#call my pharmacy to check on it. mention that i heard it could be an insurance thing

[veganhamsalad]

a lot has been going on, love yall

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

If you are up for it could write more Justice League x Assistant reader?

That scenario did things to me honestly, and I can't find anything similar 😭

Maybe reader calls in sick and the each JL member goes to check on them unanounced (reader never told them were they lived but of course they'd know *sideeyes batman*) which end up on all the members questioning and pointing at each other *cue spider man meme*, because why are you at my darling's- I mean our Assistant's house!

Reader kicks everyone out except the gourmet chef batman brought to cook reader some chicken soup.

A Day in Life: In Health and Sickness

Synopsis: A day in life were you, the Justice League's assistant, find out that sickness and a bunch of obsessed superheroes are just too much to bear all at once.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader; Platonic!Alfred Pennyworth

Tw: Nonconsensual (not sexual) touching; A single mention of obscene acts; Kinda breaking and entering; Reader gets physically restrained; Kinda forced infantilization? But not really, just humiliation; Some members of the League might be out of character bc I don't know them well enough; I was sleepy while revising and editing this so I might fix any mistakes I didn’t see later; English is not my 1st language.

Word count: 2,6k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: Thank you so much for your compliments and the request!! Your suggestion really gave me inspiration to write as soon as I saw it. It's not exactly what you asked for but I hope it's the same vibe and you like it!! Also I’ve seen all the requests for a part 2 of “He's My Collar”, but as stated here, I didn't answer bc I’m working on it! I just didn't have any ideas yet!

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Whatever hit you today, it sucks. Yesterday, in the afternoon, you had a mild throbbing in your head, but not exactly a headache, at night, fever hit you, alongside a cough. Medicine helped enough but today you still felt a little warm, your head hurt, your nose was somehow stuffed and leaking at the same time. You've been awake for an hour and still just couldn't get yourself to care for your basic needs like showering and eating, let alone go to work, so you called in sick. At least you would have some piece for a day.

Or that's what you thought, until you heard some tapping on your window, scaring the shit out of you, and saw Superman outside with a sympathetic smile and holding a pharmacy bag, a crate of water bottles and food.

Ugh, of course you couldn't actually have some peace.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself and got up, walking towards you bedroom window, and tried sticking your head outside, hoping he wouldn't enter your home if you kicked him out before, but before you could do anything else, he supersped inside and suddenly was at your side, making you dizzier.

— Hey! I heard what happened. How’re you feeling? — The alien’s face showcased his concern on his furrowed brows and he took a step too close (any step in your direction taken by one of the heroes was already too close for you), extending his arm forward to place the back of his hand in your forehead. You took a step back but he didn't seem to mind.

— Uh, I'm fine. You didn't need to come here. — Superman shook his head.

— I wanted to help. Here, I brought som- — Doorbell. The hero looked in the direction the sound came from, most likely using his X-Ray vision to look through the walls and doors, and squinted his eyes. Oh boy. — You called someone? — His voice is weirdly calm, contrasting with the way he abruptly starts marching out of your room and to the door.

Earlier you thought the fast exertion of movements would be too great for you, but apparently adrenaline was on your side, enough to follow him around as if you were the visitor inside your own place.

— I didn't. — You respond flatly and holding back a groan from annoyance, since you also didn't invite him.

Superman immediately opens the door as soon as it's within his reach and what's on the other side surprises you more than when you got the job at the watchtower.

— Superman. — Batman didn't seem surprised, but he also never showed emotions other than anger. — (Y/N). This is Penny-One. — He is surely referencing the old man well dressed on his side. — He is here to take care of you. — You raise an eyebrow, almost speechless.

— T-Take care of me? — You helplessly watch them invading your residency, painfully aware there's nothing you can do. Superman crossed his arms.

— This is not necessary, I came here to do just that. — Superman’s protest unfortunately doesn't give you any hint of how this will all turn out, nor does it scare Batman and his friend away..

— You have your own responsibilities. — Batman simply states. — You should go.

Penny-One simply turns to you.

— It's a pleasure, Miss/Master/Mx (Y/N), even in your condition. Master Batman talks a lot about you. — You don't know what to stay and it probably shows, since no one waits much for your reaction before Penny-One is moving towards your kitchen and Batman and Superman continue with their argument.

You just go and sit down on your couch, questioning your life decisions and escape plans, which will have to wait until this damned curse leaves your body (and your home).

Your hands raise to rub your face and maybe give you some clearance, maybe wake you up from this nightmare, but keeping your eyes closed and sitting down only remind you of your condition. You feel worse or is it just your spirits? Either way, you let your body slide down until your side rests on the couch cushions, arms hugging your own body to try to have some warmth back. When did it become so cold?

At least their voices were low, as if trying not to bother you, it's a little soothing, especially with the promise of having food. Your eyes hurt just from staying open so you don't. At some point, some type of fabric is thrown over your body and a hand combs through your hair. You are too weak to do anything.

Next time you open your eyes, it's due to disturbing noises, your head is no longer on the arm of the couch and instead is laying on someone’s bare thighs. A pair of hands is running through your locks, and a really nice smell is in the air.

Did you fall asleep?

That would explain why your head is on fucking Wonder Woman's lap and she is looking at you lovingly. Also the fabric from before is Superman's cape.

You quickly shoot up, although just as fast, four or five pairs of hands, coming from seemingly out of nowhere — startling you even more — push you back down, you don't go without struggle, and soon, all hands disappear, green lights catch your attention and you can't move your body a single inch anymore. Somehow, you ended up restrained by a green and bright cocoon, as if you were soon to be a butterfly, only your face is free. Green Lantern’s construct.

— Hey, hey, calm down, hot stuff. I know she’s scary and you would never want to be close to anyone else but me, but you still need rest. — You're turned to the ceiling against your wishes. For some reason the fact that your whole body is covered doesn't give you the comfort nor the protection it should give you, instead, it reminds you of how vulnerable you are.

Your wide and paranoid eyes try to search for anything, since your head is being held in place. You can see Wonder Woman above you, glaring at something outside your line of vision, you are still in her lap. A bit of Aquaman’s blond hair on the bottom of your vision. And Batman, towering over you and the amazon, just observing as always.

— You can release them now, Green Lantern. — It's Superman's voice.

— He is not going to. — You see Batman saying at the same time another voice speaks the same sentence, making all of them turn in the direction of the sound, somewhere you can't see, but you recognize the voice. — He thinks they're weak and incapable of making decisions. — I'm sorry, who is weak and incapable of making decisions here? — He also wants to prove he is the only one capable of protecting and taking care of (Y/N), and impress them so they will fall right into his arms, call him a hero and give him a kiss��� And other obscene things. — Batman smirks. Wonder Woman and another new and deep voice loudly laugh, the masculine voice being more obnoxious. Someone scoffs indignantly.

— Okay. Get out of my fucking head or I will make you. — The Lantern's voice sounds angry and you hear hurried footsteps. They wouldn't fight right here, right?! Right beside your sick body and in the middle of your crumpled apartament… It would make such a mess…

— I wasn't inside your head. Your thoughts were too loud, it's like you are screaming in my ear.

— I will make you scream! — You hear Superman superspeeding, probably getting in between the fighting duo.

— Ha- Green Lantern, calm down. No one will make anyone do anything here.

The agonizing feeling of restriction grows.

— WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE? — You scream in a husky voice, panting right after. Everyone is silent and the next second, the construct moves you around until you're sitting up, back to the back of the couch. You are still being held and manhandled, but at least you're not in someone's lap and you can see something other than your ceiling.

Martian Manhunter is standing a few meters away from you, Superman by his side. Wonder Woman was still sitting beside you and doesn't look like getting up any time soon, Green Lantern makes his way to sit down on your other side, placing his arm around you, gladly you can't even feel it. Batman is still standing on the side of the couch, his cape covering his body. Aquaman is sitting in your armchair, his face laid on his hand, watching amused, if not a bit annoyed.

It's so weird seeing all of them, suited up, in the middle of your living room, and in plain daylight.

— We came here to nurse you back to health. — Wonder Woman speaks.

— Uhh, don't you think this is a little too much? — The heroes look at each other as if looking for the issue.

— I mean, yeah. I could do it alone, but for some reason when I got here, these freaks had already broken into your house. — Freak Lantern says, pointing an accusing finger at the other freaks in question, the trinity, Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman. — Those two came in later. — He nodded at Martian Manhunter and Aquaman, not giving them a single look, his eyes solely on you. Like everytime he insists on overly making eye contact with you, it's a bit uncanny. — Worry not, beautiful. I will kick them out for you. — Superman and Wonder Woman snort at his arrogance.

— You could go with them. I'm fine, I don't need help. I’ve been taking care of myself for years and can still do it. — You've been nice long enough, they crossed the line, they invaded your apartment, which is so unprofessional, and you need to set limits. They just look at you with pity.

— I am are aware of my neglect. — Neglect? — But it's going to be different now that we are reunited… — Uh? What is Manhunter talking about?

— Exactly. History has proven how men are unreliable and indifferent to others. I'm the only one you need, darling. — Wonder Woman caresses your face. — I don't even know what they think they are doing here…

— What are you doing here, princess? Don't you have mommy issues to fix or a guy named Steve Trevor to talk to? — The amazon furrowed her eyebrows and glared at the one sitting on your other side.

— Don't listen to him, (Y/N). I left Steve a long time ago, when I met you. — Girl, why? Go back to your man! Leave me alone! — What about Aquaman? Doesn't he have a kingdom to rule? — The man in question dismissed her answer with a hand movement.

— I’m protecting Atlantis’s future by making sure none of you get any ideas and (Y/N) survives their illness. — Batman shook his head.

— I’ve already made sure they're taken care of. You shouldn't be here. There's more important matters for us out there.

— Then why aren't you there?

Their battle of egos is just too fast for your slowed down brain to process and try to formulate any form of strategy. Before their banter gets worse, the older man from before reappears.

— Your soup is ready, Miss/Master/Mx (Y/N). — Penny-One seems unbothered by the commotion around you, walking in with the source of the heavenly smell. Your mouth waters.

— Let me do it, Penny-One. — Wonder Woman gently offers and takes the bowl from him, along with the spoon. The Justice League makes sounds of disgust when they start watching her spoon feeding you (they wanted to be in her place).

You groan, complain, try to wiggle out of the construct but nothing works, especially with your fatigued and sick state. If you weren't claustrophobic before you might be from now on. You are clearly uncomfortable and practically begging to get out but for some reason they just won't listen. It gets to the point where as soon as you finish your soup — after realizing, again, that with those people it's just easier to surrender —, and take your medicine, Green Lantern’s temper apparently gets done with your whining and resistance, and he simply makes another construct. Now you have a pacifier in your mouth. It's your limit.

They start fighting again because some of them find it degrading, some like to hear your voice even if they know how close to cussing them out you are, and some think it's cute and prefer your quietness over your cries.

You can't move. You can't spit it out. You can't bite it off. You can't ask for help.

Green Lantern is rubbing your cheek while — slightly — mocking you. Wonder Woman is cooing at you, while trying to convince the Lantern to stop with his antics. Aquaman is clearly expressing he is on the Lantern’s side. Batman, Superman and Martian Manhunter are threatening him.

Frustration gets the better of you and the dam breaks loose. Now you are wrapped, with a pacifier and crying. Like a baby. In front of your bosses. In front of people who think you are vulnerable and need them. They're practically keeping you hostage. You didn't want them here. You told them no, countless times, and they just blatantly ignored your boundaries.

You have a pa-ci-fi-er. In. Your. Mouth.

And they are talking. They are ignoring you. They're been doing it for hours. No. Months. That's abuse.

This is the most emotion they ever got out of you and it immediately quiets everyone down. They're just staring at you, shocked. This whole thing is just a shitshow. A disaster. They're a curse. You are cursed.

It's so distracting that it makes Green Lantern lose his concentration, which is what fuels his ring’s power, and the constructs start dissipating.

You immediately get up and put as much distance between you and the team, who all have wide eyes and maybe had just now realized the gravity of the situation, while thinking about control damage.

You are searching desperately for how you could effectively kick them out, while also experiencing just the aftereffects of a new trauma, when it looks like it will get even worse. Flash zooms into the apartment.

— Hey, (Y/N)! Sorry I took so long! Busy Day. N-Not that I wouldn't quit anything and everything just to help you. I just now saw the notification that you took a day off today! W-What… W-What are you guys doing here…? — The speedster noticed after his rambles the he is not the only one in the middle of your living room, and points at the whole team, who is on the complete opposite side of you. They also point at him.

— You’re late. — Batman states.

— Slowest man alive. — Green Lantern calls out his friend.

Flash looks around as if gathering his thoughts and notices your distressed state. He turns completely to them, his back to you and him being between you and his team.

— What did you do to them? — At his demand, all of them start pointing at each other and giving some sort of explanation or their side of the story at the same time, turning it into unintelligible sounds, until your yell interrupts them.

— GET. OUT!

— But-

— OUT!

— But, (Y/N)-

— NOW! GET OUT NOW!

They grumble but comply. Penny-One, who was totally unfazed during the while ordeal, just sighs, and starts making his way with them. Until you take a timid step toward him and stop him.

— N-Not you… I-I mean the soup was really good and I don't think I will have the energy to cook later… I-If it's n-not bothering you… — The older man smiles placantinly at you.

— Of course, dear. I'm getting paid either way, might as well just finish my job here.

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A Love Unborn

synopsis: sequel to Wifey Material, angst with hurt comfort.

TW: Miscarriage is mentioned throughout (not described in extreme detail)

A/N: Once again like the previous post I got heavily inspired by Charlotte York as I had just watched the SATC episode where she unfortunately miscarriages. I even referenced the Tiffany baby rattle ☹️.

As you sat on the toilet, you couldn’t bear to turn over the pregnancy test on the sink. You and Nanami had been trying for a baby for about 2 months now and so far there were no apparent fruits of your labour. You were beginning to lose hope when your period was gone for 2 weeks. So, you did the sensible thing and dragged one of your good friends, Nicole, out and to buy a pregnancy test with you.

“What if I’m not?” You anxiously ask, finger repeatedly tapping the pregnancy test box.

“What if you are?” Nicole replied, taking the box away from your anxious hands. “And if you’re not, that’s okay. It’s normal. You are 26, not 56. I’m sure you have tons of eggs left waiting for sperm to fill them up.”

“Ew, don’t say that.” You laugh. “But you’re right.” 

Nicole took your arm and dragged you to the pharmacy counter. She gave you a slight hug, reiterating her support for you. 

———

Your heart was pounding in your chest as the two minutes slowly took place. Nanami was at work but he had promised you that when you got the news you would call him straight away. As the timer on your phone blared out, you took a deep breath and slowly reached out for the test. With shaking hands, you picked it up and slowly brought it in front of you. Now, your whole body was pretty much shaking and there was a part of you that didn’t want to turn over the test, didn’t want to come in terms with the fact that you were not pregnant, again. 

You can do this, you thought to yourself before you finally turned it around. Your eyes immediately saw the two lines, clear as a summer’s day. You screamed in exhilaration, jumping up and down joyfully. You couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe it. A surge of joy and disbelief washed over you as you stared at the test, double-checking the two unmistakable lines that confirmed it. Tears pricked your eyes, and your hands flew to your mouth as you tried to hold back the rush of emotions. You had imagined this moment so many times, but nothing prepared you for the overwhelming wave of happiness now that it was real.

You grabbed your phone with trembling fingers, scrolling to Nanami’s number. You held your breath as the phone rang, heartbeat thumping in anticipation. When he picked up, his warm, familiar voice instantly made you feel at ease.

“Hey, love,” he said, his tone instantly comforting. “Everything okay? Did you take the test?”

“Yes,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper, already thick with emotion.

There was a pause as he held his breath, waiting. “And…?” His voice softened, a mix of hope and gentle anticipation.

You could feel your heart swelling with happiness as you spoke, “It’s positive, Nanami. I’m pregnant!” The words were full of joy, like they couldn’t wait to tumble out.

You heard him inhale sharply, a stunned silence on the other end as he absorbed the news. Then, a quiet, relieved laugh escaped him. “We did it,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “We’re going to be parents.”

“Yes, we’re really going to be parents,” you said, tears spilling down your cheeks as you laughed, the joy bubbling up in both of you. “It actually happened.”

“I can’t believe it,” he said, his voice low, almost reverent. “I knew we were hoping, but… hearing you say it out loud—this feels incredible.” He paused, and you could hear the soft emotion in his voice. “Thank you, my love, for making this dream come true with me.”

The two of you shared a moment of silent wonder on the phone, both overwhelmed by the reality of what lay ahead. You could practically feel his warmth through the line, his hand reaching out for yours in spirit, holding on as the reality of this new adventure took hold. After a moment, he spoke, his tone warm and full of love. “I’ll be home as soon as I can. We need to celebrate this together.”

———

When Nanami finally came through the door later, he was practically glowing with happiness, his face breaking into a wide smile the moment he saw you. Without a word, he crossed the room, pulling you close and holding you tightly. After a moment, he leaned back, one hand drifting to your stomach as he met your eyes, his gaze full of warmth and quiet joy.

“This is it,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “Our family is beginning.”

You placed your hand over his, feeling a shared surge of excitement and tenderness. “It’s really happening, Nanami. We’re going to be parents.”

His smile softened, and he bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Thank you for everything. I can’t wait to go through this journey with you.”

“I have a surprise for you…” Nanami began, reaching behind his back to produce a small blue box wrapped with a white bow. His gaze softened as he held it out to you. “I bought this when we first decided on having a baby.”

Your heart fluttered as you took the box from his hands, carefully untying the bow. Inside was a beautiful Tiffany baby rattle, gleaming and elegant. It looked just like the one Charlotte had in SATC.

“Kento! It’s just like Charlotte York’s!” you exclaimed, a mix of joy and nostalgia filling your voice. “I love it.”

Nanami’s smile warmed, his eyes holding a gentle pride as he watched your reaction. Wrapped in his arms, you could not wait for the future where your little family was just a little bigger.

———

A month later, you and Nanami had already begun planning for the baby.  The spare room, which had once served as your closet overflow space, was slowly being transformed into a nursery. 

“Pastel yellow for the walls, please. We don’t know the gender yet!” You inform the painter who just gave you a caring smile. You felt almost giddy with joy from the past month. Every evening, Nanami and you would sit together, pouring over lists of essentials, talking about baby names, and picturing what life would be like as parents. 

