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cherrychonk · 3 years

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18+ read (nsfw) Kyalin

Kya's Prank

“Kya where did you place my vitamins?!” The earthbender asked as she dug into her bedroom’s drawers.

“I moved them to the kitchen cabinet, you should take them with your breakfast.” The waterbender responded as she walked to her wife with a tissue paper containing the capsules. “Here.”

Without even checking, the earthbender downed the pills and headed to the kitchen sink for a glass of water.

“I made breakfast, go eat.” Kya said, kissing Lin’s cheek.

The chief sat at the table eating her scrambled eggs with some fruits and downed it all with coffee. The pair had a pleasant conversation before Lin stood up and bent her armor over her body.

“See you later love.” The earthbender said as she kissed her lover.

“See you~”

The front door closed as Kya smiled to herself as she grabbed a small box. ‘Pink Pill sexual enhancement’

“She's going to kill me” She smiled devilishly.

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She was definitely going to kill Kya. Thirty minutes into her shift her whole body was in flames. She tried drinking water or eating snacks to flush the effects but nothing helped.

She couldn't keep her wife out of her head. Kya kissing her, how her hands would roam Lin’s body in all the right ways. The scent of sugar and the ocean, her long locks, her breathing down the earthbender’s body.

“Fuck…” Lin moaned quietly as she covered her face with her hands.

Looking at the mountain of paperwork she knew she had to handle her situation to be able to get through her shift. A blush covered her face as she stood up and opened her office’s door.

“Mako, I have a lot of paperwork to do. No one gets to my office unless the whole city is crumbling to hell. I don't want anyone interrupting me. You got that?”

“Yes Chief!” Mako said before raising an eyebrow. “You okay Chief? You look flushed.”

Her shade darkened. “None of your business, just do what you're told.”

With that she locked the door and placed a chair against the handle. She then walked towards her radio and raised the volume.

“I can't believe I'm doing this crap…” She muttered as she bent her armor off.

She sat down on her chair contemplating if she was really about to go through with her thoughts when she lowered her pants and her underwear. She was soaking wet, sparing a glance to the door she sighed and relaxed. Her right hand trailed slowly to her folds collecting her wetness, she parted her legs more and started circling her clit. Each pass of her fingers sending her higher.

“Fuck…” She moaned and groaned as she kept her movements.

Her left hand covered her mouth as she closed her eyes and kept going, faster each time. Her wife flooded her mind as she moaned. Kya’s hands parted her legs while her mouth did wonders, her fingers penetrating her as she held onto the waterbender’s long hair.

“K-Ky..a” She moaned as she kept rubbing her swollen clit.

Her lover's moans filled her mind, all the positions Kya would bend her into. The waterbender fucking her untill her legs trembled and she couldn't form coherent sentences. The wet sloppy kisses, the biting and scratching. Kya’s lips around her breasts as she sucked full of greed and lust.

She stopped her movements only to penetrate herself with her fingers, curling them and thrusting them fast. Her palm made contact with her clit as she was sent to heaven, the wet sounds heating her body even more as her arousal blinded her. All she could think of was Kya touching her and praising her. Her voice sweet as honey and her hands soft as silk, warm hands as the sun itself.

The earthbender’s vision went white as she came, her body convulsing as she muffled her moans with her hand. Sweat rolling down her forehead and covering her body in a layer of shine.

But it wasn't enough. She forgot about the mountain of paperwork and opened her last drawyer to reveal a metal box, a gift Kya had brought to the station and Lin always forgot to take home. She was glad it was still there. She opened the box to find a nice silicone dildo and one of Kya’s sweaters. The earthbender grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount on the toy, rubbing it and getting more aroused, then she grabbed the sweater and breathed in her wife’s scent.

Her breath hitched as the toy stretched her, she let out a moan thankful that the radio was loud enough to muffle it. She gave short fast thrusts as she thought of Kya grabbing her waist and pounding into her with no mercy.

“f- fuck… faster…. Kya-” She moaned into the sweater as she continued to pump to toy inside her.

She kept playing with herself until she came for a second and third time, the last one letting her know that this wouldn't satisfy her in the least.

