#i stayed up late reading fanfic last night and now I'm super tired

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Is it okay if you write a fanfic about Peter living with Tony and with a high fever. This leads him to be delirious and attacks Tony because he thinks he a villain that is trying to kill him. I'm sorry if it's too much to ask, it's just hard to find a good fanfic with a similar plot to that.

This took me a few days, but I’ve got you!  

Fever Terror -happyaspie (also on AO3)

Warnings: None    Rated: T    Wordcount: 4290

Tags: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Sickfic, Fever Dreams, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parkers Parental Figure ...  ....

The morning light was just starting to peek through Peter's cracked curtains when the alarm on his phone rang out pulling him from sleep.  Without ever lifting his head that was still faceplanted into his pillow, he haphazardly felt around on his bedside table in an attempt to get ahold of the device so that he could quiet the annoyingly disruptive noise.  After knocking several papers to the floor and tipping over a thankfully empty cup he managed to get a hold of the phone only to drop it instantly into the space between his bed and the nightstand.  "Fantastic," he grumbled to himself while reaching his arm into the tight space to fish out the offending item and finally shut off the alarm.

Once the room had grown silent again, Peter's eyes began to drift closed again.  The peace only lasted for a handful of minutes before May was knocking on his door.

"I'm up, Aunt May" he mumbled and then forced himself to sit up, scrubbing his hands up and down his face as he did so.  Soon after, he realized that he was more than a little groggy from a lack of sleep, he was sore from his head to his toes and there was a dull ache settling behind his eyes.  He vaguely wondered if he was coming down with something and wondered if he should stay home from school.  A glance at the date on the cracked screen on his phone made his decision for him.  It was Friday.  Not just any Friday, it was an 'internship' Friday and that meant spending the weekend with Tony.   On top of that, it was the day his class was meant to be taking a fitness test in gym.  He couldn't miss class.  His gym grade was iffy already.  He'd gone a little overboard in his attempts to hide his enhancements.  He was only a handful of points away from failing the class and really, who fails gym?

 "You could have scheduled a retake on the fitness test, you know," Ned unhelpfully stated as they slowly exited the boy's locker room.  

Peter sighed and nodded his head.  "Yeah but I'd rather get it over with and if I'd stayed home then May wouldn't let me stay with Mr. Stark.  Besides, I have a healing factor and super strength, I'm sure I'll be fine.  I just need a nap or something," he said, thankful that the coach started issuing instructions before his friend could say anything else.

As it were, taking the fitness test while not feeling well was both a blessing and a curse.  He ended up not having to do a whole lot of faking it when it came to downplaying his abilities.  After easily finishing the mile run at a leisurely human pace, intentionally letting go of the rope before making it to the top and jumping just slightly higher than Ned, he found himself unexpectedly sweating and struggling to complete the required fifty sit-ups in the allotted time frame.  

"What's the matter, Penis?" Flash snarked from beside him.  "You can't finish fifty measly sit-ups?  Even Ned managed to do more than that. Might need to change your name to Puny Parker."

"Knock it off, Flash.  We all know you lied on your exam card.  There's no way you did ninety-eight sit-ups in five minutes," Ned defended and Peter was grateful, he still needed to do at least seven more sit-ups and he wasn't sure he could do that, deal with Flash and breathe at the same time at the moment.  As such, he continued to only focus on getting his abdominal muscles to cooperate with him, missing whatever Flash had sneered in return.

The remainder of the exam was blessedly easy.  A few stretches and a BMI measurement were manageable.  Even so, the moment they were released to change clothes again, Peter thought he might actually cry.  He was just glad that gym was the last class of the day.  Once he was rinsed off and in his regular clothes, he sat down on the bench, closed his eyes, and drained the water bottle he'd just refilled.

"Dude, you look like crap,"  Ned observed as he plopped himself down beside his friend on the bench.

"Thanks, man.  You're the best," Peter grumbled in response.  When he looked beside him and saw the worry on his friend's face, he sighed.  "I'm fine.  I just tired.  I'll sleep in the car on the way to Mr. Stark's and feel better by the time I get there," he said with a wave of his hand.  Ned gave a dubious look but dropped the subject and soon enough the bell was ringing, signaling the end of the day.

The nap in the car did nothing for Peter's aching body.  It also did nothing for the pain behind his eyes or the mild nausea that had been building since the beginning of the car ride.  That didn't stop him from putting on a happy face and bouncing into the lab, though.  "Hey, Mr. Stark!  What are we going to be doing this weekend?  Do you think we'll have time to look at the web-settings in the suit?  I think I might have an idea for a new combination that would-" he rattled off while dropping his backpack and crossing the distance between himself and his mentor.

"-Are you sick?" Tony interjected before Peter could finish his rambled request, "Because you look like crap."

Peter stopped dead in his tracks.  He wasn't sure why he thought he would be able to hide anything from Tony.  The man noticed every detail of every little thing but that didn't stop him from making excuses.  "I had gym and we did this really stupid fitness test.   Maybe I need a shower before we start," he stuttered, then turned on his heels and rushed out of the room before Tony could comment.

