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m-jelly · 1 year ago
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Chapter 12
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Vampire Levi x fem!reader
Victorian era like world, vampires, secrets, romance, falling in love, vampire lore, sexual tension, possessive Levi, mentions of pregnancy, protective Levi, stalker like behaviour, crying child, dad Levi.
In this chapter: It's the modern world, your business and Levi's is booming. Your son comes home to his loving family and you all have a loving family time together. A ghost from your past returns terrifying you, but causing your kids and husband to begin plotting to get rid of the ghost for good.
Part 13
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The neon lights gleamed and reflected off the black car as it approached the club. All eyes were on it as it pulled up. The rain had finally stopped causing the floors to look like black rivers. There was anticipation in the air. Everyone was curious about who was the person behind the wheel of the expensive car. The long line of people waiting to get in was no longer pushing and begging the bouncer, but instead staring at the car.
Multiple gasps were heard when the door swung open. A smart shoe that seemed to have a dazzling shine to it stepped out. Another joined the foot and was shortly followed by a young man with raven hair, steel blue eyes and a charming smile. He was almost the spitting image of his handsome father who owned the club with his wife.
The man popped a blood candy in his mouth that his darling mother made and locked his cold gaze onto a family friend, Mike. He smirked and moved his way over to the very tall blonde vampire. “Oi, Mike? How’s it going?”
Mike looked up and grinned instantly. “Evan! Holy shit, you’re back. You were gone for what, two months?”
“Yeah, I went out of the city to do some work for Uncle Erwin.” He glanced at the line of people and heard the women squeal in delight at him looking over. Evan was like his father, naturally handsome and even more so as a vampire. Plus, he had the gentle and sweet personality of his mother. There was a small side of him like his crazy father, but he kept that hidden from his precious mother. “How’s momma?”
Mike waved to the bouncer and walked inside with Evan. “She’s good. She misses you, but your father is incredible at distracting her. Your three sisters are doing a good job too, but you know what your mother is like.”
Evan walked through the clean and lively club. “When one flower is not in the garden, it's empty.” He chuckled as he thought about his parents and three sisters. He adored how close everyone was and how it was filled with love. “I missed them.”
Mike put his arm around Evan. “Oh, I have some news for you. Your Uncle Erwin finally confessed his feelings.”
“Holy shit. He’s finally told Kat he loves her?”
“Yep.” He smiled. “She’s still the head of all the bar staff. Bar manager. She’s the best. Erwin wants to spoil her and make her a vampire, but she loves working for your mother and they are very close friends. She asked to be human for a bit longer.”
Evan smirked. “That’s funny. I can’t wait to see Uncle Erwin pouting a lot.”
“It is funny.” He walked into VIP and led Evan to the bar where Kat was working and Erwin was sitting playing with a drink. “Evening both. I have a handsome lad here who you might recognise.”
Erwin sat up and gazed at Evan. A bright smile spread over his lips. “Evan!” He hugged Evan tightly. “Good to see you. You get back now? I thought you were finishing tomorrow?”
Evan sat down and chuckled. “Yeah, well I missed my sisters and parents. So, I got work done faster and came back. It’s all good, right?”
Erwin nodded. “Fantastic, yeah. You got your incredible brain from your dad, your people skills from your mother and your creativity from her too.”
“I lucked out.” He looked around. “Where are momma and papa?”
Kat handed a drink over to Evan. “Your father took her upstairs to the office about twenty minutes ago.” She winked at him. “They’ll be back in five or ten minutes.”
Evan downed some of this drink. “Or an hour. Dad can’t help himself with Mum.”
“They have a charming romance.” He sat down and sighed. “I missed them and my sisters so bad.” He hummed. “Uncle Erwin? Please don’t send me away for a long time again.”
Erwin smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I find it hard being away from Kat.” He reached over, took her hands and began kissing them. “My sexy kitten.”
Kat leaned over and kissed Erwin. “My handsome bear.” She gazed at Evan. “Any luck on the love front?”
Evan shook his head. “Not yet. I’m waiting on my soulmate.” He sighed and looked out at the club. “This place looks incredible.”
“Excuse me?” A girl moved closer to Evan and pushed her chest out. “Hi. Buy me a drink?”
Evan stared at her. “Let me guess, you saw the clothes I wore and guessed I was rich. So, you decided to pick on me to get you a drink because you knew I could afford it. You also picked me because you think you’ll pay me back with your company, right?”
She giggled. “Yeah. I mean, I’m hot sooo we’d have a great night.” She ran her hand up his arm. “You’re a vampire, right? That’s hot. You can feed on me as much as you like. I just want the most expensive drink and VIP access.”
Evan laughed. “I’m not going to do that. I’m not interested either. I am looking for my soulmate, not some payment fuck. Go find a loser vampire. I’m not fucking interested. I’m not some money bag or a bag of meat.”
She snarled at him. “Who the fuck do you think you are? I’m hot! You should be honoured.”
“Evan!” Levi jogged over with a big grin on his face.
The girl gasped. “Wait, you know Lord Ackerman?”
Evan stood up. “He’s my dad.” Evan hurried over and hugged Levi tightly. “Hey Dad, it’s good to see you.” He pulled back and frowned. “Where’s Mum?”
Levi blushed a little. “She’ll be with us in a bit. How come you’re back so early? We were planning a welcome home party for you.”
“I just missed you all so much.”
“I’m glad you’re home and I’m glad you didn’t get hurt.” Levi hugged him again and covered Evan’s face in kisses.
Evan laughed. “I stayed safe, Dad.”
You huffed as you fixed your dress. “Levi, you’re in so much trouble when we get home.”
Levi turned to face you with hearts in his eyes. “My darling love, before you say something naughty, our adorable son is back.”
You looked up and gasped when you saw Evan. “EVAN!” You ran over and hugged him tightly. “My little flower.”
Evan chuckled as he hugged you back. “Hey, Mum. I missed you.”
You cupped his face and looked up at him as tears filled your eyes. “I missed you too.” You covered his face with kisses. “My handsome man.”
He wiped your tears away. “Don’t cry, Mum.”
Levi’s eyes widened. “You’re crying?” He yanked you into his arms. “My darling.”
“Dad, she’s just happy.”
Levi hugged you tightly. “I know, but I don’t like her crying. She should be happy all the time.”
You sniffed. “I’m so glad you’re home, Evan. Two months was too long.”
Evan chuckled. “It was. I missed you both and my sisters.” He smiled at you. “Can we go home?��
“Yes, right Levi?”
Levi nodded. “Yes, let’s go home.”
Evan pulled out his car keys. “I’ll drive so you two can kiss in the back.”
Levi blushed as he followed Evan. “We’re not that bad.”
“You are, Dad.”
Levi whined. “Darling?”
You kissed Levi’s cheek. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be with me all the time. I always want to be with you.”
“You do?”
You giggled. “Of course I do! Why wouldn’t I? We’ve been together for over 100 years.”
Levi kissed and nipped your neck. “Every second has been blissful.” He opened the car door and let you in. He climbed in after you and snuggled up. “Can’t believe our son is driving us home.”
“Mm, it’s fun!” You leaned forward. “Evan, my little flower? You’re amazing.”
Evan smiled. “Thanks, Mum.” He glanced at the mirror. “How are Lilly and her boyfriend doing?”
You gasped. “Evan.”
He glanced in the mirror and saw how much Levi was pouting. “Oh, dear.”
Levi growled. “Fuck that guy!”
You played with Levi’s hair. “Your father doesn’t like him.”
Evan frowned. “Why?”
Levi huffed. “He’s immature! He’s like a toddler!”
You rubbed Levi’s back. “Sweetheart? Breathe.”
He turned and snuggled up to you. “I just don’t like it.”
“I know, but you have to let our daughter make her own life choices. We can’t protect her all the time.” You smiled. “But we can be clean up.”
Evan laughed as he pulled up at the big family home. “Mum, no murder.”
You got out of the car. “What about removing a limb?”
“Mum.”
Levi got out and closed the door. “I think removing a limb is good.”
“Dad.” Evan shook his head. “I know there is no use in talking to the two of you.” He looked ahead when he saw the doors open. He grinned when he saw Lilly, Daisy and Violet. “There are my wonderful sisters.” He jogged over to them. “Hi!”
Levi smiled as he held you. “Look at them. Our precious kids together.” He nipped your earlobe. “I want another baby.”
You rubbed Levi’s chest. “Honey, you know that vampires have low fertility.”
“You say that and yet we have set the record for the most children a purebred vampire has ever had. The Monroe family had it with two, but we have four. We could have more.”
You kissed his cheek a few times. “We’ll see what happens.”
Levi grabbed your bum. “I’m determined.”
You giggled. “I know.” You gasped in horror when Lilly came running over to you sobbing. “Lilly?” You caught her and hugged your stunningly beautiful daughter. “What’s wrong?”
Evan picked up his little six-year-old sister, Violet. “Mum? You might want to take it slow with this one.”
Daisy, who was in her 20s gave you a reassuring smile. “You’ve got this, Mum. Just make sure Dad doesn’t lose his shit.”
Levi stared at his three goddess-looking girls and then his godly son. “What’s going on?”
You cupped Lilly’s face. “You want to go to the clubhouse your daddy and I made for you kids?”
Lilly sniffed back her tears. “Mm. Yes.”
You held her against you and walked with her. “Come with me, my little flower, let’s talk somewhere you feel safe.”
Levi hurried ahead and went to the clubhouse by the lake. It was a lovely modern hut with double doors, big windows, a swing seat outside and inside it was full of comfy things. Soft bed floors, cushions, blankets and soft lighting made it perfect for everyone. He pushed the double doors open to let him the gentle night breeze before setting up a little area with food.
You sat Lilly down, wrapped her in a blanket and then cuddled her. “What’s happened?”
She lay on your lap and cuddled up to you. “Mummy.”
You played with her hair. “Talk to us.”
Levi held Lilly’s hand. “We’re here for you, lilypad. Did your boyfriend hurt you?”
Lilly shook her head. “I broke up with him.”
You leaned down and kissed her head. “I’m sorry.”
“He was an asshole. I know he wasn’t good for me, but I just wanted to have some fun with a guy who was a little exciting. He cheated on me.” She sobbed a little. “I brought in all the money. I cooked all his human meals. I cleaned up everything and he cheated! I was a maid, not a lover.”
“He doesn’t deserve you.” You brushed the hair from her face. “You are an incredible woman. You are sweet, kind, caring and smart. Fuck that man.”  
Levi kissed Lilly’s hand. “He’s a piece of shit. He doesn’t deserve you. You’re incredible. You’re wonderful. You will find your soulmate someday and I know it. You don’t need to rush this. You are worth waiting for.”
Lilly smiled. “Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Mum.” She rubbed her tears. “Don’t kill him, Dad.”
Levi huffed. “Fine.”
You sat Lilly up and held her tightly. “We love you.” You kissed her cheek. “Now, hug your Dad for a bit.”
Lilly frowned a little. “Mum?”
You grinned. “I’m gonna go out for a bit.”
“Mum!” She gasped. “Dad! Mum is going to kill my ex!”
Levi ruffled his hair. “I can’t stop her. You know what she’s like.”
Lilly dove at you and hugged you. “Mummy, don’t!”
You whined a bit. “You know what calling me mummy does to me.” You sighed. “All right I won’t kill him.”
“Mummy?”
You let out a long sigh. “I’ll behave. I promise. You know I can’t resist it when you lot call me mummy.” You smiled as she hugged Levi. “I think a family night is needed, don’t you?”
Lilly nodded. “Please.” She smiled a little. “Hello, other flowers.”
You looked at the door to see your two daughters and son. “My flowers!” You opened your arms. “Come for a cuddle!” You hummed a laugh as they dove into your arms. “I love you all.”
Daisy sighed. “So, are we killing him?”
You pouted. “Lilly won’t let us.”
“Boo.” She flopped on her side. “I had a place to bury him as well.”
You smiled at your goth-loving daughter. “Same.”
Daisy grinned. “A swamp?”
“You know it.”
“You’re the best, Mum.”
Violet climbed onto your lap and sighed. “Tired.”
You played with her soft hair. “Have a nap on me, okay?”
She hummed and clung to you. “Mummy.”
Evan smiled at Lilly. “He didn’t deserve you, you know? You’re so cool and he was a loser. You need to find someone who is fun and makes you laugh. Someone who is a nerd who will play video games with you. A person that feels like home to you.”
Lilly welled up as he smiled. “You’re right.”
Levi let out a long sigh. “Shall we move to the house? We can watch movies, have some snacks and have a bit of fun as a family.” He smiled at Violet sleeping against you. “Of course, it is nap time for Violet.”
Daisy giggled. “I miss being six. I used to sleep a lot.”
Levi hummed. “Six was a good age.”
You held Violet against you and stood up. “Let’s head home.”
Levi put his arm around Lilly and walked with her. “You can talk to us whenever you need to, okay?”
Lilly smiled sweetly. “Thank you, all of you. I feel like I can keep going thanks to you all.”
You adjusted Violet’s floppy body in your arms. “I’ll make blood hot chocolates.”
Levi sighed. “Darling, I hired people to do things like that for us.”
You whined. “But I like making it.”
Daisy jumped around the garden. “Mum’s version is the best.”
Evan jogged ahead. “She’s right, Dad.”
Levi released a long sigh. “I know but I want your mother to relax a little.”
Lilly leaned over and whispered. “I think Dad wants to snuggle with Mum.”
You blushed. “Levi? Do you want to snuggle?”
Levi nodded shyly. “I do.”
Daisy giggled. “I know how you make it, mum. Let me try.”
You gasped. “Yes.” Your eyes widened and slowly filled with tears. “I’m so proud.”
Lilly hummed a laugh. “You two really set the standard for romance and love.”
Evan smiled a bit. “You both really do.”
You welled up and started sobbing a bit. “I’m so happy and I can’t believe how much love there is around me.”
Evan took Violet from you. “I think Dad wants you.”
Levi tackled you into a hug. “Darling.”
You clung tightly to Levi. “My babies are so wonderful and you’re so perfect.”
Levi picked you up and carried you to the living room. “Come on, time to snuggle in front of the TV.” He carried you and sat down on the cushioned floor with you. “Are you okay, my love?”
You nuzzled the crook of Levi’s neck. “I’m just a bit emotional, that’s all.”
Levi gasped. “Baby?”
You sighed. “No, no. I’m just emotional, that’s all. You know I go through phases and weak phases too.”
Levi looked at the scars on your arm from the sun pit. He lightly touched it and kissed your temple. “I know, my love, but I always see you as my strong and sexy wife.” He sighed. “You going through a sick phase?”
You hummed a moment as you thought. “Yeah. I feel a bit weak, I’m always tired and I just…mmm.”
“Headache?”
You sniffed a little. “I don’t want the kids to know. They worry too much when I get sick. Evan panics the most.”
Levi sighed. “He does. Bless him.” He gazed at you. “You’ve been in the sun too much, haven’t you?”
You hid your face against Levi. “Mm.”
“I’m not mad, don’t worry.” He chuckled. “It’s okay. Plus, I’m a bit to blame. I’ve been playing with you a lot.”
You giggled. “It’s been wonderful. You know I can’t get enough of you either.”
Levi rocked you. “How about a holiday? We can go as a family.”
Evan sat down and spoke after his sisters joined him. “I’ve put Violet to bed.” He sighed. “I think you two should go on holiday without us lot.”
You gasped and shook your head. “We can’t. Violet is only six and you three need me.”
Evan smiled. “I’m happy to babysit.”
Lilly squealed. “Yes! Me too!”
Daisy clapped her hands. “It’ll be so much fun!”
You whined a little. “Really? Are you all sure?”
Lilly nodded. “We’ve got this, Mum. You need the rest. You’ve been working your ass off with your business and looking after us. Plus, we know you’re sick.”
Daisy hummed in agreement. “We know the signs. You’re having a flare-up of what that bitch did to you.” She huffed. “I’m mad Dad killed her because I want to break her and kill her.”
Levi held you close. “You’re not killing anyone. You lot need to keep your hands clean, got it?”
All your kids spoke together. “Yes, Dad.”
“Good!” Levi smiled at you. “Drink some blood hot chocolate, okay?”
You nodded and took a cup from Daisy. “Thank you.” You sipped it and welled up. “It’s perfect. I love you all so damn much.”
Evan chuckled. “Mum has her happy tears again. A group hug is needed.”
You smiled brightly. “I’m so happy.”
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Violet stomped her boots down on the snow and giggled as she did. “Look, Mummy! It’s snow!”
You giggled. “It is.”
She ran a little ahead and stopped a moment. “Mummy?”
“Yes?”
She turned to you and smiled. “I love you.”
You walked over to her and cupped her face. “I love you so much.” You kissed her forehead. “You wanna go see the ducks?”
She nodded. “Please.” She bounced up and down as she walked with you. “Where’s Evan?”
“Your big brother is out with Daddy, Daisy and Lilly.” You squeezed her hand. “They have business to do. We are having a play day.”
Violet gasped when she watched the ducks. “Quack, quack!”
You played with her hair a little. “They’re cute, right?”
She nodded. “Yes.” She hummed a bit and looked around. A little gasp escaped her when she saw someone who scared her. She turned and clung to you. “Mummy, I don’t like him.”
You crouched down as she cried. “Don’t like who?”
She started crying. “The scary man!”
You scooped up Violet and looked around. “Scary man?” You looked around the park and felt your stomach drop when you saw someone who you hadn’t seen in years. His hair was a bit shorter now with the right side cut a bit so it reached his chin. There were a few layers in his hair now adding volume. He had the rest of it gathered together and over his left shoulder. “Damian.”
Damian walked closer to you as he softly said your name. “You are so beautiful. The modern world looks good on you.” He hummed a laugh. “Look at her. Your daughter is so cute. She’s your fourth, right?”
You squeezed Violet as she cried. “Y-Yes.” You gulped hard. “We have somewhere to be.”
He blocked your path. “Aren’t you glad to see me?” He walked closer to you causing you to back up. “We can finally be the family we dreamt of.”
Violet sobbed. “Mummyyyy.”
A flash of the past came to mind at Violet’s sobs. The old room, Evan screaming for you and Damian ripping your neck with his fangs. Panic set in as you were consumed by bad memories of the past. You shook a little and looked at Damian to see the madness in his eyes turning to concern. You turned and ran as fast as you could and prayed your blood bond with Levi worked.
You gasped as your lungs tightened up. “Levi!” You ran towards the park entrance. “Levi!”
Levi appeared before you with your son and two daughters. He shouted your name. “What’s wrong?” He saw you were having a panic attack. “Evan! Take Violet.”
Evan took Violet from you. “I’ve got her, Mum.”
Levi caught you in his arms. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You can pass out now. You’re safe and Violet is too.”
You panted. “Thank…you…”
He held you close as you passed out. “Let’s get home, now!” He ran fast with his kids following. Levi was thankful that vampires could move so fast. He hurried you to the bedroom and lay you down. “Poor love.”
Violet sniffed. “Mummy?”
Evan sat with Violet on his lap. “Mummy is sleeping right now, okay?”
“Okay.”
Daisy knelt in front of Violet. “What happened?”
“Mm…there was a bad man.”
Lilly frowned. “Bad man? What did he look like?”
Violet pointed at Levi. “He had black hair like daddy, but long!”
Levi looked over at Violet. “What colour were his eyes?”
“Red.”
“Shit.” He winced. “Sorry, I shouldn’t swear.” He let out a long sigh. “I thought he’d given up. It’s been so long.”
Evan hugged Violet. “It’s Damian, isn’t it?”
Levi nodded. “No doubt about it.” He kissed your forehead. “Go play for a bit, okay? Your mother will be very emotional when she wakes up and panics. I know she doesn’t want you all to see her like that. Damian and his sister hurt her a lot.”
Lilly welled up. “Poor Mum.”
Daisy stood up. “We’ll surprise her with gifts!”
Evan smiled. “I think that’s a great idea! We’ll be back later, Dad.”
Levi welled up a little. “Thank you, so much. I love all of you.” He waited for them to leave before lying on his side and crying a little. “I’m sorry, my darling. I’m so sorry. I should have taken care of them a long time ago.”
You opened your eyes and smiled sweetly at Levi. “Hey, honey. Please don’t cry and blame yourself. You’re a wonderful man.”
Levi wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. “I should have been there.”
“You can’t protect me all the time. What matters is you came.” You pulled at his shirt. “You know I love it when you cum.”
Levi blushed. “Tch, you dirty little minx.”
You giggled when he nibbled your neck. “I am.”
He caressed your cheek. “I’ll stop him, I promise.”
“I know you will. Be careful, okay?”
He kissed you and sighed. “I swear.”
You nibbled your lip a little. “I’m sorry I passed out.”
“You had a panic attack. It’s understandable.” He sighed. “Violet probably shouted for you and it reminded you of Evan as a baby.”
You nodded as tears ran down your cheeks. “Yes.”
“It’ll never happen again, I’ll make sure of it.”
You snuggled up to him. “We should hold off on that holiday. I don’t want to be away from my flowers with him around.”
Levi massaged his fingers in your hair. “I understand, but you need a break.”
“I’ll get my break when he’s gone.”
Levi kissed you and hummed in happiness. “I love you.”
“I love you always.”
He got up and pulled you against him. “Come on, my darling. The kids have a surprise for you.”
You stumbled along. “What?”
He chuckled and led you to the living room to see they were just finishing off decorations and there was vampire food and drink everywhere. “See?”
You welled up. “Oh, this is perfect. Thank you, all of you.” You cried when all tackled you into a hug. “I love you all so much.”
Violet held your hand. “Come, Mummy!”
Levi looked at his three kids staying by him. “You asked Violet to distract Mummy, right? What are you planning?”
Daisy smiled. “We want to help you stop him. We couldn’t help her before, but we’re strong pure-bred vampire adults now. Let us help.”
Evan gripped Levi’s upper arm. “Please.”
Lilly gave Levi her pleading eyes. “Come on, Dad.”
Levi let out a long sigh. “Fine, but your mother cannot know about this. Now, let’s have some fun and make your mother smile.”
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jedipoodoo · 3 years ago
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Hi, I just found your page and the first thing I read was Get This Right (Hunter X Pregnant! Reader) and I absolutely loved it, I was wondering if there will be a part three? Like where the reader has the baby and they talk about names and things. If you don't want to do that its ok I was just curious. Love your writing btw :)
Literally everyone: I hate pregnancy fics, whenever pregnancy shows up in a fic I close out, lol. Who wants to read that cringe?
Me with baby fever, where literally half the requests I've gotten are for my pregnancy fic: ehehehehehehe
NOTES: Anon, thank you so much for the sweet message! Also sorry, this is not what you requested but the baby doesn't actually come in this part. I still really, really wanted to focus on the reader and Hunter with some hurt/comfort, because that's important with pregnancy, but I will definitely write a fourth part where the baby gets born and they have to figure out what they're gonna call the little nugget.
Warnings: Reader gets rlly depressed, also Crosshair is mean for like one (1) line. But he doesn't mean it.
Part One | Part Two | PART THREE | Part Four | Part Five
Get This Right (Hunter x Pregnant!Reader) Part Three
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"Are you okay?" Hunter asked, trying to pull you closer.
You nudged his arm away, pulling the blankets closer in the absence of his warmth.
"Cyare?" He asked, worry evident in his voice. His fingertips brushed your shoulder, but quickly pulled away.
"Is everything alright?" He whispered.
You bit your lip to keep it from spilling out. Just a few moments. You just had to convince him to go look after the others, and then you could break down on your own.
"I'm fine-" curse the crack in your voice.
"I-I'm just tired."
If anything, that only made him more worried.
"Do you want me to stay with you?" He asked.
"No." yes. Yes, yes, yes.
"Do you need me to get you anything? Water? Crackers?"
"Hunter, just leave me alone!" You snapped. The blanket flew his face as you sat up to glare at him. You regretted it immediately as his eyes went wide.
"Oh. Alright."
Without another word, he climbed over the side of the bunk and left the barracks. The moment the door closed behind him you buried your face in your pillow, flooding it with your tears.
Why was everything so hard?
You looked down at your bump. Your sleep shirt had hiked up during the night, leaving your stomach bare as you traced the stretch marks.
Add that to the list. Nausea, back pain, swollen feet, hyperactive hormones, and the body odor. You just felt gross all over
"Are you gonna be worth it?" You whispered. You knew it was, instinctively. But here, right now, where even being close to anyone, much less Hunter, was agony, you couldn't help but second-guess your choice to become a parent.
"Cyare?"
How long had you been laying there? Hunter was knocking on the door, but he didn't open it.
"Tech says we've reached the drop zone. We're gonna head out. Comms should be on if you need us."
You grunted an affirmative, though you weren't sure he heard it. A few moments later, the ship was silent, leaving you alone with your tears.
It was a routine by now. You were four months along at this point, and as much as you wanted to be out in the action at Hunter's side, you had a responsibility for the baby. however, it was getting harder to stay back. You just felt so useless, sitting on the Marauder doing nothing but eat and sleep.
Today's assignment from Cid was a standard smash-and-grab. They'd done it a million times. So why was your mind racing with all the things that could go wrong? What if Omega got hurt? What if they never made it back to you? What if they lost Hunter?
The baby kicked and you gasped. Your hand froze in place, waiting for any other sign of movement. They kicked once more, and you almost laughed. While surprising, the sensation grounded you, pulling you out of your own mind to think about the life growing inside of you.
Cid was determined to use the boys as much as she could before you "up and left her on her lonesome". But the Trandoshan wasn't that slick, you knew she was sneaking extra credits into each case of payment with each mission the Bad Batch completed. You were grateful, so you'd never point it out.
By now, you all had enough money for a down payment on the farm. Omega was excited, and she would spend hours doodling pictures of fathiers and tookas on spare sheets of flimsi while she brainstormed animal names with Wrecker.
And they weren't the only one. Tech's holonet search history was filled with tips and tricks for getting started with your own farm, and Crosshair borderline interrogated every fruit stall owner about their produce and the pros and cons of growing that particular variety themselves. Echo was storing spare parts that Cid couldn't be bothered with, even when the Marauder didn't need them. Whenever you asked him what in the galaxy he was going to use it for, he would shrug with a wistful smile and mumble something like "the farm."
Hunter was the most eager of them all. You had to pull him away from several clothing stores before he could buy out their infant section, promising that you'd get all baby supplies you could ever need once you were all safely settled on Idaflor.
