking him today, he's got breakfast club. Come on and I'll carry you." Evan moved his hand to cup the side of her face, grinning softly when (Y/n) leaned into his touch.

Both Eddie and Evan were on shift pulling a double, but they were starting early today. (Y/n) usually took Chris to school when the boys were at work, but he was starting breakfast club for one week and it began today. That meant the boys could take him on their way to work and he wouldn't be sat alone early in the classroom.

It also meant that (Y/n) didn't have to get up and take Chris. She had been awake all night. Eddie came home off a day shift, saw his family for a while then crawled into bed. And Evan needed to sleep because they were both on a twenty four hour shift.

So (Y/n) had taken the night shift at home of waking up every twenty to thirty minutes to settle their daughter.

Luna had a chest infection. She couldn't sleep, she was coughing so badly she was starting to be sick and she was worn out but she still couldn't sleep as she was unsettled and feeling the effects. It wasn't easy to settle a toddler, Luna was only one. The only way to settle her was to hold and cuddle her. All. Night.

"Luna won't sleep, I may as well stay here."

"Do you want me to stay home, because I will-"

"No, baby you go to work. After tomorrow, the bed is mine and the toddler is yours." (Y/n) leaned up and pecked Evan's lips before she curled her hands around his arm and reeled it into her chest.

Evan had five days off in a row after he finished tomorrow morning. That meant he could spend all of those days cuddling his baby girl and trying to make sure she took her medicine, started to eat properly and nursing her back to health.

(Y/n) was tired, she was exhausted, but she didn't mind. She worked from home and she could plough through her work once Evan was on his days off. And when Eddie had a day off with them, that meant Luna and Chris would be spoiled by both their dads.

"Alright, that's a deal." Evan cupped (Y/n)'s chin in his hand and lifted her head enough so that he could give her a kiss.

A soft hum vibrated through Eddie's chest and up his throat while he looked down at the little girl in his arms. His hand rhythmically patted against the back of her legs while his other hand cradled the back of her head and smoothed over her thin wisps of dark hair.

Tilting his head down, Eddie kissed the top of her head and continued to sway from left to right. He felt the way Luna batted her small fist against his chest like she was trying to tap out a beat or tell him something and it made him smile against her temple. But when he glanced down at the watch on his wrist, he sighed.

He and Evan needed to go before they made themselves late for work.

Eddie didn't want to go. He didn't want to go to work and leave (Y/n) home alone, run down and needing to look after their sick toddler. He knew Luna had barely slept all night and she was only half asleep in his arms right now.

"Alright baby girl, can you go to sleep for daddy, please?" His words hushed against her flushed skin and he moved over towards the cot beneath the window.

He leaned over and very carefully laid Luna down and took a few seconds to unhook her hand that had been clutching his shirt collar for the last twenty minutes.

Eddie brushed his thumb over the back of Luna's small hand and stayed leaning over the crib. But the moment he pulled the blanket over her and leaned up, he cringed.

She began to cry.

Her hand bashed against her nose and reached up as she wriggled around and stretched her arms out for him again. Her legs kicked up and she wriggled to try and roll over to get up and reach out for Eddie. She wasn't going to sleep unless one of her three parents was holding her.

With a sigh, Eddie tipped his head forward before he reached his arms back down and gently eased her back up again. He straightened up and settled her on his chest, nuzzling his nose against her hair as he started to rub his hand up and down her back. He turned away from the cot and trudged towards the door to head out into the hall.

"Poor baby," He murmured softly into her hair as he padded down the hall and headed into the living room where Evan was sat on the edge of the sofa and (Y/n) was laid out.

"She won't sleep?" (Y/n) guessed as she tilted her head back to look up at Eddie when he hovered beside the sofa.

"Nope. I tried, mi amor, I'm sorry." Eddie had gotten a shower and took Luna with him in the hopes that the steam would help her breathe better and settle her down. But the only thing that settled her was being held, cuddled and walked around the house which (Y/n) had been doing all night. Eddie thought if he could get her to sleep even for an hour, it would give (Y/n) a break.

"Pass here over, I'll get her medicine before we go."

Evan held his hands out and stood up, smiling softly when his little girl was gently eased into his arms. They swapped places so Eddie could sit next to (Y/n) and give her a kiss while Evan slowly made his way into the kitchen where Chris was sat at the table, almost asleep.

"Wake up bud, we'll be off in a minute." Evan ruffled Chris's curls before he opened the medicine cupboard and found the small bottle of antibiotics.

He found a syringe on the draining board and leaned his hips back against the counter, shuffling Luna further down his chest. Her cheek was nuzzled into his chest as she snuffled and wheezed. Her eyes were closed and she was settling down but she was still awake, Evan could tell.

"Is she still poorly, pops?"

"Just a bit… come on little moon, here we go." Evan pressed the syringe to her lips and got her to take it before she realised what it was. He cringed when Luna coughed, squeezing her eyes tighter as her nose crinkled and she made a spluttering noise. But Evan kept running his hand up and down her back and kissed her temple, trying to coax her to calm down. The last thing they needed was her throwing the medicine back up again.

"Me and mum will look after her."

A tender smile flooded Evan's face when Chris got up and clung to his side, looking up at Luna who was still snuggled down in Evan's arms, snuffling a little quieter now.

"Thank you bud." Evan kissed the top of his head before he guided him through into the living room. He carefully lowered Luna down into (Y/n)'s arms and smiled as (Y/n) wriggled down the sofa so she was laid down. She settled Luna on her chest with her head just beneath (Y/n)'s chin.

"Call us later to let us know how you all are."

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A round of coughing tremored through (Y/n)'s ears and made her lips curl as she woke up. She couldn't have been asleep for long.

Her hand brushed across her eyes and nose before she grumbled and pushed herself up. She flicked the bedside lamp on and turned to her right to see her two kids. Chris was on the far side of the bed, snuggled up into the pillow and his head shifted a little when he started to wake and hear Luna's coughing.

The toddler was laid in between them on her side with Chris's arm draped over her middle. Her knees were pulled up to her tummy and the dummy she had been sleeping with was now spat out on the bed so she could cough and begin to whimper.

"Come here little girl." (Y/n) gently lifted Luna up and leaned back into the pillows. She brought her knees up so she could carefully sit Luna on her stomach and prop her up against her knees. Her eyes darted over her daughter who was still coughing, but now her breaths were starting to come out in wheezes and she was beginning to struggle.

She felt Chris snuggle up into the middle of the bed to be near her side and it made her smile. He had come to watch a movie in bed with (Y/n) to keep her company and try to help look after Luna and (Y/n) didn't mind him sleeping in her room.

She already knew she wasn't going to be getting much sleep tonight with Luna being this ill.

"Oh no," Panic dwelled up in (Y/n)'s stomach as she peered closer at her daughter.

Not only was Luna barely able to breathe, now (Y/n) could see a rash forming on her skin. This wasn't normal and (Y/n) couldn't think of what else to do when she had given Luna Calpol and her prescribed antibiotics and she had taken her temperature which was rising high.

Fumbling her hand out on the side table, (Y/n) found her phone and clicked on the first of her boys to pop up on screen. It happened to be Eddie. She needed some advice because the way things were looking, (Y/n) was starting to think she was going to be spending the night in the emergency room.

"Hey mi amor, how's the little lady?"

"Eddie, we've got a problem, I need help." She had called the boys earlier in the evening to say that Luna hadn't had a lot of sleep and she was still coughing. She had almost heard the pain in their voices when they promised to be home soon and look after both girls.

(Y/n) hated to call them when they were at work but she needed Eddie's medical advice because she knew this couldn't be normal.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"She's got a rash, it's everywhere and she won't stop coughing… a-and she's been throwing up too."

(Y/n) had been surprised when Luna had managed to eat a little more today, but tonight everything came back up with vengeance. Luna began throwing up and wouldn't stop until all she had left was bile and spit. It had been a vain hope that Luna would finally get some sleep tonight and feel better in the morning. Clearly she wasn't going to sleep or get better.

"Fuck, where's the rash?" Eddie dragged his hand through his hair and leaned back against the sofa.

He knew Luna didn't have a rash this morning when he got her washed and dressed. The most she had was flushed skin and very dark red lips from the amount of coughing she had been doing lately. Depending on where the rash was would tell them how bad it was and if they had to go to the emergency room or not.

"Hang on," (Y/n) mumbled quietly as she pulled her phone back and clicked on the video call button. She turned the camera round and pointed it at Luna, propped up against her knees.

Eddie sat forward until he was on the edge of the sofa and he squinted, bringing the phone closer to he could try and examine his little girl. He was pleased when (Y/n) moved the camera up and down and moved Luna's onesie so he could see how it was spreading.