Looking into the bathroom mirror, Peter finally understood Ned, Tony, and surprisingly, Happy's concerned inquiries.  His hair was still damp with sweat, his cheeks were both bright red and pale at the same time and his eyes looked glossy.  He really did look like crap.  He hoped the shower would help with that or at minimum, ease the soreness in his joints.  However, neither of those things happened.  He stepped out of the shower looking just as miserable as he had when he'd stepped in.  Maybe even worse.

As Peter walked out of the bedroom he spotted Tony sitting on the couch and was slightly taken aback.  He'd assumed the man would stay in the lab and wait for him.   "Mr. Stark?" he asked as he rounded the corner.

"Hey, kiddo.  You-" Tony began with the intention of asking the kid if he was sure he was feeling okay but he paused mid-sentence when the teenager flopped down beside him and leaned into his side already proclaiming that 'he didn't feel good.'

"Yeah.  I thought not," Tony replied with a soft smile as he allowed the boy to burrow into him.  "That's why I came back up here to check on you."

As much as Peter wanted to tell the man that checking on him hadn't been necessary, he didn't.  Now that he was sitting beside him, he was actually really glad his mentor was there and he didn't have to trek all the way back down to the lab.   He wasn't sure why he felt so terrible but for some reason, having Tony's arm wrapped protectively around his body made him feel a little batter.  He sat there quietly, soaking up the comfort for several minutes before sitting up with a sigh.    "Can I have some juice or something please?"

"You know you don't have to ask, Buddy.  Just go get what you want," Tony returned with a laugh.  He found it amusing that the kid had been coming over for months and still asked permission to get anything out of the kitchen.  Every time.  

When Peter returned moments later and curled right back up on the couch beside him, Tony sighed.  Clearly he wasn't going to be getting any more work done in the lab.  "I guess I'll start up some movies, we can work in the lab tomorrow if you're feeling up to it, alright?" he siad more than questioned and it was no shock to him when Peter nodded his head and requested Star Wars.

Two movies, another glass of juice, and a bowl of soup later, Peter was more than ready to go to bed.  The problem was it was Friday and going to bed at ten on a Friday was practically unheard of.  Usually, he took advantage of the weekends and stayed up entirely too late.  Especially when he was with Tony.  It was rare for them to go anywhere near a bed before one or two in the morning but when he could no longer keep his eyes open he finally gave. "Is it okay if I go to bed now?" he asked.   "I'm sorry, I'm-"

"You're sick, kid.  If you're tired you should sleep," Tony replied before Peter could finish his unnecessary apology.   "Let's check your temperature again before you head off, though," he added before sticking the digital thermometer under the kid's tongue for what was probably the eightieth time in the last several hours.  "That's not too bad," he said with a half-smile as he read the numbers to himself.  "Here, take your fever reducers and I'll wake you up so we can check your temperature again before I go to sleep, deal?"

"Mhmm" Peter agreed even though he felt like the constant temperature checks were ridiculous.  His fever hadn't changed since he'd taken the first dose of medication after his shower. He wasn't going to argue though.  He simply took the pills, said good night, and laid down in his bed, where he fell into what to become a restless and uneasy sleep.

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Peter was sitting on the edge of a highrise casually eating a hotdog while looking over the familiar Burrough.  It was cold outside and after some time he was starting to wonder why the heater in his suit wasn't working.  He could feel the chill starting to crawl up his spine, making him shiver.  He threw the mask back over his head so that he could contact Tony and let him know it needed to be repaired when out of nowhere, someone grabbed him by the legs and tied him up.  He tried to shoot his webs at the unseen assailant but they weren't' working either.  He began to flail leading him to unwittingly fall right off the edge of the building.  With no way to catch himself, he landed on the cement, sending shockwaves of pain through his body.

He lay there for several seconds, spitting out the blood that was pooling in his mouth from where he'd bit his tongue,  before realizing that there was a shadow looming over him.  The person was back-lit and he couldn't see their features but he assumed it was the same person who had tried to capture him up on the roof, so he rapidly sat up and started to scramble backward as best he could but his legs were still bound.  Once he'd hit a wall, he whimpered as the shadowed figure kneeled in front of him and reached towards his face.

He knew that without functioning web-shooters he was going to have to rely on his strength and immediately started swinging.  Within seconds he was able to strike the person's face and for the first time ever, the sound of his balled-up fist making contact with the other person's skin made his stomach clench and vomited without warning.  

As he continued to gag into his own lap he could hear voices but he was able to look up to see where they were or what they were doing.   All he was able to determine was that one was male and one was female.  When his stomach had finished contracting he sat there and squeezed his eyes shut waiting for someone to grab ahold of him as he tried to catch his breath.  Just as he was sure that the anticipation was going to kill him, he heard the sound of Iron Man's thrusters approaching.

Mere seconds later he felt the cool metal of the armor grab his shoulder and opened his eyes.  Relief washed over him and he was just about to fall into Tony's arms when the faceplate lifted.  Though rather than seeing the welcome face of his mentor, he was met with the piercingly green eyes of the Vulture and he panicked.  Somehow The Vulture had stolen Tony's suit and was going to use it against him.  He began to kick his legs and throw punches but the grip on his shoulder didn't loosen.  Instead, it held tighter than ever and he quickly realized that he was being lifted up and practically dragged to a new location.  