As you left the painter to begin painting the walls, you suddenly felt a sharp pang in your stomach. You suddenly felt uneasiness in your stomach. The sharp pang brought you to a standstill, your hand instinctively moving to cradle your stomach. You took a shaky breath, trying to convince yourself it was nothing—just an ordinary cramp, something minor. But the feeling lingered, gnawing and unsettling, and your heart sank as worry took root.

Nanami was at work, so you texted him quickly, keeping it light: “Feeling a bit off, but I’m sure it’s fine.” You didn't want to alarm him, and part of you wanted to believe it was nothing to worry about. But when the pain returned, sharper this time, you found yourself reaching for your phone again, and before you knew it, you were calling him.

“Hey,” he answered, his voice immediately shifting to concern. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, not wanting to voice the fear building inside of you. “I… I think something might be wrong,” you whispered, the words tasting bitter and strange. “Can you come home?”

He promised he’d be there as soon as possible, and you could hear the worry in his voice even as he tried to stay calm for your sake. Waiting for him felt endless, each second stretching longer as the uneasiness grew into dread. You wanted to believe that everything was fine, that it was just your mind playing tricks on you.

———

When Nanami finally arrived, he rushed to your side, taking one look at you before pulling you into his arms. “Let’s go,” he said softly, guiding you to the car, his hand firmly in yours the entire time. The drive to the hospital was quiet, tense. He kept glancing over at you, giving your hand small, reassuring squeezes, his jaw tight, though he kept his worry hidden as best he could.

At the hospital, things happened too quickly and yet painfully slow—machines, concerned faces, hushed voices. They asked you questions, too many questions, and you barely had the energy to answer. All you could feel was the coldness of the room, the heaviness pressing in on you. Nanami held your hand the entire time, his presence grounding you as you waited, desperate for answers, but terrified of what they might say.

When the doctor finally spoke, her voice gentle and filled with the kind of sympathy you’d hoped you’d never have to hear, the words barely registered at first. “I’m so sorry… but unfortunately, you’ve lost the baby.” Her voice was soft, but the words struck like a hammer, shattering the fragile hope you’d clung to.

You stared at her, numb, unable to comprehend what she was saying. Beside you, Nanami’s grip tightened on your hand, his face pale as he absorbed the news, his eyes brimming with the same disbelief, the same anguish that you felt. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out. Instead, he simply pulled you close, holding you tightly as you both fell apart.

———

Back home, the apartment felt different—empty, echoing with a silence that seemed to mock the joy and laughter that had filled it just days before. The room that had started becoming a nursery now felt haunting, a reminder of the life you’d imagined, a future that had vanished before it had even truly begun. You stood in the doorway, staring at the freshly painted yellow walls, feeling like a stranger in a place that had once held so much hope.

“Well, I guess there was no need to pay the painter to do the walls that colour. ” You said, your voice strained. 

Nanami wrapped his arms around you from behind, his face buried in your shoulder as he whispered, “I’m so sorry… I wish I could take this pain away from you.”

You reached up, placing your hand over his, tears spilling down your cheeks. “I wanted this so much,” you choked out, your voice cracking. “I wanted to give us a family. I wanted—” Your words faltered, lost in the ache that seemed to consume every part of you.

He turned you around to face him, his own eyes red-rimmed, tears slipping silently down his cheeks. “It’s not your fault,” he said, his voice filled with a fierce, quiet determination. 

But you couldn’t bear to look at him. “But it is,” you choked out, pulling back, the weight of guilt pressing down on you. “I couldn’t do the one thing I was supposed to do. I couldn’t give us a baby.” Your voice broke, and the words spilled out, raw and painful. You turned away from his reach, feeling a need to retreat, to let the numbness consume you. “I’m… I’m going to bed,” you murmured, barely recognising your own voice.

“Y/N…” Nanami called out, walking towards you.

“Please.” You cried out, “I need to be alone right now.”

———

The next few days were a blur. People came by, offering condolences, leaving flowers, cards, and soft words meant to soothe. But none of it reached you. Nothing could fill the empty hole in your heart. You felt as if you’d never be whole again, as if nothing could bring colour back into your world.

“She hasn’t left the bedroom in three days,” Nanami said quietly in the kitchen, his voice heavy with worry. His gaze lingered on the closed door of your bedroom. “There’s nothing I can say or do to get her out.”

Gojo, Geto, Shoko, and Utahime exchanged worried glances from where they sat in the living room, concern etched deeply on their faces. After a moment, Utahime took a breath and nodded, determination sparking in her eyes. “Let us try,” she said, standing up and urging Shoko to follow her.

They approached your bedroom door, knocking softly before opening it just a crack. Inside, they found you lying motionless on the bed, staring blankly into the dim shadows. You hadn’t touched your phone, hadn’t moved much at all. Even the warmth of your blankets felt oppressive, weighing you down like a heavy fog.

“Can we come in?” Utahime asked gently, her voice a soft, steady presence.

You didn’t respond, and the silence stretched on, but they took it as permission, quietly entering and sitting down on either side of the bed. Shoko rested a comforting hand on your shoulder, while Utahime sat beside you, a silent, patient presence.

“Everyone’s really worried about you,” Shoko murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to go through this alone, you know.”

You swallowed, throat tight, their words stirring something deep within you—a tangled knot of grief and shame. “I just… I don’t know how to get past this,” you admitted, your voice hoarse.

Utahime’s expression softened as she reached over, taking your hand in hers. “No one’s expecting you to be ‘over it,’” she said gently. “But shutting us out, pushing everyone away… it’s only going to make it harder.”

The weight of her words pressed on you, but you shook your head slowly, retreating further into yourself. “I’m sorry… I just can’t.”

Seeing your hesitation, Shoko and Utahime exchanged a glance. They gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, a reminder of their presence, and eventually retreated, leaving you alone in the quiet.

Later, Gojo and Geto took their turn, determined to draw you out of the darkness that had swallowed you. They knocked lightly and entered, each trying to bring a sense of comfort and normalcy with them. Gojo made a few jokes, his tone soft but hopeful, while Geto spoke quietly, sharing small memories and moments that they thought might bring you some solace.

But no matter what they tried, you remained closed off, your eyes fixed on the floor, barely responding. Nothing they said seemed to reach you, as if you were wrapped in an impenetrable cocoon of sorrow.

Finally, Gojo sighed, his usual confidence softened by helplessness. “We’re here whenever you’re ready,” he said gently, his eyes searching your face. “Just… don’t shut us out forever, alright?”

You didn’t respond, but his words echoed in the silence as they quietly left, the room growing colder and quieter in their absence.

———

A few days later, Nanami sat across from you in the quiet of the living room, his formal suit neatly pressed, though his face was creased with hesitation. He had been invited to a gala event for his company, but he seemed reluctant to leave, his gaze drifting back to you, worry etched in his eyes.

“I don’t have to go,” he said softly, his hand resting on yours. “I can stay here with you.”

“No, please go.” You smile faintly, touching his hand. 

He stared at you for a while, trying to make out what you were thinking. “Fine. But text me throughout the night, so I know you’re okay.” He stood up trying to find his tie. 

You managed a faint nod, only half hearing him. Your eyes had caught on something across the room—the Tiffany baby rattle, resting on a shelf. The very one Nanami had surprised you with all those weeks ago. It was a quiet symbol of a future you’d both dreamed of, a future that felt so close, once.

Your chest tightened as you stared at the toy, a flood of emotions rushing in—grief, yes, but something else as well. A part of you ached to hold onto the sorrow, to stay hidden away from the world. But looking at the tiny rattle, you felt an unexpected warmth stir within you. The memory of that hope, that dream, wasn’t gone. It wasn’t erased.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your grief soften, just enough for you to breathe without it pressing down on you. And as you exhaled, something inside you whispered that maybe it was time to step forward, even if it felt impossible. You weren’t ready to let go completely, but you could try to live with the memory, rather than solely in the grief of it.

As you peered over at Nanami who had changed into his white shirt and was standing opposite a mirror, tying his tie. You couldn’t help but feel a surge of love and affection. He was your husband, for better or for worse. 

“I think…” you began, surprising even yourself with the words. You looked up at Nanami, who was watching you with a mix of worry and gentle encouragement. “I think I want to go with you.”

He blinked, clearly taken aback, but a small, hopeful smile spread across his face. “Are you sure?”

You nodded, a tiny, tentative smile pulling at your lips. “I don’t want to be alone tonight. I… I think I need to try.”

Nanami’s relief was palpable as he took your hand, squeezing it warmly. Without another word, he guided you to your room, gently setting out a gown you’d worn before—a piece that made you feel elegant, strong. You took your time, steadying yourself as you got ready, every small step a quiet victory.

By the time you emerged, Nanami’s smile had widened, his pride evident as he took in the sight of you. He offered you his arm, and you took it, feeling a newfound strength, a fragile but determined spark within you.

As you left together, you felt, for the first time, a sliver of hope breaking through the clouds.

[spicyclover]

Cutting through my broken heart

Summary: You and Pierre are living together after his apartment got flooded. He thought he knew you very much until he discovered something horrible.

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Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

WARNING: mention of suicide, mention cuts, blood and blades. Dramatic backstory. 

If you need help, please go TALK to someone, anyone! It’s the first step to getting better, I promised you. I send unconditional LOVE and POSITIVE thoughts to everyone struggling with difficult times. You are NOT alone!

Pierre’s apartment seeped with water, which caused a lot of damage to the ceilings, the ground and the structure of the building. As a result, he was forced to evacuate his home and seek refuge while renovations were being carried out.

Fortunately, his childhood best friend lives only a few steps away from his home, and he was able to move in with her without a problem. Her apartment is much smaller than his, but he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t want to go to a hotel anyway.

The weeks of cohabitation went relatively well. He follows her off-season training, and she continues her art study classes.

Pierre always found her super exciting and passionate. As soon as she talks about art, she gets lost in her universe, which drives him crazy. To see her eyes light up when she speaks of Monet, Salvador's Dalí, Van Gogh or Rembrandt.

Or when she forces him to come with him to exhibitions. He loves museums but to the point of spending all his Sunday afternoons doing that... Yet, for her, he does.

It’s crazy that when he thinks about it. He never notices her distress.

He never noticed that she never wore a short-sleeved shirt, always long sleeves. He never noticed how little her appetite was. He never saw the nasty look of her classmates whenever he came to pick her up. 

The handkerchiefs of blood are in the bathroom bin. The razor blade was placed prominently in the pharmacy box, the many stained sweaters. Tears and especially suffering in her eyes.

She can’t remember when she started... it was in the early years of college. The long hours of work, the hatred of her comrades, and the quarrel with her parents, she no longer what triggered this vicious circle.

If found her one day, barely alive, on the bathroom floor. The blood flowed from her handles in abundance, and, as always, she waited for the pain to pass. Only that day, the pain was too present and painful to replace.

He called her name, but she was barely conscious. He took her in his arms, screaming for help. It was the next-door neighbour who called the fire department after she stormed into the bathroom. Peter’s cheeks were filled with tears, and he could not do anything else.

“Why, Stella, why?” He whispers in her ear, kissing her temple. 

“It’s... it’s... it’s okay,” she responds, barely aware. 

“Don’t leave me...” Those were the last word she heard from him before being taken by the ambulance. 

Several months passed, and Stella always refused Pierre to come and visit her and she did not want to see his gaze lost in misunderstanding and love. Despite all her love for him, Pierre has never been a consistent person in her life. Always part of the four corners of the world, he doesn’t have time to constantly check-in.

During the long months of her convalescence, she spent them with her parents in the south of France. Far from Milan, far from her comrades and especially far from him. She will never confess to him, but that evening, she was in this state partly because of him. An umpteenth rumour and an umpteenth photo of Pierre in the arms of a pretty girl were overcome by her fragile mental health.

“Falling for him wasn’t falling at all. It was walking into a house and suddenly knowing you’re home.” She adds to her speech.

The psychologist nods his head, writing carefully in his notebook. 

This is undoubtedly the eleventh session they spend on Pierre, and this is the first time she allows herself to speak of him as someone she loves. A true love.

“Could you think of seeing him again?” Ask the doctor carefully.

“I wish I could explain to him how he makes me feel, and I guess the closest I can get to it would be to say that; he makes me feel good while, at the same time, breaking my heart.” 

After that session, she thought long and hard about picking up her phone and dialling his number, but she felt like she was taking several steps back if she made that decision. So she didn’t. She never called him or answered the thousands of messages he left her.

Pierre spent the last few months trying to find out where Stella was, but no one in her family answered him, leaving him in a cloud of gray. He returned several to the apartment, hoping to see her sitting in front of her painting. Yet every time he walked through that door. It was the cold and the silence that they welcomed him as an old friend.

He finally tidied up his things and went back to pursue his dream, bringing with him a little piece of her. An old sweater, too oversized, from Milan college that still smells like her. She wore it all the time when they were living together, and it was her favourite. 

He once asks her about it, and she only responds, “Every time I wear it, I think of you. For me, Pierre, you are Milan.”

He didn’t respond anything, just looked at her watching some fireworks. That’s when he knew he loved her. 

It’s a May afternoon, and she decided to take a few days off from the family home to watch the boats on the port of Monaco. Hundreds of Yachts turn between them and around the dock while waiting to return, a truly magnificent spectacle. The city is preparing to receive the Grand Prix next week, so hundreds of people are already present. She didn’t think about this event coming here, which made her sad.

Thought of the Grand Prize comes to the thought of Pierre, yet no negative thought tarnishes her day. It was only when walking back to the car that her heart stopped.

There he is, a few meters from her, next to his car, talking with his friends.

Her heart stops, and her head goes crazy. Unable to move, it is only when Pierre looks at her that she finds the use of her legs. She flees through the harbour to find a place to hide forever.

Pierre’s heart is racing, and he does not hesitate a single blow before running after her. She is there in the flesh. Skin more radiant than ever, hair more voluminous than ever, and especially a beautiful strapless dress.

They run around, passing tourists and locals, him shouting her name.

He eventually caught her at the end of a pontoon. Unable to escape further, she was trapped.

“You’re not gonna jump, are you?” He asks in a humorous tone before he safely advances to her.

“Am thinking about it.”

“I’ve missed you.”

“No...”

“Yes, every day since that day, I think of you. I dream of you.”

“Stop...”

“Je t’aime, Stella.” He says while stroking her cheeks. “Every day... I’ve tried so hard to come to see you, but they never let me in.”

“I know... I ask them to.” 

“What? Why?” He asks, confused. 

“Meeting you, Pierre, was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favourite.” Says Stella taking a deep breath. “Since the day we met at this primary school, I loved you. You are my first love, Pierre. And I can’t bear that I’ll never be the one for you. You have so many pretty girls around you every time, and I’ll never be like them. I’ll never be popular. I’ll never be prettier or funnier than hers. And I can’t go back to where I was. I need to move on, Pierre. I need to...”

“Stella! Stella! Stella,” he shouts, taking her chin up.

“What?”

“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have, but we can be together until you are better. You need to be strong and brave. I can’t be the one helping you ‘cause I'll lose the sense of everything. You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars, Stella.” Tears in his eyes while looking at her tears.

“No, we can’t be together. No now. No, never.”

“I...”

“Je t’aime Pierre, mais j’ai trop travaillé pour que tu me brises le coeur une nouvelle fois. Je ne peux pas le prendre. J’ai besoin de quelqu’un de présent et d’attentif, de patient et de fidèle...” She adds taking his hands off. “We are endgame. Goodbye Pierre, maybe in another life.”

“Stell...” 

This time he didn’t go after her. He watched her walk away. Tears always run down her cheeks, but he knows he can’t do that to her, not after what she’s been through. He has to let her go even if his heart is broken, even if she took a piece of his heart with him. 

‘Only knew he loved her when he let her go.

And he let her go.’ Let her go, Passenger.

[urg1rlfri3nd]

Aaron Z x Pregnant s/o hcs

First of all, how Z found out you were pregnant:

Aaron Z walked into your place after rehearsal. 

"Babe, I'm here," Z announced.

You came from the bathroom and looked kind of guilty.

"H-hey, baby. How was it?" You asked, trying to set him at ease with questions.

"Good. All the same." Z looked at you and noticed that you were hiding something behind your back. "What's that?"

You jumped a little bit and tried to figure out what to say. "Um…I'll tell you b-but...how about you sit down first?" 

Z looked at you confused. "Okay? Is somethin' wrong?" Z asked as he sat down on the couch. 

You stood in front of him. "Listen, you know how we did it the other day but we couldn't go to the pharmacy 'cause it was closed, so I had to go another day?"

Z automatically felt worried and got flustered. "Y-yeah?"

"W-well, I went today and got some pills but I also bought somethin' else just to check," You mentioned.

"W-what is it?" Z asked.

You took a deep breath and showed Z a positive pregnancy test. "I'm…pregnant."

Z grew silent. He stared into the abyss and you grew worried. 

"Z, baby, are you alright?" You asked while shaking him a little bit.

Z finally snapped out of it and looked at you. "Pregnant? Y-you can't be pregnant, how're we gonna have a baby right now? Are you sure it's right?"

You nodded your head. "I took more than one." You sat down beside him. "We're gonna have a baby."

Z didn't know what to do or say. You two kinda just sat there in silence for a minute.

You finally broke the silence and sighed. "Babe, look, I know this is a lot since you have your career and band stuff to do…so if you wanna break up with me, you can. I won't judge," You said with disappointment.

Z was in fact terrified and didn't know what do, but as soon as he heard those words from you, he knew exactly what he wanted.

Z took your hand and held it, causing you a bit of shock. "Y/n, I know we didn't want any kids right now, and though I'm scared, I'm not gonna leave you."

You looked at Z and saw that he was about to cry. Even though he was terrified himself, he made sure that you knew that you weren't alone. That made you sure that he would be a good father. 

"Thanks, baby." You looked at the pregnancy test again. "A baby, huh? That's gonna change everything."

Z sniffled. "Yeah, but I'll make sure you're not alone. Promise."

Now onto the general headcanons:

After Z found out that you were pregnant, he was super protective of you. Z moved in with you some time after the day he found out about the pregnancy. 

He isn't letting you move around a lot, he makes sure that you ate, and he is always by you whenever he could be. 

Since Z has rehearsals and stuff to do with the band, you're often left alone at home which isn't a problem since you're used to it by now. 

Z makes sure to call or message you when he's on tour or out of town. 