Now she was horny and pissed. She pulled her pants up and bent her armor on. She grabbed her bag and threw the toy and the lube inside along with the sweater. There was no way she could focus with this heat. After briefly checking herself in the mirror she flung her door open and looked at Mako and her secretary.

“I’m feeling like shit, Lee move my schedule to tomorrow and Mako you're in charge until I get back tomorrow.”

Without giving them time to respond she was out of the precinct and rushing to her car. Her face flushed, hair a mess and her pants soaked, Kya was definitely going to hear from her.

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The waterbender had spent the morning cleaning the apartment and tidying the bedroom. It had been two hours since Lin had left and she was wondering if the pill even had any effects on her wife when the phone rang.

“This is Kya.”

“Hey Kya, this is Mako. The Chief just left, she looked really upset so I’m just giving you a heads up. She said she was feeling like shit.”

Kya smiled to herself, she knew she was in deep shit. “Thanks for the heads up, I'll take care of her.”

The line cut and she hung up the phone, she walked to their bedroom and changed her clothes. Well more like she dumped her dress and undergarments and wore an oversized shirt. She then cleaned a few toys and placed them on the night stand alongside a bottle of lube and a bowl of water. The waterbender just stood by the window waiting to spot her wife when she heard loud thuds coming from the front door alongside cursing, she instantly recognized Lin’s voice. The door flung open and a flushed Chief of police walked inside her home.

“Kya what the fuck!” She yelled and she bent her armor off. The waterbender just looked at her partner with no expression.

“I have a really busy week and you decide to pull a fucking stunt like that! I have shit to do and I can't concentrate!”

Lin kept yelling as her wife walked towards her, the earthbender still arguing, as Kya got close and rested her body against the wall, her arms crossed. The Chief walked closer to her lover raising her voice and cussing.

“And you think it’s so funny to do something so reckless! What if I was out on patrol and something happened?!”

Kya kept looking at the earthbender’s eyes and slowly placed one of her thighs in between on her wife’s legs, catching her off guard. She then placed her hands on Lin’s hips without moving them.

“You were saying?” Kya asked in a sultry voice that made Lin’s face even redder.

“I-I said you can’t do-” The words caught on her throat as Kya lowered Lin onto her thigh still not doing anything, but the pressure alone was enough to make the younger woman groan.

“You can't do things so r-reckless Kya- I can…” The healer started moving Lin’s hips dragging her slowly back and forth across her thigh. “I can get s-seriously… hurt… and-” Lin closed her eyes savoring the pressure. “It can be so d-dangerous.” The earthbender said almost in a whisper. Lin rested her head on her lover's shoulder as her hands clawed the back of her shirt.

“Let's take care of it~” Kya said as she pulled back holding Lin’s hand. “And take off your clothes.” She didn't have to say that twice, the earthbender started stripping every article of clothing without hesitation, she followed her wife to the bedroom where she had already discarded her shirt and was adjusting the strap to her body.

“Come on doll, you already know the drill. Lay on your back.” Kya purred.

Lin laid on her back, adjusting some pillows to be more comfortable. The waterbender laid between the pair of pale thighs as she parted them, she then lowered her face to line up with Lin’s core. Blue ocean eyes staring at green gems as she drew a long lick to her wife's womanhood.

Lin shuddered as she closed her eyes and grabbed Kya’s hair, pushing her closer to where she wanted her to be. The waterbender started to moan as Lin grabbed the sheets, her brows furrowed and concentrated.

“So good… fuck… Kya…” Lin moved her hand from the sheets to her chest, tugging at her breasts and nipples as she looked down at Kya. Her wife’s tongue made wonders between her legs as Lin was left a mess above. Kya started circling her lover's slit with her fingers, she looked up at Lin for her approval as the metalbender nodded. With her fingers fully lubricated, the waterbender penetrated her lover and started slowly thrusting in and out. Lin started rocking her hips to go with her wife’s movements when her legs started to tremble.

“Ah! Ah! K-Kya...I'm going to- Fuck!” Lin came gushing inside Kya’s mouth as her lover continued sucking and thrusting. She slowed down once her wife went limp and started trailing wet kisses to her neck.

“You did you good~” Kya whispered in Lin's ear. “Shall we continue?”