He frantically looked around himself trying to figure out where they were going and how he was going to get away.   Knowing that he couldn't let the Vulture take flight, he went limp, dropping his full weight to make himself harder to transport,  all the while grasping at anything he could get his hands on in order to anchor himself.  Expect everything he grabbed slipped through his fingers.  He resorted to squeezing and kicking the armor instead.  None of that worked and the next thing he knew he was being thrust under an outpouring of freezing cold water.  

The icy water came as such a shock that he pulled a gasped breath in and was unable to release it for several seconds.  He was drowning.  He couldn't breathe, the Vulture was using Tony's suit to hold him under the relentless spray and no matter how much he fought and thrashed he couldn't get free.  It took a while but the second he felt like he could take a breath, he started to scream.   "Tony!  Help me!  Please!  Mr. Stark!" he shouted over and over again until he no longer had the strength to get the words out and was forced to fall silent.  At that point, he stopped struggling.  He had nothing left to give.

As his body fell lax against the stolen Iron Man suit Peter closed his eyes and whimpered.  Normally the armor made him feel safe and comforted but know who was inside left him feeling lost and afraid.  He tried to pretend that it was Tony in the suit and mumbled his name.  He was surprised when he heard the man's voice calling back to him saying 'You're safe, Pete.  I've got you.  Mr. Stark has you.'  

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Tony had been in his bed casually propped up on the headboard, reading through a few proposals when FRIDAY alerted him that Peter was in distress.  Without further clarification, he bolted out of his own room and down the hall towards the kids.   He opened the boy's door just in time to see him tumble out of the bed and onto the floor.  Noticing the sheet wound around Peter's legs and the blood trailing past his lips, he kneeled down to untangled him and inspect his mouth for injury but before he could get close enough to make contact the teenager's breath quickened and he backed himself up against the bedside table.  

"It's just me, Buddy," Tony said before pulling the sheet away and reaching out to take hold of Peter's chin.  Only before he could make contact the frightened teenager began to thrash and one of his haphazardly thrown punched ended up hitting him solidly in the eye, sending him toppling onto his back.  "I should have expected that," he said to himself, knowing full well that he shouldn't have tried to touch the kid while he was panicking without some sort of acknowledgment.  He took a second to reach up and touch where his eye was starting to throb and hissed through his teeth.  While he knew the teenager had enhanced strength, he'd never been on the receiving end of it before.  He wasn't convinced that his eye socket wasn't fractured.  There wasn't much time to consider it before he heard kid wretching and he managed to look up just in time to see the boy vomiting down his shirt.

"Shit," Tony said to himself.  He'd come into the room, he'd seen that the kid's eyes were open and had assumed that he'd fallen out of bed while having a nightmare and was still trying to recover.  The fact that he'd gone to bed sick hadn't crossed his mind until that very second and at that point, it was all starting to click.  "FRIDAY?  What's his temperature?" he requested despite the fact that he would have preferred to use a thermometer even though he had an advanced AI that was capable of making a similar assessment.  He liked to think that sometimes, the best tool for the job was the simplest.

It only took a few seconds for FRIDAY to read off a number that had Tony cringing with concern.  It seemed that the kid's manageable fever had spiked as he slept.  Knowing that the boy wasn't likely to be cooperative in the state that he was in and not particularly wanting to end up with a second black eye, he opted to call for a suit.  With the servo assistance, he figured he could get them into the shower and cool him down enough to get him back to his senses.

With the armor in place, Tony reached down and grabbed Peter by his shoulder.  He was taken slightly by surprise when the boy's breath slowed at the contact.  Then thinking the worst of it was over he lifted the faceplate only to be met by the kid turning as white as a sheet screaming as though he'd seen a ghost.  "Hey, hey, hey.  Easy, kiddo.  It's just me.  I'm going to pick you up," he announced before hoisting the teenager up onto his feet.

As Tony began to walk Peter became more and more aggressive.  He'd already stopped bearing any of his own weight and had knocked over several things, including a bookshelf in an attempt to get away from his grasp.  The kid had already gone so far as to grab ahold of his armored arm and squeezed so tightly that the suit has warped under the pressure.  He was sure it would bruise and was glad that hadn't been his bare arm.  

"In we go, kiddo," Tony said before firmly grasping the kid around the waist and pinning him down under the spray of the shower that FRIDAY had started for him.  At first, the water was pelting them in the face but after a few struggled adjustments, he was able to readjust their position so that it was landing on their legs and chests instead.  At that point, Peter seemed to find his voice again and began to shout, 'Tony!  Help me!  Please!  Mr. Stark!' repetitively at the top of his lungs while trying to free himself.

Tony offered constant reassurances.  The kid's frantic pleas were causing his heart to ache.  He didn't know what else he could do to help ease the terror that had taken over the boy's consciousness.  That's how they spent the next ten minutes.  Peter screaming for Tony and Tony trying to convince him that he was already there. Though the most heartbreaking part of the whole ordeal was when the boy had finally run out of steam and fell limp onto his chest, still whimpering his name.  "You're safe, Pete.  I've got you," he whispered into the kid's ear.  "Mr. Stark has you."

