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justifiedthoughts · 1 year ago

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Preventive Measures? What Preventive Measures? | Sicktember 2023

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I am very late to this, but in my defense, I got a block halfway through writing it and couldn't work on anything else until I did finish.

Prompt(s): [1] Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care [5] Preventive Measures (Not Taken) [25] Confused/Disoriented

Fandom: Genshin Impact Character(s): Il Dottore, Pantalone, Capitano Relationship: Capitano/Il Dottore/Pantalone (not specifically mentioned) Warnings: None.

"Where in a certain banker stayed out in the cold snow for a bit to long, and didn't take any measures of keeping himself warm enough during or after that point in time."

Pantalone is only mildly irritated, yet not surprised, when he wakes up shivering heavily, instinctively tugging the comforter further up to tightly wrap around himself. He spends but a minute drowsily trying to blink away the sleep from his eyes before he reaches out from his little cocoon, fumbling around his bedside table for a short moment in search of his glasses.

When he does eventually find them, he pushes himself to leave his bed, rushing to pull on his usual clothes to hopefully stave off the cold a bit. Even when dressed with his usual fur coat, his shivering doesn’t lessen even slightly. However, he doesn’t spare much time to be confused over that - he has a lot of work to catch up on today, considering he had spent far longer than he meant to out in the field the day before.

Instead, he simply reaches into his medicine cabinet to take some basic cold medicine - just in case if he’s actually coming down with something - before moving to migrate to his office. Which is, unfortunately, relatively the same temperature as the rest of Zapolyarny Palace, but there’s not much he can do for that besides make sure the windows are shuttered and the fireplace lit.

Those two, of course, are the things he does first upon reaching said office of his. He struggles longer than usual with lighting the fire though, his hands trembling from shivers as he tries to light a match, but soon enough there’s a steady fire going to hopefully warm the room up at least a bit.

Looking over at his desk, Pantalone quietly sighs to himself and organizes a few things throughout the room before finally sitting down, pulling over one of the papers from yesterday that he missed due to his outing.

“Regrator, I have a proposition!”

Il Dottore - the Prime, this time around - slams the door open, grinning widely from a combination of his new, phenomenal idea - of which he’s going to need funding for, of course; why else would he be here? - and having completely terrified the guard standing outside the room prior to bursting in as he has just done.

When he actually catches sight of the other Harbinger, he frowns at the absolute lack of any sort of cutting retort, as the other usually tends to do. Instead, the Ninth seems to be staring down blankly at a sheet of paper - probably some nonsensical monetary report, maybe the Eleventh spent ten million mora on a meal in Liyue again!

The Doctor strides towards Pantalone, curiously leaning down to catch his eye once he’s close. They’re glassy, which is certainly an odd deviation from how the banker usually presents himself. Always so fastidious about himself, from his appearance to his evident attention - most of the Harbingers know to simply come to him if they missed something in a recent meeting; even Tartaglia, the youngest and easily the most naive of them all, has learned how to be roundabout in netting any required information during one of the Ninth’s heretic rants.

Disregarding that matter for the moment though, Dottore’s frown only deepens when Pantalone snaps out of his little haze, the man barely moving beyond the shivers he’s been under this entire time, as well as slightly rotating his head to look at Dottore.

“You were… quick today, Dottore..” He fully scowls when the man struggles to pick up his pen - it’s just a pen, and an easy one to hold, at that! - reaching out to stop the Regrator from moving any further. He recoils slightly when he feels how cold Pantalone is - just slightly, for his lab is also rather freezing, though he certainly didn’t expect to feel that same relative temperature on the skin of his dear banker - but doesn’t stop holding his wrist. Cold, very cold; shivering; clearly disoriented and tired; an inability to easily grab onto things..

“Ignorant imbecile,�� Dottore sighs, tugging Pantalone’s chair away from his desk. The Doctor ignores the other’s belated protests as he hoists him up into his arms - for all the Ninth tries to struggle, it’s a rather pathetic attempt, as he doesn’t even cause Dottore any issue as he carries him out of his office - once again scaring the guard stationed outside it half to death.

Rather than bring him to his lab - which certainly won’t be any help at all, not with how cold it is in there - Dottore takes Pantalone over to one of the warmest rooms in the palace, second only to the gardens and installed by the very banker within his arms. Who, it seems, has given up on trying to get down and has instead resorted to occasionally - yet weakly - attempting to punch him. Which, of course, does nothing in regards to freeing him.

When they’re almost there, Pantalone sighs quietly and completely gives up in any escape attempts. Dottore grins and immediately deposits him onto the couch, pulling a blanket over him with all the flourish that is expected of one of his younger segments - a bit too energetic for anyone else to deal with; not that he cares, of course.

“Stay right here, Regrator, and I shall be back!”

He cackles as he strides off towards the kitchen, leaving the freezing banker to uncomfortably doze, shivers wracking his body as he absentmindedly fumbles with pulling the blanket closer to himself. It takes a long time for him to even think of responding, and even with no one else around to hear he sounds pathetic.

“As if I can even move..”

It hasn’t been long enough for the Doctor to finish whatever-it-is he’s doing in the kitchen before somebody else disturbs Pantalone, as he feels something heavy, yet warm, drop onto him - nigh on knocking the breath out of his body - and someone sits next to him.

Blearily opening his eyes, he glances to his right and only gets slightly startled at the hulking form of Capitano, who is supposedly staring right at him - not that he can really tell, considering the Captain’s helm and its solid darkness. But, it is pointed in his direction, and it’s generally the thought that counts anyway.

“Regrator.”

“C-Captain.” Mentally, Pantalone curses his shivering, as his teeth chatter lightly.

“You’re cold.” “Maybe so, yes.”

The silence that comes after their very brief conversation is a comfortable one, rather unlike most silences that Pantalone has with his other fellow Harbingers - those silences tend to be rather awkward, full of words that none of them will say. Mostly because they’re either spiteful ones that need not be stated within their positions, or terms that need not be said for already being known and understood.

Of course, that’s not to say that there aren’t outliers, but Pantalone prefers to put Dottore and Tartaglia into their own little group, rather than factor them into his internal comparisons.

He’s startled out of his thoughts when Capitano places a surprisingly warm hand on his head, effectively mussing up his hair. Hesitating, he eventually just sighs and burrows deeper into his blanket - and apparently Capitano’s coat, too - cocoon. If today’s the day that everyone decides to be all touchy-feely with him, then what power does he have to stop them; especially considering he can’t even hold a pen, for Tsaritsa’s sake!

While Pantalone begins to lightly doze again, the Captain keeps a hand on his head, and they remain like that even when Dottore returns. With more blankets. And a steaming cup.

Pantalone grunts when Dottore haphazardly drops all of the blankets onto him, leaving either him or Capitano to figure out placements - more likely Capitano, since the doctor then shoves the steaming cup - of tea, apparently. He didn’t realize that Dottore could make tea without burning the water - into the Ninth’s hands; when he protests due to the heat, said doctor merely replies, in false cheer, “Good to hear that you’re more aware, dear Regrator! Now, drink up!”

“I-” “Drink.”

Pantalone sighs, but does as ordered with obvious reluctance, only to immediately let a grimace cross his face the moment the liquid touches his tongue.

“It’s scalding,” he complains, holding the cup away from himself with all the delicacy of the rich, picky banker that he is.

“And you’re freezing.” Dottore shoves it back at him, nearly causing it to spill over him. At this point, Capitano finally reaches over to put a hand between them, plucking the cup from Pantalone’s hands to spend a brief burst of cryo energy - courtesy of his vision - in order to cool the cup slightly. Only slightly, so that it’ll still be hot, but not so much that Pantalone would have to burn his tongue.

“Drink the tea,” he commands, handing the cup back to the banker - who carefully takes it in his hands and does as asked, only to be pleasantly surprised at how the tea is, in fact, no longer burn-his-tongue hot.

“Oh, so you’ll willingly obey the Captain, but not me, the literal Doctor. I see how it is.” Dottore openly sulks, laying it on thick as he sits on the coffee table without a care for how dirtied he’s making it. However, he squawks in a completely undignified - when did he ever have proper dignity, though? - manner when he’s abruptly plucked up off of said table and set on one of the many plush armchairs spread throughout the room. He cranes his head up at the first chance to glare at Capitano, for who else would have done that?

Of course, his glare isn’t as effective as it could’ve been, considering his mask, but it’s thought that counts - or, at least, that’s what Pantalone always says.

Once they’re a bit apart, though, both the Regrator and the Doctor finally stop sniping at each other. As Pantalone quietly sips at his drink, buried under at least half a dozen blankets, Dottore pulls out a small chaos core and begins to fiddle around with it - pulling it apart and rearranging it - and Capitano silently heaves a sigh of relief from having nipped that small argument in the bud.

#sicktember 2023 #genshin impact #hypothermia #sickfic #pantalone #dottore #capitano #dottocapilone #crack #genshin sickfic #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3 #justicefics

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pocketramblr · 1 year ago

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Hi! Five ask hame request! Have you ever read the Magisterium? Basically Callum Hunt's sad backstory, but transplanted onto Aizawa

For those who don't know what I'm talking about, simply put it would be an au where AFO got badly hurt and tried the soul hopping thing early (baby shouta being his unlucky vessel) but... did so very badly. Thus accidentally giving himself amnesia and basically becoming Aizawa

(I highly recommend the Magisterium btw, it actually handles this situation very interesting and it this existential crisis is introduced pretty early on for the character in question)

I have never read that but I have wiki crawled enough to understand the gist I think

1- All Might kills AfO a whopping 23 years early! You may ask how he managed this. The answer is pure rage and also a special gun David snuck to him in pieces in his costumes. The gun did not survive. Sadly, AfO barely did for a few minutes. Under the hospital he demanded Ujiko bring him a body- the doctor heard "baby" and grabbed the infant Shouta. AfO manages to transfer himself in but messes it up, and the quirks stay in his body. Ujiko puts the baby back to buy time to get AfO's original body in a tank to preserve it uh but then the baby gets taken home.

2- Ujiko and Gigantomachia spend years trying to find the kid, but figure that AfO will make himself known so they don't give up even when Gigantomachia is unable to sniff anything out.

3- Shouta grows up normally if you don't count the horrible nightmares that he never remembers but still affect his sleep. He really has no idea why his body is resistant to sleeping for any long bit of time until it's fully worn out and can't resist, and doctors can't help so he just kinda accepts it. He wants to be a hero. He goes to UA. He can't sleep. His classmates befriend him. He wants to be a hero. He can't sleep.

4- Garvey attacks. Here, Garvey is a little different, designed to be both a smokescreen and a flaregun, getting AfO's attention and getting quirks to him. It works better than Ujiko could have expected- when Aizawa looks on him to erase, he pulls a quirk in instead, and falls. Oboro catches him, but Garvey is attacking fully now, trying to mark and get his master's attention. Both boys are injured, more quirks are slipped into Aizawa, and he wakes up in the hospital with Ujiko leaning over him. He demands to know what he's doing and to get away from him, which Ujiko takes as AfO having a plan all along and having a reason to sneak into heroics unnoticed, so he backs off. Aizawa leaves the hospital. His insomnia has gotten worse, and he's starting to remember his dreams. They're confusing, and awful. Once, Oboro wakes him up when he fell asleep outside the gym, and he almost impales him with a spike that none of them know where it came from. Shouta tells him he's going back to the hospital to figure out what's going on, and Oboro insists on coming with and bringing the others. They plan to do it in two days. Then Shouta leaves to do it alone that night.

5- Ujiko happily lets Aizawa in and answers his questions, until he realizes that Aizawa genuinely doesn't know what's going on and has none of AfO's memories- or at least, has accessed none of them. Ujiko shows Aizawa AfO's body, then surprises him with an attack and a blindfold to keep from being aged out of existence. Aizawa is put in a sister tank, as Ujiko suspects the incomplete transfer of quirks is why the memories aren't present enough. So, he starts the transfer himself. However, he didn't count on anyone knowing where Shouta had gone, and before the transfer is complete, Oboro, Nemuri, and His Purple Majesty lead an attack to get Shouta free. He's out, and while the transfer was enough to unlock the memories and severely disorient Shouta, it did not put AfO fully in control of his body, so that'll be a task to manage, but Shouta can take a few months to recover aided by his friends before he worries about doing something like "go to Might Tower" to deal with it all.

#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game

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intertexts · 7 months ago

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oh god i just realized I forgot to send you this. behold: the worst trivia ask out of all of them:

EPISODE 22 TRIVIA:

- they spend the first. 9 whole minutes talking about the logistics of snapping someones neck irl only to learn that its not actually possible and thats just something that was make up for movies

- "this is the most guy talk we've ever had at the beginning of a rolled. i feel like we need a trigger warning for boys"

- bizly wanted them seeing tide again to feel awkward and weird! like you're going back to your parents house after not seeing them for a really long time

- talking about how dakota has so many parental figures now and grizzly goes "except for ms. g. she has my whole heart" and WITHOUT missing a beat charlie goes "no. *i* have your whole heart"

- there was apparently a group of people on twitter who made a VERY long VERY well researched document about how all the medical stuff esp involving william would work and kept tagging bizly in posts asking how things would work and hes like "man i dont know!! i write a silly superhero show im not a doctor! it all comes down to his parents built a very strange machine that was designed to view worlds unseen!" (<< quoting the dp theme song in the most EXASPERATED voice possible.)

- "WILLIAM WISP SHOULD HAVE FUCKIN WORMS IN HIM. if we were playing this realistically william would be fuckin LOCKED UP with rigor mortis and COVERED in worms and FULL OF GASSES. he should be FOUL. and FULL OF WORMS. and I DONT WANT THAT" << hes a coward for this. btw. i feel like william should be grosser

- they just keep saying more things about how william should be so grotesque. at one point charlie goes "please dont draw this. its so gross". me, looks at my 4/7 jrwi freak week canvases that are william wisp themed. um. well.

- WARM BODIES MENTION. i love that movie. charlies like "thats how i want william to work hes undead but hes like. pretty about it"

- bizly: "because we've already explored this plot thread of William Being Dead so much, i dont want him getting a heart to just automatically fix that. its not like hes just magically alive now. i havent thought of the exact consequences yet but i want there to be some drawbacks to this to keep things interesting"

charlie: "william is just thrilled right now to be feeling stuff. i dont think hes considering the possible drawbacks"

- "ive never been prouder of any of my characters than when william wisp dented drywall"

- "why didnt vyncent get a fun surgery too" "because I'm a coward"

- they were on some absolutely insane energy for this rolled they keep going on like 5-10 minute long tangents and BARELY talk about the episode other than to mention how william should be a rotting corpse. I REMEMBER NOW that this was a SIGNIFICANT factor in my being frustrated with the heart surgery thing LMAO

- THATS IT. THATS LITERALLY IT. THE ROLLED IS OVER NOW. THIS WAS NOTHING !!!!!

TERRIBLE rolled youre right!!!!! help!!! this is so funny. great rolled guys lets wrap it up. william should be wormy and u cant snap peoples necks. good job everybody. it is really funny to me that people were... expecting medical accuracy?? how do u really seriously research putting one guys heart and another guys blood inside a body that's been dead for several years. frankly i would love to see it i'm very curious.

LOWKEY I'M GLAD HE *ISN'T* A BLOATED LOCKED UP DECAYING CORPSE!!!!! PERSONALLY!!!! i fully respect ur rights and taste to think he should be rotting and worm filled and stinky but frankly i'm on charlies side w this one. hes undead and pretty about it <33

anyway. i still have many thoughts about wiwi's soul/body/wisp relationship that i will NOT start talking about now because it would get LONG. but. its always great hearing their thoughts on it. eyes emoji. but yeah i really don't want him to be just magically fixed and alive now.... we'll see!! we'll see how it goes!!!!

#mac tag!#THANKS FOR THE TRIVIA KING!!!!!! <3333 #also have i mentioned im still feeling insane about the heart thing? because i'm feeling insane about the heart thing.#pd lb

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bella-goths-wife · 2 years ago

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Poly line brain rot, how about when reader is sick, shes got the boys worried and James and faith fighting each other to play nurse

She eventually gets sick of it and screams at them both to get out, marko and paul keep an eye on her, Dwayne metaphorically bangs their heads together and is like 'guys, seriously, shes sick, get your shit together and get along for 5 minutes'

And they try, they do, but it's not perfect

“I can play nurse”

Faith x reader x James, reader x father lost boys

A dreaded day had washed over the cave, the day you got sick. Faith had woken up that evening, attached to you as she always does in her sleep. But when she woke up she had found you to be extremely warm, too warm.

You woke up groggy and with a massive migraine. You tried to hide it as today was the usual day you, faith and James would go on a date. Faith saw through you straight away and went to fetch star, who wasn’t in as she had found a boy to entertain her time with.

Her next best bet was her favourite of your fathers, marko. Marko and faith has a mentor and student type of relationship and she greatly admired him even though she would never forgive him for what he put you through hell when you were a child.

“(Y/n)s sick” faith blurted out nervously when she entered the common area of the cave where Paul, Marko and Dwayne sat.

“What?” Marko questioned with worry

“She’s got a fever and she’s mumbling unintelligibly” faith said as she fiddled with her long night shirt which was actually yours. She preferred to sleep in your oversized band shirts because your scent and perfume always helped her sleep, she refused to wear any ‘that heathen’ had worn previously though.

“What should we do?” Paul questioned Dwayne as he was the most rational

“Tell David and make sure to keep her hydrated” Dwayne answered “if she gets any worse, faith can take her to the doctors”

“I can take care of her for the time being” faith offered or more demanded, this was her chance to spend extra time with you while James couldn’t.