You laughed to yourself thinking about the tooka eyes he gave you, and the baby kicked again, laughing along with you. Hunter was going to be the best father, you told him every day. He was so excited.
His voice rang out, calling your name as he knocked on the hull of the ship. Had you really been laying in bed all morning? You hopped up, glancing at the chronometer to realize that by now it was the afternoon. Fearing an attack, you leaped from the bed and hit the airlock, releasing the ramp. You relaxed when you couldn't hear blasterfire, and Hunter hurried up the stairs alone. His helmet clattered to the floor of the ship as he swept you up into his arms, baby bump and all.
"Mission go well?" You asked, trying to look for the others. Hunter cupped your cheek, pulling you back for a kiss.
The tension in your back melted as he massaged the knot of muscle at the base of your spine.
"Very well," He whispered, grinning at you. "How're you two?"
"We're fine. Just a little anxious." You said as he kissed your forehead. He smoothed his hand over the bump.
"They feel like they're about ready to break through."
"Kriff, I hope not," you winced. Hunter chuckled, kissing your forehead again. It was as if your outburst that morning had never happened.
"Hello!" Omega scrambled up the ramp and snatched up Hunter's helmet before he could pick it up, balancing it on top of her head.
"Hello there," You smiled as she threw her arms around your legs.
"You shoulda seen it! I blew up a destroyer droid!" she squealed.
She quickly noticed the position of Hunter's hand on your tummy, and shoved his arm away to get a good feel. After a moment of inactivity, her face fell.
"They never kick when I try to feel it!" Omega pouted.
You chuckled and ran a hand over her hair. "Just wait until they're born, then you'll really feel their kicking,"
The others meandered into the ship, exhausted but victorious. Even Hunter seemed tired, the way his shoulders slumped. Only Omega kept her youthful energy as she danced about the cockpit, regaling you with the tale of their adventure while you all strapped in. Tech began the takeoff cycle while Echo reported a mission success to Cid.
"Hunter?" You leaned against his shoulder, feeling his arm snake around between your waist and the back of your seat.
"Hmm?" He asked, kissing your hair. You were suddenly painfully aware of how greasy
"Hunter, am...am I gross?"
Hunter looked down at you aghast.
"What...where is this coming from?" He asked.
"You could use a shower." Crosshair drawled. You winced. You'd hoped your question was quiet enough that the others wouldn't hear.
"Shut up!" you heard Echo hiss. The world blurred, and tears burned your eyes. wordlessly, Hunter pulled you to your feet and brought you back to your bed in the barracks. You were used to dismissing Crosshair's blunt comments with a wave of your hand and a witty comeback, but pregnancy messed with your brain and all you wanted was to cry.
You did for a while. Hunter just sat there, holding you close while you cred against his chestplate.
"I-I, I just-" You could hardly talk.
"I know, I know, it's hard." He whispered. His hands carded through your hair, pulling it back from your face. He began to braid your hair as you cried, his rhythmic movements soothing as your sobs began to calm down.
"I just feel so karking useless all the time," you whispered.
Hunter nodded.
"And I feel so disgusting too. Like, I showered yesterday and I'm already grubby, and I'm bloated and I can hardly keep anything down and everything just hurts!" You sobbed.
Hunter finished braiding your hair in silence. You kept your face pressed up against his chest while he gently rubbed your back, thinking over what you had said
"Thank you for telling me all of this." He said at last. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I dunno," You shook your head.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked.
You shrugged. "I don't know...Talk to me? Tell me it'll all get better?" You sighed. All your tears were spent by now.
Encouraged by this, Hunter gently took your chin in his hand, holding you up to look at him.
"Cyare, you are growing a child, our child." Hunter whispered, cradling your face in his hands so that you had to look up at him.
"Pregnant or not, you are under no obligation to be perfect all the time." He kissed your forehead and both cheeks, brushing away your tears with his affection.
"Besides, I think you and your baby bump look pretty kriffin' amazing."
You burst out laughing at the smoulder in his voice and threw your arms around him. He chuckled as you both fell back onto the bed, his arms wrapping around you to hold you on top of him. Hunter always knew exactly what to say. He was going to be the best at comforting his future child.
"I'm sorry we have to keep leaving," He whispered to your ear as you began to calm down.
"It's fine," you said, tracing circles on the muscles of his bicep.
"Still, I should be there for you. You shouldn't have to be going through all of this alone." He tucked a couple stray bangs behind your ear, staring deep into your eyes. Suddenly, the honeyed glow that you dreams of seeing in your future children lit up in his eyes.
"What are you thinking?" You asked your husband.
Hunter smirked, and leaned up to place a kiss on your lips.
"I think it's time we gave Cid our two week's notice."
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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years ago
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BABY MAMA
A/N: woke up and just knew i needed to write about dad Harry, bc lets be honest, he is my fav. this fic is perfectly fine as a oneshot, but if you'd like, it could be a sequel to Grammy Winner Husband and Baby Grammy, i wrote things to line up with them!
PAIRING: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Reader
WORD COUNT: 2k
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The arena is blowing up, the fans are screaming from the top of their lungs and Harry is putting out a show just as good as the previous ones have been. He is blowing the stage up, singing, dancing, joking around with the fans, enjoying this time he gets to spend with the people who got him to this point in his life. He’ll never be not grateful for what he has, what he is experiencing, no matter how hard this life can get sometimes.
“Dallas, how are you feeling tonight?” he asks in the mic as he walks back to his water bottle to have a few sips. The crowd erupts, the screams almost burst his eardrums, but he just chuckles, easing his thirst with some water before he returns to the microphone stand.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he teasingly asks, though the reaction is the same. Insane screaming. “Alright, let’s move this show on before you get bored,” he chuckles playfully, the band starts playing the next song and he is back at what he does the best. Performing.
Though not far from the arena, there’s someone who thinks there’s something he is even better at than performing. That person is you, and you’re one hundred percent sure Harry is best at being a father to your five months old son.
Owning the stage, putting out the utter best he can, Harry’s thoughts still wander away from the show he is supposed to be focusing on. He can’t help it, his instincts are just completely drawn to his baby in the hotel suit, dying to know how he is doing. Leaving for the show late afternoon was harder than usually, because baby Theo was having a fever and coughing quite badly. His heart was breaking that he couldn’t help his son, didn’t even know what could be done for such a tiny baby.
“Love, he’ll be alright, okay? The doctor is on the way, it’s gonna be fine,” you told him gently as he was cradling Theo to his naked chest, always so eager to be skin-to-skin with him. Harry kissed his soft little curls on top of his head before nodding, though you knew it was eating him away.
“Call me or Jeff if something happens, okay?” he told you, handing Theo over to you, who was finally asleep after fussing for hours.
“I will,” you nodded, but he cupped your face to make you look at him.
“Y/N, I mean it. I’ll come off the stage if—“
“You won’t come off the stage, Theo is gonna be fine, he just probably got a cold from the aircon at the greenroom in Denver. He’ll be here when you get back, okay?”
He knew this tone, this was your momma bear voice and he would never argue with you when you used it, so he just nodded, kissed you and then Theo’s chubby cheek before heading out.
Now as he is nearing the end of the show he can’t help but think about finally being back at the hotel with his wife and baby, though he won’t let it be seen how eager he is to get off the stage.
The last song passes, the whole arena blows up from the energy and he is throwing kisses everywhere as he heads off the stage, down the aisle that leads him backstage. As he puts on his mask he turns around one last time, throwing some more kisses around to his beloved fans before disappearing behind the curtains.
“Did she call?” he instantly asks Jeff instantly, who hands him his phone over, a text from you already waiting for him.
Doc just left, everything is fine, left some meds for bub. Love you Xx
Even though this is what you told him before too, he feels relieved that the doctor confirmed it, but he still can’t wait to see the two of you.
“Alright, get the car ready, I’m leaving in ten,” he tells Jeff.
“Got it,” he nods, not even daring to argue with him. He knows better than to stand between Harry and his baby.
His legs bounce nervously on his way back to the hotel and he jumps out of the car as if it was on fire, running inside in a rush. He swipes the keycard through the reader on the door and opens it quietly, scanning over the place for you and Theo and there you are, sitting in one of the armchairs with his sleeping son in your arms, your hand gently tapping on his bum. You must have just finished feeding him, because a rag is still thrown over your shoulder and your shirt is all wrinkled around your chest. Theo loves playing with the fabric while you breastfeeding him and Harry loves watching his tiny fingers grab onto it and massaging it aimlessly.
“Hey,” he breathes out, quietly pushing the door closed behind him before he walks over, kneeling in front of you. He kisses Theo’s forehead first, before pressing his lips to yours too. “How is bub feeling?”
“He is doing good. The doc gave him some meds for the fever and we have a syrup for the coughing. He said he’ll be fine in a few days,” you softly explain to him, nodding towards everything the doctor left you on the coffee table.
Harry grabs the bottles, inspecting them as if he knows anything about medicine and you can’t help but smile as he furrows his eyebrows, reading the packaging.
“Want to put him to bed?” you ask him, his head snapping up right away.
“Of course,” he nods eagerly. You both stand up and he carefully takes the little boy from your arms without waking him up. “Hey bubs, I missed you,” he coos at Theo and as you watch him sway with the sleeping baby, your heart could easily burst from just the sight of them.
You didn’t know what life would be like as a family of three. After Harry posted a picture of you with his Grammy award and your belly ready to pop, the whole world went crazy over the fact that Harry Styles is going to be a dad. Despite the buzz, you managed to stay hidden for the rest of your pregnancy and just three weeks after that post, Theodore Styles decided to come to the world. Harry cancelled everything for the first two months, it was just the three of you, showering in the joys of parenthood. You had all the ups and downs, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Then tour got rescheduled and Harry was hesitant whether it was a good idea to go on the road with a five months old.
“Sarah and Mitch are coming too, she gave birth a week after me,” you reasoned when Harry was about to cancel the whole tour. It took you some time to convince him that it’s gonna be fine, though you knew he would be extra cautious with Theo.
Now as you see him gently sway his way to the bassinet next to your bed, knowing that he just performed to thousands of people and now he is here with you and your son, you wouldn’t change it to some peace at home. Besides, you’re convinced tour is gonna do good for Theo, make him get used to people around him, not just the two of you or the grandparents and aunts. During the first night in Vegas, he barely spent an hour in your arms, everyone wanted a piece of him and you gladly let them befriend him, especially because he loves meeting new people, just like his daddy.
As Harry lays him into the bassinet and stands next to it with a lovesick smile on his face, you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smells so fresh, he surely had a quick shower before heading back to the hotel, but you’re already planning to seduce him to join you for a quick shower as well. He won’t say no.
“Watched a livestream for a bit, you were so good,” you hum, kissing his right shoulder blade and you don’t miss how he leans back against you. “Loved the shimmery outfit.”
“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. Reaching around, he pulls you forwards so he can wrap you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently. “I missed seeing you dance at the side,” he smirks at you and you don’t miss the reference to the old times.
On his first solo tour, when you weren’t even married yet he often caught you dancing like crazy at the side of the stage, it would always make him laugh mid-song and you loved hearing his giggles through the mic, so you often did it on purpose. A few nights ago in Vegas you did the same, but with Theo in your arms, a massive ear protector on his head so the noise didn’t hurt him. When Harry spotted you, he almost started crying, he mouthed I love youand then carried on with the show.
“I’ll be there soon,” you smile at him, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for a kiss that’s more than just a peck. “Now, I need help with something,” you mumble against his lips.
“Anything, baby.”
“I need you to help me shower,” you tell him cheekily. He pulls back and stares down at you with a playful grin, his hands already wandering under your shirt.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yeah, I need someone to wash my back and… maybe somewhere else,” you hum seductively and start pulling him towards the bathroom, peeking at Theo one last time, but he is sleeping so deep, the two of you can have some alone time.
“Alright, I could never deny anything from my favorite milf,” he grins, but you smack his chest with a gasp.
“Harry! I told you not to call me that!” you protest, the two of you walking into the bathroom not to bother the sleeping baby in the room. You start running the water right away so it can be nice and hot for you when you walk in.
“Why? You are a milf,” he smirks, so full of himself, already pulling his shirt over his head.
“Then you’re a dilf, just so you know.”
“Baby, my fans have been calling me that for years, even before Theo,” he chuckles softly.
“You were destined to be a dad,” you giggle, getting rid of your own clothes. “Hey, if Theo feels better tomorrow, we could maybe take a walk in that park we saw on the way here,” you suggest, but when no answer comes, you look at Harry and find him just standing there, fully naked, staring at you grinning widely. “What?” you ask, glancing down at your own naked body. Suddenly, you are way too aware of the weight you haven’t been able to lose after giving birth, the stretch marks on your waist and how you’re not at all freshly shaved. Just as you’d move your hands to cover yourself a bit, Harry grabs your wrists and stops you.
“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he hums, dropping his head until his lips could reach yours.
“Stop being such a flirt,” you giggle, feeling your face heating up.
“It’s the truth! I have the prettiest baby mama and that’s a fact.”
He looks at you with so much love and adoration in those beautiful green eyes, it almost makes you cry, knowing that this man is your husband and you get to spend the rest of your life with him.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him hard, pulling him into the spacious walk in shower.
“Then come and get your baby mama wet,” you giggle against his lips, making him laugh with the ambiguous request as he shuts the glass door behind him, his lips hungrily kissing wherever he can reach and you’re pretty sure the hot water is not the only thing that’s steaming up the glass.
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soulmate-game · 4 years ago
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Not related to the other two Bio!mom Harley AUs that I did. Just... similar. I wrote this instead of sleeping, as per the usual.
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“I need your help.”
No accent, no threats of violence, no beating around the bush (figurative or otherwise). No fighting or unconscious bodies.
Just Harley Quinn with her hair down, no makeup, and completely serious, in the center of the Bat Cave. Even though her usual exaggerated Brooklynn accent (circa 1950s) had become a pretty inseparable part of her personality over the years, every now and then she forcibly stuffed it down and used her mostly unaccented voice. The one reminiscent of days with less colors on her face, a high bun, and a pristine white lab coat.
Every single one of the Bats and Birds present, fresh from an interrupted patrol thanks to her, could count the number of times they had seen Harley like this on one hand. Bruce would have the most recollections, but everyone else would have plenty of fingers left on said hand. So they all knew, especially when Bruce willingly pulled down his cowl so he could look Harley in the eye, that this was the start of something they were not likely to forget. And maybe their chances of survival were slim too.
“Harley,” Bruce’s voice was still gruff, seeing as he was still mostly Batman at the moment, but his eyes were soft. “Maybe you should tell us what you need help with first. And sit down. You look exhausted.”
Sure enough, there were dark circles under Harley’s eyes. She let Bruce-man lead her over to one of their debriefing tables and sit her down. She let out a huge sigh, her fingers tangling in her loose blond locks.
“I have a confession, and it isn’t gonna leave this cave, capiche?” The slight return of her accent relieved a little of the tension, but not much. Taking this as their cue, the rest of the bats spread out into their usual seats at the table. Bruce stayed near Harley, keeping a hand on her shoulder in silent support. Harley didn’t continue talking until he gave her a solemn nod in agreement. She gulped— an action that immediately returned the tension.
“... fifteen years ago, back when I was still with Joker, I disappeared off the Gotham scene for a few months. I’m sure a few of you remember,” she looked up, and a couple of the older vigilantes nodded. Really, Jason has still been Robin back then. But the memory stuck out in his head now that he was thinking about it.
“Yeah, you were breaking away from him a little bit, which was weird at the time,” Red Hood mused aloud, arms crossed. “I think you helped us out a couple times and did some of your first team ups with Ivy before you vanished. Then a few months go by and you were back in action with Joker, so we mostly ignored it as you just being you.”
Harley nodded. “Ah, my Ivy’s a lifesaver, even back then. She helped cover up the timeline by keeping me in action for longer than I should’a been without putting me at too much risk.”
“Timeline…” Red Robin spoke up, eyes huge even behind his mask. “You don’t mean—“
“Harley,” Bruce breathed, having also caught on. “You were pregnant?”
The air went still. Harley sniffed, eyes watering even as she smiled.
“Oh yeah. Shouldn’t have been possible, ya know? Me ‘n Joker being dumped in that damn acid should have made us both more sterile than an operatin’ room. But I knew I couldn’t raise a kid, so after she was born—“
“You kept her?” Damian interrupted, earning a gentle cuff over the head from Dick. Harley just snorted.
“Yeah. Not gonna lie, I thought about abortion. But the baby didn’t do nothin’ wrong, and I was still in love with Joker back then so I was ecstatic that I was able to make something new with part ‘a him in it. Still, I knew a baby didn’t deserve to be raised in Gotham. Especially not my baby, not with my enemies and history. Not with who her father was. I knew he’d never want her, never let me keep her. So I spent the last five months of my pregnancy lookin’ around for the best possible family to take her in. And I found them in Paris, France. A sweet couple, both of them bakers. Sabine, she’s both adorably sweet and super kickass. Comes from a Chinese family that is crazy about teachin’ their women martial arts. But nothing shady about it, I triple checked. Just bonding through kicking people in the face. Which is perfect, I wanted my baby to know how to defend herself. I knew she’d need those skills eventually. And Tom, that’s Sabine’s wife, he’s a gentle giant. Same size as Bane, but as harmless as a puppy and makes the best croissants ever. Seriously, the best.”
“Harley,” Bruce gently prodded, but there was a tiny grin on his face. Seeing her behaving so… so normally, so proud and reminiscent, was a rare treat. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of how far the woman had come. How she had freed herself and become a better person, mostly on her own.
“Right, right. The point,” Harley took a breath, rubbing her forehead. “I came clean to Tom and Sabine, but apparently they knew who I was the whole time. They just didn’t care— did I mention they are perfect? Anyway, once I explained everything, they agreed immediately to adopting my baby. They’d been wanting kids, but it would’a been too risky for Sabine’s health. That’s how I found them anyway, they were in the market to adopt. We named her Marinette. She took Tom and Sabine’s last names, hyphenated. We decided Quinn would be her middle name. And after that, I came back to Gotham and told myself that she was in good hands and I needed to forget about her. Cuz I was no good for her. I knew that. I went back to my old tricks. And then…” Harley chuckled, but it was self-depreciating.
“Then a few years passed, and I started breaking away from Joker for real. Then we broke up, I blew up Ace Chemicals while you guys were outta town doing Justice League and Young Justice shit. I started dating Ivy. And—“ she smiled softly at the table, clearly seeing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Then Ivy convinced me to go see her. Visit my baby, see how she’s been. And I did. Marinette was seven years old, but damn it to hell she was gorgeous. And say whatever you want about me and Joker— most of it will even be true— but neither of us are stupid. And she inherited all of our intelligence. All of it. She got my blue eyes. But she got his hair, which meant Sabine teased me relentlessly about ‘are you sure she isn’t that Wayne’s kid?’ And don’t make that face Bruce, you’d be lucky to have a kid half as beautiful as my Mari-pie. No offense, Damian. Anyway. Anyway, this is the important part. Or part of it.
“She sat there and listened to everything I had to say. Everything. A little seven year old, who could barely understand English at the time, and she listened without interrupting once. She never threw a fit, she wasn’t angry or confused. I told her about the things I’d done in the past— well, G rated versions— and she didn’t care. She called me Momma Harley right away, said she wanted to meet Aunt Ivy sometime soon, and started telling me everything about her that I’d missed. From that day on, she became my sunshine. The light of my life, and I still call her at least once a week every week. When I disappear for a few days out of the city? I’m visiting her—“
“You’re banned from international travel, Harley,” Dick scolded, but he sounded way too amused for it to work. He knew she had her ways, anyway. Nobody could actually stop Harley damn Quinn from doing whatever she wanted.
“—Ugh, she tells me the same thing every time! Disappointed glare and everything. I don’t know how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie, but somehow I did. Not important though! The important thing is, I’m always the first to hear when something new happens in her life. And we had decided that she wouldn’t visit me in Gotham until she was at least eighteen, but apparently she disobeyed me— which I should have expected honestly— and entered you guys’ WE international scholastic competition.”
“Oh no,” Bruce pinched the bridge of her nose. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng? The contest winner?” He finally pulled out a chair and sat down. “The winner gets an all-expense paid trip to Gotham for them and their whole class.”
“Exactly!” Harley threw up her hands. “Mari told me last week, and I’ve been trying to talk her out of coming ever since. But she’s inherited both of our stubbornness too, and she isn’t budgin’ a bit. ‘Momma Harley, I wanna see you and Auntie Ivy though!’ And ‘Momma, Gotham’s nothing I can’t handle,’ or my favorite, ‘Maybe you’ll finally get to see me dropkick someone three times my size then, and I’ll prove it.’”
“So that’s what you meant by you need our help,” Tim said as he leaned forward over the table. “Joker just broke out of Arkham yesterday. You want us to protect her.”
“I’d prefer if one of you was with her outside of the mask too, as often as possible,” Harley confirmed. “I can’t stop her from coming here anymore, but I also don’t trust Joker for a second. As soon as he sees her, I’m afraid he’ll make the connection.”
“She looks like him?” Damian asked, scrunching up his nose at the ugly mental image of Joker as a teenage girl. Harley shook her head, solemn.
“She looks like a dark-haired mini-me,” she corrected. “She even keeps her hair in pigtails as her way of showing support for me. And I know Marinette can kick ass, Sabine’s trained her well. But Marinette inherited more than I’d like from me,” Harley ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t notice it until she was thirteen. She got a crush on a classmate, and it was almost like watching videos of me back during the early days of— well, of Harley Quinn. Just without the crime and insanity. She didn’t even realize that she was almost stalking the poor kid until I pointed it out, and luckily I was able to put my doctorate to good use and we nipped that right in the bud ASAP. She never meant it that way, anyway. As soon as I explained things to her, she was horrified and immediately asked me to help her learn how to have a healthy relationship. That was a fun discussion,” Harley grimaced. “But she still gets attached to people really, really easily. Once she grew out of her crush on that boy, she adopted him as her unofficial brother. She already calls Selina “Auntie,” even though I’ve barely mentioned her to Marinette. She gets attached fast, and deeply. And I’m afraid that even after all the warning I’ve done, all the stories I’ve told her—“
“You’re afraid she’ll get attached to Joker just like you did,” Bruce finished for her, closing his eyes. “Because she knows he’s her father.”
“Yes,” Tears were slowly dripping down her face already, her hands curled into fists so tightly that her knuckles were paper white. “You know how he is. If he finds out she’s his biological daughter, he’ll immediately try to take advantage of that. And he’s far too good with his words for people like me and Mari. I’m worried outta my mind. Please. Help keep my baby safe from him.”
“We will,” Jason no longer had his helmet on, or the domino mask that he usually wore underneath it. All of them knew masks were merely formality with Harley nowadays. And he needed to look her directly in the eye so she could see how serious he was. “I can sign up as a bodyguard for the class. It won’t be weird, seeing as they’re tourists and this is Gotham. They also have several rich kids in their group if I remember right.”
Bruce nodded, agreeing with Jason. “That’s a good idea. I can lead the class on their tours of WE personally. That’ll serve the purpose of keeping an eye on her and shutting up the investors that keep begging me to make more public appearances for the sake of the company. Marinette’s name is already released to the news as the winner of the contest, so we can’t keep her out of the spotlight long. Tim, you’ll have to keep an eye on any and all pictures of the class. Try to erase or doctor the images with her in it well enough that connections between her and Harley can’t be easily made. Dick, you and Damian will be in charge of keeping an eye out for any activity from Joker. The slightest hint, and you notify all of us. We’ll decide on a case-by-case basis who is necessary to stick with the class and who goes after the clown.”
“She’s gonna sneak out of her hotel to stay with me and Ivy,” Harley admitted, bringing the (now slightly judgemental) attention back to her. She raised her hands up in surrender. “She didn’t tell me that, and I didn’t approve or suggest it! I just know my baby too well to not realize that that’s her plan. Could ya provide an escort?”
Bruce sighed. “This is gonna be an eventful month.”
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ilove-cedricdiggory · 4 years ago
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Moony
Remus x Reader
Part 2
Summary - After you left Remus after telling him about your pregnancy, you're now trying to juggle being pregnant by yourself in a foreign country, along with your three best friends searching for you.
Trigger Warning - Cursing, mentions of abortion, angst, it's longish? I think that's all. Let me know if there's more though.
Italics are letters, Bold is unknown to the readers.
America.
That's the only way you can really describe it. It is, well, America. Some places are incredibly beautiful, some terribly ugly. Some incredibly cold, some unbearably hot. Some busier than Diagon Alley on the day all the kids come to buy their things, some slower than a virgin's bedroom.
You hadn't seen much, especially seeing as how you had only been there for a week, but it was already more than you expected. You expected a stern talking to, you expected a bed rest, you expected a midwife in every thirty minutes, and you definitely expected to have someone at your side every second of the day. But, that wasn't what you got.
Especially seeing as how, your Great Grandpa kicked the rest of your family out of the house before you arrived, not wanting his favorite grandkid to be in an uncomfortable home, especially while she was growing his two great, great grandkids.
He was incredibly wealthy, a pure blood from England gone American. You had been the only one that actively spoke to him and visited him as often as you could while he lived in England. Now, your family was watching the sand fall in his hourglass to see who got the most money from his will. Honestly, though, you could see the man living another 200 years - just to spite them all.
He had taken you out, shown you incredible things, although you were stuck in a stupid state of unbearable heat - Texas. Although, the heat had taken you out of the sweaters that had you crying every time you got a whiff of his scent, and into some beautiful maternity sun dresses. You had already sent 20 pictures to Molly.
You had yet to write to Lily though, but her owls came twice a day, at least. You were starting to worry that she would get on James' broom and follow the owl herself to find you. Her letters really all stayed the same.
Y/n, just tell me where you are. I won't tell Remus, or Sirius. Heck, I won't even tell James. Harry and I will come visit and I'll tell you all about how I beat Remus' arse. Or how James did....Or how Sirius did. But, please, just write me back. I love you. I miss you incredibly.
Then you had
Y/n, come on, you really have me worried. The entire order has heard about what happened and I think they're all freaking out each second like we are. We miss you. You're the ray of Hufflepuff joy we all need, the always Ravenclaw intelligence the boys really need, the absolute Gryffindor bravery in the craziest of situations that the order needs, and the Slytherin strength I need. Please, just write back.