__________

The moment Peter heard Tony's familiar voice saying 'Mr. Stark has you,' his eyes snapped open and all at once things started to clear up.  Gone was the dark alley and the spout of ice water that had been pouring from a pipe.  Instead, as he looked around, he realized he was in the bathroom that was attached to his bedroom in Tony's penthouse.   He was suddenly unsure of what was real and what wasn't.  When he looked down, he wasn't in his suit, he was in a pair of stained sweatpants.  He tentatively looked behind him, bracing himself for the worst.  He could feel someone holding him and was still unsure of who it was.  His breath quickened for the only moment when he saw the Iron Man armor but relaxed instantly the second he laid eyes on his mentor's face.

"Hey there, Buddy.  You with me now?" Tony asked, not loosening his grasp even after Peter had nodded back at him.  "FRIDAY? Is his temperature back down out of the rafters?" he asked next and when the AI relayed that the kid's temperature was still elevated but no longer dangerously so, he released his hold.  

"What happened?" Peter asked as he shifted his body so that he was laying chest to chest with Tony and curling up in an attempt to avoid the tepid water that was still falling against his back.

"Fever dream," Tony said wishing that he could retract the armor without having to force the kid to get off of him.  "Well, fever terror in this case, I think."

"Am I going to die?" Peter asked with a shudder.  Despite the lowered fever, he still hurt all over and was so exhausted that he could hardly breathe without effort.

"No, Buddy," Tony chuckled before reaching down to push the dripping curls off of the kid's forehead.   "I think we should probably get out of this shower and get you into some dry clothes, though," he said and Peter nodded, though he made no effort to move.   "You've gotta let me up, kiddo," he quietly spoke before helping the listless boy rise to his feet and step out onto the bathroom rug.

After being wrapped up in the giant towel, Peter got his first good look at Tony's swollen eye and bruised arm causing him to panic all over again.  "Did I do that?  Did I hurt you?" he asked, his eyes having gone wide and his lip quivering with feverish emotion.  

"It was my own fault, Kid," Tony said with a half-hearted smile.  "You were panicking and I should have known better than to try to touch you right then."

"I'm so sorry.  I don't- I didn't know it was you.  It was like I was somewhere else and the Vulture was in your suit instead of you and it felt so real," Peer said in an attempt to explain to the man why he'd lased out.  "I thought he'd stole your suit and was trying to drown me."

Tony just nodded his head and wordlessly helped the boy into some pajamas and because Peter's room still reeked of sweat and vomit, he guided his past the mess and down the hallway.  He could feel the boy stiffen under his hand as the entered the master bedroom but he assured him that a bed would be more comfortable than the couch.  When the boy relaxed he helped him under the blankets and handed him a bottle of water and some more medication.  Then after some minor debate, he decided to got find himself an ice pack and lay down on the opposite side of the bed.  He couldn't stop himself from smiling when the kid instantly pressed up against him. "Comfy?"

"Mhmm.  'M tired and you're warm," Peter replied, snuggling in a bit closer.  He was still chilled not only from the prolonged cool shower but the lingering low-grade fever as well.  

Tony chuckled and wrapped his arm around the boy to offer a little bit more warmth and comfort.  "Is that all I am to you?  A warm body?" he quipped but when Peter struggled to answer he had mercy on him and gave him a gentle squeeze.  "I was teasing, Pete.  It's fine.  Go to sleep."

Rather than going to sleep as asked, Peter lay still for several minutes.  He couldn't get past the fact that he'd hurt his mentor.  The man's assurances that he'd been out of his mind when he'd done it were of no help and the guilt was eating at him.  "Hey, Mr. Stark?" he asked, knowing he would be unable to fitfully sleep until he managed to quell the nagging remorse.

"Hmm?", Tony asked, caught slightly off guard.  He'd thought the kid was already asleep and had been on his way there himself.

Peter hesitated for a second and then sighed.  "I'm still really sorry I hit you," he said, turning his head just slightly so that he could see Tony's face.  Though, all that did was cause more guilt to wash over him when he saw the half-melted ice pack still resting on the side of the man's face.

"Yeah well, you can replay me by going to sleep," Tony replied with a smile, "-and not waking up until at least ten.  Preferably fever-free."

"I'll do my best," Peter promised before closing his eyes again.  He still felt awful about the entire incident but Tony was smiling at him and for the time being, that was enough.  He decided he could make it up to him properly when he was feeling more like himself.  Maybe by repairing the armor he was sure he's ruined.  Maybe by swearing to stay home from school the next time he felt like crap.  Maybe both.  He wasn't sure yet.  His thoughts had been cut off by a hand gently threading through his hair, soothing him into a blessedly dreamless sleep.

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

House, M.D. Fanfic (3/?)

First of all, I want to thank you all for the kind feedback. I hope the rest of my story lives up to your expectations! As always, I don't own House. If I did, season 8 would have had partypants.

As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. This chapter is super Huddy. It's is probably one of my favorites, if not the favorite, that I've written so far. It was the first one I wrote to completion. I really hope you like it! It starts at the end of the episode when House first injects Cuddy with the fertility drugs.

Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! Anything in the way of feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy!

"Thank you for the injections."

House studied her for a few moments. "You came all the way up here just to tell me that?" Now he was curious. She wanted something.

"No." And she left.

He'd been thinking about that all afternoon. About the injections. About what she said earlier when he injected her. He told her it should be with someone she trusted, and the first person she had brought up was him. God, he was an idiot. She was going to ask him to be the donor in his office. The initial morphine high had worn off, and he jumped on his bike to confirm his theory.

When she opened the door with her arms crossed in her robe, he couldn't hide the self satisfied smirk. "If you wanted my sperm, all you had to do was ask."

"Are you high? Why would I want your sperm?"

"To make baby Cuddys," he raised an eyebrow. "I was the first person you mentioned when I told you it should be someone you trusted... not some loser kid who likes Mozart and snorts when he laughs. You came up to my office earlier to tell me something... and it wasn't just a thank you for injecting that perfect ass of yours."

She started to deny it, but what was the point? He had her figured out. He always had her figured out. And it was infuriating how he was always right about her. "Ok. You're right, I was going to ask you," she stepped aside to let him enter.

He nodded and stepped inside then. "Changed your mind?"

She was quiet a moment. She hadn't really changed her mind... just chickened out. "Do you want kids, House?" She finally asked.

That question did silence him for a moment as he had to think about the answer. "I would make a horrible father. I'm not rated G. But I've got good genes. Which is something you need to counteract the neurotic genes you'll no doubt pass on."

She looked almost amused. He was deflecting away from the original question... talking his way around a real answer. "You didn't answer my question. Do you want kids?"

He breathed deeply. If he answered this one wrong, he would hurt her. Probably lose any chance he might have with her... lose any chance he might have at not being alone. "Under the right circumstances..."

She arched an eyebrow. "Those circumstances being?"

He shrugged. "Right girl. Right time. Right place. The usual right circumstances."

She rolled her eyes. "Did you come here because you want to be my sperm donor?" She would simply spell it out for him. She was tired of games.

"If I say yes, are you going to hand me a specimen cup and send me to your bathroom?"

She leaned her back against the wall then with a small smile. "No."

"I told you it should be with someone you like."

Her eyes never broke away from his as she answered, "I like you, House."

He tapped his cane on the floor a couple times, thinking things over, trying to make sure his words were right. "So, how do I do this? You set me up an appointment, or what?" He finally asked, meeting her eyes again.

She pushed herself off the wall and moved closer to him. "I can do that, if you want. There are other... more direct ways," she said softly, biting her lip slightly.

He raised an eyebrow. "More direct than taking my best guys and putting them with your best girls and sticking them right into your uterus?" Why was she suddenly so close?

She could feel his breath on her skin as she studied him. It was now or never. "I had something a little more fun in mind. Something... mutually beneficial," she murmured before closing the distance between their lips with a slow kiss.

When he pulled back after a moment, he studied her eyes. He needed to make sure she was sure about this... that there wasn't regret or a sign of her doing this for any other reason other than she genuinely wanted to. When she still didn't pull away and he got the confirmation he needed, he kissed her again, this time rougher, hotter than the first.

Her robe was the first piece of clothing to go, followed shortly by his jacket, as they both fought for control of the situation. His shirt followed when she found her back pressed against the wall, his hands exploring her body freely.

He groaned as she basically flipped their positions, shoving him hard back against the wall, her teeth dragging across his collarbone as they worked their way toward her bedroom. She really did like it rough.

A yelp escaped her as she found herself on her back on the bed with a smile. It had been a long time since she'd given into pure lust and passion like this. Maybe she should have done it sooner. When he moved over her, she allowed him a moment before quickly flipping their positions so she was straddling his hips, her hands against his chest. "Do you want to stop?" She asked in a husky, bedroom voice he'd never heard but suddenly wanted to hear more of.

"Do you?" He countered, his hands lightly rubbing her thighs.

That seemed to be all the permission either needed before fusing their lips together in a searing kiss again.

Sometime after 3, he ran his fingers slowly down her bare back. It took a moment, but she finally lifted her head to look at him, a sleepy but satisfied smile on her lips.

"I should go home. Let you get some real sleep so you can be all administratory later," he murmured softly. "I'm sure I'll try to blow up a patient's heart or something in the name of diagnostics and you'll have to stop me."

She breathed deeply and stretched slowly before turning off her stomach and curling into his side, her leg draped over his thigh. "Mmm... you could stay..." she suggested in a quiet voice.

He chuckled softly. "That's the sex talking. I don't have clean clothes here. And I need a shower before work. Boss tends to get pissy when I'm late."

She smiled slowly. "She'll give you a pass this once."

He gave her a little grin. "I'll stay for no clinic duty this week," he tried.

She laughed softly. "Are you trying to negotiate your way out of clinic duty with sex?"

"Depends. Is it working?" He asked hopefully.

"No," she laughed again, swatting at his chest.

He breathed deeply, fingers lightly running along her bare shoulder. "I really do have to go. Believe it or not, charming my way into your bed was not my intentions when I came over last night."

