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Who doesn't love starting the new year with an unexplained itchy rash all over my body. Yay! (Sarcastically).
#personal#i thought it was going away turns out it is not#and now I'm scratching in my sleep which is not good#Now i gotta make a doctor's appointment to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me đ«
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): fluff, awkward Bucky, vet appointment stuff, Alpine Request: Babes if you're lowkey taking requests can I lowkey make one? đđŒđđŒđ„șđ something flirty and cute and maybe a lil spicy with Bucky and vet!reader where something's going on with Alpine? Not self indulgent at all đ»đ Notes: This was the first thing Iâve written in months and it felt damn good. Funny story, I actually almost went to school to be a vet tech + shadowed a vet for two weeks and got to see some wickedly cool things.
This was a bit self-indulgent on my part because I had a cat who passed away some years ago because of struvite stones and I wished he had a happier ending like Alpine so I thought why not đ€·ââïžđ
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Thereâs nothing Bucky hates more than the stringent smell of industrial cleaners and clinical white walls - too many associations and shades of memory long laid to rest - except for when somethingâs going on with Alpine. The Turkish Angora was fine up until a few days ago when he started to hide away and sleep all day.
That wasnât too concerning at first...
But then came the pained little noises, the frantic running back and forth from the litter box, the excessive grooming. The pit that started forming low in his belly grew, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong, very wrong, with his little buddy.Â
Bucky wasnât about to fuck around and set up an appointment with the first vet office he could find that had a same-day opening. And now heâs trying not to fall apart at the seams while he waits for the docs to do their magic and tell him what the hellâs going on with his cat and what he has to do to fix it.
The vet tech collected Alpine a bit ago and every minute stretches into years, the catâs pitiful meow echoing in his ears and those betrayed eyes burned onto the backs of his eyelids.
I know, Bub, Iâm sorry but they gotta figure out whatâs going on. Itâll be okay, theyâll take care of you.Â
His ass went numb from the plastic chair ages ago, his leg jiggling up and down at a rapid pace as he chews on his thumbnail and waits.
And waits.
And waits.
God, he knows these things take time but heâd rather be back at home, curled up on the couch with Alpine pigging out on breakfast food and watching space documentaries.Â
How much longer-
âAlright, Mr. Barnes?â
The heavy door swings open with a click, a kind, professional voice preceding a pair of sensible shoes as the vet steps into the room with a clipboard cradled against her chest. His eyes snap up, skipping over her completely to look at the tech holding his cat who looks absolutely miserable.Â
She introduces herself but heâs not paying attention. Heâs not meaning to be rude but all his focus narrows in on that white little face, the knot in his chest unfurling at the little mew.
He smiles, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he breathes, âHey there, Little Buddy.âÂ
The vet doesnât push, in fact, she seems a little enamored with how much he melts at the sight of his pet. Her own lips quirk up into a soft smile while she stands off to the side patiently as Alpineâs set down on the metal table.
Bucky gets in a few good scritches under his chin, the beginnings of a purr just starting to vibrate his hand when the vet clears her throat delicately.Â
He clears his throat, heat burrowing into the apples of his cheeks. âShi - uh, âm sorry.â A hand scrubs over the back of his neck. âIâm just - uh - yâknow...âÂ
Her laugh trickles down his spine like warm rain, the sound effectively drawing his attention away from the cat rubbing up against his side. He gets his first look at her and oh.
A bare face and a no-nonsense hairstyle greet him, her scrubs and white coat adding to the overall doctor vibe but sheâs still breathtaking. The natural beauty in the curves of her face, the slant of her brows, the sparkle of her eyes.
He feels like he got sucker-punched in the chest, his heart giving a sudden throb that has him coughing like an idiot as he scrambles to not look like such a jackass.
âSo,â he clears his throat, scratching at the stubble along his jaw, âWhatâs - whatâs wrong with him?âÂ
Glancing down at Alpineâs chart, she hums and writes a note before glancing back up with a reassuring smile. âNothing that canât be managed with a special diet and watching his water intake.â
Itâs like the weight of the world disappears from his shoulders, his broad frame practically heaving with his sigh of relief. âOh thank fucking- ahem, âscuse me - thank god.âÂ
Her chuckle and sly smile have him blushing from the roots of his hair to the collar of his shirt, his stomach squirming in discomfort. Old habits are hard to break, especially ones his momma taught him with a box to the ear.
âYouâre allowed to swear, Mr. Barnes,â she says, reaching down to run her fingers through snow-white fur. âWeâre all adults here.âÂ
âNo, no, I know...âÂ
âHm, anyway, his blood work came back and everything looks fine which is a good thing.âÂ
And itâs back to business like that, any hint of personality hidden behind cool professionalism that Bucky thinks even Tasha would admire. Except for the playful gleam in her eyes as she sneaks peeks at him while going over everything they did and what they found.Â
âStruvite crystals are quite common in cats at low levels, especially males because their tract is longer and narrower.â She pauses, flipping to a new page. âDepending on the severity, they can clump together in the urinary tract and actually form stones. Thatâs where the true problem lies because get one large enough, and it can cause a blockage.â
Heâs listening with rapt attention, soaking in the knowledge sheâs imparting to him all the while, petting Alpine who keeps nuzzling him and making little sounds. Honestly, he could listen to her talk for hours even if he didnât understand a goddamn thing.Â
Sheâs so animated when she speaks, holds eye contact and makes sure he understands everything without making him feel like an idiot. Heâs had so many doctors who talked at him rather than with him, staring through him without seeing, more interested in the paycheck rather than their patients.
But not her, she cares.
Deeply.
He can see it all over her face and itâs utterly enchanting. Heâd be lying if he said he wasnât a little enamored, charmed.
Turning the tablet towards him, she shifts closer and a waft of whatever perfume sheâs wearing tickles his nose as she explains what the x-ray of Alpineâs abdomen found.
âThese are the stones but thankfully theyâre relatively small,â she points to several hazy white ovals starkly visible on the radiograph, âWe caught them in time before they became a really big problem.âÂ
Shit, she smells so good...
 âNow, weâll send you home with a special diet and see how he does. Also, make sure to up his fluid intake as much as you can. The food can take several months to start dissolving the crystals so weâll have to do everything we can to help. Sound good?â
Bucky hasnât pulled his eyes away from her face once this entire time, and how fucking creepy is that?
Quickly looking down at Alpine, embarrassment gnawing at his belly, he nods and wishes for the first time since he cut his hair that he hadnât so heâd at least have a passing chance at hiding the blush burning its way across his face.Â
âYeah,â he says, picking up the ball of white fluff to hold against his chest, a makeshift shield. âIs there anything else I should do?âÂ
âNo.â She smiles, writing another note and tapping away at the tablet next to her. âI do want to see him again in about a month for a check-up.â
Fuck, he doesnât want to leave so soon.
The irony isnât lost on him either.
How does he make this last longer? What can he do? If Sam was here right now, heâd be kicking him in the ass and bitching at him to ask for her number already, Ice Pick.
The clack of the chart being set down rings through the room, bouncing off the walls and sounding so fucking final that he starts to panic.Â
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.Â
Sheâs already halfway to the door when she asks, âDo you have any questions?â
The word vomit spring from him, unbidden and sudden without any thought, more forward than heâs been with a woman in years.
âCan I have your number?â
As soon as the question leaves his lips, he curses, cringes and wishes he could snatch the very words from the air itself.
Great, I just hit on my vet.
No amount of backpedaling can salvage this but goddamn it if Bucky doesnât try, stuttering out some half-assed excuse about wanting it just in case he thinks of something later.
When he glances up, he wishes he hadnât. The vet tech is in near tears in the corner, biting her lips so hard he wouldnât be surprised if they started to bleed.
But itâs the absolute surprised bafflement on the woman he just inappropriately hit on that does him in, makes him about ready to burn all forms of identification and run for the hills.Â
Her brows nearly reach her hairline, her mouth slack, eyes startled. She gets ahold of herself before he does, and he barely stops himself from slapping a hand over his face.
Right when heâs thinking thereâs no way heâs going to be able to show his face in the office again, her expression softens with gentle amusement and her lips twitch.Â
Struck dumb, he can only watch as she writes something down on a slip of paper before handing it over to him. He barely believes the string of numbers and the cheeky little call me anytime :).
The wink she sends his way is there and gone, so fast he almost believes he imagined it.Â
âFor emergencies only,â she says, slyly. âOf course.â
âOf course,â he agrees, almost tripping over the cat carrier as he hurries to stuff Alpine back in. âOf course, thank you. I...appreciate it.âÂ
âAnytime, Mr. Barnes.âÂ
Bucky leaves the room in a stupor, the world sharply shifted to the left as he heads to the front desk to make the follow-up appointment, but not before hearing the whispered, âGirl, youâre lucky. Heâs fine!â and the âHe is, isnât he?â.Â
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The Future Is Now
A/N: This is...a weird one. I donât have much of a description except to suspend your disbelief for a little bit; thereâs magic that doesnât really get explained. Itâs a Mike Dodds x reader fic, and covers the Time Travel square in @adarafaelbarbaâ moodboard bingo!
Disclaimer: I know the moodboard has time travel to the past, but this is the future and I got it okayed!
Tags: mentions of trying for kids, mentions of infertility
Words: 2570
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When Mike proposed to you, you were over the moon, excited to declare your love to the world. Plus, he was yours now, for the rest of your lives. You were absolutely proud to be called Mrs. Dodds. And then a week later, you both purchased your dream house.
Soon after the purchase, you both started trying for kids. It was no secret that you wanted children, and while you debated waiting until you were married, you were both ready and thought it wouldnât hurt to at least try now. But after months of trying, you decided to make a doctorâs appointment, just to make sure things were okay.
As it turned out, Mike was considered healthy and fertile. You, however, were not. âThereâs no chance of you getting pregnant. Iâm so sorry,â your doctor told you. Mike held you as you cried and cried into his chest.
âWeâll figure it out, darling. We can find someone to carry a baby for us, or adopt, orââ
âI want a biological baby, Mike. I want to carry my own child,â you sobbed. There was nothing wrong with his suggestions, they just werenât for you. You feared that you and Mike should justâŠnot get married. Let him find a woman who could have his child.
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About a week later with the dark cloud still over your head, Mike decided to take you out for lunch; just a cute date to try and cheer you up. You didnât think that was possible, but as he held your hand, walking down the streets of New York City, you found yourself smiling softly at him.
âCome on; this is a shortcut,â he urged, pulling you towards a short alley. It was bizarre, the sidewalk made with cobblestone rather than the cement that filled the city streets. There was a strange feeling in your gut as you walked with him; it was like the sensation you get when falling, your stomach jumping and twisting into knots. You glanced up at Mike as you gripped his hand tighter, and he grimaced as if he, too, felt the weirdness. Finally, you exited the other side of the alley.
âDid you feelâŠstrange in there, too?â you asked softly.
Mike turned around to look at the alley, make sure you werenât being followed. âYâyeahâŠthat was weird.â You continued walking, though you huddled a little closer to Mike as you went. But you froze when you walked past an ad posted in a window. He stopped a little ahead of you, glancing back.
âWhat is it?â he asked in confusion.
But your eyes were locked to the ad, and you pointed. It was just an ad for an upcoming Broadway show, but thatâs not what caught your eyes. No, you were stuck staring at the date.
âIsnât it 2015?â you breathed.
Mike followed your finger to the date, seeing 2020 written in bold font. He shrugged, âsomeone just made a typo; nothing to freak out about.â
You nodded; that had to be it, right? Just to be sure, though, you pulled your phone from your pocket. But it refused to turn on, even though you knew it was fully charged. Mike checked his phone, too, seeing the black screen staring back at him.
âFuck; we gotta go home, Mike. I feel weird about this,â you said, turning back to where you came from.
He followed, agreeing that something was off. Especially when you couldnât find that alley again. Shaking with nerves, you hurried home, Mike trailing a step behind you. But you froze hallway up to your front door; there were people inside. Mike saw it too, and motioned for you to follow.
Crouching, you shuffled as quietly as you could behind him, making your way to the living room window. There was no explaining what you saw when you both glanced in.
âIs thatâŠus?â Mike asked, voice hushed.
Indeed, it was you and Mikeâthough, maybe slightly older, slightly more linedâwith three children. There was a boy about seven, another boy around five, and a little girl in Mikeâs arms, maybe two. None of the children looked alike, nor resembled either of you; they must be adopted.
âWhat the actual fuck,â you muttered. âWhat the fuck?!â
Mike quickly shuffled away, dragging you with him. Once you were a little ways away, he turned to face you. âOkay, scenario one; this is all a dream, none of it real. Scenario two; weâre hallucinating, whether because of stress, grief, or something else. Scenario three, and I hesitate to list it butâŠwe traveled forward in time by five years.â
âAbsolutely not! We did not travel through time! Thatâs justâthatâs not possible!â you replied.
He placed a hand on your shoulder gently, to help ground you. âI agree. Letâs justâŠmaybe we should head to the hospital.â
âThatâs a good ideaâŠâ you trailed off. Then you jumped in the air, disappointed when you hit the ground again. Mike rose an eyebrow and you sheepishly said, âI was hoping that if this was a dream, I could fly.â
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It wasnât a long walk to the hospital, but along the way, you and Mike ran into that damned alley again, still lined with cobblestones. You donât know why it felt like the same one, even though it was in a completely different part of the city, but you knew it was the same. After pointing it out, you went through it again, dragging Mike with you and hoping to gain more information. But once on the other side, you noticed that things lookedâŠdifferent. Not overtly so, but the buildings had changed slightly. Looking back showed that the alley was gone once more.
The first thing Mike did was check his phone, to no avail. You followed his lead, but your phone was bricked, too. So instead, you headed for a window in a shop, littered with ads. And you let out a gasp as you saw that the date had changed again. But instead of being your timeâ
â2030?!â you yelled. âWhat the hell is happening?!â
Mikeâs eyes were wide as he tried to work through this new information. âI bet that alley has some sort of gas or toxin leaking into it, making us hallucinateââ
âIt doesnât matter; we have to go to the hospital!â you replied, heading in that direction. He quickly caught up with you, and you wandered the city streets of Manhattan.
âShit,â he cursed under his breath before he grabbed your hand and dragged you into a little alcove. You looked up at him, giving him a look and he quickly explained, âI just sawâŠI saw us again. And though I donât think we actually traveled through time, I donât want to fuck anything up on the small off chance we did.â
You rose an eyebrow. âI thought that was only messing with the past?â
âLook, I donât know! I just know this is all very weird, okay!â
You had to agree there, so you watched as you and Mikeâolder, 60-year-old you and Mikeâmade their way to a fancy restaurant. They were seated outside, the table having two extra chairs. Soon enough, a man and wife joined them. You were too far to hear, but you saw the woman show off her left hand, saw the proud smile on the manâs face. Something pulled you towards them, and you found yourself walking closer.
Mikeâs eyes went wide, but he was too slow to stop you. So instead, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, hurrying you closer. You both leaned against the wall of the restaurant, facing each other so that they wouldnât see your faces.
âSo, have you told your siblings yet?â a voice that could only be yours, though aged with time, asked. âIâm sure theyâll be so proud that their brother is finally getting married.â
âNot yet; I wanted you and dad to know first. As well asâŠLydiaâs pregnant!â a man exclaimed, excitement lacing his voice.
âCongratulations,â older Mike said, and you could hear the smile and pride in his voice, even at this age. âYou know we love being grandparents.â
There was an awkward silence before the man quietly asked, âthatâs okay, right mom?â
âOf course it is, dear. You know that I love you and your siblings as if I had given birth to you. Youâre my children, and I will love you and my grandchildren until the day I die,â older you replied.
You had heard enough, and you took Mikeâs hand, tugging him gently away. There were tears in your eyes, and you noticed them in his before he had a chance to blink them away.
âMaybeâŠmaybe adoption is a viable option for us, Mike,â you mumbled. It no longer mattered if this was real or a dream; either way, it was a clear sign that you and Mike would get past your infertility, that you had so much love to give both to each other and to your children, adopted or not.
âWe can look into it once weâre both deemed okay mentally,â he replied, his arm coming back around your shoulders, holding you to him. He kissed the top of your head, and you shoved your face into his chest as you walked.
You had been wandering, not paying attention as you left the restaurant, but you heard hard rock under your shoe. Glancing down, you saw cobblestone. No, you thought, looking up, panicked. Once again, you and Mike were in the alleyway.
âHow does this keep happening?â you asked, your voice echoing unnaturally around you.
Mike gripped your hand. âI donât know, but weâre getting out of here,â he said, dragging you to the entranceâŠor exitâit was hard to tell where you came from. Once out, you both checked your phones; still dead. When you looked around you, though, you found yourselves on the outskirts of the city. There was no telling what year it was anymore, and in a bout of fear and panic, you started to run.
Mike let out a yelp before he followed. You didnât know where you were going; itâs like your feet knew where to go, intent on showing you something, leading you somewhere.
He caught up to you after your lungs were burning, your knees buckling. âWhat are you doing? We have to remain calm,â he said, panting.
You were gasping down lungsful of air, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart. You gave Mike an apologetic look, about to tell him you had no idea what was going on, when you glanced over his shoulder. There was a large field behind you, an assortment of tombstones in neat rows. You were on the edge of a cemetery.
âAbout time you two showed up,â a manâs voice said, and you jumped. Turning, you found an elderly man sitting on a bench a little ways away. Upon a closer look, you noticed that he looked familiar.
âExcuse me?â Mike asked, walking closer. He jolted in surprise, and it connected a moment later for you; it was elderly Mike Dodds.
Old Mike chuckled softly. âThis one was a little harder to figure out, since we never saw a date. But I knew I was 93, so I decided to come here every day until I saw you two,â he explained.
âButâbut how did you knowâ? Whatâs happening?â you asked, bewildered.
He nodded. âItâs confusing, I know. But I knew youâd be here because, wellââ he looked at his younger selfâ âbecause Iâve been here in my youth. My wife and I never did find out what it was, a dream orâor hallucination. All we knew was that it was somehow real; it predicted our future.â
âHow do we get back?â Mike asked.
The old man gave Mike a long look. âYou must cherish your fiancĂ©e, Mike. Even when she becomes your wife, you must always cherish her.â
Mike blinked. âYâyeah, I will, I promise. But how do weââ
âMy lovely wife is gone now. We had our ups and our downs, our ridiculous fights over nothing. But at the end of the day, I loved her with my whole heart and soul, just as she loved me. We knew we could make it through anything, as long as we had each other.â He looked at you, and you saw such adoration in his eyes that your breath caught. âThereâs still days where I miss her: her voice, her laugh, her love. But we both knew it was her time when she went, and she was happy. Now I find happiness in our kids and grandkids, and in knowing that I wouldnât change a damn thing about the past 50 years, not one bit of it. And I know Iâll see her again soon, that sheâs waiting for me.â
You didnât notice the tears until they were trailing down your cheeks. You looked at Mike, and he, too, was crying. He opened his mouth, but elderly Mike spoke over him.
âThe only way back is to go back to the beginning,â he muttered, suddenly tired.
âBut we canât find the alleywayââ
âNot the damn alleyway! Go back further, to where it all began!â
You and Mike looked at each other with your watery eyes in confusion, but when you turned back, the old Mike was gone.
âWhat now?â you asked softly.
Mike came up to you, cupping your face in his hands and brushing away your tears. âWeâll figure it out, darling. I promise.â
He kissed your forehead before moving to grab your hand. You both started walking, unsure of where to go but following your feetâŠyour hearts. You walked for what seemed like forever before you noticed where you were.
âThis is where we had our first date,â you muttered, looking at the little restaurant, still here after so many years of changes.