“We should probably take care of her” Dwayne denies faiths request “we can’t get sick, your human and you don’t want to get sick”

“I don’t mind getting sick” faith reassured “I have a really strong immune system so I probably won’t anyway”

“See” marko stands up and puts his arm around faiths shoulder “faiths got it under control and we can help”

Faith was grateful she had Marko as an ally. She used to get pushed out of conversations and decisions quite easily when she first began living in the cave but when marko took a shining to her, she was never left out again and he always had her back. Kind of like a bad influence older brother.

“If you say so” Dwayne huffs out as he gets up to check up on you “we’ll still be taking care of her though”

Dwayne couldn’t help his possessiveness. He liked faith, he truly did, but she was yet another person who could take you away from your fathers and he despised that. Even if he liked the girl he still wanted to tear her head off of her shoulders whenever he saw her kiss or embrace his little girl.

Marko went to tell David the news. Dwayne and faith went off to check on you but Paul had other plans. Paul wanted to shit stir.

He strolled out of the cave as it the sun had just gone down and went to the phone booth near the bluff and dialled up maxs phone.

“Maxs residence, this is his son speaking” James answered and Paul snickered

“Son? That was quick” Paul teased, he heard a deep sigh through the phone and laughed harder

“What do you want shithead?” James seethed out at Paul in frustration

“I’m just calling you to let you know that unfortunately your date has been cancelled” Paul said with a over the top nonchalant tone

“Oh and whys that?” James questioned through gritted teeth, already tired of Paul’s antics

“Well she can’t exactly turn up when she’s sick, that what would just be cruel” Paul gasped out in fake offence.

“She’s sick?!” James rushed out in worry

“Yep, poor girls got a fever and can barely string together a sentence” Paul smirked into the phone

There was a long silence before Paul heard the jingling of keys and the rushed sound of shoes being put on.

“I’ll be over in ten minutes” James rushed out as he put the phone down and ran through the door.

“I’m counting on it” Paul smirked out at his evil genius plan.

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“How are you feeling honey?” Faith asked gently as she moved stray hairs from your sweaty forehead

You just mumbled incoherently into your pillow as you pulled the covers close to your chest. Dwayne looked at you with sympathetic eyes as he put more water to your mouth but you rejected it.

Suddenly the two of them heard stomping footsteps through the cave as they got closer and the door slammed open to reveal a fuming James and a smirking Paul.

“Oh baby” James rushed to your side and pushed faith back “are you okay?”

You nodded your head into your pillow as you coughed and shivered into your blankets

“Thanks for telling me faith” James seethed sarcastically as Dwayne rolled his eyes

“I’ve been taking care of her” faith defends herself “it’s not my fault you live in town”

“You always find a way to throw that back into my face” James argues “I don’t live here because the you cried to David about me”

“That’s not true” faith denies and gets in James face “David asked me if you’d make a good roommate and I told him my honest opinion”

“You just know she’d want to spend more time with me if I lived here” James mocked cruelly

“Oh go back to your sugar daddy max you stupid waste of air” faith responded with anger

“Don’t get mad because the head of the family likes me better than the prissy little bitch” James jabs his finger into faiths shoulder and she pushes him

“Max isn’t the head of the family, David is” faith defends David, her powerful ally “you’d know that if you were actually part of the family”

“I don’t want to be part of this sick circus of cruelty” James yells back “as soon as I get the chance I’m getting her out of this freak show”

“I’ll kill you before you even get the chance” faith yells back

Dwayne and Paul watch this with amused expression before they notice you covering your ears and whimpering into your pillow in pain. Dwayne growls lowly as he goes to intervene

“Shut up” you groan out, beating Dwayne to the punch “if your going to keep yelling just get out”

This took the two of them by surprise. Sure you’d hand James his ass whenever he was being a prick or was simply taking bad about faith but you’d never snapped at faith before. You knew she was an emotionally fragile person when it came to you so you would usually have gentle talks with her but tonight you were to sick and tired to care

Dwayne grabs the two of the blondes by the ears and yanks them out of your room as they groaned in pain at his hold.

He drags the two of them into the hall and pushes them against the tunnels of the cave and gives them a frightening glare

“I understand the two of you have a grand total of two brain cells combined whenever your around each other” Dwayne insulted them with a glare “but my child is extremely sick right now and I will not have you two little fuckers making her worse”

The two of them stood slack jawed at Dwayne’s words and didn’t dare move until he finished his speech

“If you two really want to help you’ll slap on a smile and help us take care of your sick girlfriend and my sick daughter” Dwayne scolds them harshly

“OUR sick daughter” Paul corrects, feeling left out. Dwayne turns to him with a ferocious look as he slowly got closer

“Don’t think I don’t know who’s to blame for this situation” Dwayne growls out “now shut up and help these fools to take care of OUR sick daughter who’s situation you made worse”

“Yes sir” Paul muttered out like a scolded child as he went to your room to comfort you.

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Faith and James entered your bedroom with a tray full of food on it and placed it on the bed as they gently woke you up.

“We made you soup honey” faith whispers gently

“I made soup and you filled a bottle up with water” James muttered out but stops when faith jabs him in the ribs with her elbow.

“Is there anything we can do honey?” Faith asks genuinely while rubbing your hands affectionately

“I can play nurse for you?” James jokes with a smirk but is again stopped by faiths elbow to his ribs as he swats the back of her head.

“I want my daddy” you said with tears in your eyes, resorting to a childlike manner that you used to do when you were younger

“Oh honey” faith gently carcasses your cheeks “David’s busy-��

“I’m here baby” David interrupts faith and storms past and pushes them both away “can we have some privacy please?”

The two reluctantly left the room with promises to be back later. David crawled into bed with you and leaned your sweaty, hot head on his chest with his arm around your shoulders.

“Your not looking so hot kid” David joked and you choked on a laugh and cry at the same time as David rubbed your back comfortingly.

“I don’t feel good daddy” you whimpered out, slightly embarrassed at your deleterious sick state making you act so childlike.

“It’s okay kid” David pats your back reassuringly “daddy’s here now”

No matter what, David wanted to make sure you would always want your fathers first. He’d make sure of it. He’d kill those two idiots if it meant that you would only have the boys left to take care of you. He’ll keep them around for now, until you get bored and accept your place in their legacy and accept that they are all you need.

They’re poor sick baby.

#slashers x reader #lost boys x reader #lost boys x child reader #yandere lost boys x reader #platonic lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #dad lost boys #yandere lost boys #the lost boys #lost boy x reader #oc x reader #yandere oc x reader

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evelhak · 2 years ago

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30 Days of Autism Acceptance 2023

April 5

Did/do you have accommodations at school/IEP? If not, do you think it would help/have helped you?

I didn't have any autism specific accomodations since I wasn't diagnosed when I was in school but in my early years of elementary school I had a little bit of accommodations for my skin condition. When my skin was very bad I didn't have to participate in P.E. or go outside between classes, because sweating was really painful for me. That indirectly helped some of my sensory issues on hot days, such as sunlight. It also gave me more moments to spend alone, which spared some of my social energy sometimes. My skin got better towards the end of elementary school though, so I didn't have any accomodations beyond classes 1-3.

I definitely would have benefited from it if my other sensitivities had been recognised as something that isn't going to go away. Having to try to get used to things you will never get used to is just traumatizing. Teachers saw me as too sensitive, so each time I failed to not cry when I had to do something that was too much for me, they just had all the more reason to make me do it more often. Of course I would then try to suffer in silence and not draw any attention to myself and eventually just started to chronically disconnect from my senses.

One specific thing I definitely would have needed was more time to eat since I was a slow eater because of sensory issues and I just couldn't eat faster. We sometimes had only 15 minute lunch breaks and I was always late if that was the case, which was stressful because I was just told over and over it was something I had to learn or I would get detention. My solution: eat less, be hungry, and don't let anyone notice.

I also have joint instability due to hypermobility which is probably not unrelated to autism, and I would sprain my ankle almost every day in P.E. but it took years for anyone to take seriously because I was just labelled sensitive and given crappy grades in P.E. for lack of participation, because the teacher believed I was lying about being hurt for attention or laziness. Eventually some doctor or physiotherapist did take it seriously and gave me ankle support, which changed everything for me.

When it comes to the social environment it's hard for me to say exactly what kind of help I would have needed because I think all the kids just would have needed more teachers who had a clue. Bullying was still widely believed to be the fault of the person who was being bullied, and we always had teachers who didn't want to have anything to do with conflicts between students. Most kids were smart enough to be shitty to each other in ways that were hard to detect, anyway.

With the actual school work, I managed on my own. The only subjects I barely passed were foreign languages and math. I eventually became fluent in English in high school (not a native English speaker) because I started to read manga online, and eventually books that weren't translated, so I guess I wouldn't have been so crappy at it at school if an interest based/use based approach to studying had been possible, but, I did manage, and my other difficulties were much more severe.

#30daysofautismacceptance #2023 #actually autistic

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the-cat-chat · 8 months ago

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April 6, 2024

Unbreakable (2000)

A security guard, having been the sole survivor of a high-fatality train crash, finds himself at the centre of a mysterious theory that explains his consistent physical good fortune.

Warning: Review may contain spoilers. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: I’m gonna cut to the chase. This movie sucks. For one, the pacing and timeline of the movie could be adjusted. For example, for most of the movie Bruce Willis is in this discovery and denial phase and it isn't until the very end of the movie that he takes true action. That makes for a slow movie. Cut out a lot of the denial and speedrun the power discovery phase (for example did we need a whole 5 minutes of him just lifting weights??) and spend more time on Bruce Willis taking action. Speaking of Bruce Willis “taking action,” my god he did not look impressive at all in his stupid poncho and his fight scenes were not easy to watch. Also, it would have been more interesting for Bruce Willis and Samuel L. Jackson to develop an actual friendship throughout the beginning of the movie (instead of this antagonism) so the end reveal would be more emotionally impactful. A major point of contention for me in the movie is the psychic visions. I think the visions are stupid, not well explained, and are there to act as a simple way to feed Bruce Willis' character info as quick as possible. I would have removed the visions completely and have him earn information. For example, the end reveal could have been so much cooler if his character would have discovered this info on his own and not by happenstance through a vision. It feels cheap to learn this way. Speaking of powers, I.DO.NOT.GET.IT! Supposedly Bruce gets in a car accident when he is younger and decides to fake an injury. And that’s what ends his football career. But how? When the paramedics show up, when his family takes him to a doctor, when the football coach asks what’s the prognosis…what does he say? Does he somehow fake a cast? Fake rehab? Does he fake a limp? Obviously he’s physically fine, so I don’t understand. I honestly could go on and on about this movie. Don’t even get me started on that train wreck (pun intended hehe) of a relationship with his not-ex-wife. Like in the end he lies to his wife and makes his young son lie on his behalf too???? Is this meant to be a good, healthy family dynamic? NO, I am not happy you guys are seemingly together. I’m getting too worked up now. I’m giving a few stars because I think the dichotomy of putting a super breakable man and an unbreakable man in conflict is a nice idea. And I like the train wreck introduction to the character. But it does suck.

Rating: 2.5/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: I really don’t have any clue where to begin. I’m usually pretty game for whatever and the concept of a three part movie installment, in which the bare minimum I knew from years ago was James McAvoy - is a say less situation. Eveeeen when I’m not the biggest Bruce Willis or Samuel L. Jackson Fan- (sorry but I haven’t fully blocked out The Fifth Element). But still the actually plots are also great ideas. Soooo what’s the problem???? Wellllll.

For one it’s so dramatic??? Like oddly so and corny dramatic??? But also I’m really sorry- the vibes are like slow moving turtle. Why?? It just felt like I was kinda hallucinating a dramatic edit of slow mo Bruce Willis in the rain.

Also the concept of him being unbreakable?? And then Mr. Glass beeeing supppper breakable?? Great idea - and obvi they’ll be enemies. Butttt why?? Just cuz?? And why is water their kryptonite?? Again just cuzzzz?? I need answers that hopefully the next two movies provide.

Annnd then we have the wife and kid. I get having a hard time in a marriage- but you’d think your husband being the only survivor of a train crash would swing you one way or another. Like you really truly love him or you don’t. And I feel like that’s the kinda situation that would make someone evaluate whether or not a relationship with the man that fathered her child is worth working on and recommitting to?? But that’s just me. And this kid. Thhhhis kid. The gun?? He’s actually unhinged and half the time I’m like- is he going to be James McAvoy’s character bc he at least needs to be his roommate in that mental hospital. And how his dad threatened he’d leave so he’d put it down- he def needs therapy to say the least , but don’t we alll?

And the end??? The fit? Bonkers. A weird slicker poncho that tells evvvvveryone that you work security at the college? Real incognito there man. And the homicide/evil guy he beats up- but can’t help falling into a pool while it rains plllsssss. And then being all hush hush with the kid that he’s a super guy- that’s really gonna help things with your wife. And finally that Mr. Glass made all the accidents. And the dramatic walk offf!!! And the weird overlay of the text to end the story. Just pls traumatize me with James McAvoy and his weird voice he uses and his little cardigan already.

Rating: 2/10 Turtles 🐢

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nebulablakemurphy · 2 years ago

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All For You (Pt. 8)

Warning: this is a mature series that includes mentions of drug use/overdose, mental illness, explicit language and mentions of sex.

“Big push,” the doctor encourages from the bottom of Y/N’s hospital bed. Elliot kisses the top of the leg he’s holding. Jules and Rue both have a hand.

Y/N bears down, pushing with gritted teeth.

“You got it baby,” Rue whispers, against Y/N’s ear. “It’s all you.”

Finally.

“It’s a girl!” When the tiny baby is placed on Y/N’s chest no one moves. Their muscles tense, frozen in place. The infant begins to wail, sending Jules into motion.

“You ok?” Jules asks Y/N, gently releasing her hand.

“Yeah.” Y/N breathes.

“I’m gonna take her.” Jules whispers, reaching for the newborn.

Y/N nods.

Elliot hesitates, the thought of letting Y/N go, especially now, feels odd to him. Like she just had his baby. Surely he should hold onto her for a minute, make sure she’s ok.

“Go ahead, dad.” Y/N gives him a tired smile, as she nuzzles against Rue.

He lowers Y/N’s limb onto the bed. Swiping a hand over his eyes, which are suddenly wet from looking at the baby in Jules’ arms. She’s perfect. From the moment Jules touched her she hasn’t made a sound. Wide eyes staring out at the world, at her mother, at him.

Elliot wraps his arms around Jules.

“She’s perfect.” The blonde murmurs.

“Just like you.”

Time passes differently after. After labor and birth and her. Lux.

Lux loves to be held, by Y/N, Rue and Elliot. Especially Jules.

They spend the rest of the day together, the four of them and the newest member of their family.

Eventually Rue and Elliot make their exit, to tend Sawyer and Cameron at home. Being apart never gets easier, they just got used to it; knowing they would be together again.

Jules climbs into the hospital bed that night, at Y/N’s request, facing each other at the edges of the twin size mattress.

Suddenly the bed is moving, pushing them both upwards.

“Jules,” Y/N whispers, as not to wake the baby.

“I didn’t touch anything.”

“Jules, your ass is pressing the button.” Y/N can barely get the words out, she’s laughing too hard.

Jules moves in closer, away from the railing with the control panel, slowing maneuvering the bed back down with her finger. “Sorry.”

“It’s all good.” Y/N nuzzles against the pillow. She can’t wait to go home, back to her own bed. Back to Sawyer and Cameron, back to Rue.

“Are you happy?”

Y/N smiles softly, brushing a stand of blonde hair over Jules shoulder. “Yeah. Are you?”

Jules blinks quickly, her chin trembling.

“Don’t cry.” Did she change her mind?

“I’m just so happy.” Jules assures her. Resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “It still doesn’t feel real, you know? Like I actually get to keep her.”

“She’s yours.”

“I’ll never be able to tell you how thankful I am for everything you’ve done.”

“Jules, you don’t need to thank me.”

“I hope she always looks like you. Then I can have a piece of you with me forever.” Jules tears up a bit at this.

Y/N bats at the traitorous tears escaping from her own eyes. “I’m literally across the street. I’m not going anywhere, we just refinanced.”

“I love you so much,” Jules tells her.

“I love you too.”

“Do you think I’ll be good at this?” Being a mom.

“I think you’re gonna be amazing.”

“I hope so.”

“And if you need me, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll always need you.”

“Fuck,” Y/N sniffles. “Enough. I can’t do this with my hormones right now.”

Jules let’s out a quiet laugh. “Sorry.”

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They leave the hospital together. Elliot carrying Lux out in her carseat. Y/N in the wheelchair she doesn’t actually need, but Rue insists she ride to the parking lot. Love is funny that way.

The first night is long. Lux isn’t used to the bassinet, it’s bigger than her cot at the hospital. Jules and Elliot take turns. Y/N and Rue give them their space.

But Y/N wakes to the sound each time anyway. This time, to her surprise, she finds not Jules or Elliot quietly rocking the newborn, but “Rue?”

“She looks just like you.” Rue murmurs. “That’s what Elliot gets for Cameron.”

Y/N huffs a laugh.

“It’s gonna be interesting. A little piece of you just running around out there.”

“It’s all good things, Rue.”

“I know…I love you.”

“I know,” Y/N assures her, “I love you more.”

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Sleepless nights bleed into early mornings. The hustle of their new life joining their old life is difficult at first, but becomes normal.

It’s not until Lux is three months old that Elliot and Jules begin sleeping at their house again. Leaving only the bassinet behind as a reminder of what had been.

It feels wrong the day Elliot comes to collect it. Like finally closing the worn binding of a book held open to a page for too long.