She inhaled slowly and shifted comfortably under the covers to let him up. "Okay."

He started to untangle himself from her and her sheets. Before he could completely get up, she stopped him. He raised an eyebrow in question, only to have her sit up and kiss him slowly, almost possessively, like she was staking her claim. "You better not be late," she murmured with a smile before laying down to get a couple hours of sleep.

[hopeless-lovex0]

I HAVE A DREAM (PART 14)

Kim Hongjoong Fanfic

Warning: Angst. Cheating. Heartbreak. Cursing. Fluff.

Hello fellow atiny’s and kpop stans 👋🏼 Part 14 of I Have A Dream is here and it's a roller coaster. For anyone confused by the timestamps, I'll give a brief explanation.

(Y/N left for 3 months which would be 3 months into her pregnancy. Ateez moves into the small village for a month and by the time they leave Y/N is already on her 4th month. Throughout her 4th month all the way to the start of her 8th she stayed in the village till finally she moved back to Seoul with her brother to spend her 8th month there till she finally entered her 9th month.)

It's all a little confusing but I hope you guys are still able to understand. With that explained I hope you guys like this weeks update, and I promise next weeks is gonna be wild 😉 Without further ado here's part 14 of IHAD

5 months later...

Various colorful lights and music played all around the city of Seoul, groups of people gathering all over the place. Multiple banners hanged all over the streets, some promoting different idols others promoting food or drinks.

In the middle of the bustling city stood a very pregnant woman, her big belly covered by a light pink thick sweater and black jacket. She waddled her ways towards a small cafe located a couple of ways away from her brother's apartment.

Y/N felt too exposed, the amount of people around her was way more than the people back in the village. To her that small village miles away was considered home, the small brick house holding so many meaningful memories in such a short time.

After the guys and her brother had left, Y/N continued her life as normal or as normal a 4-month pregnant woman could get. She continued to go to work, Mrs. Park pestering her 10x as much since she didn't have someone to care for her like her brother. She could take care of herself, but once in a while she missed her brother massaging her ankles, or wooyoung and Jongho trying their hardest to make her laugh.

In the time that they were gone, Y/N had managed to make more friends. She meet Kyung Mi’s girlfriend, the two of them complementing each other perfectly. She also meet the rest of Mrs. Park's family, Mr. Park accepting her into their comfortable home with open arms. She felt so at home with them and she honestly doesn't know how she'll be able to be away from them while in Seoul.

During her 6th month, Y/N made her way to Seoul to visit the hospital she was planning on giving birth in. She only stayed for a week, and that week was the best one in her life.

She reunited with the guys again, swarming her in a group hug the minute they visited her in her brother's apartment. They took her out to eat that day, as if they were celebrating something enormous. Thinking back on it now, she laughs at the memory.

She talked to each one of them whenever they could, San calling and texting her almost every night. Sometimes they would talk about meaningless things, other nights they would talk about their future. He asked her if she considered having more children after the first one, to which she answered just one more. She asked him if he ever wanted children, to which he answered 2.

Every question they asked each other seemed to compliment each others answer. San wanted a small wedding in his home town, something that Y/N encouraged. Y/N wanted a honeymoon in Venice, wanting to visit the Rialto Bridge. San fully supported her, agreeing that it was a beautiful destination.

In whatever one of them desired, the other one would agree 100% or have the same in common. It's as if destiny desperately said they belonged together, and slowly they started to believe they did.

After her visit, she went back home to the little village far away. She continued to daily routine, going to work and occasionally going to her clinic appointments. From her 4th month leading towards her 8th month, she stayed in the village with Mrs. Park and Kyung Mi both of them doing their best to help their pregnant friend.

After her third trimester came, Y/N and Mrs. Park started to pack her hospital bag. Mrs. Park packing tons of baby clothing, pink and blue for when Y/N finally figured out the baby's gender. They keep the bag in Mrs. Park’s car for when they both traveled back to Seoul.

When she entered her 8th month, they packed Y/N’s suitcase and started their commute to her brother's apartment. That's where she spent her whole 8th month until she finally entered her 9th month.

That's where she was now, 9 months pregnant and standing in front of a little cafe. Entering the dimly light establishment, Y/N quickly scanned the place before she finally found who she was looking for.

Walking up to the older woman, her back towards her Y/N brings up her hands and covers her eyes. “ Guess who~~~~” she sings out, the older woman letting out a small laugh in return. “ I could be wrong but are you perhaps my annoying daughter?” she says, causing Y/N to gasp out in fake shock.

“ ANNOYING!? If anyone is annoying its Youngji!” Y/N yells out, crossing her arms and pouting like a little kid. “ You are right about that, Youngji does take after your father.” Her mother says as she gets up her seat and grabs Y/N by her shoulders.

“ Let me take a good look at you, I haven't seen you since you moved away darling.” She says, giving Y/N a once over before bringing her in for a hug. “ Oh how much I missed you, my princess.” She mumbles into Y/N’s shoulder, having shoved her whole face in the crook of her neck.