Mikeïżœïżœïżœs eyes lit up and he pulled you a few buildings down. There was a white archway, roses along the bottom and wisteria wrapped around the top. Your heart fluttered at the sight, just like the first time; you always found this fixture odd, sitting in the middle of a bustling city, so out of place. And just like that first date, Mike tugged you to stand underneath it.
âBack to the beginning,â he muttered as he turned to face you. You were pressed up against his chest, looking up into his kind face, and all those feelings from the first night slammed into you: the nerves, the excitement, and the love.
âMay I kiss you?â he asked, his voice echoing through time. You nodded shyly, biting your bottom lip, and he slowly leaned in. The moment his lips touched yours, you knew you never wanted to pull away. You lifted to your tiptoes, kissing him back with passion, his shirt balled in your fists. He smiled against your lips, and you grinned. As you gently pulled away, he let out a little huff of a laugh, just like he did the first time.
âI love you, Mike Dodds,â you whispered, staring into those bright eyes of his.
His grin broadened. âI love you, too. And I cannot wait to grow old with you.â
You couldâve stayed like that forever, in his arms, looking into that handsome face. But the silence around you was broken by your phone ringing.
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One Nightđ6
Warnings: noncon sexual acts (to be warned later in series), nocturnal playtime, unwanted touching.
This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: One night changes your entire life.
for @kittykatlowââs 200 Follower Celebration
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Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!
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Your appointment went as well as it could have. The doctor ran bloodwork and several other tests as Andy nodded knowingly as if to say âI told you soâ, which he also did aloud several times after. The drive home was a reiteration of what you should, and more enthusiastically, what you shouldnât do.Â
It was really starting to feel like he believed you were an actual child. Your own father had never talked to you in such a way. You couldnât say the same for your mother but even she could reel it in long enough that you didnât feel like a complete moron. Andy just seemed to latch onto every mistake you made and sink his teeth in until he tasted blood.
And like the teenager he treated you as, when you got back to his house, you stormed up to the guest room and slammed the door. You fell onto the bed and screamed into the pillow. Oh yeah, that long lost adolescent rage returned. Then it all drained from every inch of you and you rolled over to stare at the ceiling.
You could hear Andy below. You listened to him moving around, the decisive click of his polished leather shoes. He climbed the stairs and you heard him stop outside your door. He sighed and retreated to his own room. Your day off an youâd spend it like this; raging at your new warden.
The knock on your door made you flinch.Â
âHey,â Andyâs voice sounded decisively through the door. âIâm going into the office for the rest of the day. Iâll be in around six.â He paused and the handle jiggled but didnât turn. âYou know where everything is.â
You didnât answer him. You waited until he left, the footsteps on the staircase, the front door, the soft rollover of his car engine. You sat up and pulled out your phone. A single voicemail; your parentsâ number.
âHey, kiddo,â Your dadâs voice rose from the speaker. âYour mom wants to know when youâre getting the rest of your stuff.â A slight pause and a cough. âYou know I donât care and you take your time but if she asks, I told ya to come get it⊠Love you.â The line buzzed. âAnd your mom loves you too but sheâs just as stubborn as you, you know? Well, anyway, uh, bye.â Another glaring silence. âOh, and itâs still my house. Iâll be happy to see ya, kiddo.â
You saved the message and dropped your phone to bounce on the mattress. You put your head in your hands as you tried to resist the overhwelming swell of sadness that overcame you. You didnât care about your stuff and you couldnât bring it here. You wouldnât. Sell it, toss it, you didnât care.
You sat up and dropped your hands to the bed in defeat. You were such a fuck up.
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You avoided Andy for a few days. You found excuses to stay in your room when you werenât working and even spent a good deal of time in the backyard, weeding the overgrown garden. It didnât matter. Autumn was close and most of the plants were dead. It must have been her job, or maybe a cherished hobby.
Aside from Andyâs prickly nature, she made it harder. That stranger; Laurie. You were an imposter in her place; usurping her as she laid in a hospital entirely unaware. You only knew what the press put out. He never said much about it. Did you really expect him to? All he ever spoke about was you, the baby, and everything you did wrong.
After a rather long day at work, made longer by your suddenly returned appetite and the smell of cinnamon and coffee, you returned to the house and found yourself back in the yard. You sat at the patio table and scrolled through your phone.Â
Felicia wanted to meet up the next night. You hadnât told her yet. If she took you for drinks, as she always did, sheâd figure it out pretty quickly. Well, why were you hiding it? You wouldnât be able to for much longer. You already felt a little bigger, wider at least. Would it be so bad to tell? To not be alone?
You swiped away her text and bit your thumbnail. Youâd think about it and send your answer before you went to bed.
The screen door clattered and you sat up straight. You looked up as Andy emerged and strode across the deck. He had a beer in hand and placed it on the glass table as he neared the other side of the table. His tie was gone, his top button undone, and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows.
âHere you are,â He said as he pulled out a chair and sat. âHow was work?â
You shrugged and turned over your phone. âIt was work,â You sat back and crossed your arms. âDo I ask you? Is that the right thing to do?â
He chuckled and popped the cap of the beer and took a swig. âWell, it was an exciting day. Had a defendant attack the judge. Didnât get very close but a they took him out,â He turned the bottle on the table. âHe got me good on his way out, even if he missed my face.â
You let your arms fall to rest over your stomach. You didnât know what to say. Did he want pity? Surely you couldnât relate to his courthouse crusades.
âWell, that sounds⊠scary.â You offered.
âIt happens. Not a lot but you can never predict people,â He took another gulp of beer. âWhat are you doing out here? Itâs gonna rain soon.â
âYeah?â You looked up at the grey clouds. âI never minded the rain much.â
He was quiet as he picked at the label of his bottle. His toe tapped and he pushed his shoulders back.
âYour mother came to see me,â He said gently. âSaid something about tossing your stuff out on the lawn.â
âShit,â You winced. âShe shouldnât have--â
âYou havenât talked to her?â
âAnd say what, exactly? She made her feelings about me pretty clear.â You played with the case of your phone as you turned it over. âMy dad called me but⊠I donât care about all that shit.â
âWe can go get it. Itâs not--â
You laughed and shook your head. âWhy? Youâre so eager to erase my former life, why would you care?â You threw your hand up and planted your elbow on the table. âItâs just books. A few stuffed animals. I never really could afford much of value. The poor pauper girl.â
âI never--â
You stood and slid your phone into your pocket. You still wore the plain black shirt and matching pants from work. Your fly was half undone to relieved the pressure and your shirt had caught in your waistband. You pulled the hem down and pushed in your chair.
âIâm hungry. Iâm going to get changed and make something to eat.â You said.
You left him there and went inside. After slipping into some leggings and a loose tee, you swept into the kitchen and surveyed your options. Some linguine with chicken and spinach. That didnât sound too bad.
You pulled out a chicken breast and the cutting board. You put the water on boil and heated the frying pan. You started to chop up the chicken into chunks as you heard the back door. Andy appeared and set his bottle down across from you as he stood on the other side of the island. It gave a hollow clink; empty, already.
âSo, what are you making?â He leaned on the marble.
âPasta,â You answered curtly. âYou have any hot peppers? Hot sauce?â You opened the fridge. âI wouldnât mind something spicy.â
âCheck the door,â He said. âYou must be past the nausea. You know, I always heard the cravings were the worst part. I never really considered pickles anything to drool over but---â
âStop, please,â You interjected as you turned back with a jar of banana peppers. You could dice them up and mix them into the sauce. âItâs miserable. All of it.â
He sighed and stood straight. He rounded the counter and opened the cupboard. He added oil to the pan and it crackled. He put it back and turned to grab the spinach and rinsed it in the colander. He set it on the counter and turned back to watch you slice the chicken.
âYou gonna keep this up?â He asked.
âWhat?â You set the knife down and dumped the chicken into the pan and washed your hands..
âYou gotta try to meet me halfway,â He turned.
âMeet you halfway? Andy, christ,â You spat as you stirred the chicken and seared it. âHow much more can I give you?â
âBit of courtesy, maybe,â He said. âIâm trying here but you wonât even--â
âThere you go again, speaking to me like a child. I am not a child. Letâs start there,â You pointed at him with the spatula. âYou should know that.â
He considered you, his blue eyes drifted then returned to you. He gave a small smile. âI definitely know youâre not a child.â
âIâm serious.â
He nodded and exhaled. âAlright, Iâll try to ease off.â
You squinted at him. âI really wanna believe you will.â
He scoffed and brushed past you. He went to the fridge and grabbed another beer. He flipped the cap off and leaned against the door.
âIâm a lawyer. I canât help it.â He shrugged. âBut for the sake⊠of the baby, Iâll take my foot off the pedal. A little.â
âCool,â You set the spatula down. âSo you wonât mind if I go out tomorrow night. My friend Felicia wants to have dinner.â
âDinner?â He repeated. You raised a brow. âYeah, fine. That sounds like fun.â
âGreat,â You smiled and grabbed the linguine noodles. âAnd you know, youâll get a night to yourself. Win-win.â
đ
You texted Felicia after dinner and for the first time in a while, you felt excited about something. So excited you found it hard to settle down. A bigger problem because you had an opening shift the next morning and you were already constantly exhausted.
You laid in bed and tossed and turned. You stared at the ceiling, then rolled over and stared at the window, then tried laying on your stomach until your leg fell asleep. It was at least an hour of endless turmoil, trying to force yourself to doze, before you just resigned to blinking into the dark.
You listened to the gentle spatter of rain. As always, Andy was right. It was really annoying. You sighed and peeked out the window as the rivulets streamed down the glass. The moonlight shone through the droplets in silver orbs. You turned onto your side and counted them, hoping it would coax you to sleep.
Then you heard it. At first, you were certain it was nothing. The wind, maybe. But it continued, steady, slowly mounting. The heavy breaths coated with sultry groans. You froze and craned your head to look over your shoulder as you listened. Youâd left your bathroom door open without thinking and could hear a little too much through the one at the other end.
You dropped your head back to the pillow as the voice continued; deep and drawn out. It wasnât hard to guess what was going on; what the only other person in the house was doing. Andy was only human after all. Well, youâd fucked him almost on sight. You were no saint. Yet it felt so wrong, hearing him like that. Worse that as you closed your eyes, you could only imagine him in the other room with his handâŠ
You pulled the duvet over your ear and pressed your head to the pillow. You felt a tickle between your thighs and squeezed them together. Ignore it, just listen to the rain. But his voice only got louder and louder until it finally peaked in a sharp grunt. Your lips parted and you shuddered. He was done, thank god.
It was silent for a few minutes, all but the gentle patter of rain. Then the bed groaned through the wall and soft footsteps. You were tense as you listened, moreso as you heard him near the other side of the bathroom door.Â
Shit, he had to clean himself up andâŠÂ
The door opened and you heard his feet on the tile. He let out a growled and cranked the sink on. Your door was still wide open. It sounded as if he was right beside you as the water flowed and his breathing evened out. He turned off the faucet but lingered in the bathroom.
Then he stood in the door to your room. You could feel him there, looking at you. You were thankful your back was to him. Slowly, he crept closer and you felt him looming over you, just at the side of your bed. Your nerves were on fire, every hair on your body was on end.
The blanket moved just a little as he tugged at it. You made yourself stay still as he paused, waiting for you to react. He let out a long breath and yanked harder to dislodge the duvet from under you. You squeezed your eyes shut, terrified. You should say something, do something, tell him to fuck off!
He bared your leg and the cool air raised goosebumps along your skin. Your shorts offered little coverage and had ridden up your ass. He let the blanket rest on the other side of your leg and his fingertips grazed your calf and thigh. He touched your ass and pressed more firmly against it.
Then suddenly he recoiled. You heard him swallow and he pulled the blanket back over you. He turned and retreated into the bathroom, your door clicking closed behind him, the second which led into his own room. The silence was pierced by his muffled voice.
âShit.â
#andy barber#dark andy barber#dark!andy barber#andy barber x reader#dark!andy barber x reader#dark andy barber x reader#fic#series#defending jacob#dark fic#dark!fic#one night
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i mean it â part one
jj maybank x reader
summary: jj would take the fall for any of his friends, heâs always ready to intervene and save the day. whenever y/n needed his help without question he was ready to move the mountains for her, he would do anything for her even if it meant giving up a lot himself.Â
warnings: drug usage, soft jj, i didnât read this over yikes
inspired by the netflix original series the society and the heart-warming scene of jj taking the blame for pope so he could keep his scholarship. there is a chunk of dialogue from the societyâ all rights to them.Â
a/n: hello this is my outer banks side-blog you can find my other writing here at @nostalthiccâ. send some request.Â
you never want to be the one on the outside looking in but for y/nâs friends that precisely what they were going through. for the last hour or so, kiara, pope, and jj have been posted outside of y/nâs room door waiting for her to let them in and explain whatâs going on. she was honestly an open person, so this caught everyone by surprise, what would happen for y/n to spend hours crying in her room? none of them knew what to do or what to expect; thatâs why the pogues stayed at her door listening to the horrifying sobs, waiting for john b to get here with some food and drinks.
âwhat do you mean she wonât come out?â john b asked calmly as he pinched the bridge of his nose, pondering for a solution. food didnât work, nor did her favorite drink. they needed to get creative because everyone was restless, and jj was ready to kick down the door- this was strongly disapproved by all the pogues. âokay, okay, listen. clearly, she doesnât want all of us to see her right now, so we send one of us, right?â everyone nodded in agreement before all their eyes trailed to jj.
he rolled her eyes, gesturing john b to give him goods, it was no lie when it came to jj and y/n, the two of them had an unbreakable bond, and they were hoping that would help him get through to the girl. âiâll call you in an hour.â
once the rest of the pogues were gone, jj slid down the wall, he knocked a few times announcing he was the only one left but still no response. after many failed attempts, he did the only logical thing to do, jj pushed a perfectly rolled blunt under the door.
a few moments later, he heard her hoarse voice. âi don't have a lighter.â
a smirk graced his lips, jj knew weed would do the trick, it always does. he was close to sliding his lighter to y/n, but an idea popped into his head. âif you want it, you gotta open the door.â he hesitantly spoke, hoping it wouldnât cause her to inclose herself back into the room but to jj's luck y/n opened the door. it was difficult for him to take in her appearance, her hair was a disheveled mess atop her head, her eyes and nose were red from crying, tear stains ran down her cheeks, and y/n had a broken look in her eyes. jj hated seeing his friend like this, he would give anything to see a smile on her face instead of her dull expression.
"stop starring and give me the lighter." y/n held her hand out. "please." she added, not looking the boy in his eyes in fear of him asking her more questions. but she should have none better; this was jj.
"hey, wait, wait, wait." he began, getting onto his feet. "you don't get to lock us out of your room when you're clearly hurting and then act as though nothing happened. uh-uh y/n, not with me. you and i both know i don't work that way."
"well, maybe you should have let kie or pope stay because i have every intention of pretending nothing happened. i'm fine." a scowl was evident on your face, but he knew she was hurting and trying to push him away, he'd done it a thousand times himself.
jj drew a long breath before stepping into the room, noting she didn't try to stop him. "doesn't matter. i'm here, and you are not fine, so tell me what's up."
y/n wanted to tell him, she really did, but none of this was his problem, y/n knew jj already had enough on his plate and didn't need to be plagued with her difficulties- none of them did. she needed to figure this out on her own, the pogues wouldn't help her get out of this one. the smoke from jj's hit drew y/n out of her thoughts, she hadn't even noticed he had made himself right at home on her bed.
"okay, hit me." he leaned towards the girl, handing her the lit blunt. she declined, turning away and dragged her fingers through the mess on her head. "something's definitely wrong, you don't want to smoke. what's going on, you opened the door for my lighter but not to light the blunt? that doesn't make a lick of sense, not one bit. you know you have to light it to smoke it, right?"
his rambling was overwhelming the girl, she couldn't even begin to think when jj wouldn't shut up. of course, she knew she had to light the blunt, she wasn't an idiot, but the consequences that came with the blunt weren't worth it. before jj could send her into another spiraling break down y/n rushed to the bathroom, unintentionally slamming the door. little did she knew it allowed jj the perfect opportunity to get some answers, which he indeed found.
"y/n, i'm not playing this game again, open the door." he hissed while tugging on the doorknob. "the rest aren't here to stop me, i will kick this down." silence. "i know, y/n, i know you're pregnant, just come out."
"i'm scared," she confessed, a sob raking through her body.
"i know, sweetheart, but if you open the door i can help you, we'll figure this out, okay?" jj smiled triumphantly when y/n slowly appeared, but it instantly faded when he regarded her broken stance. quickly he swept her into his arms, holding her in a tight embrace as she cried.
y/n momentarily pulled away. "i fucked up bad, i fucked up so bad. what am i supposed to do?" jj didn't want to engage in such a touchy conversation until she had calmed down and was in the right headspace, so he held onto her tighter, rocking back and forth.
when y/n finally regained herself and dried all her tears, the two were able to sit face to face, one pogue to another, and have the awaited conversation. although y/n would admit it, she was relieved to have the weight lifted off her chest.
"it's not mine, though, right? i don't remember anything, but i've been pretty drunk in the past." the boy teased, earning a small smile from his best friend, a smile he has been waiting to see for ages. y/n threw a pillow at his face claiming this wasn't a joking matter, but jj didn't miss the giggle passing her lips. "seriously, do you know who the father is?"
"i don't ever want you to ask me that question again ." y/n was slightly offended he would even fix his mouth to mutter such a question, but she pushed her offensive away to reply. "just respect that one thing, Â i don't want him in my baby's life, ever. that's the end of it, don't ever ask me that again."
jj apologized; those were not at all his intentions, but he was curious about who had landed the girl, not many others. he had a few ideas of his own; however, he chose to not further push the subject. he adverted his attention and proposed more simplistic questions, the basics; when did you find out? how did you find out? how are you feeling? do your parents know?
most we easy, straight-forward questions, yet one specifically caught notice. "yes, they know, i needed to ask my mom for guidance, they just want to know who the father is and i can't tell them, i won't tell them, but i fear what will happen if i don't."
"this guy, you really don't want him anywhere near you or your baby?" jj entreated, y/n replied with a nod. she could see the wheels turning in his head, which never resulted in a good idea. "then i'll be the father, i'm the father, simple."
y/n eyes grew the size of saucers, she had no words, no thoughts, all she could do was stare closely at her friend who wore a look of eagerness upon his features. y/n wasn't sure she heard him right. "no, you don't have to do that?"
"why not? jj counted.
she scoffed, rolling her eyes at his attempt. "this isn't like taking the blame for me when i almost blew up the chemistry lab-."
"-god, you owe me so much."
"i'm serious, this isn't a joke, jj." she tucked a few fly-aways behind her air. "it's big, and it's forever. you don't get to say that if you don't mean it." a mix of emotions were coursing through her veins; sadness, confusion, anger, gratitude, hatred. y/n couldn't pinpoint exactly which one, but they all were making her dizzy.
"you're my best friend, and i love you. of course, i mean it." jj placed a light kiss on the top of her head, he often made impulsive decisions especially when they involved the people he loved, but this one felt right. y/n felt right, she had done so much for him, and he was ready to do this for her and the baby. his baby. "i'd do anything for you y/n, and that'll never change, i will do everything to protect the two of you."
she watched with admiration in her eyes as jj explained all the details, she has a new level of respect and love for him, one that can never be replaced. y/n was content; finally, an emotion she never thought would plague her being after she found out the news, she was awaiting the future, but the future didn't have as glorious as plans as the pair hoped for.
jj had convinced y/n it was best if they told her parents as soon as they got home, he didn't want her to face y/f/n and y/m/n's wrath any longer. they were typical, uptight, materialistic kooks, and he had soon how disapproving they could be up close and personal. once they were informed, y/n and jj could better plan for the future, like a doctor's appointment as soon as possible. maybe it didn't go as smoothly as they planned, but at least it was over with.