“Are you ok, baby?” He asks, as Y/N holds open the front door for him.

“I’m ok,” Y/N nods, holding the wooden frame harsher than strictly necessary.

“Do you want me to stay with you until Rue gets home?”

“No,” she shakes her head, “go be with your family, Elliot.”

Elliot sets the bassinet down on the front porch, coming to close the distance between them. “You’re my family too.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I love you and I would be here every second if you let me. I understand that we have boundaries, but Jules and I didn’t set them. We respect them, and we’ll continue to do that. But if you need us here, if you need Lux here-”

“I don’t need Lux here.” Y/N whispers. “I love her, but she’s not mine. And I knew that one day I would have to let her go.”

Elliot takes another step forward, “I’m right across the street if you need me.”

“I know, Elliot.” Y/N forces a smile.

He takes a deep breath in, running a hand over his face. Elliot knows Y/N, what she’s about to do. Allow the pent up emotions to hit her like a tidal wave, all alone while the kids are at school and Rue is at work. She won’t cry for help, even if she gets in too deep. She’ll pick up the pieces before anyone even knows.

“Text me later?”

Y/N leans forward, pecking a kiss to his cheek. “Every night and day for the rest of your life.”

“I’ll take it.” He chuckles.

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“So I guess this is it.” Jules shrugs, standing at the doorway of Elliot’s tiny apartment, that has begun to feel like home.

“But we’ll be back to visit at least once a week and Jules is coming home on semester break.”

“And Christmas.” Rue adds.

“And Christmas,” Jules confirms.

Elliot nods, “I told you guys, I’m good.” And he’s gonna stay that way.

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ridiculously-over-obsessed · 2 years ago

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Hola nerds!! So I saw this post and I decided that over February I’m going to be doing a drabble a day based on each prompt because (a) I love my gays, there are never enough of them dkflhgdfkg, and (b) it’s a good way to warm up and get into writing for the day, who knows you might even get more of my actual fics thanks to this 😅

Anyhoo, here’s Day One!!

FEBRUARY DRABBLES - DAY ONE: LOVE LETTER

Chloe sat on the end of their bed, turning the envelope over and over in her hands. It had been in the box of Beca’s things that she had brought home with her, the last remnants of the time that she had spent in the hospital. Chloe could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she looked at the single scrawled word on the front of the white envelope. It was a simple one, one that no-one else would think otherwise about, but to those that knew Beca best it was the word that defined her whole world:

“Chloe”

They’d spent too long in college pretending that they didn’t feel anything more than friendship for each other, that the hugs and the littlest of excuses to touch other and the stolen looks were nothing more than Chloe’s overly friendly demeanour and Beca learning to let her walls down around people. But it wasn’t, it was so much more than that, and the rush of winning Worlds added to the combined effects of alcohol and the “mystique of Europe” (Chloe’s words) had finally pushed them into each other’s arms and Beca’s hotel bed.

Beca and Chloe had barely spent a minute apart since, moving to New York together whilst Chloe went to vet school and Beca took up a job with Residual Heat’s partner BFD Records. After the events of the USO Tour and before Beca went on tour with DJ Khaled, she asked Chloe to marry her and of course Chloe had emphatically said yes.

The years flew by after Beca returned. Marriage. Their first home in L.A. Beca’s solo career taking off. Chloe opening her own vet clinic. Their daughter Rachel. Their son Alex. It was perfect, so absolutely perfect.

And then Beca got sick. It was barely noticeable at first. Beca was just a little more tired than usual, she got out of breath doing simple things like going upstairs and she was plagued by a dry cough that kept her up at night, but nothing that suggested anything other than a bad cold. But after the symptoms persisted for two weeks without getting any better Chloe insisted that Beca saw a doctor, and when they referred Beca onto a cardiologist neither of them wanted to address the sinking feeling they got.

Beca barely heard it when the heart surgeon told them the news. All she registered was Chloe squeezing her hand in a vice like grip, one stronger than when she had been in labour with Alex, and the way her heart pounded in her chest. Her faulty heart, her failing heart. Chloe’s head had rested on her shoulder, soft kisses pressed onto it as Beca tried to focus on what was being said to her.

Transplant.

She needed a transplant. That was all there was. Her mom had died from heart failure when she was Beca’s age, why hadn’t Beca gotten herself tested before now? She’d meant to, she swore to her mom that she would, that no matter where else her life took her, Beca would make sure that the people she loved weren’t robbed of time they could spend with her. Beca’s mom had died waiting for a transplant… and now Beca was waiting for the same thing.

Beca got really sick far too quickly. Chloe watched as Beca’s heart, her big, beautiful, loving heart let her down and made her so very ill. Their children were grown at this point, both at college (Alex in his freshman year, Rachel in her sophomore) but both flying back the minute they heard Beca was sick. Both were there the night that Chloe had to call an ambulance because Beca couldn’t breathe and her chest was tight. Chloe had been a mess when they had wheeled Beca off, Rachel ringing their godmother Aubrey to come and join them whilst Alex held his sobbing mother close. Aubrey had arrived in a matter of hours, jumping on the first flight from New York to be there to comfort her oldest friend that she knew would be falling apart without Rachel having to say more than: “Mom’s in hospital. It’s bad.”

The good news was that Beca had moved to the top of the transplant list. The bad… Beca might not last long enough to get one. Chloe had sat by her bed, her hand tight in hers as her other caressed Beca’s hair, her cheek, her arm, whatever part of her she could. She didn’t know how much longer she had to touch her, to talk to her, to love her. She had foolishly assumed it would be the rest of her life, why hadn’t she tried harder to make sure Beca knew how much she loved her, how thankful she was that she heard her singing in the shower all those year ago. The best parts of their lives was just beginning and here the world was robbing them of that. It wasn’t fair.

“Mom?”

Chloe was dragged from her thoughts as she looked up from where she sat at the end of the bed, smiling softly as she looked up at Rachel. She was the spitting image of Beca, it was frightening how much she looked exactly like the woman that she had fallen in love with. Her stormy blue eyes sparkled with the same mischief, her lips formed the same smirk, she even rolled her eyes at her in the same way that Beca had so many times.

“Yeah?” Chloe pushed back the tears that welled in her eyes.

“Are you coming through? We don’t want to start without you…”

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming.” Chloe nodded, still holding the letter in hands as she went through into the living room.

They’d had the same tradition since their children were small. Sunday nights were family nights, they were sacrosanct, untouched by Beca’s career and her touring (the wonders of Skype had helped with that), or Chloe’s clinic, or the social lives of Alex and Rachel. It seemed only fitting to do it now too. Now that their whole family was there, that the Bellas had come to L.A. just for this. Of course they had, Beca was their family too, of course they’d want to be there for this.

Chloe had the letter tight in her hand as she pushed through her friends and her family to get to the sofa, smiling softly as she settled onto the couch, her head resting on a familiar shoulder as she sniffled, finally allowing the tears she had been holding back all day to run down her cheeks.

“I found this.” She mumbled, her fingers running over the sealed envelope as her gaze remained focused on it, “What do I do with it?”

“Well you could read it. It is meant for you y’know?”

Chloe giggled as she shook her head softly, looking up from the letter with a teary grin, “It just… it seems a little redundant now. Don’t you think?”

“I meant every word of it.” Beca grinned back, running her fingers slowly through Chloe’s hair, revelling in the ability to be able to still, “Dying, dead, or healthy as a horse, the way I feel about you never changes. You’re the love of my life Chloe Beale.”

“And you are such a dork Beca Mitchell.” Chloe’s eyes glittered with tears and emotion as she leant up to press a soft kiss to Beca’s lips, “A dork who I love so much. I’m so glad you’re okay Becs.”

Chloe’s hand rested on Beca’s chest, her finger gently running along the angry red line that ran down it. She swallowed the lump in her throat as it reminded her of just how close she had been to losing Beca, of how they had almost missed the opportunity to spend a long and happy life together. Beca’s hand rested over hers and the look in her eyes told Chloe she was thinking exactly the same thing.

Chloe let the letter drop from her hand, fluttering to land between them as her other hand cupped Beca’s cheek, “I don’t need it to know how you feel. I know that whether it’s your new heart or your old one beating in your chest, it beats for me. For our family.”

“Dude I literally wrote that in the letter, that’s creepy…” Beca chuckled, “You’re so weird.”

“I’m your weirdo.” Chloe beamed, kissing Beca deeply as she felt the weight on couch next to her shift and a loud groan come from behind her.

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how about "come on, let’s get you cleaned up"? from the hurt/comfort list?

Oooo I love this one!! Coming right up lovely!! 🥰💖

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up"

“I sleep upside down like a bat.”

Beca groaned softly as looked up to where Lilly hung from the tree above her. She was alive. Thank god she was alive. That had to be one of the most terrifying experiences of her life, fuck Aubrey Posen and her Lodge and her bear traps and her “we don’t believe in ladders!” bullshit policy.

“You good there Shawshank?” Amy grunted from underneath her.

“Yeah.” Beca nodded, wincing a little as she stumbled to her feet, “Yeah I think I’m good...”

“Are you sure?” Chloe had rushed over, their fight momentarily forgotten as she started to check Beca over for injuries, “That was a really high drop Becs, did you hit your head?”

“No, no I’m fine.” Beca smirked softly as she caught Chloe’s worried hands, “Really Beale. I’m good.”

“Good.” Chloe sighed in relief, “Because I’m not doing being mad at you for lying to me all year...”

“Chlo...” Beca whined, “I said that I’m sorry!”

“I know...” Chloe’s brow furrowed, “But it’s not just that you lied to the Bellas Beca... you lied to me.”

“Come on ladies.” Aubrey, as usual, could sense when Chloe needed some space and quickly gathered the Bellas together, “Let’s go and get each of you a change of clothes and a hot shower.”

“Finally!” Amy cheered.

Beca and Chloe stood in awkward silence for a moment as Beca shuffled her feet, her eyes on the ground.

“I didn’t want to lie to you...” Beca muttered.

“Then why did you?” Chloe asked, eyes full of hurt as Beca looked up for a moment.

“I-” Beca huffed as sank to the ground, legs crossed underneath her, “I guess I just... I didn’t think you’d understand. I thought- I though you’d take it as me not wanting to spend time with you and that’s not it at all.”

“Beca of course I understand!” Chloe’s voice rose as she sat opposite Beca, “This is what you want to do with your life, so what if I see less of you?! At least I’d know why, at least I wouldn’t think-”

Chloe cut herself off as Beca looked up from where she’d been tracing patterns in the dirt, shoulders slumping a little. Confusion crossed Beca’s face as she watched Chloe intently, waiting for her to continue.

“Wouldn’t think what?” Beca prompted after a few minutes of silence.

“That you hated me all of a sudden...” Chloe whispered, sniffing softly, “I- I thought I’d done something wrong and you didn’t want to be around me anymore...”

“Chloe...” Beca’s frown deepened as she reached out and took her hand.

For anyone else, Beca wouldn’t have even dreamed of initiating physical contact, not even with Jesse and they dated for nearly four years. But for Chloe, Beca would literally cut off her left arm and give it to her if that’s what she needed.

“I am so sorry I made you feel like that. I couldn’t hate you if I tried...”

“I just figured you were getting ready to pull away after college...” Chloe shrugged, “You’re going to go so far Becs and I- I’m just going to be some girl you used to know in college...”

“No.” Beca shook her head furiously as she shifted closer to Chloe, taking her other hand in hers, “Are you kidding me? You’ll never be just some girl to me Chloe, you are the girl that changed my freaking life!”

Chloe blushed lightly as she finally looked up at Beca again. Beca smiled softly at her, giving her hands a tight squeeze.

“You may have totally violated my privacy, but the day you burst into my shower and made me sing for you was perhaps the best day of my life, and not just because I saw you naked...”

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Could you do 40. “I’m not your princess.”? I love your writing!!

Oh okay, yeah we can do this!! 😍 Thank you so much lovely, that really means a lot 🥺🥰💖

(40) "I'm not your princess."

Chloe walked past the bathroom on her way down to the kitchen to make herself a hot chocolate before bed. It had been a long week of studying for exams and prepping the Bellas for the ICCA finals, and Chloe had decided she’d earned herself a little treat. Sure it was after midnight, but Chloe would do it quietly, and quite honestly most of them were probably still awake anyway, most of the Bellas were night owls.

As she passed the bathroom, Chloe heard a familiar voice drifting through the door. A smile tugged at her lips as she paused in her tracks, listening to Beca sing. She loved listening to Beca sing.

“'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale, I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well...”

Chloe beamed broadly. Beca Mitchell singing Taylor Swift?! Oh, she would never let her live this down...

“This is a big world, that was a small town, there in my rear-view mirror disappearing now...”

A soft frown pulled at Chloe’s eyebrows. Beca usually sang as her mood took her, White Horse wasn’t exactly a happy song. Was Beca okay?

“And it's too late for you and your white horse...”

Chloe gently pushed open the bathroom door, slipping inside as she smiled softly. Surely it was weird that this wasn’t the first time that Chloe had slipped into Beca’s shower unannounced, but Chloe had a feeling that Beca wouldn’t mind. Not really, not deep down.

“Now it's too late for you and your white horse... to catch me now.”

“I knew you were a Swifty deep down.” Chloe grinned.

Beca yelped in surprise, hands falling to cover herself as she stared openmouthed at Chloe.

“Dude?! What is it with you and showers, jesus!”

“Sorry...” Chloe giggled, “I just heard you singing and I couldn’t resist.”

“Resist what?” Beca was incredulous as she tried to preserve some kind of dignity, “Invading my privacy? Again?!”

“Here.” Chloe was still giggling as she grabbed Beca’s towel from the back of the door and handed it to her, “I was worried about you. You only sing sad songs when you’re sad so...”

Chloe shrugged a little as Beca blushed, towel wound around herself as she ran her hand through her wet hair.

“You could’ve waited until I’d gotten out of the shower...” Beca grumbled, but there was the slightest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. She kind of loved that Chloe knew her that well.

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” Chloe shrugged, grinning at Beca as they stood awkwardly in the bathroom, “So... are you okay?”

Beca shifted her feet a little, gaze on the floor as she sighed heavily.

“Jesse um... he cheated on me. Repeatedly apparently, but I caught him doing it this time. Needless to say, we broke up.”

“Oh Becs...” Chloe huffed as she pulled Beca into her arms, “I’m so sorry, that’s awful...”

“Um... I’m kind of nude...” Beca mumbled, face a bright shade of red, “I’m nude and you’re hugging me...”

“You’re in a towel.” Chloe giggled as she released Beca from her embrace, “So you’re not exactly naked.”

“It’s a kind of naked...” Beca blushed even deeper as she smirked a little, “Anyway yeah... I guess I’m just kinda... trying to process it? I didn’t realise anyone was up.”

“I was going to make a hot coco before bed.” Chloe smiled softly, “Tell you what, I’ll make us both one whilst you put some clothes on, and then you can come hang out in my room?”

“That... that sounds really nice. Thanks Chlo.” Beca ran her hand through her hair again, grinning at Chloe a little.

When Chloe returned to her room she found Beca sat on her bed, wearing her biggest hoodie and a pair of sweats, damp hair thrown haphazardly thrown into a bun. She looked small and sad, and it made Chloe’s heart ache. She hated seeing Beca like this. What kind of asshole would make her look like that? What kind of asshole cheated on Beca Mitchell? Surely when you got to be with her, that was it? What else could you possibly want?

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Hey, hie, can you write “ i didn’t know where else to go. “ from hurt/comfort prompts for bechloe? I love your writing. Thank you 💕

Hello lovely!! Thank you so much 🥺🥺 we can absolutely do this one!! 🥰💖

Hurt/Comfort Prompts

"I didn't know where else to go."

“I’m coming, I’m coming...” Chloe grumbled, rubbing at her eye with the back of her hand as the insistent knocking came at her front door again. It was two in the morning, who the hell was that?

Chloe reached the door, leaving it on the chain as she opened it a little, eyes widening a little as they fell upon the form of a hunched brunette that she hadn’t seen in over a year.

“Beca?!”

“I’m sorry...” Chloe couldn’t see Beca’s face between the darkness of the hall behind her and the way her hair fell forward into it, but the hoarseness of her voice made Chloe’s heart ache, “I didn’t know where else to go...”

“Hang on...” Chloe was suddenly wide awake, panic swelling inside her, “I need to take the chain off, I’m not going anywhere, just give me a second.”

Beca said nothing but managed a small nod, Chloe closing the door for a moment as she fumbled with the chain to get it off. When she opened the door again Beca was slumped against the frame, sniffling softly as Chloe reached out to take her hand. Beca flinched away from her, arms wrapping tightly around herself as she kept her head down.

Chloe bit her lip, swallowing hard against tears that were forming in her eyes. Beca looked so small, so thin... what the hell had happened in the last eighteen months?

“Come in Becs, let’s get you a cup of coffee, you’re shivering...” Chloe stepped back a little to let Beca in, swallowing the lump in her throat as she watched the way that Beca moved; slowly, hesitantly, as if she was afraid of everything around her. That wasn’t the Beca that she knew.

Chloe moved to fill the kettle, Beca stood in the middle of her living room with her head still bowed, shifting from foot to foot as she seemed to be waiting for something. Chloe frowned softly as she made up two mugs ready for the water that was boiling.

“You can sit down Beca, you must be tired it’s pretty late.”

“Sorry.” Beca mumbled, sinking to the floor with her legs tucked under her, “I know it’s late. I’m sorry.”

Chloe frowned deeper as she moved over to Beca, the coffee forgotten for a moment as she put her hand on Beca’s shoulder. Beca jumped away from her again, Chloe pushing away the pang of hurt that she felt as she did, moving until she was in front of Beca, kneeling so they’d be at eye level.