"Oh God… Buck, Buck come here." He waved his hand behind him, knowing his partner was somewhere in the kitchen trying to make a drink.

Moving her phone, (Y/n) held it tighter as she leaned back against the pillow and eased Luna down onto her chest when she began to cough again.

"Yeah babe wh- Jesus what happened?!" Both Evan's hands moved to grab Eddie's shoulders and he leaned down to look at Eddie's phone. His eyes narrowed as he moved his head near Eddie's shoulder until their cheeks were touching.

What had happened to their daughter?

She had an awful rash spreading across her face, all over her cheeks, down her neck and he could tell it had gone down to her chest too. And as a few seconds ticked by, Evan felt his chest tightening in panic. Luna wasn't breathing properly. She was taking awful, gasping breaths and every few seconds she would snuffle and grog and cough like her lungs were full of water and she was drowning.

"Eddie I don't know what to- shit!" (Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head back when Luna grogged into her neck and spat. She knew her little girl couldn't help it but it was still a horrible feeling and it wasn't good to know she was trying to be sick even with nothing left in her stomach.

Pushing forward, (Y/n) moved to stand up and cuddled Luna against her chest in her left arm while she held her phone up to look at the boys. When she glanced over her shoulder, she tried to smile at Chris who was half awake, watching her to see what was going on. He could hear both dads on the phone and it made him curious.

"She could have meningitis, we need to take her to the emergency room. Now."

Eddie's words made (Y/n)'s eyes water and she tipped her head back with a frown. She knew this was going to happen.

"Bobby, Bobby we need to go." Evan's hands gave Eddie's shoulders a tight squeeze before he turned and bolted to go downstairs and find their captain. They couldn't stay on shift. Their daughter wasn't well, they had to go home and be with her when she went to see the doctor.

"Y-you're leaving work?" (Y/n) rolled her lips together as she tried to stop the tears but she couldn't help it.

She shuddered when Luna's small arms locked around her neck and she began to wheeze. Her head tilted down and she tried to look down at Luna and rock her up and down to see if it helped but she was just taking in deep breaths and spluttering them back out again.

"Of course we are, mi amor. Get Chris up and ready, we won't be long I promise." Of course they were coming home. Bobby told everyone that family came first and if they had any emergencies that they should tell him and they could leave immediately. And he was more than understanding when it came to Evan and Eddie.

He understood that it wouldn't be fair for one of them to stay on shift and the other to go home during emergencies. If they had a family emergency, Bobby was fine with both men heading home.

"Eddie! Eddie s-she's not breathing properly!"

Eddie felt Evan's arm clench around his bicep the moment the pair of them rushed through the front door. They headed into the living room, scanning their eyes around as (Y/n) bolted over to them.

She had changed into one of Evan's lounge shirts and a pair of leggings and Chris was in his pyjamas with his shoes and coat on and his glasses. Although he was almost asleep in the armchair, curled up since it was half past eleven at night.

Both men almost stumbled back when (Y/n) bolted over to them and held their toddler out until Eddie took her.

Luna's breathing had become worse and worse but just before the boys pulled up, (Y/n) started crying when she realised her daughter was barely breathing at all. She was at the point of wheezing and gasping and right now her knees were pulled up to her tummy and her arms were coiled into her chest.

"Okay, shh baby girl, come here."

Eddie took Luna into his arms and sat down on the edge of the armchair next to Chris. He sat her down on his lap with one hand on her chest and the other flat out on her back. He rubbed his hand deeply up and down her back and tilted her forward so she was leaning down to try and ease her chest.

She wasn't choking but Eddie couldn't see why she wasn't breathing properly. She could be congested or she could have meningitis or some other illness that was clogging her chest and weighing down on her lungs.

He kept his hand up and down her back and jittered his knee up and down until Luna gave a croaky grumble and took a deep breath.

"Everyone in the car."

Evan reached down and scooped Chris up into his arms, letting him curl his legs around his torso and his chin perch on Evan's shoulder. He followed (Y/n) out the door with Eddie right behind him, Luna in his arms and her bag on his shoulder that (Y/n) had packed ready.

Moving over to the jeep, Evan carefully laid Chris out in the passenger seat and strapped him in, letting him curl up. He could have a power nap now and sleep while they got seen by a doctor. It wasn't fair to disrupt Chris like this but they didn't have any other choice. It was far too late to be ringing round family asking if they could wake up and look after Chris. And neither parent wanted to stay home while the other two went with Luna to hospital.

Chris would be calmer staying with his parents and watching over his sister.

Once Eddie strapped Luna in her car seat, he climbed in the front as (Y/n) shuffled into the middle seat in the back. Her head tilted to the left and she tried to smile when Evan wormed his way into the back with her.

"Christ." He muttered under his breath as he strapped his belt on and turned to the right, squashed up between (Y/n) and the door. He leaned on his side so his weight was on his right hip and his right arm spread out over (Y/n)'s shoulders. He moved his left arm out to rest his hand on Luna's chest and his lips pressed against (Y/n)'s head when she leaned her head back on his shoulder.

(Y/n) brushed her fingers across Luna's chest along with Evan and they watched her intently as she started to wheeze again. Her cheeks puffed out, her lips scrunched up and her hands batted around until Evan held her hand and started brushing his thumb across her fingers.

Each of them winced when a round of coughing flooded the car. Luna tilted forward in her car seat and began spluttering like her lungs were clogged and she could barely catch any air.

"Let it out baby," Evan tried to rub circles along her chest to see if a little pressure and motion would get her to take deeper breaths. But all she did was turn to crying and gasping instead.

Eddie pulled up in the closest space he could find and once he got out, he rounded the other side of the car and unbuckled Chris who was almost asleep. "Come here bud," He whispered, looping his son's arms around his neck so he could lift him up out the chair and settle him on his hip. Chris's head flopped onto his shoulder and his legs bound tight over Eddie's hips as he shut the door and waited for his partners to get out.

Moving over, (Y/n) stood beside Eddie and curled one hand around his upper arm while Evan got Luna out.

He settled her down on his chest with one hand on her back and the other around her legs, keeping her in the middle of his chest. Her head tucked into his chest just beneath his collar bone and she coughed into his shirt which she gripped tightly around the collar.

The emergency room was busy. It usually seemed busier on nights than it did during the day, but almost every seat was taken tonight and it made (Y/n) wince. How long were they going to have to sit and wait? How long could they wait with Luna coughing up a storm like this?

Reaching his arm out, Eddie curled his free hand around (Y/n)'s waist and guided her towards the last two free chairs near the toilets.

Eddie slowly sat down and wriggled Chris around until he was leant up on his chest, his head still on Eddie's shoulder and arms still bound around his neck. (Y/n) stood beside him and curled her hand around his shoulder, watching anxiously as Evan stood at reception and reeled off their details and what the problem was.

She felt Eddie's free arm trace around her hips and with a small tug, he pulled her down to sit on his lap with Chris on his other side. There was only one seat free next to Eddie and they left that for Evan as he walked over to them.

He took his seat next to Eddie and leaned Luna back into his chest as she began to cry.

"Shh, it's okay baby." Evan smoothed his hand up and down Luna's back and smothered his lips against the top of her head. He jittered his leg up and down to try and rock her a little to see if it would help. He didn't fancy pacing the length of the waiting room with people watching and being close by. Evan would rather stay seated here with his family.

Turning his head to the right, Eddie smiled softly when one of Luna's hands batted out and landed on his arm. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head and nuzzled his nose against her cheek to try and make her smile, but she didn't. Her wide eyes were still watering and she sniffed, curling her hand around his sleeve and when she coughed against his cheek, Eddie grimaced and pulled back.

"Thanks for that, baby girl." He leaned back as she snuggled further into Evan, but he didn't like the way she began wheezing.

Evan shifted her round so she was sat up on his knees with one hand on her chest and the other on her back. He tilted her forward and bounced his knees up and down to try and get her breathing properly but she continued to wheeze and croak until everyone was looking at them with worry.

"Luna Buckley-Diaz?"

(Y/n) looked across at the boys in surprise. They had barely been waiting five minutes. They must have seen how poorly Luna was to get her pushed through first, and given that she wasn't even two years old yet went in their favour too. She was a high priority, clearly.

They all got up and followed the doctor into the assessment unit and into a small cubicle on the right.

She sat down at her desk while Evan sat down in the chair opposite and settled Luna on his lap again. Eddie sat down beside him, juggling Chris on his lap while (Y/n) stood at his side and leaned into him. She ran her fingers through the back of Eddie's hair, trying to calm herself down as her eyes focused on Luna.