Z will be worrying a lot about you and the baby's wellfare. The other members are a witness to this.

Speaking of the other members, they knew that you and Z were dating but they didn't know that you were pregnant. 

It took a lot of courage for you and Z to tell them but you guys did. They were very supportive and congratulated you both. The manager, however, was a bit disappointed because how was Z supposed to take care of a baby while on tour or busy with rehearsals? But the manager was supportive overall since babies weren't in the contract.

Since you are pregnant, Z will do anything to make sure that you are satisfied. 

Want to eat a specific food? He'll make it.

Want to watch a specific movie? He'll buy it for you.

Anything to make sure that you're okay and happy. Even if his wallet suffers from it.

Since you have pregnancy symptoms, Z learns how to deal with you. 

For example: one time you and Z were home together eating dinner. You were eating your fries and kept putting salt on them.

"Uh, babe, don't you think that's enough salt?" Z questioned.

"Why? It's my food so I can put as much salt as I want on there. Is there a problem?" You gave Z a death glare and he immediately knew how to answer.

"N-no."

After that he made sure never to question you and your food choices. 

Overall, Z is a great boyfriend to you while you're pregnant. Mostly because he loves you and got help from Jesse since he's a father of two.

On the day you went into labor, Z rushed to the hospital to be with you.  

Once he saw you on the hospital bed, he immediately gave you a hug. 

Z was disappointed for not being there for you when you went into labor but you were glad that he was there now.

You guys had a girl.

The second he held his daughter he broke into tears. Z knew at that moment that he would do whatever it took to protect you and his little one.

[ermora]

Hey all, so this will be a bit of a different of Ardyn x reader post as it has the reader with something called PCOS (short for polycystic ovarian syndrome) so some parts of this may be very dark because any woman who as this handles it differently. As someone who has this, I’m quite comfortable with how I am writing the readers perspective, also I have put some unfortunate happenings I’ve encountered into this one. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and again Ardyn might be OOC.

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You let out a deep sigh as you walked through the park trying to pick up your mood a little bit as you were having a rougher day today and felt like nothing had gone right today. You had woken up to take your medicine as per your normal routine, only to find that you were out of the one that you needed, it was no big deal though as you were going to see your specialist the morning and you could always get another pen from her to do your injection later on. You had gone to your appointment and upon getting weighed, you heard two of the nurses whispering behind your back. You tried to shake the feeling that it was about you but your fears only grew as the one nurse took you to the one room with an office desk in it without a smile. She had you take a seat and you sat down feeling your fear becoming worse and worse until the specialist came in and sat down across the desk. She proceeded to tell you that she was changing up your medication because you had gone up in weight recently instead of losing weight like she wanted you to. You internally flinched as she pointed out how you were overweight according to the BMI scale not bothering to take into consideration any muscle you have gained through your training recently. She then proceeded to give you a prescription for a new shot to take while taking the pills you were on and you were at a loss for words as she said that she noticed how you were beginning to get rounder again. You left the facility with a strong face but ended up breaking down when going towards the pharmacy, it wasn’t your fault that you had PCOS and struggled with your weight and insulin levels. Whats worse is that if this new medicine doesn’t work, you’ll be put onto a plain salad diet to control your weight, which would work in the short term but would cause horrible side effects. You shuddered at the thought as you only lost so much weight so fast because you literally ae only an apple a day for a few months and your friends were horrified when they discovered what you had done after they saw you pass out at work. It had taken them a few more months to get you to eat even a decent portion again and have kept a close eye on you ever since. You of course gained some weight back and your friends noted that you didn’t look so pale and close to death, this has displeased your specialist though who would love to see you at the BMI scales idea of your ideal weight.

“Hello there my little bird, fancy meeting you here” a voice suddenly greeted from in front of you, interrupting your thoughts, you looked up and saw Ardyn there.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” you asked in a quiet and colder tone than you intended, Ardyn looked a little surprised as you don’t normlly act so cold towards people, let alone him.

“Why yes but I thought I’d ke a quick break to check up on you as one of your friends mentioned that you went to see your specialist today and I believe it was er fault you ended up in quite a mess a couple of months ago” Ardyn replied. You sighed heavily and didn’t like how he knew so much about your medical history, yes, it was good that he knew about your PCOS since you two were dating but you hated how he knew what you had done to yourself in order to lose weight.

“Thanks but I’d rather be left alone right now as… it didn’t go well” you admitted, Ardyn took a deep breath.

“You know I won’t leave you be until I know whats going on (Y/N) so just tell me what it was that was said to you before I march into the specialists office and use my position to demand information from your specialist. Which I would like to avoid doing being I dislike your so called ‘specialist’ as I feel like she’s an idiot” Ardyn stated. You felt tears beginning to well up in your eyes and silently cursed how PCOS can make you way more emotional than you ever want to be.

“Just drop it okay? I really can’t deal with this right now” you mumbled, Ardyn didn’t bother to back away though and he closed the gap quickly before pulling you into his strong, warm, comforting embrace.

“You know I won’t do that, not when you need someone now more than ever it seems” Ardyn mumbled into your ear, you wanted to protest and put him away, you didn’t deserve to have Ardyn as your boyfriend. You began to mentally shut down now due to all the emotions beginning to bubble to the surface, you hated how you were always on the bigger side and your PCOS only makes it worse along with the depression and anxiety.

“Please Ardyn… I don’t want to be here” you quietly said, feeling like you were making a scene in front of an audience when you knew that no one was really paying attention. Ardyn said nothing as he released you and picked you up bridal sytle with what seemed like ease and you silently began to wonder if Ardyn was hurt trying to lift you up. He began to carry you away though and you buried your face into his dark coat, his smell was a smokey smell that reminded you of a campfire when you go out camping. The smell began to calm you down and you soon heard a door open, you unburied your face and realized that you were in someone’s living room.

“This is my place away from the palace as I don’t really care to stay within a castles walls any longer than I have to, now take a moment to yourself as I go grab you some water before you tell me what happened” Ardyn noted as he put you down onto a very comfortable, red couch. You sat there in a bit of shock and were trying to figure out how fast Ardyn had walked or how he had opened the door while carrying you as it didn’t feel like it had been very long. Ardyn came over a few moments later with what looked like a silver goblet fit for nobility, he handed it to you and you gently took it from him and sipped out of it.

“Thanks Ardyn” you thanked, Ardyn sat down beside you and studied you closely.

“You are most welcome my little bird… now, what did your specialist say?” Ardyn asked in a more serious tone, you sighed.

“She’s changing up my medicine for my PCOS because I’ve gained weight again and according to the BMI scale I’m now considered overweight again. Hell, she even said that she’s noticed me getting rounder too” you replied, anger flared up in Ardyn’s eyes and he frowned.

“How can she say such a thing when she saw you lose weight so fast after eating only an apple a day for a few months? Is she truly that stupid as to think that everyone has the same body type?!” Ardyn snapped in a very low, dangerous and angry tone.

“I don’t know… maybe she’s right though… I have been getting a little bit rounder lately” you mumbled, hating how no matter what, you hated looking into a mirror since your body isn’t like some of the others.

“Enough, I will not have you say such false things as a persons outwards appearance is only temporary, you deserve to be happy in your body and I hate seeing you like this” Ardyn stated in a sharp tone that you’ve never heard him use before.

“Ardyn…” you start but decide to fall silent as his amber eyes were full of silent rage.

“Listen my precious starlight, I think you’re perfect the way you are so don’t you dare think about starting up another diet or listen to that woman as the BMI scale is absolute garbage and believe me when I say that I’ll be having that woman’s job for this” Ardyn spat.

“Ardyn, she has to be able to make a living somehow” you protested, knowing that while he was right, you didn’t want to imagine someone like your specialist having a family and being unable to provide for them.

“I appreciate your gentle heart but this cannot be left alone (Y/N) so I’ll be banning her from working as a specialist in the city but no where else” Ardyn said. You relaxed a little bit knowing that even though she’ll lose her rights to be a specialist that she’ll at least have a way of still being able to get a job to provide for her family.

“That makes me feel a little bit better” you admitted, Ardyn took a deep breath to calm himself down before he pulled you into his embrace on the couch.

“Good because no matter what, I want to be able to help you in any way I can since you’re my ray of sunshine in this messed up world” Ardyn noted, you fell silent and quietly sat there with Ardyn. Taking in the comfort of his warmth and love for you, you leaned into Ardyn and he tightened is hold on you. You knew that he’d everntually have to go back to work, but for now, you were happy and content to just be here with Ardyn without a care about the world outside.

[holychocopie]

Patch him up

Romeo, Save Me collab with @bakuroo-writings for White Day

Fushiguro Toji x F!Reader

Summary: Toji comes knocking at your door in the middle of the night, he needs to be patched up. It's turning into a bad habit but you can't deny him: you're weak for this man, and you caught feelings.

Author’s notes: Hi friends! Here’s my contribution to @Bakuroo-writings ‘s Romeo, Save Me is a Damsel (Damoiseau) in Distress collab. I tried to not be too out of character with Toji, I hope you enjoy! Please reblog to share the love, it helps a lot! xx

Warnings: F!reader, slightly tsundere reader, swearing and some crude words because it’s Toji, blood and injuries, mentions of medicine and needles, mostly SFW but mentions of sex + sorta classic tragedy feels. Proof-read by me, at 2am, so probs a few typos left, sorry 🙇‍♀️

Minors please do not interact.

Word count: 5281 (I know… it’s long again, sorry)

Thoughts and highlights in italics. Texts in bold.

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It was very late that night – or maybe very early in the morning – when you heard loud poundings against the door downstairs. In the midst of your upside-down dreams full of zombie dogs and creepy people walking through walls, your brain first thought that the banging was part of the soundtrack of that crazy night fiction. It did take a long minute for you to realise that there was an actual someone at your door. So, you got out of bed, put on some sweatpants, pocketed your phone in case you’d need to call the cops, and shuffled out of your room, then down the stairs.

You were leaving on top of your parents’ pharmacy; it was an exchange of courtesies. You were a broke med student, and they had some dodgy people trying to break in at night a few times over the past year, only chased away by the sound of the alarm system. So, you agreed to move in there and make the place look “alive” until late at night, and in exchange they wouldn’t charge you a dime for rent, power, water or internet. Extra bonus: it wasn’t far from your campus!

So far, over the six months that you had been living there, you’d had to get out of bed in the middle of the night only twice. Once for a junkie trying to get in, whom you had frightened away by showing up behind the window-door, wielding a baseball bat. And the second time, for your bloodied neighbour, Fushiguro Toji, in dire need of a nurse to patch him up. You hadn’t asked any questions, you knew if he wanted a doctor he could have just gone to the hospital instead. Plus, it was nothing serious, so you had been able to patch him up on your own easily.

You really hoped it was him this time again, ‘cause you couldn’t be fucked dealing with a random junkie again. Although, you also hoped that if it was him, he would be injured again…

On your way to the back door, you grabbed the bat because ‘you never know’, right?!

“Yeah, yeah, stop knocking already, I’m not deaf, alright?!” you grumbled loudly, although you doubted whoever was knocking at your door could hear you above the noise they were making.

You unlocked the door but kept the safety chain on, then turned the outside light on, so you could check the identity of your unwanted guest.

“Turn the damn light off,” the familiar deep voice growled as he pushed the door roughly enough for the chain to crack and break.

“Please, come in,” you said, sarcasm coating your words, yet turning off the back door’s light off, as you were told.

While closing the door behind him, you absentmindedly wondered if the chain was just poorly made, or if the man himself was simply too damn strong.

“What the fuck do you want, Toji? It’s past 3am, you know…” you asked, trying to sound annoyed while truly you were (a bit too) happy to see him again.

“Yeah, I know, brat. What are you, the universal clock or something?” he answered with a mocking smirk.

You noticed immediately that something was off with his voice… Other than the fact that he was keeping his voice down, he sorts of sounded out of breath or something. But you decided to give him a bit of a hard time anyway, because he always ever came to you when he needed you, and you were kind of done with his attitude overall.

“I need a service,” he added. “Can you patch me up?”

“Just go to a damn hospital, for fuck’s sake! I’m not your personal nurse, alright!” you answered, really annoyed with his cowboy-like manners.

“Come on, ain’t neighbours supposed to help one another? I happen to need your help right now… Badly…”

Somehow his voice died down as he hissed in pain, holding himself to a shelf. Your instinct kicked in immediately and you came closer to him to catch him up. As soon as you were in his arm-reach, Toji’s free hand clasped onto your shoulder for support. He still stumbled a bit, and you reached for his centre of gravity, to try and keep him steady. But when your hands touched his body, you felt the familiar thick, warm liquid stick to your palms and fingers. The blood was soaking through his t-shirt and hoodie. You gasped as you could only guess how much of it he had lost already. The cogs in your brain switched you on doctor-mode, and you already knew the best course of action: lay him down in recovery position, find a thick cloth to pressure the wound and limit the blood loss, call for help…

But Toji wouldn’t give you the luxury to get him down gently: his legs gave away under him and you struggled under his weight, both arms wrapped around his torso to try and hold him up. The man was tall – an absolute hunk – so your smaller frame couldn’t really do much to keep him standing. As he pulled you down in his fall, Toji still managed to land on his side, dampening the shock, his large hand protecting the side of your head so you wouldn’t break your skull on the tiled floor of the storage room of your family’s pharmacy. The only thing that stopped the shelf he was holding onto to fall on top of the both of you, was that it was screwed to the wall in case of earthquakes, and a part of you silently thanked your father for being so diligent.

“Sorry,” Toji mumbled, now barely conscious.

“Hey, stay with me!” you exclaimed as you sat up, quickly pulling your phone from your pocket. “I’m calling an ambulance!”

“No…”

“You need proper medical attention! Don’t argue with me!”

“If you call, they’ll come for you too…”

“They?!” you exclaimed, slightly panicking, frantically searching for something to press against his wound. “Who’s ‘they’? Oi! Toji!”

But the man had just passed out.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” you mumbled to yourself as you hurriedly stood up to turn on a small desk light that you put on the floor beside your patient.

Since you couldn’t call the emergency services, you had no choice but to do your absolute best to keep Toji alive, by yourself. You grabbed a medical kit before kneeling beside him again. You removed your top, sacrificing your favourite Harry Potter t-shirt to save the bastard’s life, pushing the piece of clothing onto his injured flank.

With your free hand, you unzipped his hoodie, then searched through the kit for a pair of scissors, which you used to cut through his tee. You peaked at the wound: it looked like his left side had been neatly slashed. The blood wasn’t gushing out, more like flowing out gently, which was a good sign. It seemed unlikely that any artery or organ was touched, but of course you couldn’t be 100% sure with the poor lighting and without actual imagery material. You were only in your fourth year of med school and you definitely didn’t have enough practice to analyse an injury at first glance… But you had enough knowledge to stop the bleeding and patch him up!

So, you did your best. But by the time you were done cleaning and dressing the wound, you found him very pale. Checking for his heartbeat and blood pressure, you figured that they were both pretty low: he had definitely lost a lot of blood and would need a transfusion… Toji was in luck, because you happened to have a bit of blood to spare.

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A good couple of hours later, the adrenaline was finally leaving your system, and exhaustion started kicking in. But you couldn’t just let yourself fall asleep; you had to keep watch and make sure your patient was holding up.

You had put your dirty medical stuff away for sanitising, thrown away the used gauze, gloves, needles and transfusion kit – as well as your now dead tshirt – and you had cleaned as much of the blood on the floor as possible. With Toji spread across your storage room, unconscious, it had been a hard task. You had also wrapped the man up in a space blanket to keep him warm, making him look like a giant takeaway burrito, and put a couple of folded towels under his head as a make-do pillow.

You were sitting not far from him, with your back against the wall, playing mindlessly with the dead skin around your nails; you had thoroughly scrubbed your hands a few times already, but the blood had stained a bit in some spots. You had used gloves of course, but because you had already come in contact with his blood, then put on the gloves without washing your hands because of the urgent situation, it had dried and imprinted in the dried skin. Gross… you thought. That’s why I want to be a GP, and not a surgeon...

In the silence of the room, Toji’s sudden muffled groan just about made you jump out of your skin. Now wide awake and alert, eyes dashing to the patient lying down a couple of metres away, you warned him:

“Don’t move, you idiot.”

But of course, he wouldn’t listen. Toji pulled an arm out of the burrito wrapping then passed a hand over his sweaty face. You got up and fetched one of the clean towels that you had brought down from your bathroom while he was resting. You kneeled beside him again and gently wipe his forehead and neck, relieved that he had warmed up enough to sweat a bit; before, his temperature was on the lower side because of the blood loss.

“So, you did patch me up,” he whispered in a hoarse voice.

“It wasn’t easy since you lost so much blood. You’re lucky the damage wasn’t too bad in the end, or you would have died since I’m not equipped for life-saving emergencies.”

You reached for your stethoscope and checked his heartbeat and blood pressure, then with a small light you inspected his eyes for pupillary reflexes. If you hadn’t fixed the motherfucker yourself, you wouldn’t believe that there was anything wrong at all. Everything seemed already back to normal… You frowned. This guy really is something!

“How long have I been out?” he asked.

“Just about three hours.”

“How did you do it? I was pissing blood, I half expected to die. Do you keep packs of O-negative in your fridge or somethin’?”

He was joking, but you didn’t laugh.

“I’m O-negative.”

The expression on his face changed as he seemed to realise the extent of what you just said… You literally gave a bit of yourself to save his ass. From his perspective, that meant a lot: no one had ever gone that far for him. Ever. But he would be damned if he mentioned that to you… So instead, he just kept on joking.

“I’ll keep note of that for next time.”

“Please don’t. I don’t intend on becoming your personal blood bank. Don’t make a habit of turning up here all beat-up, please.”

He chuckled at your annoyed expression.

“You know what they say: ‘all good things come in three.’”

“Don’t be too smug, I might just let you bleed out on my doorstep next time,” you answered grumpily.

“So, mean…” he said with a small pout, mocking hurt.

“If I was, I wouldn’t have taken care of your sorry ass twice already!”

“I took care of your ass too,” he smirked.

Offended, you punched his shoulder straight away, only to yelp as your knuckles hit what felt like a wall of brick.

“What the fuck! What are you made of? Concrete?” you exclaimed, rubbing your sore hand.

“You just hurt me and you’re the one complaining?”

“Like hell I hurt you! I just about broke my hand!”