“Becs? Would you not rather sit on the couch? It’s way more comfortable than the floor, it’s kind of its whole selling point...” She joked weakly.

“Oh.” Chloe could see Beca’s cheeks flushing red as she kept her head down. She wished Beca would look at her, “Um... I can do that. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise.” Chloe smiled softly, “I’m going to finish the coffees and get you a blanket to warm you up, and then I’ll be right back okay?”

“Okay.” Beca nodded a little, Chloe not missing the way Beca winced as she pushed herself to her feet. She paused as Beca sat on the edge of the sofa, debating whether to stay here and try and get her to talk, but she pushed it away for a moment. There’d be time enough.

Chloe returned as quickly as she could, setting the mugs on the coffee table before unfolding the blanket. She stopped before she went to drape it around Beca, remembering the way that Beca had flinched away from her already tonight.

“I want to put this around you, is that okay Beca?” Chloe asked softly.

Beca nodded wordlessly, still flinching a little as Chloe did but she didn’t pull away this time. Chloe felt her tears welling again as she sat next to Beca, ensuring there was enough space between them so that Beca wasn’t uncomfortable as she passed Beca one of the mugs, getting the feeling that Beca wouldn’t take it for herself.

“Thanks.” Beca mumbled.

There was an uncomfortable silence as Chloe watched Beca seem to shrink within herself, almost trying to make herself look smaller. Chloe could feel her heart breaking, wanting to pull Beca into her arms and hold her until whatever it was that had hurt her went away. Because something had clearly hurt Beca, and badly. Chloe didn’t recognise the young woman that sat next to her and that broke her in a way she couldn’t explain. She should have fought harder to keep in touch with Beca when she dropped off the map, she should’ve been there.

“Becs?” Chloe made sure to keep her voice low and soft, “Can you look at me?”

Beca finally dragged her gaze from it had been glued on the coffee in her hands to look at her. Chloe couldn’t help the sharp gasp that fell from her lips as she did, a hand clapping over her mouth as the tears she had been holding back fell.

Beca looked... ill. Really ill. Her skin was almost white and looked paper thin, her cheeks were hollow, her eyes sunken. Chloe knew she had looked thinner when she stood in her doorway, but she hadn’t realised it had been this thin. The sparkle of mischief that used to exist in her stormy blue eyes was long gone, leaving them dull and void of anything other than a palpable despair. But what really made Chloe’s heart ache, what made her angry beyond any point that she’d ever been, were the bruises and cuts that she could now see.

The small cut above Beca’s left eyebrow that had only just scabbed over. The bruise under her eye on the same side that jarred in painful shades of black and blue and green with her pale skin. The coin shaped bruises around her throat that made a white hot rage shoot through Chloe that she could barely contain.

“Beca... I- what happened to you?” Chloe swallowed her rage as her shaking hands fell into her lap, clasped tightly together to stop herself from reaching out to cradle Beca.

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My #1 post of 2022

Hey! Im kind of new to the fandom, could you possibly recommend any bechloe completed fanfics? thankyou!

Hello lovely!! Welcome to the fandom, if you're looking for a super gay time you're definitely in the right fandom 🤣🤣

I can certainly rec a few for you that are completed, there are some INSANELY talented writers in this fandom, honestly I'm forever in awe of and humbled by the talent around me 🥺 but I will say don't limit yourself to completed fics!! Yes, it is disheartening to read fics that haven't been updated in eons, but as a writer with lots of wips on the go, and knowing writers with lots of wips on the go, I know that there is very little that is as encouraging as someone reading a fic that you haven't finished yet and telling you what they think of the journey so far, it's amazing 😍🥺💖

ANYWAY, here are a few fics that I absolutely adore and are completed, I hope you enjoy them as much as I did!!!

The Monster Within by aca_bechloe47

To the outside world, Beca Mitchell was a loving big sister and the personal assistant to the CEO of Nightline Clubs Inc. Luke Matthews. But behind the scenes, the truth was far more sinister. In the dark of the night, Beca took on the alias of Titanium, the assassin. Soon the security of her secret begins to fall apart and the truth threatens to rear it's ugly head. Will Beca be able to protect her sister and her friends? Will the truth of what happened to her parents cause Beca's world to fall apart even further? Will the officers Beale and Posen have the bust of their careers, or will they find themselves in danger of The Assassins Guild of Atlanta?

(I literally recommend this fic to EVERYONE skljgdlfg it's my favourite bechloe fic of all time, I re-read it all the time, I forgot what their tumblr url is which is TRAGIC but yes, read this!!)

Home Is A Person by @massivedrickhead

Beca has been in the foster care system since she was a baby, and she’s never had anywhere she could call home.

She arrives at the Beale’s home just hoping for a safe place to stay until she turns 18.

For Chloe’s part, she had never gotten behind her parents’ need to foster kids. And despite outward appearances, she hadn’t felt at home here since she was a kid.

(Hands down one of the best bechloe fics in existence I cannot with this fic it owns my heartttt 🥺 also just read anything and everything that massivedrickhead puts out, seriously it's all incredible)

pieces by @suituuup

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn't expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

(HOLY FUCK I swear to god I still think about this fic weekly, it's so fucking good and the EMOTIONS and the ROLLERCOASTER omgggggg 😩😍 again, read anything and everything by suituuup because she's not only a lovely person but an incredible writer too)

barriers by swanqueenfic13

So this is a little fic I've been working on in which Beca meets Chloe at an LA Pride parade, but fate keeps bringing them back together. In the face of a tragedy, Beca has to learn to let down her walls and rely on others. (IDK I'm bad at summaries just give it a chance)

(Oh the feels in this fic, god we love to see them being a safe place for the other it makes me so freaking soft man 🥺🥺🥺 be wary of the content warnings for this one though!!!)

Sing To Me Instead by @pocketdragon

A series of Bechloe one shots and short-form stories inspired by the tracklist from Ben Platt's 'Sing to me Instead' album.

(Okay yes, this is a serious of fics but hear me out kldjklfdjgdf they are all AMAZING, the variety of emotions I go through reading this series I cannot deal, and honestly if you haven't listened to either of Ben Platt's albums go do it, I promise you will not regret it kldfjglkdf)

Paint Your Colours Over Mine by @snowydot

Chloe is used to the colors, and she knows they will never leave. It hadn’t occurred to her that, for Beca, they weren’t really there.

(No okay, you want softness??? Go read this, it makes me very emotional and I melt every goddamn time, Ginny is not only the sweetest person but such a talented writer, you really should read this fic)

i get a feeling, looking you in the eye by @chloebeale

The USO tour came at the right time for Beca, right after quitting her job and needing a distraction. But what about a distraction from her best friend? Who just happens to be sitting by the pool in the middle of the night when Beca is struggling to sleep...

(my beloved E rated Ellie has MANY fics you should read, hell just read them all, seriously I'm so lucky to be her best friend, I am a better person and writer just from being around her. I could have picked so many of her fics to recommend to you, but I picked this one because (a) it's so freaking good, and (b) it is the birthplace of Beca Pigchill and I will adore it forever for that kdfjglkdfjd)

Happy reading anon!!! 😍🥰💖

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crackheadgeminibby · 4 years ago

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mistakes were made

pairing: chris evans x black!reader

warnings: language, age gap, angst, mentions of sex TW body insecurities and talk of weight gain

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You finish getting dressed and pick up everything you need to go for a run. As you’re walking down the last steps, you see that Chris is sitting on the couch, working on something on his computer. You come up behind him and softly kiss his temple before saying,

“Hey baby. I just put Emma to sleep and I’m gonna go for a run. Can you just pay attention and make sure she doesn’t wake up, please?”

Chris absentmindedly nods and mutters a “be careful”. You faintly smile and roll your eyes at his unwavering concentration but make sure to turn the volume of the baby monitor all the way up before leaving.

You go out through the garage and smile up at the sky, feeling the heat of the sun warming up your face.

You start to run the route you used to before getting pregnant with your baby girl. Last Sunday, it had been five months since your bundle of joy had been born. As much as you utterly adored her and the experience of carrying your own child, you had not appreciated the effect that the pregnancy had on your body.

On the contrary, most mothers-to-be were described as glowing and full of new energy but while you were pregnant, you always felt like you were about to get a cold and you had put on so much weight that you could barely recognize yourself. You had thought that it was only the pregnancy hormones changing your body that way as you were still very young, but today, five months after giving birth, your body had stayed the same and that certainly was not helping your confidence.

You weren’t sure if Chris had noticed your insecurities that manifested themselves by you eating almost the same meager meals every day and pushing away all sorts of sexual interactions with him. Since he had never mentioned anything or ever seemed frustrated with you, you thought he simply didn’t notice it or just didn't mind it.

Lost in your thoughts, you’re back home before you know it. As you’re entering the garage, you faintly hear Chris’ voice travel through the house all the way to you. Slightly confused, you assume that he must have forgotten to tell you he had an appointment or something, so you make sure to be as silent as possible to not disturb him.

“Bro, I know, it’s fucking crazy. I actually have my own child now.”

You smile softly at his excitement. You’re downing a bottle of water you took from the fridge when your ears perk up at your name coming out of Chris’ mouth.

“Oh, Y/N? Yeah, you know, she’s fine, she's good.”

Tilting your head slightly, you try to understand the sudden shift in Chris’ mood: even from two rooms away, you could feel his energy change.

“No, it’s fine, it’s just that she’s been kind of weird since the baby.”

You frown at hearing Chris say that. He never mentioned anything to you so why the hell was he talking about it with whoever was on the other end of the phone?

“No but like bro, look, it’s like this. I’ll be out all day doing whatever, and then when I come home, she’s all over me, being super clingy and all. Like, she will literally not let me go anywhere. But then, whenever I try to ease the mood into, you know, something more sexual, she just shuts down and says that Emma needs some food or something and she leaves. Then, when she comes back, she’s practically running from me like I have the fucking plague or something!”

As Chris is listening to what the person on the phone is responding, you start to feel a knot in your throat and you know that if you don’t do anything soon, you’re going to be full-on sobbing. As you’re working on your breathing and a plan, you hear Chris say,

“Dude, I literally thought the same thing. I swear. But, when we went for her check-up a little after she gave birth, the doctor said we couldn’t have sex for 6 weeks. It’s been like 20 weeks now!”

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you leave your water bottle on the counter and run back to the garage, as silently as you can. Once in the safety of the garage, tears stream down your face as you let out a sob that brings you to your knees. You let yourself cry for what feels like forever, but you know it must not have been more than 5 minutes.

When you start to calm down, you focus on finding a plan to make sure Chris didn’t know that you were eavesdropping on his phone conversation. You take deep breaths before wiping your face and fixing your appearance as best as you can while using the rear-view mirror of your car.

Once you’re certain that you can’t do anything more, you take a final breath before opening the door and slamming it loud enough for Chris to hear that you’re in the house. As you’re approaching the living room, and thus, the staircase leading to your room, you faintly hear Chris say, “Yeah, man. I’ll talk to you later.”

You pass behind him while keeping your head held high and not giving him a single glance. As you start to climb up the stairs, you see that Chris is turning towards you.

“Hey baby, I didn’t hear you come back. How was your run?”

You take a deep breath before answering as calmly as you can, “Fine. I’m going to take a shower.”

Chris hesitates for a second before responding, “Um, okay, I’ll start dinner then.”

You don’t answer and run up the last couple of stairs as you feel your resolve crumbling. You hurriedly take some random clothes and a towel before locking yourself in the en suite bathroom. As soon as the door is closed, you put your hand over your mouth as a cry escapes you again. You put your clothes and towel on the counter before sitting in front of your bathtub. You don’t know how long you stay there, stifling your cries, but you suddenly hear the doorknob jiggling before a loud knock resonates through the bathroom.

“Y/N? You okay in there? I heard some weird noises.”

You clear your throat as softly as you can before answering, “I’m fine, I just stubbed my toe.” You cringe as your voice breaks halfway through your sentence.

The doorknob jiggles again before you hear, “Are you sure? And why is the door locked? You never lock it.”

“Uh... I'm on my period.”

You roll your eyes at your dumb and illogical excuse but it was going to have to do for now.

Before Chris can say anything else, you start the shower, rapidly take your clothes off and step inside. Both Chris and you knew that when the shower water was on, it was almost impossible to hear anything else in the bathroom.

You spend at least an hour under the scalding water, and you finally get out as you see a glimpse of the time on the bathroom clock: 6:45pm. It was time to start getting Emma ready for bed and you knew that she rarely slept through the night if you weren't the one to put her to bed. Knowing that this meant that nobody in the house would really get any sleep, you reluctantly turn off the shower water and get out of the shower.

As you’re toweling off, you can faintly hear music coming from outside of the bathroom. You put on the clothes you had taken from your room and put them on.

How ironic. You were wearing the same shirt from the first time Chris had told you he loved you. You smile bitterly as you look at the shirt in the mirror and pick up the rest of your things before getting out of the bathroom.

You walk into your shared bedroom with Chris and immediately recognize “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd. You roll your eyes as you remember the time you had told Chris that, for whatever reason, The Weeknd’s 2010s phase could always get you in the mood. You take your time doing your skincare routine before taking care of your workout clothes.

After finishing in your bedroom, you close the door and head to Emma’s room to get her ready for bed. However, you frown confusedly as you see that everything in Emma’s room is clean and organized. Emma is clearly changed, dressed in her nighttime pyjamas, tucked in and soundly asleep while Dodger is snoring in front of her crib. You smile softly. Even before Emma was born, Dodger was extremely protective of her and when she was born, he was practically attached to her hip. Wherever Emma was, Dodger was also there.

You’re watching Emma and Dodger sleep, a seemingly permanent smile on your face when you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around rapidly and slightly jerk away from Chris when he attempts to put a hand on your arm. He frowns slightly before saying,

“I got Emma ready for bed and dinner’s ready downstairs.”

You sigh and walk around Chris before making your way downstairs as you hear his soft footsteps behind you. When you turn the corner to enter the living room, your breath slightly hitches as you see that Chris has set a candlelit dinner table. Chris softly sets his hands on your shoulders and starts to gently massage them as he says,

“I made spaghetti with chicken parm, your favorite. And extra cheese, just how you like it.”

As your resolve starts to crumble, Chris’ words from earlier in the day echo in your mind. The memory makes you instantly tense up and you let out a shaky breath while trying to control your emotions. To take the focus off of you, you sit down and start to serve Chris and yourself some water. You hear Chris sigh loudly before he sits down in front of you. He serves you a hearty serving of pasta with a whole chicken breast before serving himself. Chris looks at you, clearly hesitating to say anything for a couple of seconds while you’re poking at your food before saying,

“So, I thought you would like the chicken parm tonight since you seemed kind of down after your run.”

You let go of your fork, which loudly hits your plate, and put your head in your hands before you say, “Oh my God, Chris, I can’t fucking do this.”

“Woah, Y/N, you can't do what? What's wrong?”, Chris asks, shocked.

“What’s wrong, Christopher, is that I heard you on the phone this afternoon. Talking about how I’m supposedly clingy and never want to have sex with you anymore.”

Chris visibly tenses up as he hears your statement and stammers trying to find an excuse to justify his behavior.

“Wait, I… I can explain.”

You hold your hand up, signifying to Chris that you’re not done.

“First of all, you have absolutely no right to talk to anybody about our sex life without at least asking me first, which you know I would absolutely not agree with. Second of all, you should know by now that if you have any problems with me, you come to me. You don’t go talking to some random person about it behind my back.”

You angrily get up from the table and narrow your eyes at Chris as you continue.

“And third, not that you deserve any justification whatsoever for me not wanting to have sex with you, but I gained weight, Chris. Way too much weight. I find myself fat and gross and I didn’t want you to see my body and think the exact same things I think every single time I see myself in the mirror.”

You sniffle as you realize that you had been crying.

“And you can help yourself to the couch tonight.”

You walk up the stairs and, mindful to not wake Emma up, you softly close your bedroom door. You immediately snuggle into the covers while soft sobs rake through your body. You’re not sure how long you lay there crying but you eventually fall asleep from exhaustion.

You groggily wake up a couple of hours later while the sun is starting to rise as you hear Emma’s cries on the baby monitor. You rub your eyes as you get out of the bed and head over to her room. You take Emma out of her crib and immediately identify that her diaper is full. You feel your headache from crying developing further as you’re changing Emma.

When you’re finished, you take Emma in your arms and bounce her up and down while softly humming to help her fall back asleep with Dodger dutifully following you.

You head downstairs in search of painkillers for your headache while continuing to hum to Emma. While passing through the living room, you can see Chris’ head resting on the couch armrest. As Dodger spots him, he heads over to him and whines softly before setting himself at the end of the couch, prepared to fall back asleep.

You chuckle slightly before downing the painkillers and heading back up to Emma’s room, ready to put her back in bed. You set her down and tuck her in before exhaling softly and heading back to your bedroom.

Your headache and the painkillers had effectively made you exhausted again as you fall asleep almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.

When you finally wake up for the day, you groan at the faint traces of your headache still present. You look over at your nightstand and see that it’s now 7:30am. You roll your eyes at this. You had barely slept an additional hour.

Figures. You never really slept that well when Chris wasn't in bed with you.

As your senses start to really awaken, you smell some coffee and hear the shower running for a couple of seconds after which, it stops.

Before you know it, Chris walks out of the bathroom, body steaming, with a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. He suddenly stops in his tracks as he realizes you’re awake.

God… Even when he pissed you off, he was still hot as fuck.

He lightly clears his throat before saying, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I just wanted to take a shower after my workout.”