“Yes” Lin said, catching her breath. She pulled the woman in top of her for a sloppy kiss as she moaned into her mouth. Kya grabbed Lin's breasts and started massaging them, pinching and pulling the nimples until they hardened. She stopped kissing Lin only to bend down and start sucking her lover's chest. Lin started groaning and moaning as Kya rolled the nimple between her teeth, she did the same to the other one, abusing them and then kissing them. Lin could feel the strap on her thing and she whined a little until Kya met her gaze.

“Patience love~”

“Kya…” Lin growled in annoyance.

“Someone's a little needy.”

“Who's fault is that?”

Kya laughed. “Fine, fine.”

The waterbender rolled her wife so she was facing the pillows. She grabbed the lube and squirted a good amount on her hand, then started rubbing it on the toy and some on Lin’s core, the earthbender sighing at the contact. Lin now stood in her hands and knees looking at her wife over her shoulder.

The waterbender started humping her wife while massaging her back, Lin made frustrated whimpers waiting for Kya to fill her, the toy rubbing against her core but not entering her body like she needed it.

Suddenly Kya grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it, hard. Lin yelped as she was filled with one hard thrust. She started moving her hips, slapping sounds filled the entire room as both women started to moan and grunt.

“Ah! Fuck! Yes, yes, yes!” Lin started yelling, she didn't care about the neighbors or anyone else that could hear her, she just wanted Kya to plow her into the ground.

Kya loved how vocal Lin was, usually she was more quiet other than whimpers and hushed moans, but today she was absolutely wild. The waterbender started thrusting faster as her wife moved her hips in the same pattern.

Kya let go of Lin’s hair and started spanking her, if Lin’s moans were loud, they got even louder.

“Kya… I- Ugh… I need you to- Fuck! I need you to call me a whore, I- Please!” The earthbender choked.

To say Kya was surprised was an understatement. Lin was not one to use degrading names but here she was begging to be called a whore.

Kya smiled as she grabbed Lin’s neck, choking her in the most erotic way. She kept pounding her as she whispered in Lin’s ear.

“So, you want to be my whore? My dirty little slut?” She licked Lin’s ear in the most seductive way and Kya could feel as Lin’s heartbeat increased and she clenched the toy tightly. Her ears turned a crimson red shade as she blushed.

“You want to- Ugh. Feel my dick break you in half? Fucking slut.” Kya spat.

“Y-Yes. Fuck me hard- Break me- Just fucking wreck me.” Lin moaned as Kya thrusted in a brutal pace.

Kya pushed Lin’s head to the bed as she pounded her like a wild animal, her wife enjoying every single thrust. She summoned the water of the bowl on the nightstand and vibrated Lin’s clit with it. The woman under her started to tremble as she cussed and moaned.

“Fuck- Fuck- Oh Fuck!” Tears forming on her eyes from pure ecstasy.

“You like that? Fucking whore- Ugh. You're going to know what a real pounding feels like.”

In one swift move Kya had managed to change their position, they were now facing each other while Kya still pounded her. Lin’s eyes went wide when her lover's fingers wrapped around her neck.

“I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me.”

“Spit on my face-” Lin growled.

Kya acted before thinking and did as she was told. At first she was shocked, then Lin licked her lips and pulled her for a kiss.

The kiss was brutal, Lin was primal, biting and licking Kya’s lips, the passion they had was unprecedented. Kya started to vibrate the ice faster and Lin came moaning into her mouth as she bucked hard against her.

“F-Fuck!” She yelled as she came, soaking the sheets and her wife in the process. Kya fell on top of her, their breaths ragged and their bodies tired.

When they calmed down, Kya slowly pulled out and bent the liquids back to the bowl. She took the strap off and laid next to her wife as they cuddled.

“Well-” Lin said, breaking the silence. “That's round one. You better have nothing to do the rest of the day.”

“It's gonna be a long day.” Kya responded as she kissed Lin again.

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make-me-imagine · 4 years

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Headcanons: The Avengers Love Languages; Part Two

Read Part One Here

The first one did really well (apart from that incident), so I am making another one. I hope you guys like this one too!