"I'm doctor Allen… who's the father?" Her eyes darted between the three of them with furrowed brows and intrigue in her eyes. She hadn't expected three people to follow her into her office. And they didn't usually get whole families bringing children down to the emergency room.

"We both are." The stern tone to Eddie's voice made (Y/n) grip his shoulder. He wasn't trying to be rude but Eddie wasn't in the mood to run her through their private life. Their daughter was ill and she needed assessing, it didn't matter who was here at the hospital with her. They didn't need an argument in the hospital. They had done enough of that when (Y/n) was pregnant.

"Okay. Run me through what's happened." She snapped on a pair of gloves and moved her chair closer to be in front of them so she could look over at Luna.

"She's had an infection for over a week… we got some antibiotics yesterday but they're not helping." When (Y/n) took Luna to the doctors last week she had taken Chris too just to they could make sure he was alright and that he wasn't going to develop the same infection.

They told her to carry on with Calpol and see how Luna faired, but when she only got worse they gave antibiotics yesterday. Luna only seemed to be progressing worse instead of improving.

"The rash came on tonight and she isn't breathing properly. She's being sick too." Eddie kept his left arm around Chris who was half awake with his eyes closed and his face tucked into Eddie's neck. He reached his right hand out towards his little girl and let Luna take his hand to focus on.

She coughed onto his fingers and pulled his hand close, squeezing tight. When she started to cry and lean back and forth as she gasped, Eddie brushed his finger beneath her chin to try and calm her down.

"Let's take a look at her." She smiled down at Luna and took her temperature before she tried to listen to her lungs which they all knew were crackling from the way she was coughing and struggling to breathe.

When she tried to look into Luna's mouth, the toddler whined and pushed back into Evan, tugging on Eddie's hand that she pressed against her mouth as if to try and hide away.

"Sh, come on be a good girl." Evan mumbled softly into her thin hair while Eddie lowered his hand so she couldn't hide behind it.

"What antibiotics was she prescribed?"

(Y/n) rummaged around in her bag and handed the small bottle over. Eddie had checked it before they first gave it to Luna to make sure it was okay for her as she was really young to be having antibiotics. But it was a small dose and it less percentage, and in liquid form for her to take.

"I'd say she's having a reaction to them, I'd like to give her a steroid injection to see if it helps her breathe any better."

Leaning down, (Y/n) knelt on the floor beside Eddie's leg so she could try and capture Luna's attention. While Eddie pulled his hand out to stretch Luna's arms out near his lap. They needed her attention diverted so the doctor could inject her swiftly without much of a fuss.

Evan rolled down the sleeve of her onesie and took the cotton swab and dabbed it across her arm. He tightened his arms around her and pressed his lips to the back of her head while (Y/n) grinned and held out a teddy and Eddie kept messing with her hands and rubbing his thumb across her fingers to keep her occupied.

Evan cringed the moment the needle punctured into Luna's upper right arm. Her little face contorted from huffed breaths into a tight frown and her lips curved right down towards her chin as she cried out. A long, drawn out whine burst past her lips before she tugged on Eddie's hand and started to gasp.

Spit rolled down her chin and tears flushed her face as she kept taking in very short, laboured breaths to try and cry but the noise came out croaky and muffled like a broken record.

"Such a good girl. I'll find an inhaler and a spacer, I'd like to get some steroids into her lungs as she's really not breathing well."

Doctor Allen stepped out to go and find what she needed and when (Y/n) looked up at Eddie, her face softened when she realised Chris was starting to wake up. He shuffled down towards her mumbling "Mum," and climbed onto her lap with his back against her chest so he could look up at both dads and his little sister.

When another croaky sound burst past Luna's lips, she leaned forward and pulled on Eddie's hand until he took the hint.

"Alright baby, come to daddy." He stood her up on his thighs and stared up at her while Evan ran his hand up and down her back.

Her arms looped around Eddie's neck and she pushed forward onto his chest, bending her knees into his abdomen as she snuffled and leaned her cheek on his shoulder so she was facing Evan. She stopped screaming when Eddie kissed her shoulder and swayed her from side to side while Evan kissed her cheek.

"Here we go, do you know how it works?"

"Yeah," Evan took the yellow spacer with flowers stuck all over the clear middle tube and he held the purple inhaler he was handed over.

Once the inhaler was clipped on the end, Evan leaned back and turned to face Luna. She was settled on Eddie's chest and moving her wouldn't be a great idea right now when they could try and do this with her being comfy with Eddie.

Evan pretended to press the spacer against his nose to get Luna's attention and when she reached out for it, he leaned away and held it out of her reach. "Oh no, little moon. This is mine." He pretended to breathe into it again and when Luna made a grabby hand, he turned it around.

As quick as anything, Evan pressed the inhaler down and held the mask over Luna's mouth and nose. She tried to squirm away but Eddie pressed his cheek against her head and held her in place, humming against her hair. She wriggled, dug her tiny fingers into his shoulders and started to cry, but it made her breathe in the steroids.

"Aren't you a good girl, hm? That's our little lady." Eddie smoothed his hand in circles across her back and shuffled to the edge of his seat so the doctor could look at her again.

His lips smothered the side of her head and he hushed her as she cried out when the thermometer pressed into her ear and made her jump.

"Temperature is high… but she's breathing a bit better now. I'd like to admit her into the children's unit, so we can monitor her on some new antibiotics and get her fever down. If you'd hold her now so I can take some blood samples, we can get her admitted right away and once she's stable, you can all go back home."

(Y/n) held Chris's sides when he stood up and took the rabbit teddy from (Y/n)'s bag on the floor. He held the teddy out towards his little sister when Eddie sat her on his lap. He kept her focus on the teddy in his hand and moved it around to keep her eyes glued to it while Eddie held her chest and her back. And Evan held her right arm out towards the doctor.

A horrible, croaky whine burst past her lips when the needle slipped into the crease of her elbow and she tilted her head back to look up at both dads. Her glare and the way her lips crinkled was a dirty look as if her dads had just betrayed her and it made Evan wince.

When Eddie noticed the frown on Evan's face, he smiled softly and leaned over to peck his cheek. The moment their girl was born, she had them both wrapped around her little finger, even more so when she was ill.

"All done," Chris spoke tiredly and held the teddy out to Luna once the needle was removed and a tiny beige plaster was stuck to her arm.

He turned around and looped his arms around (Y/n)'s neck and she stood up and let him cling to her front until she picked him up. He was getting heavy to be carrying around, but (Y/n) didn't mind. He was her little boy now and they had kept him up past midnight for an emergency trip. The least (Y/n) could do was carry her boy and let him try and get back to sleep.

"Make your way to the children's unit on the second floor, they'll be expecting you."

"Thank you."

Evan hooked (Y/n)'s bag over his shoulder and curved an arm around her waist, keeping her tucked into his side as he smiled softly down at Chris who was looking up at him with half lidded eyes.

"You okay buddy?" Evan lifted his arm up from (Y/n)'s waist to wrap it around her shoulders instead so his hand could rest on Chris's back. He pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)'s head and kept her in front of him while Eddie walked at his side with their daughter whimpering into his chest.

"Yeah. Luna was brave."

"Oh, she's a brave girl." Eddie murmured as he they headed towards the stairs to go up to the second floor.

He was more than relieved that Bobby had been so quick to let them leave shift and come home to get their family. Neither Eddie or Evan would have wanted (Y/n) to bring the kids down here on her own and juggle all of this and then have to stay in the hospital through the night with the kids.

They both wanted to be here with (Y/n) and the kids and make sure they were all alright.

And the night was far from over.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

more sassy/flirty matt, possibly college era/study setting ?

//as someone dealing with college right now.... absolutely, i love college era matt. he's my one and only.

You have been studying for twelve hours.

You started your studying around one in the afternoon, and kept working on various assignments until around four, and then you locked in for your hardest class of the semester, American Judiciary Systems. It was just an intense amount of memorization, and you were going crazy.

When you started working, you were doing a good job; You made sure to keep drinking water, you were taking breaks! But somewhere along the way you started to slip on those habits. Maybe it happened after grabbing dinner with your boyfriend and his roommate, but before you got too comfortable on their dorm room floor.

And Matt was mad at you for it.

Okay, mad is a strong word.

But he's frustrated that you won't take care of yourself. He's a hypocrite for it, but he is. So, around one thirty in the morning, he pulls the textbook you're taking notes from out from beneath your heavy arms.

"Hey!" You whine, and Foggy, studying for the same midterm, picks his head up, and in his desirously tired state, tilts his head in confusion.

"You need to sleep." Matt tells you, and you scoff, before reaching for the book. Matt easily pulls it out of your way.

"That's easy for you to say! You took the midterm this morning and probably did amazing!"