"a pogue?" y/n's mother gasped, earning a stone-cold glare from her daughter. her father's reaction was much less surprising as if he expected the news. "as if you hanging around them wasn't enough."
"y/m/n, calm down." mr. l/n spoke in a somber tone, sure maybe he wanted to throw around some unkind words of his own, he was keeping his composure together for his daughter's sake. "that's not what we need to focus on." he began, scratching at his chin. "i'll make an appointment with dr. chen on the mainland, we will help you financially, but we expect you two to show some initiative as well."
y/m/n scoffed, her eyes zeroed in of jj, disgust was written on her face. she hated pogues because she used to be one and since she married y/n's father. y/m/n had wholly forgotten where she came from. "we'd be better off sending y/n to live with your aunt, you think he will be able to support y/n and her baby."
"-our baby." jj intervened. "you're not sending her or my baby away. i may be a pogue, but i know better than anyone how important family is, and i will assure i will do everything for these two." y/n's heart clenched as he spoke, she couldn't help but feel guilty for the way her parents were treating him when the baby wasn't even his. he shouldn't have to worry about providing for the baby, none of this was fair, and y/n felt ashamed for allowing jj to do this.
shortly after jj's rant, the two were able to get out of there and away from her mother. now it all came down to somehow explaining this the pogues. the entire drive to the cut y/n kept asking the boy if he was absolutely certain he wanted to go through with this, that there was still time to back out and live his life, but jj continuously assured her this is what he wanted to do, and he wasn't changing his mind.
the group had mixed reactions, which jj and y/n had expected. john b was mainly confused as to how this happened, the pair had never shown a romantic interest in each other, or a sexual one either. many questions plagued through his head, but john b decided to wait because he understood how overwhelming this is for his friends. pope was freaking out, going on about how a baby is a lot of work and it's presence throwing off the dynamic of the group. he shared his troubles with y/n's schooling as well as other minor concerns, pope sounded more like their parents than a friend. and lastly kiara, she was a bit leerier about the subject, she was a hard believer of the no pogue on pogue macking rule and with good reason to. what's done is done, and she made it clear she was the baby's godmother, this caused john b and pope to start bickering about how got to be the godfather.
y/n was happy with her friend's reaction, sure they may not know the entire truth, but the pogues treat her or act any different. it was merely another hardship they'd have to face together because it takes a whole village to raise a child, right? but no all good things last and y/n's pregnancy announcement spread very fast through the outer banks, and it may have caught a certain kook by a bit of a surprise.
#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank#outer banks#john b#john b x reader#kiara carrera#sarah cameron#pope heyward#rudy pankow#obx#rafe cameron#topper#netlix#jiara#sarah cameron x reader#pope heyward x reader#rafe cameron x reader#kiara carrera x reader#outer banks imagine#outer banks fic
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Comfortember Day 9 (Confessions)
@nevcolleil Hereâs a LONG overdue continuation of the universe I wrote a while back for your prompt about Jack being Macâs actual biological father! (For those of you who havenât read it, the first part is here:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/17086982)
Jack sits in the GTO, wrapping his hands around the steering wheel and clenching and unclenching his fingers. Mac's probably still asleep after last night. Unaware that Jack is sitting out here holding onto a secret that's going to shatter his world more completely than even the most complicated bomb the kid's ever defused. Honestly, Jack isn't sure if maybe James was right. They were better off not knowing. Because there's a fifty-fifty chance that Mac will be so angry at Jack for leaving his mom that he'll never want to speak to him again. But now that he knows the truth, he'll be no better than James if he doesn't walk in there and tell Mac. About Ellen, about Kosovo, about everything. He owes his son the truth.
His son. It sounds so strange to even think that. Before he can lose his nerve, he gets out of the car, walks up to the door, and knocks. It takes a few tries, but finally a very sleepy, bed-head Mac wanders up to the door, checking the peephole, thankfully, before opening it. Jack has a sudden attack of emotion, thinking about what it would be like to be greeted by a smaller version of this very picture. Mac already looks like a teenager, and it doesn't take much to imagine him even younger, yawning and blinking at being woken up early. "What are you doing? Family don't knock." And that's what pushes Jack over the edge. He feels the tear trickling down his cheek without really having noticed it forming, and Mac's mussed figure looks blurred and watery, like Jack's looking into some magic mirror that's going to warp and show him the past he could have had. "Jack?" Mac sounds genuinely scared. "Kiddo, let's go out on the deck. I think we gotta sit down." Mac's face comes into sharper focus, worried. "What's wrong? Did you have a doctor's appointment? Are you dying? Like James?" Like James. Jack really is no better than that jerk. He's been railing on the man for leaving a kid behind. When he did the exact same thing. He can't decide if it's better or worse that he didn't know. "No." And that's all he says until they're both sitting down. The damn photograph is still there, sitting on the bench where Jack left it. Jack picks it up slowly. "There's something you don't know about your mom," he says hesitantly. "Wait. What?" Mac sits down. "Was there something in the dossier you got from Matty's that you didn't tell me?" "It wasn't in there, hoss." Jack sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I knew her. Last night, when you showed me this...I recognized her." He hands the picture frame to Mac. "How did you know my mom?" Mac asks, clearly confused. "I thought you said you didn't even come to California before you met me. You called it snob land. Said the only reason you'd even stay was to keep me alive." "James didn't tell you she was an agent." There's a terrible sound of shattering glass as the picture frame falls to the deck, and Jack stares at the shards like they're an oracle telling him what to say next. Because if Mac reacted this strongly to finding out what his mom really did, then telling him the rest is going to half kill him. "She what?" "Ellen Jackson was a black ops agent when I met her. Specialized in retrieval of items that fell into the wrong hands. We crossed paths on an op in Kosovo that went belly-up for us both." Jack sighs. "It was...an intense forty-eight hours. You know how those things are." Mac nods. "I still...I just...she..." And then his face goes white. "Is that..." "She died in a car bombing in Shanghai." Jack doesn't think it's wise to talk around the truth. There's a choked sob from Mac's side of the bench, but Jack can't stop the avalanche of pain now. He needs to get this out or he never will. "Mac, the two of us...after we met...we were involved for a while." He waits for some sort of disgusted reaction, but that's more Riley's department than Mac's. She's always the one with some sort of weird joke. Mac just...breathes. In and out like he's trying to stave off a panic attack. "Mac?" Jack isn't about to be selfish enough to put his need to tell the truth now over Mac's health and safety. "Do you...Are you okay?" He realizes it's a stupid thing to say the moment it leaves his mouth. "I just found out my mom was murdered, because she was an agent, and no one bothered to tell me, do I look FINE?" Mac practically screams. Okay, well, at least Jack getting cozy with his mom isn't the worst problem Mac has with this whole scenario. He turns to Jack, eyes shining with tears and wide like a panicked wild animal. "Did you KNOW?" "I didn't even know who your mom was till I saw that picture last night." He already said that once, but he doesn't expect Mac's grief-addled brain to recall that. Mac nods slowly, then picks up the frame, looking down at the broken glass. "So you remember her? You said you..." He trails off. "Don't think I could forget. And I don't mean that in a creepy way." Jack shrugs. "She was the kindest person I ever met. Even in a job that can make a person a monster." A monster like me. "I just still can't believe it." Mac sighs. "I mean, not you and my mom, but...okay maybe that too. Like, how weird would that have been?" He chuckles weakly. "You were this close to being my dad." "Bud, I am." The words hang in the air like the smoke from one of the campfires on a day when the air pressure settles in and traps the city smog. Mac doesn't move. Jack can't tell if he's even breathing. "Jack, this isn't funny." The words are a harsh monotone when they finally break the stillness. "Even for you. This is too much. Stop joking."
"I'm not. I talked to James this morning. He told me everything."
"That's impossible."
"No. Your mom and I were together in '89..."
"I know how it works. But you can't be my dad. You can't." Mac's shoulders have begun to shake. "That's not how things go."
"I'm so sorry..."
"You're fucking SORRY?" Mac shouts, and there's a thud, he's slammed the picture down on the bench. "Everyone's lied to me my whole life, and you're SORRY?"
Jack doesn't bother to say he didn't know. Mac's got to take his anger and grief out on someone. And better Jack than James or what few memories the kid has of Ellen. James will...Jack doesn't actually know what that man would do. And he doesn't want to taint Mac's few good memories.Â
He shuts down, the way he knows all too well how to, while Mac yells and curses and even throws a couple sloppy punches. He can check out and take the hits. But when Mac begins sobbing, crumpling to his knees on the glass-strewn deck, Jack blinks and reaches for him.
Mac doesn't resist, letting himself be pulled into a gentle hug. Jack rocks him back and forth slowly, like he should have done twenty-eight years ago. He can't say it's okay. Or anything else. But he can hold his son while he cries. He can do that much.
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Love Is Blind: Chapter Nineteen
The drive was quiet. Robyn watched Chris out the corner of her eye as he drove. He seemed normal but there was something nipping at her that there was something going on.Â
âIs there something wrong? Am I growing a second head or something?â Chris asked.
âNo. Why would you say that?â
âI feel you staring at me.â
âSorry. I just zoned out for a minute.â
âOh.â
They made it through the whole day without much issue. After stopping for dinner, Chris drove them home. Anesa had fallen asleep in the car so Chris carried her to her bed while Robyn settled Christian in for the night. As she stepped into their bedroom, she watched as Chris dug through his nightstand and pulled out a pill bottle. Taking two pills and taking a sip of water, he put the bottle back.
âThere is something wrong with you.â
Chris turned at the sound of her voice, âwhat are you talking about?â
âYouâre taking medication again.â
âAnd?â
âYou didnât tell me.â
âWhen was I supposed to? Itâs not like weâve had a conversation in the last few weeks. We agreed for me not to push, remember?â
âChris, I think youâre taking this way more personal than you need to.â
âConsidering how personal this is, that statement is a bit asinine, donât you think?â
âWhat medication are you taking?â
âSomething prescribed by my doctor.â
âChristopher.â
âMy anti-depressants.â
âAre you depressed?â
âTrying not to be, rather get into my preventative methods now before it becomes an issue.â
âAm I making you depressed?â
âYou canât make me anything. You can trigger me but you canât make me depressed so no.
âAm I triggering you?â
âYes.â
âOh.â
âAnymore questions?â
âDo you want me to leave?â
âNo but I donât want you to stay if youâre miserable either. I canât get a handle of how you feel or what exactly you want from me. If staying here isnât making you happy, maybe we need to find another way to coexist.â
âI guess.â
âIs this why you were staring at me in the car? Did you sense something?â
âYes.â
âWhy didnât you just say that?â
âWasnât the timeâ
âAnd now, all you got for me is an âI guessââ
âI donât know what you want me to say, Chris.â
âI just want you to talk to me. Like we used to talk. I feel like Iâm losing my mind and myself in this meanwhile youâve completely checked out. I am way more invested in this being an actual relationship than you are and-â
âAnd how would you even know that?â
âBecause thatâs all Iâve been shown. By all means, show me where Iâm wrong and Iâll gladly change my point of view.â
âDonât be sarcastic.â
âIâm not being sarcastic. I get nothing from you. Not a good morning. Not a hello. The only time you pretend to like me is when our children are in the room. Any other time, complete silence. Ignoring me like Iâm invisible. Like Iâm not even here.â
âBecause Chris, on the topics you want to talk about, I have nothing to say.â
âBecause you donât care?â
âBecause Iâm tired. Iâm hurting. I am just trying to make it through the day. Iâm still bleeding. I canât stand longer than 20 minutes. I canât walk more than 15 minutes. Every other day I feel like my damn lungs are gonna collapse and all you want to fucking talk about is this relationship. I donât get a damn how do you feel today, Robyn? For once in this lifetime, can somebody be worried about my damn health? That baby damn near ripped me in half and somehow only you get to be depressed. I canât even look at myself in the damn mirror and youâre only concerned about why Iâm not looking at you. You so worried about being this perfect husband to make up for before but guess what, I donât care about you being my perfect spouse, can you just be my fucking friend? Can I get a hug without it being anything more? Can you sit with me and just be there? Why does everything have to be so damn emotional and complicated with you?â
âRobyn. Iâm sorry. I didnât know.â
âItâs not like you really wanted,â Chris noticed her chest starting to heave, he rushed over to catch her before she fell. He carefully held her to his chest, âI need you to just take deep breaths for me, Sweetie.â
âChr-â
âI donât want you to talk. Just deep breaths. In and out. I donât want you to raise your blood pressure and I need you to catch your breath. Just slow.â
Robynâs breathing started to gradually return to normal. Chris rocked her gently, âthere you go. Slow breaths. In and out.â
A few more minutes passed before Chris felt comfortable having Robyn sit up in his lap, âhow long have you been having breathing problems?â
âSince I left the hospital.â
âDid you tell your doctor?â
âHe knows. He prescribed me some medication.â
âHave you been taking it?â
âWhenever I canât breathe, yes.â
âWhere is it?â
âIn the nightstand on my side of the bed. Itâs an inhalerâ
Chris scooted across the floor to get closer to the nightstand and reached into the top drawer until he felt an inhaler and handed it to her. Robyn shook the item then placed it to her mouth and pressed down on the trigger twice. Chris wrapped his arms around her as she leaned against him. He kissed her temple and rubbed her arm, âhave you had any seizures or anything?â
âNo, he put me on an anti-seizure medication too. Before you ask, I take it every morning.â
âWeâve really been disconnected these past few weeks, huh?â
âNot exactly by accident.â
âI can admit that.â
âChris, what are we doing here? Nothing about this is working.â
âIf I knew, we wouldnât be in this mess in the first place. This wasnât how I imagined us being together again. Maybe I should've listened to you.â
âThis isnât an âI told you soâ moment. Clearly, you saw something I didnât and maybe we were both wrong but weâre here now, we gotta figure something out.â
Chris sighed as he continued to rub her arm, âI have an idea. It might sound crazy but itâs something.â
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âChris, this feels so silly. I know youâre right down the hall,â Robyn remarked as she stared at the black screen of her laptop.Â
âI know but clearly, we need to ease back into this communication thing because we definitely got off track somewhere.â
âAnd how is this supposed to work?â
âPart of the appeal of how we met again was us not seeing each other. All we got to react and respond to were our words, not our body movements or facial expressions. I think we should start there and ease our way back to normal.â
âChris, I donât know.â
âLetâs try it and if it doesnât work weâll go back to the drawing board.â
Robyn sighed, âI guess. So how are we doing this?â
âWeâll pick a topic to discuss. One topic and weâll hash our issues out one at a time.â
âYou picking or me?â
âYou can pick.â
âWhy didnât you tell me that you were back on your antidepressants?â
âI didnât think it was relevant or that you even cared. We werenât talking and barely shared a room.â
âBut thatâs a completely separate issue from your health.â
âSure but I could say the same thing about you and I actually took you to your doctorâs appointments.â
âYou never asked. Literally not since the day I came home from the hospital have you made any inquiries about my health.â
âRobyn, I do everything that I can for you all the time.â
âYou do what you THINK I need you to do, never once have you asked me. I need you to sit with me and give me a hug way more than I need you to get me a glass or water. I need you to walk around the block with me way more than I need you to pick out my clothes. I need your presence, not your labor.â
âI didnât think about that.â
âI can admit that maybe I shouldâve said something but trying to talk to you when you donât think youâre doing anything wrong is really hard. And not that you were doing anything wrong but what you were doing wasnât helpful, it wasnât doing for me what you thought it was and that is so much harder to explain without sounding ungrateful.â
âIâve never thought you were ungrateful.â
âYou just thought I was being a bitch.â
âWellâŠ.yea.â
Robyn chuckled, âIâve been struggling with this recovery and learning how to accept this new Mommy me and trying to do that while navigating your emotions has me short-circuiting. I checked out to save my sanity not to hurt you.â
âHearing this, I can understand that and I sincerely apologize for not being that safe space for you like I promised to be. You were just moving around so comfortably, it never occurred to me that something was wrong and then when you started ignoring me or snapping at me, I just thought it had to be something I did.â
âAll this time Iâve been telling you that everything is not about you.â
âWell youâve been telling me that in the middle of a disagreement, kind of hard to take that at face value.â
Robyn laughed, âI can accept that.âÂ
âSo now what exactly are we doing here?â
âThis Mr. Brown was your idea, did we meet our first goal?â
âI think weâve made a good start. You?â
âIt is a bit easier not having to worry about whether my facial expression is going to offend you or not.â
âYou do have a hell of a poker face, you must admit.â
âI do. Can I see my boyfriend now?â
âYou would like my presence?â
âI would like it very much.â
âOn my way.â
Within a few moments, Chris playfully plopped on the couch beside her and pulled her into his arms.
âI know I didnât say it on the call but I am really sorry, I just-â
âDonât apologize because I understand what you did and why you did it. Me, of all people, shouldâve seen the signs but I was so laser focused on the relationship, I wasnât focused on you and that is ultimately my fault,â Chris replied.
âItâs not your job to be a psychic.â
âNo but if I wanted you to notice what was going on with me, I shouldâve been just as vigilant with you, right?â
âIâm not gonna disagree.â
Chris laughed, âour babies are asleep. It is still fairly early, what do you want to do?â
âSit here with you.â
âThatâs it?â
âThatâs it.â
âThen thatâs what weâll do.â
âThank you for listening.â
âThank you for talking with me.â
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âWait a minute, all this shit was going on with you and you didn't tell us,â Melissa said with a frown.
âIt wasnât like that, honestly. There was so much going on with the kids and Chris, I really didnât want to be bothered with anybody,â Robyn replied.
âSis, with so much going on, thatâs exactly when you need to be bothered with us. Just like before, you wait until things get horrible before you say anything. Itâs not good for either of you.â
âYouâre right.â
âDoes Chris have any friends?â
âNone that Iâve seen him hang out with. Heâs literally been either here with me or at work since weâve been back together.â
âHe doesnât go out on the weekends or nothing.â
âNot that I know of. Then again, I can only speak for when I started living with him, what he did before that I donât know.â
âWell what do either of you do to relieve stress?â
âI watch TV or whatever. Usually heâll work out when heâs finished with classes but other than that, nothing.â
âYou donât go anywhere?â
âI canât go anywhere. Itâs not like I can freely walk around, I have to take the damn wheelchair.â
âI was wondering why you still using it.â
âI cannot breathe half the time. I am on anti-seizure medication and I cannot stand for more than 15 minutes. Yes, I still need the wheelchair.â
âWhat did your doctor say?â
âItâs complications from the pregnancy, and the seizure I had after my c-section. My body just hasnât recovered yet.â
âThatâs crazy.â
âTell me about it. The only time I really get outside is when I take my walks which is really just me pushing my wheelchair around the neighborhood until I canât walk anymore, since I get tired so easily.â
âSo what about after the kids are settled?â
âI go to sleep. I donât know what Chris be doing.â
âYâall are in the same room.â
âNo. He sleeps in the guest room.â
âSo yâall havenât-â Melissa gave Robyn a look and she laughed.