Characters: Sort of reader insert x Clint Barton; Sam Wilson; Wanda Maximoff; Peter Parker; Vision; Stephen Strange.

Marvel Taglist: @aquariuslavenderhoney

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Clint Barton: Clint is quite a romantic, so he has multiple love languages; his main three are Acts of Service, Giving/Receiving Gifts and Words of Affirmation. This means; doing household chores before you can even ask or do them yourself; re-designing/building areas of your house to make it more of a home; making you breakfast in bed; already having a bath running for you when you get home. Buying you flowers, food, and small gifts to brighten up your day; leaving little origami animals around the house as little surprises when you find them. Rocking you back and forth in the kitchen with affirmations of ‘I love you more than anything in the world’; ‘You are my happiness’, and ‘You’re the reason I fight so hard to make the world a better place, for you’.

Sam Wilson: Sam never needs to go out of his way to show his feelings, as they are laced in Quality Time, physical touch and Acts of Service for his s/o. Lying in bed early in the morning wrapped up in each other, his fingers laced through yours as you talk about what you’ll be doing that day. Making breakfast together every morning, and dinner every night. Hugs from behind as he sways back and forth pressing kisses to the back of your head. Gently coaxing or reminding you to drink water, take your pills/vitamins/etc, stay active, stay healthy. Doing the household chores after you’ve had a long day so you don’t have to worry about them.

Wanda Maximoff: Wanda thinks that Quality Time is very important in a relationship, as well as Words of Affirmation. This means, spending time together cooking, dancing around each other in the kitchen as you cook, often in silence, or with causal conversation; taking walks in the evening in the nearby park, hand in hand; lounging together on the couch, close to one another, head on shoulder. Any time she can, she reminds you of how important you are to her, and how much she cares for you; ‘never doubt how much power you have’; ‘never doubt how important you are’; ‘you mean more to me that words can say’.

Peter Parker: Peter is grateful and loving towards his partner, and often uses Words of affirmation, with little acts of physical touch to remind them of his love whenever he can. Constant compliments of how amazing you look; how cute you smile or laugh is; how nice your eyes look in the sunlight; he reminds you constantly how luck he feels to be with you. He loves hugging you from behind; as well as hugs in general; anytime he can hold you he will take the opportunity; he loves pressing kisses onto your hand or cheek. He will stroke the side of your face gently when he catches you asleep on the couch.

Vision: It took Vision a while to really understand how to express himself and how he feels for you. So he takes it upon himself to use as many ways as he can, but primarily with Acts of service, Words of affirmation, and quality time. Making you coffee on the mornings you have to wake up early; helping you cook breakfast; making you lunch of snacks to take with you; tidying up your work and living spaces when you are to busy. Reminding you that you are too important to overwork yourself; that you are incredible at your job; “you must take care of yourself”; ‘you must believe in yourself like I believe in you’. Eating together and talking about your days; training and helping each other; watching movies together.

Stephen Strange: Stephen can be both confident and awkward in a relationship, sometimes he fears that he doesn’t say or do enough. But in reality he shows his love to you with Quality Time and Physical touch. This means taking time out of his day to teach you about his magic; to work with you to open your senses; to become stronger; other times he takes you to different places, where you explore together; learning about new things with each other, because he wants to spend as much time with you as he can. His hands will brush yours as he grabs a hold of it, often pressing kisses on your palm or fingers; he will hold you tightly at night, as though he is afraid to let go; hugs from behind, kisses on your temple, to remind you he is there.

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brelione · 4 years

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Road Trip (Rafe,Kelce,Topper X Reader)

Takes Place before The Best Boys

Arguing over who gets to play music

Merging all your playlists together and putting it on shuffle.That means going from the Moana soundtrack to Good Girls Bad Guys real quick

The ending location is Kelce’s lake house in Maine

Swapping spots in the car at every stop (Mostly stops demanded by Topper who just wants a slushie from every state)

Rafe driving when you guys first take off,letting you hold his hand

After the third snack stop you sawp to sit in the back with Topper,Kelce going into the passengers seat.You and Topper would watch Finding Nemo together and you werent wearing your seatbelt,leaning against him.

You used your polaroid camera so often,snapping pictures of Kelce whenever you could,even getting some of Rafe driving.