Then, she got help from the boys - or, the ones you would be open to hear from.
Y/n, while I have to be honest, Lily is standing over my shoulder watching me write this, I was going to do it either way. Remus was an absolute arse, I understand that, but we miss you. Lily, Harry and I want nothing more than for you to be home, with us even. You don't have to see him, you really don't. We just want to be here for you through this time, the good and the bad. Please write back.
When that didn't work, you had a howler from Sirius.
Y/n Y/l/n, I swear, if you don't write me back, I'm gonna jump into the paper and send myself! I'm going absolutely crazy watching Lily freak out every day! You're the only one that can calm her, not even James is doing it! You're taking away my precious James time! I fucking miss you - okay? Moony is an absolute dick. He deserved you walking out on him, he really did, but please don't walk out on all of us too. Y/n, we miss you, we really do. Moony isn't even here anymore, he left after we all went to Molly's - Sirius, don't tell her that! - Shit, fuck, how do I scratch that? Uhhh, I didn't say that. Erase! Erase! Lily, how do I erase on a howler? Fuck. Whatever. I'm sure it erased. But, come home. I'll make James make you that surprisingly good chicken he makes and I'm sure Lily would love to give you some old baby momma clothes or whatever the fuck they're called. I just - we just - no, I miss you, okay? Come home.
Your heart broke, not just because Remus was missing, but because your friends were hurt.
You sat down at the table in your guest house, sighing softly. A quill and some parchment sat before you, your hand shaking as you dipped it into the ink.
Lily, James, and Sirius.
While I know I could write a letter to each of you separately, I'm almost positive you're all together, or you're gonna call each other as soon as you get my letter.
I'm okay, I think. Not as okay as I wish I was, I cry a lot. While I wish I could blame it on the hormones, I know it's not. Everything reminds me of him, even here. No, I'm not in England, I'm in the states. I'm staying with some family and I think it's doing me well. At least, I've started to own my pregnancy.
After what Remus said to me, my body broke. I just about hated the fact that I was pregnant. Not my kids, just that I was pregnant. But, with each day, I realize that this pregnancy is the thing I needed most. While I wish I didn't have to say this - it showed me the man Remus is. Does that mean I cry any less? Of course not - you guys know me.
But, I really don't think I can come home, at least not yet. I'm still trying to figure out what I'm to do. I love Remus with every fiber of my being, but how do you love a man that told you to get rid of your own children, the minute he gets home from a mission he could have died from? How do you let him hold you as he feels the two children you both created grow in your belly knowing he hates them?
I'm going to come home eventually, of course I am. And I already promised Molly I'll be back for a visit soon, and you guys are more than welcome to come visit once I teach my family how to properly floo in America - did you know they don't do that here? It's super weird. But, I love you three incredibly. I'm so sorry this has happened. Be safe.
Your heart broke as you debated on writing more, about what your heart was still set on. Remus. Where was he? Where did he go? Had they heard from him? Was he looking for you? But you couldn't bring yourself to ask them.
The owl was sent with their letter, leaving you in the silence once more.
How could you feel so absolutely alone when you had people wanting nothing more than to be with you? Is it what you thought you deserved? They were his friends before they were yours. You felt horrible that they were taking your side. You felt your heart ripping slowly with each beat it made in it's spot in your being. It was like one half of your heart was tied to Remus' and with each beat away from him, it tore you apart - slowly, filling you with excruciating pain.
Five minutes after the letter was sent, you were standing, trying to find a way to busy your mind.
Ten minutes after the letter was sent, you were crouching in the corner, the weight of your predicament pressing down on you so hard, it's like it formed hands and was set on pushing you six feet under without any hole dug for your body.
Twenty minutes after the letter was sent, your body was shaking with it's sobs once more, the loss of not only your spouse, but also the friends you loved almost as much as him.
An hour later, you had fallen asleep on the floor, your mind groggy and your heart tearing with each beat, your conscious hoping to pull you away from the pain your felt in the body that was supposed to be yours - but belonged to the man who seemed to not want you anymore.
It was dark, so incredibly dark. The only thing that was seen was the moon, halfway full in it's wake. The only thing heard was the pads of feet stomping on the ground as they ran. Ran where? Ran why? You could feel the pain in your chest, but it was like it wasn't your own. As you came to a stop, you looked at a building that seemed a familiar kind of unfamiliar - although that didn't really make much sense to you.
Before you realized it, you were slumped over the toilet, letting out the contents of your stomach. One of your hands pulled your hair to one side of your shoulder, keeping it there. But all you could think was how badly you wish it was Remus holding your hair, rubbing your back as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.
But all that mattered today was to get through it, like any other day.
One day following the motions.
Two days following the motions.
Three, four, five days.
Until your hands were pulled from your face, the skin around your fingers almost chewed to nothing, the warm face of Lily standing before you.
"If I see you bite your fingers one more time, I'm going to hex them to taste like Harry's dirty diapers." She spoke, pulling you up from your spot on the couch.
"Lily - I." You stopped, looking around her to see James, Sirius, and Harry. "How?" You asked, looking back into the eyes of your best friend.
"Your great grandpa is super cool. I think he was getting tired of all the letters we were sending him too and gave us the floo network here to knock you out of whatever it is you're in." Sirius spoke, Harry on his shoulders, pulling at his hair.
"You guys-" You were cut off with Lily pulling you into her hold, her larger belly pressed against yours as you both attempted to properly hug one another.
"I have missed you, so much" Her voice was soft, uncommon for Lily. Her hands held you tightly, almost like she was holding onto you to make sure you didn't disappear once more.
"Come on Lils, other people missed her too." Sirius spoke to cause her to pull away and glare at the man. "If you weren't holding onto my kid, I'd have hexed you so hard for that." She said, moving to grab Harry from his shoulders as James wrapped you up in a hug himself.
"If we hadn't seen you for another day, I think Lily was going to fly off on my broom." He said, causing you to laugh at your own prediction.
You finally got to Sirius, his arms holding you tighter than the two. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, his hold growing tighter. "What are you sorry for, Siri?" You asked him, pulling away to look into his face.
"What he said, what he did. That's not what you deserved." He mumbled, pushing your hair back a bit. "I swear, I about pounded his face in at Molly's. I think Arthur had to separate me magically." He trailed off, looking at the floor.
His words brought tears to your eyes once more, your heart feeling empty, yet full. "That's not your fault, Sirius. We all knew he didn't want kids, but we weren't careful. I don't know why his reaction surprised me." You were honest with them, having thought this entire thing was truly your fault.
The three of them surrounded you, their eyes narrow with intent. "Y/n, the last thing this is, is your fault. You're his fiancée, not a random person. Either way, those are his kids. He shouldn't have treated you like he did." James spoke with meaning, wanting you to understand each word he spoke.
Somehow, the four of you relaxed enough to find yourself growing to bed. You showed Sirius his room, a place where James and Lily can lay Harry, and then their own room, before finding your way to your own.
You laid in bed, wide awake. You knew what tonight was, the night before the full moon, and knew that Remus was probably out wherever he was, already in pain. Every turn was different, it truly was, but each night before the full moon, his body ached, his bones almost softened, knowing they would be breaking and turning in 24 hours, and his head psyched him out, especially when you weren't there. This was now the third full moon your financé was to handle without you.
You refused to cry, knowing Lily always had a third sense to that stuff, and willed yourself to sleep. But, you laid there.
And laid there.
And laid there some more, until you couldn't handle the quiet, and found yourself moving out of the room and towards Sirius'.
You had slept with Sirius before, each time when Remus was gone and your heart could hardly handle it. Now, the three hearts inside of you couldn't stand the guilt of not being with him.
The door didn't creak when you opened it, none of the floor boards made a sound, but that somehow made it worse. Your feet carried you to the dark haired man, seeing his sleeping frame move, sensing another person there.
His eyes jerked open, coming to look at you as he smiled sadly. "How did I know you'd come in here. Just can't resist the charm, can you?" His voice was deeper, rougher from sleep. It calmed you, but never like Remus' did. You waddled closer to the man, his arms opening for you as you crawled into him.
You both laid in silence, but awake now, as you took in the moment.
"I miss him, Siri. I know I shouldn't, I know I should hate him, but my entire being misses him." Your voice was softer than his was, much softer, but it wasn't because you were afraid of him, but because you were afraid of your own truth.
"I know you do. I know he misses you too. You guys are kinda like Lily and James, meant to be. He's just, an absolute git for this." His fingers worked in your hair, rubbing your scalp and causing your eyes to close in comfort.
"I thought we were meant to be too. But, he doesn't want me anymore. He doesn't want us." At that, Sirius rested a hand at your bump, this being the first touch they really had beside your own. "He does, he's just stupid and scared. Either way, you have us. Aunt Lily, Uncle James, and, the absolute best uncle in the world, Uncle Siri. We've got you." His sensere words lulled you to sleep, a sleep where you felt safe and happy falling into.
You were running again, but it didn't feel like you were in danger. It felt like you were running to run, really. Which, was something you did not do. You weren't in the woods, but you didn't know where you were. All you did know is that you were still scared. Absolutely, bone crushingly scared.
With each step you took, the fear grew. How could you possibly be this scared? You were looking for something, but you didn't know what. You were shaking, but from both the cold and the fear. You were shaking. Shaking. Shaking
Shaking. "Y/n, wake up!" Sirius was looking down at you, his eyes full of excitement. "Your great grandpa is showing us the American version of Diagon Alley today!" You smiled up at him, nodding.
"Okay, okay, let me get changed."
The four of you had left your Grandpa once he settled himself down to play some wizards chess, waving you off.
"You know where the house is when you're done, I've got a title to keep."
You wandered through stores, showing them the few things you had learned so far about the wizarding world here. The four of you had just walked into their version of Flourish and Blotts when you were stopped by an older couple. "Oh, you both look absolutely wonderful! I remember when I was that pregnant. How far are you both?" she was smiling at you and Lily, growing closer to you.
"I'm due in about a week and a half. We already have one, Harry, who's staying with her family." She had pointed to you, smiling at the older woman. "Oh, I'd expect you to be due any day now. Seconds always come early and you look family dropped. What about you dear?" She had looked to you, glancing at your own belly.
"Oh, I'm only a few months along. Twins." You laughed, your hand resting protectively on your belly. "Awe, that's lovely. You both look radiant. Two amazing father's, I hope?" She now looked at James and Sirius, smiling at them. "Oh, no, I'm not the father. Our best mate is." Sirius spoke, gesturing to you. "Well, I dunno, is he?" He asked, looking at the three of you. "It's complicated." Lily said, smiling.
The older woman nodded, smiling. "I completely understand. I wish you both the best of luck." She bid you all adu, leaving with her husband.
"I can't tell if that was awkward or sweet." James laughed, leading you all to the door to leave.
You all laughed as you walked through the Wizarding space until you and Lily began complaining about the swollen ankles and bloated stomach enough to convince James and Sirius to guide you both home.
As the day turned into night, you now showing your friends the muggle artifacts your grandpa has collected from his move to the states. That was, until Lily groaned in pain.
"Fuck, she was right." The young woman grumbled, clenching her bump. "What do you mean?" James asked, his hand on her back softly. "He's coming early, James. I'm in labor, fuck." She groaned again, tilting her head back at the pain she was feeling for the second time in her life.
"Shit, Sirius, go find some towels. I'll go tell grandpa to write the healer for labor." You spoke, pointing Sirius in the direction of the towels before moving to Lily. "It'll be okay, okay? Everything will be fine." She nodded, gripping your hand tightly as she looked in your eyes. She smiled before groaning once more, a contraction hitting her. "Okay, okay, healer. You guys lay her down." Sirius returned with multiple towels, James and him laying a few out before helping Lily lay down on them.
You turned to waddle out of your home, attempting to get to your grandpa's house as quickly as possible.
Three steps towards his house, you heard a twig snap.
Five steps towards his house, you heard a thud.
Nine steps towards his house, a figure stopped before you, it's frame furry and bent, a growl releasing from his lips.
A werewolf.
How the fuck is a werewolf standing in front of you, in the middle of fucking Texas, in a populated muggle area?
You took a few steps backwards, until it clicked.
The only Werewolf that would spend his full moon looking for you was the same werewolf that has plagued your mind for the past month.
Moony.
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ronnie-azumane · 4 years ago
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Petty
Oikawa x Pregnant Reader
Heyo! Since there are almost no pregnant reader haikyuu fics to feed my baby fever, I’m here writing this self indulgent piece. For my first one, I decided to write Oikawa x Reader, because I feel like he fits the story best (which by the way, is inspired by the events that went down when my sister was born). So yeah, I hope y’all enjoy! If you want more, my asks are open! I’m always open to feeding into both my and other’s baby fever.
Pairing: Toru Oikawa x pregnant reader
Warnings: Pregnancy; birth; Cursing; Oikawa being a petty bitch, you know, the usual.
Petty is defined as, “Of little or no importance or consequence,” according to the dictionary. And according to you and all your friends, there is only one person in the world that lives up to that definition.
Your husband, Toru Oikawa.
Ever since you started dating the pretty setter, the littlest things would transform him into the petty setter. And of all times, It had to be today.
Earlier this week
The two of you were cuddling on the couch, watching some Netflix original you both stopped paying attention to a while ago. Toru held his hands over your swollen belly, rubbing occasional circles with his thumb. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, sighing at the comforting warmth. 
“Hey, Toru, can I talk to you for a second?” You raise your head up and ask.
Oikawa hums in reply.
“So the baby’s coming soon, right?” You ask him as he nods along. “Do you think you could try to look presentable for the birth?”
Oikawa narrows his eyes and stares into your eyes, “What do you mean?” he half-asks.
“Like, for example, if I go into labor while you’re at practice, could you like, I dunno, shower? Put something on other than workout clothes?” you say. Oikawa’s glare stays glued on your face.
After a minute of the stare-down, you finally break the silence, “Look, Toru. Last appointment when you showed up all sweaty and gross, It was kinda embarrassing.”
In response, Oikawa scoots from underneath you and sits up on the couch, effectively ending the cuddle session. You wine at the lack of contact.
“You know what, I guess I can do that much,” Oikawa groans. Happily, you stand up, peck his forehead, whisper a quick ‘thank-you,’ and head to the kitchen to scoop you some ice-cream.
Oh how naïve you were to think that it would end there.
Present  
Sleep had been hard to come by tonight. You tossed and turned on your half of the bed as your husband slept soundly next to you (or as soundly he could with you moving so much next to him).
Sighing, you get up to make your way to the bathroom. Maybe a glass of water would help. Ok, it probably won’t, but it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?
After sipping down the water, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. So many friends and family reassured you that you were beautiful, but frankly, you didn’t see it. Maybe it was because they only saw the good parts of you, not the eyebags you covered up with makeup, not the endless layers of stretchmarks that littered your body. Sure, you husband still assures you that you’re beautiful, but that didn’t prevent the insecurities from rising to the surface.
“You know, little one, you’re a lot of trouble sometimes,” you sigh, rubbing your yummy up and down. The baby, in response, gives you a little kick...
…a kick straight to the bladder.
You rush to the toilet to finish your business, sighing in relief as you didn’t make too much of a mess for once. After a moment, a sudden dull pain hit your lower back. This isn’t the first time this happened, you’ve been getting this pain off and on for the past few days. It was just then when it hit.
Those were contractions. You were going into labor.
Quickly, you rush back to the bedroom to wake up Oikawa. Before shaking him awake, you glance at the analog clock sitting on the nightstand. 3:39 am. 
“Toru. Toru, wake up. Now,” You whisper harshly as you shake his lip, sleeping body. He groaned in response and turned away, sliding his head under his pillow.
“Toru. I said now. Get up,” you whisper again, shaking him even harder.
“Five more min-” Toru was interrupted by the sound of water hitting the floor.
“Toru, my water just broke, the baby is coming. Get out of bed, now.” 
Connecting the dots, Oikawa sprang up from bed.
“Ok, get the bag, I’ll be a couple minutes.” Oikawa said as he made his way to the bathroom.
You grab the bag and set it by the door. not knowing what to do until Oikawa got there you paced around the kitchen. As you walked by the counter, another contraction hit, stronger than those previous. You gripped the counter, trying to ground yourself as your body powered through the pain.
After the contraction ended you looked around to see your husband nowhere in sight. You started to wonder what was taking him so long, so you rushed back to the bedroom.
You arrive to the bedroom to find him in the midst of a shower. The steam and the strong sent of Oikawa’s tea tree shampoo filled your nostrils. Most of the time, this would be a calming sensation, but today was not the day.
“Toru, please hurry up,” You whine, sitting back down on the bed.
“I’ll be out in a minute, babe,” Oikawa sings back. For someone who is about to become a father, he seemed awfully calm, you thought.
After much longer than a minute, Oikawa came out of the shower, donning his gray bathrobe and rubbing a towel through his hair. You sigh in relief, but the sigh is cut short as another contraction rocks through your body.
However, to your surprise, Oikawa doesn’t make his way to the closet, but to the sink. He pulls out a razor and shaving cream from the cabinet.
Oh fuck no.
“Toru, what the fuck are you doing?” You ask, your voice strained from the contraction you were pushing through at the moment.
“Shaving.”
“Toru, you and both know you don’t grow facial hair.”
“I have a bit of a stubble coming through, wouldn’t want to look bad for the little one coming,” Toru replied.
It all hit at once.
“Toru, is this about the conversation we had on the couch last week?” You ask.
“What are you talking about? I just want to look my absolute best for Oikawa Jr.” it was, damn that petty bastard.
“Damnit Toru, just hurry up.”
Two contractions later, Toru finished shaving his bare face. He waltzed his way to the closet, causing you to sigh in relief, until he came out holding two different pairs of pants.
“(Y/N), what pants should I wear?” He asks. In his left hand he holds a pair of slacks, in his right, a pair of jeans.
 “Toru, I don’t give a shit as to what you wear, just hurry up so I can birth your spawn”
“Oh really? In that case, I’ll go put on my workout clothes!” Toru chirps as he skips to the closet. You groan in reply.
“Just wear the fucking jeans.” You cry out as yet another contraction rips through your body.
“Anything you say~” He replies, changing into the pair of jeans.
You sit on the bed, waiting as your husband takes his sweet time slipping his jeans on, one pant leg at a time. At this point, the contractions have gotten both longer and more frequent. Everything was progressing smoothly, given the circumstances.
“Toru Oikawa, Hurry the fuck up,” you seethed, watching your dear husband as he walked out of the closet with four different shirts.
“Which shirt should I wear? I was thinking this one, but I’m not too sure,” Oikawa held up a white polo.
“Fuck you,” you cried as another contraction hit.
“I don’t have a shirt that says ‘fuck you,’ do you think the store would have one?”
“Toru, if you don’t hurry the fuck up, I will deliver this baby right here.”
“Fine, I’ll go with the polo. Although you could have just said so,” Oikawa whined. He threw the polo onto the bed and waltzed to the closet to put away the other three. Once he finished putting away the shirts, he put on the polo, grabbed a pair of shoes, and the hospital bag. You thought he was toying with you until you heard the jingle of the car keys in his hand.
XxX
”Hello Mrs. Oikawa, lets take a peak to see how far along you are!” The nurse smiled. Already dressed in a hospital gown, you put your legs in the stirrups to allow the nurse to take a look at your progression. 
Honestly, you just wanted this examination to be over, so you could order an epidural. At this point, the contractions were frequent and painful.
“How does it look?” Your dear husband asked, only for the color to rush out of his face when he looked at the nurse.
“What’s going on?” you question, but the nurse’s face of shock doesn’t ease your nerves in the slightest.
“Well,” the nurse stutters, standing up and taking off her gloves, “everything is fine, you’re just fully dilated, I’m honestly surprised you haven’t started pushing yet.”
“W-what?” you stutter in disbelief.
“It’s baby time!” the nurse smiles as she pages the doctor to come over.
“No epidural?” you ask, afraid of the answer.
“No time!” the nurse exclaims as she readies the equipment needed to deliver and care for the freshly born baby.
Oikawa started to shiver from the death glare you were giving him. The room almost seemed to drop a couple degrees from the ice in your eyes as you stared at him.
“Thank-you for taking your time this morning. I know the baby is going to appreciate your look, Toru,” your eye twitched.
“Look, y/n, I’m so sorr-”
“Save it” you interrupt. The two of you stay there in silence until the doctor comes in.
“Alright Mrs. Oikawa, ready to push?” The doctor asked.
To Oikawa’s surprise, you clutched his hand and readied yourself for the first push.
“Let’s get this over with.”
XxX
You cooed at the little girl in your arms. Her tiny flailing limbs rested against your bare chest, with the flimsy hospital blanket covering the two of you. Oikawa stood at your bedside, doting at his two favorite princesses. He would avidly deny it, but he did shed a couple of tears whilst looking at the small baby girl.
“She’s perfect,” you whispered as you rubbed the sleeping baby’s back softly with your thumb.
“Just like her momma,” Oikawa cooed, ending his sentence with a kiss to your forehead.                 
“Wanna hold her? You haven’t done skin-to-skin yet,” you asked, for him to answer a littler too quick. After all, who could blame him; he was about to hold his baby girl for the first time.
Quickly, he shed his shirt and folded it neatly on the arm of the chair next to the hospital bed. As he prepared himself physically and mentally to hold the baby, you started to sit yourself up, reaching for the robe you had brought.
Gently, Oikawa reached out to pick up the small baby girl. She was just so tiny, about the size (if not smaller) than the volleyballs he’s used to serving across the net. Little hands with little fingers, all with little fingernails and fingerprints. He laid her on his chest, to which she snoozed away.
“y/n, she’s just so perfect,” Oikawa cried. He held one of her tiny hands between his thumb and pointer finger to examine, to which she instinctively squeezed his thumb. At that moment was when his heart melted.
“Well, I’m glad you like her,” you yawned, lying back down to catch up on some sleep. 
Oikawa’s hands have migrated from the baby’s hand to the back of her head, rubbing his thumb over her forehead. Everything was perfect. Everything was peaceful.
“Toru?” you called out for groggily.
“Yes?”
“I’m still mad at you,” you said as you drifted off to sleep. Oikawa sighed. Any punishment was worth being able to hold his little princess in his arms.
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phoenixyfriend · 4 years ago
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The “Momma Sturmvoraus was Literally Satan” AU
As requested by @spazzbot​. This AU was initially brainstormed on the GG fanworks server almost a year ago. Specifically, on the first day of 2020.
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[ID: a truncated discord message by “Miss Nixy, Gay for RoboLadies” posted 01/01/2020. The message reads “I need to sleep but please for the moment consider:” and ends there.]
So. Let’s get to it.
Satan took a human form because why not see what's going on topside, live like a human, and “Oh shit is this pregnancy? This is pregnancy. Fuck, that's a tiny human. Which is now half demon. Am I supposed to take care it? Wonder if retconing this form into that Valois family was a bad idea. They do have SO much money though, I get to live like a queen. I suppose another child shouldn't hurt, it wasn't that bad. Oh, he's cute, this is actually making sense, why humans do all the sinning. Not counting dear Aaronev's murders, of course, those are just evil, but I did search out the worst of the humans to pair myself to...”
This is literally just "Tarvek and Anevka's mom was low-key Satan on a bored “let's be human for a decade or two to see what happens” jaunt, consequences happen because these kids are LITERALLY half-demon and arguably anti-Christs."
Also it's just Very Funny for Tarvek, ineffectual sexy lamp fashion twunk extraordinaire, to be an antichrist
Jeff thinks he’s pretty. Jeff keeps describing features that don’t entirely make sense. (Jeff’s canon name is Karl Thotep but they spent so long unnamed that the server collectively named them Jeff.)
This is not a crossover with anything, btw. Ambiguously Pop Culture Satan just got bored and went to have babies with a serial killer.
They’re just kids! That are vaguely demonic. So. Moreso than the rest of the Valois.
Sometimes "mom" comes back from the dead and visits Anevka and Tarvek to impart Wisdom and possibly magic lessons The rooms always smell faintly of sulfur after that...
They try to put Anevka in the machine but SHE isn't hurt and the MACHINE just melts
So that's the end of that.
It's very awkward for everyone, but the paperwork isn't too bad. It's very easy to write "incidental fire began during late-fugue experimentation, resulted in fire spreading through six rooms and several casualties, including Prince Aaronev Wilhelm Sturmvoraus."
As per @atagotiak​, “I feel like if we’re going in any way dimensional weirdness with thing, Tarvek got so good at exploring bc he could just clip through walls.”
With image provided by @thisarenotarealblog​:
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Tarvek in Paris: My dead mother keeps showing up in my dreams to tell me I need to seduce my way out of my problems and also she looks like Satan. Tarvek's Voltaire-Appointed Therapist: I still don't know what that means. Just like the last five times. Tarvek: I keep telling her that I can’t seduce Colette, if seduction is that important she should get Anevka to do it.
Like he probably wouldn’t say most of that in front of any Voltaire-approved individual, but still.
Tarvek is still very good at self control but there's a Special Edge to his rants.
(Derailed in the moment to me thinking about Anevka in a sfw-but-concerningly-deadly succubus getup, because... yeah.)
Aaronev dies and goes to hell and his dead wife is just there like "hi! Time to be tortured for eternity!" He wasn't a good husband so. He can't exactly sentimentalize his way out.
“In the sexy way?” “... not for you, no.”
Mostly I just want the BULLSHIT that is "Storm Mom was actually just Satan getting bored and going on vacation as a retconned Valois girl, the kids are half-demons and sometimes it Shows."
To clarify: the Satan bit isn't the retcon. Grandma used to have one daughter. Now there are two. (Seffie and Martellus's mother doesn't remember being an only child, but sometimes...)
Satan retconned a new daughter in, which included a Valid Valois Venusian Vestment, so the blood tests play out.
The subtle signs of wrongness would be fun too. Anevka tends to smile a bit too wide and sharp for a human face. Inexplicable uneasiness, here you can’t point at any specific thing that’s wrong but it’s uncomfortable. Uncanny valley prettiness, almost like the porcelain she became in other timelines. Skin isn’t supposed to be that smooth.
My brain's pre-nap contribution at that point was "Satan's pronouns when not pretending to Human are sin/sinself" which is! Certainly a thing.
Tarvek, at some nebulous future point: I mean, your ancestors were monsters, but my dad was a serial killer and my mom was literally Satan, instead of just figuratively like Lucrezia, so. I mean. I kind of get what you're going through.