"No, I took the midterm yesterday. And you both need to sleep, because if you don't, you'll fail the midterm anyways."

You roll your eyes and reach to your left to grab an unopened energy drink. Matt is quicker than you and snatches it away. In your sleep deprived state, you don't question how a blind man knew where the drink was.

"And no more energy drinks!" he demands. "It'll cause you to crash eventually. Then you'll sleep right through your alarm, and again, fail the midterm anyways." He reminds.

He would never let you or Foggy sleep through your alarm and miss the test, but right now his quest is to get you to sleep.

"Fine, no more energy drinks, but Matt, seriously, I need to--"

"You need to sleep!"

"Ugh!" You groan. You'd be embarrassed of yourself if you weren't so tired. Then, your head tilts back a bit and a yawn escapes your list.

"See! You yawned! Come on, sweetheart, let's go to bed." He demands. You shake your head.

"Can't." You yawn again. "Professor Aelwyn will have my ass." You hum. Matt moves around you and sits behind you, so your back is against his chest. His hands rub up and down your arms as he begins to speak,

"I'll wake you up early enough to grab breakfast, and then I'll help you guys do your last-minute cramming. But I'm serious, I'm worried you'll push yourself over the edge." Then, Matthew plays dirty. "Come on, baby," He begins to kiss your shoulders, and then your neck. "Come to bed."

"You two are gross." Foggy declares as he stands up, stretching out. He takes one last glance over his notes and then begins to clean up. "But unfortunately, dude is right. There's nothing we're gonna learn in the next half hour before we fall asleep that we can't learn tomorrow."

"My point exactly!" Matt hums. You sigh deeply, your hands coming up to your face and rubbing your eyes. Bed does sound nice... And Matt is always super warm.

"Fine." You grumble, leaning forward to clean up your notes. Then, Matt gets up and holds his hands out for you, and you take them, before he pulls you up off his floor. You groan at the pain from sitting on that damned floor and he sighs.

"I know, baby." He hums, and then leads you over to his bed. You hear Foggy's snores from behind you but you just barely manage to change into pajamas.

Then, you crawl into bed, cuddling up to Matt. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck, legs laid over his. Then, you sit up to double check that you've set three alarms, and that Matt's is also set.

He pushes your head back so that your face is against his neck again.

"Get some sleep, sweetheart."

"G'night, Matty."

He presses a kiss to your head, knowing you already have this text in the bag. He only falls asleep when he hears your breathing study and your heartbeat slow. His fingers gently comb through your hair, and as he drifts off, you begin to dream of running away from College, New York and everything else with your boyfriend, the first person who has ever truly loved you without any familial or platonic obligation.

You won't. You'll pass the midterm with him, pass all your finals, graduate and pass the bar together.

But it's nice to dream about for a moment. Luckily for you, Matt always makes reality just as lovely as your dreams.

[eowynstwin]

Hi everyone. It's been a while—exactly a month since I last posted to this blog. How have you been?

A month isn't really all that long, but it's enough time to be able to look at everything that happened and understand it better. In the end, the whole situation (I've been calling it The Fuckening in my head) really didn't have anything to do with me. I was unlucky enough to run across someone willing to hurt anyone they could for attention, but also lucky enough that everyone who mattered to me in this fandom went to bat for me.

So I’ve decided to come back to this blog. I'll be posting about call of duty again as well as posting my writing. I also plan to blog about other fandoms (I’d already been doing it anyway); I've been getting back into rdr2, for example, and there's some writing I'd like to do for that.

There’s more context which I’ll put below the cut, but that’s the most important part of what I have to say; I often regret how long winded I can be, so the rest is just self indulgence if you can forgive it. I’ve thought a lot about this choice and I’m satisfied with my decision. I hope none of you will mind.

So, lol, things were not great outside of fandom stuff when it all kicked off, though I didn’t mention it publicly because we all know by now that asking for any sympathy when you’re the target of a mob is more likely to just get you raked over the coals harder. I’m still not entirely sure about talking about all of this, but I have a bad tendency to clam up when I really should be asking for support. So:

I mentioned briefly before the accusations started flying that I was dealing with bedbugs—turns out it was actually something else, but leading up to a doctor’s visit I was convinced I had an infestation, and I was stripping my bed every day to look for them. I had alarms set to wake me up twice a night to see if I could catch them, so I was not sleeping all that well. I couldn’t find anything, but I had no other explanation, and it was driving me fucking crazy. Post doctor visit it turns out I had a viral infection. No idea where I caught it, and nothing to do but wait it out. I had a massive, gnarly looking rash all over my body, and to add insult to injury I developed a fever that took me out for a whole weekend. (I’m recovered now but I have a nifty new scar on my hip from getting a biopsy.)

Next to that, I was having some PTSD flareups of my own. This was (mostly) unrelated to The Fuckening. Now, I understand that that might be hard to believe, given “Myka’s” claims, and I can’t make you believe me. Nor will I provide details to convince you, other than to say there were some things going on in my neighborhood that recalled a period of time in my life that was extremely unstable, and I found myself irrationally terrified to go home every day. For those of you who don’t experience the symptoms of PTSD, I think it’s appropriate to note that it isn’t just emotional turmoil; I, personally, experience physical pain in my entire body that lingers for hours, days, or even weeks after being triggered. (Everything regarding this, too, is fine now. I have a great therapist and a supportive family.)

All of this to say, I wasn’t exactly thinking rationally when I decided to leave this blog and fandom. And I regretted the decision almost instantly.

However, I didn’t want to let grief make any decisions for me, and also I was still VERY scared Myka was going to hunt down my personal information and either dox or harass me elsewhere. I think this fear was justified; it has happened to other writers in this fandom before.* So I decided to take some time to cool off and watch the situation develop without me.

I don’t think I need to get into the details—although if you’re interested in them, @fulltacs has been keeping track of the drama. Given the most recent development with the four obviously sock puppet blogs that popped up and immediately began stirring shit up again, I realized Myka probably would have done what she did with or without me. I just so happened to give her the ammunition she needed to do something REALLY big. It was pure bad luck.

(Also—and I’m sorry if this is just stirring the pot, but after everything they did to me I feel I deserve to make the accusation—I’ve suspected for a while that the two loudest blogs leading the witch hunt against me were far more involved in this farce than anyone has assumed. I have no proof and I do not want anyone to do anything about it on my behalf, leave them the fuck alone. But I will not forget the distress they caused me for a long fucking time, and the only way for me to let this go is to say my piece. So there. Done. Let that be the end of it.)

Having this hindsight, I feel comfortable coming back. I’m still very touched by everyone’s support, which in the end was louder than the harassment. I also think it’s important for people who care about fighting racism in any community not to run at the first sign of trouble, which I did, and I feel pretty sorry for.

That’s the gist of things. If you’ve read all of this, thank you for doing so!

*I was going to add a paragraph about halfmoth-halfman’s situation but decided against it. For one thing, she wants to be left alone, and for another, talking about the experiences of fans of color, particularly black fans, deserves its own post separate from my white experience, if I should even post about it at all.

[bellysoupset]

Sick Max + Caretaker Vince - Part 2

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Wendy was a Tylenol and a cup of chamomile tea into sleep when her phone started ringing, from across the room.

It was the age old technique of leaving her phone out of reach so she'd be forced to get up to turn off the alarm and not risk falling back asleep in the process. Normally she was such a heavy sleeper than even this didn't stop her from sleeping past at least two alarms.

So it was much to her annoyance when she pushed her sleeping mask off and it wasn't 8 AM as it should be, but instead dark out. For a second Wendy considered not getting up, however the ringing was insistent and she was too curious to just go back to sleep.

P.Magnt - flashed across the screen, over a picture of Vince all sweaty, cheeks ablaze and curls a mess, in his football uniform. Wendy's heart plummeted to her stomach.

"Vin? What's wrong? It's the middle of the night-"

"Hey, hey, hey-" His voice was steady and soothing and Wendy let out a sigh, settling back against the pillows, still upright, but not as straight, "easy, honey. I'm fine."

"Uhm," she yawned, "the why are you calling me at-" Wendy squinted at her too bright screen, "two forty five AM?"

"I'm really sorry to wake you up, Wen," Vince sounded tired, but not sleepy in the least, "I just need your expertise for a minute, because Google is telling me fuck-all."

"...What is it?" Wendy yawned, sliding down on the bed and pulling sleeping mask down once more.

She heard shuffling around, then Vince cursing and faintly, far in the background, the noise of someone coughing, "when should I be worried about dehydration if someone is throwing up non stop...?"

"God," she groaned, "please don't say you're sick, Vin-"

"No! No, not me, I'm fine," he hurried to soothe her, "Daniels, my coworker."