You gently shake your head before responding with a raspy voice, “You didn’t wake me, it’s fine.”

Chris nods his head once before tightly smiling. You can feel the tension in the room as Chris stands in front of the bathroom door and looks anywhere but at you. After a couple of seconds, he softly sniffles and croaks, “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You sit up in the bed and lean on the headboard as you frown softly. Chris makes his way to you and softly sits on his side of the bed with his head hung. You can see from the various expressions that are passing on his face that he’s trying to find the words to talk to you

“I didn’t really sleep last night because I kept thinking about what you said. And I realized how much of an asshole I was.” He balls up his fists as he shakes his head and continues, “I never should have talked about any of those things with Matt and I’m so sorry that I did. I’m also sorry that I never came to talk to you, like a grown man, and instead just talked about you behind your back.”

Chris hesitantly reaches for your hands and takes them into his when he sees that you’re not negatively reacting to him while tears are dropping on the covers.

“Above all, I’m especially sorry that I ever made you feel like I wasn’t there for you and like you couldn’t come to me. I really didn’t know how you felt about yourself and it breaks my heart that I let you go through this alone when I should have been there to support you after Emma was born."

He shrugs gently before finishing with, "And for what it’s worth, I think you’re as beautiful now as you were while you were pregnant and before you got pregnant.”

Chris looks up at you with red eyes as he waits for you to say something. You open and close your mouth multiple times as you’re trying to find the right words to respond to him.

You finally settle on, “I don’t know that I can forgive you right now, Chris. What you did really hurt me. Like a lot.”

Chris’ head slightly hangs down before you finish with, “However, I don’t think it would be beneficial to our family for us to be apart right now.”

As soon as he hears this, Chris’ head snaps up, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“I’m gonna need space and time to work through this but I believe that our relationship is stronger than this.”

Chris nods excitedly and bites his bottom lip before asking, “Is it okay if I hug you?”

You lightly nod your head and chuckle slightly as Chris practically throws himself at you. He rests his head in the crook of your neck before whispering “I love you so much, Y/N.”

Without hesitation, you whisper back, “I love you too, Chris.”

If there was something that you knew would never change is that you loved Chris, forever and always.

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lubdubsworld · 4 years ago

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Change of Heart ( Taehyungx OC)

Pairing : Taehyung x OC Werewolf AU!!

Genre : Romance, Explicit Content.

Warnings : None. ( Some mild violence but mostly off screen ) werewolf sex, ruts, knotting etc

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3/ Chapter 4

[ Summary :

Times are changing.

After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all…..

He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart , first. ]

Chapter 5

I found myself breathing through my nose, woozy and incoherent as the doctor fussed over me.

“This is looking pretty damn bad, Dr. Jeon...” He was muttering while Jungkook sat next to me gripping my hands. My throat went dry at the words, fear making my heart jackrabbit against my ribs.

“The bullet’s hit pretty close to artery near the clavicle, she’s lost a whole lot of blood. “

“Seo Joon’s going to prison for this... “ Jungkook swore, stroking my palm as I tried to stay conscious.

“Tell me I don’t have to stay in the hospital for a long time...” I begged, desperate.

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“You got shot... It’s not a playground scrape, Mirae....” Jungkook sounded exhausted.

I nodded.

“ Whats going on with my father? Seo Joon was pissed off about something with my father....” I said, remembering the reason the wolf had been so pissed in the first place.

“We’ll talk about this later- You need to rest and-”

“Just tell me damn it!!”

Jungkook sighed.

“Your father got called out for trying to sabotage the vaccine drive going on on the island and he played the whole, ‘ why would I sabotage something my daughter helped make...’ card on TV. It’s had an effect....”

I swallowed.

“What do you mean by effect?”

Jungkook looked a little angry now.

“Can’t we talk about this tomorrow...you’re bleeding and hurt ...you need to fucking rest...”

“What’s going on...?” I demanded.

“The weres don’t want the vaccine anymore. They think...well they think you may have tampered with it....” He looked uncomfortable and I couldn’t comprehend what I’d just heard.

I stared at him, my jaw going slack in shock.

“I’m not.... I have nothing to do with the vaccine...that is so far above my paygrade..I’m a lab tech..... what even-” I was too outraged to even think clearly.

“People don’t know that, Rae. All they know is that they have always associated your father with bringing harm to the were community and somehow his daughter is here working on something that has the potential to both hurt and heal.....”

I bit my lips.

“He’s not even my real father.” I choked out.

Jungkook looked surprised at that.

“What?”

“It’s true. He adopted me because he raped my mom and she fucking killed herself over it. I was eight years old at the time and the bastard did not want any loose ends...” The words came out , bitter and edged with anger but it was an old hurt. An old rage that had long faded into a blunt sort of ache. I had been so young. Too young to fully comprehend

Jungkook looked completely stunned.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry....”

“He wanted me to marry one of his anti-were associates . That's literally all he raised me for. When I refused , he cut me off completely. I’ve literally been on my own for years now and my job is the only thing keeping me from dying on the streets....”

I hissed when the nurse touched my shoulder , the physical agony of my shoulder somehow intensifying as the nurse moved to finish dressing the wound. I would have to wear a sling next but I couldn’t even fathom moving, let alone sitting up for that ordeal.

The nurse gave me a slight smile.

“Your ribs are bruised again , this time its going to take longer to heal because one of them actually has a hair line fracture.”

Great. That explained the woozy breathlessness.

“It doesn’t hurt much...” I said confused.

“That’s because you’re on enough drugs to fell a horse...I’m actually surprised you’re still conscious.” Jungkook shook his head.

“It’s just the adrenaline...that and the fear of being fired.” I muttered.

Jungkook laughed a little at that.

“Don’t worry about anything. Just rest for a while and we’ll talk tomorrow , yeah?”

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I woke up to fingers in my hair, soft and gentle.

My eyes fluttered open and I felt my breath catch when I saw who it was.

“Yuggie ??” I croaked out, my brother’s face coming into focus as I blinked back exhaustion.

“Welcome to the land of the living...” He said softly, keeping his fingers on my hair, stroking the strands back gently.

“What..... how did you get here so soon?” I whispered.

“You’ve been out for forty hours, baby....” He laughed a little and I blinked,

“I....I got hurt.” I whispered bleakly. My shoulder was still throbbing and the pain in my rib was now a bit more prominent. I took a deep shuddering breath.

“I’m glad you’re here.... “ I whispered, lifting shaky hands to hold his face.

“Dad called me. He wants you to come back home.”

I felt my entire body going cold, hands going clammy at once.

“That’s not going to happen.” I said sharply and Yugyeom looked worried.

“He’s really upset , Rae. Kim Taehyung winning the election was not a part of his plan and he’s desperate to try and cover his ass before he gets carted off to prison.”

I blinked at that.

“what do you mean by prison?”

“We can’t talk about this here. He’s not allowed on the island. None of his cohorts are. So he’s been trying to get you transferred to a hospital in Seoul. Jeongguk was the one who called me. They’re holding off on the transfer but ....you know how dad gets.”

I felt my head pound .

“What does he want me for?” I whispered in disbelief.

“I’m not sure. But I think you should at least go see him and find out what it is that he wants.”

I shook my head .

“I’m not going anywhere near him, I’m-”

The door swung open and I found myself jerking in surprise, the movement jostling my ribs and making me wince. I felt my eyes widen when I saw who it was, fingers scrambling to grab Yugyeom .

“Dad...” He whispered, sounding terrified and I felt that familiar jolt of sickening fear .

“There she is.... my precious little one.” My father’s eyes held no emotion as he stared at me, lips curled in a perfect smile. He looked so much like a good guy that it was nauseating.

I took a deep shuddering breath.

“the management here is terrible. I had to petition the fucking courts to get a permit to visit my own daughter.” He shook his head as he made his way over and I lurched away instinctively.

“I’m taking you home now. Bout time you came back to me.” He smiled, chillingly and I shook my head.

“No...thats not going to happen. I’m an adult, you cannot force me to...”

“You are my daughter. And you will be my daughter till you live. Cha Eun woo is still single. He’s looking for a wife and you were promised to him a long, long time ago. “

“Dad.... she’s fucking hurt...she got shot like three days ago can you not do this right now...” Yugyeon had stood up, reaching out to actually shove my father away and he looked surprised for a second.

He gave Yugyeom a glare but my brother didn’t back down, towering over my father easily.

“Forgive me. I didn’t mean to sound insensitive but it just worries me that my only daughter is choosing to stay in an island full of beasts and getting mauled quite often . Isn’t this the second time you got attacked in that same cabin, by wolves?”

“that doesn’t mean you can just offer me as a gift to one of your buddies.” I hissed.

“He’s one of the richest men in Seoul....you should be on your knees thanking me for letting you so much as breathe near him.”

“Isn’t he a werewolf?” Yugyeom frowned in confusion.

My father shrugged.

“I’ve since learned that your sister has a preference for them. Well if she’s going to spread her legs for an animal, better an animal I happen to hold the leash to....” He stared down at me with calculated cruelty.

The crude words made nausea rise up in my throat and I almost dry heaved.

“You’re not pimping me out to serve your own selfish purposes.” I shook my head.

“He’s here. Outside. He’s going to stay here and he’s going to bring you back to his apartment in Seoul and you’re going to stay there with him. End of discussion. Yeom, I want you to come back to Seoul with me now. “

Yugyeom looked torn as he stared at me and I bit my lips. Yugyeom was still a kid, still in college. He couldn’t afford to antagonize my father.

“I’ll be fine. Go ahead.” I smiled.

“I’ll send Eun Woo in.... “ My father nodded at me and then sighed. “ contrary to what you think, I don’t want you to hurt. I’m offering you a good life. Marry the fellow and spend your days lounging around in luxury. Thats hardly a punishment now, is it?”

I turned my head away in disgust.

Less than two minutes after he left, I felt a hand on my arm and I jolted.

“Mi Rae ssi.... I’m Eun Woo.”

I glared at the man in front of me, barely looking at him.

“I have no interest in being your wife.”

He looked bored at my outburst.

“I have no interest in indulging your interests. Your father is paying me handsomely to take you off his hands and that's all I’m doing. If you happen to be good at taking my knot, that's just gonna be a pleasurable bonus?” He pressed a thumb to my lips, stroking the skin in an almost gentle caress. .

A knock on the door made him pull away and I glanced up, relief flooding me when I saw it was Jungkook.

“She’s going to have to rest now, Mr. Cha. Her father told me that he’s arranging her transfer to Seoul but that's going to have to wait for tomorrow at least. “ He was staring at the beta with narrowed eyes and Eun Woo bowed lightly.

He shot me one leering glance before walking out casually.

“So...fiancee huh? You’ve been holding out on me...” Jungkook whispered thoughtfully and I flinched.

“Didn’t know he existed till five minutes ago..” I muttered.

“Are you in trouble, Rae?” Jungkook looked worried and I hesitated, before shaking my head.

“I’ll be fine. I can handle him. I just hate the thought of having to leave the preserve... even if its temporary. But I don’t want to annoy my dad right now... He’s... He can be irrational and i don’t want him to take it out on the Preserve and do something harmful to the research program itself , just to be petty.”

It was exactly the kind of thing he would do, too. My shoulder still had a lot of healing to do and it was unlikely that Cha Eun Woo would actually hurt me , at least till i got better. My dad, for all his anger was still rabidly protective of what he considered his. And i was definitely high on that list.

“So you’re going then?”

I caught the hint of disappointment in Jungkook’s tone.

“Aww....is my poor Jungkookie gonna miss me? If I weren’t sporting a broken rib and a messed up shoulder, I’d definitely, at least give you a handjob…” I waggled my eyebrows.

Predictably, his eyes went wide , lips tinged fire engine red in a second.

“Wha- Shut the fuck up, noona” He whined and I laughed.

And then I sobered up when he sat next to me, linking his fingers with mine .

“I’m serious, Jungkook. I’m gonna be just fine. My dad’s upto something. If I stick close, I can at least figure out what he’s planning. I don’t want him to hurt you guys.”

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“Right little firecracker his daughter is. So fucking pretty and man, those lips. I’d like to take a drink from that....” Cha Eun Woo gripped the shot glass hard, throwing back the whiskey with practiced ease.

Taehyung struggled to keep his features neutral.

“ Yoon Jae hyun’s daughter? From the preserve?” He had meant to sound casual but he sounded like he was being strangled.

Eun Woo hummed.

“ Yeah....Her name is... Mirin....no wait ? Lirae? Mirae? ….. whatever. Poor thing. Apparently she has a tendency to get mauled by wolves too often. She was in bad shape when i saw her. “

Taehyung felt his heart lurch at that. He had wanted nothing more than to sink his jaws into Seo Joon’s throat, when he’d heard what had happened. If it weren’t for his abysmally packed schedule he would have rushed there as soon as he could.

As it was he had talked to a few of his acquaintances who were in prison. Seo Joon was going to go to prison and he wasn’t going to be coming out alive.

“So, she just.,...agreed to marry you then?”

“Not like she had a choice. The old man is going senile. Dude really thinks he stands a chance with his whole Reform Camps proposition. Wants to put weres in concentration camps.... What the fuck, are we in the middle ages..? He also thinks that betas are naturally resentful of Alphas or some shit. Kept feeding me crap about how you alphas want to subjugate the rest of us. Of course the fucker’s feeding into my Hotels and resorts so i just nodded along and agreed to his shit. Next thing I know he’s offering me his daughter in return to me being an ally in his campaign.. Figured I’d agree. See if i could get some inside dirt on him. I know you’ve been trying to bring him down for years, Tae...” Eun Woo gave him a reassuring smile.

Taehyung felt a jolt of pride for the beta. Cha Eun woo had been a close friend of his from childhood and he knew he would never betray their kind. He had worked hard to earn his position as one of the biggest tech moguls in the country and he stayed true to his roots. Taehyung liked Eun Woo.

Admired him even....

But the idea of him touching Mirae.....

His claws nearly popped out at the mere thought of it.

“And well if I get to fuck a nice little human bitch in the process, so be it right Taeh- Fuck!! “ Eun Woo jumped when Taehyung’s claw popped right out, shattering the beer mug in his hand and spraying both of them with the frothy liquid.

“Fuck...” Taehyung groaned and to his utter horror his fangs had dropped as well, his words slurring around the lengthened canines and he felt embarrassment flood his face. . When was the last time he’d popped a fanger in the middle of a fucking conversation....not since he’d been through puberty.

“Uh...you okay, pal?” Eun Woo looked worried now, beta eyes flashing green as he stared at him and Taehyung waved him off.

“Be uh... Be careful with the daughter.” He muttered , trying to sound nonchalant.

Eun Woo just waved him off.

“Whatever , I know the type Tae. Likes a good, feral fuck from a wolf that knows how to give it to her good, you know?. Could smell her all over the alpha doctor who works there... Jungkook was it? Yeah... Girl gets around a lot, i could tell. And you can just tell that she’s going to be so fucking tight when you knot her you know, i mean human bitches always are but those hips just look like they-” Eun Woo stopped, stunned when Taehyung suddenly shoved the table away from him, hard. The older gripped the table and stood up on shaky limbs.

“ I need to get going...” Taehyung fought the urge to shift, his wolf warring inside him, snarling at him to shift and leap across the table and devour the man across from them. To lock his fangs on the beta’s throat and rip his jugular out.

He’s threatening our mate...... He’s talking about what is ours....

The voice in his head was so clear and concise that he nearly blacked out at the very force of it.

Eun Woo was saying something behind him but Taehyung was moving swiftly , stumbling to the bar where Jimin was taking one of the shifts.

“I need to go home...” Taehyung choked out. “ Call....fuck... Call my chauffeur.”

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“Pre rut symptoms....are you fucking serious...?” Taehyung growled at the doctor taking his vitals. the man, long used to Taehyung’s intimidatingly deep voice, merely hummed. The man had been one of his father’s dearest friends. And one of Taehyung’s most trusted confidantes.

“You’re body believes you mate is around. A mate you haven’t yet claimed. It’s reacting to it.”

Next to him Ji hyun was looking disturbingly excited.

“It’s not you.” Taehyung snapped at the tall woman who recoiled in shock. Taehyung felt momentarily bad but the truth was he had been trying to break up with Ji hyun for a month now. The model was just so shamelessly clingy it was getting to him. and he most certainly did not want her around if he was going into rut.

What he wanted was a luscious, chestnut-haired human with ebony eyes and a scent like heaven.

Fuck... he was burning up and his skin felt like it was stretched thin.

“You need to leave Ji hyun. I want to talk to the doctor alone.” He demanded and the were bowed, moving out of the room quickly. Taehyung turned back to the doctor.

“So what do I do?” He demanded. “ I don’t.... my mate died two years ago. “

The doctor sighed.

“She was not your mate. I told you that already. She tricked you. She was wearing your mate’s scent but it wasn’t hers...” The doctor shook his head.

Taehyung growled.

“I fucking know that..... And I’m gonna fucking bury Yoon Jae hyun into the ground for what he did to me..... But I need to have my senses about me if I want to do that...Him and his entire drug cartel is coming down.....But. That's not gonna happen if i go into fucking rut now.. so close to me taking over office. So tell me how to fix this. “

“Who is the girl?” The doctor said casually.

“What?”

“the girl who smells like your wife. Like your mate. Who is she?”

Taehyung sighed.

“Its Yoon Jae hyun’s daughter.” He muttered.

Dr. Lee’s eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline.

“Oh no... do you think he .... again?”

Taehyung shook his head. He had distanced himself entirely from Mirae just to make sure he wasn’t being pulled into another fucking trap. But so far , from what he learned, the drug did not work on humans. There was no way a human’s scent could be manipulated to fool his wolf.