âNo Melissa, we havenât had sex. We havenât slept together since-Â in over 4 months.â
âSeriously?â
âYes. Iâm not in the condition to be fucking.â
âOk but no foreplay? No nothing?â
âNothing. We just started actually being nice to each other like two days ago, fucking was pretty much off the table even if I was healthy enough to engage in it.â
âYâall really have changed because back in the day, mad or not, yâall used to get it in. WIth other people in the same house too.â
Robyn laughed, âwe were young, horny, and carefree. Wasnât nothing that serious to not have sex over.â
âAnd why canât it be like that now?â
âExperience changes things.â
âThatâs true.â
âItâs hard to get aroused by someone you just wanted to choke five minutes ago.â Melissa laughed, âyou are so right, Sis. Sometimes Juan drives me to drink. Itâs just-ugh.â
âMen.â
âTell me about it. So about this new method yâall are trying?â
âChris made a point of how more open we were when we couldnât see each other. He thought maybe we should do a voice only video chat so we could focus on our actual words and not the delivery. It was weird at first but it kind of worked.â
âThatâs great. I am concerned about neither of you discussing your health issues. Yâall couldâve both been severely injured and neither wouldâve never known.â
âWe did agree that was a childish assumption we both made about each other. He wants to invite me to sit in on one of his therapy sessions.â
âReally? Are you gonna do it?â
âI donât know. I kind of feel like Iâm invading his safe space.â
âOr he wants you to be a part of his safe space. I think itâs sweet.â
âI guess. Iâm gonna have to think about it. Weâre still in a new space right now and I donât want to rush anything.â
âThatâs understandable. So whatâs the plan?â
âWe donât really have one. Weâve been pretty much winging it from day one, no need to stop now.â
Melissa laughed, âso he is moving back into the bedroom?â
âHe says he is but weâll see what happens tonight.â
âYâall going back upstate today?â
âWe were supposed to after he checked in with his bosses but that shouldâve been over hours ago now that I think of it.â
âMaybe he wanted to give you time to hang out with your friends. I havenât seen you in weeks.â
âThatâs because you wonât make that 2 hour drive.â
âYou say that like 2 hours isnât long as hell.â
âIt really isnât. Just get Juan to drive you up then.â
âHe hates driving, thatâs why we live in the city. Public transportation.â
âUgh, yâall suck.â
Melissa laughed, âso howâs my babies?â
âThey are good. Anesa is growing overnight and Christian is just the cutest little chunk.â
âAwwâŠâ Robyn handed Melissa her phone to look at some pictures, âthey are just adorable. Nesa with all that hair.â
âGirlâŠ.I thank God Leandra taught me how to braid because her hair is too much.â
âChristianâs hair is gonna grow a lot too.â
âHopefully heâll want to cut it when heâs older especially if it grows like his fatherâs.â
âI think he should grow it out.â
âWeâll see. Mel, can I ask you something?â
âWhat?â
âYou ever regret not having kids?â
âNo. I donât think parenting is for everybody. I love kids, donât get me wrong but everything that comes with having children is just not for me.â
âOh.â
âYou know Leleâs thinking about having another one?â
âWith Max?â
âWith who else? I wish she would just marry that man and get it over with.â
âI thought they did get married in PR and just didnât say anything about it.â
âThem two clowns didnât go through with it. She got into it with his mother then her and Max got into it so it didnât happen. Waste of my damn money.â
Robyn laughed, âwell, you did get a vacation out of it.â
âThatâs true.â
âWhat did they argue about?â
âHis mother didnât like the fact they were technically eloping, Max had the nerve to slightly agree with her and Lele let him have it. Told him to marry his mother if he wanted a traditional wedding so bad.â
âNo she didnât.â
âYes, she did.â
âThat girl is wild.â
âCh...they are all a mess.â
âI wonder if sheâs already pregnant to be honest.â
âIt would explain her wanting to have all three kids together all the time. Getting some practice, maybe.â
âLetâs ask her.â
Robyn called Leandra on FaceTime and waited as it rang. Within a few moments, her face came on the screen, âwhatâs up old bitches?â
âI know you arenât cursing in front of my children,â Robyn said.
âDo you see them anywhere in the background? So, no.â
âWhatever. What you doing?â
âTaking a break while the kids are taking a nap. When yâall coming back from lunch?â
âIn a little bit. Got a question.â
âShoot.â
âYou pregnant again?â
âWho told you?â
âNobody. So you are and didnât say anything?â
âIâm still in the first trimester. I always wait until the second to say anything. Howâd you know?â
âIt was just a wild guess since Mel said you were considering having another baby.â
âYea, I figured I get the last one out the way while my eggs still worked.â
Robyn laughed, âyou are so stupid. So howâs Daddy taking it?â
âMax is happy. Heâs been talking about it since Maxwell turned one.â
âWell thatâs good. So why didnât you tell me you and him didnât get married over vacation?â
âBecause I was still mad his short neck Mama messed it up. He was perfectly fine with just us, two witnesses and the preacher until she came in spouting Spanish and getting on my nerves. âOh, no one in our family elopes. You already had a baby out of wedlock, at least have a real wedding.â I was two seconds from cussing her out so I just cussed her son out instead.â
âLord Le.â
âLook, me and her have stayed out of each otherâs way the entire time me and Max have been together. That was not the day for her to decide to find a voice and start sticking her nose where it doesnât belong.â
âI guess.â
âSo whenâs your wedding?â
âI donât remember saying I was having one.â
âYou might as well, you already had a baby with the man.â
âI just started talking to him again this week, letâs not.â
âYâall finally stop being childish, huh?â
âWhatever.â
âYou were the one calling my house, thinking you were about to drive an hour and a half in the middle of the night to pick up your kids just so you didnât have to talk to him. Childish is the correct term.â
âYou donât have to remind me.â
âSo youâre talking? Are yâall fucking yet?â
âI physically cannot have sex right now.â
âYour stuff still split open?â
âLeandra!â
âWhat? I had a baby, I remember those first few months.â
âIâm still bleeding. My lungs are trash and I canât stand or walk for longer than 15 minutes.â
âDid the seizure do that?â
âYea.â
âOh Iâm sorry Boo. I guess ever having another one is out of the question.â
âOh of course. Once Iâm stable, I am getting my tubes tied. I got my baby and I am good. He wants more then weâll just adopt again.â
âThatâs true.â
âAre yâall gonna get married at some point?â
âProbably in a few weeks. I donât want to be all bloated and shit on my wedding day, even if it is us just standing in front of the judge. Our license is still good, we just gotta get the final part done and weâre married.â
âMe and my wheelchair will be there this time.â
âGood because itâs happening in NY. I am not wasting anymore money going out of town just for his Mama or somebody to ruin it. No go.â
Robyn laughed, âI hear that. Well Mel and I will be there in a little bit. Get some rest, Mommy to be.â
âI am. Luckily Christian sleeps so well.â
âHeâs a good baby.â
âYea. Well see yâall in a while.â
âAlright Le.â
Robyn hung up and turned to Melissa, âwhat else you wanna do before I gotta get the babies?â
âLetâs go in Nordstrom real quick.â
âLetâs do it.â
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Superposition
a deancas college roommates AU
Chapter 3 is up on AO3! You can also read every chapter on tumblr with this chapter masterlist!
An Old Friend
PresentÂ
âHello, Dean.âÂ
Dean thought his brain was going to explode. It ached from the accident in the shop, sure, but Cas sitting at his bedside was making the pounding ten times worse.Â
âWh-What are you doinâ here, man?â Dean choked out. His throat was dry, and he coughed to clear it. Cas reached below his chair and extended a bottle of water to Dean. Dean just stared at it.Â
âDrink it, youâll feel better,â Cas said. Dean slowly sat up to accept the water, not taking his eyes off of Cas the whole time. He opened and drank it, silently, watching Cas as if he were about to disappear. Dean was ninety-eight percent sure he would disappear.Â
âThanks,â Dean said after he had drained the bottle.Â
âTo answer your question,â Cas said, âI was on my way to Kansas City when my car just⊠Broke down. I had Triple A tow it to the nearest mechanic. I had no ideaâŠâÂ
I had no idea you worked there. Cas hadnât expected, hadnât meant to run into him here. That fact hurt more than Dean was willing to deal with, sitting in a hospital with God knows how many stitches in his forehead. He pushed the thought away and cleared his throat again.
âWhatâs in Kansas City?â He asked.Â
âA job.âÂ
âWriting job or accounting job?âÂ
Cas blinked at him. âAccounting. I never finished my creative writing degree.âÂ
Deanâs head whipped up at that, but he immediately regretted the movement. âAgh, fuck,â he said. âMy whole damn head hurts. What did I hit it on?âÂ
âIâm not sure, I didnât see,â Cas said. âThe doctor said you would probably have a concussion. They gave you eight stitches.âÂ
âConcussion, my ass,â Dean grumbled, but he knew Cas was right. He had only been sitting for a few minutes, but the room was swimming. It must have been obvious, because Cas stood up and placed a hand firmly on his chest. Dean flinched away at the touch.
âYou should lay back down.âÂ
âRight.â
Dean settled back against the pillow, attempting to keep his thoughts away from the pain in his head.
âSo⊠Accounting. In Kansas City,â Dean said. Cas nodded. âBig man. When did that happen?âÂ
âI interned at the firm last summer. They approved of my work enough to offer me a job post-graduation,â Cas explained.
âAh,â Dean said. Cas had been, at most, forty minutes away in the summer. And he hadnât even called, hadnât even bothered to stop by Lawrence. He closed his eyes â the lights were still too bright. âYou said you didnât finish the writing thing?â
âNo,â Cas said, shortly. âI was⊠It was too many courses. I would have had to take a fifth year. Committing to one major allowed me to graduate a semester early.âÂ
Dean murmured in understanding. âWhen did you graduate anyway? Damn it must have been ââÂ
âTwo weeks ago,â Cas said.Â
âWouldâve been nice to know.âÂ
Cas blinked at him. âI wasnât aware that you cared.âÂ
Dean drew his hand into a fist. âWhat the hell is ââÂ
âAh, Mr. Winchester, youâre awake.â A small woman in a doctorâs coat interrupted him. âIâm Dr. Barnes, your attending.âÂ
âNice to meet you, maâam. Thanks for sewing me up,â Dean said, pointedly avoiding looking at Cas.Â
âItâs not a problem. Iâm just going to check you out, make sure youâre doing all right.â She turned to Cas. âMr. Novak, I assure you, heâs in the best of hands here. Go get something to eat.âÂ
Cas gave Dean a final lingering stare before exiting the room.
âHow long was I out?â Dean asked as Dr. Barnes removed the bandage on his forehead to check his stitches.Â
âAbout twelve hours. Unsurprisingly, you lost a lot of blood. That coupled with the head trauma had you knocked down pretty good.â
âTwelve hours,â Dean muttered. âDamn, so itâs Thursday already?âÂ
Dr. Barnes nodded. âIâm going to need you to follow this light with your eyes, okay?â Dean did. She studied him for a moment. âWell, youâre definitely concussed.âÂ
âHow long til it goes away?â Dean asked, irritated. He couldnât bear the idea of leaving Bobby alone in the shop for long. Plus, Sam was coming for Christmas, and he would jump at the possibility of bossing Dean around for once. The thought alone was irritating.Â
âBest guess? A week, minimum. No screens for at least the next twelve hours. And drink lots of water. Iâll print some other information out for you to help speed up the recovery.âÂ
Dean thanked her, and she smiled. âThat Mr. Novak a good friend of yours?â She asked.Â
âAn old friend,â Dean said in reply.Â
âI only ask because he quite literally hasnât left your side since he brought you in. Knew all your information, too,â Dr. Barnes said. âItâs nice to have friends like that.âÂ
âI guess,â was all Dean could say.
âSpeak of the devil,â Dr. Barnes said as Cas returned to the room, holding two bags of Doritos and two more water bottles. âMr. Winchester is healing up nicely, but heâs definitely concussed. Do me a favor and make sure he doesnât go back to that shop until next week?âÂ
Casâ eyes flickered to Dean, then back to Dr. Barnes. âYou have my word.âÂ
âExcellent. Well, Mr. Winchester, Iâll just go print off some paperwork, and then youâll be free to go.âÂ
âThanks, Doctor,â Dean said.Â
When she had left the room, Cas sat back down in his chair, placing one of the waters and chip bags on Deanâs bed. âI figured you might be hungry.â
âWhatever,â Dean said, opening the bag. âThey didnât have any beer?âÂ
âThis is a hospital, Dean,â Cas deadpanned. âBesides, Iâm fairly certain alcohol would do nothing to aid your recovery process.âÂ
âWhat do you know,â Dean muttered, but downed half of the water in one go, anyway. âHow long are you in Lawrence?âÂ
âAs long as it takes for Mr. Singer to fix my car, I suppose,â Cas said.Â
âBobby,â Dean corrected automatically. Hearing his boss referred to as Mr. Singer was just cosmically wrong.Â
âRight.âÂ
âWell, I hate to break it to you, but thatâs probably going to take a while.â
âWhat? How long?âÂ
Dean shrugged. âIf Iâm out for a whole week⊠God, itâd probably take two, maybe three depending on how serious it is. Weâre the most trusted shop in Lawrence, weâve got appointments, and we gotta take care of them first.â This was mostly true, but Dean doubted that whatever was wrong with Castielâs car couldnât be fixed in a week. But he needed Cas to give up the noble role of caretaker as soon as possible.Â
Cas narrowed his eyes at that. âAnd Iâm sure if you were to get back to work sooner, this problem could be avoided?âÂ
âExactly.â
âWell,â Cas sighed. âItâs a good thing my starting date isnât for another three weeks. I was just coming down early to get settled. But I can wait.âÂ
Dean stared at him for a moment. He really couldnât stand the idea of sitting around for a week with nothing to do. But if he knew Cas at all â and he thought perhaps he still did â he knew Cas would relay the doctorâs orders to Bobby, who would then resolutely deny Dean any hours at the shop.
âWhere are you gonna stay?â
âIâll get a hotel.âÂ
Dean blinked. âThe hell you will. For three weeks? Dumbest shit Iâve ever heard.âÂ
âDean,â Cas started, but Dean cut him off.Â
âNo way. Look, I get back to work on Monday, your carâs fixed on Tuesday. I owe you one, Iâll work fast. Then youâre out of here. We can pretend this never happened, you can get on with your life in the big city.âÂ
âYou have a concussion.â
âYeah, and since when did you give a damn about what happened to me?â Deanâs voice had gone low. The original shock of seeing Cas had worn off. All that was left was a low-burning rage. He was angry, so angry that Cas was here, that Cas essentially gave him a concussion, that Cas drove him to the hospital, that Cas stayed with him the whole night, that Cas could leave and waltz back in whenever he pleased and Dean couldnât even pretend to hate him.Â
Cas stiffened. âI⊠Dean, you â â
âNo, man.â The anger died as fast as it had ignited. Deanâs head was positively throbbing now. He wiped his face with a hand. âYou should go.â
âYou canât drive, Dean.âÂ
Dean inhaled slowly through his nose to keep from yelling at the other man, right here in the middle of the hospital. âCas, I swear to fucking GodâŠâÂ
âYouâre acting like a child,â Cas said.
âYeah, Iâm the childish one,â Dean said under his breath.
Cas narrowed his eyes as he approached Deanâs bed. His proximity, not to mention the steeliness of his gaze, made Dean feel like squirming.Â
âI donât care if you have a problem with me. Iâm not going to let you drive home with a head injury. We were friends once, and I donât intend to dishonor that by allowing you to do something this stupid.â When Dean opened his mouth to protest, Cas cut him off with, âDo you really want to do this right now?âÂ
And âthisâ meant so many things all at once that Dean almost lost track of the argument they were having in the first place. Do you really want to talk about why I left right now? Do you really want to yell at me for disappearing right now? Do you really want to argue about who is and isnât allowed to drive right now?
They stared at each other for a moment, Casâ gaze unfathomable, Deanâs angry.
âNo,â Dean grumbled. âJust get me out of here.âÂ
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Time Heals.....Chapter Fifty-Four Pt. 2
âI knew theyâd be excited but I was not expecting that,â Robyn said as she pulled on her underwear. Chris walked out the bathroom while wrapping a towel around his waist, âI wasnât expecting that either. Has everybody been planning our future and not telling us about it?â
âApparently so.â
Chris chuckled lowly as he sat on the bed and grabbed his lotion. He frowned at the emptiness of the bottle, âBabe, can I use some of your lotion?â
Robyn chuckled, âI told you that you were out yesterday. You didnât go to the store?â
âI forgot.â
âI donât use lotion, itâs shea butter mixed with coconut oil. It goes on like a cream.â
âThatâs why you always smell so good.â
Robyn handed him a plastic container and he scooped out a dime size bit to rub in between his hands, âwhat you think?â
âIt feels good. I like that it stays solid at room temperature too.â
âI bought it a natural food market. Itâs an African lady that sells it, Ms. Ogri.â
âWeâll have to get some more then. I donât wanna use up all your stuff.â
âNot worried about it. Whatâs mine is yours.â
âThanks Babe.â
âNo problem. You finish with your towel?â
âYup. You can take it.â
Chris slipped on his boxers then handed the towel to Robyn. She dropped it into the clothes hamper by the closet door then turned off the bathroom light, âyou need anything while Iâm up?â
âNo. Iâm good. Come lay down.â
Robyn turned off the bedroom light and climbed into the bed. Chris wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she laid her head on his chest, âyou ok? Iâm still getting a really weird vibe from you.â
âDo you think thereâs something wrong with me for not wanting to have a ceremony?â
âNo. Why would you think that?â
Robyn shrugged and Chris pushed up to sit up against their pillows, âSit up with me.â
Robyn sat up and pressed her head against the headboard.
âTalk to me, Baby. Whatâs going on?â
âI was telling Mel and Lele about the whole proposal and they just made me feel like I was wrong for not wanting a ceremony. Like it was crazy to skip it.â
âRobyn, youâre the one getting married. Why does it matter what they think?â
âI donât know but its irritating me.â
âListen, I do not want you to feel like you have to do anything you donât want to do. This is our wedding and it needs to be for our comfort. And I love our families but fuck them if they have a problem with the way we want to do this. My concern is you. And if worrying about what they want is gonna have you feeling like you are right now, I donât want you to be worry about it. If it was up to me, Iâd marry you tonight, ok. Donât give nobody that kind of power over you, ok?â
âOk. Iâm sorry. I really didnât want to be bothered by it but it was just-â
âBaby, you care about your family and their opinions, even if you donât really listen to them. Iâm no different in that aspect but what I really care about is how you feel. Your opinion is the only one that holds weight here. You are not crazy or wrong for not wanting to have a ceremony. Thatâs your right.â
âDo you want one?â
âNo. Especially if you donât want one.â
âBabe, I donât want to be selfish and take the experience away from you either.â
âYou arenât. What I want to experience is right here with me. What Iâm concerned about is that piece of paper declaring us legally connected. Wedding ceremonies are cool, donât get me wrong but they arenât the end-all be-all. Thereâs nothing but death that would keep me from marrying you whether itâs at an altar or standing in front of a  court clerk.â
Robyn smiled and gently palmed the side of his face, âThank you. I really needed to hear that.â
âRobyn Baby, donât let anybody get you down or make you question yourself. You know what you want and I have no problem giving that to you.â
âWhat if we elope?â
âReally?â
âYea, just me, you and the girls.â
âWeâll need witnesses.â
âWeâll get two people we trust not to say anything then.â
âIs that what you really want to do?â
âChris, I need my sanity and trying to plan a wedding is gonna ruin it. I hated it the first time I got married and I really donât want to go down that road again.â
âRobs, you donât owe me an explanation.â
âYou are the only person I owe one to. I really appreciate you being so sweet about this.â
Chris smiled and pecked her lips, âI love you and I want you to be happy. Thatâs all that matters to me.â
âI know. Thank you.â
âDonât thank me, letâs just brainstorm a way to make this work. How about we go to the court house and get married? The girls can still get to carry flowers and stuff but we skip all the other hoopla.â
âAre you sure?â
âI am absolutely sure.â
Robyn smiled as she hugged him tightly, âYouâre incredible.â
Chris laughed, âyou getting soft on me, Ms. Fenty?â
âI can take it back, Christopher.â
âNo, thatâs fine. Iâma shut up.â
Robyn laughed as she leaned into his chest, âseriously this means a lot.â
âYou mean a lot to me.â
âI love you.â
âI love you too, Baby.â
âWait, we canât tell the twins whatâs going on though because they will snitch.â
âWeâll make it a surprise for them then.â
âGood.â
âGood. Can we sleep now?â
âDid I tire you out in the shower that bad?â
âYou gotta stop with those tricks, Woman. It be taking days before I feel like my dick works again.â
Robyn laughed out loud as she wrapped her arms around his waist, âbut youâre a quick study. It makes it fun.â
âI bet.â
âGoodnight Christopher.â
âGoodnight Bajan Girl.â
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âKnock. Knock.â
Robyn looked up from her computer screen and smiled, âHey you.â
âHowâs the love of my life doing?â
âMuch better. What you doing here?â
Chris held up a large cardboard box, âlunch.â
âThanks Babe, I had a taste for some BBQ too.â
âI figured that. Save whatever you doing and come with me.â
âWe not eating here?â
âNah, itâs pretty outside plus I want to run some stuff by you real quick.â
âOh ok. Let me change my phone to out of office and grab my purse.â
Robyn saved her work, locked her computer and changed her phone setting before grabbing her purse from the locked bottom drawer of her desk. She turned off her lights and met Chris at the door, âthereâs a really nice set of tables in the pavilion downstairs.â
âWe can eat there the I want to take you somewhere for a bit.â
âAfter you.â
Robyn locked her office, left a note on her assistantâs desk then followed Chris to the elevators.