"Oh, I know who Daniels is," Wendy couldn't help but tease him, "how long he's been sick for?"

"I don't know, uhm- Since around ten... I think ten, yeah."

She tried to do the count, landed in a vague four hours and left it at that, "he's got diarrhea as well?"

"Nope, don't think so. Not on my watch, at least."

Wendy smiled, wrinkling her nose. In another life, he should've been a health professional, "he's dizzy? Lost consciousness?"

"Dizzy, yeah, but very conscious. Pain in my ass," Vince's voice got louder, clearly meaning for the other guy to hear it. In the background, Wendy heard a door opening and a loud groan, "we got a medic at the resort, but he doesn't want me to take him there."

"It's embarrassing," Wendy heard Max say, voice all husky, "humiliating."

"So is dying during the kid's field trip," Vince pointed out, but Wendy interrupted before he decided to elaborate in the bickering.

"Vin, I think he's out of trouble. Give him an hour before trying liquids again, then try ice chips every other 15 minutes, and only after you empty two cups he's allowed to have sips of water. Just sips!"

"Yes, ma'am," Vince answered cheekily, voice thickening up with a yawn, "alright, so I don't have to worry he's dying? It's been non-stop."

"Not unless he starts losing consciousness or you notice a very dry mouth, if he still has liquid to bring up its generally a good sign," Wendy turned on her side, snuggling up her phone, "take him-" she yawned, "take him to the med bay if the puking doesn't taper off in 4 hours."

"Alright," Vince let out a sigh, "thank you, honey. And I'm sorry for waking you up-"

"No," Wendy smiled, "it was nice hearing your voice, I was sad you didn't call before bed. Now I know why."

"Yeah, sorry, it's been a mess," Vince sounded wounded, "I'll call you tomorrow, I promise."

"You better," Wendy yawned once more, "I'm going back to sleep, text me in the morning about your patient, nurse Monacelli. Love you."

"Love you too and thank you again," she heard a noise like Vince sending her a kiss and Wendy grinned to herself, letting her phone fall between her pillows, not bothering to hang up.

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Max was curled up on his side, shivering non stop and Vince didn't like it one bit. The puking he could handle, the fever...

"Hey, let's try the ice chips," Vince crouched down, sitting on the side of his coworker's bed and the blonde simply curled up more at the jostling of the bed.

"Won't stay down," he croaked, causing Vin to roll his eyes.

"Nothing to stay down," he pointed out how small the ice chips were, holding a spoonful up to Max' cracked lips, "c'mon, man, otherwise I'll have no choice but take you to the med bay here."

"Noo-URGHP-" his whine morphed into a burp and Max scrambled to sit up, but he was long empty and didn't bring anything up despite the heaving. He let out a groan, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead, "my head is killing me."

"Because you need to drink something," Vince pushed the spoon closer to the other man's mouth and he fully expected Max to slap his hand away, but instead the blonde opened his mouth obediently and took the ice.

His grimace melted away at the sensation of the cold melting ice and he took in another spoonful, letting out a unsatisfied noise when Vince put the paper cup away.

"Sorry, we'll try in fifteen minutes," Vince winced in sympathy and Max nodded, falling back against the pillows and curling up, wrapping both arms around his stomach.

It was unnerving to see the guy so down for the count, it made Vince want to shake him like a rattle toy. Instead, he fixed the room, washing the trashbin in the bathroom and setting it back down next to Max's head, covering the guy with a thin blanket and finally falling into bed.

It was around 5 AM when Vince woke up with stirring. He was an incredibly light sleeper, so this wasn't surprising. For a minute he just lied there, trying to figure out what was happening, only to hear a choked up sob and the noise of liquid hitting plastic.

"Aw, man," Vince yawned, stumbling out of his bed and crossing the dark room, "there's no way you got anything to bring up..."

Max hiccupped, then let out a pitiful moan, "kill me, Vince."

"In Canada? I'll get in too much trouble for it to be worth it," Vince teased, planting a hand on the man's trembling back. Sleepy as he was, he couldn't hold back from how touchy he was.

Max let out a little shaky chuckle, moving on the bed in order to muffle a sick burp against the pillow, "my eyes hurt..." he mumbled, sounding more than a little drowsy.

"Hold on," Vince yawned, walking to the bathroom. He grabbed the little hand towel, then folded it in half and ran it under the water tap, before returning to the room. It wasn't as dark anymore, the sun just starting to appear in the cloudy horizon, bathing the room in dark grey color.

He crouched next to bed, wrinkling nose as he got a clearer view of the bin, with only some cloudy water sitting inside of it, "c'mere-" Vince instructed softly, grabbing the blonde's bicep and forcing him to uncurl, so he facing up instead of having his face buried in the pillow, then he planted the humid washcloth over the man's forehead and eyes.

The effect was immediate, Max's whole body melted against the mattress, tension leaving him, "whoa... Thanks..."

"No problem," Vince shrugged, grabbing the bin, "try to sleep."

Daniels nodded and Vince went back to the bathroom to clean out the bin. Once he was back, Max was snoring softly, seemingly not in pain, his face slack.

Vince yawned in his fist, stumbling back to bed and rolling on his side, hoping to get a couple more hours to sleep before their alarm went off at 8 AM.

As soon as he was up once again, he was checking on his co-worker-rival-friend. Max was curled up, the washcloth had fallen from his forehead, but the head had diminished considerably, to the point Vince let out a relieved sigh.

The blonde stirred slightly with the touch, frowning and opening his eyes, "what...?"

"Nothing," Vince shook his head, "just checking your fever, go back to sleep."

"Uhm-" his eyes slipped close once more, but he frowned, "what time is it? Do I have to get up? The stude-"

"I got them," Vince ruffled Max's hair without thinking, then pulled back his hand, cringing to himself. Thankfully Daniels was too out of it to think about the gesture.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, get some rest." Vince stepped away from the bed, but not before he heard Max's little:

"Thank you, Vin..."

[thesharkiestshark777]

Hello Tokyo Debunker fandom, this is my first fanfic ever, please don't crucify me. I don't know what possessed me to write this.

Yuri Isami x Reader

TW: Mentions of blood, descriptions of pain, mentions of surgery

A shooting pain ripped through my body, waking me from my sleep. It radiated from my lower torso, like a white hot flame searing my organs. Obviously something was very wrong. With one arm wrapped around my waist to try and stifle the pain in some way, I fumbled through the dark to find my phone. Emergency calls didn't exist at Darkwick, or if they did, no one ever told me the phone number to call for it. My thumb quivered as I tapped at the contact for the only doctor who I knew would probably be awake right now. The phone rang 11 times before sending me to voicemail. I let out a sob as I clicked call again.

After four rings, the call went through.

"Do you know what time it is? This had better be important-" Yuri sounded pissed, but sleep hung thick on his words.

"It hurts. Help me please." Talking didn't hurt per say, but with the waves of agony rippling through my body, it was hard to say much else.

There was silence on the other end. And then, "I'll be there soon. What hurts?" His voice was calm, professional even.

"M-my stomach. Or next to it. That area."

"... Alright. I shouldn't be long." The phone beeped as the call ended. I pressed my hands into the area to see if the pressure would alleviate the pain, but all it did was make it so much worse. I writhed for what felt like hours in a dazed state from the pain. I could barely register my bedroom door opening, lights flickering on, followed by rushed footsteps to my bedside.

I felt a hand press against my forehead, before I heard, "Point to where it hurts."

I pointed just below my navel, my hand shaking as I moved it.

"I'm going to lift your shirt." Yuri warned me, before I could feel a slight chill on my lower abdomen. I could feel his fingers prodding where I mentioned, and my whole body shook from the pain that accompanied. I whimpered and let a few tears slip out. I cracked my eyes open, and was met with the sight of Dr. Yuri Isami, hair tussled, wearing what must be his pyjamas.

"I'm pretty sure your appendix ruptured. I'm going to take you over to the lab to preform surgery. Hold still." He spoke firmly. I could feel one of his arms curl under my legs, his other one supporting my back. I could feel his arms slightly shaking from the weight, but he held firm and didn't drop me. I rested my head against his bicep, clutching my stomach. Yuri walked quickly out of my room, trying his best to maneuver around while holding me.

"Jiro wasn't picking up his phone, and he wasn't in the lab. I'd usually have him carry you, but this seemed urgent." The night air of Darkwick bit at my skin, but it was ignored in favor of the heat flashes I was feeling. I barely registered us walking into Mortkranken, all I felt was me being placed down on a surgical table. Yuri quickly connected me to an iv, before telling me, "You'll be out in a second. I'm preforming surgery." He had me count down from 10, and I barely hit 6 before everything went dark.