And that meant that it wasn’t a trap at all.

His wolf really did find a mate in a fucking human of all things.

God, he couldn’t believe the sheer irony of this.

“it doesn’t work on humans. It is her scent. She’s... She’s the one I want.... “ He groaned.

The doctor chuckled.

“ You mean, she’s the one your wolf wants?”

Taehyung frowned.

“Isn’t that what i said?”

“No, you said she’s the one you want and it makes me wonder.....do you perhaps....care for the girl?”

Taehyung shook his head swiftly.

“I barely know her...she...she used to look after Luna. “ He finished.

“Luna...? Interesting. “ The man’s words carried a hint of amusement and Taehyung felt his hackles rise.

“ What does that tone mean?”

“I’m just saying.... You don’t let people watch Luna that easily. You’re fiercely protective of your daughter. If you let this girl watch her, you must trust her at least.”

Taehyung sighed.

“I.. of course i trust her …. she’s a good girl. A good....person...”

“ I would suggest spending your rut with her. Claiming her if she’s interested. With you being you, I doubt she’s going to refuse.” The older man’s eyes fairly twinkled,

“I’m not knotting her when I’m on my fucking rut …” He snapped. “ I’ll likely break her in two. “

The doctor chuckled.

“It wouldn’t be a very pleasant experience for her, yes. But ….there's no reason why you can’t make it enjoyable for her. “ His tone turned gentle and more serious. “ Listen to me Taehyung-ah...… There is a reason wolves mate for life. We are not meant to be alone. If your wolf has found a mate, he’s not going to let you function till you claim her. That's just the way our body’s are built. You need to talk to her. Make some sort of arrangement. You have three weeks at the most before your rut hits and trust me you don’t want to be alone when that happens. “

Taehyung felt his insides churn at the prospect.

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“No fucking shit.... You couldn’t have just told me that instead of letting me mouth off about her like that ? “ Eun Woo groaned , watching Taehyung with guilty eyes.

Taehyung brushed him off.

“It’s fine. I just.... can you just...keep her at your place till she gets better. I’m ...not in a good headspace right now and i don’t want to hurt her. she needs to recover.”

Eun Woo nodded.

“The doctor says three weeks and she’ll be fine. I’m a bit busy myself so I’ll just arrange for her brother to pick her up. Her dad’s busy meeting some suppliers. I sent the details to your men.... Did they get it?”

Taehyung nodded.

“The guy’s a bigger idiot than i thought. He’s actually met a few of these dealers himself. We just need one of them to ID him and he’s going to get locked up for life.”

Eun Woo nodded.

“Everything by the book, Tae. We stick to the laws....no bloodshed without cause and no one gets hurt. He likes to hide behind the fucking law when he’s trying to destroy our entire species , we’re gonna use that same ;law to rail him to the ground .”

Taehyung grinned.

“ Not just on the ground, Eun Woo. I’m gonna be putting him six feet under.”

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The recovery from my shoulder was surprisingly easy compared to the bruise on my ribs. Movement was difficult and it definitely hurt but my pain threshold had definitely gone up. It helped that Cha Eun Woo had stayed away from me and Yugyeom was on a three week break . We crashed out at his apartment and It was like being a kid again.

We spent the days lounging by the indoor pool or playing video games. Yugyeom was a great cook and he liked cooking.

Two and a half weeks after I had moved in, I was finally out of the sling. The physiotherapist visited me at the apartment and after making me move my hands well, she gave the go ahead to start my normal routine ahead.

“I still want you to take it easy. Your ribs are healed and so is your shoulder but no roughhousing.... I’m only saying that because i know how it is i when siblings live together.” She smiled and I laughed, nodding.

“I’ll make sure she’s resting well, noona.” Yugyeom said seriously.

I closed the door as the doctor left, smiling as I watched Yugyeom trip over my sling on the couch, when the doorbell rang again.

Surprised , I turned back tot he door.

“ Did you forget something, Unnie-?” I froze in shock.

Kim Taehyung stood leaning against the wall, looking like he had run all the way from his home across the city.

“Taehyung-ssi?” I stammered out, taking in the untucked shirt, sweat drenched hair and flashing red eyes .

“I’m.... I fucked up.” He whispered, eyes fluttering shut. It took me a second to realize that he was falling and instinct made throw myself under him, holding my hands out to catch him.

Pain shot straight up my shoulder as it took the entire brunt of his weight. The pain only lasted a second though, because Yugyeom was shoving me out of the way and grabbing the taller alpha by the waist.

“Holy shit....is this Kim Taehyung?” He looked awestruck as he stared at him and I felt my heart race. Taehyung seemed conscious but his breathing was raspy.

I pressed my palm against his cheek and his eyes fluttered open .

“I’m... I need you.” Taehyung growled right at me.

Yugyeom froze next to me and I felt my throat go dry.

“I... sorry?” I squeaked out.

“You...need you....under me... fuck...”

“What the fuck, Rae?” Yugyeom hissed , face turning red as he tried to maneuver the alpha werewolf to the couch .

I stayed frozen, having no idea what the fuck was going on.

Taehyung scrambled to a sitting position on the couch, gripping the cusions and he was paniting, his eyes wild as he stared right at me.

“Mine.” His voice was ten times deeper than usual, fairly vibrating with power and Yugyeom went completely still. He was shaking as he reached for me, the terror evident in his face.

“Oh, shit... Rae...is he....? Fuck , is he -” My little brother sounded terrified and I pulled him behind me.

Taehyung’s eyes flashed red again and then they shifted to my brother. His gaze narrowed and his mouth opened.

There was a split second when I knew exactly what was going to happen and I whirled around , grabbing Yugyeom and shoving him straight into the hallway leading to the front door.

“ YUGGIE, RUN!!!” I screamed with all my might, and behind me Taehyung let out a vicious growl, pouncing across the room at my brother. Yugyeom managed to avoid him by a hairsbreadth and instinct made him move faster to the door but he stopped near the door looking terrified but torn.

“ Rae...come with me,...come...”

I stared at the alpha on the floor, my heart racing.

Taehyung was clearly fighting against the wolf in him, trying to stay down, on his knees, fingers gripping the carpet to ground himself but the little growls that he let out told me that it was a fight he wasn’t winning. He looked up at me and there was so much pain and contrition in his gaze that I felt my heart break.

“I’m...sorry...” Taehyung gasped out eyes fluttering shut. He was panting harder now, fingers clenched into fists around the carpet and voice ragged. i looked up at my baby brother and he looked so young and scared that I couldn’t stand it.

“Its okay.... just go... I’ll be fine...he won’t hurt me... Just go...” I whispered desperately and Yugyeom shook his head.

“No... No... you’ve got to come with me... Rae...Noona....”

He never called me noona. I realized just how scared he was and tried to comfort him, but wary of going near him, lest Taehyung attack him again.

“Yugyeom listen to me carefully. He’s on his rut. He’s not gonna hurt me, he just thinks I’m his mate. If you stay here he’s going to see you as a threat, so you need to leave..If I come with you he will hunt us down....I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself. You just need to go.”

Yugyeom nodded, moving to the door and I turned back, feeling my stomach clench when Taehyung’s claws came out, tearing through our rug with ease.

I heard the door shut behind me and I stayed perfectly still.

Taehyung was still trembling and he finally looked up at me. Now that we were alone he was distinctly calmer.

“I shouldn’t have come here.” He rasped out.

I nodded.

“So why did you?” I asked, staring at him as he stumbled to his feet.

“You smell ....fuck you just smell like. ....like...”

“Like your wife, yes.” I muttered . “ So you want me to be stand in for your wife tonight?”

Taehyung’s eyes shot up to stare at me.

“My wife .... she worked for your father.” He choked out.

I straed at him, the blood running cold in my veins.

“What?”

“Your father hired her.... to get rid of me. She... used a drug . A drug that confuses a wolf’s senses. Makes the wolf think he’s found his mate. Wolves cannot hurt or live without their mates. Its important to us. She...She got pregnant on the night we mated and by the time I found out she was already carrying Luna and there was nothing I could do....I couldn’t...it wasn’t even a fucking bond.... I couldn’t sense her...couldn’t feel her...couldn’t muster any kind of affection for her but ... but she was carrying my baby and I just couldn’t bring myself to send her away......”

“Taehyung...” I whispered, remembering how Luna had talked about her father not liking her mother.

“Its not natural for a wolf my age to be without a mate. But ....that scent ....I... I never picked up on it with anyone else till I... “ He sighed.

“Till you met me.”

“Till I met you.”

I stared at the floor.

“I’m not.... I’m not actually in rut yet. It’s still a day or so away. i didn’t want to come here but.... I’m supposed to be taking over the office in three days. When I do, I can finally use my position to bring your father down. He is using his drug dealers and suppliers to mess with our biology and its ...something sacred to us. Wolves mate for life and to make a wolf doubt his ability to choose his mate is the worst kind of sacrilege.....”

“What do you want me to do?”

He stared at me....

“If I go into rut and I don’t have.... my mate ...it’s going to fuck me up. I don’t wanna go into the gory details but I most certainly will not be able to take over the office. ” He laughed without mirth.

There was nothing else to be said , was there?

“You have no right..... asking me to do this.....” I whispered , angry .

“I know.... I know and if you say no, I will walk out this door and you will never see me again.”

I laughed.

“I think you came here because you knew. “

He didn’t respond.

“You fucking knew I wouldn’t be able to say no to you. “

His gaze was steady as he stared at me.

“I’ll take care of you.... I won’t...this isn’t a one night stand or a no strings attached thing, Rae..... You will be mine. I’ll be yours. “

“And yet, your eyes tell me that there is nothing you hate more, than standing here asking me to be your mate......” I said bitterly.

He didn’t deny it.

“Will you come with me , then?”

I stared at his handsome face , the surreal beauty of it. And I thought of my father and how he wanted only to destroy anything that he didn’t understand. If Taehyung was going to bring my father down , I wasn’t going to be the thing that stopped him from doing it.

“Let me get my clothes.”

AUTHOR’S NOTE : IT WAS EASIER GIVING BIRTH THAN WRITING THIS FIC

just kidding i love werewolf tae. Please let me know what you thought uwu

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thelittleboyfromloveactually · 4 years ago

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Surprise?

Benny Watts x reader

Promt: When Benny leaves for a work trip, you find yourself feeling sick. And after a trip to the doctors your relationship with Benny is tested, will the two of you continue and have a future together? Or will this “surprise” ruin you both forever?

Warnings: Cussing, throwing up, ANGST, fluff

authors note: Here it isss!!!! FINALLY! I’m so sorry for the delay! Also, ok so kinda off topic but i am going to write a series for an actor (actor masterlist), tell me who you guys want it to be for :) Enjoy the fic!

When you where 12 years old you fell in love with chess. You didn’t grow up rich so chess and reading books was your favorite way to pass the time. Chess was like a safe space for you, when your parents would fight, you would go into your room and play chess. You were amazing at it, you entered one tournament went you where 15 and you beat everyone there. But nothing much came of it, you couldn’t really afford to spend hours a day practicing and as you got older your life became more and more busy and complicated. When you were 14 years old your older brother died of a drug over dose and only 3 years later your mom died of stage 4 breast cancer. You and your dad weren’t close, infact once you where old enough to move out, you never really spoke to him again. He was a drunk and a abusive father. But now you were your own person, you were a reporter, a chess reporter.

On your first assignment you met Benny, Benny Watts. He was a charmer, he let you interview him and then the next day he caught you before you checked out of the hotel to ask to take you out sometime. That was 2 years ago. Now you lived with Benny, he wasn’t always the best boyfriend, but you knew he cared. Every once in a while he would buy you something nice or take you out to dinner. You often traveled with Benny to his tournaments, but lately you hadn’t been able too. You were up for a big promotion at work and you weren’t able to travel.

Currently Benny was sitting in the small living room playing a game of chess against himself. He didn’t know of your skill, and it didn’t bother you. Sometimes when he was away you would secretly play some games against yourself. Chess was Bennys thing, and you were ok with that. You were reading Emma by Jane Austen on the couch. It was one of your favorite novels. You flickered your eyes away from the pages to look at Benny, he was very focused on the game. You sighed, it was getting late and you still needed to start dinner.

“Hey Benny, what do you feel like for dinner? I’m kinda hungry” you said putting your book mark in and closing your book.

“Um I don’t care” he said blankly, not even looking away from the board

“Uh ok well how about som-“ you were cut off

“I said I didn’t care Y/N, you eat now I’ll snack on something later” he said firmly

You nodded not daring to say more. You stood up and started to chop some carrots when suddenly the phone rang.

“I’ll get it” you said drying your hands and walking over

“Hello?” You said

“Is this Benny Watts?” The man on the phone asked

“Um no this is his um, girlfriend, would you like me to get him for you?” You asked looking over at Benny

“Yes please, thank you” the man said

“Uh Benny it’s for you” he stood up and grabbed the phone from your hands, you went back to your cooking.

You didn’t really listen to the conversation they were having, probably some interview set up or something. You heard Benny put the phone down

“I have to get packing Y/N, I have to leave for a tournament tomorrow” he said headed toward his room

“Oh ok, do you need help?” You asked sweetly, you really wanted to ask why he found out so late but you didn’t want to bother him

“No” he said plainly, you nodded your head in response and continued on with your task at hand.

The next morning both you and Benny got up early, you wanted to say goodbye to him. You walked Benny to the door and handed him his bags. He kissed you on the cheek

“I’ll be back soon, love you” he said turning to the cab behind him

“Love you too, Benny” you smiled

He got in the cab and drove off.

The rest of your day was mostly just catching up on work. It was Sunday so you didn’t actually have to go in.

You were sitting at the small table in your living room when suddenly you felt the need to throw up. You stood up and threw your hand over your mouth as you quickly ran to the bathroom. You made it just in time to barf your guts out into the toilet. You were there for about 5 minutes, hovering over the toilet throwing up when finally your stomach settled down a little. You growned and stood up, tapping your arms around to stomach and dragging yourself into your bed. Of course you had to get sick when Benny was going to be gone for a week. You sighed and crawled under the covers. It was only 3 minutes before you were sound asleep.

You woke up around 3 in the morning with a sudden need to throw up AGAIN. You ran to the toilet. Jesus why was wrong with you, you had a great immune system and hardly ever got even a cold. As you lay on the bathroom floor you wouldn’t help but think about all the possibilities. Then you realized something. When was the last time you had gotten your period?! You stood up and went to your purse to grab your planner. 7 weeks ago was the last time you saw the red drop of blood that you had drawn to mark the start of your period. You were 3 weeks late. 3 fucking weeks late, how did could I not have noticed this?! You thought to yourself, you quickly went over to the phone and called your friend, praying she was home. As the phone wrang you tried to thing of the last time you had had sex with Benny. You had been so busy and Benny was traveling that it was probably a month ago! You cursed under your breath when she didn’t pick up. You dialed the number of your doctor and waited patiently. You tried to calm yourself down, you needed to make an appointment, then you would know for sure. Then you heard a voice from the other side of the line.

“Hello? Doctor Peterson’s office, how can I help you?” The lady asked

“Oh hi! I’m uh I need to make an appointment, preferably tomorrow, to see Dr. Peterson?” You asked passing back in forth

“We have an opening at 8:30am if you are willing to come then?” She asked

“YES! Yes of course thank you! I will be there!” You said excitedly, or you were nervous, you could exactly tell. You gave her your information and thanked her again. You hung up and started to diale bennys hotel number, but you stopped yourself. He’s probably busy, and I may not even be pregnant, you thought. You sighed and went to sit on the couch, but what if I am, you thought.

Shit. In your hand were your official results, saying that you were in fact pregnant.

“I have great news hun! You're 7 weeks pregnant! Congratulations!!!” Your OB/GYN said

“Uh t-thank you” you weren’t sure why she was so excited, it’s not like you wanted to be pregnant

“Who’s the father?” Geez personal much

“Uh my boyfriend, Benny” you said taking the paper she held out to you

“Well I hope you two the best” she smiled

You folded the paper and put it in your bag and started the car. The entire way home you brain was clouded by one single thought. How where you going to tell Benny. You loved him with all your heart but would he be able to handle this. He barely spends time with you as it is, and with a young child? You would practically raise it by yourself. After a short car ride you arrived at your small house. That was another problem, did you have room for a baby? Could you afford a baby?

After hours of debating and throwing up you decided not to tell Benny just yet. You wanted him to be here in person when you tell him. You were scared and angry. You decided that you would give Benny a choice. All or nothing. You needed to be sure that he still cared for you more than chess and himself. That he too would be a present parent to your child. And if not, then your mother had a guest room and welcoming arms.

Today was the day. The day Benny would be told he was going to be a father. You had cleaned the house so he could come home and not stress. Not that cleaning ever stressed him out. You sat on the couch anxiously awaiting his arrival. Were you nervous? Yes, very. As much dread as you held in you, you also couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity, of suspense. You loved Benny and would never want to leave him. But you had to do what was best for you, best for the baby.

You were taken out of your thoughts when the door opened, Benny stepping through it.

“Y/N? I’m home” he said, lucky for you he sounded pretty cheery. It was quite obvious he had won. By now it was almost a guarantee. He put his luggage down and looked around for you, and he smiled when he laid his eyes on you. “Hey” he said walking over to wrap his arms around you

“Hi Benny” you said smiling sweetly, he gave you a quick peck on the lips before letting go of you and heading to sit by his chess board. Of course.