Per @firebirdeternal: Tarvek and Anevka growing up with "you're allergic to holy water" and not questioning it until a little later because What.
And then they test it and it's like "yeah, no, there's a rash now. That stung. What the fuck."
It INFURIATES Gil in Paris when Tarvek tells him that's a thing, because there's nothing chemically different about Holy water and regular water. But no, this is somehow happening.
It gets logged in medical journals as a Valois genetic thing because, well, Mom was like that too, right?
One time they both go into a church for an Adventure and Gil is very annoyed to find that Tarvek is like. Faintly smoking. It smells like burnt hair in here.
Gil: What smells like burnt hairgel? Tarvek: [glares]
Gil decides that it must be something particular to the church, like a fungus or something in the stone, contaminating the air and water so it only LOOKS like the holiness is what's setting off reactions.
It is not.
Tarvek once got into an argument with someone and ate a slab of raw, completely uncooked meat as a power move.
SVV seems to work perfectly. Everyone is fine. We get the ‘you fight like ducks’ moment.
And then Tarvek bursts into flames, and everyone panics because no they fixed this what the fuck is he still infected with Hogfarb’s oh my god... and then everything settles down and he's perfectly fine. Not a scratch on him, no longer turning funny colors. Completely unharmed. He's in a nicely tailored suit and looks faintly stunned
"I just met my dead mom, who's apparently Satan. She told me that after I died the first time just now, I should be harder to kill later, especially with fire, because now there's more demon and less mortal and guys I think I'm going crazy." "Is that a martini?" Tarvek looks down. "Apparently."
Tarvek starts just. Randomly setting things on fire by glaring too hard and has to tone it down. Meanwhile, Agatha and Gil are having crises about how he's somehow getting PRETTIER.
Is he faintly glowing? Maybe!
Gil handles it by angrily sniping at Tarvek about how of COURSE he's an evil little rat with a background like that.
Tarvek just wants a nap and to forget this ever happened. Many people are sworn to secrecy. It's very awkward.
Still, SVV did something, for handwave-y reasons, and so they're linked now. Gil and Agatha both getting tiny flashes of the same shenanigans.
They get none of the powers. They just keep getting Weird Shit.
Other characters with divine influence are like "Did you.... did you make a pact with a demon?" "What no that's our boyfriend."
Tho tbh I wouldn’t be surprised if a Heterodyne did sign a contract with a demon at some point in exchange for like. Materials. A hundred souls sacrificed in exchange for some succubus blood. Thanks!
Tarvek and Othar: Falling out of CW as in canon. Tarvek: WHAT THE HELL SINCE WHEN DO I HAVE WINGS HIDE THIS BEFORE I GET BOOTED FROM THE LINE FOR THE THRONE
IDK where Anevka is during all this. I think she might have decided to go sleep her way through the courts of the Ice Tsars. Vacation, y'know?
Othar after he's decided to make Tarvek his new Heroic Apprentice: AH, my poor afflicted young friend, it's noble of you to go against the dark nature of your tragic heritage like this. Tarvek: I hate you. I wish I could hate you to death. But you have a point. I shouldn't let my father's blood limit what I strive for in life. Othar: I... I thought your mother was... Tarvek: I know what I said.
Tarvek: Also you can't tell ANYONE about that, I can't have them thinking I'm not actually in line for the Storm King's throne.
He does admittedly have to like. Explain things to Grandma.
Terabithia is Tarvek’s maternal grandmother so this is supremely awkward. That said...
Grandma fondly remembers her pregnancy cravings; bone marrow and sulfur.
"Yeah so, my mother, your daughter, was... maybe actually Satan? But retconned into your life?" "Tarvek, darling, please. I figured that out half a century ago."
TARVEK ACCIDENTALLY FINDS HIM HIMSELF WEIRDLY INTENSE AT CONTRACTS
I mean that honestly just Tracks about Tarvek anyways? But like moreso.
He just. Writes something up and there's things getting signed or shook on and then the person tries to break the contract and either suddenly catch fire or are deeply unlucky for a set amount of time.
And Tarvek's just standing there like "how in the FUCK did I do that?"
Severity of infernal punishment depends on the severity of the breach of contract.
Tarvek finds out that Anevka's been convincing rich people to sign their souls over to her. It's a fun challenge. She keeps them in jars.
They can still remotely pilot their bodies but like. They can't TELL anyone what happened.
Satan: I'm going to go make babies and now everyone else has to deal with the consequences.
Anevka's living up to that whole "princess of hell" vibe. Tarvek's just like "nope nope nope I want the storm throne, not the hell throne, BYE MOM."
Satan's just feeling sinself down in hell like "awwww look at my babies go, aren't they adorable?"
Tarvek: Anevka, what... first off, how did you figure it out? Anevka: Well, I temporarily died when father put me in the machine, and... I can't say that hell kicked me out because they were afraid I'd take over, but mother DID say she'd rather I play about with human governments instead of Hell's. Tarvek: Okay, cool cool cool. What after you planning to DO with all these souls? Anevka: They make for some lovely reading lamps, don't they?
(Anevka absolutely sets herself the goal of acquiring new titles that rival her old ones, or even surpass them. She just black widows her way through Europa.)
I just want someone (probably Snackleford) to ascend, take one look at Tarvek, and run SCREAMING.
Tarvek still needed to be anchored to Higgs, because Tarvek is Baby.
Gil is eventually in a relationship with an Eternal God Queen and the Literal Son of Satan.
Family dinners can include ALL the in-laws if you duck down to hell! - You borrow Bill from... probably heaven, maybe purgatory. - You have Lu and Aaronev and Satan already there, though the first two... well. Aaronev and Lu get invited to dinner but they have to eat by themselves at the kiddy table and nobody talks to them or acknowledges their presence. After all, this is hell, and what better punishment for Lu than to be completely ignored, and for Aaronev to see Lu at her worst and be reminded that he gave everything for this horrible, horrible person who isn't even pretending to care about him anymore. - Zanta and Klaus get invited via portal. - Anevka saunters in with a blood-soaked dress and a complaint about militant demon-hunters refusing to let her go shopping for a new pair of shoes. - Zeetha tagged along with the OT3. (She can't wait to see this situation explode.)
Oh God, Satan is actually second place as far as good parenting goes.
Well, actually, fourth. Because Adam and Lilith. But second as far as bio parents go. 1. Zanta 2. Satan 3. Klaus 4/5. Lu and Aaronev N/A. Bill
Someone (Anevka) decides to stir the pot and invites Von Pinn, Terabithia, Bang.
Bang is basically Gil’s older sister, right? Right.
This is Zanta meeting Bang for the first time! Zanta is just: "It's so nice to meet my husband's adopted daughter." Klaus freezes. Bang freezes. Gil is the only one who is just. "Yeah." Meanwhile Zeetha is crying with laughter off to the side because both of them deserve this. (Zanta would legit love Bang though.)
Agatha: Tarvek, I think DuPree is-- Tarvek: Hitting on my sister? I know. Agatha: On your mom, actually. Tarvek: NO!
Also I do love the idea of like. Nobody tells Bang they're inviting her. She just wakes up in Hell like. "Ah. Yes. Fair enough."
Satan: Oh no no no my dear, you're here as a guest. Besides as well as you'd fit you're not one of mine, you've got other things waiting for you. Bang: Okay, but I love the decor. And is that Cheesecake?
Bang’s family has their own evil god in the novels, but! Bang DID pick on Tarvek a lot in Paris. Satan cares more than Anevka does. Bang might get the sexy punishment.
I feel like the fact that no permanent damage was done and it taught Tarvek a lot of things means Satan isn't gonna be all that upset about it.
And let's be real, if there's a character in GG who could look the literal Christian devil in the eye and be like "Yeah I tortured your kid, what're you going to do about it?" it's Bang.
Even Satan doesn't know what to do or think about Othar.
He sure is here! As Anevka’s arm candy! Nobody knows what to do except Anevka herself, who just wants to be Smug.
(What's that scene from Phineas and Ferb that's the mad scientist trapping the platypus within the rules of polite dining at a fine restaurant? Like he can't make a scene because that would be rude?) (That. Othar would dearly love to start a fight, but it's a Family Dinner. You're only allowed to fight verbally at those.)
(Othar isn't even fighting Satan, he just wants to argue with Klaus.) (And maybe fanboy in Bill's direction a bit).
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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years ago
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As Long as You Love me-Part 3
Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader
Summary: A new chapter for Rudy and Y/N begins, will they be able to overcome the hardships with a wedding, and a baby on the way?(sequel to SOMH)
Note: Heart breaking cliff hanger ahead...also I know this doesn’t go with the timeline like at all but leave me alone this is a made up story ok(:
Also I’m still going through TT asks so don’t fret ya nasties, jkjk I love y’all and hope you enjoy!
Part 2 Part 4
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“BABY!” Rudy shouted, sprinting through the house to find me.
“What?” I asked, a spoon that previously had my favorite ice cream hanging from my mouth.
“Season 2 was approved,” he yelled, jumping around like a kid on Christmas.
“Oh my god that’s amazing!” I beamed, giggling when Rudy spun me around.
“I need you to help me film the announcement.” he said, rushing me up the stairs.
“You’re gonna have to shave,” I pouted, reaching a hand out to feel his facial hair. 
“Say goodbye,” he chuckled, laughing when I kissed all over his face, and I made sure to rub my cheeks against his. 
“Even the baby said he doesn’t want his daddy to shave.” I whined dramatically.
“Awww I’m sorry bubba, daddy will grow it back.” he cooed, both of us laughing at our goofiness. 
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“Why aren’t you packing?” Rudy asked, squinting as I laid stretched out on our bed.
“I’m not going,” I sighed, rubbing my belly.
“WHAT?!” he boomed, whipping around quickly.
“Rudy who knows when you’ll be done filming, the baby could come by then, and I don’t want to have a newborn down there.” I explained, turning my head to look at his distraught expression.
“I don’t like the thought of you being here on your own, you need to come with me.” he argued, throwing the clothes he had in hand down in his suitcase. 
“What am I supposed to do? Sit around all day? I won’t have a car and I’m not Ubering by myself.” I scoffed.
“I’m sure you could come with us, baby please just think about it.” Rudy said, leaning his head down by mine. 
“I don’t have a doctor down there for my regular appointments.” I pointed out. 
“There’s doctors in Charleston babe.” Rudy rolled his eyes, moving his head to lay it on my belly. 
“There’s also the fact that I can’t just up and leave my job for however many months.” I said, sifting my hands through his hair. 
“Take a leave of absence,” he shrugged, moving his hands around on my baby bump to listen to the baby move. 
“Sweetheart I’ll be fine here, I know you worry about us, but I have responsibilities here.” I spoke softly.
“You can’t be here all alone, just come with me. Please?” he begged, crawling on top of me to lay his head on my chest.
“I can’t Ru,” I giggled, leaning down to kiss his pouting lips.
“I seriously don’t want you here alone, it’d be different if we lived in Alaska or even back at your apartment because there’s people we know around you. All the people we know here will be gone, you’re not staying here.” Rudy rambled, anger rising in his tone.
“Rudy! I don’t want to be bored and lonely for however long you’re going to be down there.” I huffed.
Rudy stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. I rolled my eyes at his dramatics, hoisting myself up to waddle after him. I understood where he was coming from, but I didn’t want to leave my home. I’m a homebody, I always have been. I didn’t like to leave my house unless I absolutely had to. I found him in the kitchen, furiously washing dishes.
“Ru,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his middle. 
“I’m afraid...I’m afraid something is going to happen to you or the baby, and I won’t be here.” he confessed, sighing deeply as he turned in my hold. 
“I know baby, but I will be ok. The baby isn’t due for another five months.” I said as I got to my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. 
“Anything could happen in those five moths my love.” he mumbled, caressing my cheek as he stared into my eyes. 
“I know, but I will be extra careful. I promise.” I smiled, puckering my lips so he would give me a kiss. He obliged of course, but didn’t just stop at one.
Rudy was more determined to prove that I needed him around, which I knew was 75% true, but I would never tell him that. I was going to prove that I was fine on my own, even if deep down I didn’t want to be without him. This led me to now as I stood in our kitchen, struggling to reach a cup on one of the higher shelves in the cabinet.
“Dammit,” I hissed, standing on my tiptoes.
“Need some help my love?” Rudy asked, smirking as I struggled.
“No,” I grunted, walking over to drag a chair to the counter. Rudy gasped when I climbed on top of it, rushing over to me.
“Baby!” he shouted, holding my hips as I reached for the cup.
“Got it,” I smiled, laughing at his angry expression. 
“You are just trying to give me a heart attack,” he grumbled, slapping my ass which made me laugh harder.
Another instance I was in the shower, happily minding my own business when my bottle of soap fell off the shelf and landed right on my foot.
“Son of a bitch!” I gritted out.
“What the hell happened?” Rudy questioned, opening the shower door.
“I’m fine, just broke my fucking toe.” I hissed, going to pick it up.
“Let me get it,” he rushed, hopping in the shower with me.
“You’re getting your clothes all wet babe!” I laughed.
“Guess I should take them off then hmmm?” he smirked, slowly stripping himself.
“You only came in here to get some, not even to help your pregnant fiance.” I tutted, shaking my head in mock disappointment. 
“My pregnant fiance dropped that soap on purpose to get me in here to give her some.” he grinned, walking me back against the cold tile. 
“That’s an awful accusation Mr. Pankow,” I murmured, staring down at his lips.
“I think you need to be punished for that future Mrs. Pankow,” Rudy smiled, wrapping his hand around my throat to pull me to his lips.
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“You’re sure you’ll be okay?” Rudy asked for the tenth time in five minutes.
“Yes honey, we will be just fine. If anything changes, I will let you know.” I chuckled as we stood at the front of the security check.
Rudy brought me into his arms, rocking us back and forth. I took in his scent, ingraining it into my memory. I didn’t know when we would be able to see each other again, but I hoped it wasn’t too long because we both didn’t want to miss any milestones of my pregnancy together. He pulled away slightly, bending down to kiss my belly.
“Alright little guy, I need you to be good to momma ok? I love both of you so much.” he spoke softly, my heart fluttering in my chest when he kissed my belly.
 Rudy came back up to his full height, taking my face in his hands to smash his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck, taking one hand to pull his hair lightly. His hands traveled further to give my ass a playful squeeze, my hands immediately grabbing his to pull them away. We laughed into each other’s lips, leaving sweet kisses on random patches of skin. 
“Don’t have too much fun without me.” I mumbled.
“I love you,” he smiled, caressing my cheek.
“I love you more Ru,” I whispered.
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A week later, I was sent a post from a fan account. Nothing new, I was sent stuff all the time, but this one caught my attention. I hadn’t checked anything on Instagram today, so I clicked on the link to JD’s dad’s post. There was a picture of Rudy, JD, and fucking Elaine in a living room. The caption read ‘roommates’, and I saw red.
Hell. Fucking. No.
I called Maddie B, seething as I paced around my house.
“Hey girlie,” she greeted.
“Was no one going to tell me that Elaine is staying in the establishment as Rudy?” I griped.
“What? I didn’t even know that.” she gasped.
“Someone sent me JD’s dad’s post with all of them looking cozy in their apartment.” I growled, rifling through my closet for my suitcase.
“What are you doing? I can hear you shuffling shit.” she asked.
“I’m buying the next ticket over there Madison. She is not about to make a move on my baby daddy and not suffer the consequences.” I spoke angrily, shoving clothes in the bag. 
“Ok, ok calm down. Let’s think about this.” Maddie B soothed.
“Already thought it over, I’ll be there in the next 24 hours.” I hissed, hanging up the phone. I called Rudy immediately after, holding the phone to my ear. 
“Hi honey, everything ok?” he asked, worry taking over his tone.
“Yeah I’m good, but I changed my mind. I want to stay with you while you film, I don’t like being by myself, and you were right if something does happen I won’t have anyone with me.” I said, no way I was going to tell him the real reason I was flying over.
“That’s fine my love, I’ll talk to them about getting us our own apartment. I’ve been sharing one with JD and his dad. It’s been great, but I miss holding you and feeling the baby.” he confessed, a small smile gracing my lips.
“Awww baby, I miss you, but I’ll be there within the next 24 hours. I’m booking the plane ticket now, I love you.” I spoke softly, imagining his blushing cheeks and his eyes lighting up the times we had been apart only to meet again. 
“Love you baby,” he murmured, both of us hanging up at the same time.
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 I didn’t expect to be crying when I arrived, my heart torn into a million pieces. I had Rudy’s post notifications on, so when I saw he had posted something on his story, of course I clicked to see. I was horrified to see a picture of Elaine, then in the next one, a video of them shooting some kind of nerf gun to see who could make the shot. I almost dropped my phone, anger and sadness surging through me. 
Rudy was filming today, so he had sent someone to pick me up. I sat and mulled over my thoughts, wondering why...why he would post something with her when he hardly posts stuff of me. I looked down at my slightly protruding belly, mindlessly feeling around it. I knew Rudy loved me, I knew he did, but if he was going to constantly forgive Elaine and want her in our life...I wasn’t sure if I could go through with this. 
I went to the apartment Rudy had got for us, not bothering to unpack since I didn’t think I’d be staying here tonight. I sat on the couch and cried, wondering what was so wrong with me that Rudy was constantly going back to her. I wondered if he wished she was having his child instead of me. Rudy walked in a few hours later, smiling at my bags sitting by the door before his eyes came to me.
“Baby, what’s wrong?!” he asked, rushing over to me. 
“Do you not care at all about our relationship Rudy...our ENGAGEMENT?!” I exclaimed, his face furrowed up in confusion.
“What are you talking about?” Rudy questioned, but then something clicked as his face softened with realization.
“Yeah, I saw your story. You know what she’s capable of Rudy, time and time again she has tried to come between us. Did you not think how this would make me feel?” I hissed, standing up from the couch to pace the living room. 
“We’re all just good friends, you’re overthinking this way too much.” he sighed, rubbing his face.
“No I’m not Rudy, you hardly ever post shit with me, so what makes her so special?” I growled.
“Honey it was just-” he started.
“No Rudy, if she was really your friend, then she wouldn’t constantly go out of her way to break us apart.” I shouted, making my way towards the door. 
“That’s not what’s going on, I love you!” Rudy exasperated, following after me. 
“If you wanna be with her so bad, give her this for me.” I seethed, yanking my engagement ring off and throwing it at him. His eyes went wide as he somehow caught it with both hands. 
“My love, your hormones are out of whack, let’s just calm down-” he spoke softly. 
“I want her nowhere near me, I didn’t want her near you, and she’s not to come even close to my baby.” I raged, gripping the door handle.
“Our baby,” he muttered.
“You wanna be with her so bad, he’s my baby.” I laughed humorlessly, yanking open the door. I left Rudy standing there with the most heartbreaking expression I had ever seen.
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amelialincoln · 4 years ago
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Prompt: Amelia calls home (either mom or sisters) on the Bluetooth in the car home except she has one of Mer’s kids with her who completely exposes Amelia
yes but its scout instead 
Past in Present 
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell anyone.” Amelia sighed, playing with her seatbelt uncomfortably. “It’s just that last time we told everyone immediately...and we lost it...and everyone was walking on eggshells around me for weeks. If that happens again I want to be able to grieve alone with you in private, not with the whole freaking hospital’s eyes on us.” She played with the tiny ultrasound scan in her lap absentmindedly. Link nodded, staring straight into the traffic in front of him. They barely brought it up and she could tell that the topic upset him by how hard he was clutching the steering wheel. “Hey.” She placed her hand on his rigid shoulder. “I’m not trying to be negative.”
“I know,” he whispered, glancing at her and giving her a small smile before pulling her thigh towards the driver’s seat and resting his hand atop of it. “You just know how bad I am at secrets.”
“Yeah, I mean you told Jo like an hour after I told you the first time,” she joked.
“Well, I was in a state of shock,” he chuckled.
“Auntie Jo?” Scout squealed from the backseat, apparently suddenly awake and full of energy. Amelia grinned, turning to face the giggling toddler in the back. She was sure that he’d gotten every last bit of her ADHD.
“Yes, bug, we’re talking about auntie Jo.” She reached to tickle the small boy’s feet and he erupted into happy screams in response.
“Inside voice, Scout,” his father winced.
“Sorry, Dadda,” Scout whispered almost comically, causing Amelia to stifle a laugh.
“Hey, your sister is calling.” Link motioned to the car’s audio display. Before Amelia could ask which one he added, “Liz,” and answered before she could tell him otherwise. “Hey, Liz, It’s Link. You're on speakerphone in the car.”
“Hi, Link,” Liz gushed, causing Amelia to roll her eyes. “Can you hear me, Amy?” 
“Yep,” she replied, forcing enthusiasm. “What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing really. Just wanted to see how you were holding up out there. Also, you know me being the planner I am, I was wondering if you guys were planning on coming for Christmas? Just trying to get everything sorted.”
“That’s like six months away,” Amelia replied, giving Link an exasperated look.
“I know,” Liz laughed. “It’s just we’re deciding whether to stay in the city or book a getaway in Colorado for the whole family and it all depends if you guys are coming or not.”
“Well, I mean--”
“Sorry, Liz, we’re just going under the tunnel so you might cut out for a sec.” Link pressed the mute button on Amelia’s phone.
“Link, what’s up? I can tell her that we aren’t coming just--”
“No, I think going would be fun, it's just you shouldn’t be flying that late in your pregnancy,” he reminded her, rubbing reassuring circles on her thigh as he watched her confusion pass.
“Mommy’s preeganant!” Scout sang from behind them. Amelia would do anything to go back to the night that they told him to witness the look on his face for a second time. To say he was excited was an understatement.
“You’re right, big guy.” She laughed as Link gave the babbling toddler an awkward backwards high five. “It’s fine, babe. We’ll just say no and they’ll understand when we tell them the news another day.”
“Okay,” He sighed. “But if she gets mad, you’re taking the blame. She scares me.” Amelia rolled her eyes, unmuting the phone.
“Hey, Liz. Can you hear us now? Sorry, there was some traffic as we were going under.”
“Yep, all good,” Liz’s voice rang from the other end. “Back to Christmas then.”
“Yeah, it might be a little too much this year. I think Maggie and Winston are flying in from Chicago and Scout hasn’t seen them in awhile.”
“Oh, wow. You’ve really got it all planned out in advance then,” Liz teased, her tone was evident that she knew Amelia was making excuses, as always.
“My Mommy is having a baby!” Scout took the silence as the perfect time for his big announcement. 
“Scout,” Amelia hissed, as the couple turned around to stare at their son in horror. Link burst out laughing and Amelia swatted him angrily.
“Um, congratulations?” Liz’s voice came from the other end. “Nice to hear from you, Scout. Wanna clear anything up, Amelia?”
“Uh, eight weeks along but obviously there’s a chance I could miscarry so I don’t want to give a concrete no for Christmas yet.” She bit her fingernail nervously.
“That’s amazing! You actually have a good excuse this year then,” Liz laughed. “We were all worried you had decided to stop after Scout, with him being five. We just remember you going on as a kid about wanting four kids over and over.” Link grinned at that, squeezing his wife’s thigh excitedly. “Obviously Scout is perfect on his own but we just hoped we were going to get another niece or nephew,” Liz exclaimed happily. Amelia groaned, imagining how many family dinners that her and Link’s lack of babies had been the topic of conversation. “Have you gotten a scan? You know we’d all love to see pictures.”
“Yeah, I’ll send some over,” Amelia sighed, her enthusiasm wearing out. “Well, it was really nice to talk to you, Liz. Just try to keep the baby news on the down low until we’re sure that everything will work itself out.”
“Oh, Amelia, stop fretting. It’s unlike you. I already texted Mom and she’s over the moon.”
“Grandma!” Scout babbled happily, confused by the glare he was receiving from his mother.
“Yes, exactly, Scout. Amy, we all really need to see more of your little angel.” Amelia could her slightly condescending tone through the phone. 
“Alright, Liz. We’ve got to go.” Her finger hovered over the end call button as Liz said her goodbye before ending the call and bursting into tears.
“Mia, what?” Link pulled into their driveway and parked quickly before enveloping her in a hug.
“I’m hormonal and tired, it’s fine,” she mumbled, pushing him away limply.
“Momma, why are you sad?” Scout asked quietly. “Did I say something bad?”
“No, baby,” Amelia sighed, removing Scout from his carseat and picking him up into his arms to console him.
“Give him to me,” Link ordered. “We’ve talked about carrying heavy stuff. He’s too big now.” Amelia sighed, passing the wiggling boy into his fathers arms, not in the mood to argue.
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“Hey, I finally got him into bed, are you feeling better?” Link winced as Amelia threw up in response. “Pizza didn’t sit right?”
“Please don’t talk about pizza,” Amelia begged, laying down on the cool bathroom tile. “Just leave me to die.” Link chuckled, sitting down beside her and running his hand through her sweaty hair.
“Baby number two is causing a lot more grief than Scout, huh?”
“Link, this is baby number four,” Amelia sniffled, moving slightly to lay her head on his lap and letting a wave of dizziness pass over her. “Just because Christopher and Jake didn’t make it doesn’t mean...”
“I know, Mia. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry,” he sighed, trying to read her distant expression. “You want to get in the shower?”
“Maybe, I think that was the last of it,” she grimaced, allowing him to tug off her crewneck and sweats.
“I was talking to Jo and she said she started showing earlier with her second baby,” Link beamed as he stepped into the steamy shower behind her. The topic of Jo being able to get pregnant twice so easily in the time frame that him and Amelia had been trying for one usually set her off but instead his wife smiled softly.
“Yeah, I read that somewhere too. Maybe sometime this month then.”
“Are you upset about the conversation with Liz?” He asked, pouring shampoo on the crown of her head before doing the same to his.
“I just don’t like the idea of them gossiping about our lack of children. Scout is perfect on his own, he doesn’t need a sibling,” she replied, rubbing the shampoo angrily into her scalp.
“Okay, can you have a little bit of faith here though?” Link sighed, tugging her around to face him. “I’m not asking you to get your hopes up or throw a party, I just want a little reassurance that you’re actually happy about this.” Amelia softened.
“Of course I’m happy,” she brushed soapy water off of his forehead, absentmindedly. “We’ve wanted this for years.”
“Okay...do we still want it? Cause I’m confused here, Amelia.” He glanced down at her hands resting on her midsection.