He laughed, and you couldn’t help but cracked a tiny smile. There was something endearing about Toji whenever he genuinely laughed and bantered with you. He was a handsome and charismatic man, and the permanent darkness that seemed to surround him really added to his charm. But you were absolutely weak for his cheeky grins and loud laughter.

He was your neighbour – and yes you had saved his life twice and shagged once – but you actually crossed path with him on a regular basis too. First, because he somehow seemed to always be in need of bandages and painkillers, but also because you were buying your groceries from the same konbini, taking the bus and train from the same stations, walking in the same park… So, as you got more and more acquainted, you came to know a bit more about him each time you met. And somehow, you had a feeling that he wouldn’t smile and laugh so heartily very often. So you kind of felt a little bit special everytime he did in front of you.

“My whole body hurts, you know,” he said, his smug smirk back on. “Even my dick… You should kiss it better.”

And here he goes, happily stomping over whatever romantic thoughts I was starting to have… you thought, shaking your head at his lewd invitation.

“I’m not that kind of doctor, but I can easily punch it better if you want. I’m pretty sure you are just as weak as any man down there.”

“You and I obviously remember our ass-on-desk session very differently. From memory, you kept loudly moaning how good my thick hard cock felt while I was railing you…”

You blushed madly, not even trying to deny anything. And he laughed again.

“You’re so bitchy.”

“And you’re a cunt,” you talked back as you stood up to go get the bottle of water you had brought down earlier.

Toji tried to move again, wincing in pain.

“Don’t fucking move!”

“So what? You want me to stay lying on the floor of your storage room?” he complained, yet lying back down obediently.

“Yes. Hence why the pillow and blanket. At least until you’ve rested enough.”

You sat down beside him and handed him the water, and a few painkiller pills. He took the items that you handed him, but ignored them and asked:

“Why so bitter? You hate me that much or somethin’?”

If you didn’t know better, you’d say it nearly sounded like he was hurt (?). You sighed and answered:

“I guess waking up alone last time after you had your way with me, a bunch of crumpled 10,000¥ notes stuffed in my hand like I’m some cheap whore, won’t incline me to show too much sympathy.”

“The money was for the care,” he stated, and you could nearly hear the silent ‘duh!’ at the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, thanks, I have enough common sense to have figured that much out. Still, doesn’t trump the feeling of having been used like a prostitute.”

“Not a cheap one though, with all the cash I left.”

He smirked.

“I’m definitely gonna punch you, even if I have to break my hand in the process.”

He chuckled, and you only got more frustrated by his attitude.

Toji eventually chucked down the pills and emptied the bottle of water in a few gulps. You started chewing at your bottom lips nervously when your eyes caught the sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing. He angered you so much, and yet turned you on so easily! You redirected your frustration at yourself; how could you be so weak…?

Toji looked at you as he put down the bottle on the other side of him; he was very aware of the effect he had on you. He had to be aware, there was no way your very obvious embarrassment would go unnoticed. He was a very sharp man, always prompt at picking up details, that much you knew… You only had sex once – well, like half a dozen time in one night but that’s a technicality – and he had quickly figured out what were your pleasure points, and what was the fastest way to make you come. So yeah, you had no doubt that he had noticed that, despite your general annoyance at the situation, your attraction for him was just as strong as always.

He patted the spot beside him, and said in a voice that didn’t leave room for argument:

“Come here.”

But you were up for a challenge, so you answered stubbornly.

“What for?”

“I’m cold. Keep me warm.”

“I’ll just get you another blanket.”

“Just come here.”

His tone was firm, but not mean nor threatening, and you found yourself caving in. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to be close to him anyway, so might as well just give him what he wanted… So, you lied down beside him, somehow comfortably snuggled against his right uninjured flank, your head resting on his chest as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Given how warm he felt, he was clearly full of shit when he said he was cold, but you already knew that.

After a moment of silence, he said:

“Thanks. For taking care of my sorry ass again.”

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled with exaggerated annoyance, yet touched by his genuine display of gratitude.

Another few minutes went by without any of you speaking, and you thought he might have fallen asleep. But then all of a sudden:

“Do people still go on dates nowadays?”

“What rock do you live under? Of course, yes, dating is still a thing.”

“Should I take you on one?”

Your heart missed a beat. You bit your lip again before answering.

“I’d rather not. I don’t want whoever did that to you to think that I’m linked to you in any way, shape or form.”

It was a sensible answer, but you knew it was also full of shit.

“Fair enough. So, should I just sneak in for a quick fuck again, then?”

You scoffed at his poor attempt at romantism, but since he wasn’t really the gentle type, you decided to settle for whatever demonstration of affection he had to offer.

“I guess you could bring some takeout…”

“Mexican?” he asked with a hint of… Was it excitement that you heard in his voice?!

You smiled to yourself.

“Italian.”

“Gotcha.”

Your heart was definitely beating a lot faster, because you were excited at the idea of seeing Toji again in a less dramatic context. You didn’t want to hope too much because you knew that he probably would never be the one to give you that house by the beach with six cats that you dreamt of – he didn’t seem to be much of a family person to be honest. But you had such a strong crush on him that you were happy to take him as he was, if he would let you have him.

Another few minutes passed by and this time, judging by his quiet breathing and the calm pace of his heartbeat, you knew he was asleep. Or not.

His next words made you jump.

“Wanna ride my cock now?”

“In the name of everything that is good and pure in this hell of a world, will you just sleep already?!” you exclaimed. “Get some rest so I can kick you out without feeling guilty!”

“I’d fall asleep faster if you’d fuck the pain away,” he answered.

“I’ll get the morphine and shoot you to sleep then,” you said, blasé.

But as you moved to get up and go for the potent drug, he flexed his muscles, tightening his embrace. His silent plea was heard, and you settled down again with a sigh. He didn’t want you to go, and you didn’t want to leave either. You were so weak for this man.

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Two weeks had passed since Toji had shown up at your door in the middle of the night, bloodied and in need of your help. Two weeks, since you woke up alone, on the floor of your parents’ storage room at the back of their pharmacy, tucked in the space blanket that you had used for Toji. Once again, you had found a bunch of notes in your hand, this time not crumpled but neatly folded – as if that would make you feel better! What did make you feel better however, was the post-it he had stuck on your forehead that said, ‘Thanks again hot-stuff, I’ll see you soon’, with his phone number on the back.

Two weeks had passed, yet when he texted you earlier that day, you immediately forgot about your annoyance. You just wanted to see him again.

Just finished a big job today, wanna celebrate with me?

You had to hold your horses so you wouldn’t rush it and answer straight away. Eventually, after five minutes, you had texted back:

Sure. Don’t forget the food.

Italian, yeah?

You had smiled; he remembered! That simple detail had you all happy for the first time since your years in high school, little butterflies and popping bubbles in your stomach, and all that jazz.

Yep.

Cool. You home right now?

Why?

Yes or no?

Yes. I am home.

Sweet. See you tonight hot-stuff.

That cryptic last text had you fidgeting, to the point that you had trouble focusing on your revisions. You really wanted to get some work done before your wild lover visited you, because you just knew that you would not get anything done while he’d be there.

You had kept on blushing, your head full of stupid and superficial thoughts. What should I wear? Does he like lingerie? Maybe we could go for a walk through the park, the night will be warm and the moon full… perfectly romantic! Or maybe we could just watch a movie while having dinner? I love having sex on the couch!

Your thoughts had been interrupted by your mom, half an hour later after Toji’s last text, calling for you from the pharmacy on the ground floor. There had been a delivery for you, and it had your mom and the couple of old ladies there for their refill gossip excitedly about your not-so-secret admirer. Indeed, a massive bouquet of 50 red roses had been brought for you by the local florist, and your heart just started pounded in your chest as loudly as Toji had, against your door, two weeks prior.

You didn’t even try to hide your smile as you reached for the flowers and breathed in the delicate scent of the luxurious gift.

There was a card attached to it: ‘I suck at stuff like that, but I know girls like flowers. I really wanna take you out tonight. Put on a cute dress.’ Stop making me fall for you, Fushiguro Toji! you had thought.

But that, was hours ago.

Sitting on your bed, you glanced at your clock, it was about 11pm. If Toji really wanted to take you out for dinner, he was definitely too late for that. All the restaurants would be closed by the time you hit town… Nothing was gonna happen tonight. Or maybe he had simply changed his mind and decided to stay home with you instead? You kept hoping he’d knock at your door anytime. You sighed, disappointment having progressively replaced your excitement as the evening had passed and the hands of your clock moved through the dial. It was time to give up.

You stood up and walked to your mirror so you could take one last look at your neatly arranged hair, your perfect makeup and your pretty dress. You had put in so much effort and care in making yourself cute and girly for him… what a waste.

After you put on your pyjama, you went to your kitchenette to cook some noodles, since you hadn’t had any dinner yet. You then tried to use the extra time to do some revisions, but you just couldn’t get any work done, so you ended up going to bed. It took a while for you to fall asleep, a nasty feeling of anxiety and fear clutching to your core. That lead to a bunch of terrible nightmares.

In the morning, you decided to text Toji. You wanted to sound annoyed, you wanted to put on a façade and show that you didn’t care. But you didn’t. You decided that maybe, if you showed that you cared, he’d would give you a truthful explanation as to why he didn’t show up last night.

Look, I’m not gonna lie, I’m mad. But I’m worried too. I hope that you simply changed your mind, and just didn’t wanna see me after all. But I have this nagging feeling…

Just text me back ‘cause I’d rather stay mad than be keep worrying.

But days passed. Weeks passed. And Toji never replied.

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Years had passed. Nine years exactly.

You walked into the emergency room, ready to start your shift. You grabbed a pad with a few admission sheets that the head-nurse had put together for you, while taking a sip of well-needed caffein from your keep-cup.

You never thought you’d become a surgeon. You used to hate the blood, and the panic that came with having to take the right decision in a matter of seconds in order to save lives. But here you were, a fully-fledged general surgeon, living on bad coffee and four-hour sleeps, like some adrenaline junkie.

You walked over to the small room where your first patient of the evening was waiting for you. A tall young man, all dressed in black, with thick, short white hair, round black shades and lanky legs, was standing there nonchalantly, his back against the door frame. Visibly in perfect health condition, he obviously wasn’t your patient. You ignored the charming smirk that spread across his lips as you passed him, and looked at the kid sitting on the bed, waiting for you.

“Hi…” you started, but your voice died down in your throat as you took in the sight of his raven hair, emerald irises, and grumpy expression.

With an experienced eye, you could tell that he was mostly okay, except for the few bruises along his jaw and on his left cheekbone. You had read the sheet on your way there: ‘Gojo Megumi. 14 years old. Abdominal pain, possible broken ribs.’ Though if he was in pain, he was doing a fantastic job at not showing it.

But what was really troubling you was the resemblance. Toji.

You’d lie if you said you hadn’t thought about the man in a while, because you thought of him nearly everyday. You sighed. Fushiguro Toji, the man that had you head over heels for him before mysteriously disappearing, was still holding a way to big portion of your heart, to the point that you were having trouble committing to a relationship. And seeing this kid, who was a carbon copy of him, just gave another jab at your wounded, weeping heart. It had been years, and now you had you house by the beach, and seven cats! But you still wished you knew about Toji’s whereabouts. If asked, you’d probably give back the house – but not the cats – in exchange for a reply to your last texts.

“You alright there?” the white-haired man enquired when your silence prolongated beyond what would be considered socially not weird.

You took a deep breath in before answering a bit coldly:

“Yes, thank you for your concern.”

You then examined your patient thoroughly. He was quiet, probably an introvert, maybe even quite shy. He let you do without complaining, and you did your best to put your tormented thoughts aside. The names didn’t match, after all. Besides, what would be the chances anyway?

“Where did you get those bruises?” you asked as you took some notes.

“I got into a fight at school.”

You took a look at him: his casual attitude and flat tone didn’t make it seem like he was lying. His school uniform was indeed crumpled and dirty, and his knuckles were bruised and a bit bloodied too. The white-haired man behind you, who was watching your every move silently, didn’t look like he took any damage, so it was unlikely that he was the one who had roughed up the kid. Yet, you had to do your job.

“Can you leave Gojo-kun and I alone for a short while, please? Patient-doctor privilege.”

“Sure!” he exclaimed happily, putting on a bright grin even though you could feel his eyes piercing through your skull, even with his shades on.

“Wait a minute! Gojo-sensei, did you write down my name as ‘Gojo’?”

For the first time, the black-haired kid showed some emotion: a deeply annoyed frown marked his young features as he glared at the older man.

“Yep! You’re my ward, after all!” the man answered with a pout.

How old is this man-child? you wondered, as you witnessed their interaction.

“Argh! Please, leave so we can get this done!” Megumi – since Gojo wasn’t his name – said with a I-am-so-done-with-your-antics kind of expression.

“Fine, fine!” the man – Gojo-sensei – chuckled with a shrug as he walked out.

Once he had left, you asked:

“So, do you often get into fights?” you asked as you gently padded his flanks.

“Yeah… But they deserve it.”

“How so?”

“They’re bullies. They reap what they sow.”

You nodded as if you were about to bless him with some old wisdom:

“But then, aren’t you becoming a bully too?”

“If that’s what it takes, I’m fine with it. Don’t worry, I pull my punches.”

You chuckled although you shouldn’t have. You checked his abdomen, and took some more notes.

“Well then, Megumi-kun, looks like you do have two broken ribs, and I think we’ll have to book you in for an appendectomy in the morning. But first, some X-rays just to confirm everything. I don’t think the appendicitis is related to your fight, it’s probably just bad timing. It’s easy surgery though, so don’t worry. It’ll likely heal faster than the ribs. You’ll have to be a good kid for a few weeks if you don’t want to come back with a punctured lung.”

“If that happens, you’ll just patch me up.”

You gulped, trying to ignore the feeling of unease that spread along your spine as those words left his mouth. You scribbled a few more things before you enquired:

“So, Gojo-sensei, is he your guardian?”

“Yeah… The most annoying guardian in the whole country if you want my opinion,” he sighed. “But it’s better than nothing I guess…”

His expression softened, and you smiled fondly. He only pretended to be annoyed… Somehow, that reminded you of yourself. He was a bit of a tsundere too; rough and grumpy on the outside, a softy at heart.

“Is he a good guardian? Does he do his job, and keep you safe and well-fed?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”

You chuckled again.

“Alright then. So, should I change the name on the sheet?”

“Yes, please. Fushiguro Megumi.”

You dropped your pen.

Time seemed to have frozen. Your heart stopped beating for what seemed like forever, before it started again, now pounding against your ribcage nearly painfully. Toji…

You didn’t notice that Gojo-sensei had come back. Neither did you notice when picked up your pen.

“You dropped this, doctor,” he said in a soft voice.

He had removed his shades, his impenetrable blue eyes reading your very soul. When you crossed his gaze, you just about stopped breathing. You gasped for air as if you were drowning right then and there. You grabbed the pen clumsily, nodded a silent thank you, and walked out on auto-pilot. Behind you, a confused Megumi asked:

“What’s wrong with her?”

“‘Dunno…”

You mindlessly gave your notes and instructions regarding Megumi’s treatment to the nurse, who immediately started organising for x-rays and the surgery. Meanwhile, you walked to the nurses’ room for a quick two-minute break. You needed it; you were in no condition to check on any patient right now. You were shaking.

You were used to horror. You saw it everyday at the hospital. Families torn apart, people being sick, injured, killed. They’d leave their house in the morning, never doubting they’d go home at the end of the day, only for life – or fate – to get in their way. I just like them, you hadn’t thought when waking up this morning, that fate would put Megumi on your path.

Fushiguro was definitely not a very common name. And Megumi surely looked a lot like Toji. What were the chances?! you thought again. Is it okay if I ask?you wondered. If the kid wasn’t his son, they were at least related somehow, for sure. They had to be… And you needed an answer.

I’ll ask!

Strong with your newfound determination, you walked out of the nurses’ room, only to bump straight into Gojo-sensei’s lanky figure. Was he waiting for you right outside the door or something?

“I was just gonna check on you, doctor. You had Megumi over there quite worried, you know,” he said with what was supposed to be a gentle voice.

You had a feeling that the man was probably very bad at showing empathy, as he sounded sort of fake. But his expression though, was that of awkwardness. He likely felt a bit uncomfortable with the whole situation too.

“S-Sorry,” you answered. “I—”

“He’s dead you know. His dad,” he said in a very casual tone that made you instantaneously sick. “About nine years ago.”

You blinked at the news. Your mouth went dry, your throat tightened, your mind blanked…

“I was there,” he added as he handed you an old Nokia flip phone.

The battery was dead, but you didn’t have to ask who the antiquity used to belong to. You just knew. Toji.

“He never got your texts.”

One single tear rolled down your cheek.

Now that you finally had your answer, you wished again that he had only changed his mind. That he had stood you up instead, because you would rather be mad at him, than him be dead. You remembered that dreadful feeling that had clung to you that night, and remained for weeks on.

‘All good things come in three,’ Toji had said. If you had been there that third time, maybe…

“I wonder… If I would have been able to patch him up again…” you wondered quietly, yet loud enough for Gojo-sensei to hear.

His tone was genuinely kind this time when he answered.

“Not this time.”

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Author’s notes: SORRRRYYYYYYYY 😅😭 I know! I cheated! I’m sad too, okay! But technically, Reader did save Toji! Twice even! I’m so bad, sorryyyyyyyyy…

[queenshelby]

A NEW WORLD - PART FOUR

A Quiet Place 2 Fanfic 

Pairing: Emmett x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, Gore, Death, Aliens, Violence, Movie Spoilers, etc…

Because you all love a cliff hanger…

***

Day 1

‘Y/N, hurry up, I will be late for school’ Lucas shouted from outside the bathroom door as you stood beside the toilet and wiped your mouth before reaching for your toothbrush which was lying on top of the sink.

‘Coming’ you shouted out just before you opened the bathroom door and put your hair into a bun.

‘Are you still feeling sick?’ Lucas asked and you nodded and yawned at the same time while you pulled a baggy jumper over your head.

‘I am seeing Dr Lauren today before the game this afternoon’ you said as you could see that Lucas was worried about you.

‘But you are still coming to the game too, right?’ he asked and you nodded, responding with a short ‘of course’.

Whilst you tried hard to avoid Emmett and Nora, you still made it to most of Lucas’s baseball games. It was important to him and you hated to upset him.