I woke up what felt like seconds later, my torso sore, but nowhere near as painful as earlier. I was still on the surgical table, but I had a thin blanket thrown over me. Above me was a lamp, but it was off. I turned my head to the side and saw Yuri sitting in a chair, his arms resting on his knees, his head pointed at the floor. His white and blue striped pyjamas were covered in blood, and his hair looked even more disheveled than when he had first entered my room.

"Im assuming it went well?" I asked him, grabbing his attention. His head snapped up to look at me, before he sat up straight and put on his usual cocky grin.

"Of course it did, I was your doctor." I could practically see his ego. "That is the first time I've ever preformed surgery alone, though. I will have to have a talk with Jiro later about keeping his phone on him." He looked irked.

"Thanks for picking up the phone. Sorry about waking you up." I said, not actually feeling sorry, but also not really knowing what to say. "You had a good enough reason to call me, just don't make a habit of calling me at three in the morning." He stood up from his chair and walked over toward me. "I had to do an open surgery instead of the less invasive one, so recovery will take a while. You should feel better in about six weeks." Yuri picked up a bottle off of the desk a few feet away from the surgical table, "You'll need to take antibiotics to make sure that you don't get an infection." He handed me the bottle. "If you get a fever or if the surgical site feels hot to the touch, come back immediately." Yuri handed me a shirt. "I had to cut the one you were wearing off. I went back and grabbed this while you were unconscious." He averted his eyes and said, "I can bring you to the recovery wing, you should be able to leave in the next day or two." Yuri helped me get off of the surgery table, and we made out way to the recovery wing.

"You know, this is the nicest you've ever been to me." I spoke. Yuri glared at me.

"I have no idea what you mean by that." His voice was as sharp as his gaze.

"I just thought you'd give me more shit for waking you up in the middle of the night." I shrugged.

"It's not your fault that your appendix burst. I'm usually awake at this time anyway." Yuri helped my lie down on the bed in the recovery wing, before he stood up straight and crossed his arms.

"I'll check in on you in the morning. Get some rest." He turned on his heel.

"Hey, Yuri. Thank you. Seriously." He didn't turn around, but I could see the tips of his ears flush. "I'm a doctor, it's my job. But... you're welcome." And he left the wing.

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #16

A/N: Ya girl is running behind, but still trucking! ✌️

part 1

xxx i can't feel anything

"Dickie!" Jason says, a dopey grin splitting his features. "Heyyy."

Dick smiles back. It's the kind of tired, fake smile that Jason sees through every time – when he's not drugged up to his eyeballs, anyway. Dick's physically exhausted; being up for over thirty hours straight will have that effect on most people.But it's not just that. Mentally, emotionally, he feels flayed, like he's a walking bundle of exposed nerves. Babs has been trying to coax him into going home for a shower and some sleep, but he can't bring himself to leave Jason's side.

They don't understand. They can't. He knows they're trying to, and he appreciates the effort, but the fact is they weren't there. Anything he says to them to try and explain won't come close to capturing how harrowing the experience had been. In the collapsed building, and then in the ambulance ride and ER after, as they struggled to keep Jason stable.

"How are you feeling?" he says, forcing himself back into the present. Pushing down thoughts of last night is getting harder to do as he grows increasingly fatigued. "Any pain in your arm?"

"Pain?" Jason says, squinting. "In my arm? No, I – I can't feel anything." He frowns. "They didn't take my arm, did they?"

"Nope, they didn't. Your arm is still there," Dick assures him. He points to Jason's left arm. "It's in that cast, see?"

Jason looks down and his eyes widen comically. "Whoa." His gaze shifts back to Dick. "Will you sign it?"

"Later," Dick says.

"There," Jason says, gesturing at the cast.

"Careful, Jaybird. You don't wanna pull your IV."

"You can sign it right there," Jason continues, ignoring him. "D-I-C-K." A mischievous look crosses his features. "Or you could just draw a dick."

Dick laughs. It's the first genuine smile he's had since he learned that Jason was in the building when the explosion happened.

"You'd better watch it, dude," he says as the post-op nurse snorts.

Jason hums. "You love me."

"Mm-hmm."

A shadow falls across Jason's face, and he looks like he might burst into tears. "Bruce doesn't love me."

Dick's heart clenches. "Of course he does."

"He hates me," Jason says quietly.

"Don't say that." Dick lays a hand on Jason's knee. "Bruce does not hate you."

"He does," Jason says, and lets out a wet sob. Dick looks up at the nurse, who's moved forward to put a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"It's normal to feel a bit emotional after the anesthesia," he says, and Dick knows he's saying it for his benefit as well as Jason's. "That's okay. You're okay, buddy."

"How long will it take before it wears off?" Dick asks, and the nurse shoots him a small, sympathetic smile.

"This part of it usually lasts an hour or so, but it'll be about twenty-four hours for all of it to be flushed from his system completely."

"And he won't remember any of this?"

"It's highly unlikely, unless you want to get your phone out."

Dick absolutely doesn't.

xxx

Jason falls asleep pretty quickly after he's settled back in his room. Dick texts the group chat.

Surgery went well. Jay's resting in his room now

There's a small knock on the door and Haley, one of the nurses that's been in and out a lot over the last day and a half, pokes her head in.

"Sorry to disturb you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's a gentleman here to see you."

Dick frowns. "To see me?"

She nods.

"Huh." He looks over at Jason, and something like grief pangs in his chest. Jay looks younger when he's asleep like this, more his age. If not for the white in his hair and the scars, he could pass for a regular nineteen year old.

"He'll be okay without you for a few minutes," Haley says gently. "I'll make sure he knows where you are if he wakes up."

Dick sighs and, a little reluctantly, stands. "Thank you," he says.

She smiles, and there's a ruefulness to it as she pats his arm. "You're a good brother."

Another sharp pain through the center of his chest, and this time it persists as he follows the nurse through the halls.

"Just in here," she says, opening the door to a quiet room.

His stomach drops.

Bruce.

xxx to be continued...

[lafiametta]

Anora prompt: Sunday

A little post-film hurt/comfort, as a treat! :)

He wakes up to the sound of his phone going off and blinks his eyes open just enough to see who could be calling him at nearly two in the morning.

“Hey,” he says, his voice thick with sleep.

“Hi,” she replies, and in the brief pause he can hear the faint sounds of a scratchy intercom and a baby crying. “So I know it’s late, and you’re probably sleeping, but can you come pick me up?”

“Where are you?”

“The emergency room. I’m still in the city.”

Igor doesn’t respond immediately, his mind still not fully awake, compounded by the spike of low-grade panic about what might have happened to her.

“It’s just...” she continues. “It turns out I’ve got a concussion and they won’t let me leave on my own. And my sister’s not answering. She must be at her boyfriend’s or something.”

A concussion? Wasn't she at work? What the hell happened? He doesn’t ask these questions, though, because he knows that waiting for answers will mean more time before he can get in the car.

“No problem. It will be maybe forty five minutes. I'll try to hurry.”

In the darkness of his room he throws on some pants and a hoodie, shoving his feet into sneakers, then grabs the car keys from the drawer in the kitchen, and leaves the apartment quietly so he doesn’t wake up his grandmother. The roads are fairly empty this late at night so he makes good time through Brooklyn. The tunnel spits him out downtown and from there it’s a straight shot north to the location she shared with him.

After wandering around the building for a few minutes, he finally finds her, sitting near the door in one of the waiting rooms.

His breath stills a little when he sees her. She hadn’t mentioned any other injuries besides the concussion, but as she stands up he can see that her arm is wrapped in a sling and there’s some scrapes and bruising along one of her cheekbones.

“Are you okay?” he asks, as he quickly glances over the rest of her to check that there’s nothing else.

“Yeah,” she says, but her eyes look weary, like she can’t wait to close them. “I’ll live.”

There are a thousand questions he still has, but they can wait. Right now he needs to make sure she gets taken care of.

“Are you ready to go?” he asks. “Do you need to do anything else?”

“I’m good. Just let me wave to little miss control freak over there” —she turns and with her unencumbered arm catches the attention of one of the nurses behind the desk, then points to him as if offering up proof of his existence— “and we can get the fuck out of here.”

They stop at a twenty-four-hour pharmacy on the way back so she can pick up the prescriptions for pain medicine they’ve given her. Along with the prescriptions she buys an energy drink and a gallon of milk.

In the car she finally tells him what happened, but only in the broadest possible strokes. There was a client, a guy she had never seen at the club before, and he was fine at first, but then he kept drinking and started getting possessive and angry. He grabbed her—grabbed you where? Igor thinks, his hands tightening with fury around the steering wheel—and when she pulled away he smacked her on the side of the face.