“Link, I want this baby so bad it’s literally tearing me apart and I don’t know if I can handle going through what we went through again. I honestly...” she trailed off not knowing how to find the right words.
“I’m here, Mia. I’m always going to be here,” he assured her, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting a kiss on her wet forehead. “No matter what, we’re going to have each other.”
“I know,” she smiled softly, letting out a long exhale. “It’s just been hard, these past couple of years, watching everyone around us give birth to beautiful, healthy babies. Maggie, Jo, Maya...and everyone keeps asking us if we’re planning on having more and I have to keep saying not right now as if we haven’t been trying for years.”
“Carina said the heartbeat was strong,” Link reminded her with a sense of pride that was usually only associated with Scout.
“I know,” she replied, tiredly. “That’s good.” Link nodded, leaning back under the stream of water to rid his hair of suds.
“Alright, let’s get you out of here. It’s boiling and you look like you’re about to pass out,” he teased.
“I honestly might,” she yawned in response, allowing him to wrap her up in one of their fluffy, white towels and carry her to bed.
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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 years ago
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You’re Not Alone
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader,
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: mental illnesses, still depressed!reader but happier than before, fluff, baby-nipple action
Summary: Everything you thought you couldn’t have, you have now with the man of your dreams. All your life, you were told you weren’t good enough, but now that you know you are... you’re not alone anymore.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Author’s Note: This is the sixth part of six parts of the commission for @sea040561
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All your worries as a pregnant woman all went away as soon as your baby boy was born. He’s only a few months old, but he is the light of your life. With having MDD and PDO, you thought you were going to be the world’s worst mom. All throughout your pregnancy, you were scared you weren't going to live up to what being a good mom is supposed to be like.
Regrettably, there were more than a few times where Dean had to force you to do something because your MDD and PDO wouldn’t let you do it. You two have a system going on that works, and now that your baby boy is here, you’re glad that you two went through what you did. You owe everything you have to Dean which is why you named him Bobby John Winchester. When he heard the name, he actually cried a little bit.
You hold Bobby John in your arms and he feeds from your breast. Everything bad you thought wasn’t going to happen, never did, so how can you really complain? Bobby John is literally a miracle, and you’re going to treat him with so much love and respect that he is overwhelmed by it. He seems happy right where he is, and that’s where you’re going to be. He’s everything you hoped to be and more, so you can’t ever imagine being apart from him.
He wasn’t sleeping at all, so you decided to sit in the rocking chair and feed him while Dean slept. There was no use in both of you getting up to deal with it knowing that you’re the only one who can calm him down and give him what he needs. He feeds silently, watching you with big green eyes. You fell in love with him the minute you heard him scream and cry, and now you vow to do everything in your power to protect him from everything bad in this world.
Even if that means it’s from you.
Yes, you still have it, and you’re not sure that it’s ever going to go away, but you’re going to work hard at keeping it at bay. You’ve been getting fewer and fewer episodes the longer you’re with Dean and your son, and that makes you really happy because of it. Dean is doing everything he can to take care of you in ways you never thought were possible, and you’re falling in love with him every single day. You’re learning to take better care of yourself, you go to therapy now to help with your episodes, and you’re doing it all for Bobby John. You have no clue where you’d be right now if you hadn’t met Dean Winchester.
It might be a higher power, but you’re thankful for it.
“Hey, you two doing okay?” Dean whispers when he enters the room.
It’s storming outside, and you’ve opted to keep the lights off so that Bobby John can feel more tired in the dark rather than in the light, but that doesn’t stop the lightning from filling the room with light every once in a while.
“What are you doing up? It’s my turn anyway,” you chuckle and turn your head to face him.
He walks around to face you so you don’t have to strain your neck. He looks at his son and smiles fondly, and he leans down and presses a kiss to his head. Bobby John’s eyes move from your face to Dean’s and then back to yours.
“I didn’t feel you in bed. I just wanted to check to see if everything was okay.”
“We’re doing fine. More than fine. He’s almost done anyway and then I’ll come to bed.”
“Okay,” he whispers. “Marry me.”
“What?” you ask and snap your eyes up to his.
“I don’t know about you, but I love you so much it hurts. We have a son now, and all I want to do is spend the rest of my life being married to you… to take care of you and our son like you both deserve. I don’t know how much time I have left on this Earth, but I know I want to spend it with you. Please, marry me.”
“Yes,” you giggle-cry.
He leans down and kisses his son’s head once more before moving up to your waiting lips. The kiss lasts longer than it should have, but he’s the one who pulls away first.
“I’ll be waiting for you in our room,” he winks at you as he leaves the nursery, and you turn to your son who removes his mouth from your nipple.
“You know, your Daddy is the strongest man you’ll ever meet. He’s been so good to us in ways you don’t know, but he is going to be here for all of us for a long time. He and your Uncle Sammy. You have three uncles, you know that? Uncle Castiel and Uncle Jack too. Though, if Uncle Jack tells you to put something in your nose, just say no,” you whisper.
It’s like Bobby John can understand what you’re talking about because he smiles at the mention of Jack. You were never certain about a lot of things in life, and you’re still not certain, but you know there is one thing you are certain of: you’re not alone anymore, and you’re going to be just fine.
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I knew they were going to be together from the minute they were born. Y/N and Dean’s souls became intertwined, stretching to fit the distance between them. I always knew Y/N would have difficulties in her life regarding herself, but I couldn't interfere. She had to seek out Dean so she can prove to herself that she can become better. It sucks that she had to wait this long to do it, but I’m glad that she did.
I guess she could have been born “normal”, to have a life that wasn’t so hard. I didn’t make her, but I always kept a close eye on her to make sure she didn’t throw away her life before it truly started. Everyone has their own time clock, and hers just started later than usual.
Dean could have met her at any point, really, but she needed to be ready to meet him. Before, she wouldn’t have been so open to the idea of moving in with him or even consider dating him. Before, she wouldn’t have been so open to the fact that she could be happy. She needed to grow as a person, to meet Jody, and to have her as a support system before anything could have happened.
They’re soulmates, so they would have found each other one way or another. Their souls are interwoven so that it doesn’t matter how much distance is put between them. I’m glad they got to live this ending because I am a sucker for a happy ending. There aren’t a lot of those in the world these days.
Before, I looked at Y/N’s life and I looked at Dean’s life, and all I saw was sadness and despair. Now, all I see is hope, and I realize that they’ll never be alone again. My work here is done.
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kaylaxwrites · 5 years ago
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A Day in the Life
masterlist // ao3
Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader Words: 2700 Request/Summary: A glimpse into your domestic life with Frank and your daughter Annie. (aka the one where we just want Frank to be happy and peaceful.) Requested by anonymous: "can you please write some frank castle fluff ? pleasepleaseplease"  Warnings: mild language, pregnant reader A/N: did this end up being a rambling mess? I had no idea. but while I was writing, I got so many ideas for a domestic day with Frank that I had to stop myself from including them all. (if you to see them all, let me know lol) also I’ve never written Frank before, so please let me know if anything’s off or OOC about him. I’d love to hear your feedback! 
(ps send me your requests pls)
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You woke up to the smell of coffee. Though your back was turned, you could feel Frank sitting on his side of the bed, probably reading a worn paperback as he sipped his black coffee. (“None of that fancy creamer shit,” he once told you. “When I want coffee, I just want coffee.”) You smiled to yourself as you burrowed deeper into your covers—the bed felt warm and safe with Frank by your side.
Your bladder wouldn’t let you enjoy the feeling for very much longer.
Sighing, you stretched deeply before sitting up and blearing sleepily at Frank. “Morning, baby,” you said quietly, running your hand over Frank’s bare shoulder.
“Shit, did I wake you up?” His voice was still rough around the edges with sleep.
“Nah, more like this baby pushing at my ribs.”
Neither you nor Frank intended on having more children, not after his past and your complicated pregnancy with an ex five years ago. But after seeing the way he took to your daughter, Annie, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret this happy little accident. You hoped Frank felt the same way, if the smile in his eyes every time he looked at your daughter and growing belly was anything to go by.
Frank set his coffee mug and book on the bedside table in order to place a warm hand over your stomach. “Baby girl givin’ her momma trouble?”
Another kick to the bladder had you pulling away from Frank’s touch and out of bed. “He is a pain in my ass,” you said, pressing a kiss into Frank’s hair. “Just like his father.”
You and Frank had a running bet on the sex of your baby. (Annie was betting dinosaur.) Knowing wasn’t a big deal to you and you didn’t want to be like one of those gender-obsessed moms on Pinterest, but it was fun picking light-hearted arguments with Frank. It made you happy to see him joking, to see the tension ease from his shoulders even slightly. You knew the idea of having another child weighed heavily on his chest, so you knew how big of a step it was for him to make light of the situation, for him to even allow himself to become close with the daughter you already had.
By the time you returned from the bathroom, Annie was awake and curled next to Frank who was reading aloud from his book. Annie’s huge pit bull of a dog named Hulk (named after her favorite Avenger as well as an apt descriptor) had followed and laid his head protectively across her lap. (For the record, Hulk was not your dog. Hulk was not Frank’s dog. Hulk was one hundred percent, without-a-doubt Annie’s dog. She found him scared, cold, and alone in an alley one day last winter and they took to each other like ducks on water. Hulk followed you and Annie home that day and refused to leave her side ever since.)
“Morning, Mommy,” Annie said sleepily, still tucked against Frank’s side.
“Good morning, Annie,” you replied, running a hand over her hair to smooth her bedhead. “You hungry?” Annie perked up excitedly at that and nodded her head frantically. “Why don’t you and Frank take Hulk for a walk and I’ll get breakfast started?”
Annie nodded again and Frank swooped her up in his arms, setting her gently on the ground. “Help me tie my shoes?” she asked Frank, her eyes wide and hopeful.
“Sure, kid, I’ll help you,” Frank replied. He smiled as she ran out of the room as fast as her little legs could carry her. Hulk trotted behind her. Frank followed slowly behind them both, but stopped to spend a second with you. He slid his hands down to your hips and pulled you close. You rested your hands on his biceps, leaning back a little to look into his eyes.
“You good with her?” you asked, unsure if he was okay watching her by himself or if he wanted you to go as well.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
Frank leaned down to kiss you, but stopped short when Annie called out from the other room. “Frank! I got my shoes on! I need help!” You let out a breath that was half exasperation, half laughter, leaning your forehead against Frank’s.
“Duty calls?” You chuckled.
“Duty calls,” Frank agrees, kissing you once more before stepping out into the main room, where you could see Annie kicking her feet against the couch. You smiled as you watched Frank kneel down and help her with her shoes. “What’s the first step? Tie a knot, right.” He tied the first shoe for her before having her show him how to tie the other one. “Attagirl,” he said proudly once she had finished. “Now go get Hulk’s leash, yeah?” Annie darted off again on her new task as Frank moved to lace his own boots.
You stepped to stand next to Frank, arms crossed, as you watched Annie try to figure out the latch to the leash. “You know she learned how to tie her shoes a week ago?” you said quietly so Annie wouldn’t hear across the room.
“That right?” he asked, peering up at you as he made his last knot on his boot before standing up.
“Mhm. I think she just likes asking you for help.”
Frank huffed, the corner of his mouth hitching towards a smile. And—was that your imagination or did he have a tinge of red across his cheeks? Before you could dwell on it further, Annie was in front of you again, this time hiding the leash behind her back.
“Hulk says he doesn’t want to wear the leash,” she said, rocking up and back on her toes.
Frank crouched once more to get on her level. “He did, now did he?” Annie nodded. “Well tell Hulk if he wears his leash today, we’ll go to the dog park tomorrow.” Annie’s face lit up and she ran off to tell Hulk the news. How this girl was so active this early in the morning, you’d never know. It was barely seven on a Saturday morning and she was already bouncing off the walls.
You headed into the kitchen to prepare breakfast as you listened to Annie and Frank banter back and forth. A few moments later, you caught a glimpse of them out the window. Annie skipped along the sidewalk with Hulk dutifully trotting next to her. Frank followed behind, carefully keeping an eye on the little girl.
By the time they returned, breakfast was nearly ready. Frank’s plate with eggs, sausage, and toast was set in front of his seat at the table. You placed the finishing touches on Annie’s smiley face pancakes before fixing your own plate and joining the two of them at your little kitchen table. “How was the walk?” you asked, pouring Annie a glass of juice.
“Good!” She smiled, syrup already covering her chin. She continued to talk around mouthfuls of food. “We stopped at Mrs. Hall’s bodega and I got to pet her cat. Then she gave me a piece of candy.”
“Candy before breakfast?”
“No,” she pouted. “Frank said I had to wait. He put it in his pocket and said I could only have it if I ate all of my strawberries.”
“Well, you better eat up, then,” you said, pointing at her untouched strawberries.
Annie continued rambling on about the walk, mentioning how many pigeons she saw and who she said hi to on the street. By the time she had run out of things to say, the three of you had finished eating. You cleaned up her face and hands before sending her to the living room for some Saturday morning cartoons. The distraction would last long enough for you and Frank to do the dishes and, if you were lucky, allow you time to take a shower in peace.
Frank had already started washing dishes when you joined him and you took the dish towel off of his shoulder so you could dry them. You completed the chore with relative ease and in peaceful silence. Occasionally, you’d bump Frank with your hip, causing him to smile at you.
“Got any plans for today?” you asked, drying off the last dish and placing it in the cupboard.
“Not yet, I don’t,” Frank said, turning to lean against the counter. “Why?”
“I was thinking of taking Annie to the park today and maybe running to the store afterwards. I was wondering if maybe you’d wanna come with us?”
“Yeah.”
“Great!” You reached up to place a kiss against Frank’s bearded jaw. “Can you watch Annie for a minute while I take a shower?”
Frank ran a hand through your hair and returned your kiss. “Yeah, go.”
“You’re wonderful!” you called as you hurried into the bathroom.
The warm water against your skin felt nice and you were tempted to take longer than you needed to in the shower to enjoy it. But you figured you’d need to be quick before it got too late in the day. As you were rinsing out the conditioner in your hair, you felt movement against your stomach. Looking down, you saw nothing and shrugged it off. But you felt it again a few moments later. And you realized.
You threw the shower curtain open. “Frank!” you called. “Frank! Come here!”
Frank barreled into the room a few seconds later, nearly throwing the door off of its hinges. His eyes were wide as he searched the room, looking for a sign of danger or anything out of place. He was already breathing heavily. “What’s wrong?” he asked, stepping towards you.
As soon as he was in reach, you grabbed his wrist and placed it against your stomach, not even caring about getting the sleeves of his shirt wet. Frank stared at you, confused. He opened his mouth to question you further when—
Kick.
Kick.
“Is that—?” he started. You nodded, grinning. Frank’s jaw went slack and he moved his free hand to the other side of your belly. The baby kicked again. “I never thought…” Frank trailed off, staring deep into your eyes. Before you could realize what was happening, you were up against the cool shower wall and Frank’s mouth was heavy on yours.
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When you and Frank stumbled out of the shower a little while later, you found Annie asleep on the couch. The TV was still blaring her favorite show. You let her nap while you finished your morning routine. Half an hour later, you woke her up and helped her get dressed while Frank took Hulk for another lap around the block. Soon, the three of you were in your building’s elevator and venturing out into the world.
“Now, remember,” you said, fixing Annie’s hat over her curls, “what do we call Frank when we’re outside?”
“Pete,” she quickly answered, sucking on her lollipop she received that morning. You and Frank hadn’t told her much about his past, but you made sure she knew (in a kid-friendly way) that bad guys were after Frank and they couldn’t find out who he was. She was confused, but usually followed the rule anyway. Thankfully, her slipups happened mostly when no one else could hear her.
After a short walk, you arrived at Annie’s favorite park. As soon as you entered the fenced-in area, she sprinted towards the jungle gym. You turned to Frank as he shut the fence behind you. “This okay?” you asked, taking his hand. You knew sometimes parks like these, filled with screaming and laughing children, could set him on edge and remind him of his family.
“I’m fine.”
Before you could question that further, Annie was calling for you. Well, more for Frank, actually. “Pete! Come help me across the monkey bars!” Annie was standing on the ladder, but the first bar was out of her reach.
You watched Frank walk over and picked her up so she could reach and smiled when he held her by the waist to help her across. Then Annie made him help her three more times. (She sure was bossy. Frank once joked, “I have no idea where she gets it from.”) Soon, she was dragging Frank by the arm to some other part of the playground. You followed closely behind, occasionally taking pictures of the pair. You laughed when she had Frank go down a slide that was clearly too small for him. You regretted laughing when you, too, were made to go down the slide. Eventually, Annie made a friend and you moved to sit on a swing to watch her play.
“You’re really good with her, you know,” you said to Frank. He was leaning against a pole of the swing set, his arms crossed, as he kept a close eye on your daughter. “I’m really glad you’re in our lives.”
“Yeah, only I shouldn’t be,” he muttered. “Everything in my life goes to shit—”
You stopped him short. “I’m not here for this ‘I don’t deserve any of this’ bullshit tirade. Annie adores you. I adore you. I don’t even know where we’d be without you. I’m so thankful you’re in our lives and I don’t want you thinking you don’t deserve every little bit of the good headed your way because you do. Annie and I will worm our way into your heart whether you like it or not. We’re here to stay.” You stood and wrapped your arms around his waist. He didn’t return the gesture, but he didn’t push you away either. “Please let us love you.”
Eventually, Frank lowered his arms to wrap around your shoulders. He remained silent, but you would take it. You hoped eventually he would learn to accept the love of your little family, but for now, you were willing to leave him to his thoughts.
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As the sun drifted closer to the horizon, you decided it was time to head back home for the night. After playing at the park, Frank treated you and Annie to ice cream cones and the three of you spent the afternoon wandering around the city before stopping for dinner at your favorite little restaurant. You decided to forego the trip to the grocery store today, pushing it off for tomorrow after eyeing Annie’s droopy, sleepy eyes. At some point on your way home, Frank started to carry Annie. You smiled as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, face pressed into his shoulder.
Your heart warmed even further when Frank softly laid your daughter in her bed. He was so careful and gentle with her, it was hard to imagine him as the notorious Punisher. He slowly pulled her shoes off and you helped him change her into her pajamas. Once finished, he eased her back down on her pillows and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
“G’night, Daddy,” Annie murmured, burrowing further into her pillow.
You froze.
Shit.
What were you supposed to say? What would Frank think? All of those parenting books you read years ago, and none had any solution for a situation like this. What were you supposed to do?
But Frank hesitated only for a moment before pulling Annie’s blanket up and over her. “Night, sweetheart,” he said, laying one hand on her forehead before standing and leaving the room.
After a moment, your brain finally caught up and you followed him out of the room, closing the door softly behind you. You found him staring out the window of the living room, hands on his hips. “Frank?” you called softly. You slowly walked over to him and ran a hand up his spine.
Frank sighed and ran a hand roughly over his face. “If-if anything happened to you, happened to her, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to us.”
He pulled away from you. “You don’t know that.”
“I do. Because I know you. I know you would give your life for us. And I trust you. You won’t let anything happen.” You paused. “If…if you want me to tell Annie not to call you that anymore, I will. Just… I know you think you should run away from us, but Annie would be heartbroken if you left. So, please…just give us a chance. I promise you we’ll be fine. Just stick around for us, yeah?”
“Yeah…” He stepped into your outstretched arms, pulling you close. “Yeah.”
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writingmyanxietyaway · 5 years ago
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Hot Momma | Harry Holland
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Requested by anon:  26. from that prompt list “damn you clean up good” with harry for like their first date after they have a baby & for part of the date he’s trying to see if tom or sam is messaging him about the baby at home
Word count: 2.1k
Warning: none!
Note: not my gif!
#26 - “Damn. You clean up good.”
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15 months. That’s how old your little girl was. 15 wonderful, amazing months. Also 15 exhausting months where you didn’t sleep peacefully for one single night. You adored your little girl with everything you had, don’t get me wrong, but the constant attention for Eva had started to take it’s toll on both of you. You barely saw each other anymore and that was natural had both your parents told you, but you missed being together with Harry. The romantic movie nights and dinners were now only a fracture of your memories to a simpler time. Sure, you could go out, but with Eva being so little you both didn’t want to take that risk. So here you were, with you taking care of Eva all day while Harry was at work.
‘You should go out, you know? All this taking care of Eva with no time for each other is going to break you up,’ Sam said, sitting down on the couch with Eva in his arms. Sam had come over to help you with a little renovation in the kitchen, while you took care of Eva. You had to admit, Sam was excellent with kids. As soon as Eva laid wrapped in his arms, she didn’t cry or scream.
‘We can’t Sam.. With Eva we can’t even make it out of the house without a tantrum. She’s just too little,’ you explained, taking a sip of your tea. 
‘No, I meant like on a date. Just Harry and you. I’ll take care of Eva. I’m the only one she listens to anyway,’ he said and you giggled, knowing full well it was true.
‘You’re an angel, Sam, but we couldn’t ask that of you. I’m sure there’ll be a time where we can go out every night, but not now. I don’t think Harry would even want to leave the house without her,’ you told him. Eva murmered in her sleep and Sam quickly sushed her and caressed her head. Soon enough she calmed down and wrapped her little hand around Sam’s finger.
You knew it would be good for you both to get out of the house and do things you would normally have done before Eva as born. You hadn’t been able to do any of those things since the 7th month of your pregnancy, due to some complications. It was only one night, so that couldn’t hurt, right? Eva would be with Sam and you and Harry could have a nice dinner or do something fun like you used to do.
‘I’ll talk to Harry about it,’ you nodded, ‘Thank you Sam.’
Sam left after a while and soon after Harry came home. He obviously cuddled wit Eva first, who erupted into giggles when he blowed rasperries all over her face. Your heart burst seeing those two together. Harry was such a good father and incredibly patient with Eva. He never complained about having to get up in the middle of the night or having to come home from another shoot he had because you were at your limit. You even caught him in her crib one time, because she couldn’t sleep.
‘Harry, what do you say we go on a date?’ you asked him. He sat Eva down in her chair and strapped her in so she couldn’t fall off.
‘You know we can’t take Eva with us, love,’ he said, wrapping you in his arms and kissing your forehead.
‘Sam suggested we go on a date and offered to take care of Eva for the night. You know how good he is with her,’ you told him. He pulled back with a raised eyebrow.
‘You really think we’re ready for that?’ he asked you, holding your hands. It was almost like Eva understood what you were talking about, because she threw her arms in the air, yelled ‘yes’ at the top of her little lungs and nodded wildly.
‘I think someone agrees,’ you giggled. You noticed how Harry’s eyebrows furrowed while he looked at Eva. ‘It’s just one night, babe. And we can go somewhere close to home so we can be back whenever we want. I miss you, Harry. I miss our nights.’
He turned his head to look at you and saw your pleading eyes. He wanted to spend the night with you so badly, God, he’s wanted it since the first month after Eva was born. He knew she would be okay with Sam - they did ask him to be her godfather after all.
‘I heard The Garrison has a pubquiz on Friday,’ you suggested, a smile appearing on your face, because you know how much Harry loved pubquizzes.
‘I’ll text Sam to see if he’s free,’ he gave in and kissed you on the lips. Your heart skipped a beat and you did a little dance. Harry looked at you with adoration and shook his head, ‘You’re such a dork.’
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It was now Friday night and you were getting ready for your date. You somehow were nervous, as if you were going on a first date again. You were incredibly excited and couldn’t wait to go out, so you had to admit you went a little over the top with your appearence tonight, but you didn’t care. You wore your ‘bad mom jeans’ as Tom once called it, because it was quite a bit tighter than your regular jeans. You put on a sparkly, silvery top and finished off the look with a pair of black heels. You styled your hair nicely and put on your make-up, wearing your brightest red lipstick, because you knew Harry loved that on you.
You made your way downstairs where Sam and Harry were already waiting on you. Harry’s back was facing you, but when Sam started smirking, he turned around. He was quiet for a few seconds, but then he spoke up.
‘Damn, babe, you clean up good,’ he smiled at you and you returned the smile.
‘Thank you, darling. I must say you did quite a good job yourself, Mr. Holland,’ you winked and pecked his lips. He wore dark blue jeans, with his Livi’s shirt and the red jacket you loved so much. And it just happened to match your lipstick.
‘You do realize there are two Mr. Holland’s in the room, right,’ Sam interrupted your little moment. Harry flipped him off and Sam slapped his hand away while laughing at his own joke.
‘Now, there is a car waiting for you outside, so if you could hurry up and get going, that would be great,’ Sam said. Harry stepped forward and wrapped Eva in his arms. She leaned against his shoulder while he whispered soft words in her ear. He kissed her cheek and gave her to you. You did the same and told her to behave and be nice to uncle Sammy while Harry instructed Sam for what seemed to be the hundreth time.
‘So if she starts crying or yelling at you, just call, okay? We’ll come right back and-’ he started, but you cut him off by laying a hand on his shoulder.
‘It’s okay, babe. Sam knows what to do. Now, let’s go or we’ll be late. Thanks again, Sam!’ you blew him a kiss and walked out the door with Harry trailing behind you.
Like Sam said, there was a car waiting for you outside. The two of you stepped in, not without Harry holding the door open for you and closing it after, and saw a familiar face behind the wheel.
‘So, where to, lovebirds?’ Tom asked, while sending you a wink through the rear view mirror.
‘The Garrison, please.’ 
It was a short drive to the pub and Tom told you to call him when you were ready to go home. When you walked in, you were met by the familiar face of Patrick, the owner of the pub.
‘Oi! Long time no see,’ he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek and shaking Harry’s hand.
‘It is, isn’t it?! We finally got a babysitter, so we’re planning on winning the pub quiz,’ Harry said, making Patrick and you laugh.
‘Yeah, you ruin every pub quiz, because once you walk in, everyone knows they’re going to lose! So, what can I get the newly parents?’
The night started slowly, but soon enough you were all yelling and laughing at the presentor how false the actual true answers were. You couldn’t help but notice how Harry had placed his phone on the table and kept checking it every five minutes. You placed a hand on his and he turned to look at you.
‘Eva is okay, Harry. You don’t need to check every five minutes. If there was something wrong, he would’ve called by now. She’s okay,’ you told him. You could see the worry in his eyes and he frowned.