The bond you had with Lucas was stronger than anything else and you were the one who had taken it upon herself to look after him now that your mother couldn’t.

After you dropped Lucas off at school, you went to work a short shift at the hospital where you were assisting Nora for the day.

It was not how you wanted to spend your day but you had little to no choice. You needed the money and what happened between you and Emmett wasn’t her fault.

You knew that Emmett had confided in Nora about the night in question, but he had never mentioned to her who the woman was he had been with and he promised you to keep it this way until after you and Lucas had moved to Gorgia in two weeks.

‘Good Morning Y/N’ Nora said as you arrived for your shift twenty minutes early and, before you could even respond to her, you had to make another run for the lavatory.

‘Are you alright sweetie?’ Nora shouted out after she followed you to the lady’s room.

‘Yeah’ you huffed as the nausea had subsided once again. This has been ongoing for a week and you felt as though you have lost a few pounds in bodyweight during this short time.

Whatever you tried to eat, it wouldn’t stay inside you for very long and the constant feeling of nausea was horrendous.

After you calmed down a bit, you followed Nora to one of the medical procedure rooms for the morning briefing. You had three women coming in for check-ups before noon and she wanted you to carry them out while she was preparing the weekly medical reports.

‘Are you still feeling ill? Nora asked surprised as she handed you a small cup of water from next to the dispensary and you simply nodded before drinking it all, the entire cup.

‘I am seeing Dr Lauren later, before the baseball game’ you said as your hands were trembling and you reached for the muesli bar in your handbag. You needed to eat, again.

‘Hey, it’s none of my business Y/N, but have you taken a pregnancy test? I am just thinking, it’s much cheaper than seeing Dr Lauren and I felt pretty lousy when I was pregnant with Henry you know. The nausea could be from that’ Nora suggested and you simply starred at her with wide eyes.

Of course, you hadn’t considered this possibility since you were pretty precise with your method of birth control.

‘I am on the patch’ you quickly said, brushing her off and not wanting to discuss this topic with her any further.

‘And on Topamax and St Johns Wort. I’ve seen them in your locker’ Nora said before telling you that both, the medication and the herbal supplement, interfere with the efficiency of hormonal birth control therapy.

Your chin dropped and your face instantly turned pale. You were speechless and simply couldn’t respond to what Nora had just told you. This was the first time you heard about this.

Nervously, you watched her walk to the medicine cabinet and grab a small plastic cup and a white strip pregnancy test.

‘Here you go. You know how to read these. Go on’ she chuckled and you took the cup and trip out of her hand before making your way to the bathroom nervously.

***

‘And?’ Nora asked as you returned from the bathroom. Your face was much more pale than before and it was obvious that you were crying as your eyes were watery and red.

‘Not pregnant’ you said quickly before advising her that you would need to make a quick phone call to Dr Lauren’s surgery before seeing the first patient.

She nodded and you disappeared into the women’s change room to make the call.

***

Your appointment with Dr Lauren later that afternoon was rather quick but, when you left her rooms, there was paperwork for you to sign before the nurse would hand over the medications which you had discussed with Dr Lauren

‘Y/N, for this procedure, we will require you to sign a waiver. The use of the drugs prescribed by Dr Lauren will be effective but we cannot guarantee that there won’t be any complications if you decide not to attend our other clinic for an ultrasound following the chemical abo…’ the nurse said and, just as she did, you watched her stare out of the large window in the reception area. Her chin dropped and her eyes widened as she looked up into the sky.  

‘What the fuck is that?’ you said as you signed the waiver and, at the same time, heard a loud bang coming from the sky outside.

You quickly took your car keys from the reception counter and ran towards the door.

‘Y/N, your tablets…’ the receptionist shouted, holding up the packet of medicine prescribed by Dr Lauren for the procedure, but you were gone.

Quickly, you started up your car and drove to the baseball field where Lucas was playing but, just as you turned the corner into the main street less than two minutes later, you saw people running around everywhere.

You had no idea what was going on as, suddenly, two men ran in front of your vehicle followed by what appeared to be a large creature of some sort.

You panicked and reversed the car quickly, but there was nowhere to go.

‘Holy fuck’ you shouted as, behind you, there were more people running from yet another one of these creatures and, without giving it too much more thought, you opened your car door, grabbed your bag and ran inside the pharmacy.  

‘What the fuck are these things?’ you shouted in fear as you ran behind the counter and the pharmacist Joe cocked his gun just as another creature came taring down through the shop front window.

Joe tried to shoot it, but was taken by it almost instantly while you tried hard not to scream.

Tears were running down your face as you were quietly sitting beneath the counter. You had absolutely no idea what was going on but you had to find a way to get to the baseball field as quickly as possible. Lucas needed your help and you were scared for his life.

But you were stuck as the creature was lurking inside the shop, obviously looking for you or any other humans inside.

You took long and deep breaths and tried to remain calm as you could hear it making the strangest of noises as it walked around the store.

As you were sitting there, your heart was beating out of your chest and you believed that your time had come as the creature drew closer to the counter beneath which you were sitting.

But, to your surprise, after a minute, it turned around, drawn by the sound outside on the street when a large bus hit one of the buildings.

Quietly and slowly, you walked out of the pharmacy as the two creatures were destroying the bus. Without making a sound, you walked along the street from car to car, hiding behind them, trying to be as quiet as you possibly could.

It soon became evident to you that these creatures couldn’t see you. They could only hear you and possibly smell you. But you couldn’t be sure.

Without a car, you made your way to the baseball field which took you at least 20 minutes for what usually would be a two-minute walk.

By this point, the street was quiet and covered in dead bodies and blood. There were no more creatures and no men and women alive. It took these monsters as little as 15 minutes to kill everyone and now there was no longer any screaming or yelling. Just silence, blood-filled streets and human remains.

You tried hard to focus as you finally reached the baseball field. It was abandoned, no more than three or five dead bodies. On the field, there was silence. All you could hear was the cracking of the leaves from the trees surrounding it.

You desperately wanted to yell out for Lucas, trying to find him, but you knew that you couldn’t. You had to be quiet or these creatures may come back.

You searched beneath each bench, behind every tree and inside the locker rooms. But, he was nowhere to be found.

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[scentedcandlesandcookies]

So I was inspired by @mrpenguinpants (go check out their work I'm referring to below this paragraph) and wanted to do another genshin fic. The interactions here can be anything you want it to mean (besides qiqi ofc). Also this is very self indulgent.

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Self hatred, self loathing, blood, depressing thoughts ig(?), momentary oblivion of you squint.

Also I'm on mobile so I'm so sorry for not being able to add a read more option!

Somehow you knew without knowing. You said things without needing to say it. A vessel of purity and wholeness. You had so much to give.

But how much was too much?

Qiqi called yours name on a rather sunny day. You were just about to head to Bubu Pharmacy when she ran up to them.

"Could you help me pick herbs? We always go together."

You knew what she meant in ways she couldn't convey. You were special to her, to everyone. You weren't aware of it though.

Knowing the worth of others was easier than knowing the worth of yourself.

"Of course, Qiqi, I'll always have time for you."

Qiqi loved your smile. It felt familiar. Qiqi saw you as an older sibling. She loved you in ways she couldn't express.

"I'm only good to be your ladder though! You know I'm not good with naming herbs!"

On a cooler day, Zhongli called you to have some tea with him. The both of you sat at a teashop watching the harbor through the open window.

The gentle breeze touched all uncovered parts of your skin. The smell of the sea dancing underneath your nose. The sunset painting a melancholic picture.

"The ocean looks sad today."

Zhongli looked at you rather confusedly. After promptly sipping his tea he responded.

"How can an ocean look sad? Something so old shouldn't be humanized."

The last sentence was more for himself than anything. You didn't know, but he sometimes loathed himself for all he'd done. He wondered if all the blood spilt was worth it.

You reminded him of Guizhong, so ready to see things in a new light without judgement. He often hears you sing to glaze lilies around Qingce.

"How could we forget what all the ancients did for us?"

A day after some much needed rain, you spotted Ganyu. Busy as ever, she was handling the unending work she often received. You decided to help out.

"Good morning, Ganyu. You seem to be someone who'd appreciate and extra pair of hands."

The joking atmosphere seemed to help lift the weight more than your hands. Ganyu giggled a bit.

"Some help would be much appreciated."

The rest of the day didn't feel like work. Ganyu felt the days of her childhood rushing back to her. Days without worry or work. Everything felt warmer, the sun began peeking its head out of the clouds.

"I'll do my best."

You visited Hu Tao on a gloomy day. The clouds were gray and it looked as if it was about to rain. You entered the doors of the funeral parlor with the permission of the ferrylady.

Unfortunately, Hu Tao wasn't feeling very Hu Tao that day. Walking into her office, she seemed lost in thought.

"Hu Tao?"

The gift of candies laud forgotten on the desk. You moved to place a hand on her shoulder. A gesture of your listening presence.

"They're just pranks, and I'm just trying to get business. Like everyone else, its just...different."

Pulling her in for a hug, just being a strong unbreakable pillar for her sake.

"They don't see all the things you do behind the scenes. That makes them immature, not you. I don't think they know why you do the things you do, and you know what? That's okay. You know what you're doing, and that's the best thing you could do. You're doing so well."

Liyue knew you so so well. An unbreakable pillar. A foundation that so many people needed.

What would happen if you ever crumbled? Well, that could never happen.

You visited Xiao on a rainy day. No heavy downpour, just a normal pitter-patter kind of rain.

You held a new dish in your hands, thinking that Xiao should try a new dish. Not to 'be more human' but to just try a different taste of life.

"Why are you still coming here? Its a long way from the harbor."

You simply smiled at the ground and put down the dish. Too afraid to sit on the railing, you opted for the floor.

"Being lonely isn't fun."

"As I thought, you're still so blind. Loneliness is my only company."

You laughed for a moment.

"Guess I should change my name to loneliness then."

You dared not to look at the mighty yaksha. You were just a pathetic human after all. Letting the dish sit in your lap, you outstretched your arms behind you.

"And you can't go around telling people they're blind! We all see things differently. You might think you need to spend eternity in loneliness, but we all crave to be loved or appreciated. Xiao, you're stuck with me."

You closed your eyes and turned towards Xiao, giving him a smile.

You felt the dish being taken from your lap and heard him sit next to you.

He began eating the warm soup.

Today was a bad day to go out. Heavy rain and a dark atmosphere. But you had commissions knocking against your income. You were preoccupied with something else though.

Everyone's busy. I really need some help but everyone's busy and I don't want to bother them.

You admired Qiqi for braving through her life as best as she could.

You admired Zhongli for his wise and comforting views on life.

You admired Ganyu's persistence in her work, but most importantly in herself.

You admired Hu Tao for being herself even when others shamed her for it.

You admired Xiao for living through such mundane life, day after day.

You wanted to be just like them, but you just couldn't do it on some days.

You wanted to hide. You wanted to bitch about your day. You wanted to give up. You wanted to hide yourself to avoid judgement. You wanted something different. Someone different.

Someone who wasn't you.

You never looked as good as everyone else. Your voice never sounded right. Your never seemed to be mentionable or noteworthy. And on some days you were okay with that.

Am I really going to be another grain of salt?

You trudged through the thick mud, ignoring the blisters on your feet. The rain seemed to taunt you as it settled in your clothes, your bones.

All you could taste was steel. You couldn't remember the last meal you ate. You felt so tired. You wanted to just stop everything.

But how could you? How could you when everyone else went on? It was just one last commission. They all have so much on their plate, you couldn't burden them anymore.

But your lungs burnt, you couldn't feel your fingers on your right hand. Where was your weapon? When did you lose your bag?

Why were your eyes so blurry? Everything sounded so loud. You just wanted to sleep. You were tired. You were trying so hard.

Why was it so fucking hard?

Why couldn't you do it? Why were you always so unsure? Why didn't you work as well as the others? Your feet moved by themselves. They weren't going fast enough. Your body wasn't good enough.

You're not enough.

You think you're at your destination. You don't know. Everything feels so unclear. Everything feels wrong.

Then there was warmth on your back. It was so warm, so comforting. It finally lulled you to sleep.

The millileth pulled the mitachurl's firey axe from the back of your corpse.

You were confused when you woke up. A girl with brown hair and a hat was frantically calling someone. You were in a lobby of sorts. There were others talking about people who left. They didn't look like people. They were see through.

See through just like you.

"Aiya! Why aren't you listening to me you idiot! You scared us! What happened?"

The girl seemed to be the only normal person here. Suddenly you felt like you've been ripped from that foggy place.

People were calling the same person's name again. Over and over. You were just trying to continue sleeping when you were violently shaken.

"Hey! Whats your problem!"

You shook the person off of you. A young man with a green tattoo and dark hair. A taller man with amber eyes and brown hair. A woman with horns and silky looking blue hair. That girl from before who wore the hat. A small girl with light purple hair and had a talisman on her hat.

"You're alive! Thank the archons! We were so worried when we heard the news! " The lady with the horns looked as if she was about to cry. You felt bad but the tension was awkward.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are."

Ty for reading! Leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed it! I hope some of yall picked up the hidden meanings hehehe~

Part two here:

[random-imagines-blog]

Love Peas {Hiram Lodge x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 1894 Summary: Hiram comes home after a very rough night. Notes: Mentions of death

Shifting under the covers, you heard a noise coming from downstairs. The house was usually quiet save for the murmur of the appliances and electronics, a sound that you had gotten used to over the months of living here with your boyfriend, Hiram. So each and every footstep on the ground sounded like a racket. You laid still, expecting the security system to trigger, saying that there was an intruder, but it did no such thing. The power was still on, you could hear the hum still, that little electrical buzz that was your constant background noise. So that meant whoever was in your house had the keycode. Hiram.

There was even more clamor from downstairs. A groaning sound. Now you knew for sure it was Hiram. You’ve heard him, unfortunately, be in pain on more than one occasion through your relationship. It was the price that he paid for being in the ‘business’ that he was.

You swept the blankets off of you, your bare feet touching the cold wooden floor. You pulled your robe closed over your pajamas as you made your way quickly to the door, through the hallway, and then started down the stairs to see what the damage was this time. You were always terrified that he was going to come home covered in blood, battered beyond repair. That you were going to hold him and hear nothing but the death rattle right before he would be gone. It was a scene that ran through your nightmares. A scene that if it were in front of you, you were ill-prepared to deal with.

There was nothing lazy, or just-woken up about your movements. Foot descending after foot on the runner of the stairs, keeping the chilliness of the hard floors at bay. Through the moonlight coming in through the windows, you were able to see a form just slipping out of the foyer, making it’s way to the kitchens. “Hiram?" You asked, reaching the bottom of the staircase and turning to follow. He was hurt, though there was no blood on the floor. There wasn’t a trail leading after him. But by the way that his leg was sliding behind him, it looked like it was broken at the very least. You flicked the switch and the kitchen came to life with bright lights, revealing everything. Under those florescent s, there was no room to hide.

Though Hiram was trying pretty hard to hide.

He sat down on the floor, head leaning back against the wooden cabinets. He was bruised, but that was an understatement. He was severely bruised. Black eye. Split lip. His usually perfect hair was tousled in a not-unattractive way but the very fact that he hadn’t immediately took a come to it scared you a little. If that was the state of his face, you were very concerned about the rest of him. You got down on your knees next to him, ignoring the discomfort, nervous to even touch him. He looked like he would break if he did.

“I can explain...” Hiram started off by saying, but then realized that he wasn’t going to be able to talk his way out of this one. He’d look up into your face, and then would immediately try to cut off the eye contact, looking down at the ground instead.

“I think this is going a bit beyond the first aid box’s capabilities,” You winced upon seeing the other side of his face. Oh lord, even that eye was starting to swell up. He was close to being a human bruise at this point. That poor, gorgeous face of his. “Maybe we should get you to a hospital. Is anything broken? How did you get home?”

“Cab,” Hiram admitted, ignoring your first question. “The driver was - taking care of things while I left.”

“Christ, Hiram,” You groaned. You got up to your feet, dashing towards the bathroom to get the first aid kit that was in there. The amount of times that you had to replace this thing. The pharmacy probably thought that you were in an abusive relationship. You came back to see that he hardly moved, other than to wipe a bit of blood that was coming from the deep cut in his bottom lip. You sat back down beside him, opened up the first aid kit, tore into a package that contained an alcohol wipe and started to blot.

“Do we got any ice packs?” Hiram moaned. You stood up to go and check, looking through the contents of the freezer. You rummaged past the frozen vegetables, frozen pizzas, bottles of alcohol to find that - no, there were no ice packs in the freezer.

“Have to do with some vegetables,” You said, grabbing a bag of frozen peas. You held it up to his face, pressing it as tenderly as you could against the rougher looking eye. He hissed, and brought his hand up to grab it, only to show you how damaged that looked too. Bloody knuckles were the least of his worries. “We’re going to have to get that looked at,” You said, pointing towards his hand.

“It’s fine,” He muttered, letting it rest on the bag, which was resting on his face. It looked like it hurt. You didn’t know how he wasn’t crying out for a hospital. You would be if you sustained even half of those injuries.

“As much as we love peas in this house, I don’t think they’re going to be granting you any miracles,” You said, and went back to dabbing with the alcohol wipe. “Your lip is going to need stitches. The cuts too big. It won’t heal right.” “So call my Doctor,” Hiram growled, grumpily. By instinct, you slapped the top of his thigh, making him gasp out in pain and drop the frozen bag onto the ground. It broke open, the little green vegetables scattering across the tiled floor.

“I don’t care how hurt you are, you don’t talk to me like that,” You said, shaking your finger in his face. “I’m just worried about you. I don’t know how many more of these you can take before you have some serious internal injuries. Even Houdini died from a punch to the stomach, and you’re not nearly as good at escaping trouble as he is.”

“Mi amor, comparing me to a dead man,” Hiram groaned, pushing peas off of his lap. You got up again, your legs getting a work out from all of the squats that you were doing tonight, and grabbed another bag of frozen peas. It was weird that there were so many, but even rich people buy stuff that’s on sale sometimes. It’s how you stayed rich.

“You keep this up and you will be a dead man,” You quipped, putting the fresh bag on his face, holding it this time instead of letting him do it. “At least let me look at you, please?”