“OOH!MCDONALDS!PLEASE!”Kelce shouted over the music,Rafe glancing at you through the mirror,asking you silently. “Dont look at me!Get the poor boy some McDonalds!”You exclaimed,Kelce fistbumping you as Rafe pulled up to the McDonalds,not quite at the microphone. “Okay,we’re about to go throught the drive thru.Does everyone know what they want?”He asked,sick of Topper never knowing what he was doing.The three of you nodded,the boys ordering cheeseburgers,large fries,McFlurries and a yogurt parfait to “stay fit”.Rafe looked over to you,asking what you wanted. “Just a caramel iced coffee and a happy meal please.”You smiled,still having food from the gas stations.

Kelce was only allowed to drive during daytime because he has terrible eyesight

“Fuck-they forgot my happy meal toy!”You exclaimed,disappointed.The second Rafe saw another McDonalds he pulled up to the drive thu,asking for a cheeseburger happy meal,checking it for a toy after the worker handed it to him,letting out a relieved sigh. “Thats a good one,too.It looks like a Marvel person.”He handed it back to you.

At four in the morning the four of you were looking for a hotel to stay the night in,Topper driving this time around.Rafe noticed you go pretty much limp in his arms,your phone slowly falling from your hands and onto your stomach.He grinned,whispering to Topper and Kelce to turn down the music.

When they finally did find a hotel you guys were somewhere in Pennsylvania,getting a room with two beds and a pull out couch.

You were pretty tired,falling asleep on one of the beds immediately while the boys went to the vending machines,Kelce looking for something other than an energy drink for you to take your vitamins with.He had come back with an apple juice,grabbing your pills from the backpack you chose to bring inside,waking you up. “Hey,princess.You gotta take your vitamins then you can go to sleep.”He grinned,placing your pills into your palm,opening the bottle of apple juice.

Rafe was too tall for the beds,ending up on the pull out couch while old Mickey Mouse cartoons played on the tv.

You were clinging to Kelce when you woke up.He was scrolling through his phone,his arm at a strange angle so he wouldnt accidentally hit you. “Morning.”He grinned,setting his phone down,moving his other arm so you could sit up. You rubbed your eyes,yawning.The shower was running and Kelce had told you that Topper went to go get coffee.At some point you had fallen back asleep,face pressed into the cold pillow when an iced coffee was placed on the table next to you.You heard the shower turn off,Rafe emerging with a towel around his waist,hunting for his backpack.You blinked a few times,thinking that he was naked for a second. “Can we stay here for the day?Im tired of being in the truck.”You grumbled,reaching for the coffee and stirring the sugar and caramel syrup that was stuck at the bottom.Topper nodded in agreement,glad to finally stretch out his legs. “Yeah,yeah okay.”Rafe nodded,sitting on the pull out,watching the tv,glancing to you and Kelce every once in a while.He heard his phone ring,heart dropping when he saw that it was Ward. “I’ll be right back.”He told you guys,accepting the call.He paced up and down the hall as Ward demanded to know where he was. “I told you for the past three weeks I was going on a trip with (Y/N) and the boys.”He answered,biting his lip. “I dont remember that.”Ward grumbled. “Its cause you dont listen to me.”Rafe answered,hanging up and turning off his ringer,huffing as he leaned his head against the wall.You came out shortly after,sweatpants and Kelce’s baggy shirt on your body. “Hey,you okay?”You asked.He nodded,sniffling.You didnt say anything else,hugging him.His arms were tight around you,kissing your forehead,eyes closing as he calmed down. “He’s so bitchy.”Rafe whispered,voice shaky.You nodded,pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “I know,I know he is.But this is a fun little trip we’re having,right?”You asked,looking up at him.He nodded,his smile slowly coming back. “Right,so lets enjoy it.Lets go eat shit and watch stupid movies,i’ll even let you pick the movie.Even though its my turn-dont forget its my turn next time.”You grinned,tapping the tip of his nose.He chuckled,letting you drag him into the hotel room,sitting next to him on the bed.Topper had taken your polaroid camera from your bag,waiting for a good time to take a photo.Your arms were around Rafe,his head under your chin as he scrolled through the movies. “Isnt it (Y/N)’s turn to pick the movie?”Topper asked.You shrugged,not wanting to go into details.Rafe eventually picked a movie called ‘Shark Night’,a grin on his face knowing it would probably disturb you.You were on your phone most of the movie,a smile on your face as Rafe moved his face up so he could take a photo with you on snapchat,blue butterflies on his cheeks.You were oblivious to the fact of Topper taking a polaroid photo.It didnt matter how much it hurt him to see you and Rafe cuddling like a cute couple,you looked happy.He wanted to capture your genuine happiness in a photo,keeping the polaroid for himself.