‘It’s just.. I feel guilty that we’re sitting here and she’s at home. That doesn’t make us bad parents, does it?’ he asked and you could see tears filling his eyes. It broke your heart knowing he felt so guilty, but at the same time it filled your heart with love. You wiped the tears that fell down his cheeks and gave him a soft smile.
‘No, babe, it doesn’t. And as soon as she’s old enough we can take her with us everywhere we go. But we needed this Harry. I missed this. I missed you.’
He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He knew you were right and that his protectiveness wasn’t necessary, but he couldn’t help it. He was now a dad and that would never change.
‘I love you, Y/N,’ he said. He leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss.
‘Oi! If you want another baby, that’s fine, but get a room!’ one of the regulars, who also was one of your friends yelled.
‘Oh piss off Roy, you’re just jealous you only have your hand to work with!’ Harry called back, making the whole pub laugh and earning a middle finger from Roy. You missed this Harry. Hanging out with his mates, drinking and just having a careless night. He deserved it.
‘I love you too, Harry. You’re the best father and boyfriend I could have ever imagined.’
After that, he didn’t check his phone that much anymore. The rest of the night was filled with laughs, kisses and drinks. You ended up winning the pubquiz, much to people’s dismay, and around 1.30 a.m. Tom came to pick you up. Once you arrived home, you both stumbled inside due to your low alcohol tolerance since the pregnancy and giggled when you fell to the floor. You heard footsteps approching and soon enough Sam came into your vision of sight.
‘Sam! You have to be quiet, shhhhh!’ Harry loudly whispered while keeping a finger to his lips.
‘I take it you two had a fun night?’ he snickered. He helped you up first and then Harry. 
‘It was so fun, we even won. Look!’ you held the prize in front of your face while yelling it loudly. You held your hands over your mouth with wide eyes. ‘Shit, sorry!’
Harry laughed loudly and you smacked him on the shoulder. Sam watched amused at the two of you while shaking his head. 
‘How’s my little princess been?’ Harry asked.
‘She’s been great. Ate all of her veggie’s, went to bed on time and didn’t cry once,’ he proudly stated.
‘Thank you Sam, really. You’re the best!’ you said, hugging him tightly and kissing his cheek.
‘You’re welcome, love. I’m glad to see you had a good night. Now, I best be off. Goodnight you two! Oh, and chug a few glasses of water before you go to bed!’ he called from the door and left.
You threw off your heels and went into the kitchen to make yourself and Harry a few glasses of water to chug down easily.
‘I had a great time, Harry. Thank you for going on a date with me,’ you told him, kissing him softly. He gently tucked a piece of hair that fell in your face behind your ear and smiled at you.
‘No matter how old I get, I’m never going to say no to a date with you,’ he whispered. ‘Let’s go to bed.’
You made your way upstairs, but checked in Eva’s room before going to yours.
‘We made an angel, didn’t we?’ Harry whispered in your ear once you laid in bed. You nodded, ‘We really did.’
‘I love you, Y/N. Thank you for giving me the perfect family.’
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Best Part of Me -Chapter 63
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Tagging: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y​, @alievans007​, @innerpaperexpertcloud​, @ocfairygodmother​
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  With a late afternoon rain came a break in the oppressive humidity; a much cooler breeze appearing as the sun began to set.   The four oldest are already tucked into bed;  satisfied and content after daddy obliged every request for ‘just one more story’ and they were spoiled with seemingly endless cuddles, hugs, and kisses.  So relaxed and secure knowing that he’s under the same room that sleep came easily to all of them; worn out from not only the excitement of him showing up unexpectedly, but then spending every waking moment of the rest of the day vying for his attention. Constantly talking over one another, fighting over who go to sit on his shoulders when they showed him the animals, squabbling over who got to be beside him at dinner. It’s only been four days since they’d seen him at the airport, but it may as well have been a lifetime to them; ten minutes not nearly enough to erase the ache in their little hearts or the feeling of loneliness inside of them.
While not exactly a constant fixture in their lives at times because of the job and its unpredictability, he’d always been a hands-on father; starting right from the moment they found out there was a baby -or babies, in this twins’ case- on the way. Attentive and loving and even more protective than usual; determined to keep both her and the life inside of her as safe, secure, and healthy as possible. Feeling pride and wonder that he’d even been given the chance to be a father again; able to create life and nurture it when in all aspects, he should have died that day on the Sultana Kamal Bridge.  Every one of the pregnancies...everyone of the kids...serving as reminders of not only  just how lucky he’d gotten that  day, but that someone who’d made the mistakes and the bad decisions he’d had could still be worthy enough to be a dad once more.  And he’s always been determined to be the best one he can possibly be; wanting to not only right all previous wrongs, but to prove that he could be a better man -and husband and father- than his old man had tried to teach him to be.  Loving his children with every shred of his being and devoting himself to every aspect of their care and upbringing; even things as simple and mundane as  changing diapers or giving them bottles or at the very least bringing to her for a feed.
As the first three got older, he took on new challenges and changes to guide them and help shape them for their futures.   Whether it be something as profound as encouraging them to be compassionate and accepting and loving, or something as ‘normal’ as teaching them to surf and play soccer or even learning how to braid his little girl’s hair. No task too big or too small. Never complaining about being woken up in the middle of the night or hesitating when it comes to both showing affection and receiving it. And as corny and as sappy as it sounds, Esme realizes just how fortunate she really is; having someone that is willing to do it all without having to even be asked. She’s heard plenty of horror stories from the moms at school; tales of lazy and useless husbands that complain about even a half an hour spent for their children. Always able to brag about him and then able to go  home knowing how she ‘lucked out’. Somehow, even during the craziest and possibly scariest time of her, managing to find the best possible person -and partner- to have a family with.
She stands by the open door of the balcony that leads off the bedroom she’d been ‘assigned to’. Both watching and listening to him as he lays flat on his back on  a two person lounge chair with Addie on his chest; her tiny fists curled tightly around his index fingers as she alternates between raising her head and resting her chin against him.  Those  enormous dark eyes never leaving his face and  a happy -and completely genuine- smile taking over her face every time he talks to her; the corners of her eyes and the bridge of her nose crinkling. He changes when he’s with her. In the same way he had with all the others when they were babies.   This big, tough, strong man suddenly so gentle; his voice softer and calmer. Deeper, even. Enamored with her in the same way she is with him; his own eyes sparkling and crinkling and his own smile both testament to the fact that he finds her a complete wonder. Not quite believing that she really exists; questioning what he could have possibly done to deserve her.
He’s a wonder himself. So brave and fearless and capable of inflicting so much pain and suffering, yet possessing so much tenderness and love.  It would be so easy for him to be jaded and broken; to fall back into old habits and to become dependent on old, dangerous vices. But no matter how bad things get, no matter how difficult or impossible they seem, he puts all his time and effort into being a  good man. Into loving his wife and children with everything he has.
“What are you guys doing?” she asks, as she steps out onto the balcony, drawing her hoodie tight across her body.
Tyler tilts his head back and smiles up at her. “Nothing. Just hanging out. Talking.”
“I hope you’re not telling her gruesome stories.”
“I would never do that to my little peanut,” he declares, and runs a palm over Addie’s hair, hand settling on the back of her head. “Daddy would never do that to you. He saves that stuff for mommy.”
“Because mommy so wants to hear  your tales of killing people with garden tools. Look at the way she looks at you…” Esme leans over the back of the lounger and presses a kiss to his lips. “...like you’re got rainbows and glitter coming out of your ass or something. Already a daddy’s girl.”
“Nothing wrong with that. She knows who loves her the most. Who used to bring mommy tacos and ice cream and pop tarts at three in the morning when she was still in mommy’s tummy.”
“She definitely likes your voice. Not that I blame her; it’s a very nice voice.”
“She’s strong as hell already. Already holding her up on her own. None of the other ones did it that early. And she’s got a grip on her. Small and mighty. Like her momma. And you look just like your mom.”  he addresses Addie now, as he removes his fingers from her grip and lifts her higher onto his chest; lips resting briefly against her forehead. “Beautiful just like her. Daddy’s not going to complain that you didn’t get his genes.”
“How do you think I feel? The first four look just like you. It’s about time one of them took after me.  She does have your smile, though. Even her eyes and her nose wrinkle like yours do.”
“Yeah, but she’s all you. And that’s good,” he smiles up at her once more, as her hands slide over his shoulder and down his chest and she pecks the corner of his mouth. “It’s very good. She’s incredible. Just like you.”
“Are you hopped up on pain meds?” She teases.
“Not yet.  Why? I’m not allowed to be all sappy and shit with my wife?”
“You’re allowed,” she says, then sinks down beside him, accepting a short, sweet kiss before stretching out on her side. Chin resting on his good shoulder, one hand on his stomach and the other just above his head; fingers  gently combing through his hair. “She’s putting on weight. She’s going to graduate out of preemie clothes and diapers. Only took two and a half months.”
“She’s tiny. Like you.”
“I don’t understand how something that small can come from someone the size of you. None of the other kids were that small. Not even Tanner and he was sick. And Declan? Don’t even get me started on that kid. That was like giving birth to a toddler.”
“She’s always going to be tiny. I mean, you hit twelve and never grew again.”
“You know what, Tyler? Fuck you and your short jokes.”
“Don’t be bitter because you can’t get on the rides at the amusement park or reach things at the bottom of the washer.”
“You’re not very funny,” she grumbles, and presses a kiss to his chin. “Just because you’re absurdly tall and absurdly good looking. What a burden you have to live with every day. How do you manage? How do you carry such a heavy load all the time?”
“Heavy load? We’re talking about my dick?”
“You’re a pig,” she declares. “Don’t talk like that in front of my child. She doesn’t need to hear these things. Look at the way she smiles at you. You’re her favourite already. Not that I blame her; you’re my favourite too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. No one else comes close.”
He smiles, then turns his face into hers and kisses her. “We did good, yeah? With her?”
“We did. With all five of them. And at the risk of sounding conceited, we make some pretty damn good looking kids.”
“Some pretty amazing kids.”
“Well, they have an amazing dad, so…” she raises her head from his shoulder, regarding him intensely as she runs her fingers through his hair. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” Tyler admits. “I really don’t.”
“Are you going to tell me about it, or…”
“I don’t really want to.”
“I think you should. I think you NEED to talk about it. And I think deep down, you want to. You don’t have to shelter me, Tyler.  I married a mercenary; I went into things understanding the life and knowing the risks. You don’t have to hide stuff from me. You think you’d realize that by now.”
“I do. But YOU should realize that I do it to protect you.”
“Protect me from what? You? Because that’s bullshit and you know it. I’ve never once been afraid of you. Not in the slightest. And despite what you think, you’re not a burden. We went into this...marriage, having a family...expecting to help shoulder each other’s problems.  So stop trying to do it all on your own. You’re strong, but you’re not THAT strong.”
He sighs heavily, then drops a kiss on the top of Addie’s head
“What happened, Tyler? Because I know this goes way beyond someone just jumping you. What the hell went wrong?”
“I don’t know. It was fucked up right from the beginning. As soon as I got there. It was this old factory turned into student housing or some shit. I had these four guys to take out; four shots, that’s all I needed. They were across the street at some bar or restaurant or whatever. I was waiting for them to come out. It should have been so fucking simple.”
Esme rolls over onto her stomach, chin resting on his chest as she regards him; patiently waiting for him to continue. She doesn’t push; that will only cause him to shut down completely. Instead she bides her time. Watching his face as her fingers fidget with the chain around his neck.
“Things started going to shit. The street lights kept going on and off; just the two right in front of us. Then they went out completely. So I went to get the scope out of my bag, so I could see what the fuck I was doing.”  His eyes narrow and his brow furrows as he attempts to recall the details.  “And I don’t know I saw him or heard him but all of a sudden he was just there?”
“Who?”
“I don’t know. Just some guy. Big bastard. Wearing a black ski mask. It happened so fucking fast. I didn’t even get a chance to react. Nailed me right in the shoulder; like he knew where to get me. Where one of my weak spots is.”
“How would he know that?”
Tyler shrugs. “Nik there’s a mole. She said she’s looking into it, but I don’t know. She hasn’t said anything since.”
“What do you think”
“I think something’s fucked. He knew where to get me; knee, back, shoulder. He knew it and he took advantage of it.  I stand a fucking chance. That’s how quick he was. He was so fast, babe. He wasn’t fucking around.”
“And where did these come from?” She runs a hand along the enormous, painful to the touch bruises on his biceps; arm now out of the sling. At least for the evening. “Both arms? And that’s NOT from someone grabbing you.”
“It was his knees. He wanted to keep me still; so I couldn’t get to my holster or the rifle. Fucking kept grabbing me by the throat; trying to choke me out.  Kept asking me if I give up. I basically told him to go fuck himself. I wasn’t giving up. No way in hell. All I kept thinking about was you…” his voice cracks with emotion and tears well in his eyes. “...all I kept thinking about was you. About me getting a second chance and that I wasn’t done with it; I wasn’t ready to let that end. That I didn’t want to leave you or my kids. That I needed to survive. That YOU needed me to survive.”
“Tyler…” she presses a kiss to his cheek, then nestles her nose against his temple; eyes closed and her forehead against him, fingers still moving through his hair. “...it’s okay. Just breathe. That’s all you have to do. Just breathe.”
“I wasn’t going out like that. I wasn’t letting it end like that. I wasn’t letting US end. So I fought back. But I couldn’t get away. No matter what I did, it wasn’t good enough. He was so fucking strong, babe. Tall and big and heavy as fuck.”
“How did you get away?”
“I don’t know. There’s A LOT I don’t know. That I don’t remember. It’s all a big blur. It’s all there there and I know it’s all there but I can’t piece it together and none of it makes sense.”
“Well tell me what you do remember,” Esme encourages. “It doesn’t have to make sense. Just tell me whatever comes to you.”
“I know he drugged me. I remember that part.”
“Drugged you? What…?”
“He had a needle. I remember seeing it. I remember feeling it. Right there…” he lays a finger against the right side of his neck.  “...just jammed it in. It was cold; whatever was in it. It was cold and it burned.”
She heaves a long, shaky sigh; her own tears threatening. “If he wanted to kill you, why would he do that? Why…?”
“He didn’t want to kill me. He wanted to knock my ass out. He probably had a few buddies waiting to help get me out of there. I know that sounds crazy. It sounds fucked up even to me. But I know that’s what was going to happen; what Mahajan told them to do. And I don't know where they were going to take me. Somewhere in the city, out of it, I don’t know. But it wouldn’t have been good once they got me there.”
“I don’t even want what to think about it,” her voice trembles.
“They would’ve let you know. That I was still alive. And they would have made you sure you knew what they were doing to me. They would have sent you pictures or made me call you or mailed you pieces of me.”
“I don’t want to think about it,” she repeats, then promptly bursts into tears; one hand clutching the front of his shirt and the  other at his hair, face buried in his neck. “Please don’t. Don’t talk about it. Just stop.”
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His shoulder throbs just with the simple act of laying his hand on Addie’s back to keep her secure. And he wraps his left arm around his wife’s trembling body, drawing her tightly into his side. Eyes closed and his chin resting on the top of her head; hand sliding up the back of her simple cotton t-shirt, knuckles repeatedly brushing up and down her spine. Not even attempting to hold his own tears back; feeling the moisture from hers settling on the side of his throat and his shoulder.
“I can’t think about it,” she whimpers. “I can’t. I can’t think about what they would have done to you.”
“It’s okay, baby. It doesn’t matter now. I’m here. It didn’t work. Whatever they had planned, I fucked it up. And I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
“They’re sick and twisted fucks!” she cries. “And they would have made sure I knew what they were doing to do you and I wouldn’t have been able to do a goddamn thing about it. I wouldn’t have been to help or get you out of there. I wouldn’t have been able to do a fucking thing for you.”
“It’s alright, Esme. You don’t have to worry about it. It didn’t work. I fucked up everything for them  and now I’m here with you and the kids. Where I should have been all along.”
“I don’t understand,” she raises her head to look at him. “How did they know where you were?”
Tyler shrugs.
“How did they get that close to you? Close enough to do all of this? How…?”
“I must have slipped up somehow. Maybe my brain is worse than we thought. Maybe I’m slowing down. Making mistakes Maybe…”
“You don’t make mistakes,” she argues. “I know you. I know how you work. I’ve SEEN you work, You don’t slip. You don’t fuck up. And you are as hell aren’t slowing down. You’re even better now than you were back in Dhaka. And that’s saying a lot because you were pretty fucking amazing even then.”
“Something happened. I made a mistake somewhere.”
“YOU didn’t do shit. This isn’t on you, Tyler. This is not your fault. Someone fucked up, but it wasn’t you. Who was watching you? Where were they?”
“Across the street. Keeping an eye on shit.”
“Across the street?! How the hell were they keeping an eye on you from across the goddamn street?! Whose idea was that? Yours?”
“I didn’t want anyone breathing down my neck. I can’t work like that. I’ve NEVER been able to work like that. And it’s not like I knew was going to happen. I didn’t want in there expecting some fuck not come in and choke me out and stab me with a fucking needle.”
“Okay...okay...calm down…” Her tone is gentle, his face in her hands. “...it’s alright. I’m not attacking you. Just take a break; everything’s fine. Addie’s asleep. And so she’s tiny and she’s so warm and I know you don’t want to scare her. Calm down, okay?”  She presses a kiss to his lips. “Just stay calm.”
“I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m sorry, I didn’t…”
“Who was supposed to be watching you?”
“Nathan. He had to take the four guys out when that fucking asshole came after me,”
“Calm…” she encourages, thumbs brushing over his lips. “...just stay calm. It’s okay. It's just you and me talking. No one else. No one’s judging you, Tyler.”
His eyes close, and he inhales deeply and exhales slowly. “Nathan,” he says, eyes opening and focusing on her. “Nathan was there; across the street. He took care of things. I don’t know what happened after that. Cops showed up, he took off. No one has seen or heard from him since.”
She frowns. “Nathan’s missing?”
“Missing. AWOL. I don’t fucking know. He’s gone. Cell and his SAT just go right to voicemail.”
“Could someone have gotten a hold of him? Could there have been someone else?”
“Why would they want him? What does holding him do? He’s a nobody to them. He means nothing to Mahajan. It’s me he wants. Taking Nathan does shit.”
“Well where could he be? Why would he just take off? That makes no sense.”
“Who the fuck knows. Maybe he’s dead. I have no idea. I just know he’s gone and no one knows where he is.”
“This is fucked up. Way more than we thought it was. We knew it wasn’t going to be easy. That Mahajan plays dirty and that he’d  just step it up as time went on. Now people are going missing? YOU almost went missing. What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know, babe. I really don’t know.”
“You need to walk away. This ends here. Your part is this. It ends right here, right now. Walk away, Tyler.”
“I can’t. The job isn’t even close to being finished.”
“Fuck the job. It’s finished for you. Look at you! Look what they did to you! They knew where you were, they knew what spots to target. They fucking drugged you!  That alone could have killed you. Do you even know what he gave you?”
“Ketamine. I guess it’s a sedative of some kind.”
“Yeah, for horses! What the fuck? What’s next? If they get that close again, what happens?”
“They won’t get another chance.”
“You don’t know that. They’re not going to stop, Tyler. Do you really think they’re just going to walk away? They’re not going to give up. Not until they get you. He knows you’re here. Mahajan. He knows you’re in Mumbai. And soon your name and your picture are going to be everywhere and every goddamn gun in this city is going to be pointed at you. Is that what you want? You WANT there to be?”
“No,” he scowls. “That’s NOT what I want.”
“Then why are you doing this? Why won’t you just walk away? Why can’t you just let Anil and his people and Nik and hers handle this? Why are you doing this?”
“Because it’s MY family. Not theirs. Mine.”
“And your family wants you alive!” Esme retorts. “We don’t want you out there dying for us. We need you here. With us. So just tell Anil you’re walking away . That you HAVE to walk away. That you need to be with your family. Tell him.”
Tyler shakes his head. “I can’t, baby. I can’t do that.”
“You don’t need to do this. There’s other people who are more than capable of handling things. Walk away, Tyler. Before you can’t. Before it’s too late. Because if they go that close to you once, they’ll do it again. And this time it won’t be just one guy. It’ll be two. Or three. Or four. Or half a fucking dozen. Why aren’t you listening to me?”
“I am listening. You’re not listening to me.”
“This is a suicide mission. This is the kind shit you used to pull before we met. Don’t go back to that. Don’t go back to being him. He died a long time ago. You said it yourself; that he was long gone. You’re not the same person you were back then.  You have me and you have five little beings you helped make. That love you and need you in their lives.”
“I’m doing this for them. For he,” he nods down at Addie as she sleeps peacefully. “So she can grow up. So she can have a life.”
“A life without you. That’s what you’re saying, right? That you’re going to sacrifice yourself for her. For us.”
“We knew that going into this. That it would happen.”
“No. We thought it MIGHT happen. There’s a difference. And I’m asking you...NO...I’m telling you...walk away so you don’t have to make that choice. So it doesn’t come to that.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I am so sorry.”
“So what’s it? You’ve just decided that this is what’s going to happen? You just decided for yourself that you’re going to give up. You’re telling me that you’re okay with that. Dying for us.”
“I’ve already taken bullets for you. Trying to get you the fuck out of Dhaka. And I would take all of those bullets again. And then some. I would die for you in a heartbeat. For you, for my kids. No hesitation.”
“But you shouldn’t have to!” Esme argues. “And you don’t have to. Just walk away. Let other people handle this. Please. You have two choices and you’re making the wrong one. Why can’t you see that?”
“If I give myself up, he’ll leave you alone.”
“You don’t really believe that, do you? That that’s going to solve everything? Because it won’t. You offering yourself up like some kid of sacrificial fucking lamb is not the answer.”
“Hey...calm…” He reaches up and pushes a hand through her hair, tightly gripping the back of her head. “...you told me to stay calm for Addie. Now I need you to stay calm for her. She doesn’t need this. She's a baby. Just a baby.”
“Yeah, she is. She’s OUR baby. As in me and you. And she needs you. She needs her dad. They all do. And you’re sitting here telling me that you’re willing to offer yourself up. It’s bullshit and it’s insane and I want you to knock it the fuck off.”
“I said calm down!” He orders, then aggressively pulls her into him. Pressing a kiss to her forehead. “...just calm down. Please. Take it easy.”
“You are NOT doing this. I won’t let you. This is not what we talked about, This is not what we agreed on.”
“There’s no other choice.”
She shoves him away. “There’s always another choice! It doesn’t have to come down to this. You for us. It doesn’t need to be this way and you know it.”
“I don’t know what you want me to do. I can’t just walk away. I can’t.”
“Promise me when you walk out that door two days from now that won’t just go and offer yourself up. You don’t need to do that. There’s other ways. There’s still fight left in you. I know right now you feel like there isn’t. I know you're doubting yourself. But I have faith in you and I know you can handle this. WITHOUT giving yourself up. Promise me you’ll fight back. That you’re not just quitting. That THAT will be the last resort.”
“If I have no other choice, I’ll do it.”
“But right now you HAVE other choices. You know that, right? You see that?”
Tyler nods.
“Because you don’t give up. You NEVER give up. You’re alive today because you didn’t. So don’t fucking start now. I mean we’re supposed to be having another baby. And I don’t know if you realize how these things work, but I kind of need you for that.”
“I could always just jerk off into a cup and you save it.”
“Okay, you know what? No. I’d rather the old fashion way, thank you. I kind of like having sex with you. It’s kinda fun.”
He smirks. “Kinda?”
“Okay, it’s a lot of fun, actually. I didn’t think  I had to say that. I thought the results spoke for themselves. We don’t have kids for nothing. And I’d say go for the sixth one right now, but you jumped the gun and you decided we were done and go the old…” she holds her hand up, mimicking a pair of scissors with her index and middle finger.
“Not my best decision, I admit.”
“You have this uncanny ability of changing your mind about this whole having another baby thing. How many times have we decided that we’re stopping only for you to turn around and want another one the second the baby came home?”
“It’s never been THAT soon.”
“Excuse me? How old were the twins when you decided that three wasn’t enough after all?”
“Yeah…” he gives  a small, almost sad smile. “...but that one didn’t work out, did it.”
“No.” She presses a kiss to his temple. “It didn’t. And I know it was hard on you. That you didn’t really get to grieve like I did. I’m sorry for that. That I wasn’t there for you in the way you were for me. I’m pretty fucking selfish, aren’t I.”
“No, you’re not. You needed me a lot more than I needed you. Just hard sometimes still. Thinking about it. It was a shitty fucking time. I didn’t think anything could hurt THAT bad.”
“Do you ever wonder? What it would have been?”
“Sometimes,” he admits, running a palm over Addie’s hair and then laying it gently on the top of her head; thumb repeatedly brushing against her ear. “Sometimes I’ll think about it; if it would have been a boy or a girl and what they would have looked like. Then I think maybe things really do happen to reason, no matter how bad they are. If we had had that baby. Declan wouldn’t be here. And maybe we would have stopped after and Addie wouldn’t be here. And I wouldn’t trade either of them for anything.”
“You’re beautiful,” she says, feeling him grin when she kisses the corner of his mouth. “You have the most beautiful mind and this most beautiful heart. And I know you hate me using that word when it comes to describing you. But it’s true; I can’t help it.”
“I’ll let it slide. I’ll let you have it.”
“I have to say, despite my initial reservations about having another one, you do do the whole ‘big, strong man with a tiny baby’ thing very well.”
“You find it sexy don’t you.”
“Very. I find you very sexy. But this…” she trails her fingertips over the myriad of bruises that take up nearly every inch of his neck. “...this is scary. I’ve seen you with a lot of injuries. I’ve even seen you in the worst possible shape. But this? This bothers me the most for some reason. And what’s going on here…” she turns his face away from her and tender fingers investigate the scar left behind from Farhad. “...what were they trying to do? That’s the worst spot. I don’t think it would take much to fuck things up in there.”
“They knew exactly what to target.”
“Any idea who it was?”
“One of the guys off the list. Number 18. Weird part about it? He worked for Asif during the whole Dhaka thing. Guess he was his  right hand man. Moved on to Mahajan when Nik put a couple bullets into Asif.”
“Now that’s fucked, Go from drug lord to the other? So much for loyalty. How’d you kill him?”
“Shot him. Under the chin. I don’t know how I managed. Last thing I remember was that fucking needle. That’s it. Everything else is a blur. Came to and there was a dead body on top of me. I don’t even know how long I was out for.”