“Asshole. I fuckin’ got him back, though,” she says, and Igor has no doubt that she did. “That’s when he knocked me down and I hit my head. Sprained my arm too when I fell.”

And where the hell was your security? he thinks. Where were all your bouncers? Just looking at their phones and not paying any attention to what was happening? Cyka blyat! he wants to yell, but instead he breathes out and focuses on driving the car.

He’s never had a problem with her job, even though he knows that a lot of men would. Is taking your clothes off and dancing for money any more shameful than beating people up for money, as he’s sometimes asked to do, or having to clean rich people’s toilets or scrub their floors? It’s just a job, like any other—and it’s one he knows she’s very good at. He doesn’t like the danger that it puts her in, though: the risk that some mudak—like the one tonight—is going to walk in the door and think because he gives her money he has the right to do whatever he wants to her.

“So what happened? Did you call police?” At least if they arrested the guy he can’t try to come back.

She shakes her head. “He ran. Turned out the credit card he was using was fuckin’ stolen.”

“How did you get to the hospital?”

“Jimmy called me an Uber.” Her voice is tired and she looks just as spent, curled up in the seat with her legs tucked under, the side of her head leaning against the headrest. “Thanks for coming. And for picking up when I called. You didn’t have to.”

Igor nods, warmed by her gratitude. “I am glad you called me.”

“You were fuckin’ asleep though, weren't you?” She’s smiling a little, even as her eyes are half-closed. “I made you drag your ass out of bed?”

“Yes, I was sleeping,” he says. “I have to take my grandmother to church tomorrow morning. Or this morning.” He looks at the clock on the dashboard; by the time he drives her home and gets back, he might be able to get in a few more hours of sleep before he has to get up again. “But it’s okay.”

He parks the car in front of her house and then helps her inside. He’s never gone inside before and he’s pleased by how neat and normal it all is, houseplants in the windowsills and little throw pillows on the couch. There’s no reason to be surprised—why shouldn’t it look normal?—but it makes her seem softer somehow, a little more real. Everything’s dark and quiet, with only the hiss of the radiator, so her sister must still be gone.

He grabs her a glass of water for the pills while she changes clothes, her jeans and boots exchanged for sweatpants and fuzzy socks.

She’s sitting on her bed when he brings it to her and for a moment he's distracted by the floor-to-ceiling pole a few feet away. It must be for practice, he realizes, and then does his best to dispel the mental image he’s conjured as quickly as he can.

“They said somebody should stay with me,” she says, more quietly than he’s used to hearing her, “to make sure I’m okay.”

“Okay,” he says. He can’t stay for long—he needs to get a little sleep before church—but her sister will be back eventually and then he’ll go.

She lies down, carefully arranging herself so that her injured arm drapes over her side. There’s some space next to her on the bed—space she’s left for him, he suddenly realizes.

“Stay,” she says, and he can’t tell if it’s a question or a command. It doesn’t really matter, because he’s quickly shoving off his shoes and laying down next to her, his body curling instinctively around hers. Her dark hair smells like citrus and cigarettes and it’s all he can do not to reach out and run his fingers through it.

After a few minutes, Igor hears her breathing turn slow and even; he knows if he falls asleep too there’s a chance he won’t wake up in time for Sunday service. But he can wait a little longer. He doesn’t have to go just yet.

[send me a one-word Anora x Igor prompt]

[aziralock42]

Ok, here is my analysis of each song of the official angelic playlist of our dear ineffable husbands (azira and crowley). I listened to them and I will write to whom I feel the lyrics correspond.

The hidden phrase is: season three (can i hear a wahoo?)

1. Crowley. Him suffering to see Aziraphale leaving with Metatron, is him preferring to stay blind after seeing how he left him alone 😭 he doesn't want him to leave him, and he can only sit there thinking about his kiss :(

2. Crowley. He will still love him no matter where Aziraphale is, his heart will still beat for him no matter what 😭 it's the Titanic song.

3. Crowley. Shit, this one hurt me a lot, Crowley sleeps to dream about him, he describes how Sandman puts him of his magic when he closes his eyes and so he dreams that he talks to him, that he walks with him, that they are together 💔 but the moment comes when he wakes up and comes back to reality where azira is gone "i remember that you said goodbye".

4. Aziraphale (female voice) and Crowley (male voice). Azira convincing himself that the answer (the solution) is not them together, because now there is nothing that can change what happened, maybe things would be better if only he had known how crowley feels about him, he assumes his mistake, and says he thinks about him when he is alone. He tries to pretend that he doesn't spend all his time thinking about what could have been. On the other hand, crowley shows up and claims what's the point of continuing to pretend they are not more than friends, wonders why he would end something he enjoys. Just a sign from aziraphale would suffice, one place and one hour, he would go for it.

5. Aziraphale (I had my doubts, but since in a certain part he asks the lord for something, I think it would have to be him). Aziraphale in love with crowley, seeing him as the boy of his dreams, but then falls into the reality that it only happens in his imagination. He begins to fantasize about the perfect life they could have together. He prays to God that no one will take his love away from him, otherwise he will die.

6. Crowley. Basically Crowley a little bit spiteful HAHAHA he thinks azira didn't even shed a tear so what difference does it make if now that he's sorry and looking to apologize, since he already cried a whole river and suffered for him, it's his turn to suffer. He doesn't forget everything he said to him.

7. Aziraphale. This is beautiful, I feel it's him as he romanticizes the dance and mentions that he loves to hear him read something to him. Sounds to me like an Azira completely in love and how he relates his feelings to a book of love.

8. Aziraphale. This one is my favorite in regards to how beautiful it is, and it's very very aziraphale. This vintage song makes me imagine him gawking at the kiss that has been stolen, as he can't help but think how magical it was and how his lips have never been so strangely arranged. Azira so smitten as he remembers that unforgettable kiss that marked him heart and soul.

9. AZIRAPHALE 😭. It's amazing how well it fits the situation, Crowley wishing to have something with him and be happy together as his dream, while Azira, although he loves him and recognizes that he is a great guy, chooses to keep developing and growing to get that great supreme angel power. I could write an essay on what this song represents so I'll leave that for another post. Something that touched my heart, that I must mention, is when he says "he was sunshine, I was midnight rain", because aziraphale sees himself with pain and sadness while Crowley was his light, but he still chose to leave and go on his way.

10. AZIRAPHALE. Clearly it's about how he hides his pain with a smile, the show must go on. I love that these last two songs very much represent the reasons why he made the decision to leave and helps to understand this poor little angel more.

11. Crowley. This one saddens me because crowley believes that he is not reciprocated, that he is not enough and tries to convince himself that everything will be okay.

5 Crow, 5 Azira + Azira/Crow =11 songs

That's all for today, I hope you liked the interpretation and join me in this pain <3

[lfthinkerwrites]

As Time Goes by

@gothamsgaygirlgang, your characters were Barbara Gordon and Jason Todd. Here you go!

spin the wheel twice and I’ll write a small something about the characters you picked.

Barbara isn't sure what to think when she hears that Bruce has a new Robin. It was Bruce and Dick, the Dynamic Duo, and it had been for years, until Dick had gone off to college, off to the Titans, and left a hole in Gotham City. A hole that Bruce had filled with a 12-year-old boy from Crime Alley. His name is Jason Todd.

She first meets him on a Gotham rooftop overlooking the museum District. She had just foiled a robbery of the Natural History Museum by men she's sure work for Cobblepot, and she and Bruce are comparing notes. The new Robin is there, Jason, and he looks at her with what she can only describe as a schoolboy crush. "Hi Robin," she says.

He grins wide and his green eyes, different from Dick's blue, shine as bright as any star in the sky. "Hi, Batgirl!"

Dick comes home to visit for Christmas, and Alfred goes all out. It will be Jason's first 'proper' Christmas as the butler says, and the living room is alight when Barbara arrives. Jason is perched on top of Bruce's shoulders, putting the star on top of the tree. "You got it, Jaylad?" Bruce asks.

"Got it!" Jason says. Once he puts the star on top, he turns towards Barbara and his smile is even wider. "Hi, Babs!"

Alfred takes a picture of the four of them, Bruce, Dick, Barbara, and Jason, the Batfamily, all in front of the tree, and it's the happiest Barbara has ever seen Bruce. The photo stays on the mantlepiece in the living room of Wayne Manor until...until...

Barbara wakes up in the hospital the day after Joker comes to her father's house, hours after the doctor told her that she would never walk again, and it isn't her father, or Bruce, or Dick sleeping in a chair next to her bed, but Jason. He opens his eyes almost as soon as she does. "Hi, Jason," she calls out weakly.