“The guys almost beat me, I’m gonna run the game. He was smart but I was smarter.” Benny said taking off his coat

“I’m actually Benny, there is something I need to tell you” you said now fidgeting with you fingers

“Can it wait Y/N? This is really important” he said already replaying the game

You sighed, “actually it can’t wait Benny, what I have to tell you is really important” you said mimicking him

“Fine but make it quite ok? I’ve got games to go over and my coffee is wearing off” he said turning to you

You were getting angry at how rude he was suddenly, “do you love me?” You asked

Bennys eyes widened, surprised by your sudden question, “of course I love you Y/N” he said

“Well sometimes Benny….sometimes it doesn’t seem like it. You hardly touch me anymore. You never leave the chess board! You are so...so distant! Benny I love you so much! But I wish I could have that love in return. You love the game! I get it! I did once too! But the game doesn't love you! Sure maybe it favors you, but it’s a game Benny! A game! Not a person! Not a baby who needs attention! Don’t get me wrong I love seeing you pursue your dreams so much! It makes me so happy! But it doesn't seem like a dream anymore Benny, it seems like an addiction.” You paused trying to catch your breath and calm yourself down, Bennys face was still. “Benny I’m pregnant, with your kid. And I love you so much, but I can’t raise this kid by myself, it needs its dad to be there, I need its dad to be there. You need to choose Benny, no more halfway in, you're in or you're out. I need to do what’s going to be best for the baby, I hope you can too” you left it at that, heading toward the door and leaving the house. Leaving Benny. Not forever, but leaving him to think about all that you said.

Bennys POV

I stood there. I heard the door shut. What just happened? Did she say she was pregnant? Shit. I was confused to say the least. I never thought be being a great chess player bothered Y/N. Fuck what have I done? I can give up chess. But then again, I can’t give up Y/N. I guess maybe I’m not the best boyfriend, but I need her. She keeps me as close to sane as I can be. I don’t know what I would do without her. I plopped down on the couch and ran my fingers through my hair. I messed up. I should have been there. I know it should have. Dammit. As much as I hate it Y/N was right. Of course she was, she always is. I love chess but I am addicted to winning. And that makes me distant and rude. Fuuuuuck. I grabbed my hat and ran toward the door. I knew where Y/N was going. She always went there when we fought. She was going to where I took her on our first date.

Normal POV

The string lights shone above your head as you walked through the park. Your cheeks were wet from tears. You loved the park at night. It was so….peaceful. The lights allowed you to still see the gorgeous garden flowers that were planted everywhere. The first time you ever kissed Benny was here, in this park. You had gone to this park for a picnic. He had set up flowers, treats and surprisingly very good food that Benny supposedly made. You ate and talked for hours until it got dark. After you put the food away you took a stroll in the park which ended at a bench, the beach under the cherry tree. It bloomed every spring and it was gorgeous. The two of you had sat down on the bench, Benny grabbed your hand and smiled at you, and two seconds later, your lips were connected. Moving in perfect sync. That was then. Now you sat on the bench crying, hoping that Benny would choose to be a dad for your child.

You sat on that bench for 10 minutes, contemplating your life desisions when suddenly you heard foot steps behind you. You turned your head slightly to see Benny walking over, holding his hat in his hand.

You sighed in relief, but then to be out in stress avian when you realized he could be here to say goodbye.

“I’m sorry” he said moving to sit next to you

You tried not to look at him, you avoided eye contact.

“I’m really fucking sorry, Y/N” he said “I-I know I have been distracted and distant and rude and I am sorry. I love you, all of you, including this baby. It’s gonna take time ok? But your gotta let me try, I will make every thing right. I will ok? I promise. I love you Y/N, forever. When you left i realized how much I need you, I don’t think I can live without you. Your my home, my rock, my best friend and the love of my life. I know It doesn’t always seem like that but you are. I’m it good with love and stuff so give me some time to figure it out. But I will be here, I will help you raise this kid…..our kid. I’m all in, forever” he said putting his hand on top of mine. I looked up at him finally, and he turned his head to look at me. And then we kissed, just like our first kiss, but more needy, more passionate, full of love, guilt, and want.

“I love you too Benny” I said smiling

We both let out a laugh and our lips connected again.

4 years later

“Daddy daddy look! I drew your chess board!!! And I can name all the pieces!” Hudson said

“That’s amazing buddy! Show me your skills!” Benny said as Hudson sat on his lap

“That’s a rook, that’s a knight, that’s a bishop, that’s a queen, and then the king, and then the bishop, knight and rook again!” He said pointing to each one

“Great job!!! Soon you're going to be a grandmaster!” Benny said kissing his forehead

You smiled as you watched your son, Hudson chess Watts, yes Benny decided on Chess as his middle name, and your husband smile and play together. You found it incredibly adorable that Benny was already teaching Hudson to play chess. Sometimes you even played. Benny looked up at you and smiled, you smiled back. Benny came around in the end, and is the best husband and father to Hudson that you could have asked for. You were happy with your life. So freaking happy. You had your boys. Who knew that such and unwanted surprise could bring such needed happiness.

#the queens gambit #benny watts x reader #benny watts #chess

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mycrofts-gunbrella · 3 years ago

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Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Mycroft Holmes x Reader (Part 11)

A/N- Okay so this is just a short 2k fill in chapter! It’s kinda cute and kinda sad but it was too long to add to the last chapter, and it doesn’t fit in with the theme of the next chapter (though it sets it up quite nicely!). The next chapter is likely going to be a bit angsty but I promise it’ll have a rewarding ending to it! I hope to have it written and up sooner rather than later but, until then, enjoy this little piece.

Word Count- 2028

The ten minute drive from Baker Street to the Natural History Museum went by in a flash- most of it being spent by Mycroft giving you a mental tour of the building's various rooms and the 'most appropriate route to take'. Though it did also take a minute or two for you to convince him to not get everybody kicked out for a private visit, no matter how many people were there.. Admittedly, you hadn't been to the museum for 6 years or so now- after living so long in London it feels less of a luxury being only round the corner from it- but walking through the doors made you feel like a child again. Entry to the museum was free, but that didn't mean you didn't see Mycroft swiftly pushing a few notes into the donation bin at the front before guiding you forwards. Glancing up, you eyed the blue whale skeleton that hung from the ceiling and frowned. Mycroft caught your look and spoke up.

"Ah yes, Hope has been a relatively recent addition to the museum. She was found dead on an Irish beach back in 1891. It's a rather beautiful marvel to gaze upon, though, large as she is, she doesn't quite fill the hole in my heart that was left after my beloved Dippy was removed." Your eyes scanned the skeleton of the large mammal once more before looking back at Mycroft. "I did try to convince the board to keep the diplodocus somewhere but all attempts were futile. There's only so much force you can put into such a topic without exposing yourself as-"

"As a man who loves dinosaur bones more than he loves people?" Mycroft shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed.

"The very thing." Lifting your arm, you rested your hand at the crook of Mycroft's elbow to encourage him to move on.

"When we get home and have dinner we can raise a toast in Dippy's honour.. but for now, my mind's been taken over by that huge statue of Darwin." And the pair of you headed off, your hand very much staying place at Mycroft's arm as you wandered through the rooms- Mycroft more than willing to reel off facts about every deceased animal of history and, more often than not, even impressing the workers with his spiel of facts. Though you were very much enjoying wandering aimlessly through the room of human evolution, you most definitely noticed the pull from the man beside you as he was eager to reach his beloved dino-pals. As you turned the corner into the slightly darkened dinosaur room, you tripped over your feet slightly as you felt Mycroft stop in his tracks, his eyes wide and taking everything in. He looked as happy as a boy at Christmas and, quite frankly, it was adorable. You nudged him slightly when he still didn't move. "You okay?"

"Sorry, it just seems as though, no matter how many times I come here, it always feels like the first." He had shaken his head as though to bring his thoughts back to focus before taking a few steps into the gallery and leading you over to the skeletal remains of a Baryonyx. "The name Baryonyx roughly translates to 'Heavy Claw' from the Ancient Greek's 'Barys' meaning heavy and 'onyx' being claw or talon." He spoke, his voice smooth and relaxed as his fingers brushed over the board that announced the name of the creature within the glass. "It was also an excellent swimmer which it would use to its advantage while hunting." You listened to his every word as he spoke, grinning as he excitedly told you how many teeth it had and it's preferred techniques for capturing food before he moved you onto the next one.

"Oh these beauties have always been my favourite." You almost whispered, taking in the sight of the huge triceratops skull. You barely noticed Mycroft's hand shift from his pocket until you felt the heat of his palm against the small of your back, fingers squeezing slightly by your hip as he spoke.

"Mine too. Sherlock used to say they were boring and that we might as well have gone to the zoo to look at rhinos. He ended up spending 5 months trying to prove that the rhinos were descendants from the triceratops and then avoided me for 3 weeks when he realised there was no connection at all."

"That sounds about right. Though I can't imagine Sherlock enjoying it here very much anyway.." Mycroft began to guide you to a small bench just off the side to sit down, still giving you the view of the beautiful dinosaur bones.

"He didn't. When we were much younger he would kick off until Mummy and Father would tell us it's time to go and I had to go with them.. Then as we got a little older and Sherlock properly found his legs, he would simply run from the doors round to the science museum. Of course mummy and father had to follow him as he was so young, but one time I decided to stay here. They didn't realise I hadn't followed them until it was time to go home 5 hours later." Mycroft spoke quietly.

"Found his legs? That's at, what, four? Five? How young were you?"

"I was 9 the first time, I think." Now, Mycroft, you don't just 'think'; you know. Your hand moved to rest above his own on his knee, brushing your thumb fondly over his knuckles. "But it isn't all bad. Some of my best days as a child were spent here, and a lot of the staff were very kind and would teach me extra facts that weren't displayed. There was one gentleman who even gave me his own copies of some books that they had here. I'd wander the whole museum in time but I always found myself back here on this bench just.. watching. This room felt more like home than my very house sometimes. It was the room where I could escape the real world and find peace. Eventually Mummy, Father and Sherlock stopped bothering with the visits because Sherlock found the science museum boring after he'd prove them wrong on something each time, but I'd still pop back in on occasion without them.. Coming to think about it, I've never actually brought anybody here with me at all." You squeezed at his fingers and settled back into the bench.

"Well I am incredibly glad that I found out about your little interest, and I feel even more honoured that you let me come here with you." You beamed. And it was the truth. Evidently, this little museum meant much more to Mycroft than you could have ever imagined and it warmed your heart to know that he trusted you to see him nerd out over some bones.

"Eventually I used this very building as the scaffolding to build my mind palace. My files on Sherlock, very appropriately, are nestled in the human biology room. But most people's information is either stored in the entrance, where Dippy remains over Hope, might I add, or in a few of the rooms I find less interesting.." You didn't have to ask to know he was referencing 'that room with all the bloody rocks'. "I love most of the galleries too much to taint them with information on people that aren't important. The likes of Gregory and Doctor Watson now reside in Hintze Hall as the years have passed." His eyes remained focused in front of him, unblinking, as though he was wandering the very halls at that moment.

"And where.. where are my files?" You had to ask, really. Since he was on the subject anyway. "If you've put them in the marine reptiles room when you know I'm terrified of the ocean I shall never forgive you." Mycroft's hand flipped beneath yours so the pads of your fingers brushed before he blinked and looked over to you, a small smile on his face.

"Here." Oh. Well that's.. something. You shifted to give him a quick kiss on his cheek, knowing he wasn't overly fond of PDA and tugged him to stand.

"And on that note, I think we should go and grab some lunch before you make me cry in front of the dinosaurs."

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After lunch, you both spent a few more hours walking from room to room (and of course circling round to the dinosaur gallery again) before you decided to call it a day at 4pm. Before departing, you headed towards the toilets that happened to be beside the little gift shop and you had a browse while Mycroft was occupied. Grinning, you picked up a deep blue plush triceratops and stroked a finger across its back. It was just small enough that, after purchasing, you could hide the little guy in the loose fabric of the sweatshirt you wore, acting innocent as you waited back outside near the wall. After going to the bathroom yourself, the pair of you headed outside where a car was waiting for you. Sliding in the back seat, you couldn't contain your little gift anymore.

"Surprise!" You laughed, producing the small toy from under your clothes and into the hands of the man beside you. He studied it briefly before beginning to laugh himself as he reached into his inner pocket and handed you the matching dinosaur, though purple in colour. "God, we're such children aren't we?" You noted as you swapped plushie companions, each of you brushing a finger on its nose as though it were a small pet. "I daren't think what your colleagues would say if they knew you were now the proud owner of a baby triceratops teddy that's.." You glanced at the tag. "..Suitable for children aged 12 months plus!"

"Probably nothing as bad as if they realised said triceratops was going to take proud placement on my desk at home." He beamed. "Thank you, this really does mean a great deal to me." You knew he wasn't just talking about the toy that rolled around his long fingers and you shifted to rest your head lightly on his shoulder.

"We can come back any time. I, for one, know I'll never get bored of looking through the galleries.. Or I'll never get bored of watching you light up as we walk through said galleries. Either or works, really." He hummed in response, his emotions slightly overwhelmed from the day and its revelations into his past. "Plus there were about 10 other little dinos in the shop and I've always been one to want a full collection.. so, if we pace ourselves, that's at least 10 more trips."

"13.. Although that could be tripled if we take the colour variations into account."

"Oh, of course! Can't half-arse a collection or it's just pointless."

"I concur."

"That's settled then. Almost 40 more trips to finish off our collection.. And thennnn we can move onto the figurines." Mycroft let out a laugh beside you and tilted to rest his head atop yours for the remainder of the journey home.

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The evening between you was shared over a meal (where, as promised, a small toast was made to the memory of Sir Dippy) before Mycroft sat to finish the papers for Greg. Eventually you collapsed into bed at a relatively reasonable time, groaning at the throbbing in your legs from the day's adventure before finally slipping into rest.

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The next day passed relatively quickly. The morning was spent visiting Greg in his office to drop off the papers before the pair of you took a small stroll through the streets of London. Eventually, Mycroft and yourself even got a text message from Sherlock giving a (albeit half-arsed) apology for his behaviour the day before and the rest of the day was spent in bliss. That was until exactly 17 minutes after you got back home when Mycroft's mobile began to ring. He swallowed deeply, showing you the caller ID of the person he had been dreading to speak to post-Eurus and answering.

"Ah, yes.. Hello, Mummy."

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thefallennightmare · 4 years ago

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Amnesia

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Words: 2551

Warnings: A few swears, ANGST(lets be real, what else is new?), and some fluff.

Summary Request: Sebastian and reader broke up like a year ago and one day she receives a call from the hospital and they tell her that Seb had an accident and she’s still his emergency contact so she goes to see him because she still loves him. And when he wakes up he has amnesia and he doesn’t remember they broke up, so he thinks they’re still together and the doctors tell her she has to play along because telling him the truth can be damage for his brain and he has to remember on his own?

A/N: Here is the very long awaited request someone sent in. I’m so incredibly sorry this took SO LONG to write but life got away from me. I really hope you like it and it was well worth the wait.

The double doors in front of me opened with a breeze as I quickly walked up to the small lady behind the front desk. She was chatting with another girl but the conversation immediately ceased when I walked up.

“Hi, can I help you?” Her tired voice asked.

Guilt raked me when I realized exactly how late it was but knew that this was normal for them.

“Uh, my name is Y/N Y/LN. I got a call from Dr. Stone that someone was admitted to the emergency room,” I stuttered over a few of my words.

“Can I have the patient's name?” The nurse clicked at her computer.

“Sebastian Stan.”

I hadn't muttered that name in so long that it sounded so foreign on my lips.

The nurse's ears perked up and she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m going to need to see some I.D.”

Muttering some not so nice things under my breath, I slid my I.D over to her and smirked in triumph. “Can I go see him now?”

“Room 5 on the right,” she nodded behind the desk, where the doors to the emergency room opened.

A large breath left my lips as I slowly walked towards the room, preparing myself for what I was about to see. The phone call I received said that he had fallen while doing a stunt, hitting his head hard on the mat below him. Thankfully he wasn’t severely injured but what worried me was what the doctor had stressed on the phone.

He thinks it is April of 2019.

That was over a year ago.

He had amnesia but the doctor was very optimistic that it was temporary and that he would remember everything soon; I needed to be the one to help him with it.

“Y/N?”

My feet came to a halt at the deep voice behind me and I gave the man in a leather jacket a soft smile. “Hey Anthony. How is he?”

Mackie smiled. “He’s good, all things considered. He still thinks it's April of last year.”

“So he thinks?” I trailed off.

Anthony nodded. “The docs think it’s going to help him if you play along, pretend you two are still together.”

I let out a soft sigh. “I don’t think I can, Mack. We exactly didn’t have the easiest break up.”

“I know but anything to help him get better, right?”

I nodded, agreeing, and with a quick hug goodbye to Anthony, I entered the room trying to ignore the doubts that filled my mind.

He laid in his bed, the T.V in the corner playing a soft tune of FRIENDS reruns but his eyes weren’t watching it; they were trained on me.

“Hey babe, I was wondering when you would get here.” He went to sit up in bed but hissed in pain.

“Seb, relax. You don’t need to sit up, you should be relaxing,” I chastised him.

Pulling the chair next to his bed, I sat down and hesitated before taking his extended hand. His hair was much poofier than I remembered and the amount of grey hair in his beard had doubled. The bags under his eyes were deeper than the last time I had seen him, his work schedule weighing him down.

“What happened?” I questioned.

Sebastian squeezed my hand. “I fell while doing a stunt. Doctors said I smacked my head really good.”

“Did they say when you could leave?” I asked.

“Tonight. They suggested that you watch me closely, in case I do have a concussion.”

My heart sank. We had to spend the night together?

Biting my lip, I quickly nod. “Of course, Seb.”