âHow has work been?â
âPretty good. We had this long ass virtual conference this morning so my boss let us go early. I figured why not spend the extra time with my favorite girl.â
âIâm already marrying you, you know.â
âI know, doesnât hurt to work for security.â
Robyn giggled as they got inside the empty elevator car, âtalk to Mama lately?â
âBoth of them actually. Nothing out of the ordinary. You?â
âYea. Mama Fenty is already planning for the reunion this year. I guess my fatherâs side of the family wants to show up this year and my Guyanese folks do too.â
âThat should be fun. Have I met them?â
âYou met some of them when you came there as a teenager but most of them will be new to you.â
âCool. You doing ok?â
âIâm good. Had to take the twins to their doctorâs appointment yesterday.â
âThey told me they went. I couldâve taken them, you know.â
âItâs not a huge deal besides the office is right down the street from my dentist office so I still made my appointment in time.â
âOh ok. You know you still should be telling me about some of these appointments. You donât have to take them by yourself.â
âIt honestly slipped my mind.â
âNot a problem. Which way are we going?â
Robyn pointed to sparsely filled area a few yards in front of them, âdid you get something to drink? We can stop in the little convenience store on the first floor before we go that way.â
âDrinks and cups already in here.â
âYou do plan for everything?â
âAlways prepared for you.â
Robyn rolled her eyes and they continued walking until they came to a back picnic table. It was shielded by a set of trees and bushes but there was just enough sunlight peeking through.
âYouâve been out here before.â
âA few times but not often and not in the last two years or so.â
âYou like being cooped up in that office?â
âNo, I like being alone and being out here during lunchtime when itâs warm, too many people.â
âAh ok.â
They sat down and Chris doled out the food.
âSo what did you want to talk to me about?â
âI wanted to take you to see about a dress.â
âOh.â
âI know we havenât set a date yet for our wedding but if itâs just a court thing, I still want you to have a beautiful dress.â
âYou know what I didnât even think about it.â
âOh.â
âNot like that. I was so focused on the girlsâ dresses and what flowers they could carry, my dress completely slipped my mind. I want it to be nice for them, you know?â
âYes and I want it to be nice for you.â
âAre we going to a store?â
âActually I got two dresses sent to a nearby showroom for you.â
âFrom where?â
âNew Orleans.â
âChristopher.â
âDonât say my name like that. I swear it wasnât a lot of money and they arenât super extravagant so you could definitely wear them for a fancy date or something.â
âWhat dresses did you get sent here?â
âThose two white gowns I saw you sneaking looks at when we went shopping there.â
âWhat white- you saw that?â
âI absolutely did. I was gonna ask if you wanted to go into the store to try them on but you tried to act like you didnât know what I was talking about.â
Robyn chuckled as she took a sip of soda, âit wasnât that deep.â
âNo but you clearly really liked them.â
âHow did you know they even had my size?â
âI called and asked. Iâm always paying attention even when you think Iâm not.â
âWait- so you bought them even though I havenât tried them on yet.â
âYea. If you donât like them for a wedding dress, weâll just find another one. They can always be used at a later date.â
âChristopher, thatâs a lot of-â
âNo, it wasnât. We are not discussing finances. I will give you my accountant to talk to if you think Iâm wasting money.â
âThatâs not necessary. Dramatic.â
Chris laughed, âyou the one always worried about my pockets. Iâm good, Babe.â
âIâll take your word for it.â
âThat âfor nowâ is silent, I guess.â
âOh shut up.â
They laughed and Chris kissed the back of her hand, âyou sure youâre ok?â
âLifeâs changing but I can handle it.â
âYouâll let me know if you canât?â
âI will.â
âGood. What else you got planned for today?â
âNothing. Come back to the office, finish up a presentation then home since the girls are still at your house.â
âYou decide when you wanna move in?â
âHavenât thought about it. I gotta sort though and see what stuff Iâm taking with me, selling or putting into storage.â
âAre you gonna have a hard time with that?â
âWhat you mean?â
âI know you still have a lot of Michaelâs stuff packed away in your garage. I imagine it might be difficult to go through it again.â
âYou know, thinking about him doesnât make me as sad as it used to but I guess I wonât really know until I start.â
âDo you want me to-â
Robyn started shaking her head before Chris even finished his sentence, âIâm an adult, a few tears wonât kill me.â
Chris twisted up his lips in skepticism before taking a sip of his drink, âweâll see.â
âYou donât think I can do it.â
âI absolutely think you can but I also think itâs gonna be really emotional for you. Robyn, you havenât dated at all since he passed which means you havenât given much thought about what itâd be like to fully move on. You literally turned your master bedroom into a storage closet rather than sleep in it again. Youâre gonna feel some kind of way.â
âAnd I will deal with it when it happens.â
âWell, Iâm always available for support.â
âI wonât need it but thank you.â
Chris nodded his head as he finished off his macaroni and cheese, âwhat time do you need to be back?â
âBy 3. I have a budget meeting at 3:15.â
âCool, we have time then.â
  Robyn turned on the lights in her former master bedroom and looked around the untouched space. She hadnât stepped foot in here since the day before Michaelâs funeral. That day she was just in a rush to pack everything away so she wouldnât have to look at it, she canât even remember what was actually in here. She sighed as she looked at the stacked boxes, âI guess nowâs a good time as any.â
There wasnât as much stuff as she initially thought as she started removing the tops. Many of the boxes were in fact empty; those she placed inside each other and gathered away in a one corner. She pulled a large plastic bin from against the wall and her breath caught as she looked at the label. It was everything from her wedding day. Opening it, right on top was her wedding dress encased in a plastic garment bag. Holding up the bag, she unzipped it and pulled out the gown. It was still pristine white. She chuckled at the size on the tag. When she was pregnant, she had gained about 60 pounds, so she went from wearing a size 6 to a size 14. Lucky for her it was mostly baby.
She sat down on the floor with the dress in her lap as she started digging through more of the items. Next was the guest signing book and photo album. She flipped the photo album open and the first page was her and Michael posing together and he was cradling her belly. They had decided to do the photo session before the wedding as a precaution. As she started flipping through more photos, she didnât feel the sadness she was concerned about. It was more of a relief than she anticipated. The sense of finality, that she was finally, officially moving on washed over her as she held her wedding dress in her hands. She didnât need a ceremony. She didnât need the extravaganza or anything of the noise. Her journey here had been enough. She just wanted peace for her and Chris and thereâs was no better way to ensure that than to do things the way they wanted to.
 Just as she left the room, her phone rang. Robyn slid over the answer key, âYes Christopher.â
âYou ok?â
âIâm fine. You really donât have to keep checking on me.â
âI know but Iâll do it anyway.â
âClearly. Howâs our babies?â
âThey are good. Getting ready for bed. You coming back this way?â
âDo you want me to?â
âAlways.â
Robyn giggled, âI have a preposition for you that might make life easier for you.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âLetâs get married this weekend.â
âThis weekend?â
âYup. In New Orleans. They only have a 24 hour waiting period and I donât see any reason to wait any longer than that.â
âAre you sure?â
âAbsolutely.â
âThen Iâm in.â
âGood. See you in an hour.â
âOk. Be careful.â
âI will, Baby.â
âI love you.â
âLove you too.â
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 Chris handed Robyn a bottle of juice as he sat next to her at the gate, âI was surprised we got the day off on a Thursday.â
âIt always help to have a good relationship with your supervisor.â
âThatâs true, â Chris looked over to Erin and Erica who were sitting at a table coloring, âyou think theyâve figured anything out yet?â
âNah, I just told it was a quick vacation. I think we can make a room for some fun over the weekend.â
âYou thought about a honeymoon?â
âNot really. You?â
âNot really either.â
Robyn laughed, âI mean we donât have to take one right after. We can hold off for whenever.â
âWorks for me.â
âNervous?â
âMore so anxious. We have a meeting with my realtor next week.â
âYouâre ready to sell already?â
âYea. I donât see the purpose of waiting.â
âHowâd the room cleaning go?â
âIt went really well. I got rid of most of the stuff, whatever his mother didnât want, I either threw away or donated.â
âIâm proud of you.â
âThank you, Babe.â
Chris pulled her close and kissed her temple, âwas it hard?â
âIt wasnât as hard as I thought it wouldâve been. It was more relief than anything. I think the time was just right, you know? After 9 years, I think it was time to move onâ
âEver wish you wouldâve done it sooner?â
âHonestly, no. I didnât really have a reason to do it sooner. It gave the girls some connection to him and I got to keep my memories.â
âDo you think it removes any of those things?â
âNo. His things being there was just my comfort, you know. Kept my life familiar. Now I realize, my memories and the twins memories of him arenât going anywhere regardless of whether I kept his things or not. I donât think I wouldâve been receptive enough in the past to even consider that. Besides I wasnât ready to move on.â
âWho are you? What have you done with my Robyn?â
Robyn laughed as she playfully shoved his shoulder, âstop it especially since you the one made me confront all this stuff.â
âI did do that, huh?â
âWould you have made me get rid of his stuff before I moved in?â
âNo, I wouldâve waited until you were ready. It wouldâve had to be in storage, of course but other than, no problem here.â
âYouâre sweet. Whereâs my Chris?â
âHe grew up.â
Robyn smiled and pecked his lips, âyou ready for this?â
âIâve been ready.â
About fifteen minutes later, they were boarding the plane to New Orleans.
  âMommy, you look so pretty,â Erica said as Robyn walked into the living room of their hotel suite.
âYou think so?â Robyn gave a quick turn, âthank you, sweetie. You look beautiful.â
âThank you. Daddy said weâre going out to dinner later.â
âWe are. We might be going on a haunted house tour this weekend too.â
âReally? Thatâs so cool.â
âIâm glad you think so. Weâre gonna try and find as much fun stuff to do for our little vacation.â
âYay!
Robyn carefully patted the top of her head to make sure she didnât flatten her curls before directly Erica to sit down.
âChris, Babe, are you ready yet?â
âWeâre coming,â Chris replied as he and Erin walked into the living room. He stopped short as he looked up at Robyn, âwow.â
Robyn blushed as she brushed a stray hair behind her ear, âdonât look at me like that, youâre making me nervous.â
âIâm sorry. You just look incredible.â
âThank you.â
âYou wanna tell them now or wait until we get to the courthouse?â
âNow if you want.â
âIs something wrong, Mommy? Daddy?â Erin asked.
âHow about you sit down next to your sister? Mommy and Daddy have something important we want to tell you, â Robyn replied.
Erin sat down next to her sister as Robyn and Chris sat across from them on the ottoman, âMommy is it bad news?â
âNo, itâs very good news. Chris, do you want to do the honors?â
âWell me and Mommy didnât want to wait so weâre getting married today.â
âYay!!â Erin and Erica exclaimed as they jumped up to hug their parents.
âDo we still get to be flower girls?â
âAbsolutely. We have your baskets and bouquets in the car downstairs.â
âIs anyone else coming?â
âNo, we just wanted it to be us and our girls. Weâll surprise them later.â
âOh ok.â
âSo you ready for the wedding?â
âYes, can we go now? I wanna drop some flowers.â
Chris and Robyn chuckled as they stood up, âletâs go get married.â
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Used To Be (Part 8)
Warnings; Angst, A Little Bit Of Fluff(Maybe) Self-Esteem & swearing. Mental Abuse, Toxic Relationship, Donât Read If It Might Trigger You.
This Is All Made Up, I Donât Believe The Boys Would Do Any Of This. Our Boys Are Angelsâ€ïž
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You were at loss the next weeks, it became harder for you. You would see Jungkook walking around school, ignoring you like you never existed in his life. He became popular having girls around him. When you guys were friends, girls didnât get close to him because Jungkook only paid attention to you. Chan well letâs just say it hasnât been easy since you had agreed to the marriage proposal. You wished you could of said no but losing your son is a pain that no mother should go through. You felt like the whole world was just against you but your son was the only reason you kept going, hiding away the pain.
A few weeks later, you were about 6 months now. You definitely couldnât hide your bump anymore and at this point everybody knew that your were caring Chanâs baby but nobody knew the deal that was going on between you and him. He made sure to keep that on the low. He was still dating Rachel & if you werenât pregnant you know damn well that she would definitely bully you physically but she made sure to only do it verbally. And there wasnât a day that didnât go by that she reminded you what a slut, home wrecker, whore you were for throwing yourself at Chan.
Being 6 months pregnant was becoming harder because with your bump growing everyday it was harder to get to place or even putting on shoes. Chan and his friends made sure to be with you at one point of the day helping you with whatever you needed. Every morning at least one of them would pick you up from your house and drive you to school. You hated how much control Chan had in your life but you had no one else to rely on.
It was a regular Friday, you were getting ready for another day of a school. The only exciting event was that you were going to see Jimin today and of course Baby Groot. Classes were rather slow, girls glaring at you while there were actually some that feel sorry for you. You were getting ready to leave when you saw Jungkook at his locker. Everybody was in class and it was just you took. âShould I talk to him?â You thought, staring at him biting you lip. You decided go for it,âUm hey Jungkook!â You said while looking at the floor moving your gaze up to meet his cold ones.
âWhat do you want?â He asked his voice calm. âI was just wondering how you were doing?â You said your voice shaking a little. You were nervous itâs been weeks since you talked to him and your last conversation thanks to Chris didnât go well. âIâm doing good, I can see youâre doing good. Seems like the baby is growingâ you said with a softer voice when he noticed your body language. It was like you were scared of saying the wrong thing.
âYea, he is growing. Do you umm wanna see a picture?â You asked your hand reaching for your phone. âYea i would like tooâ Jungkook couldnât lie and say he didnât miss you. Of course he did, but the fact that you lied to him was a big deal for him because he had dealt with liars before and he hated it. âMy doctor said he is growing healthy. He said Iâm gonna have a normal delivery hopefully.â You said with a huge smile on your face showing him your ultrasound picture.
âThatâs great to hear! Iâm glad you guys are doing good! I gotta get to class.â He said closing his locker, getting his books and leaving. âWait Jungkook, i wanted to tell you that Chan lied. I swear! He didnât want to be in the babyâs life & he is threatening me to take him away if I donât do what he says.â You ranted out, you noticed jungkook giving you a confused look. You hoped he believe you but he stared turned cold the second his gaze meet yours. âStop fucking lying to me! I thought I would be able to figure you but you keep lying I canât. Bye (y/n)â with that he walked away.
You let out a shaky breath, âwhy canât you guys believe me.â You left not even telling Chan you were leaving or waiting for him. You went to your doctors appointment and Jimin told you everything was good nothing to worry about. He gave you some pictures for you to take home. Jimin noticed your mood but because you were barely talking decided to give your space. With that you left to your house & changed. Feeling tired and exhausted, you were about to fall asleep when there was a knock on your door.
With a heavy sigh you got up and walk towards the door, opening it there was no surprise that it was Chan. You walked away back to your room with Chan behind you closing your door. You went to lay down on the bed when you heard Chan speak. âWhy didnât you wait for me?â âBecause I didnât feel like it.â You whisper your back facing him.
âI donât care what you feel, you know better!â Chan voice was raising little by little. You were exhausted of just everything at this point. Everything you did was wrong, âSo what Chan! What the fuck do you want! These past few weeks Iâve been dealing with your shit. With your friends, your girlfriend what more do you want for me. I agreed didnât I, but I only did it because I love my son and I would be damned if I let you take him away from me! God I donât even know who the fuck you are anymore. You were never like this, you never treated me like crap but fuck Iâm tired of dealing with you. I have no one okay! I lost jungkook because you fucking lied to him! Fuck Christopher! Ahhh!!!â You couldnât event think straight everything was coming out before you could stop yourself.Â
Chan was just starting at you with an amused smirk but you could of swore you saw a bit of guilt in his eyes, you say the love that he once had for you but it quickly disappeared.
âGet dressedâ he said after you rant. He put a box next you. You sat up, wiped your tears and opened the box. You knew that fighting with him was useless. Your eyes widen in shocked as you saw a white dress with flats. âWhat the hell is this?â When you looked up at Chan you saw him wearing a tuxedo. He look good you couldnât lie. âWhat does it look like baby? Itâs our wedding day. Make sure you do your hair and make up but hurry up we donât have that much time. Itâs in about an hourâ he said like nothing.
âWhat the hell? You said we were going to get married until after schoolâ you said getting up from the bed. âYea but I decided why Wait? Right? Now hurry up before I dress you myselfâ Chan said getting annoyed with your questions. âBu-â You didnât get to finished as Chan cut you off. âJust get ready! Donât make me repeat myself!â Chan voices boomed making you shut up and started to get ready. Chan mad was a different site that you were used too but you were definitely scared.
After 40 mins you were dressed and ready to go. The dress that Chan got for you was beautiful, it fit you perfectly it was loose around your stomach but you could see your bump. Looking at yourself you felt beautiful. You walked out of your room to find Chan on his phone but putting it away onceâs he saw you, walking towards the door you quickly followed trying not to make him more upset. He got in the car, you following and closing the door before he took off to god knows where but you stayed quiet, holding back tears.
âStop fucking crying! Iâm giving you what you wantâ Chan said hearing the anger in his voice, made you quiet down.Â
âWhat I want? What I want is for you to love me like you did before. What changedâ you thought looking out of the window.Â
You stopped at the court house and you knew there was no turning back now. Chan walked to your side of the door and opened it. Grabbing your hand helping you out, walking hand in hand towards the court house.
Once inside you heart dropped. Chanâs friends were there but seeing Jungkook there was like a stabbed to the heart. âLook Happy because after this you wonât know what it was like to be happyâ Chan whispered in your ear giving you a kiss on the cheek and left you to say hi to his guest. You stared at Jungkook and he looked away, walking towards Chan giving him a bro hug. None of them giving you a second glance.
Walking towards the judge, you both said your I doâs, kissing and walked out hand in hand.Â
You were numb âhow did my life get like this?â You thought.Â
You were brought back from your thoughts and say Woojin and Seungmin making their way towards you. âHey congratulations! We wish you guys the best!â Woojin said pulling you into a hug, after Seungmin. All you could do was say Thank you and smile. Jungkook was next but he just said congratulations and walked away. You didnât miss the fact that he didnât even glance your way. He said goodbye to Chan and his friends and left. You were waiting for Chan to finish so you could go home.