She reaches a hand out and he grabs it in an instant. "I'm sorry, Babs," the words come tumbling out of his mouth. "I should've been there, I'm sorry-"

"It's ok," Barbara says. Dad came to see her the night before, and the guilt in his eyes will never leave the rest of their lives. "It's ok."

Jason's grip tightens and there's an anger in his voice that she's never heard before. "I'll make him pay for this. I swear it."

Six months later Barbara is in a wheelchair, staring at a grave. She is numb as the box is lowered into the earth. She sees Jason at 12, 13, 14, 15-he didn't even make it to 16. Jason is dead, Robin is dead, Bruce's son is dead. Something in Bruce has died as well.

Dick and Bruce have a terrible fight. Dick leaves, and it's over a year until Barbara sees him again. Bruce retreats further and further into the night, pushing almost everyone else away. Jason's memory isn't a source of comfort, but a rotten open wound. Soon Tim comes, a new Robin, but Bruce is never a father to him the way he was to Jason. Stephanie comes, and Bruce can barely tolerate her similarities to Jason. Cassandra arrives, and Bruce sees an opportunity to shape her into his perfect soldier, one who will never feel the pain of losing a son. Bruce spirals into paranoia and almost brings the entire Justice League down with him until he hits rock bottom.

He reconciles with Dick. He becomes more emotionally involved with Tim. He starts to actually see Stephanie. He eases up on Cassandra. He slowly improves, but he is never the same as before. And Jason is still dead-

"Barbara?"

Barbara snapped back to the present. Bruce had been speaking to her. "I'm sorry," she said calmly. "What did you just say?"

Bruce repeated himself, slowly. "Jason is alive. He's the Red Hood."

Jason is alive. The 12-year-old boy she'd met on the Gotham rooftops, the 13-year-old boy who celebrated Christmas, the 14-year-old who fell asleep keeping vigil over her, the 15-year-old they'd buried is alive. "How?" she asked. Then the answer becomes obvious. "al Ghul." She didn't know whether to hunt Ra's down or thank him. Then the second part of what Bruce had said to her fully sank in. The happy boy she'd met all those years ago, the boy who had completed their little 'family' was the man who had killed dozens of people in the last few weeks and brought Black Mask to his knees. "It can't be. Not Jason."

"It is," Bruce said. "He's not-" his voice almost catches. "Barbara," he continues. "He's not the boy we knew."

Bruce left soon after, and Barbara sat in silence at her terminal, the memories swirling in her head, trying to reconcile the boy from before with the man now. Her phone rang and she was quick to answer it. "Yes?"

There was only the sound of heavy breathing, before a voice she'd thought she'd never hear again spoke. "Hi, Babs."

The tears that Barbara hadn't allowed herself to shed four years ago finally fall. "Hi, Jason."

[blckbarbiedoll]

Ghost Of You (M.B.)-Chapter 30

Everything They Said I Would Be

2022-Chicago, Illinois

The chill of the late winter breeze crept into the room and sent a shock through Angie's body, waking her up instantly. She reached over to lean into her husband's warm embrace, but was only met with a cold sheet.

"Mikey?" She sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She found herself alone in the cold empty bed. She got up and made her way out to the kitchen. "What're you doing up so early?"

"It's nine."

"It's also Sunday."

He was standing by the open window with a blanket draped around him to keep the chill off. "I couldn't sleep." He took a long drag from his cigarette.

"When did you wake up?"

"Five."

"Baby, you've been up for four hours?"

"It's fine."

She walked over to him and pulled half of his blanket around her. "You look like shit."

"I feel like shit."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I probably just need to go back to bed."

"Is it because of what today is?"

Michael sighed and brought his cigarette to his lips. "He would've been five."

Angie hugged him and softly rubbed his back. "You wanna talk about it?"

"No, I'm good."

"I can cancel lunch with Sugar. We can just spend the day together."

"No, honey, go to lunch. It's alright."

"Promise?"

"I promise." He bent down to kiss her softly. "I'm good."

"Okay. I love you so much."

Even though the pain in his heart was heavy, he couldn't help but smile.

"I love you too."

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"I'm just worried about him, Nat." Angie picked at her food.

"Aren't you always?"

"I can't help it."

"Maybe you guys should do something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Take a trip? Did you ever have a honeymoon?"

"No. We didn't have the money. We still don't have the money."

"It doesn't have to be anything big. Why don't you go camping, or something?"

"Even though sleeping on the ground while swatting off bugs sounds super romantic, I think I'm gonna pass."

"I'm just saying, it might be nice for you guys to do something different. I mean, you've been married for almost fifteen years."

"Maybe you're right."

"Hey, you could always have another kid."

"Absolutely not."

"It would get Mom off my back. Ever since I got married, she's been begging for another grandchild."

"You want kids, don't you?"

"I don't know. I think I do." She sighed. "I guess I'm just scared that they'd turn out like me."

"I know the feeling."

"Enough of that." She grinned. "I don't know about you, but I'm overdo for a shopping spree."

"As long as my wallet isn't hurt too badly." Angie heard a ringing coming from her purse. She grabbed her phone and held it to her ear. "Hey, Tiff."

"Hey. So, Eva just came down with a fever."

"Oh, no."

"Yeah. I don't want Soph to get sick, so I called to see if you could come get her."

"Yeah, I'll text Mikey and tell him to come over there."

"Okay, perfect."

"Hope she feels better."

"Thanks."

She hung up and grabbed her purse. "So, shopping?"

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After getting some shopping bags out the car, Angie walked up the steps to her apartment. She opened the door and found Sophia coloring at the kitchen table.

"Hi, Mommy."

"Hey, baby." She kissed her cheek. "You have fun at Auntie Tiff's?"

"Yeah! We did Taylor Swift karaoke!"

"Aw man, I can't believe I missed that." She grinned. "Where's Daddy?"

"In your room. He has a headache."

She walked through the apartment and opened the bedroom door. "Hey." The lights were dimmed and he was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

"Can you close the door?"

She shut it and sat next to him. "You okay?"

"My fucking head is pounding."

"I'm sorry. You want some water?"

"No, I just need a sec."

"Okay." She cupped his face and leaned in to kiss him, only for him to pull away. "What?"

"I had olives in my lunch. You hate olives."

"So?" She chuckled, pressed her lips to his.

She immediately knew why he didn't wanna kiss her. She could smell it. Taste it. She pulled away from him and slowly stood up.

"Ange, wait."

"You're fucking drunk right now?"

"Angie-"

"You're fucking drunk."

"Listen to me." He stood up.

"I can't believe you just weren't gonna tell me after everything we've been through!" Angie flipped the light switch and saw her husband's disheveled state. His hair was messy, and he had heavy bags under his eyes.

"It just happened today." He slurred his words. "I was gonna tell you, I promise."

"I don't believe you!"

"Just relax."

"Oh my god." She gasped. "You were drunk when Sophia was in the car."

"Hey, I was careful." He grabbed her hands. "I was so careful."

"You were driving drunk with our daughter in the car!" She pushed him away. "You could've killed her!"

A look of remorse came across Michael's face. He began to cry, causing Angie to roll her eyes.

"I'm sorry." He stepped closer to her. "I was really struggling, baby."

"You're sorry?"

"I'm so sorry."

"No, you're not. This is what you do. You cry, and beg for me to forgive you!"

"I just need help." Michael cupped her face. "I wanna get back on track for you."

"Stop fucking touching me!" She moved his hands.

"Honey-"

"I'm done with this." She walked over to the dresser and took out a pile of his clothes.

"Woah, what're you doing."

"Who doesn't look like?" She grabbed a suitcase from the closet and shoved his clothes inside.

"No, no, no, baby." He frantically shut the suitcase. "Don't do this ."

"I can't believe I thought you changed."

"I did! I did change!"

"You didn't! You are the exact same as you were! I let you convince me that you could be a good husband and father again!"

"I can be that! Let me prove it to you!"

"I gave you fifteen years to prove it!" She zipped up the bag and handed it to him. "I want you out."

"Angie-"

"Now."

She watched him as he walked out of the room. He knelt down in front of Sophia and hugged her tightly.

"I'm gonna go away for a little bit."

"Why?"

"I'm sick again."

"I don't want you to go."

"I don't wanna go either. But it's gonna be okay."

"Don't leave, Daddy." Sophia said with a crack in her voice.

"I'm sorry, princess." He kissed her forehead and stood up, grabbing his shoes and coat. "Please, honey."

"Don't make me yell at you in front of your daughter."

He opened the door before looking back at his wife. "I'm so sorry."

"Me too."

He wanted nothing more than to get on his knees and beg for her forgiveness again. But he knew that wasn't gonna work this time. He softly nodded and walked out the door.