Returning the hug as much as she can with her big belly, they both relish in the comfort of their embrace. “ I missed you too mom.” Y/N says, getting emotional over not seeing her mother for such a long time. “ I missed you more.” her mother mumbles back.

Pulling away, her mother leads her towards the opposite seat from hers. They both sit together in silence just reading the menu and then placing their order to the waiter walking by. Her mother examines her, the sight of her only daughter about to have a child of her own causing her to get choked up. “ How have you been? How’s my grandchild treating you?” She asks, watching as Y/N rubs the bottom of her swollen stomach.

“ They've been super active recently, I guess it's because I'm already close to my due date. I've been good as well, other than the swollen boobs and not being able to see my feet anymore everything else is going well.” Y/N chuckles out, her mother snickering at her in return. “ Oh honey I know exactly how you feel. Youngji and you were so hyper during my last month, I swear I thought you guys would be great soccer players in the future with how hard you guys would kick me.” She laughs out, Y/N smiling at her mothers carefree behavior.

“ How's Youngji by the way? I called him the other day to see if he could join us today but he never answered back.” Her mother asks, playing around with the fork in front of her. “ Youngji has been really busy lately. The company he works at is growing fast and they are keeping him busy since he is the best worker there. He also asked me to tell you that he's sorry he couldn't answer, and that he loves you.” Y/N says, leaning forward and grasping one of her mother's hand.

“ Oh my poor baby, they are probably working him down to the bones. I hope he takes a break soon, his friends as well.” Her mother says, eyebrows furrowed in worry for her son and his friends. After their little conversation, their food gets to them causing them to eat in a comfortable silence.

Halfway through their meal, Y/N’s phone pings with a notification. Quickly picking it up, she checks her phone and starts to giggle to herself typing out a quick response then putting it down after. “ Who was that, darling?” Her mother questions, her curiosity peeked once she saw the big smile on her daughter's face.

“ It was San, he wanted to let me know that he'll be busy with his group's promotion today and that he'll call me later tonight.” Y/N carelessly says, missing the questioned eyes her mother gives her. “ Are you guys a thing?” She questions, causing Y/N to choke on her drink water snorting out of her nose from the question she was just asked.

Patting her chest, she shakes her head furiously while a bright red blush creeps up her face. “ OF COURSE NOT MOTHER!!! What makes you think that?!” Y/N exclaims, fanning and patting her face to get rid of the hot feeling covering her entire face. “ You got a glow in your eyes when you mentioned him. I know because your grandfather used to get the same look too when he talked about your grandmother.” She says, watching as her daughter avoids her stare by playing around with her food.

“ I don't know what you mean by that. I don't love him mother.” Y/N snaps back, feeling way to vulnerable for her liking. “ I never said you loved him. I just asked if you guys were together.” Her mother quickly defends herself, Y/N still refusing to meet her eyes. “ I- I won't date him mother... ever.” Y/N mumbles out, appetite completely gone by that point.

“ You won't date him? Or is it more like you can't date him ?” She questions again, receiving silence in return. “ Baby.. Are you scared that whatever happened with Hongjoong will happen with San?” Her mother asks, reaching forwards and taking her daughter's hands in hers.

Swallowing down a lump rising up her throat, Y/N clears it before finally speaking. “ It would be different this time if that happened. I'm scared to open up my heart like that again. What if he gets tired of me like how Hongjoong did? I'm about to have a child, what if he decides that he doesn't want my kid because it's hongjoong’s and leaves me for someone else. I can't go through that again mom, I can't put my child through something like.” Y/N says, watching as her mother rubs soothing circles on her hands.

“ Oh my poor baby, that will not happen with San. You want to know how I know that..? Because from that single smile and glow in your eyes I see that San makes you twice if not more times happier than Hongjoong ever did. Don't think that because that good for nothing ex wasn't able to keep his dick in his pants that San will do it as well. From what your brother has been telling me, San is trying his best to gain your attention. Knowing that you're pregnant, but still trying to gain your love I'll say that he's already better than Hongjoong will ever be.” Her mother rants on, voice hardening when she mentions Hongjoong’s name.

“ You really think so mom...That someone like him would even look at me that way..?” Y/N questions, voice small with insecurity. Her mother lifts up her head to look at her, giving her a heartwarming smile. “ I know so baby. You deserve so much more than Hongjoong and I can tell that San can give you that. You just need to open up your heart darling, you'll regret it if you don't. That child that your carrying might not be his, but he still stuck around to take care of you and my grandchild. To me that's a real man, and that's exactly what you my darling daughter need. An amazing man to love you and your baby unconditionally.” Her mother continues on, watching as her daughter breaks out in a small smile.

Y/N shakes her head, smile stretching out more as her mother comforts her. “ How do you know what to say every time I'm feeling down?” she chuckles out, bringing her mothers hand up to her lips and kissing them.

“ Oh darling it comes with being a mother! You'll know once that little bundle of pure joy is born.” she laughs out, tapping her pointer finger on her daughter's head.

They both continue to chat throughout their lunch date, laughing and reminiscing on old memories they had while still living together. Her mother talked to her about the time she spent taking care of her and her brother, giving her tips on how to take care of a new born as well.