He finally gave a nod, and you slowly lifted his shirt to see all of the markings and bruises that were on his abdomen. His torso looked like a Jackson Pollock painting with the different shades of colors everywhere. You winced, bringing the shirt back down. You really hated seeing him look like this. You’ve been pleading with him to retire since the last time that he had received a beating like this. Or at the very least, hire someone younger to take his place in these fights. He was getting too old for this. “You should see the other guys,” He quipped.

“I don’t doubt it. And what were they - half your age?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, moving the bag from one eye to the other. “Hiram, my love, don’t you think it’s about time that you think about retiring? We can move away from Riverdale. We can get a spot on the beach somewhere, where it never snows. Where it’s never warm. Where the only damage you have to worry about is getting too much sun. Getting burned. But I’ll take care of you and always put sunscreen on you. Aloe vera if you do end up getting burned. Just - think about it, okay? For me?”

“I can’t give up my business like that,” Hiram shook his head, not even considering the possibility. You sighed. You knew that was going to be his answer. You hadn’t been expecting anything else. And yet you were still disappointed. As per usual. “I cannot be seen as weak or everything that I’ve done so far will have been for nothing. All of that work. I can’t pull out yet.”

“Of course you can’t,” You sighed. “At the very least, can you plan on it in the future? I don’t want to be putting this bag on your eyes when you’re well into your seventies.”

“Do you think we’ll still love peas then, mi amor?” He asked, breaking into a smile despite what must be a lot of pain, especially in his lip area.

“I think the better question is will I still love you them,” You teased. pressing a kiss onto one of the few parts of his face that wasn’t mottled with bruises. “But yes, to both. These are lovepeas, don’t you know. Rumor says that if you put them on the black eye of the person that you love, you’ll be together until the ends of the Earth. Or until there are no more peas. But given how the bees are dying out, that might not even be until the ends of the earth.”

“And your creativity is why I love you, and why I always come home,” Hiram said, taking your wrists around his hands. You smiled gently, loving that he cared about the weird side of you. Not just the well made-up person who was always by his side at work events. He always had a way of making you feel like you were someone special. Someone worth adoring.

Now if only you could actually get him out of the criminal business and move somewhere like Mexico where you can lie on the beach together.

“Do you love me enough to let me leave for a moment to call the Doctor? I am worried about this lip of yours. I need it stitched up and better so I can kiss you again.”

“Yes, I suppose I love you that much.” His thumbs would rub at the underside of your wrists for a moment, and then he would gently release you so you could get up and walk back to the bedroom where your cellphone was waiting. Even leaving him that long seemed like an eternity. You called the doctor while you were on your way back down the stairs, hanging up as you entered the kitchen, just in time to see Hiram picking one of the frozen peas off of the ground and popping it into his mouth.

“What are you doing?” You asked, going for the broom and dustpan to finally clean that mess up.

“Oh, I thought these were the feel-better peas. You eat a couple and then you feel all better until the end of time?” He’d ask, showing his very rare funny side. You laughed and shook your head.

“Let me clean these up then I’ll get you to your chair. The doctor is on his way.”

[zdux]

Genshin Family Headcannons

I've had these Genshin Family Headcannons floating around in my brain for god knows how long now, so I think it's about time I posted them!

On to the details~

Zhongli & Baizhu dated for a while, and after they broke up Baizhu ended up adopting Qiqi. Zhongli did not know this, and nearly had a heart attack thinking that through some insane miracle Qiqi was his biological child and he was late on YEARS of child support.

Zhongli & Ninnguang are siblings. Not Biological, but Ningguang doesn't know that, so he doesn't say anything. My idea is that Zhongli hasn't been using his gnosis for a while, like multiple decades, but he would shift forms. He tried to be a teenager for a while during his mid-archon-crisis, and ended up getting adopted by Ningguang's parents. She was born not long after, so she always saw him as her older brother. After a few years of this, he accepted he couldn't play make believe like this forever, and disappeared one night. Little did he know, his aura was keeping Ningguang's family out of debt, and after he left it all fell to ruin. Ningguang then grew up, spending the rest of her life wondering what happened to her brother & missing him.

Before all that, Zhongli did raise, and is still raising, Xiao and Ganyu. During that time, they were both mentoring under other adepti. They see him as their dad, and have forever. Zhongli recently ended up kind of half adopting Hu Tao, but she doesn't know all of the details of them being adepti & an Archon, but she's just happy to have a family.

Xiao has recently started dating Aether, which was supposed to be his little rebellion at Zhongli for dating Childe, as Xiao hates Childe, but Zhongli is very proud of Xiao and Aether. Though his planned back fired, Xiao is truly happy to be with Aether.

Hu Tao has been dating Yanfei, and while they are happy together, as well as work well as business partners, Zhongli's back is going to go out early if he has to keep supervising the two pyro loverbirds. They have so much energy, and just run him ragged when they are handling a job.

Beidou ended up pretty much completely adopting Kazuha, as he has been on the run a while now, and while she was working with him/the resistance, they both just felt connected like family.

Part of the reason that Kazuha sees Beidou as a mom is because his disapeared a long time ago with is younger brother. He was happy they escaped, but he hadn't heard anything about his brother since, which made him scared.

Thoma, on the other hand, was actually adopted by Beidou. His parents left him in Ritou to suffer, and though Beidou wasn't able to take him with her to be a sailor, she was able to get him set up with Ayaka's family.

Yoimiya is the only blood family he knows of, and her family immediately took him in around age 16 when they found out what his parents did. He continued to work under Ayaka despite them suggesting he learn the fire work trade.

Little does he know, but Razor is Kazuha's brother. Their mom didn't end up making it, as she became fatally ill during the journey from Inazuma to Liyue. She was rushed to Bubu Pharmacy, but it was too late, and she sadly passed away while being treated there. Razor was supposed to be sent to Mondstat to become a knight of Favonious, but the wagon transporting him was taken down by Hillichurls, and then he was found by his Lupical.

Lisa regularly goes into the woods to study, and that's when she ran into Razor and began visiting him to teach him how to speak, to which she sort of became him mom.

Jean technically has no kids, but had ended up raising Klee, Albedo, and Barbara. Klee had been with Albedo pretty much since she was born, as Albedo would take care of them both with Alice coming to check in here and there. But after an experiment gone wrong, Albedo was badly hurt, and carried a small, crying Klee all the way to Mondstat. Once he got there, he was lucky that Jean, Lisa, and Diluc were all having dinner at Good Hunter. They rushed over to him, Jean in the lead, and he handed Klee to her before collapsing on the ground. They brought him to the cathedral where he was healed, and once he was recovering he was taken to the Knights head quarters for questioning. After that, they figured it was better for Klee to be in the Knight's direct care, and Albedo could work with them. Jean ended up becoming quite the mother to the two of them.

As for Barbara, she simply always took care of her. Though they aren't that far apart in age, Jean still always took on a parental role for her.

What Alice forgot to mention, was that she actually has a sister. Said sister is in fact, Mona's mom, and when she saw Mona having magical potential like Alice, she sent her to study under her current Master, Alice's rival. Without knowing it, Mona and Klee are cousins.

Diona was finally able to get over her anger towards Diluc, as she eventually got so fed up with him that she went to Angel's Share just to yell at him. But when she got there, she realized he wasn't drinking alcohol. After sitting her down and talking to her for a while, Diona was finally able to understand Diluc. She started crying, and Diluc sat with her while she did, before she eventually started to fall asleep, so he carried her on his back to the Cat's Tail. When he got there he saw her dad and went to deliver Diona to him but realized just how drunk he was. Diluc then set Diona down on a chair while he went to confront her dad, which lead to a massive yelling match. Diluc realized just how neglectful her dad really was, and had him arrested the next day. He was then charged with Neglect, and has since been cast out of Mondstat for an unknown amount of time as his sentence, as well as not being allowed custody of Diona. The Cat's Tail was closed for a while before another bartender took it up and renamed it. Diona moved in with Diluc and he now raises her on his own. She sees him like a hero and the father she always wanted, but he never asks her to call him "dad" or "father" but instead asks her to call him "Pa" or "Vati" (the german translation of dad.)

Diluc and Venti have also been in a long term relationship for many years. Diluc asks Venti not to drink around Diona, as it still makes her uncomfortable despite being his apprentice. Venti respects this and often will "buy" his drinks from Diluc and make his way over to the old Cat's Tail and drink there instead, or he will just stay at Angel's Share if Diona isn't there/is in bed. The two of them have been dating for nearly 8 years, but aren't married. Everyone always asks why not, but they just don't see the point. Venti is very independent, and Diluc constantly has responsibilities, they don't want their life to be 50/50 but rather they both do what they love and enjoy one and others company while doing so, without labels.

And that's a wrap! I could probably write out exactly how each of these came to be in more detail, but this is quite long as it stands. I hope you all enjoyed!

[justthehiddleswrites]

Accidently Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 4 | You should worry about the people you care about. I mean, I worry about you all the time.

A/N:  Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed).  It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will.  Keep your hate to yourself.  

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)

Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt.  Tom has an idea to solve all their problems.  Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts.  Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else.  In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?

This Chapter: Molly is making friends and life is settling into a routine until Molly gets sick and Tom takes care of her.  

Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of:  child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.

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Molly left that afternoon with two new numbers in her phone and a lunch date for next week.

“Can’t believe you are having lunch with my mother and sister without me.” Tom pouted on the way back.

“Once they heard I wasn’t working and didn’t know anyone, they insisted. Was I supposed to say no?” 

“You could have scheduled it when I could come.” 

“But you are so busy. And talented.” She poked his side. 

“I’m driving here, darling.”

“Sorry, but just one question…” They pulled up to a red light.”

“What?”

“Are you ticklish?” she attacked his side and Tom squirmed and giggled.

“You will be the death of me.” He panted as Molly stopped when the light was green.

“Note to self. Tom is very ticklish.” 

“No, no notes to self. That is something you can promptly forget.”

Molly batted her eyelashes. “But real husbands and wives would know these things about each other. We have to pull this off for an entire year, right?”

“Fine, but expect revenge.” Tom wagged a finger at Molly. 

“I’ll sleep with one eye open.” 

-

Over the next several weeks, Tom and Molly fell in a routine. The marriage certificate came in the mail and they applied for a family visa for Molly to stay there.

“I didn’t think you would want to become a citizen.”

Molly smirked. “No, not right now.”

A new debit card came in for Molly. 

“With great power…” Tom handed it over.

“Yeah, yeah, Loki.” she tucked into her wallet. “I am burdened with glorious purpose. To keep you well fed.” 

Molly had a standing date with Emma every two weeks, much to Tom’s consternation. They continued running together in the mornings. Tom, more often than not, ended it with a kiss. 

“This is becoming quite the nasty habit, Mr. Hiddleston.” she commented one morning.

“Then stop me, Mrs. Hiddleston.” He pecked her lips again. 

Molly blushed. “You just love what they are saying about us in the papers.” She pushed Tom away and towards the door. 

“I will admit the good news is definitely a perk. Plus, you are such lovely company.” He went to hug her, but she pushed him away.

“You are all sweaty, Tom. Take a shower and I will make breakfast.”

“French toast?” he asked hopefully.

“You ate the last of the bread yesterday.” 

“Pancakes?”

“I think I can swing pancakes, if…” She held up a finger. “You also eat a side of fruit.”

“Deal.” Tom headed towards his room wearing a huge grin. 

Molly shook her head as she grabbed a mixing bowl out. “Lunatic.”

-

One morning, Molly wasn’t awake when Tom got up to run. She almost always beat Tom up, sipping a cup of tea in the living room, reading a magazine or one of the books from his shelf. There was a small stack building on a side table of the ones she finished reading. But that morning, no half-drunk cup of tea perched precariously on the coffee table. No crossword puzzle half done in pen. 

Tom peaked into Molly’s bedroom. The covers, in colors of navy and grey, just like his, pulled up tight around her. There were a few prints of classic travel posters on the wall. 

“Molly, darling.” He called out. Usually that was all it took to roust Molly from her sleep and get her going for the day. Today, nothing. Tom stepped into the room. He felt like an intruder in his own home. 

“It’s time for our run, love.” He said a bit louder this time. 

Molly rolled over, groaning and coughing. Tom’s brow furrowed. He didn’t like the sound of that cough. Tom sat down on the edge of the bed and rocked Molly gently by the shoulder.

“Are you feeling okay, darling?” He hoped it was just allergies or waking up in the morning. But then she woke up.

“Uggh, Tom?” Molly croaked out before rolling onto her back. She was pale. So much more pale than usual. She coughed again, covering her mouth. 

“It’s me, Molly. Are you feeling alright?” He repeated. “That’s some cough.”

“I’m fine, fine. It’s just,” She waved him off and pushed up to sitting, only to fall back onto the pillows. “oh, that’s not good.” 

Tom placed the back of his hand to her forehead and replaced it with his lips, checking her temperature. She was running hot. 

“You have a fever. I’m making you an appointment to see the doctor.” He stood, but Molly caught his wrist. Her palm clammy against Tom’s skin.

“No! It’s just a cold. Go on your run. I’ll be fine. I just need some sleep.” She insisted.

“Are you sure? It’s no trouble.” 

“Go. I’ll be fine.”

Tom leaned down and kissed her very warm forehead. “I’ll keep it short. Go back to sleep.”

Molly nodded and rolled over. Tom tucked the covers around her and headed out. He barely made it to the end of the street before he returned home. It confirmed his fears when he stepped back inside and heard Molly coughing. Tom grabbed the phone and searched for a number and called it.

“Yes, Urgent Care? Do you have any appointments today? Name? Molly Hiddleston. Thank you.”

-

Tom helped Molly get dressed, averting his eyes when appropriate. Her entire body burned under his fingertips, but Tom noticed her shivering. She stumbled to the car where she slept the entire ride over to urgent care. Tom did his best to fill out the paperwork.

“What do you put for family history?”

“Nothing. Unless there is a place for mental illness, then check that. That’s all I know about. Mom didn’t chat much.” Molly muttered, leaning heavily against Tom. “Meth does that…” Her brow furrowed and she coughed again. 

“Shh, darling.” Tom soothed her. “Only happy thoughts.”

Molly hummed and smiled. “Happy thoughts.” More coughing. 

It took twenty minutes before they called Molly back. They didn’t let Tom back with her. He alternated between sitting with a bouncing knee, pretending to read on his phone and pacing the waiting room, making the other people nervous. After forty-five minutes, before Molly returned with several papers in her hand. She coughed again.

“Upper respiratory infection,” cough. “Along with a sinus infection and a viral infection.”

Tom smiled. “Triple threat. Let’s get you home.”

Molly’s hand, holding the papers, flopped up. “I have prescriptions and they want to see me again in two weeks. To make sure I don’t get pneumonia.”

Tom’s eyes widened. “That’s a possibility?”

Molly nodded. “It’s all in here.”

Tom took all the papers, skimming them, including a script for antibiotics as well as a cough suppressant. It all sounded grim. “Let’s get you to bed and I will take care of getting these filled.”

Molly coughed and nodded. “Thank you.” 

She fell back asleep in the car. Tom carried into the house, not having the heart to wake her up again, and settled her into his bed, which was bigger, more comfortable and the bathroom was right there. Once she was settled and asleep, he headed off to the pharmacy. While waiting in line, Tom dialed Luke. 

“Luke, is there anything absolutely pressing in the schedule for the next three days?” he asked after Luke picked up. 

“Nothing I can’t reschedule, why?”

“Molly’s ill.” He bit his lips and sighed. “The doctors are afraid it might turn into pneumonia. And I…”

“Consider your schedule cleared until Monday. And tell her I hope she feels better soon.”

“Thanks, Luke. I’m worried about her.”

“That’s because you love her, Tom. You should worry about the people you care about. I mean, I worry about you all the time.” Luke chuckled.

Tom paused at Luke’s words but pushed it away. Of course he cared for Molly. That has the tendency to happen when you live with a person for nearly three months. Especially someone as congenial as Molly. Congenial wasn’t the word. Lovely. Molly was lovely. He laughed it off. “I worry about you too, Luke. I got to go.”

“Take care of her. Bye, Tom.” 

After picking you the medicine, Tom popped into the grocery store and picked up some soup, drinks, and Molly’s favorite cookies. When he got back, she was still asleep. And still coughing. He put away the groceries and then checked on her.

“Darling, I’m back with the medicine. Time to take it.” He helped her sit up, Molly groaning the entire time. She swallowed the pill with a sip of water, gagging.

“That’s awful!” she coughed. 

“Now the cough medicine.” Tom poured out the cough syrup and handed it over to Molly. She hesitated, sniffing it first. “Take the medicine and get a biscuit.” He held up a package of cookies.

“They’re cookies. I thought I ate the last of them.” she moaned, downing the cough syrup. Her face contorted. Tom smiled and handed her two cookies. “Good girl. Now rest. I’ll check on you in a few hours.”

“Don’t you have work?” Molly muttered as she laid back down. Tom pulled the covers over her, putting the cookies on the nightstand. “You had… interviews… or something…”

“My schedule is clear through the weekend. I am at your disposal.” Tom rubbed Molly’s back, and she purred. 

“You don’t need to do that.” She half-heartedly complained, dozing off.

“And leave you to fend for yourself? What kind of husband would I be? It was no trouble. Now sleep, darling.”

“Mmm… kay.” 

-

Tom busied himself with absolutely nothing. He flitted from reading a book to watching a TV show to peeking into the bedroom. At one point, when Molly was particularly quiet, he seriously contemplated putting a mirror under her nose to just make sure he was still breathing. He managed to get her to eat half a bowl of soup. 

“You need to eat, love.” he scolded.

Molly coughed and croaked. “Says the man who considers chocolate a food group.” 

“Look at that, some humour.” Tom smiled. “Eat please.”

“Yes, sir.” She slurped the soup off the spoon before falling back asleep. 

Tom, worried, did the unthinkable. He called his mum for advice.

“She’s coughing. A lot. And all she does is sleep.” Tom ran his hands through his hair. 

“Is she eating, love?” Diana asked. Tom could feel the smile across the phone.

“A bit, but not as much as usual. I brought her soup.”

“Soup is good. And she is taking her medicine?”

Tom nodded. “I set a timer.”

“Of course you did. And the fever?”

Tom blinked. “What about her fever?”

“Has it broken?”

“I don’t—”

“Tom!” Molly’s bedraggled voice called out.

“I gotta go. She needs me.” Tom hung up the phone and sprinted to the room. 

“Molly! What is it?” He noted she was shivering.

“I’m cold.” she chattered. Tom grabbed the blanket at the foot of his bed. 