Rafe had managed to stay clean for a bit of the trip,eventually doing a line in the hotel bathroom,pinching his nostrils so he wouldnt get a nose bleed.

Topper had went to go get you some fruit at a nearby grocery store,figuring that you’d be more comfortable eating something healthy.

He was right,watfching your happiness increase,loosening up as you ate a bowl of cherries and grapes.The second night at the hotel you slept next to-on top-of Topper,your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist.

The morning of the third day you guys got back in the truck,enjoying The Descendants soundtrack,stopping at a beach to watch the sunset and have a small fire.

New york was a crazy experience,the place too crowded for you to really enjoy yourself.The four of you stayed at an apartment that Topper’s mother owned because of course she had to own a random apartment in the middle of New York.You showered at the apartment,the place so cold that you had to take Topper’s long sleeve shirt from him,shivering against him.

Thats when you chose to watch Z Nation,accidentally catching feelings for 10k.You had also gotten some of the best polaroids of Topper and Kelce,including two of Kelce eating a cookie the size of his head.In the first he was biting into it,the second he was glaring at the camera,realizing you had caught him.You also got a polaroid of Topper doing meditation,headphones on and sitting on the floor.The polaroids from that trip stayed in your mini backpack and away from the others just incase the boys ever wanted to look through your polaroid stacks.

The boys also got plenty of photos of you on their snapchat and around one hundred in their camerarolls if they were all put together.

Once you guys finally got to the lake house it was nothing but laughs,camp fires,kayaking and dancing around

You and Topper decided to bake a ton of sugar cookies and frost flowers and waves on them,most of it just looking like melted blobs of color but it was still fun to do.

Sitting on the large couch and binge watching disney princess films as you all ate the sugar cookies

“We love a bisexual bitch.”Kelce grinned at the television.You guys were currently watching Mulan,one of Kelce’s favorites. “He really puts the bi in bitch.”You agreed.

Campfires were fun,roasting marshmallows.Rafe being the dumb bitch he is burnt all of his,eating one that had ashes on it,gagging.

You and Rafe went kayaking in the lake but you were paranoid as hell from the movie you guys had watched,wanting to turn around when you guys got to the deeper part of the lake.He had laughed at you,agreeing.You guys decided to just sit on the sand,his hand on your thigh as you sighed,looking out at the clouds.

You guys stayed at the lake house for around ten days,not wanting to leave the cozy place. “We should move here.Like,can you imagine all of us living together?That would all be fucking chaos.”You laughed,eyes closed as you laid on your back with a pillow under your head.Topper blushed,glancing outside one of the windows. “I feel like it’d be fun.”Kelce shrugged,flipping through the channels.

You and the boys had driven into town to the tourist shops,laughing about how you probably looked the same as the tourons in obx.You got a sweatshirt with the location on it along with a t shirt and a mug,a grin on your face when you saw Kelce looking at t shirts,figuring it would most likely end up on you more than it was on him.

The mornings were really fun,the air was cold and you could see your breath,the four of you drinking hot coffee outside and enjoying the sight of the water and the beautiful green trees.

Kelce had taken photos of plenty of leaves,claiming that they were ‘the chosen ones’

You guys found a farm stand,going and trying a ton of new things including a bottle of home made strawberry milk and dunking the leftover sugar cookies in it.

You guys even went to see a huge waterfall,Rafe doing a secret photo shoot of both the trees,the waterfall and you.

You found a really cool rock that was both shiny and green,giving it to Topper for his rock collection that only you knew about.

The drive back to North Carolina was kind of sad,missing the vibes of the house in the woods.You all decided to go back to your house and have a sleepover,not wanting to drive anymore than necessary.