Sooner than later, their little lunch date came to an end. They both stood right in front of the cafe, bidding their goodbyes’s as well as her mother giving Y/N’s stomach a kiss. Walking her mother up to her car, they both bid each other one final goodbye before her mother finally drives away.

Turning the opposite way, Y/N begins to make her way to her brothers apartment.

Halfway through her journey, she started to feel small sharp pains start up towards her lower back. Y/N stopped walking for a second, placing a shaky hand on her abdomen rubbing it slightly. “ You really are ready to come out huh?” She whispers to herself, standing there for a couple more seconds before finally continuing her way back home.

Standing in front of her brothers apartment building, she bids the front desk person a hello then makes her way towards the elevators. Getting in the small space, she begins to ascend towards the 6th floor continuing to rub her abdomen lightly as she still feels some discomfort creeping up.

Arriving to her floor, she walks out the elevator and quickly makes it into the apartment. Closing the door, she carefully leans against it as another sharp pain strikes against her back. Feeling short of breath, Y/N makes her way towards the sofa and drops her entire body on it. The pain last for a couple more seconds before finally going away, her back tingling from the previous pain.

“ It's probably because I'm so close to my due date already.” Y/N mumbles out, staying on the sofa as she caresses her stomach, feeling the rise of her flesh due to the baby kicking more and more.

Struggling to get up, she grabs her phone and checks for any missed calls or messages but is meet with nothing. Usually around that time her brother will call her to make sure she had eaten, and San will usually text her but she's meet with neither of those things. She figures that her brother must be backed up in the company and that San is currently busy with the rest of ateez.

Dropping her phone on the sofa, she makes her way towards the kitchen to grab something to eat. Before she can even make it there, she gets a sharp pain on her lower abdomen the pain so intense it causes her to double over. Huffing out, she walks up to the dining table and drags a chair out fumbling with it for a couple seconds then finally sitting down.

She stays there as the pain continues to increase quickly, coming and going a couple more times. There's no way I'm having this baby now! I still have two weeks before they get here! Y/N panics in her mind, wincing when the pain only seems to increase more and more.

Turning her head towards the clock hanging over the stove, she notices that her brother doesn't get out for another 4 hours. Debating whether she should call him, another pain (which she now begins to think are contractions) shots through her back and towards her stomach. Nodding to herself, she stands up with shaky legs and makes her way towards the living room where she left her phone.

Halfway through making her way to the living room, a sharp pain more stronger than the others causes her to cry out. Hunching over, she pants out multiple times before she eventually notices the small puddle under her feet. Staring at it in panic, she realizes the severity of the situation and as fast as she can makes her way towards the sofa and snatches her phone laying on it.

As fast as her fingers can type, she immediately dials her brother's number only to meet with the voicemail option. Cursing out she continues to dial her brother 4 more times before finally giving up and dialing San instead.

She prays that he'll answer right away, but is meet with the same results. She lets out a small sob from how scared she is, then takes a deep breath in order to calm down her racing heart and shaking hands. Redialling San’s number, she's once again meet with the monotone voice requesting her to leave a voicemail.

Finally breaking down, she sobs into her hand from how fast everything is happening and all without help from someone she knows and trust. Giving up on calling her brother and San, she turns to the only other person who she knows will help her without a second thought.

Trembling fingers hurriedly press a serious of numbers on the phone, bringing up to her ear when she's done typing in the phone number. The other line rings two times, before a shocked voice answers the call.

“ H-Hello..? Y/N is this you..?” the person questions, voice cracking when they call out her name.

Y/N can only cry out once another contraction hits her, body curling in with pain.

“ Y/N?!?? ARE YOU OKAY?!” they question, mind on high alert the second Y/N cried out.

“ H-Hongjoong.. Where's San.?” she hisses out through clenched teeth, trying to hold in the rest of her cries.

“ SAN? San’s with the rest of the guys in the practice room. The manager made them stay extra hours for slacking off and took their phones away.” Hongjoong explains, getting up from his work chair and making his way towards the door of the dorms.

Hearing that, Y/N sobs out again both from pain and knowing that she can't depend on him in that moment.

“ Y/N..? Hello? Please tell me your okay?! Did you just call me to ask from San..?” he questions, waiting for Y/N to answer back.

“ Hongjoong please listen to me. I need your help right now. Can you pick me up from my brother's apartment? You know where Youngji lives right?” Y/N fires questions left and right, not giving Hongjoong time to question her.

“ CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!? WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY ASKING ME TO PICK YOU UP?!” He screams out, mind all over the places from everything Y/N is throwing at him.

The line stays silent for a couple of seconds and Hongjoong is about to apologize in case Y/N got mad at him for screaming at her. Before he can even open his mouth, Y/N screams back at him. The words she utters out causing Hongjoong to freeze in shock.

“ MY WATER JUST BROKE ASSHOLE! NOW CAN YOU PLEASE PICK ME UP CUZ I REALLY DON’T WANT TO GIVE BIRTH ON A DIRTY OLD CARPET!” she screams out, wincing after when a contraction hits.

“ W-what...?” Hongjoong whisper out, soul completely leaving his body.

“ The baby is.. Coming..?”