âIâm pretty sure you are aware that your moving into my house now. My guys already brought your stuff and set it upâ he said it so calmly you thought it was a lie. âOkayâ was all you said. Chan drove you guys home, you sat quietly in your seat, playing with the hem of your dress. You arrived at your new house and were shocked to see how big it was. This was definitely a different house then the one you saw Chan live before.Â
âSince we are married now, this house is a gift from my parents. You stay on your side and Iâll stay on mineâ Chan said pulling up, turning off the car and getting off. You followed him inside the house.
âWelcome To your new house baby girl! Well Iâm going out to celebrate our wedding day. But you canât leave this house whatsoever. Iâll be back later!â With that he left you alone in the house that didnât feel like a home.
âHereâs to our new life! I promise Iâll get you out of here!â You said to your son.
Chanâs POV
âSeeing her scared of me made me feel guilty but I shouldnât feel this way. She lied and used me. I can never forgive her. Behind that sweet innocent act, thereâs nothing but a gold digger waiting to come out. All she wanted was my money and the title she would get. Thatâs exactly what Iâm giving her. Nobody makes a fool of me and gets away with it. I will make her pay, even if it hurts me. Why canât I stop loving her? My heart aches and wants nothing but to hold her but no Chan you gotta show her that youâre nobodyâs foolâ Chan thought as he left to go out with his friends and end the night in Rachelâs bed for the night.Â
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Hey guys!Â
Sorry it took me awhile to post part 8 but I just moved into my new house and Iâve been busy moving my stuff and organize it as well but I promise I will post when I get the chance!
Also Iâm going to go see SKZ tomorrow night a& Iâm so excited. It inspired me to upload part 8!Â
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I have no one to vent to about health junk so Iâm just gonna scream under the cut
âhell yeah Iâm gonna get two coffees today and get all my work done and itâs gonna be great bc I stayed up til 2am last night due to my job and have class until 9:30pm or later tonight so I gotta stay energizedâ *drinks half of second coffee, which admittedly has 2 shots of espresso or more in it* heart: haha, so you choose death then?
I hate it I hate alskddfskjl I know I already wrote a vent fic about AFib but it didnât work bc it just keeps happening and getting worse. it feels like Iâm suffocating like I just canât breathe bc somethingâs not right but I literally canât do anything about it. my chest will just get tighter and tighter until my heart finally starts skipping beats or stopping and it makes me feel so faint. but Iâm just sitting doing nothing whenever it happens, Iâm not even. walking. standing. Iâm just. and itâs always been like that!! I donât understand and I hate it, I hate that doctors donât believe me and I canât afford an EKG or heart monitor. AFib runs in my family, so do other heart problems. my uncle died in his 40s of a sudden AFib attack. this was in January 2020. I panic that Iâm going to die too. but I canât afford the tests, I probably canât even afford medication. idk what Iâm going to do. itâs hard enough to get to the drs appointments I already have for T and post-op stuff. I canât afford another surgery and I know I need 2 but Iâm trying to ignore that until I canât walk anymore, so Iâve got a few more months hopefully.
people keep nagging me about my eating problems too. I canât. idk if thatâs why my heart is fucking up rn. I know Iâm underweight but I canât do anything about it. I ate lunch yesterday and got annoyed w myself for wasting an hour to eat, and I didnât even eat a meal I just got fries and hung out w a friend. she told me I have an eating disorder and I canât accept that bc I donât have time for more health problems, I really donât. Iâm eating enough that I donât feel faint, that I have energy, that my thoughts are running as fast as they need to be. none of my clothes fit anymore. Iâm eating high calorie foods every chance I get to try to gain back what I lost a few weeks ago but gaining weight has always been hard for me. I didnât really eat for 5 days and I figured it would be fine bc my body would go into starvation mode like always and Iâd gain weight when I stopped feeling sick, but I was wrong. I donât want to be underweight or thin or anything, I like being soft. I liked my curves even, though T got rid of those a while ago. Iâm trying not to look at myself in the mirror anymore bc I can see my ribs and my hips, and my prof keeps showing us images of ppl w anorexia so we can see how skin covers bone for figure drawing. I donât like seeing myself that way.
maybe if I have a heart attack or I faint and get hospitalized I can finally catch a break. Iâll be stressing to no end while Iâm forced into bedrest, but at least Iâll have a reason to take a break. Iâll be marked absent for all my classes and my GPA will tank bc they donât give a shit about students here but at least Iâll have the excuse I need to be selfish for a while. I hate that venting isnât helping right now, but ofc it wonât help when my back hurts and I canât tell if itâs from stress or my heart. I just have a feeling that if I wear a heart monitor and do the tests theyâll come back negative like the time I got an EEG for my seizures. I will have seizures for the foreseeable future now, bc there is no easy way to fix stress-related health problems other than lessening stress levels.
which I canât do.
and if they tell me hey, you donât have heart problems and the only reason you think you do is bc youâre stressed and itâs manifesting physically again.. but hereâs a massive bill anyway, fuck you... I canât handle that. I canât afford it. maybe I can convince my mom to take me for an EKG when I go on break for the winter. she wonât pay but at least Iâll have free time to get the tests done. I canât even ask a relative what their heart condition feels like, bc theyâve all died at this point. Iâve always thought Iâd die young, but from liver failure or something, not a heart attack.
I canât afford this. I need to be healthy and fine. I have too much going on in my life to worry about my health.
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the secrets that we keep pt 5
Tim Wright x Reader
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A/n: this one is long as FUCK and i am SORRY. It only gets shittier from here, folks. Thanks for being dank with meeeee. Iâm so happy that the first series on my blog is a Tim Wright fic LMAO
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Tagging: @monst @ikinabi
NAVIGATION: Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five (HERE) | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight
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Genre: Mystery, Angst, Horror, Hurt/Comfort Rated: Everyone Warning: Horror, Angst, Slight Swearing, Blood, Mentions of Blood, Nudity, Slight Sexual Theme
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Author: dabisburntnut
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When you woke up again, the car was moving, the radio softly playing. Tim was talking on the phone, most likely with his boss, and you turned over. Tim glanced over at you, and his hand gently brushed against your hair. You sighed, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his fingers gently scratching against your scalp.
â-Yeah, I just thought a little vacation would be nice. I wasnât able to file the request until yesterday, though. Iâll try not to be late with it again the next time.â
Tim said into the phone, making you glance up at him. Timâs thumb brushed against your cheek, and you grabbed his hand, kissing his palm. Tim looked over at you, eyes wide and ears pink, and he turned away, coughing slightly. You giggled lightly, and Timâs lip curled up slightly.
âYeah, itâs no problem. Iâll see you in two weeks.â
Tim hung up and he asked you, looking down at you again.
âGood morningâŠhow are you feeling?â
The memories of the night before made you still, thinking back on the feeling ofâŠwhoever was in the backseat breathing on you, and you replied quietly.
âIâm feeling fine. Where are we headed?â
Tim was quiet, seeming to contemplate your answer and question before saying quietly.
âWeâre gonna go back to Alabama for our thingsâŠand thereâs something that I gotta do. Once we get our stuff and I finish what I need to do then weâre going to officially leaveâŠI donât know where weâre going to go once we get out of Alabama, but I know that itâs going to be anywhere but.â
You wished you didnât have to, but you knew you needed to. You and Tim didnât have enough to just go buy clothes while still being able to afford food and a hotel every once in a while. You suggested softly.
âWe should also grab all of our non-perishable foods from the apartmentâŠI think I have a cooler somewhere so we can at least have some drinks.â
Tim was surprised that you werenât protesting and throwing a fit at the thought of going back to Alabama. It made him wonder if some part of you wanted to go back. Tim nodded and replied.
âThatâs a good idea. The longer we can hold off on using our money, the better.â
You stayed quiet; Timâs hand gently rubbing at the skin of your neck, and you winced as your head began to hurt slightly. Sighing, you sat up, rubbing at your forehead. You asked.
âDo we have any painkillers?â
Tim shook his head, replying.
âNo, but we can stop and get some on the way.â
You nodded before cracking your neck, rubbing at the soreness of your muscles before stretching, laying back down.
âIf you want, I can drive for a while.â
You suggested, glancing up at Tim. Tim looked over at you, his brows furrowed.
âAre you sure?â
You nodded before yawning.
âMaybe. Not right now, though.â
Tim chuckled a bit and he replied.
âI think I can manage for a few more hours.â
You nodded and scooted so that you could lean against Tim. His body was warm, and it comforted you. For a moment, you were quiet before you asked softly.
âHey, Tim?â
âYeah?â
You bit your lip before asking softly.
âDo youâŠdo you think Iâm going crazy?â
Tim asked you almost immediately, his tone revealing his surprise.
âWhat? What do you mean?â
You sighed before shaking your head, closing your eyes and running a hand down your face.
âI donât know, I just feel like last nightâŠmaybe it really wasnât realâŠbut it felt real. I could hear them breathingâŠfeel their hot breath against my ear, and I felt their hands pressing down on the seatâŠâ
Your voice trailed off as your heart began to race, and you took a calming breath.
âI justâŠI feel like Iâm losing my mind. Between the paranoiaâŠthe anxietyâŠthe feeling that something is there but when I look, thereâs nothing thereâŠthe memory lapsesâŠitâs driving me up the wall. I feel so scattered, Tim.â
Tim was quiet, and for a moment, you almost felt like you had over-shared or said something wrong. However, Tim said to you, his voice firm.
âYou are not going crazy, (Y/n). I know itâs hard to wrap your head around it all, but...but the tapes are gonna explain it better than I can. I can promise that youâre not going crazy. Whatever it is you experienced last night was probably real to youâŠJay and I encountered some stuff like that before when this all started.â
Tim still didnât know if that was what terrified him the most or the fact that he had no memory of last nightâŠif it was him as the masked manâŠwatching youâŠobserving.
âI can only do so much, but I promise you that Iâm going to protect you. It may seem like weâre running in circles, but we can get awayâŠif I can escape from it once, I can do it againâŠand you can too.â
You bit your lip before whispering.
âIâm just so scared, Tim. Iâm scared that I will lose youâŠorâŠor worseâŠand I donât want to know what that worse thing might be.â
Tim bit his lip before replying softly.
âI know. I know youâre scaredâŠI am too, but Iâm not going to go anywhere, okay? Weâre going to be fine.â
You held onto his hand, his thumb brushing against your skin gently, and you suddenly said, biting your lip.
âIâm sorry, Tim.â
Tim glanced at you, raising an eyebrow.
âWhat are you apologizing for? Thereâs nothing you did wrong.â
âI justâŠitâs strange for me to be like this, isnât it? So afraidâŠso fragileâŠIâm normally not shaken by things like thisâŠbut I canât help but be afraid because I donât know how this ends. I donât know if this even has an ending to it....just an endless cycle that never really had a beginningâŠâ
Your voice trailed off, and Tim was quiet, trying to figure out what to say. Was there really anything that he could say that would make you feel better? Probably not. The fear and anxiety was always going to be there no matter what either of you said to each other, and Tim knew that you knew that.
He knew that so well, and he hated it. He hated that there was nothing that he could really do to help you mentally other than give you some comforting words that he knew only held a small semblance of meaning. Tim shook his head slightly before saying quietly.
âIt isnât strange to be afraid every once in a while, (Y/n). We wonât ever know how this ends until we finish it, but for right nowâŠletâs just focus on surviving.â
You nodded and mumbled softly.
âThanks, Tim. I hope I bring you as much comfort as you bring me.â
Tim smiled lightly.
âMore than youâll ever know.â
-TIMESKIP-
When you two arrived back in Alabama, Tim had stopped outside of the clinic he often visited for his doctor appointments. He had told you he was just going to talk to his doctor real quick, and you had nodded, deciding to stay in the car. You were wrapped up in the blanket, snuggled against the seat as the radio softly played.
The moment you two had crossed the state line, you had noticed how Tim had tensedâŠand how your head had begun to pound with such vigor that it almost incapacitated you. For most of the ride to the clinic, you held the blanket over your head so you wouldnât have to see the brightness of the day.
Tim had yet to return from the office, and you were sure that at least fifteen minutes had already passed by. Biting your lip, you wondered if you should have gone in after him. Sure, you were being a bit clingy, but this time you had good reason to be. Sighing lightly, you simply snuggled into the seat, trying to get the pounding in your head to lessen. Just as you were getting comfortable, you heard it. A soft tapping on your window.
Your heart began to race as the tapping became more persistent, and you pretended to be asleep, hoping that whatever this was would go away. However, the tapping soon became full on knocking, and your head began to hurt as the familiar impending sense of doom came over you.
Over and over, they knocked, becoming more furious the more the knocking went, and soon enough, it sounded like the being was beating on the window, trying to force their way in. You were shaking and crying, covering your ears and squeezing your eyes shut when suddenly, the banging stopped.
Slowly, you uncovered your ears, cautious as you slowly unveiled the blanket from your face, glancing around the car. Visibly, there was nobody there, and you wondered what had made the person banging on the window stop. Sitting up, you looked around before freezing.
âEyes open, (Y/n).â
You screamed loudly as the voice whispered right into your ear, and you jumped out of the car, almost tripping over yourself as you scrambled to get out. Your bare feet smacked against the pavement as you ran to the entrance of the clinic. Practically bursting into the clinic, Tim and some unknown doctor spun to the entrance, Timâs eyes widening on you.
He met you halfway, grabbing onto your shoulders as you hysterically tried to spit out what happened, tears falling down your face.
âWhat happened?â
Tim asked you, holding your face and trying to wipe your eyes. You, however, were too hysterical to let your head stand still.
âIn theâŠthe car! HeâŠHe was in the car again! I heard him!â
Tim gently soothed you, cooing softly to ease your panic.
âHey, its okay, youâre fine. Nobodyâs going to hurt you, I promise. Youâre safe, okay? I need you to breathe for me, baby.â
You were hyperventilating, trying so hard to follow Timâs breathing, but your panic had already settled too deep into your veins. Tim rest his forehead against yours, whispering softly as he held your hand to his heart.
âFollow the feeling of my heart, (Y/n). Focus on me. Youâre going to be fine. I need you to breathe, okay? Breathe with me. Focus on just me.â
You hiccuped, trying so hard to control your sobs, Timâs heartbeat and voice a soothing feeling. Tim was breathing deeply, trying to get you to copy, and you tried to follow. In the oxygen went, deep into your lungs and filling the empty spaces, staying for just a moment before you sniffled it back out.
Your breathing hiccuped a few times before you were able to breathe in again. Tim held you to him, gently rubbing your back as he soothed.
âThatâs it; breathe for me, (Y/n). Everything is fine. Youâre safe, okay?â
You held onto his shirt tightly, trying to forget the sound of the unknown personâs voice. Timâs voice was soothing, a calming rift within the sea that continued to torment you, and you bit your lip so hard that you began to taste blood. A sudden voice made you freeze and tense up, Timâs arms tightening around you protectively.
âMr. Wright, is everything alright?â
Tim nodded.
âYes, everything is fine. She just has these episodes sometimes.â
There was a pregnant pause before the person, seemingly his doctor, suggested.
âWould you like any help? It seems sheâs having a panic attack.â
âI think I have it covered from here. It just happens from time to time.â
You let out a shaky breath, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, and you whispered.
âI want to leaveâŠI donât want to be hereâŠIâm so sorry I embarrassed you like this, Tim.â
Tim responded quietly.
âYou didnât embarrass me, (Y/n). Iâd rather you come to me than run away entirely.â
You nodded softly, your neck still burning hot from the shame. The doctor asked quietly.
âDoes she have the episodes often?â
âOnly every once in a while. Iâm pretty sure she has some sort of panic disorder, but she was never diagnosed nor does she take any medication for it.â
The doctor hummed before suggesting.
âPerhaps, if you want, we can get an evaluation done and try to get some sort of diagnosis for her?â
Tim replied almost immediately, rubbing your side gently.
âI donât think itâs a good time right now, but I appreciate the offer. Thanks for the refills. Weâll be in touch.â
Tim immediately began to lead you out, noting your bare feet, and you began to shake again once you both exited out of the clinic. Tim didnât know what to say, if he was honest. It was the first time he had ever seen you like that: hysterical and absolutely terrified.
Going back into the car, Tim watched as you stumbled into the car, shaking and looking very out of it. Fuck, it was a mistake to bring you back, but he wasnât about to leave you in some run-down hotel. Tim got into the car, and he watched you as you slowly covered up with the blanket, looking around for any threat.
âWhat did you see?â
You were quiet for a moment before replying.
âI didnât see himâŠIâŠI heard himâŠfelt his breath against me again.â
Your eyes filled with tears, and you whispered shakily.
âIt was tapping on the window at firstâŠI thought it was rain, but then it got louderâŠlouder and louder and more aggressive. It was like it was trying to smash the window openâŠand then it just stopped. I looked around when IâŠwhen heâŠhe said âeyes open, (Y/n)â and I didnât stick around after that.â
Tim was quiet for a moment, trying to piece his thoughts together. He then replied after a moment, sparing you a glance.
âLetâs justâŠget out of here as soon as we can.â
You nodded, understanding that maybe Tim just didnât know what to say. Honestly, you had no idea what to say either. Were you truly going mad? Were you sick? Shaking your head, you began to cough, and Tim felt his heart sink further into the pit of his stomach. Hallucinations, coughing, the paranoia and anxiety, the migraine you were sportingâŠTim was beginning to believe that the Operator was sinking itâs claws into you, trying to take you away as fast as it could before the two of you could escape.
Tim bit his lip, feeling his chest constrict as tears filled his eyes. He wanted to be strong for you, he did, butâŠgod, he was so scared. Tim could feel the anxiety biting at the back of his neck, trying to intrude on his thoughts, and he turned on the radio. You werenât shaking anymore, but you were still clearly anxious, your fingers picking at the blanket and eyes darting around the scenery as he drove to his next destination.
-TIMESKIP-
When the two of you made it back to your apartment, your shoulders relaxed slightly. It was a familiar sight that brought comfort and peace despite the small aching of fear that the Operator would appear within your home again.
Tim stepped out of the car with vigor and anticipation, wanting to get your belongings and get out as soon as possible. You opened the car door and followed him inside, looking around for any sign of danger. However, there were none so far, so you quickly darted to the bedroom, grabbing your suitcase and beginning to shove anything and everything in it.
Clothes, toiletries, memoriesâŠall shoved into your little suitcase. By the time you were finished, your dresser and closet were barren. Just a few pieces of clothing that you didnât care for, shoes that you didnât really wear and pictures that you felt would be alright being left behind.
Tim had grabbed only the immediate essentials that he needed, and you could hear the distinct sound of his pill bottles rattling. You asked him, scratching your neck.
âHave you taken your pills yet today?â
Tim glanced back at you and nodded.
âTook them about an hour ago.â
You nodded, mumbling softly.
âThatâs goodâŠthatâs good.â
You walked aimlessly to the kitchen, opening up the cabinets and grabbing all of the nonperishable foods, placing them into a bag before standing back, just looking at the kitchen and remembering.
When you had first gotten this place, you had been alone. You and Tim hadnât been dating the time you got the apartment, and you remember how excited 20 year old you was. How amazing it was that you got an apartment at 20 with a steady job while most people from your high school days were still living with their parents.
Not that there was anything wrong about it, but it had made you feelâŠaccomplished. Then, you remembered Tim. You remembered when you two first hung out in this place, drinking wine and having dinner together. You remember how the night ended with him kissing you on your front door step. You remembered the first time you two slept together here, when he had asked you out in the morning, when he had first moved in after his apartment burned down.