“Is that better?” He tucked it under Molly’s chin. Tom touched her forehead. Hot.

“Much.” 

“I’ll let you rest.” He patted her shoulder and stood. Molly reached out for him.

“Stay.” She coughed. “At least until I fall asleep. Please lie down. Just five minutes.”

Tom’s heart broke in that moment for Molly. That confident woman he grew so fond of seemed so small in that moment.

“Of course, I’ll stay. Anything for you.” Tom crawled on top of the covers next to Molly. He laced his fingers in hers. He heard her exhaled, and he exhaled too. 

“Sleep well, darling.” But Molly had already fallen asleep. Tom soon followed.

-

Molly woke the next morning in sweat soaked pajamas and on top of drenched sheets. She still coughed, but her fever was gone. As she blinked her eyes open, Molly realized she wasn’t in her bed, but Tom’s. And Tom was there too. Asleep next to her, fully dressed, holding her hand. She had vague memories of Tom bringing her soup and her asking him to stay. And some very not safe for work dreams. 

“Fever dreams.” she muttered. “Tom…” Molly rocked his shoulder.

“Huh?” Tom sat up. “I guess I was more tired than I thought.”

“It’s hard to be a nurse. I think your sheets may need washing.” she smiled.

Tom pressed his lips to her forehead. “No fever.” His spirits lifted. 

“It must have broken last night.”

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yes.” 

Tom noticed their hands still laced together. He let go and stood up. He made a poor attempt at smoothing out his sleep wrinkled clothes. “Up to move to the couch? And maybe some movies?”

“I would like that.” She slowly sat up and got out of bed. “But first a shower.”

Tom frowned. “First medicine, then shower.”

“Nurse Ratched.” Tom didn’t smile or budge. Molly sighed. “Fine, medicine, the shower.”

Tom grabbed the bottles and dispensed the medicine, which she took still gagging. “And a biscuit.” He handed her a cookie. 

“Cookie.” She popped it into her mouth and headed off to her room and Tom went to his own bathroom. 

-

Once they were both showered and dressed, Tom popped his sheets into the laundry and made a makeshift bed on the couch for Molly.

“You pick the movie.” she offered. “That way if I fall asleep, you won’t be bored.” 

Tom picked The Jungle Book. “One of my favorites as a child. I still watch it when I feel under the weather.”

“I don’t think I have seen it.”

Tom’s mouth fell open. “That is a travesty.”

Molly shrugged her shoulders. “You know, group homes, foster care…”

Tom stopped. “Well, we are going to watch this right now and you can listen to the vocal genius that is George Sanders as Shere Khan.”

“More of a vocal genius than you?” Molly raised an eyebrow while she settled onto the couch. 

Tom blushed. “A man-cub, how delightful.” He purred deep in his chest, sending shivers through Molly.

By the end of the movie, Molly’s head was in Tom’s lap and his hand in hers. They watched Disney movies for the rest of day, alternating picking the title. Tom made sure she took her meds on time and ate more than just cookies.

“I will eat a meal if you do.” Molly chided.

They both ate soup and Tom also ate a sandwich. It was late when they finished up Robin Hood. Molly stretched and sat up.

“I should go to bed.”

“I can put the sheets back on the bed.” Tom moved, but she stopped him, squeezing his hand.

“My bed. But I will keep the door open so you can spy on me.” She smirked. “I can’t take your bed again.”

“It’s fine if you did. I don’t mind sharing.”

“I know but…” She glanced away. “We should keep our own space. To keep things from getting complicated.”

Tom nodded. “Right. No complications here.” he lied to her and to himself.

Molly hugged Tom tight. “Thank you for everything, Tom.”

“My pleasure.”

She coughed a bit as she headed off to her room. Tom turned off the TV and cleaned the dishes before going to bed himself. He spent most of the night tossing and turning.

[hxwks-gf]

*✧･ﾟ:* two little lines

bakugo x fem!reader

summary: surprise! you’re pregnant. wait, that’s not the only surprise...

warnings: pregnancy, descriptions of throwing up, swearing, mentions of alcohol

w/c: 2k 

request: I just read your Bakugou gets turned into a kid fic and it was so adorable, especially since he done well knew what he was doing( the brat lol) Anyhow I wanted to request either Bakugou( pro hero of course) reacting to the news that he and his female S/O are having either twins or triplets.

a/n: THANK U FOR SENDING THIS REQUEST IN, ANON!! i loved writing it so much, and soft bakugo is my fav bakugo. enjoy my loves!

“Katsuki, I really don’t feel well,” you said as you came out of the bathroom, wiping the sweat off of your forehead. 

Your husband looked up from the piece of his gear he was tinkering with. “What do you mean?” 

“I’ve felt really sick to my stomach for a day or two now,” you explained, sitting at the edge of the bed and closing your eyes. You could feel another wave of nausea coming over you at full speed. “Oh, God--” You clapped a hand over your mouth and ran straight to the toilet again, making it just in time before you violently puked the last remains of your breakfast into the porcelain. 

“Y/N?” he called from the bedroom. A few seconds later and you heard his bare footsteps on the tile floor. His warm hand placed itself on your forehead and pushed back your sweaty hair. “Hey, let’s get you to the doctor, alright?” 

“No,” you moaned into the bowl, “I don’t want to go to the doctor yet, it’s just the stomach flu or something. I just need to rest.” 

“Don’t be stubborn,” Bakugo growled, squatting beside you. He wrinkled his nose at the contents of the toilet. “Let’s go.” 

“I’ll make an appointment tomorrow,” you said, cracking open your teary eyes at him. He had that hard-set look on his face, the don’t-even-try-to-argue-with-me one. You had seen it enough over the last few years of your marriage. “Can you just take me to the store so I can get some medicine?” 

“Tch,” he grunted, rolling his eyes. “You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you out of this apartment in this state.” 

“Katsuki.” 

He tipped his head back and let loose an exasperated sigh. “Jesus, you’re going to be the death of me, woman.” 

You held out a hand and he helped you to your feet. He muttered incoherently while you got dressed, something along the lines of “--doesn’t know how to rest--” and “--never listens to me--”. After you were dressed, he at least made you drink some water before driving you to the nearby corner store. 

The fluorescent lights were harsh on your eyes as you perused the aisles with a basket in hand, mindlessly putting cans of soup, stomach medicine, and orange juice into it. Bakugo grumbled to himself a few feet behind you, hands shoved deep in his pockets. 

“I’ll be right back,” he grunted, and disappeared down the snack aisle, leaving you by yourself near the pharmacy. 

As you wandered down the rows and rows of medicine, looking for anything else you might need for the stomach flu, you saw something on display near the counter that made you stop and stare. 

“There’s no way,” you murmured, walking up to them and picking one up. You flipped the thin box in your hand and scanned the back for more information. When was the last time you had your period? On a hunch, you dropped the box into your basket and hurried towards the check-out before Bakugo caught up with you again. 

The cashier rang you up and bagged your items, and you felt another wave of nausea starting to build in the pit of your stomach. Thankfully, Bakugo rounded the corner empty-handed, and headed straight for you. 

“Got everything you need?” he said, guiding you out of the store. 

“Mhmm,” you absentmindedly hummed, trying not to think about the little box at the bottom of your bag. 

The drive back to the apartment was silent, as was the walk up. Bakugo offered to take your bags but you vehemently denied his help, giving him a string of excuses and making a beeline for the bathroom again. 

You locked the door and leaned back against the wall, sliding down until you were in a seated position with your knees brought up to your chest. You were scared. The plastic bag was staring at you on the floor, just waiting to be opened. With a trembling sigh, you pulled out the little thin box and opened the pregnancy test. 

Two lines. That meant pregnant, right? 

You couldn’t tell how long you spent staring at the little stick in your hands, or how many times you had read and re-read the little instruction booklet. 

Two lines. 

Pregnant. 

You licked your lips in anticipation and unlocked the bathroom door. You could hear Bakugo tinkering with his hero gear in the bedroom again. 

“You were in there for a while, are you okay--” His sentence was cut short when he looked up at you standing in the doorway, holding the stick in your hands. “What’s wrong?” 

“Katsuki, I’m pregnant.” 

The screwdriver he held in his hands fell out of his grasp and clattered to the floor. Within seconds he was getting up from the bed and gathering you in his arms, his chin tucking itself in the crook of your neck. 

“K-Katsuki?” you said, utterly surprised. 

“Are you being serious?” he said, voice muffled in your shoulder. 

“Of course I’m being serious.” You gently pulled out of his embrace, but he still kept you close. “Look. Two lines.” 

He looked down at the test in your hand. His own fingers reached up and wrapped themselves around it, his brows coming together in the center of his forehead. He stared at it so intensely without saying a word, you were concerned he had lost some screws. 

“Katsuki?” you said again, gently. “What...what are you feeling?” 

“I know I've never been good with talking about my emotions,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. “But this--this makes me feel like the happiest fucker in the entire world.” 

With those words, the gate that held your own emotions in check completely shattered and you fell into a mess of happy sobs, excited laughs, and exhilarated kisses. You’re not sure when it happened, but the two of you ended up kneeling together on the floor, still holding onto the test like your lives depended on it, crying and laughing and kissing. The only other time you had ever seen Bakugo cry was the first time he saw you walk down the aisle at your wedding. 

“I can’t believe it,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours. “I really can’t.” 

“Pregnant,” you breathed, still in awe. “We’re going to have a baby.” 

“Listen to me.” Bakugo let go of your hands and cradled your cheeks, looking directly into your eyes. “I love you. You are not going to lift a finger for the next nine months, do you understand me, woman?” 

Fresh tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded. “I would expect nothing less from you.” 

“Doctor’s office. Tomorrow morning.” 

“Well, it sounds like you’re about six weeks along,” the obstetrician explained, pulling on a pair of clean gloves. “Let’s get the ultrasound going so you guys can hear the heartbeat.” 

You squeezed Bakugo’s hand excitedly. He sat beside you, watching the doctor’s every single movement like a hawk. She had you lean back and lift up your shirt to expose the little baby bump that was already starting to show. 

“Alright,” she said, pushing the scanner over your lubricated belly and watching the fuzzy screen intently. You had no idea what she was looking at, it just looked like big blotches of black and white moving around. “Oh--there we are!” 

This time, it was Bakugo that squeezed your hand with excitement. You looked over at him, seeing how focused he was on the little screen. 

“Oh, what have we here?” 

You whipped your head back to the doctor. “What is it? Is something wrong?” 

“Looks like you’ve got two buns in your oven,” the obstetrician said, pointing to the screen. “See that? Two heartbeats.” 

“T-twins?” you gasped, feeling Bakugo’s hand go limp in your grasp. “We’re having twins?” 

“Congrats, Mom and Dad,” she said with a grin, clicking off the scanner and cleaning the jelly off of your stomach. “Twins are much more common than you think.” She stood up and stripped off her gloves. “I’ll be right back with some paperwork for the pharmacy and give you two a moment in private.” 

As the door closed behind her, you looked at Bakugo. He was still staring at the little ultrasound still visible on the screen, his mouth slack and his eyes wide. 

“Honey?” you said, tilting your head. “Did you hear what she said?” 

“Twins,” he whispered in awe. 

Your face broke into a smile and you pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “Twins.” 

“So, what’s the special occasion?” Kirishima asked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. 

“Get your feet off of there,” Bakugo snapped, swatting his friend’s feet. “Christ.” 

You chuckled, handing Kaminari and Sero each a beer. “It’s something we’ve been waiting to share with you guys for a couple weeks now.” 

“Are you not going to have a drink with us, Y/N?” Mina asked from the couch, holding up her glass of wine. 

Bakugo moved to stand beside you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. It was rare for him to be this affectionate in front of the rest of the group, but you knew he was too excited. They all looked at the two of you with confused and concerned expressions on their faces, waiting for whatever piece of news you had to share. 

Mina was quick. “Holy shit, you’re joking!” she squealed before you could say anything, kicking her feet excitedly. 

“What are you talking about?” Kirishima said, looking at her with his eyebrows furrowed. “Joking about what--” You could literally see the lightbulb turn on above his head. “Oh, oh! Oh my God, guys! Are you serious?” 

“Yep,” you laughed, patting your belly. Bakugo pressed a kiss against the shell of your ear. 

“Wait, wait,” Kaminari said, holding up his hands. “I’m lost. What’s going on?” 

“C’mon, dude,” Bakugo growled. 

Sero’s eyes looked like they were about to pop right out of his skull. “Congratulations, you two! I was wondering when it was going to happen. I almost had a bet going for it.” 

“A bet for what?” Kaminari whined. 

“Denki,” you said, giving your stomach another exaggerated pat. 

“Stomach?” 

“Yes,” you encouraged, nodding your head slowly. “And…? 

“And...oh, holy shit!” 

“There he goes,” Kirishima laughed, patting his friend on the back. He looked back to you and Bakugo with a grin on his face. “That’s amazing. How far along are you? Do you know the gender yet?” 

“Well,” you started, smiling at Bakugo over your shoulder. “That’s not all of it, exactly.” 

Now they were back in the dark again, Mina included. You took a deep breath and felt Bakugo’s arms tighten around you. “We’re having twins.” 

“Twins!” Mina screeched, jumping up out of her seat and clobbering you in an excited hug. 

“Hey, hey, easy,” Bakugo warned, hostility lacing his words. “Be careful with the mother of my children, alright?” 

A surge of warmth spread through you, all the way from the top of your head down to the tips of your toes. Mother of his children. It had a very nice ring to it, and hearing it from his lips only made it that much sweeter. You reached around and tenderly kissed his cheek. 

“Whatever you guys need, please let us know,” Kirishima said as he stood up and clapped a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. “I mean it. Whatever you need. We’re all here for you.” 

“Thank you, guys,” you said, unable to hide the crack in your voice as a lump formed in your throat. Tears came not a second later. “I’m sorry, everything makes me cry nowadays.” 

“I don’t envy you there, Bakugo,” Kaminari said with a grin. “But I second what Kirishima said.” 

The rest of the evening was spent talking about possible baby names, planning the eventual baby shower, and anything else under the sun that had to do with babies. As you sat on the couch, nestled into Bakugo’s side and casually running a hand over your growing belly, surrounded by friends and loved ones, you knew that no matter what happened, you and Bakugo would be alright. 

You had to admite, the idea of having two little miniature Katsukis running around delighted you in a way that would most definitely frighten anyone else. 

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

Your Reiner + The Kids content keeps popping up on my page and I just think it's so cute! Could you write a little something for a sick day with the kids? Whether it be you being sick and Reiner and the Kids taking care of you, or the kids get sick at school and you and Reiner take care of them? 🙏

Of course! I'd love to, especially since you asked so nicely💛 The two scenarios you mentioned seemed really fun so I decide to do them both.

You're sick and Reiner takes care of you but his cousins get sick too.

{ Reiner x reader | tw:vomiting, tw: sickness | fluff, comfort | modern }

{ "The Quiet Hour" 1913 by Albert Chevallier Tayler 1862-1925 }

When the kiddos get sick

It was around noon when Reiner got a call from his cousins' school mentioning Gabi. Having listed himself as her emergency number, Reiner wasted no time in leaving work to go pick her up.

She was waiting at the nurse's office when he arrived, face looking paler than usual and lacking her usual energy, she seemed tired and looked like she just ran a marathon. Reiner felt his heart drop.

To her side, was Falco looking just as worried while attempting to comfort her but not knowing how. When he sees Reiner, he looks at him in desperation as a plea to help.

And that's the story Reiner told you when you came back home that day to him making chicken soup. Gabi on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her and a box of tissue to her left.

To her right, Falco was coaxing her into finishing the glass of juice that Reiner made, saying how important fluids are.

You took her temperature, thankfully it wasn't so high. Before going out to the pharmacy to get some medication, you could see how hard she's trying to push through the sickness and act like it's not there.

Moving Gabi to the bed instead was easier than usual, she still attempted to fight Reiner, insisting she's fine but soon enough ran out of energy.

You and Falco stayed by her side and spoon fed her some chicken soup and other healthy stuff, convincing her eat the vegetables was the hardest. Meanwhile Reiner went to her house to pick up some stuff, she'd be staying with you since her parents were away for the week and he had a spare key.

After school hours, it was only Zofia who showed up with Zeke and Pieck. Apparently Udo's mom caught wind of Gabi's sickness and didn't allow him to go.

Pieck brought enough stuff to distract Gabi and spoil her with snacks, while Zeke took her temperature and symptoms again. Having some experience in the medical field himself, everyone calmed down when he reassured them it's just a fever.

The rest of the day flew by with you all surrounding Gabi, taking her mind off of the sickness and just generally being there for her and showing her how cared about she is.

Around night-time, after Zeke and Pieck took advantage of Reiner's willingness to cook. They decided to head back, taking Zofia with them to drop her off after she promised to bring all missing assignments to Gabi, you don't know if it was a promise or a threat judging by Gabi's reaction.

Colt showed up around midnight, having just finished his shift at work. He too checked on Gabi before saying goodbye and taking Falco with him, who promised he'd visit everyday, you and Reiner knew it's a promise he'll keep.

Letting Gabi have the bed, you and Reiner crashed on the couch, him laying down with you on top of him. You took turns checking on Gabi in the middle of the night.

The rest of the week while she recovered flew by quickly. Falco keeping his promise and showing up everyday, Zofia bringing her all the homework and convincing the teachers to go easy on her since she's sick, Udo video calling her from home to do help her do her homework, definitely not giving her the answers.

Other people dropped by on different days, Bertolt and Annie showing up. Porco "stopping by" every two days, sometimes with Pieck.

Even when her symptoms disappeared and she seemed to get better, Reiner insisted that she still needs a couple days to recover and Zeke backed him up on that.

You were her last hope, knowing you can sway Reiner too, so Gabi attempted her puppy eyes on you but as much as your back was hurting from sharing the couch with Reiner, you said no. She still needs rest.

A Gabi who didn't go outside for a week is a really grumpy Gabi, but you and Reiner had to manage.

When she finally got better, she spent the whole day outside running around and climbing trees, she was going wild with the biggest smile on her face. The other three attempting to keep up with her

Everything was going really well...too well.

It wasn't until you saw Falco sneezed that a feeling of dread settled in you.

The next day, you had 3 missed calls. Two from Udo's mom, one from Zofia's and a text from Colt.

Oh.