“You called me. Some time before you passed you. You don’t remember that, either?”
Tyler shakes his head.
“It freaked me out. I could hear you breathing and it sounded like you were trying to say something. That wasn't a random pocket dial, was it.”
“No. It wasn’t. I don’t even know why I called. I don’t know if I was calling you for help or if I thought I was dying and I wanted to tell you that I loved you…” his voice wavers once again and tears return to his eyes. “...if I wanted your voice to be the last thing I heard. And I wish I did remember it. That I called.”
“It’s okay.” She places a series of kisses across his forehead, then down the bridge of his nose. “...it’s okay now. You’re here and that’s what matters. You made it out of there. You found a way.  You always do.”
“What if I don’t next time? What if it is two guys? Or three or four? Half a dozen? A dozen?”
“I shouldn’t have put that in your head. I’m sorry.” She brushes the tip of her nose against his temple. “That is the last thing you needed to hear. I should have kept my mouth shut.”
“I was thinking it long before you said it.”
“I know you want to stay on this. And I get it. I do…”  she runs her knuckles along his jaw, beard scraping her skin. “...I know you want to protect us. And I love you so much for that and I love that part of you so fiercely. You ALWAYS protect us. Everything you do, every decision you make, it’s always for us. But you can protect us without being out there. You know you can. I know you can.”
“How? If I don’t stop them, they’ll get to you. And the kids.”
“But if you’re here, you can stop them. And look at all the people that are here to help. Nik, all of Anil’s people. That’s a lot of fire power. And before you hand me that bullshit about how it’s up to you and only you to protect us, don’t even go there. Because you’re good, but not even you can stop them by yourself. You need help. So swallow your fucking pride and admit that. That you can’t do it alone.”
“I’m not alone. I’be some my guys and Nik’s people and…”
“You were alone the other night,” Esme points out. “What was Nathan going to do from across the street? That is not helping. That’s YOUR version of helping. If you’re here, under the same room as all these people, Mahajan and his cronies won’t stand a chance. We’re safer if you’re here. And I think you realize that.”
“It’s putting a bigger target on you and the kids,” he argues. “If they figure out I’m here, they’ll show up.”
“Isn’t that what we want? Them out in the open? Let them come here. With all these people? With you? They won’t get very far, will they At least tell me you’re listening and not blocking me out. Usually I can read your face, but right now I’m not so sure.”
“I’m not blocking you, babe. I’m listening.”
“It makes more sense for you to be here than it does for you to be out on the street where every goddamn gun will be pointed at you. If you’re here, there’s more control over the situation, right? You’d have the upper hand because you’d be familiar with the place and they wouldn’t. And you can’t tell me you wouldn’t feel better being with us. That you don’t WANT to be here.”
“I do,” Tyler assures her. “It’s the only place I do want to be.”
“Then just do it. Just tell Anil that’s how it’s going to be. Explain to him why it makes the most sense. Deep down, you know this is the right thing to do. You know it’s better for us...especially the kids...if you’re here.  And I know you can’ deny that it would be better for you, too. Mentally speaking.”
“Yeah,” he admits with a nod. “You’re right.”
“Stop being so stubborn,” Esme implores. “This is not the time for that. You know this is the best way to handle things. I know you do. But I also know you hate taking advice from other people and that everything you do has to be your idea.”
He smirks. “You really DO know me well.”
“I so do. I also know I’m the only one who can talk like this to you and not have you get defensive. It’s too dangerous, Tyler. Especially now that Mahajan knows you’re in Mumbai and he’s stepping things up. You can’t be out on the street and you know it. I know that makes you feel useless. And weak. That you’re second guessing and doubting yourself. And you need to knock that shit off. Because you are the stronger, bravest person I know. And you’re the only one I trust with my life. With our kids’ lives. And I need you here. And you need to be here.”
He sighs, then pushes her fingers through her hair, moving it away from her face and off her shoulder. “Why are you like this?”
“Like what? Insanely beautiful and phenomenally intelligent?”
“I was going to say a huge pain in my ass, but okay, I’ll give you those.”
“What are you so worried about? Mahajan’s people showing up?”
“I don’t exactly what them on the doorstep. I don’t want them where you are. Where the kids are.”
“How far could they get with all these people here? I practically can’t take a pee without someone with an AK following me to the bathroom. What do you think can happen when there’s that much firepower here?”
“That’s exactly it. Firepower. With my kids here.”
“I’m not worried about that. Half of Anil’s basement is a panic room. The kids and I will be fine.”
Tyler frowns.
“What?”
“Why the hell didn’t you mention that right off the hop? Why didn’t you tell me that an hour ago when we started talking about this?”
“I didn’t think it was important.”
He stares at her pointedly.
“I forgot,” Esme admits. “I’m sorry. I should have told  you about the panic basement.”
“I swear to God, for the last seven years, this is how our conversations have gone. We talk about something for an hour when it could have been solved in five minutes. You always leave out that one piece of information that could have saved us a lot fucking time.”
“I’m sorry…” she pouts dramatically, then places a line of kisses along his jaw, over his ear, and up onto his head. “...I know that annoys you. Do you still love me?”
“I do. But fuck, you’re a pain in my ass. No wonder I have gray hair and an ulcer.”
“You don’t have an ulcer.”
“Not yet. But when I get one, it’ll have your name on it.”
“I have a confession.”
He sighs. “Of course you do. What is it?”
“I annoy you on purpose. Because you’re so cute when you’re annoyed. You get the cutest look on your face. It’s adorable. I can’t help myself. I’m sorry. I like your face and all your expressions. You have a really nice face.”
He grins. “I’m starting to really question your taste in men.”
“Please! You know you’re ridiculously good looking. It’s okay to be a bit conceited. I can forgive you for that if you can forgive me for being annoying.”
“I don’t know. You’re pretty fucking annoying.”
She scowls, then bites down on his earlobe.
“Ow! Fuck sakes! What is wrong with you? I’m not hurt enough for you? Why you do me like that?”
“Because I know you like it. MY particular brand of pain. What are you going to do? Spank me?”
“You’d like that too much.”
“I would actually,” she says, and then shivers against him when his fingertips graze down her spine. Giggling and squirming against him when he grabs her ass and roughly squeezes  “That hurts!  What’s your issue?”
“You really want to know?”
Esme nods.
He removes his hand from her ass, then takes one of hers and places it on his crotch.
“Oh…” her eyes widen. “...that’s the only part of you that’s not hurt and IS working properly.”
“You sound disappointed.”
“I am definitely not. Because I missed you. And I’m not talking the sappy and corny shit about missing you and your quirks and all the stupid shit you do.  Right now, I really miss having sex with you.”
“If you had just admitted that an hour ago, we could have skipped over a whole lot of drama.”
“We said things that needed to be said   and talked about things we needed to talk about. And now, I think you need to use your mouth for something else. IF you’re up to it.”
“Oh, I’m up to it. THAT anyways. Anything else, you might have to do the work. Or the majority of it anyway.”
“You mean I get to be in charge?”
He frowns. “I never said that.”
“You’re such a control freak,” she says, then pecks his lips before sling off the lounge chair and carefully removing a sleeping Addie from his chest. “I’m going to go and put her in her bed. And when I get back, you better be in mind. Naked. Ready to go. I’m not fucking around. Well, I AM. Fucking that is, You know what I mean.”
He’s grinning as he watches her ass move as she walks away. “How much DID you miss me?”
“Not THAT much, Tyler. Forget about it. It’s not our anniversary yet.”
“Early anniversary present?” He suggests hopefully.
“You wish!” She scoffs, then disappears into the house.
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ravenbell-exchange · 4 years ago
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Here come the prompts!
These are for all of us to use, so please feel free to peruse, reblog, explore, comment, and be generally delightful. Everyone will be receiving their assigned prompts later today, but remember that we are writing two stories each: one from the assigned prompts, and one from this list. You are free to pick anything apart from stuff you yourself prompted. There haven’t been any Dear Author letters I’ve spotted so far, so I’ve included some additional crossover prompts from people here, just for ease of reference. You absolutely don’t have to pick them - there’s just there in case you want them!
If you didn’t sign up for this challenge, but want to use any of the prompts below to write a fic – go for it! As long as you make sure to credit where you got the prompt from, you are very welcome to play with us.
Now, without further ado:
1.
Url: @autobot
Prompt 1: Sports AU: Bellamy and Raven flirt while their respective teams yell at them to get their head in the game.
Prompt 2: Delinquent Winter: It's snowing, so the delinquents decide to start a snowball fight. Raven and Bellamy really go at each other. Bellamy ends up getting a cut on his lip from an icy snowball, and Raven decides to remedy that with a kiss.
Prompt 3: Season 7: This is pretty vague but just anything with the relationship Bellamy/Raven/Doucette, with Bellamy having had separate relationships with the other two in the past.
Prompt 4 (optional variation on 1): HP AU: Bellamy and Raven flirt while their respective Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Quidditch teams yell at them to get their head in the game.
Things they don’t want to find in the fic you write for them: Momma didn't raise no wussy "N/A"
Also: Have seen all 7 seasons.
2.
Url: @growlereish
Prompt 1: post mount weather road trip. monty, miller, lincoln, gina, octavia, harper welcome to come too. maybe they find a bunch of cars and the delinquents take off into the sunset together. maybe it's just bellamy and raven exploring the world together.
Prompt 2: au where they're on a sports team together. any sport, the sport is not important, it's about the Team As Family and the Narratives
Prompt 3: fantasy au or canon + fantasy elements
Prompt 4: relationship negotiation / exploration
Prompt 5: anything from the expansive list of likes on my dear creator letter: https://growlery.dreamwidth.org/11097.html
Things they don’t want to find in the fic you write for them: somnophilia; humiliation, especially as a kink; d/s that's about punishment; discussion of diets/nutrition plans/exercise regimens/body maintenance/weight management/etc
Also: Have seen up to + including 3x08
3.
Url: @kinetic-elaboration​
Prompt 1: High school AU: Bellamy and Raven are exes, but Raven is still good friends with Octavia, so they still see each other all the time
Prompt 2: Bellamy/Raven/Gina negotiating/figuring out a poly relationship in Arkadia pre-S3
Prompt 3: Braven + First real, heavy snow on the ground (canon or canon-divergent AU)
Prompt 4: Librarian!Bellamy and Mechanic!Raven
Prompt 5: Modern AU: Bellamy, Raven, and author's choice other delinquents living in a cramped apartment together; Raven and Bellamy are either struggling with UST or in a secret relationship or FWB arrangement
Things they don’t want to find in the fic you write for them: pregnancy/kid fic of any sort; side/background Minty, Marper, or Clexa; explicit sex (implied/fade to black/generically described is ok); character bashing of any kind
Also: Have seen season 1-4 (really do not want to write/read anything related to the timeskip on, please!).  I'm not really into the Grounders generally; I love the delinquents; I headcanon Raven as bisexual but Bellamy as straight.
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Url: @justbecauseyoubelievesomething​
Prompt 1: Sci-fi/Space AU where Bellamy and Raven serve on the same ship; (fr)enemies to lovers with lots of angst along the way! Time loop/travel or interdimensional travel shenanigans would be appreciated as well!
Prompt 2: Dark Fairytale/Fantasy AU; very dark, stormy, foresty vibes; one of them is some sort of mythical creature, maybe even ruler of other mythical creatures; dark forbidden romance; for lots of bonus angst, one of them can be a magical creature hunter and reveal themselves at the end!
Prompt 3: Canonverse Ark AU; Bellamy and Raven meet as adults on the Ark because they both join the same secret revolutionary group planning to overthrow Alpha Station; other Delinquents can definitely make appearances!
Prompt 4: Modern AU; one of the two is driving through a small town trying to get home for Christmas when their car breaks down and they are forced to take it to the town's only mechanic; they snark at each other before the mechanic invites the stranded party to Christmas dinner; found family; fluff; basically you're typical Hallmark-esque set-up.
Prompt 5: Any setting! Bellamy and Raven are rivals in some sort of extreme sport (or if set in canonverse can be something like spacewalking). They're constantly pushing each other to their limits trying to beat each other, until Raven permanently injures her leg. She becomes very bitter during her recovery until she realizes that Bellamy isn't competing anymore and confronts him. Maybe feelings come out right away or maybe it takes them a while to get around to realizing it, but lots of angst and hurt/comfort during the build-up!
Things they don’t want to find in the fic you write for them: Explicit smut; pregnancy/kid fic; incest; student/teacher; character bashing of any other characters
Also: Have seen seasons 1-6 and the first half of season 7.
5.
Url: @ravenbells
Prompt 1: Raven discovering and enjoying the fact that Bellamy is a huge history nerd (can be canon, modern or some kind of fantasy/sci-fi setting).
Prompt 2: Modern AU. Raven is sharing a flat with friends, but one of them has to move out because of Reasons, and Bellamy rents the freed up room. Doesn’t have to be set in the US if you don’t want to, I don’t care that it’s an American show.
Prompt 3: Grounder AU, but set in the past. Bellamy and Raven were children when the nukes that caused the Ark to stay in space for generations went off. Now they are they first generation of survivors who have to build a life in a world without technology.
Prompt 4: Steampunk AU. Can be traditional Victorian-aesthetic steampunk, but if you want to lift your visuals from any other time period, be my guest. I’m going to love anything you do.
Prompt 5: Bellamy and Raven are exes who get back together (can be canon or any AU setting you can imagine).
Things they don’t want to find in the fic you write for them: Graphic violence
Also: Have only seen the first 2 seasons, please have mercy. If you want to incorporate the characters playing DnD into any of the stories, be my guest - just putting this in here because I know some people in the group love it (Bellamy would play a paladin, fight me), but if you’re not into this stuff, absolutely don’t feel obliged.
6.
Url: shortitude @ AO3
Prompt 1: Modern coffee-shop AU where they meet because both of them has a Specific Table they like to sit at and usually their schedules do not coincide, but then because of fate (someone's wi-fi broke, there's plumbing work happening at home, etc) they have to go to the coffee shop and their table is taken, as are all the others. Luckily, the traitor who took their Specific Table is willing to share it, just for today. (And then every day after.) Friends to Lovers is preferred over Instant Attraction in this one. Even open-ended works. (Please, no pandemic.)
Prompt 2: Canon-based AU: Give me cottagecore survival to replace the weird plots that happened to this show after s2. The idea of the Delinquents settling in a village, life moving on, peace being brokered, etc etc. In the middle of it all, Bellamy and Raven rely on each other to rebuild, and fall in love. A lot.
Prompt 3: Five times Bellamy tried to show his love for Raven and failed, and one time she finally got the point. Oblivious That People Might Love Her!Raven is my tragic and problematic fave. A bonus: competence kink. Acceptable: any form of AU; I am not a stickler for canon.
Prompt 4 (optional): Pacific Rim AU; veteran Jaeger pilot gets pulled back into action because of a need to pull off a last fight against the apocalypse/alien invasion, drifts unexpectedly with the supermouthy, supersmart, very capable engineer/mechanic. Add as many characters from The 100 as you'd like into this, but I am very much more into the wholesome survival of all of them than I am about everyone except Braven dying.
Things they don’t want to find in the fic you write for them: Bellarke content if the Braven content is just a way for Bellamy to "get over" Clarke, be it failed relationship or unrequited one.
Also: Have seen season 1 and Season 2 in full; vaguely familiar with STUFF about how they ended up in space, and nothing beyond that because I literally don't care.
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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years ago
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A Family of Five- Part 2: Like Sugar, With Salt
Calum and Harlowe’s marriage hasn’t always been easy, but it has always been filled with love. This is a collaborative experience with In Sorrow and In Joy. Dad!Calum. Black OC.
CW: Over the course of this series, there are mentions of pregnancy, therapy, and postpartum depression. There is also 18+ Content (Smut)
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Harlowe is still laying in bed. The alarm went off hours ago. She managed to get up, change her clothes. Calum made her eat with him and the kids. But the second she could escape, shower, and change again, she crawled right back into bed. The TV plays. Normally she would be watching it, but it’s more like the TV is watching her. The afternoon has settled in nicely, a bright clear day. She knows she ought to get up. There’s laundry to do. There’s lunch to fix. The very least is laundry. The absolute minimum. Calum can’t do it all himself. Laundry, she can do laundry. Throwing her feet to the floor, she pushes up. Just do laundry. Just do laundry. 
She walks into Te Koha’s room first. His toy trains lining the molding of his floor. He likes to think this is cleaning, since it’s not in the middle of the floor. He’s stubborn that way. Her and Calum have both collectively just let this happen. It doesn’t interfere too much and she’s glad at the very least that it’s not cluttered in the middle. There’s a path--and it works. Pulling his tiny hamper, she drags it behind her in, leaving it near the door before checking Esha’s room. Even though she’s still barely a toddler, she has her own hamper. Harlowe thought it would be frivolous but Esha wants everything Te Koha has, his tiny shadow. 
Grasping both hampers, she carries them down stairs. There’s no one inside. There’s not a giggle or chuckle or the twinkle of Pepper’s tag. It’s unusual for sure. But it’s not crazy. Just noteworthy, the silence settles thickly. Just the barely audible hum of fridge. She walks over to the kitchen window and sees Calum bouncing Esha as Te Koha runs around with his airplanes, Pepper runs behind him. Koha spies her from the window and smiles. His chubby cheeks lift as he waves. “Momma!” he shouts.  
She leans over the counter, pushing open the open the window. “Hi baby!”
“Will you come outside today?”
The question hurts. Things have gotten so bad again. Harlowe knows that. She just never thought her children would notice. Just go out for him. Go out for him, Harlowe chants to herself. She nods.. “I gotta put some clothes in the washer, but yeah, I’ll come out.”
The smile on his face radiates. He cheers. “Need help? I can help?”
“No, baby. Mommy’s got it. Keep an eye on Papa Bear for me. Make sure he doesn’t step on my rose bushes,” she adds. 
“I can hear you, you know,” Calum gripes. Koha laughs, but resumes his running with the toy plane. Calum steps closer to the open window. “If you don’t feel like coming out, don’t push yourself. Take it one step at a time.”
She exhales. It’s good for her. Just for a little bit. “I should go out.”
Esha whines in Calum’s arm, reaching for something below. He sets her down. “Okay, baby girl, I know. Down, I know.” She trots toward Koha. Calum turns back to Harlowe. “Let me know if you need anything, okay? Please?”
“I will.” He eyes her, head tilting forward. “I promise.” He knows she’ll suffer in silence. They both will. To a fault. Even if it’s bad, but that’s just who they are. A cry starts up; Esha. Doesn’t sound particularly bad, it’s more like a startled cry. 
Calum jogs over. “What happened, baby girl? You’re okay.”
“She just tripped,” Koha says. 
She leaves the window open. The small chirps and sounds of life help, make her feel less isolated. She sorts their clothes by colors and tosses them into the machine. The kids have a special detergent and she grabs it, always a little shocked by how heavy it is. The washing machine begins to rumble. She rests her hands onto it, feeling the vibrations shake up her hands and arms. She is still alive. Right? 
The back door is unlocked from when Calum took the kids and dogs out. She wonders if Calum knew that she needed a moment’s silence. Or maybe he was worried. If the kids watched her fall apart for too long, would they become hyper concerned? Would they want to do nothing because she was doing nothing? What was she teaching her kids? Her forehead falls into the glass of the door. She can’t teach them that. She can just water the flowers, right? 
There’s still lunch to fix. The kids will be getting hungry soon. She can get to that right? Calum’s here. They’ll get that that. She twists the doorknob, stepping onto the warm wood of the deck.  Koha rushes up the porch steps, wrapping his arms around her legs. Brushing her palm over his back, she sucks back tears. Koha’s only ever wanted good for her. He deserves his old mother back. Not her now, covered under a thick blanket of tired, of doubt, of shame. “We didn’t water the flowers yet, Momma. Do you want to do that? Can I help?”
He starts to pull back from her. Harlowe’s quick to wipe her tears from her face. “Yeah, let’s go water the flowers.” The walk to the garage door. It cranks after she types in the code before they walk inside, Te Koha takes hold of her hand. Harlowe gives it a squeeze, smiling, however briefly down at her son. A spitting image of her. With Calum’s soul. 
Things were better when he was first born. Harlowe had gotten pregnant with Te Koha well before she and Calum had ever considered getting married. But it didn’t matter. Besides, Harlowe will never forget the day Calum did propose, down on one knee in the middle of her empty apartment. He was sweaty for sure, having helped move her out so she could stay with him. She was swollen, stomach, ankles, feet. Everyone that looked at her was afraid she’d pop at any second. But it was Calum who popped instead, on his knee, to take her hand. 
He was going to do right by her. After nearly fucking things up. He couldn’t loose Harlowe a second time. Her pregnancy with Te Koha was fine. There were aches and pain for sure. But she felt fine. She was fine. Te Koha was a fairly easy baby. And now there is just a fog. Esha wasn’t a worrisome baby. She was stubborn and a opinonated, even at two. But she wasn’t difficult. It was just Harlowe’s brain. Her brain was making things hard. 
“Momma?” Te Koha asks, taking his water can from her hands. He can see the frown pulling down his mother’s face. 
“Yes, baby?”
“I’m sorry you’re sad,” he whispers. “I promise to be good.”
She gasps, a short explosion of air before her chest squeezes. She kneels in front of her little boy. His brown eyes are teary up like mine. Cupping his face between her palm, she brings his attention to her. “What’s happening to me is not your fault. It’s not Papa Bear’s fault; it’s not even Esha’s fault.”
“Then what happened?” He sniffs, wiping underneath his nose. “You were so different before.”
“Momma’s had some serious health issues. It’s…. been hard on me. But it’s not your fault. Please, please, please don’t think it. I wish I wasn’t like this. Mommy wishes she could be her old self. I am so sorry.”
“Is there is anything I can do to help?”
“Just keep being you baby boy. Just keep being you.”  She wipes the tears that have fallen from his skin. “Do you still want to help me water the flowers?”
He nods. “Yes. I always do.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “Let me grab my can.” They walk to the hose, Harlowe filling Koha’s up first. Then filling hers. He trails behind, waiting for the every other plant that Harlowl leaves to him.  He sticks his tongue out a little, watching as the water slips over and splashes onto the ground. Harlowe pauses occasionally to pluck the dead leaves and weeds around certain plants. Te Koha follows suit, under the careful eye of his mother. This is the mom he remembers. A soft smile on her lips when he pulls hard at a weed and successfully uproots it. A small cheer of pride echoes from his chest. 
“Need any help?” a voice says behind me.
Harlowe looks over her shoulder. Koha shoots up from his seated position. “Uncle Mikey!” 
Michael laughs, collecting Koha into his arms before picking him up. “Oh, you’re getting big. No wonder Cal’s got arms like fu--freaking Superman. Lifting kids all day is a great work out.”
“Michael, what are you doing here?” Harlowe’s not sure of her own voice. It’s strange for sure. But there’s a glimmer of something light, something like happiness. It is happiness. He’s still the same. With the basketball hat, the fringed hair, the leather bracelets, and the rings. 
He opens his free side to her and Harlowe folds into his embrace. “Cal called me over. Said you were having a decent day. Wanted to check in.”
Harlowe and Michael have, over the years, gotten close. They bonded originally over video games. Harlowe has her degree in psychology and through her willingness to always listen to him they grew closer. Michael isn’t necessarily reserved but he’s not always forthcoming about things. He’s vocal when it’s necessary. Harlowe never judged--she pushed occasionally for him to open up. But she never sneered at him, never berated him over his feelings. She just listened. 
Michael returned the favor. He’s always become a great pillar of support since this funk after Esha’s birth. She had shockingly cried to Michael a couple times about her inability to conceive a third child. She wanted to give Calum that picture perfect family. Her body and mind weren’t ready for that--they were telling her to slow down. She always had trouble listening. 
“It’s been okay,” she says softly, pulling back from his hug. 
“Okay is good. Okay is great.”
“Are you going to help us?” Koha asks. 
Michael laughs. “Sure, why the--why not?” Michael’s still working at censoring him around the kids. Almost five years should’ve been enough practiced but Michael was only the uncle currently with no kids. He didn’t have the filter on all the time.
The three of them settle back down in the front garden. Harlowe pulls out the gardening seat for Michael to sit. He complained about potentially ruining his jeans. “Look!” Koha puts out a bug, nestled into the mulch. Harlowe pulls back his hands a little. Even though he’s wearing gloves, she fears that it could be a snake or spider. It’s not though upon closer inspection. 
By the time they move to the side of the house where the kitchen window is, Calum gazing out of it. “Lunch’s up soon, bud. Come inside and wash your hands,” he says softly to Koha. 
Koha and Harlowe look up at each other. The window is opened just enough. “Can I Momma?”
She grins and looks over to Calum. Hhe sighs, hopping onto the counter and holding out his hands. “Fine, you two are definitely fucking Aries.”
“Swear jar, Papa Bear,” she laughs, sliding off the gloves and hoisting Koha up. He grabs Calum’s forearms and he slides in through the window. Calum sets him down. “Wash your hands now. I don’t want to find actual ants on your ants on a log.”
She just barely catches Koha’s laugh as he walks away from the window. “He loves going in through the window. Why not let him live a little?”
“Because then he’ll think it’s normal to climb in through the windows,” Calum laughs. 
“You saying it’s not?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying, missy.” They share a laugh. Including Michael. He’s used to their shenanigans. “You coming in for lunch?” Cal asks. 
“Once I finish up out here. Shit, the laundry.”
Calum shakes his head. “One load is already done. Second load is in the dryer.”
“I’m so sorry I forgot.”
“Baby, it’s okay.”
She sighs. “I’m just so off. I hate this.”
“Just consider the meds, think about it, okay? I’m not asking you to makeup your minds just yet. But don’t count it out.”
Michael rests a hand on her back, not quite on her shoulder but not quite off it either. “They honestly could help, Harlowe. Don’t eliminate the possibility. I know you don’t want to take meds. I know you can do this without. But you don’t have to.”
“The ACT is helping, I think. I just don’t want to add more to our medical expenses. I’m already running it up as it,” Harlowe counters. 
Calum wishes he could shake his wife sometimes. Snap her out of whatever haze she was in. Or just get her to see that he cares not what dime amount it costs. “You know money is not a problem here.” Harlowe opens her mouth. Calum continues before she can interject it. “Finish up in your beds and then come in and eat. Relax the rest of the day. Think you can finish the beds?”