You remembered waking up in the early morning, making breakfast together while the coffee brewed; his hands on your hips while the two of you swaying to the soft rhythm of the music filtering from the radio. You can still hear the song that played on that day if you remembered hard enough. Your eyes closed, and you hung your head, holding onto the strap of the bag tightly before your hand brushed against the counter.
You remember when you sat in this spot, Tim attempting to make dinner, and you had brought him into a deep kiss that had caused the two of you to order take out later because the food he had been cooking was burnt beyond saving. You smiled lightly at the memory, and you sighed. A hand on your hip made you jump lightly, and you turned to see Tim looking down at you.
There was a bittersweet look in his eyes as well, and you rest your forehead against his chest. His lips gently kissed your head, and he remembered as well. Every moment, every second, every breath stolen and kiss shared, every argument, every tender moment. He remembered it all, and it sucked that you two had to leave it behind so soon. How cruel fate was, wasnât it?
You pulled away to wipe your eyes, and you cleared your throat before walking to the living room, grabbing your laptop from under the coffee table. You let the bag of food fall, and you opened your laptop. Tim felt his heart begin to fall in his stomach.
It was time.
Slowly, Tim made his way over to you, sitting beside you as you logged in and brought up YouTube. As you brought up the channel Marble Hornet, his body was tense with the dread running through his veins as he watched you pull up the first entry. Leaning into Tim, he wrapped his arm around you and held you close, his heart becoming heavy as the tapes began to play.
By entry five, when Jay first spoke within the video, Timâs heart had constricted in his chest. You, however, had gasped lightly. Tim glanced down at you as the sound of Jayâs voice filled the room, your lips pursing as you stared at the screen. He could see your eyes getting a bit glassy, and it made his heart hurt.
It was cruel of him to forget that you, too, were hurt by the loss of your friends. Maybe not as hurt by Jayâs death as the two of you werenât especially close as you and Alex, but still. You still called him friend, and Tim should have never kept you in the dark about it all.
It really wasnât fair to you, but he had been scared.
If you knew he was the one to kill Alex, would you still love him? Would you still want to be with him? Tim fished out his pills as he became anxious, shaking slightly, and your hand soothingly scratching his back only made him feel guiltier. He did not deserve such a soothing touch from an angel. Tim did not say anything, however, as he sat back and waited for the inevitable truth to be splayed out before you.
[TBC]
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my love, my angel, I have a question for you. Am I the only one who consistently thinks about Beetlejuice having a thing for his partner being pregnant? Bc I do, a lot. Any thoughts?
I may or may not be writing a fic on this so this is gonna be short and sweet because, yes, I think about this too much.
Uh nsft guys. We be talking sessy times in here
Beej TOTALLY has a breeding kink
He likes to keep his cum in you for as long as possible, making you bulge a little with just how much he produces
When he finally pulls out, he likes to finger you so it stays in
He likes the sound of his cum squelching in you, it makes his body purr when he can hear and feel how much is inside of you
Totally keeps you plugged up whenever he can just so he can see the bulge for a bit longer because
Yes
He loves the idea of you being preggers
But, both of you figure bc heâs dead, he canât have kids.
So, the both of you just decide to leave it for now, Beej being content with the pseudo pregnancy his cum provides
Always comes out during sex about how heâs gonna fuck you until youâre knocked up with his kids, keeping you large and round and pregnant as often as he physically can
Often fantasies about you waddling around like a penguin and it amuses him and turns him on
You can tell when heâs been having that fantasy bc the sex is just. Different. So so different.
It takes you a little while to realise whats wrong.
You skip periods all the time, mostly due to stress at work, but youâre also on the pill. Maybe you forgot to switch over to the sugar pill this month?
The nausea was surely just anxiety or a tummy bug
The dizziness was definitely because you couldnât keep anything down, low blood sugar and blood pressure, of course.
The cramping in your tummy must be because you are close to getting a period
Beej is the one who snaps first and gets you to go to the doctor
âBabes, this has been going on for months. Go see the doctor.â
You could tell that he was super concerned by this point and, to be honest, so were you - three months of this was beginning to stress you out
You rolled your eyes when the doctor told you to take a pregnancy test but followed through anyway.
When it came back as positive, you asked for a sample to be sent off because. You canât be. Beej is a dead guy
You tell Beej the doctor wasnât sure what was wrong, so he has sent more tests off. Which just made the Bugman nervous and angry that it was taking so long
You were clearly sick, why canât they fix you?
A week later, you get the results.
Positive.
4 months.
Fuck.
After the initial panic, you finally decide you gotta tell Beej before booking any prenatal appointments
You tell him gently, getting him to sit on the couch as you carefully explain whatâs (quote unquote) wrong with you
He faints
When he wakes up, his hair is purple and blue, clearly expecting the worse.
âWhoâs is it?â
You blink in confusion.
âItâs.....itâs yours, B.â
âIâm a dead guy, Y/N, I canât have children.â He spits, clearly pissed. âOf course youâd cheat on me! Why would you ever be happy with me? Iâm just a dead guy who canât even get his partner preg-â
âIf you seriously think that Iâd have it in me to cheat, Beetlejuice, you can walk out those doors right now.â Your emotionless voice cuts through his rant as you stare right ahead, holding back tears
You got why he thought you were cheating, but the fact that he thought it was an actual possibility still stung.
Once he had processed everything, he started to get excited. Both of you did
He did the nursery himself, you were on bed rest the moment you hit 5 months on decree of the Ghost with the Most.
The nursery was creepy yet cute. You approved. The green, white and black stripes were restricted to one wall, however, much to Beetlejuiceâs chagrin.
He came to every appointment, just as nervous as you, leg bouncing as you held onto his hand as you did the ultrasounds, deciding to keep the sex of the baby a secret for now
Each night, heâd hold onto you, his hands resting on your ever growing belly
The larger you grow, the more hornier he becomes
He just loves the idea of life growing inside of you and he was the one to put it there
When/if you start lactating, he gets curious
Boom
Breastfeeding kink is discovered
He does everything and anything for you
3am and you want some disgusting combined dish because you are starving?
Guess itâs snack time for the both of you
Exhausted because the baby kept kicking you all night long?
Guess its snuggle time with the Juice
Youâve caught him on more than one occasion singing softly to your belly as you sleep, or talking to the baby about how excited he is to meet them
Low conversations at night about your fears about being a mother
His about being just like his parents, either deserting you when things get too tough or being abusive like his mother
Or worse, he will turn back to the bottle
You squeeze his hand and tell him that together youâll pull through this.
When your water breaks, heâs quick to get you to the hospital
Outside, heâs cool calm and collected
Inside heâs panicking
What if something goes wrong? What if you lose the baby? What if he loses you?
Everything goes very smoothly, you are sure you broke several of Beetlejuiceâs fingers but he stayed silent and encouraged you through the process
When your kid is born and he holds them for the first time, he nearly starts crying
Your nose, your eyes, his lips, his hair
Chocolate brown, just like when he was alive
He swears heâs gonna give his kid a better life than he ever had
Remains as helpful after the birth as before
Gets up just as much as you do when the baby cries over night
Helps change the kid and if you need a break, takes over
Stay At Home Dad
Fite me you can take this out of my cold dead hands
If you start feeling depressed, heâs the one who suggests you go to the doctor to see if something is wrong and makes sure to pick up anything that you canât do anymore
Changing to formula if you just physically cannot handle the idea of breastfeeding anymore
Does this wordlessly and without judgement
If anyone criticizes your parenting style, they better fucken watch it
The funniest and kindest father out there, it is like he was born to be a dad
Of course, now that its happened once
Heâs very keen for it to happen again
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Friends With Benefits (Jeff Wittek Imagine) Part 3
Summary: Jeff and Y/N have been hooking up for a while. The whole vlog squad assumes theyâre dating and Y/N does too but Jeff doesnât like labels. He eventually starts to express interest in Natalie.
Note:Â Sorry I always post at night! I usually take the day to type and then release it at night. Planning on making this a multiple part series, depending on how good it does. Youâre 21 & Latina in this (maybe) series. Also, Iâd like to apologize for the typos, if there is any. Iâm just illiterate lmao. Â
Warnings! pregnancy.
Part 1, Part 2
Word Count: 1.9k
For the past week, youâve been trying to figure out ways of telling the vlog squad that youâre pregnant⊠Would it be easier just to tell everyone at one or do one/two people at a time? UGH WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO BE SO DIFFICULT. You have to tell them asap because youâll be able to know the gender in a month and you want them to be there. You decide to do something different for every couple of people in the squad but before you do, itâs time for your first ultrasound!
The last time you got this done, you were 9-10 weeks pregnant, so you were LATE finding out you were pregnant. You wanted to find the best doctor you can find and luckily, Kylie set you up with the same one she had. You brought Stass and Kylie to the appointment because they begged you. Doctor: *walks in* Hey y/n how are you feeling? Y/n: I donât feel as sick anymore but Iâve been feeling really full lately. I didnât think my stomach would pop out so early. I was thinking maybe itâs because Iâm a small and short? Doctor: âmaybe. Layback and let me take a lookâ she put the cold jelly on your stomach and starts looking around with the doppler. She finds the baby and you see it wiggling around. Kylie & Stass: âYouâre giving us major baby fever rn.â The doctor turns on the heart monitor and you hear a strong heart beat. To you, it sounds normal, but to the doctor, she hears something else. She moves the doppler some more and she sees something. Doctor: âumm miss, how thorough was the ultrasound you had in the ER?â Y/n: âI donât know, they had a lot of people and they did it a little quick? Why do you ask?â She moves the doppler to what she saw and you see another blob appear. Doctor: âif they wouldâve been more thorough and taken time, they wouldâve told you that youâre having twins. You, Kylie & Stass: âTWINS???!?!?!!!â Doctor: âYes. It seemed to be that baby B was hiding behind baby A.â None of you had words. You were having twins⊠TWO KIDS. You felt like you were having the biggest fever dream of your life but you knew this was real. You already told your family you were pregnant but know you gotta tell them that youâre having TWO? Oh hell no. Doctor: âdo you want picture?â Y/n: âuhhhh, sure?â You all walked out of the appointment speechless. Kylie: âwell that happened.â
*A few days later*
I took you a couple of days to process that youâre eating for 3. You wanted to do something simple cause you didnt wanna stress yourself out anymore than you already are.
David, Jason & Josh:
(Remember when Erin pranked David and Josh that she was pregnant but it was really an ovarian cyst? Itâs gonna be set up like that.)
You asked them to come with you and film in your tesla so you can film a car mukbang. You had the pregnancy test with the old ultrasound picture with only one baby in the glove compartment and you had the one that shows the twins in your pocket. Y/n: *filming a mukbang* âHey guys! I have David, Josh and Jason here with me, say hi.â  All three of them: âHi!!!â Y/n: âSince I had no other ideas this week, my last resort was this. So have fun watching us stuff our faces with food.â You drove to Chick-Fil-A, in n out and jack in the box. Once you got everything, You parked in a parking lot, but before you start, you asked David to get you some ânapkinsâ that were in your glove compartment and you saw his eyes go wide. David: âShut the fuck up.â Jason and Josh are in the backseat all confused and David shows them. Jason: âNo youâre not.â Youâre just sitting there all nervous/ laughing and all you can say is âyes I am.â David is crying cause he loves babies, Jason & Josh are congratulating you. David: âWhoâs the dad?â Y/n: âHeâs not in the picture.â They all look at you with sad eyes. Jason: âweâll be here to help with everything at anytime.â Your hormonal ass is getting the best of you and you try to hold back the tears. Y/n: âoh! One more thing. That was the first ultrasound from 3-4 weeks ago, this one was from a couple of days agoâ They all see the two blobs. All three boys: âARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS YOUâRE HAVING TWINS?.â David: âCan I plan the gender reveal party?? Y/N: âSorry, Kylie already called dibs.â David: âYou told Kylie before us? Wow thatâs cold.â Y/n: âOh shut up. She was my only friend my age that has a baby. I had to get advice.â David: â To make it up to me, If one of them is a boy, can you please name it David Jr.â Y/n: âYesâŠ. for 250k.â Jason: âHonestly, I wouldnât put it past him⊠cause it would probably be sponsored by seatgeek.â David: *looks to the camera* âYou heard it yourself people. If she has a boy, sheâll name it David Jr. for 250k. â Y/n: âDamn now Iâm kinda scaredâ
NEXT DAY, Corinna & Mariah:
Okay so that went well, I gonna do a 2 truths, 1 lie with Corinna & Mariah. Theyâre gonna be playing on the same team, so itâs 2 against 1, well 2 against 3 lol. After about 3 rounds, it was a tie (I lied on other ones so we can tie.) Y/N: âOkay so my first one is that I broke my leg when I was 15, 2. I hate Corinnaâs dog and 3. Iâm pregnant. Mariah: âOh what the fuckâŠ.. Ummm.â Corinna: âWait, you hate Carl?!â Y/n: âJust answer the question.â Mariah & Corinna: âThe lie has to be that youâre pregnant.â Y/n: âthe lie is that I hate Carl.â It took them a minute to understand what I said. Mariah: âYOUâRE FUCKING PREGNANT.â Corinna: âOH MY GOD NO WAAAY.â Y/n: âOh and one more thing! âShows them the twin ultrasound.â Mariah & Corinna: ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING.â Corinna: âAre they Jeffâs?â Y/n: âIs it that obvious?â Mariah: âKind of. The boys havenât noticed because theyâre idiots.â
NEXT DAY: Kristen, Scotty, Todd, Zane, Heath & Matt:
(I made this a big collab cause I was running out of ways to tell people)
So for this reveal, I asked the six of them to send in their silly baby/kid pictures so we can react to them. The last pic will be of the twin ultrasound. Y/n: *filming* âHey guys! Iâm here with Kristen, Scotty, Todd, Zane, Heath & Matt, say hi.â All 6 of them: âHi!!!â Y/n: âThis week, weâll be reacting to our childhood photos and maybe roast them.â All of the pictures were so 90s. Kristen with the classic ruffled poofy dresses, Matt looking like a nerdy kid, Zane holding Hidaya when she was born, 7 year old Scotty singing into a hair brushâŠ. And then the final picture, my twin ultrasound. Everybody was so confused. Zane: âDid someone eat their twin in the womb? cause aint none of us a twin.â And then someone finally noticed. Matt: âY/n why is your name at the corner of that ultrasound?â Kristen: âNO YOUâRE NOT.â Heath: âOOOO BITCH SHE GONNA HAVE 2 LITTLE COFFEE BEANS.â Scotty and Todd are just speechless. Youâre wondering if Todd knew about you and Jeff because heâs his best friendâŠ
You pulled aside Kristen and told her Everything. The only people you can trust with who the dad is are the girls. Kristen: âAre you gonna tell him?â Y/n: âNo⊠He doesnât treat me right. If heâs never treated me right, how is he gonna treat these babies?â
Todd & Jeff on a hike:
Todd: âHey, did you hear that Y/n is pregnant?â Jeff: âwhoa no I didnât. Who told you that?â Todd: ây/n did. She revealed it in a collab she was doing with others. Sheâs having twins.â Jeff: âJesus Christ, twins? Thatâs gonna be terrible.â Todd: âShe mustâve forgot to tell you. Maybe pregnancy brain really is a thing.â Jeffâs thoughts: âI knew that bitch was sleeping with other people. Thereâs no way those babies are mine. She had no right trying to get mad at me cause Iâd ghost her. Thank god Iâm with Natalie. Sheâs like no one Iâve ever dated before.â
Hanging out with Kylie & Stass:
I told all of the vlog squad. Stass: âDid you tell Jeff?â Y/n: âNo, but Olivia told me that Todd told him. I think Jeff is too dumb to connect the dots. He wonât figure it out.â Kylie: âAre you sure you donât want to tell him? Youâre having twins and one baby is already a lot but two? You need the help. You know what, I can hire nannies for you.â Y/n: âWhat? No, you donât have to do that. I donât wanna spend your money.â Kylie: âItâs not like Iâm running out. You do remember that Iâm a billionaire, right?â Stass & Y/n: âHow could we forget lol.â
David, Jason & Josh POV
David: âIt sucks that y/n is gonna be a single mom. Itâs gonna be a lot; 2 babies and sheâs in her last year of college. I hope sheâll be okay.â Jason: âSheâll be fine. She has all of us to look out for her.â Josh: âI have my own kid to watch, so Iâll probably not be as much help.â David: âShe has been one of the best friends Iâve ever had. We met on vine in 2015, we met up here in LA and then the rest was history. She was really there for me when Liza and I broke up. She was my shoulder to cry on. Honestly, Iâd do anything for her.â Jason: âDo you have a thing for y/n?â David stayed silent. Josh: âIâm not sure if itâd be the right time to try to win her over. She has a lot going on.â David: âItâs getting pretty late, yâall should be heading home. Jason: âYeah. I have to pick up Charlie and Wyatt early tomorrow. Josh: âThe wife doesnât like that I stay out late, goodnight.â
David thinking to himself:
Iâve had a thing for y/n for a while now but I donât know. Itâs obvious that she had a thing with Jeff. Because of those 2 fights they had in my backyard, I wouldnât be surprised if Jeff was the father. I was mad at how Jeff spoke about her. She not like that at all! I mean, itâs not wrong if she were but no one should ever talk to a women like that. Iâll help her as much as possible; Iâm not opposed if anything were to spark between us along the wayâŠ
Back to Y/n, Kylie & Stass:
Kylie: âWhenâs your next appointment?â Y/n: â2-3 weeks, why?â Kylie: âCause by that time, WE CAN FIND OUT THE GENDER OF THE BABIES!â Stass: âSheâs obviously gonna go all out. Did you see Stormiâs first birthday? I swear it looked bigger than a sweet 16.â Y/n: âOh boy⊠or girlâŠâ
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We get to find out the genders in the next chapter!! Sheâll be like 16 weeks by then⊠Iâm excited! Iâve already decided what both are gonna be⊠Thereâs gonna be some surprises! Oh and David has a thing for y/n? Ooooo girl the Tea is HOT. I also just realized the date of the video I picked when y/n and Jeff diddled (yes I said diddled).... The date on the video says 7/20âŠ. That means the twins are due 4/20âŠâŠ. I swear I didnât plan that lmao.