Silence fell between us and it took him a second to notice something was wrong.

“Are you okay?,” he questioned while lifting my gaze to meet him. “You seem distant.”

Swallowing the large lump in my throat, I tried my best to reassure him with a nod. “Yeah, I was worried about you, that’s all.”

My heart hammered in my chest when I felt his soft lips graze across my forehead. “I’m okay, babe. I’ll be even better when we're back home in bed.”

I felt my body stiffen at that thought of us in bed together. How could I play it off that we were still together and in love when truthfully, we should hate each other? We broke up over a year ago and it was the nastiest one I had ever experienced.

We hadn’t spoken one word to each other since that night but I couldn’t help but feel warmth fill my heart knowing I was still his emergency contact.

Tonight was going to be fun.

“Need anything else, Seb?” I questioned after getting him set in bed.

The flat we used to share looked exactly the same, as if I never left. The clean pile of clothes still had a permanent residence on the large grey chair in the corner of the room; Seb never having the time to put them away.

The light from the moon still cascaded it’s way through the bay window, causing beautiful shadows across the hardwood floor and across Seb’s face.

“Just you in bed with me,” Seb gave me a cheeky grin.

I couldn’t help to mirror it before nodding. “Give me a few minutes, I want to freshen up before bed.”

Eyes followed my every movement as I rummaged through the dresser drawers, remembering where Seb kept his shirts and sweats. My body froze when I saw the picture that sat upon the dresser. It was one of us when we were vacationing in Greece and we were standing in front of the Acropolis.

I couldn't help but pick it up, smiling at the fond memory.

“We should go again,” Sebastian's voice said from behind me.

I nodded. “It was a great trip, wasn't it?”

Tears brimmed at my eyes but before he could say anything about it, I scurried into the master bath, letting the door quickly shut behind me. While I freshened up, I tried everything to not let this whole situation bother me.

How could I pretend to still be with Sebastian, knowing what I know. There was a point, long ago, that we were happy. We loved each other, more than anyone knew, but the love wasn’t enough for the doubt that weighed us down.

“Y/N?”

A soft knock tapped against the door.

With a quick sniffle and wiping away my tears, I quickly opened the bathroom door. “You okay?”

Sebastian looked at me with a worried look. “Were you crying?”

I shook my head. “No, I’m fine.”

“You shut the door. You never shut the door,” Sebastian noted.

“Oh,” my fingers gripped the dark wood, forgetting that I always used to keep the bathroom door open when we lived together.

Sebastian's fingers laced with my own and with a gentle tug, I followed him to the bed. Before I knew it, my head was on his chest and his strong fingers raked through my hair. The familiar feeling made my stomach flip and I bit my lip, hoping the tears didn’t force their way out.

“I know you were scared from my accident today but I promise babe, I’m okay.” Seb’s soft voice comforted me.

No words were finding their way through my throat so all I could do was nod. I allowed myself to look in his gorgeous green eyes and with one quick look, I told myself that this was going to hurt like hell when this was all over.

Just like it did when we broke up.

The domestic bliss found its way between us and I allowed myself to melt into his embrace. My finger traced circles on his bare chest while he rubbed my back.

“You know what I noticed,” Seb’s voice spoke.

“Hmm?”

“You haven’t given me one kiss tonight,” He pouted.

My body froze in his embrace and he immediately noticed. I sat up in bed while Seb reluctantly let me go.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” I cried while getting out of bed and starting to collect my things.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Sebastian questioned.

“You honestly don’t remember anything?” I asked after taking a quick pause while putting on my shoes.

When he shook his head, I couldn’t stop the word vomit that spit out of my mouth.

“We broke up, Seb! Over a year ago!”

He shook his head. “What?”

Pinching my eyes together, I let out a large sigh. “The doctors said you had amnesia and the last thing you remembered was April of last year. We broke up last July.”

“I’m confused. Then why are you here?”

“The doctors thought it would be best if I played along, to help you remember on your own but I can’t do it anymore. Knowing how we broke up and why; I can’t pretend that we are in love when you actually don't anymore.”

I could see in Sebastian’s eyes that he still wasn’t believing what I was saying so I pulled out my phone, letting a voicemail play on speaker.

“Y/N, I know that we’re not in the same city right now and this is a terrible way to do this but I can’t do it anymore. We’ve been apart for almost a month now and I’ve come to realize that I can’t keep stringing you along. I need time to grow and focus on my career, I can’t have someone waiting for me back home when I don’t even know when the next time I would be coming home. It’s not fair to you to wait for me; for someone that can’t keep his promises. I’ll be home next month so that gives you time to move out. I’m sorry.”

Silence fell throughout the flat, the sudden look of remembrance flashing across Sebastian’s face.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed. “I remember.”

“You broke up with me with a fucking voicemail. A three year relationship ended with a goddamn voicemail!” I yelled.

“I was scared,” Seb defended.

My eyes doubled with anger. “Don’t give me that bullshit again, Seb. We went through this already. I just want to get my things and go home.”

I went to run down the stairs away from him but he stepped in front of me, stopping me.

“I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. It wasn’t fair to you for me stringing you along. I was only thinking of you.”

“Give me a break, Sebastian! You broke up with me then a week later you were seen with some blonde chick!” I yelled.

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair and his shoulders fell. “It wasn’t what the media made it seem like.”

“Did you sleep with her?” I asked, the same question that I had asked him the last time I saw him.

“No,” Seb answered without hesitation.

The same answer he gave me last time.

“I can’t keep having the same fight, Seb. It’s exhausting. I was finally in a good place with myself. I was getting over you then got a phone call telling me you had an accident. My world stopped. I thought you were seriously hurt, Sebastian. The second I saw you, all those feelings came back.”

He stuffed his hands deep in his sweat pockets and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Y/N.”

“Do you think we could ever go back to how we used to be?” I asked.

This time, Sebastian hesitated. “I don’t know. My brain is still so fucked from my fall today. It’s hard remembering some things.”

I nodded, reluctantly getting my things together before walking away. “Let me know when you do know, Seb.”

The same heartbreak I felt a year ago resurfaced as I realized that Sebastian was letting me walk out of his apartment and out of his life; again.

My T.V played a soft tune in the background as I browsed through my phone, trying to let another boring day pass. My fingers had a mind of their own as I typed away a certain username on Instagram, wanting to know what he was up to.

Nothing new.

No posts or stories.

Sebastian had been M.I.A on instagram for over a month now, since before his accident.

And since the last time we had seen each other.

We both had no contact with each other, not knowing where we stood. Or even in there was something between us to hold us together. I knew it in my heart that even though how we ended was terrible, I still wanted to be with Sebastian. I wanted to be like how we used to be but there was a doubt lingering in my mind; would he want the same? Would he even feel the same?

The clock on the wall struck midnight, the chimes sounded loud bouncing off the walls of my small apartment.

A soft groan left my lips as I stood up and started making my way towards my bedroom, however, a persistent knock on the door locked my feet in place.

My eyes darted to the bat that laid against the wall next to the door. Who was at my door in the middle of the night?

“Y/N?”

His deep but yet soft voice immediately eased my fear. Before I could even second guess my decision, I found myself opening the door.

Sebastian stood in front of me, his hair way more fluffier than the last time I saw him. The stubble on his face had grown in and I smiled at the few grey hairs peeking its way through. He looked distraught, his thoughts keeping himself up the last few nights.

He let out a few deep sighs, hesitating a few times, something deep on his mind.

We both stared at each other for a few moments, the lust and love that we felt when we were together clouding around us. It encased us in our own bubble and without a second thought, Sebastian was crossing the threshold attacking my lips with his own.

My hands gripped his hips while his own found their way through my hair, gently pulling on the roots. The kiss was one of those ‘hungry, teeth smacking, and lip biting’ kisses; the kind that made your head spin and insides melt.

Reluctantly, we broke apart to take a breath but not before Seb placed another chaste kiss on my lips.

“I know the way I ended things was a dick move and I should have broken up with you in person.”

My vision was still blurry from the kiss so all I could do was nod.

“If you still want me, I’m here. If you want me out of your life for good, just say the word and I’m gone. But if that kiss means anything to you as it did to me, I know that I’m right where I need to be.”

“Lock the door,” I mumbled against his lips. “We have a year of catching up to do.”

My giggles sounded throughout the apartment when I felt Seb toss me over his shoulder, carrying me up the stairs towards my bedroom.

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tenthgrove · 4 years ago

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Can I request la squadra discovering their Fem!Teammate (who's like in her early 30s) is actually a mother, who joined Passione to pay for her 5 y.o daughter's hospital expenses, and she sometimes secretly goes to visit her and spend time with her.

Mother Mother

La Squadra x Reader, Platonic, SFW

Risotto has always kept an eye on his squadmates. It’s not that he would ever entertain the thought of one of them betraying him, even a relatively new member such as yourself. It’s just that with La Squadra’s status in Passione, he’s always feared one of you being used against him against your will.

It’s for this reason that Risotto became concerned by your twice monthly trips away from the base. Risotto doesn’t usually police his underlings’ activities, but the solemn look on your face each time you leave is cause for deep concern. Perhaps if you weren’t so secretive about your reasons, he wouldn’t have to go to the lengths of spying on you.

Risotto catches sight of your car as you pull into the hospital parking lot. There’s a definite weariness about you as you cross quickly towards the entrance. Risotto activates his invisibility and follows.

As you speak with the receptionist, Risotto is fixed on which department you will turn to. Are you sick and hiding it? Pregnant? But then, you surprise him. You turn to the children’s ward.

Risotto follows you past white corridors and waiting rooms. The nurses address you by name, he notices. It seems you’re a regular visitor. Finally, you arrive in a large ward of lonely pods. In each one lies a sick or injured child. He cannot ignore the fact that the one you head towards looks exactly like you.

As you caress the little girl’s cheek, Risotto comes to realise what’s been happening with you all these months. These trips, this sorrow, it was all for your child. A child Risotto didn’t even know you had.

Risotto leaves you be as you talk with your daughter. He feels guilty, undeserving of being present in this conversation. He’d always wondered how someone like you ended up in such a foul business as his, but if it’s really all for the sake of your daughter he doesn’t know if he can bare to keep ordering you on such dangerous tasks.

He can’t cut you out either, that could be detrimental for your sick offspring.

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Risotto goes home and seeks out Melone. It really ought to show the desperation of the situation he’s in that he’d fall on Melone for advice, but the strange man is the only person he can think of who might possibly guide his conscience on such a matter.

“Melone, a word please,” Risotto demands, swinging open the door of the other man’s bedroom. Melone hums and sits up from his nap, pulling off his night-mask to rub his eyes.

“If this is about the vibrator, I swear I didn’t mean to have it delivered here.”

“I- what- no. It isn’t about anything like that. I need your advice,” Risotto explains. Melone taps his fingers excitedly and crosses his legs.

“Oh, by all means go on then!”

“If, hypothetically, a person like us were to have… unavoidable other commitments, how would you say it should be tackled?” Risotto asks.

“Clarify.”

“Family commitments. Children, to be precise,” Risotto elaborates. Melone tilts his head.

“Capo, did you knock someone up?”

“No! Don’t be ridiculous. I haven’t done anything of the sort!” Risotto insists. “Alright I’ll clarify some more. How do you think I, as this team’s leader, should support such a person?”

“…Oh, I understand,” Melone assures him. “It’s (y/n) who’s pregnant, isn’t it?”

“I… forget it. (Y/n) isn’t pregnant you fool. I don’t know why I bothered with you,” Risotto laments, shutting the door.

Melone, meanwhile, is unconvinced. Risotto’s defensive behaviour suggests to him his theory regarding your pregnancy may be right after all. This isn’t something he can leave alone.

Melone’s foremost concern is your wellbeing. You’re his friend, and he wants to make sure that your parenthood (should you choose to go through with it) is as easy for you as possible. There’s one person in particular who comes to mind when it comes to raising children in the mob.

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“Prosciutto!” Melone calls, entering the second-in-command’s bedroom as he enjoys a cigarette out his open window.

“What do you want, and what did I tell you about barging in?”

“Please Prosciutto? This is important,” Melone begs. Prosciutto turns around.

“Alright, get it over with.”

“Didn’t you say once that you raised Pesci? I’m curious how it was,” Melone enquires.

“I hardly raised him,” Prosciutto rolls his eyes. “His mother was a good woman, and perfectly capable of raising him herself, money aside. My role was mostly as a financial supporter and an occasional babysitter when my step-mother needed a day off.”

“Oh, I see. But how was it with Passione? How did you balance your commitments between them and family?”

“I’m not a fan of this line of questioning, Melone, but I’ll indulge you. It was hard, very hard. They made me join when Pesci was 6 and back even then they constantly held his life over my head. I couldn’t spend too much time with him for fear of seeming disloyal, but at the same time I feared what would happen if I turned my back too long.”

“Christ,” Melone exclaims. “That’s rough. I never knew it was that bad for you.”

“Are you going to tell me what this is all for now?” Prosciutto asks, cocking an eyebrow. Melone swallows.

“Well… I think (y/n) might be pregnant.”

“…What?!”

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“So that’s why we’re suspicious,” Prosciutto finishes. Formaggio stares at them wide-eyed.

“Fucking hell. I knew something was up, but pregnancy?” he exclaims.

“It’s serious, we know,” Melone affirms. “Risotto isn’t letting up so we need you to help us be certain. I’ve got all your DNA on record-”

“Creepy.”

“Regardless, I’ve got hers up on the tracker now, and I need you to take Baby Face and follow the dot until you find its location. Baby Face doesn’t show place names. If you’re spotted, you can shrink down, so it’s better you go than us. Got it?”

“Yeah sure, I’ll go,” Formaggio agrees, picking up the laptop and standing. “I’ll ring if I find anything.”

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Sure enough, 30 minutes later, Formaggio finds something. A hospital to be precise. He looks down at his screen, and back at the hospital. Nope, everything still checks out. There is no possible way the dot could be anywhere other than inside that building when it’s that close. You’re in there. You are in the hospital. Pregnant, near certainly.

Formaggio’s had enough shocks for one day.

Turning tail, Formaggio half-runs back down the pavement towards the base. He fumbles for his phone and calls Prosciutto. No answer. Thinking fast (but not well) he hits the next number in the list. Illuso’s.

“Illuso hi. It’s Formaggio! She’s definitely at the hospital like we thought!”

“…Are you high?”

“Oh fuck, did you not know? (Y/n)’s pregnant and Mel just found out!” Formaggio fills him in. There’s a long pause.

“Holy fucking shit! Get back here now and tell me more!”

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Shortly after this, the sitting room of the La Squadra base finds itself crowded with Melone, Prosciutto, Formaggio and Illuso all in frenzied discussion.

“This is insane. We can’t have a baby! In the hitman squad!” Illuso decries.

“We’re not recruiting the kid!” Melone reminds him.

“That’s not the point!” Prosciutto protests. Formaggio puts his hands up in a show of peace

“Okay okay can everyone please-”

“I AM CALM!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS SHOUTING ABOUT?!” A voice calls. It’s Ghiaccio, standing in the hallway with Pesci at his side. The four men in the lounge look between each other nervously. Formaggio steps forwards.

“Ghiaccio, Pesci… let me fill you in on some things.”

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“RISOTTO WHY THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TELL US ABOUT THIS SOONER!”

Risotto Nero has seen a lot in his days, but never before has he had his office door kicked down by one of his own teammates, while in mid-conversation with two others.

“…Ghiaccio I beg your pardon.”

“(Y/n) was pregnant and you didn’t tell us about it?” Pesci says. “I was on a mission with her just last night! I could have done more to protect her if I’d known!”

“Risotto, I know you like to respect our privacy, but this is serious! If (y/n) is going to have this child then we need to have discussions about how it’s going to be feasible now. As a team,” Prosciutto argues. Risotto blinks.

“Capo, what on earth is going on?” Sorbet asks from by the window. Gelato, having clung onto him since the door fell, continues to look at the crowd in the doorway like… well, like they just busted the office door down.

Risotto takes a sip of his coffee, and sighs.

“I think you all may be under a severe misapprehension.”

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You get back to the base around 4pm, severely exhausted both emotionally and physically. Your daughter is stable, you’re assured, and clearly in better spirits than your last visit. With continued treatment, the doctor sees her out of the hospital and living comfortably with only minor supports within the year. But the bill to get her to that point will not be cheap. You honestly don’t know how you’ll manage it.

As you hang up your coat you are met with visitors. Sorbet and Gelato would like to speak with you, it seems.

“We’re glad to see you’re back. Could you follow us please? It won’t take a minute,” Gelato requests.

“Okay?” you agree, following them into the sitting room. Your entire team is present in dead silence, with Risotto at the helm in his usual chair. He is looking grave. This can’t be good.

Risotto gestures for you to sit down. You comply.

“(Y/n),” he begins. “We know about your daughter.”

Everything seems to go still. You cannot help it as tears well in your eyes. Before you know, you are crying in front of your teammates.

“We are willing to give some help,” Risotto announces. You look up from your tears. Did he just…

“We did some maths and we calculated that if we all pool together, we can pay half your daughter’s monthly bill every month for the immediate future, without any major changes to our lifestyle,” Sorbet announces. “We’re all happy to do that,” he adds, to a chorus of nods around the room.

“Additionally, we can look into getting her case transferred to a doctor on Passione’s payroll. It will be the same quality care or higher, and at a significant discount,” Melone suggests. Oh fuck, why didn’t you ever think of that?

“You would… you would all really do that for me?” you sob.

“And if it still isn’t enough, we’ll find a way. You can rely on us to help you, I swear it,” Risotto promises.

“Thank you… thank you all so much!”

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