She nods. It’s been weeks since she’s been out here. Calum tries to do it for her. Harlowe’s picky, picking it up from her mother and her grandmother the particular meticulousness when it comes to her yard. He does what he knows she likes and knows how to keep the basics up  but doesn’t push it too much further. 
He slides off the counter. “Ready to eat little man?” Koha nods. 
Harlowe goes back to her yard. Michael calls into the window for something before handing a bottle of water to Harlowe. “Maybe you should get out of LA,” he says holding the bag for weeds open.
“You sound like Calum now. You guys have been working here for years now.”
“It doesn’t mean that we can’t move, you know? We’ve been discussing going back to Sydney, anyway. Going back to our roots, settling down. Cal and Luke already have kids. LA’s no place to raise kids.”
She rips the weed from the dirty. Some mulch flies up through the hair. It lands and Harlowe stares down at it. “ I don’t want to be lectured at about moving.Then I have to look for a new university to work out. I’ve got three years where I’m at.”
“You’re not tenured. You said they’re already discussing making changes to the Creative Writing department.”
“I love the kids I work with. They’re brilliant. I have great reviews from them. They’d be crazy to get rid of me.” She yanks at out another weed.  
Michael sighs. “They’ve done crazier things before, you know that better than anyone.”
“Even if the band moves back, it will still take me awhile to find work. I can’t force Calum to take care of the bills alone.”
“Harlowe, you’re making fucking bank. Calum’s smart and has been for years now. He could handle everything and more by his income alone.”
He’s right. Calum’s invested some money. Most of those profits go towards savings for the kids future education plans. Advancements from albums and merch sales have also been sitting in savings for them. Her income is chump change comparatively. Calum’s always treated it equally. The sales from her books helps too for kids savings. Her salary covers half the bills.  My income is chump change compared to him.
She could move. Maybe she should. Calum’s been dropping the possibility more and more since everything went downhill. “My family,’” she says softly. 
“They’re going to cause you to go gray.”
A sob chokes her. Her chest squeezes. When did she start crying? When did the tears burn her eyes? I’m so used to being able to handle things. I don’t know what to do.”
Michael rubs at her back, shushing her softly. “You’re allowed to be weak. Being strong doesn’t mean being able to handle everything. It’s about knowing your limits, knowing when you need help.”
It takes a few minutes before the tears subside. The water soothes the ache in her throat. The passing moments are filled with silence. Michael points to some small green leaves, making sure it’s okay to pull before he gets a grip on it. He can’t tell if it’s a new plant or not and would rather not cause her another crying fit. Harlowe nods before clipping off some browning leaves. 
“You are not alone in this, okay? Remember that.”
“Thanks, Michael.” 
She watches, to make sure he gets safely to his car. It’s all the years of drinking as a young woman and knowing that any moment could be someone’s last. It’s the years of being a mother and freaking out whenever Te Koha decides to hide behind a rack or mannequin. She has to see with her own eyes to everyone’s safely. 
When she gets inside, after double checking the lock on the door, she notices  Esha’s standing with her little horse. Her smile is bright. Harlowe does her best to return it as she goes to wash her hands. Esha clambers right behind her, the clacking of the plastic striking the floors. Harlowe steps to get a paper towel. More clacks are heard. 
Harlowe runs in a circle, the clicking following her ‘round and ‘round. She scopes up her little girl, lifting Esha above her head. “You’re getting so big, girlie. I love you.”
She giggles at Harlowe. “You’re not tired?” Harlowe asks. “You should be tired by now. You ran behind Koha today. He’s a fast one. My little zoomer.”
When she looks over to him, sitting at the table, tracing over the alphabet with Calum, he grins. “Nyoom,” he laughs. 
“Down,” Esha pleads. It’s softly at first. Then she repeats herself, more firmly, when the request is not immediately fulfilled. “Down.” 
“So demanding, you’re my child. Lord help you.” Harlowe sets her down and she runs back to her horse. 
Calum chuckles. “Alright, c’mon, Koha. You’re half way done.”
“I’m being Momma’s little zoomer,” he huffs but goes back to tracing. 
Calum turns his attention back to Harlowe. “Make sure to eat.” 
She nods. She’s not very hungry though. She knows she should be. But she’s just not. Her appetite goes most days. “Want to shower first.”
He points to the fridge. He means right now. “Please, baby. Just something. A turkey sandwich and apple. It doesn’t have to be a lot. I even bought pink ladies, your favorite.”
“I smell.”
“Harlowe.”
She knows that tone. She marches to the fridge to find the plate all ready for her. She knows, during the first couple of bites that she won’t get it all down. Something is better than nothing under Calum’s watchful stare. She pretends not to notice his constant glances and gazes out of the same window that Te Koha was lifted through. They both know the other is watching. 
More than half the sandwich is gone and the whole apple is finished. Harlowe tips the plate in Calum’s direction before dumping the core and sandwich remnants. He gives a slight nod. His acknowledgement of what she’s eaten. He worries. Maybe more so than he should. But who can fault the concern? Who can find any issue in the pure love that he carries for her? He wants her to be okay. 
Harlowe walks over to the penmanship study and tugs at Calum’s elbows. “You stink, you know?” he teases. 
She lifts an arm, turning the armpit to his face. “Wanna try something else smart to say?” 
Calum rears back. “God, I can’t breathe. Te Koha, help me. I’m going to suffocate from the stink.”
Koha laughs in his seat. “Sorry Daddy, I have to finish tracing.”
“My own son betrays me,” he gasps, pretending to pass out. No one reacts. “So you all were just going to let me die? Even you Esha,” Calum sits up, pulling her into his chest. He smiles over Harlowe’s shoulder to her. She coos, smacking her toys together in excitement. “Yeah, even you were just going to leave your old man high and dry. No love.”
She stands and walks over. Harlowe end down to pick her up. She reaches for Calum though. “She’s such a daddy’s girl,” Harlowe laughs. 
“I love you,” he breathes into her skin, lips brushing over from the forehead kiss.. “I love you so much. Mommy loves you too. You too, Koha,” he says turning his attention to his son, brushing his fingers through the tight coils. “We love you too.”
“I know,” he says softly. A grin taking over his face. “I know.”
Harlowe decides on a soak. But after her shower. The shower will let her cry if she needs too. Though, after her tears in the garden, she thinks today will be decent. The rose scent of the bubbles starts to invade her nostrils. Her eyes close and Koha’s face fills her dark vision. His tears. His plea for her to get better. Her own children take the blame for her brain’s reaction. 
The sting starts up behind her closed lids. God, she’s so unfit. With lips pressed together, Harlowe tries to quiet the sobs. It’s just about nap time; she doesn’t want to wake them. But God, how unfit. Unable to remember the laundry she had started. Hardly able to keep the yard together and in good shape. Can’t even a fucking sandwich. 
Every second she can sit in bed, she does. Calum must think she’s disgusted with him. Harlowe hasn’t touched him sexually in months. She wants too, just lacks the motivation to go through with it. All her energy is spent before her feet ever hit the floor. Covering her mouth, she lets one nasty sob rip through her. The floor thuds with footsteps; Calum’s heard. Fuck. She sniffles. Pull it together. He can’t see her crying again. He doesn’t even bother knocking, not that he needed to anyway. If he heard the wail, she knows he would’ve broken down the door if necessary. 
“Babe,” he rushes out, settling onto the edge of the tub. “Talk to me, please.”
Her hands tremble; her throat hurts. The words are stuck in the dryness that coats her mouth. Grabbing her towel from the counter, he sets it on his lap before pulling her out of the water. Calum wraps the extra fabric, then holds her to his chest. The rocking motion helps. All she has to do is focus on the back and forth motion. She doesn’t have to think about anything else. 
“Te Koha thought it was his fault,” she breathes. The words are sour. She feels like there is bile on them as she speaks. “He thought he had done something wrong. I forgot about the laundry. I’m barely eating. I’m falling apart. I don’t want to fall apart. I’m not taking the fertility meds like I should. I want to give up; I don’t want to keep doing this.”
Calum finally speaks, voice thick. “Do you want to get better?”
“Sometimes I do; sometimes I don’t.”
“Right now, do you want to get better?”
“I’m just tired, Calum. I’m so fucking tired.”
“You know I’m here for you. You know I care, right?” She nods against his chest. “Do you trust me?” She nods again, clutching onto the cotton t-shirt. He releases a breathe. “Then we can’t stay here. You can’t keep dodging therapy appointments. You can’t skip your meds.”
“I know; I’m sorry.”
Calum kisses the top of her head, or what he can reach of it behind the pineappled afro. “I need some extra hands. We need some extra hands; I know a nanny scares you. But we’re getting out of LA, as quick as possible. I’m calling your parents, see if they can help for a little bit. But we’ve gotta get out of here. I know you’re worried about insurance costs and such. But maybe it’s time to leave the States. My parents could help us; I’m sure they’d be happy to.”
She is small, in that moment she is that eleven year old girl that cried in a bathroom because she heard her parents arguing. She is that eleven year old girl that needed her father’s comforting touch. She is small again, in Calum’s lap, still damp from the shower and bath. She needs someone to help her. Maybe she can stop torturing herself, her husband, and her kids. 
“Okay,” she whispers. “I need the help.” A tiny drop of relief hits her stomach. She needs help. She needs help. She just needs the help. There’s no shame in that, right? There’s nothing wrong in admitting that sometimes the burden is just too heavy to carry all by herself.
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captainsscarlet · 5 years ago
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miss americana and the heartbreak prince ~ sam wilson x reader
SERIES PLAYLIST   ~    MY MASTERLIST
Summary: Takes place during Captain America: The Winter Soldier
You’re the daughter of Alexander Pierce, trained to be the perfect shield agent. He was a para-rescue turned superhero.  
Word count: 3,497
Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader
Warnings: Angst, violence, murder, threats, pregnancy against their own will.
A/N: This is my child. Literally, I’m so happy with this story I could cry. Please enjoy and there will be a part 2.
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Ever since you were born, you didn’t know who your father was. It was a big mystery and all that your mother had said was that he wasn’t someone you wanted to know. You thought that maybe she was just overreacting, and that he wasn’t as bad. After all, you weren’t bad and he was a part of you. And at the age of 5, you had no reason to think that evil truly existed in the world you lived in.
Until you did.
You came home from school one day, expecting your mother to be in the kitchen fixing you a snack while you settled in to do your homework, but instead you found a blonde man, tall and stern, standing in your living room and he had your eyes. You looked curiously at the man, before looking around you.
“Where’s mommy?” Your voice was small and you peaked around the corner, not seeing anything before the man squatted down in front of you and held out his hand.
“Your mom left. You won’t be seeing her anymore.” His voice wasn’t soft like Mr. Browning, your teacher, or Mr. James, the old man next door who you and your mother often cooked for ever since his wife had died. It was hard and didn’t waiver. “I’m your father, y/n. You’re going to be coming with me.”
You were distraught. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you were openly whimpering as he spoke. Mommy had never left you alone before. And she had promised to always be there for you no matter what had happened. But this man was your daddy, so that meant you should trust him right?
He reached out his hand to you and hesitantly, you took it. The other hand held your small backpack strap as he walked you out of the house and into a big black car. It had your booster seat inside and you climbed up into it, buckling yourself in like mommy had taught you and reaching in your backpack to grab Grumpy, your stuffed dinosaur. You held him tight as daddy pulled away from the curb and away from the house.
A white van pulled up beside the empty house and three man walked in, tasked with cleaning up the blood that covered the walls of what had been your room, with your mother laying inside, dead.
 27 years later
You looked at your reflection in the mirror after wiping the steam from it. Today was important. It was the day you had to trick everyone into believing you were on the wrong side of things. Ever since the day that Alexander had come and gotten you, you had been put through your paces. You got the top grades in school, excelling in the sciences as well as a psychology course you’d had to take in your senior year, and anything less would have been seen as a disappointment.
But when you turned 18, he had you training with Brock Rumlow. He forced you into learning combat moves and using a gun, both of which you didn’t feel comfortable with. But it was what was asked of you and you couldn’t disobey him. That would have meant a lot of time spent in isolation until you learned your place. The longest you had spent there was 2 weeks before he had come back and told you to continue training immediately.
He made everyone believe you were training to be a Shield agent, when in reality, he was deep inside HYDRA, and therefore, so were you.
Except it wasn’t the truth.
The truth was that you were working for Director Fury and only a select few people, like Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff, knew. People that could keep your secret and also help your training. Maria was like an older sister, always pushing you to be better and stronger, which only helped your father.
That truth however, couldn’t save you from the man that had taken you 27 years ago. Your father had always been cold and steely around you and it only increased as you got older. When you were 22, your gift for moving up to level 6 with Shield was anything but.
Part of the project your father was running required a subject to be impregnated by a super soldier, to see how a child born with the serum in their system would differ from that of a normal child. But HYDRA didn’t just want anyone to do it, they wanted you. And it was that or immediate death. You remembered crying as they put you under sedation to implant the embryo and waking up feeling incredibly groggy and unwell.
It was the first time in your life that your father had banished you from training.
After that, it was a whirlwind. It had been a success and you were pregnant with the winter soldier’s child. There hadn’t been a moment where you wanted it, it was all your father’s doing. And as time went on, things only continued to get worse. Your mood swings were met with isolation and your compliance was essential to keeping you alive. When the 9 months was up and your daughter was born, life had new meaning. She was your world and when anyone had wanted to take her, you threatened to rip their heart out of their chest.
You named her Avery Carter Pierce. You told everyone it was after your grandfather on your mother’s side, but it was truly after Peggy Carter. You’d never met her, but she was everything you wished you could be. Strong, smart, unwavering in loyalty. Just like your mom.
She lived with you in your small one bedroom apartment in DC, far away from your father. While he had tried to influence you, you weren’t going to let him hurt her. And since she was showing no signs of the serum, you had little to worry about.
You quickly dressed and walked out to the bedroom, sitting on the bed and smiling down at your now five year old daughter. She looked a lot like you, but she had Bucky Barnes eyes. You couldn’t refer to him as the winter soldier, not when you knew the truth. It just wasn’t right.
“Wake up, sunshine. Time to greet the day.” It was how your mother had always woken you up from school. A little kindness and some snuggles. Her bright eyes opened and suddenly you were overtaken with love, the small dinosaur stuffed animal you had as a little girl. After some time, you got her ready and made breakfast, letting her talk all about her dreams and throwing questions at you left and right.
And then you got a text from Maria.
Shield has fallen. Coming to get you and Avery.
Your heart began to race and you ran toward the bedroom, grabbing two large duffel bags and beginning to throw everything you had of importance into them. Clothes, alternate identities for you and Avery, photo albums. At the last minute, you grabbed your mom’s jewelry box, throwing it in the bag and walking out again. You grabbed Avery and her backpack, as well the dinosaur before running down the 20 flights of stairs and into the parking garage where you would meet Maria. While Avery asked about a million questions, you fidgeted, looking out for anyone who could be following you. And when a black van pulled up, you grabbed your sidearm and pointed it through the window as it rolled down, a sigh of relief coming to you when you saw that it was Maria, ushering your daughter into the back seat.
It wasn’t surprising when you looked in the backseat and saw two men and Nat, who seemed to be bleeding in the backseat. You averted Avery’s eyes and gave her your phone so that she could play one of the games you had set up for situations just like this one. After making sure that Nat was stable for the moment, you turned your attention to the two men in the back seat.
The one man you knew was Steve Rogers. You had never met him, but you had heard a lot about him. And from what you had heard, his best friend was the one who had become the winter soldier. The other man though, was a mystery. But he had kind eyes and was really handsome. And if Natasha, Maria and Steve all trusted him, he couldn’t have been too bad.
“So I know Maria, Nat and Steve, but not you.”
You didn’t mean to be intimidating but you didn’t exactly know what was going on. Fury was dead and Maria was being incredibly secretive.
“Sam Wilson, ma’am. Although I could ask you the same question.”
You looked over at Natasha, who gave a simple shrug. It’s not like they had a long time to discuss things. But there was no need to because at that moment, her little girl decided to pipe up from beside her and speak.
“Mommas name is y/n y/m/n/ Pierce. And mine is Avery Carter Pierce and I’m five years old.” she sat up on her knees and looked back at them both. You saw Nat give a smile and move her hand away from the wound and pressed a kiss to the little girls forehead.
“Очень хорошо, маленькая звезда. (Very good, little star) But maybe let your momma tell people that.” Nat’s other hand caressed the side of the little girls face before leaning back and looking at the boys. “Don’t worry. She’s good. She may be Pierce’s daughter but she isn’t anything like him, despite his efforts. She was one of Fury’s trusted ones.” The mention of Nick put a damper on everyone except Sam and maybe Maria, you couldn’t exactly tell.
The journey took about two hours and soon enough, you were being lead through a dam, Maria being incredibly secretive. But as soon as you saw him, your breath caught and a gasp came from your lips. There in the bed about 20 feet ahead of you, was Nick Fury. The man that had helped shape you was laying in a hospital bed and your daughter suddenly slipped from your hand and ran.
“Uncle Nick!” she ran to the side of the bed and the director of Shield smiled reaching his hand down and grabbing the little girls.
“Little girl, you might not wanna run away from your mom like that.” Nick looked down at the little girl and she looked sad for a moment before Nick wrapped his arm around her and pulled her up on the bed with one arm. The little girl curled into him as you walked into the room. Tears were welled up in your eyes as you walked over to the side of the bed and he took your hand in his. While Nick had a hard exterior around just about everyone else, you had broken that as a little girl and gotten through to him. Ever since, you’d been like the daughter he hadn’t had. He taught you more than Alexander ever had, about courage and kindness. He had introduced you to the people you considered family, and the people you loved. So to know that the lies Alexander had told you weren’t true, it made your heart happy. “Don’t cry over me, kid.”
You blinked away the tears, nodding along with his words before you leaned down, kissing his cheek before stepping back and standing next to Sam. With each condition that Nick named, you shook your head, and after it was said and done, you walked out, Nick and Natasha calling your name but you just kept walking. You walked all the way outside and to the bridge, looking out at the view and thinking.
You knew what your father was capable of. That wasn’t a secret, in fact it was probably common knowledge by this point. But it still was hard. You thought back to when you were 5, and thought that because you weren’t bad, that meant that your father couldn’t be. But now, you knew the evils that your father had committed and that some part of his evil was inside of you.
You felt a hand touch your shoulder and before you could even touch your sidearm, you saw that it was Steve and relaxed. “So, I…I wouldn’t ask this. But…your little girl. Who’s her father?” Your heart caught in your chest and you took a deep breath, looking out to the sky before turning to face Steve.
“They call him the winter soldier. But you probably knew him as James Buchanan Barnes.” Steve’s face was an open book: the joy of his friend being alive and the horror that he had committed while being under the thumb of Hydra, it wore on him. “Before you ask, there was no…conception. Artificial insemination. They wanted to see how the serum would work if it was passed down. Thankfully she hasn’t shown any signs of being a super soldier so I don’t think it worked out but I got something good from it.” You smiled at the thought of the little girl inside before looking back at Steve.
“She has his eyes. That’s how I knew. I remember that about Buck. Knowing that he’s alive…it’s…” Steve trailed off and sighed. Sam came out and you both looked over at him, and he began talking to Steve and at one point, she had to interrupt, just as Steve was walking away.
“Steve…he’s in there. I promise. He…my dad makes me go to his…report. And he knew you. Maybe not your name or your past but he recognized you. Some part of Bucky is still in there.” He turned around and gave you a smile before continuing on. Sam looked at you and sighed.
“You’re getting his hopes up, you know? This guy did try to kill us.”
“I’m assuming you’ve got background in the military. Just an observation. You’ve met prisoners of war? That’s Bucky. They put him in cryo, they electrocute him, they make him…numb. The perfect soldier.” You had grown attached. You had empathy and it wasn’t something you could turn on or off based on the situation. “But he’s still in there. He looked at me yesterday. And I saw my daughter’s looking back at me. He was…he was human. Without the metal arm, without the torture…he’s still Bucky.”
Sam looked down at the ground before going to leave. “Hey, Wilson.” He turned and looked at the woman standing in the middle of the bridge. “You’re a good friend. Keep doing that.” Sam smiled at her before shaking his head and walking away. You stood on the bridge, looking out into the horizon and trying to decide what should happen next.
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As the next couple days passed, Sam and you spent more time together, mostly at the request of your daughter. During the day, you played inside, running around after her while Steve, Nat and Nick plotted what was going to happen during the next part of the plan.
Sam was currently chasing you and Avery around, an intense game of ‘stay away from the falcon’ on the line and it was a great way to get your adrenaline pumping. You heard a shriek and turned to see Sam lifting your daughter off her feet and spinning her before tickling her sides. You wished at this moment that you had a camera to take this moment to keep forever. Soon her feet were on the ground and Sam took of after you and you sprang back into action and bolted. Your daughter mixed between cheering for whoever was in the lead at the moment.
You felt your body hit the ground and you tried to turn into it, which ended with Sam Wilson on top of you. Your heart was racing as was his, and your chest heaved as you tired to catch your breath.
“Nice catch, Wilson.” Your eyes looked up into his and for a moment, you thought you might kiss him. The attraction was there, and even though you hadn’t known him for too long, you still felt such a connection with him. You started to lean in to kiss him before your daughter ran toward the both of you, leaping on top of Sam.
As you were all laughing and smiling, you didn’t see Steve in the corner smiling at the scene.
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As Steve voice reverberated through the building, you made your way to where Sharon was, knowing that she was most likely in the dark. But you also knew that she was a good agent. That she knew right from wrong and that she could be a good ally. But before you could make your way over to Sharon, you spotted Brock and hid behind a pillar. Listening to the man you fought so many times threaten a young man, you knew what to do. You moved quickly, shaking your head at Sharon before pointing your gun at Brock’s head and steadying the gun.
“If you move a centimetre, I’ll take the shot, Rumlow. And as the one who trained me with this exact weapon, you should know how good I am with it.” You watched the man turn his head and made eye contact with him. He was cold and uncaring and even when he lowered and dropped the gun, you held nothing back, holding steady to the gun until he cut you with a knife making you fall to the ground as gunshots erupted around you.
Brock moved to the computer after shooting the young man in front of it and you stood as he ran, firing shot in his direction as you ran after him.
“Sam, he’s headed your way. Be careful and if you get the shot, take it.”
“You got it. Stay safe, y/n.”
You moved toward Natasha’s location and saw Fury with his gun pointed to Alexander’s head, Natasha standing there looking between them. Your father turned and smirked as he saw you. “Well…if it isn’t my favorite daughter. As you can see, Nick, you can’t trust anyone. Certainly she has shown you that.” You walked into the room, your hand reaching for your sidearm and pulling it, first pointing it at Nick before automatically turning it to your father.
A deep chuckle came from his throat. “Well isn’t this a surprise. Guess you can still surprise me, y/n.” Your gun didn’t waiver. It didn’t move from the steady position, even as you moved to stand beside Nick. “I should have just gotten rid of you the way I got rid of your mother.”
Your heart stopped.
For years you had asked about her, about where she was until one day, you knew you’d never get an answer. You tried to reason with yourself that it was to protect you but now you saw that it was selfish greed. And you before you could even think about it, you shot him. And then Nick shot him. And for extra measure, you shot him again.
Nick looked at you as you held your gun at your father’s dying body and put his gun away before taking his hands on yours and taking the gun from you. Tears fell from your eyes and Natasha looked on, seeing the evident pain in your eyes. “I…Somewhere in my heart I knew but, hearing him say it…I’m sorry Nick. Natasha.” Your voice was watery as you wiped the tears away and tried to compose yourself, but more just began to flow. You cried for your mother who died protecting you. You cried for the little girl who thought her mother had abandoned her all those years ago. And you cried for your daughter who would never meet her grandmother.
You had barely a moment to compose yourself before you were running to a helicopter. Natasha and Nick got in the front and you got into the back, waiting to hear from Sam. You’d gotten quite attached and the fact that he was up there with Rumlow right now didn’t sit right with you. It wasn’t until you heard his voice in your ear that you let out your breath.
“Please, tell me you’ve got that chopper in the air!”
“Sam, where are you?”
“41st floor, northwest corner!”
You waited as they got near and before you knew it, you were throwing the door open and Sam came hurling through, your hands grabbing his before he fell through the next door. You pulled him in and into the seat, the motion of the copter throwing you into his chest. He was panting just as hard as you were from the adrenaline and you looked up and into his eyes.
“Nice catch.”
You had to laugh at his nonchalant words and instead of responding, you just reached up and kissed him. It wasn’t something you would usually do, but with everything that just happened, your feelings were all over the place. His hand reached up after a moment, touching your waist and before you could go any further, you heard Natasha’s voice from the front.
“If you guys are finished, we need to find Steve.”
That sent a shock through both of you and you moved apart, communicating with your eyes that you would talk about it later.
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While Steve was getting fixed up, you and Sam stood in what would be his room, you near the window and him against the wall. You had you phone pressed to your ear, speaking to the sitter that currently had your daughter. You would be over in a few hours pick her up but first, you needed to make sure that Steve was okay. You hung up with the sitter and just looked out the window for a few moments before looking over at Sam.
“So you ready to talk about the helicopter or should I just ask you about the weather?”
Sam laughed before walking over to you and standing on the other side of the window. “Was it just the adrenaline? Or did you really mean to kiss me?”
You had to think for a moment. Had it just been a moment of adrenaline? Or had it been that when you grabbed his hands as he was falling, that you were terrified that you might lose him, or the sparks that flew through your veins when you had touched him. You bit your lip before moving closer and looking at him. “It wasn’t adrenaline. I wanna…I wanna see where this can so, Sam. For real.”
He smiled at you before his hands reached out for yours and you took them, intertwining your fingers with his and stepping closer, and before long, his lips were on yours again. It felt like the first time, long and sweet and soft. His hands left yours and instead, placed them on your hips, holding you close and just letting the time pass. This time you were interrupted by a nurse wheeling Steve into the room and you just smiled at her. You led Sam over to the chair by the bed, letting him sit first before grabbing one of your duffel bags and reaching inside, pulling out an iPhone speaker dock before looking over him. “Any requests?”
Sam looked over at you from where he sat and nodded. “Marvin Gaye. Troubleman soundtrack.”
“Good choice.” You set the album on repeat and walked back over to the chair. You sat across his lap, legs hanging over the arm as you snuggled in and slept for the first time in what felt like days.
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