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my type | jeff wittek
description: zane gets really drunk and goes to pick the reader up during a bit for the vlog and ends up tripping and causes the reader to get injured. jeff gets really worried. /// angry!jeff /// fluff
requested?: yes; [anonymous âHii love your writings! Can you do one where the reader is good friends with Natalie so sheâs always at Davidâs house, her & Jeff like each other but he wonât be in a relationship because he thinks sheâs to good &pure for a person like him hes super protective of her &one night while filming Zane gets super drunk trying to be funny picks he up& runs away falling & hurting her and Jeff gets all defensive yelling how childish they are & takes her to the hospital where he finally just asks her outâ]
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âplease?â natalie gave you a pout.
you groaned, ânat, i donât wanna stay!â
âjeffâs coming!â
âi donât care!â
natalie stared at you for a second. you paused, âfine! but iâm not doing this because of jeff. hell, iâm not doing anything for jeff. becauseâbefore you say itâi donât like him.â
natalie hummed unconvincingly. you threw a pillow at her, ânatalie!â
she laughed, âiâm sorry! itâs just cute that you keep telling yourself you donât like him.â
you rolled your eyes, you did not like jeff wittek.
you rolled yourself out of natalieâs bedâalmost falling to the groundâand walked towards her closet, pulling out a cropped red sweater and black high waisted skinny jeans. something that you always found convenient was the fact that you and natalie had always been around the same size in clothing; ever since you were young.
natalie let out a whistle as you came out of the bathroom with your new outfit and makeup on. you gave her a smile and a wink before heading over to grab a pair of vans. you slipped them on and grabbed your phone before heading out to the living room area of davidâs house.
you smiled at the already lively get together and got yourself a soda, deciding against getting drunk. you let out a giggle as zane walked past you, tripping over his feet every few seconds. the boy was already drunk.
you leaned against the pool table, searching for a certain boy. natalie walked past you, âfive oâclock.â
you turned slightly to face the direction natalie had pointed out, your eyes instantly meeting the back of jeffâs head. you averted your eyes as he turned, hoping he hadnât felt your gaze.
the boy from staten island turned his body to face you. he was grateful that you didnât notice his gaze. jeff felt a smile rise to his face as he saw you throw your head back with laughter.
todd smirked, âyou like y/n?â
jeff whipped his head to look at the boy in front of him, âwhat? no, no, i donât.â
todd laughed, âsure didnât seem like that, buddy. you just stared at her for a solid minute before i said something.â
jeff smacked todd in his chest, âi do not like y/n.â
todd rolled his eyes, âjeff, you do.â
âno,â jeff took a breath, âi-i donât.â he muttered under his breath.
todd cocked his head, âi heard that.â he took a sip of the drink in his red solo cup, âwhatâs wrong with y/n?â
jeff sighed, âthereâs nothinâ wrong with her, itâs just the fact that she is y/n.â
todd furrowed his brows, âand?â
âsheâs pure, sheâs innocent. she wouldnât wanna be with a guy like me. iâve been to jail, man. multiple arrests. i was a drug dealer, for fuckâs sake.â jeff ran his hands down his face, âsheâs too good for a person like me.â
todd frowned at his friend, âjeff, youâre a good guy. you deserve to be happy. and if you think that y/n isnât what you deserve, youâre wrong.â todd looked over to where you were standing, now chatting with scotty, âiâve known that girl for a while now. sheâs easy to read to me. she likes you, jeff. no amount of fucked up is gonna change that for her.â
jeff ignored the feeling he got when he heard todd say that the feelings were reciprocated, âi donât know, man.âÂ
his friend shrugged, âiâm just saying, jeff, you gotta stop letting your past define you and control you. iâve been around you long enough to know that y/n would be lucky to have a man like you by her side.â todd pat jeffâs shoulder as he walked away from him.
jeff sighed, his thoughts taking his mind completely. he was in his own world, completely and wholly detached from the rest of his surroundings.
you looked over at where the boy had sat down, he looked conflicted. you made your move to go towards him but were stopped as david came into your path with a camera.
âhello, dave. how may i be of service today, sir?â you joked.
david pulled a playful stern look, âthatâs mr. dobrik to you, y/n. i hope you never make an unprofessional remark like that again.â
you laughed, rolling your eyes at the boy in front of you, unknowing to the fact that his camera was already rolling and his conversation was just part of his bit. you moved to grab his camera but let out a yelp as you felt your body get hoisted into the air.
âoh my god!â
zane laughed from under you, running in circles around davidâs pool table. you screamed in slight fear, the concept of a drunk zane running around with you in his arms seemed dangerous.
jeffâs eyes peeled away from the ground and onto the retreating figure of zane. it seemed as if time slowed when jeff noticed zaneâs sloppy steps. the staten island boy went to stand up, but was too late as zane had clumsily tripped over his own two feet and landed on top of y/n, whoâs head had slammed into the ground.
your head instantly began to hurt. you let out a groan mixed with a whine, your hand instantly going towards the back of your head. the lights blurred, figures became shadows and your movements became slow. a ringing in your ears made you moan in annoyance and pain.
jeff rushes over to where you were laying. his ears flared up with anger and he turned to zane and david.
âyou fuckinâ dumbasses!â jeff yelled, âdo you not realize how fuckinâ dangerous that little stunt was?â
zane sobered significantly since the fall, still tripping over words slightly, âjeff, i-iâm sor-sorry.â
jeff was annoyed, angry and worried. he turned to david, âdo you not think, david? iâve never seen a night where a drunk zane was stable enough to hold his own body weight. what fuckinâ gave you the impression he could do that and hold y/n?â
davidâs face showed clear signs of worry and guilt. he opened his mouth to speak but instantly stopped as his words got stuck in his mouth. his eyes widened as natalie, who was tending to your injury, pulled her hand back, covered mainly in red.
blood.
jeff followed davidâs eyes and instantly rushed to y/nâs side, his anger diminishing down to worry and care.
it took a few seconds for you to become aware of your surroundings, but when you did, you instantly heard jeffâs angry voice and were met with the staten islanderâs beautiful brown eyes
âcan someone get a fuckinâ towel? sheâs bleedinâ the fuck out!â jeffâs voice was filled with annoyance and authority. he turned his attention back to you, instantly muttering out sweet little âyouâre gonna be okayâs as soon as he saw your eyes open.
you pulled your hand away from your head, the hand feeling sticky. you pulled your head up a little to see what was on your hand. jeff gently and instantly reached over and pulled your hand down, and made you relax back, now leaning on him slightly.
âthatâs blood.â you were still a little out of it, âis someone bleeding?â jeff looked pained, âis-is this my blood? am i bleeding? oh my god, iâm bleeding.â
jeff grabbed the towel from davidâs hands and instantly pressing it against your cut, whispering a quiet âi know, princess. iâm sorry.â as you flinched.
the boy scooped you into his arms, telling the partygoers that youâd have to be taken to the hospital to probably get stitches. he placed you in the back of his car, natalie sitting next to you while david got in the front with jeff.
the boy drove to the hospital as fast as possible, his heart racing as his mind filled with worst-case scenarios. his grip around the wheel tightened slightly every time he heard you groan.
the wait at the hospital was tense. the rest of the vlog squad had sobered up and had arrived at the hospital through ubers. they sat in the waiting room, sitting up straight when the doctor who you had been appointed to came over to you guys.
jeff instantly stood up and met the doctor halfway, âhow is she?â
âsheâs okay.â jeff let out a breath as the doctor continued, ânothing too serious. a small concussion that should clear up in a week. sheâd lost a lot of blood so we had to give her a blood transfusion and stitch her up. sheâs fine right now. you may all see her, if you would like. i would however recommend going two by two or one by one because of the concussion.â
the group all murmured agreements and the doctor left after telling them the number of y/nâs room.
two by two, the squad all shuffled in and out of your room, jeff being the last one to go in because heâd âwant a lot of time with her and these boys need to be rounded up for bed.â
jeff gave you a small smile and walked over to your side. he grabbed your hand and sat down on the chair next to your bed.
you gave him a small, warm smile, âhi.â
jeff let out a soft hum, âhi.â
you put your hand up and poked his cheek, âsmile. i like your dimples.â
the boy let out a light laugh, his dimple showing and instantly being poked by you. he could tell you were still a bit looped from the anesthesia the doctors gave you before stitching you up.
you moved your fingers to the back of your head, âthe doctors stitched me.â
jeff pulled your hand away from your bandage, âthey did, princess.â
you pouted, âzane hurt me.â
you watched as jeff let out a breathy laugh, âthat he did, princess. but youâre okay now.â
you gave the boy a goofy smile, âiâm okay though.â you looked away for a second, âhappy, too. because youâre here now.â
jeff smiled, âiâm always here.â
you and the boy talked for a while, you felt yourself sobering up as every minute passed.
you observed the boy sitting next to you, âyou look tired.â
âiâm tired,â jeff shrugged.Â
you frowned, âjeff, you can go home. the doctors said i can leave as soon as two hours pass. i could get an uber home or something. really. itâs not like iâm dying.â
jeff shook his head, âno. iâm stayinâ.â he sat up, grabbing your hand, âdo you have any idea how much you scared me tonight, princess?â
you shook your head lightly to avoid any pain. the boy continued, âi thought you were really in trouble. my mind kept tellinâ me that you were gonna lose too much blood or that youâd wake up and forget who i am, or that youâd die from blood loss. i-i was so scared, y/n.â
the seriousness and pain in jeffâs eyes made you squeeze his hand, âi never came around to tellinâ you, but after tonight. after seeing you on the floor, bleeding. i realized i canât live without you, y/n. and i canât live without you knowinâ how i feel.â
the boy looked down at your intertwined hands for a second before looking up, his eyes shining, âi like you, y/n. and i have for a long ass time.â
you held your breath as he started to ramble, âyou can say whatever you want. you can reject me if you want. i know iâm not the one you deserve. i know. and you can tell me too because itâll hurt, but it wonât hurt as much as almost losinâ you today. i really like you. i tried to hide it, to ignore it but i couldnât. and todd told me you liked me too, but why would you? you shouldnât like me. iâm a bad influence. iâm known for goinâ to jail. why would you like a scum like me whe-â
â-jeff, i like you, too.â
jeff stopped talking, âwhat?â
you squeezed his hand and gave him a smile, âgod, jeff. iâve liked you for a while now. i just always thought youâd never like someone like me.â
he cocked his head, âwhat do you mean someone like you?â
you shrugged, âitâs dumb.â
jeff gave you a look, âi just rambled out why you wouldnât like me, now tell me, babygirl. why wouldnât i like someone like you?â
ââcause iâm not,â you took a second to collect your words, âiâm not a baddie?â
jeff let out a laugh, âa baddie? y/n, what?â
you huffed, âi donât know, okay! youâre a staten island bad boy whoâs got this mysterious, brooding image and i just thought that thereâd be no way youâd like someone like me.â
jeff smiled, leaning closer, âwell, itâs a good thing i do, right?â
he placed his lips against yours, instantly causing your body to heat up. you kissed him back, your hands holding his face. he leaned back slightly, âgo out with me?â
you opened your eyes and looked into his, âiâd love to.â
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Hello My Old Heart | Chap. 11
Chapter Summary: Itâs the morning of the wedding. What could possibly go wrong?
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU]
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, angst (not so much in this chapter)
A/N:Â Remember when I said I might start posting twice a week? LOL
All feedback is welcomed! đ

âIâve got coffee.â You deposited the large paper cups onto table and everyone swarmed to get the beverage with their name on it.
âRemind me why we stayed up again?â Pepper took a satisfied sip of her drink.
âBecause Nat made us?â Everyone shrugged and accepted the answer. Nat had queued âall of the best wedding moviesâ and she made sure every. Single. One was watched before going to sleep. You still werenât sure why a Corpse Bride was included in the selection, but you figured Nat had her reasons.
âHey, where is Nat? She said she needed to get something from the shop, but that was a while ago.â After you had all gotten your hair styled at Pegâs, Nat said she had an errand to run, so sheâd meet you at the church. You pulled out your phone to see if you had missed any texts or calls. Nothing.
You hummed. âI can go check. Chances are she scheduled an appointment this morning.â
âShe better not have! I told her she wasnât allowed to give any tattoos today!â Sharon was⊠well, freaking the fuck out. You wouldnât necessarily call her a âbridezillaâ, but Nat would, which was probably why she was hiding from you all. No one was more ready for the wedding to be over with than Natasha Romanoff.
âYou girls finish your makeup and Iâll go check on her.â You grabbed your purse and went out to your car. You drove to the tattoo shop, but Natâs car wasnât there nor were any of the lights on.Â
Where was she?Â
You pulled out your phone and called her.
Ringing. Ringing. Râ
âHeyâŠ.â You pinched your brows and started walking back to your car.
âHi⊠Where are you?â You heard her sigh and more people talking in the background.
âWell, see, hereâs the thing, I may have, accidentally sprained my ankle this morning.â You gasped.
âWhat?! Where are you?â
âAt the hospital. Clint picked me up.â
âOkay! Iâm on my way.â You started your car and took off towards the hospital.
âY/N, you donâtââ
âShush, Iâm already driving.â She sighed and you said quick goodbyes. What were you gonna tell Sharon?
You found Clint and Nat sitting in a bed in the ER. She had already gotten an x-ray, so now she was just waiting for the doctor to come back and tell her what it said.
âWhat were you even doing that you sprained your ankle?â
âYeah, Nat? Tell Y/N what you were doing that you hurt yourself?â Clint seemed thoroughly amused. She side-eyed him and her jaw ticked.
âCan it, Barton. This is all your fault anyways.â Clint laughed.
âOh, my fault? I thought you were the flexible one?â You pinched your brows, completely lost as to where the conversation was going.
âWhat happenedâŠ?â You asked with hesitation. Nat glared one more time at Clint before sighing and looking at you.
âLook, weâre all adults here, so Iâll just tell you. We were having sex and I lost my balance.â You jaw dropped.
âWhaâ Oh my god! You said you had an important errand!â Clint shrugged in between his snickering.
âIt was important.â You and Nat both gave him a pointed look, silently telling him to shut up. It only slightly worked. You looked back at Nat.
âItâs fine. Weâll just tell Sharon I tripped over a stool, or somethinâ, and sheâll be none the wiser. Once the doctor gets back, Iâll be cleared to go.â She shrugged, âIâll just sit during the ceremony. Itâll be fine.â
It wasnât fine. The doctor came in ten minutes later to tell her that she had fractured her ankle and sheâd need a cast. Natâs cool demeanor started to waver.
âI canât do a cast. Iâm supposed to be in a wedding in less than two hours.â The doctor grimaced.
âIâm afraid you wonât be able to make it. Itâll take us about a half hour to put it on, but weâve already got two other people in line who need a cast, too.â
âArenât there more people to help?!â Clint put his hand on Natâs shoulder to calm her.
âThanks, doc. Weâll wait patiently for help.â The doctor excused himself and dropped her head back against the bed.
âIâll call Steve and Sharon. Maybe we can push the wedding back another hour so that you can be there.â
âIâm not gonna do that to them. Sharonâs already on edge this morning, this is only gonna push her over more, and no one needs that.â She sat up and looked at you, tilting her head in intrigue.
âWhatever youâre thinking, I donât like it.â She had that look that made you know she was up to something.
She grinned, âItâll be fine. You go back to the church and tell everyone Iâm fine, but Iâm not gonna make it, and then youâll take my spot.â You blanched.
âYour spot? You mean as âmaid-of-honorâ?! Nat, Iâm notââ
âYes, you will. Sharon needs her best friend andââ
âAnd thatâs you!â Nat gave you a pointed look and shook her head.
âI can still walk over there and smack ya for beinâ stupid.â For thinking you werenât still Sharonâs best friend, and for whatever was going on with you and Bucky. âNow, you better go. Sharon is probably freaking out and youâll need to calm her down.â
âDonât you think sheâs going to freak out more when she finds out you wonât be there?â
âYouâre taking my spot, so sheâll still have a maid-of-honor. Clint will stay with me, so the numbers are still even, and who said I was missing it? Iâll still be there, but just in the audience.â You studied her, not happy with the position she was putting you in.
âNatâŠââ She shooed you.
âGo. Iâll be fine.â You sighed in defeat and hugged her and Clint goodbye, and told them youâd keep them up-to-date if anything major happened.
Now, how to break the news to Sharon.
âShar, itâs okay. Nat and Y/N worked out a solution, so nothing will be thrown off for the ceremony.â You had gone back to the church and told Pepper and Sharon what had happened, and Sharon locked herself in a bathroom stall to cry. Pepper had been trying to coax her out of the bathroom for the last twenty minutes. She sniffled.
âIâm sorry Iâm being this way you guys. My mom is driving me up a wall, and I just really miss Steve.â You and Pepper shared a small grin and you stepped closer to the stall door.
âWhat would help make you feel better?â
âCan you talk to Steve and tell me what he says?â
âAbsolutely, but, honey, you have to come out here so we can see you. Okay?â Another sniffle and lock slid over. You stood back as the door opened, revealing a puffy eyed Sharon. You grinned at her and held out your arms. Sharonâs eyes glistened and she walked into them, both of you holding each other like it would solve any problem the other had. If only for a moment.
âI promise Iâll be better once this is all over.â You grinned and pulled her back by her shoulders, keeping your hands there.
âWeddings are stressful, babe. Donât even worry about it. Besides, Clint said Steve was being a real pain in the ass this morning, so youâre doing fine!â
Her eyes started to glisten again, âCan you go and talk to him now and tell him I love him?â You grinned warmly and nodded.
âIâll go tell him now.â You turned and glanced at Pepper, âCan you help her touch up her makeup while I go and tell Steve whatâs goinâ on?â Pepper smiled and held out a hand for Sharon, walking her back out to the room to erase the meltdown that tracked her face. You took a deep breath and went to find Steve. You got to the other side of the church and tapped on the door that was designated for the groom and groomsmen. You heard muffled talking on the other side of the door a few seconds before it opened, and Buckyâs face appeared. He blinked, his mouth parted in surprise.Â
You cleared your throat, âIs Steve here?â Bucky blinked a few more times before nodding his head and looking over his shoulder.
âSteve?â Steve looked up from the TV and paused the FIFA game when he saw you standing there.Â
âY/N? Whatâs wrong? Is Sharon okay?â Steve stood up and you stepped around Bucky to walk further into the room. All of the men wore navy three piece suits with matching pink ties, their jackets scattered on the backs of chairs.
âSharonâs fine. Er, well, I mean as âfineâ as sheâs going to be until the ceremonyâs over. Iâm just here becauseâ Have you talked to Clint, yet?â Steve pinched his brows and shook his head.
âNot since he left to go see Nat.â
âWell, heââ You blinked. âWait. Why did he tell you he needed to see Nat?â Steveâs eyes went wide and he glanced down at his feet, moving his mouth like he didnât know what to say. You looked at Sam, who quickly looked away when you made eye contact, finding more interest in the maroon polyester drapes. You slowly looked at Bucky. He sighed and shook his head at his friends.
âThey went to have sex. They still use the same code word.â You sighed and crossed your eyes.
âBudapest.â âBudapest.âÂ
In high school, whenever you and Bucky were hanging out at your house, Clint would always say he had to go book a flight for Budapest, and would leave for a few hours. After âbookingâ the flight six times, you and Bucky followed him to see where he went, and both regretted it to this day.
âDoesnât he know we know?â Bucky shook his head and sighed.
âIf he does, he doesnât care.â You sighed and looked back at Steve.
âWell, anyways, Nat fractured her ankle and needs a cast, so she and Clint arenât going to be in the wedding.â Steveâs eyes went wide.
âHow did sheââ
âTrust me, you donât want to know. I already told Sharon, and she was upset at first, but we talked her out of the bathroom, so we should be okay now.â
âNatâs the maid-of-honor.â You nodded and let out a deep breath. Steve raised his brows, âAnd she has the rings, so howââ You reached into the pocket of your sweater and pulled out two ring boxes.
âIâm the new maid-of-honor, for the ceremony, at least.â You handed the box that was for Sharon to Bucky. âHereâs Sharonâs ring. Uh, Iâve gotta go get dressed and make sure Sharonâs okay.â You looked back at Steve, âOh, and she wanted me to tell you she loves you.â Steve grinned and his shoulders relaxed.
âTell her I love her, too.â You grinned and left, your pace quickening once you were in the hallway.
âHey, wait.â You stopped and closed your eyes. You slowly turned and saw Bucky, his steps slowing the closer he got to you. He gnawed on his bottom lip as he tried to sort his scrambled thoughts. âAre we still gonna be able to talk later tonight?â You nodded, not trusting your voice. Bucky kept gnawing and clenching and unclenching his fist until you sighed.
âKeep doinâ that and you arenât gonna have any lip left,â you spoke gently. He breathed out a nervous chuckle and shoved his hands into his pockets.
âSorry. Old habit.â A small grin spread on your face. You werenât sure how much time had passed before you blinked yourself out of the trance those blue eyes pulled you into.
âDid you need somethinâ?â Bucky blinked and shook his head.
âNo, no⊠I just wanted to make sure we could still talk. Thatâs all.â
âYeah⊠we will. So, uh, if you donât need anything elseâŠ?â Yeah... you. Bucky shook his head and motioned for you to go and finish getting dressed.
Just a few more hours. He could handle that.
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