When you get sick

At first you thought it was just one of those days where getting out of bed seemed impossible. Just moving your arm to get up was too exhausting, the weather around you switching between being cold and hot every couple seconds.

Just opening your eyes was too much, you called out for Reiner but your voice was too quiet and sore. Attempting to rise it resulted in a coughing fit.

Well Ironicly it did the job, it was loud enough that he heard you from the other room and came in with some water. He seemed really worried and his hand supported your back so you could sit up, he took your temperature.

You were burning up, his hold tightened on you before telling you to rest, it's okay he won't leave your side.

And he was true to his words, he took a couple days off work and stayed by your side. Giving you food he made, making you something warm to drink for your throat, hugging you close to his chest when everything was hurting too much.

You didn't have to move a finger, he'd literally go make you something to eat at 3am if you felt like it. He'd sit behind you on the bed while helping you eat.

The next day when his cousins visited, Reiner explained to them that you're sick and can't get up, also that your room is off limits to them from now on.

Well, the second he walked out the door to go buy some more meds and tissus, it was Gabi who literally ran to your room slamming the door open.

And that's how Reiner came back to four children cuddling you in bed, Gabi telling you stories about her adventures, Falco getting you water, Udo making sure you have enough blanket and pillows and lastly Zofia digging all the snacks from the cupboards and bringing them to you.

He thought about scolding them, but seeing how happy you looked as they told you about how Zofia managed to get the class out of taking a test by tricking the math teacher into talk about her recent trip overseas, made him just smile instead.

But he still made them all wear masks and wash their hands properly.

You spend most of the days asleep, not aware of the visitors that came and went. Occasionally waking up at 2am to find Reiner sleeping in a chair next to the bed, a glass of water nearby.

While reaching for the glass, you noticed a badly made origami letter being held together by stickers, signed by his cousins to you.

It was a letter the four of them made, for you to get well soon. You could distinguish who wrote what by the different handwritings, Udo's being in Cursive.

And somehow that helped make you feel better more than any ibuprofen could. It even had more stickers for you to use in the inside of it, something pharmaceutique companies should look into copying

When the weather is warm enough, Reiner would take you out to the park or garden to get some fresh air. Making sure you wear a mask and wear something comfortable and warm, his cousins would play while you too sit on the bench, his arm wrapped around you protectively.

Gabi and Udo would bring you all the cool rocks they find, hoping their coolness will cure you. While Falco and Zofia brought you the really pretty flowers with nice smells.

Reiner had your hand in his lap, holding it close and rubbing his thumb over it. Occasionally asking if you're alright or need something.

[killuwumi]

Exceptions

a/n: a fic that not a single soul asked for, nor is it my usual bsd content but since i've been so inactive i figured its better than nothing. genshin content from your local lesbian woop woop

Ningguang x Fem Reader

Warning | Slight possessiveness, mentions of injury  

It was late night when you decided to take a walk around the harbor, Liyue never exactly died down, the night life was equally as busy, just with a different crowd.

Tavern noises could be heard from all up and down the streets, it was a stress reliever for a lot of workers and even some merchants who were tired of the day to day.

Why you were walking alone at night? Ningguang could only guess you had a destination in mind as she looked at you from one of the many terraces overlooking the streets.

You seemed to be lost in thought, wandering and occasionally bumping into things or people. It peaked her curiosity. She gracefully walked, her hand gently skimming the red railing as she glided along.

Archons, exhaustion was finally starting to catch up with you. You held your stomach as you slide down, back to a wall. Recently you were sent on a quest that was long, and involved a lot of fighting and traveling. Before you eventually found yourself in Liyue, experiencing restless nights.

Normally Ningguang would be in bed by now, seeing as it was late and she always had a busy schedule. However, being a friend of yours, she had been wondering where you were these past few weeks. So when she asked around, naturally she found out that someone had sent you on a very long quest in exchange for a large amount of mora and supplies.

Ningguang scoffed at the thought of you putting yourself in danger for mora, don't you know she has plenty? Don't you know she would give it to you if you so much as mentioned it in a passing comment?

She didn't want to admit it to herself but she loved you. For a long time she thought herself to be incapable of love, her only sights being set on mora, and her only "love" being the Jade Chamber. Until you went and brought all her ideals crashing down.

Ningguang adored the idea of letting you stay with her, letting you get taken care of by the maids and living a nice, less dangerous lifestyle. But she knew you wouldn't stand for it. Still, it never stopped her from dreaming, and always requesting to see you whenever possible.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling unwell?" She finally decided to walk over and check up, when she snapped out of her daydream.

You recognized that voice instantly, as if it were your own. Ningguang, or as she always said, you could call her Ning. Honestly, the weeks you had been gone, you thought about sending back to Ning that you were okay, because you desperately wanted to hear from her again.

"Yea..yeah. I'm okay, thank you Ningguang." Your voice was rasp and Ningguang could tell. But you didn't see her small wince of disgust when you didn't call her Ning.

"Please don't lie to me dear. Come with me." She offered a hand to you, you looked so sweet tilting your head to look up at her. A gentle smile crossing your face.

Ningguang knew there was no words in any language to describe how she felt for you, love? No, something more. But she'll settle with the underwhelming definition of love for now.

With Ningguang helping you up, she never let go of your hand, you looked away to the side at the floor, you knew your face was red. She did too, but knew better than to mention such an embarrassing thing. Though she found it immeasurably cute.

As you walked through the streets of Liyue, you watched the way Ningguang's dress swung, and the way that people looked at the two of you. When people would wave, Ningguang always gave a friendly wave back, and a small smile.

You finally realized where you were going and the night only got darker when the two of you finally got to the Jade Chamber. Ningguang never brought guests up here, not even maids. She cleaned and tidied herself. Despite that, she would always entertain the idea of it being yours and hers.

"Here, I want you to stay here for the night." She finally let go of your hand, and opened the luxurious double doors of the Jade Chamber for you.

She was so straight forward, it was flustering. "Ning, I know what this place means to you, I really wouldn't want to inva-"

"Sweetheart please, rest your head here. It would be my pleasure to help you." You had no idea where to look when you entered, it was beautiful, exquisite and it clearly showed Ningguang's great taste.

You finally settled down in the prettiest room you've ever been in, Ningguang sat at the vanity doing her nightly routine. "Are you feeling any better? Do you need anything, love?"

Her nicknames for you were always so sweet and loving, it really didn't help your feelings for her. You really were in love with her.

"Yes I'm feeling great, I believe my wounds have settled down." You were too busy focusing on the fancy lounge wear Ning had given you to notice her scrunched face, shaped into a scowl.

"Why didn't you tell me you were wounded? Let me take care of you." Getting up from the vanity, she saw you holding your stomach.

"Ning it's fine, really I'm okay. Please don't go out of your wa-" She seemed to have a habit of cutting you off with her actions. It seemed that she was preoccupied with her thoughts.

In her hands she held a small box that she slipped out from underneath the bed, a first aid kit. With only the finest medicines from the pharmacy.

Without warning she pulled you toward the edge of the bed, and sat on the ground facing your stomach.

"May I?" A light question, in response you nod slowly, watching her hands.

She lightly lifted the top she gave you from her wardrobe, the soft silk on her hands looked heavenly.

Her hands danced around your torso as she wrapped the bandages around you. She applied medicine that should help kill some of the pain and help it heal faster.

Finally finishing the wrapping, she slid the box back under the bed, and got up, one hand on her knee.

"Y/N Goodnight, I will check up on you in the morning." She turned to leave but before her hand reached the door handle, Ningguang felt a hand on hers.

"Ning..can..can you stay please?" It was hard to ask her to stay after she had already done so much for you.

"Of course I can, love. Would you like to share the bed tonight. I believe it's big enough to suit the both of us." Her smile was so warm. It made your heart melt.

"Yes..please."

It was real and true bliss to be cuddled up with Ningguang. She thought the same thing about you. How peacefully you slept in her arms, like it was the only place you were ever meant to lay.

You could hear a soft whisper of "I love you" before your dreams began.

[to-hell-and-beyond]

“On The Inside”

Samantha LaRusso x Female Reader

Requested: Yes : No

Request: Sam x fem! Tory’s sister! reader? Enemies to lovers please! Btw, I’m Cherry anon, but call me Cherry!- Cherry

OMG! A Cherry Anon ask! Sorry this took so long, I’m actually pretty proud on how this turned out.

Summary: What first starts out as protecting your sister turns into a full on Karate Battle. Little did you know what a kiss can do...

Words: 2375

“Y/n!” Your sister screamed. She had never wanted this to happen to you. Karate was her thing, in order to protect you. But here you were lying on the cold hard floor, bleeding. It was her fault, if she had just let you go and not drag you into this you could still be ok. It all started with a fight…

“I just don't want to treat Miguel like you treat everyone else!’ Sam shouted at your sister, as  she pointed her finger at her.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Tory shouted enraged. How dare this brat come here and mess with her love life and then accuse her?

“Tory?” You called out from the back door. Both girls then turned their attention to you. Standing there before was a girl, with the most beautiful hair you have ever seen. She kinda looked like a goddess. You both locked eyes before your sister interrupted.

“It’s nothing Y/n, let’s go in now.” She told you as she pushed you past the LaRusso girl. You tried to ask your sister more about her but she wouldn't budge.

“I just want to be no more Tory.”

“You want to know more?” Tory asked as she got up from the couch. “Shure I’ll tell you more. That girl is one of those rich stuck up girls, I tell you to stay away from. She’s a bitch that thinks she’s better than everyone else and can get all in my face.”

Tory then finished her rant and walked away, leaving you to stand in the middle of the living room. Was Sam really all those things? Guess beauty is really on the inside.

You were walking to school like you always do before you looked to see some of the popular students. With them was Sam. You frowned, still thinking about what your sister had just told you about her.

“You’re Y/n right? We have biology.” Sam said as she came up to you. One hand on her hip as she flashed an award winning smile at you.

“Um, Yes. Can you, um leave me alone please?” You quietly asked as his smile turned into a frown. 

“What? Why?” She kept on asking as she blocked your way. She had just met you now, why did you want her to leave?

“My sister told me to stay away from you.” Just as you said those words clicked in her mind. You were the girl that called Tory’s name, Tory must be your sister that’s why you must have wanted her to leave.

“Wait, your Tory’s sister?! So you're just gonna listen to every word that comes out of her mouth? Like some sort of pet?” You were outraged that she had even said those words. 

“Excuse me? My sister told me to stay away from you because she knew you would act like this, and it's really disgusting that you do.” You told her as you pushed past her to make your way to school.

From that point on you and Sam were enemies. You weren’t as bad as her and your sister, but you two still had bad blood. What was worse is that no matter what she did you still had feelings for her. Even when she said those bad things to your Sister you still liked her. And for that you hated her.

“I have another Karate practice, so make sure to pick up Mom’s pills ok?” You’re sister told you as she grabbed her bag and handed you the prescription.

Next thing you knew you were standing in front of West Valley pharmacy. You waited for it to be your turn as you looked and checked your texts on your phone. The line wasn’t moving that fast  as you would like so it looked like you were going to be there for a while.

“Yes Mom...Don’t worry...I’ll be fine...Love you to.” You heard the familiar voice of Samantha LaRusso behind you. Yu locked eyes as she moved to stand behind her.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. Why on planet earth would a spoiled rich girl be standing in line for medication. Maybe she was a drug addict?

“I could ask you the same thing.” She fired back as you two waited for the line to move.

“Hey Rick.” You said as you passed the familiar pharmacist the prescription. He smiled up before handing you the orange bottles.

“Make sure your Mom takes it twice a week right?” You nodded as he flashed you a smile. Sam looked you way as he mentioned your Mom but you ignored her. You didn’t need to add fuel to the fire.

You waited outside as you texted your sister when practice would be over. She had the car and the next bus wouldn’t be available till 8. The ringing of the bell chiming, made you look up from your phone to Samantha LaRusso coming towards you.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I had no idea that your Mom was so sick.” You looked down as she apologized. You didn’t really believe that it was from her heart and you really didn’t need her sympathy.

“Well it's not like I wear a shirt saying “Hello, my Mom is super sick” Sam.” You fired back. She looked down before looking up to meet your eyes again.

“I-I just want to tell you Y/n that the way I’ve been treating you is wrong. My fight is between me and your sister. You're being the good sister standing up for her like that, I’m the one at fault and I’m so sorry.” She apologized, but this time it seemed to be from her heart.

“Tell that to Tory then.” You spat as you turned around to go back to your phone. If she really wanted your sympathy, that apology thing she was doing was not going to work.

“I promised my Mom I would drop this off at my friends house. She lives close to you, I can walk with you if you’d like. I know how scary those streets can be when you're alone.” You thought about it for a minute. It would be nice to not have to wait for your sister and if anything ahppens there’s always Tory to help you.

“Alright.” You agreed as the two of you began to walk. It was silent for most of the walk until Sam suddenly stopped walking and turned around to face you.

“I know this is probably really personal and you don't have to answer it. It’s just-there’s a few rumors going around that you like girls and well...I was wondering if it was true.” You scowled as she asked you the question.

“I do, so what?” You snapped as you crossed your arms to look as intimidating as you could. You couldn’t care less what this girl thought of you.

“What did Tory think about it?” Sam asked.

“Why the hell do you care!?” You shouted outraged. Couldn’t she keep all these questions to herself? It's not like you were playing 20 questions here.

“S-sorry I just wanted to now…” She turned around as you both began to walk. She actually kinda looked hurt. Maybe she was actually sorry?

“She was ok with it.” Your answer surprised Sam as she looked up back at you. “That’s actually the reason she joined Cobra Kai. One time a bunch of homaphobic guys came and they beat me up. Tory was mad that she couldn’t protect me so she joined Cobra Kai. Don't get me wrong I was happy, but I just don’t need her to protect me all the time, you know? I’m my own person.” She nodded along agreeing with you.

“But seriously Sam, why do you ask?” You turned around to face the girl as she stared down.

“W-well, there’s this girl at school and I t-think I might like it. I’m just kinda scared. I thought I was straight but here I am.” You felt sympathy for the girl understanding how hard figuring out one's Sexuality’s can be.

“Well I’m here if you need anything.” And true to your word you were. You and Sam began to hang out more and more in private and next thing you knew you actually had formed a crush on the girl. You weren’t sure that she also felt the same way but your feelings were there. 

“Moon’s hosting a party, If you want to come.” You sister invited you. You had actually become kinda close with her fellow Cobra Kais. They were really nice and you felt like a part of their dysfunctional family. 

You guessed the alcohol had taken a toll on you as you found yourself in the backyard of Moon’s home. You didn’t want to be a part of the Cobra Kai vs Miyagi-do energy that was inside. You supported your sister and the rest of the Cobra Kai’s but you didn’t want to be a part of that.

“Hey Y/n.” Sam said as she came over to you and sat down beside you. You flashed her a  sweet smile. You had seen her with Robby and you were kind of jealous. You had liked her longer than that guy had been now she existed.

“ Are you and Robby a thing?” You asked as you took a sip from your cup. Jealous friend/crush mode was now on.

“Robby? Oh no, he’s like my Brother to me and I didn’t tell you this but he totally swings there other way.” You both laughed. Yes you may have been jealous of the guy, but you were glad he knew at least who he was when it came to that. Just imagine the double dates you guys could have…

“Y/n?” Your dreams about dates were interrupted by the sweet voice of Sam. You looked at the way his lips were slightly parted and the way his hair was flowing in the wind.

“Yah Sam?” You breathed as you moved to be closer to her.

“Remember I told you about my crush on that girl?” You nodded, it was the same day you had become friends. What a wonderful day that was…

“That girl...it was you.” Sam whispered as she captured your lisp in hers. There were sparks flying everywhere as you two go more and more passionate about your kiss. Little did you know that you weren’t the only ones there…

Tory was uspatires looking for the extra cups Moon had asked her to get. She was interrupted by the view of her sister making out with the one and only Samantha LaRusso. Tory’s hatred of the girl had ever been as bad as it was at that very moment. That little rich girl and corrupted her sister, brainwashed her. This was just the beginning...that it was.

You were seated in biology class, sitting right beside your new girlfriend Sam. You both mindlessly listened to the announcements before it started to break up. You looked at each other wondering what was going on.

“Samantha LaRusso.” You both froze as you heard the familiar voice of Tory. “You know what you did, and now you’re going to pay for it.” The students around you began to whisper as all the color drained from your face. Had Tory seen you kiss Sam?

“I’m coming for you, bitch!” You were frozen to your seat and Sam rushed out to go find Tory. You knew one thing for a fact...This was not going to end well…

“I saw what you did at the Party.” You pushed past people to try to get to your girlfriend and Sister before a fight broke out but the people around you wouldn't budge.

“You kissed Y/n.” You stood frozen as the students around you began to “Oooh”. Your sister knew for a fact that you never wanted your school to find out you like girls. But she was telling everyone as she looked like she was stalking her prey. 

“Tory!” You screamed, but that apparently I did nothing as Sam froze to look at you as Tory tried to kick her. And just like that an entire fight broke out. People all around you pushing and kicking and punching as you tried to make your way to the girls fighting on the stairs. 

You were worried that Tory was going to hurt Sam or worse. You loved your sister but this had to stop. Nobody needed to get hurt.

“Tory! Tory c’mon stop!” You yelled on the top of your lungs as you pushed past more people. You saw that Miguel and Robby were fighting on the top of the staries, and that Hawk and Demitri were always fighting. Everything seemed to be going to hell.

“Y/n!” Tory yelled. She had kicked Sam making her hit the banister where you were, meaning kicking you off. They say that falling is like rewatching your life. But it wasn’t like that, you were watching a different life. A life where Tory and Sam got along and there was no Karate War. A good life you wished you had.

The crack echoed through the school as you landed on the staries. Blood escaped from your head, you knew you were going to die right then and there. Everyone stood frozen as they looked at your body laying on the ground. Sam was the first moving pushing past Tory to get to her girlfriend.

“Y/n! Y/n! C’mon wake up!” She cried as your body lay flat like that. The only sign of life was your small breaths and the fall and rise of your stomach. Tory stood there speechless as she watched the paramedics make your way to you. This was not supposed to happen. She was supposed to help you not cause you harm. 

Everyone stood still as they transported your body to the hospital. But doing so they left a bunch of morning students. A heartbroken girlfriend, a guilt ridden sister, Karate students wishing that none of this had happened. But no matter how much wishing they did, you were still unconscious, in the ambulance on your way to the hospital.