“Can we get taco bell?”Kelce asked,half asleep against the window. “Bruh,I cant even think about food right now ill throw the fuck up.”You mumbled,reaching for his hand.It felt cold which was nice because you felt really warm for some reason,dragging him across the leather seat,enjoying how cold he was. “What are you doing?”He asked,not fighting it. “You feel cold.”You mumbled,clinging onto him.Rafe frowned,asking if you wanted him to turn the AC on higher.You nodded,enjoying the blasts of cool air.Luckily Kelce got his taco bell,eating only half of it before falling asleep.You felt the car pull into a gas station,Topper and Rafe swapping spots so Topper would be the one driving and pumping gas into the truck. “We’re almost there guys.”Topper told you and Kelce,the radio playing Billie Eilish quietly.When the truck stopped again you guys were at a motel,not far from the docks where you’d have to catch a ferry in the morning.Topper just carried you in,letting you sleep against him on the bed,only waking up to the alarm that had been set.

The ferry ride was a blur.Kelce’s silver car had been parked in his cousins garage,the four of you getting inside and driving right to your house,all of you going back to sleep in your living room.Poor Rafe didnt even make it onto the couch,falling asleep on your floor.You were all asleep until mid afternoon,Rafe having a slight sunburn on his nose,cheeks and forehead but not so bad that he needed aloe.Kelce was walking like a zombie,making coffees and hot pockets,serving them to you guys. “Shitting hell-you didnt take you vitamins last night.”He cursed,handing you the small fist full and grabbing you a water bottle.

“dammit-we have to redo the whole trip!I forgot to get a slushie in every state.”Topper huffed. “Fuck dammit,bottom!” “Well who’s fault is that?Who’s is it?Not mine” “Maybe you shouldve driven the whole time!” Topper pouted,all of you attacking him at once.

“I made a cool edit though,you wanna see?”Kelce asked you guys,excited as he went into his cameraroll,not waiting for an answer.There were clips of you guys in the car,screaming the lyrics to the Ever After High theme song,the next clip of you and Rafe cuddling on the pull out mattress,weird filters on your faces.The next was Topper trying to get chips out of the vending machine,nearly getting his arm stuck.

“Shut the hell up!Its almost my favorite part!”You shouted,shushing the boys as your favorite part of Rewrite The Stars came up.

“Im going to catch this frog-im gonna do it.”You were determined,squatting over the long grass,staring down. “Shit-I lost it!”You laughed.

Topper tried to balance a sugar cookie on his nose,failing and losing it to the couch. “NO!THAT ONE HAD A SUNFLOWER ON IT!”He cried,searching desperately for it.The camera then moved to you and Rafe laughing then to Kelce,a smile on his face as he glanced down at the phone screen.

It was all funnier than it shoulve been since the theme song to little einsteins was playing the background,the video ending with a video of you and Rafe battling eachother with pool noodles,Topper shouting about fowl hits and how it was ‘illegal in the land of narnia’

“Wow,freaking photographer ass.”Topper chuckled,making Kelce shrugged. “I mean,I learn from the best.”He smiled at you.

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sohotthateveryonedied · 4 years

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Just the Same

Summary:

“You’re sick.”

“You’re ugly.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone you weren’t feeling well?”

“I’m fine.” Jason closes his eyes. “Just a little tired.”

“Uh-huh. And that’s why you have a fever?”

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Bruce has a very simple plan for tonight, alright? He’s going to grab a quick post-patrol snack from the kitchen, then he’s going to take a shower, and then he will go promptly to bed. He’s tired. It’s been a long day. He just wants to sleep. (You absolute fool, the goblin in his brain screeches at him, because the goddamn Batman cannot get a goddamn break or else the world will literally split in two.) Fatefully, Bruce passes the den’s open doorway while half of his mind is preoccupied with sending Dick a goodnight text, and he happens to glance into the room. That’s when he stops in his tracks. Even more fatefully, Alfred is coming down the hall in Bruce’s direction, carrying a tray with a single cup of tea on it. “Alfred?” “Yes, Master Bruce?” “Were you aware that Jason was home?” Alfred looks over at where Jason is asleep on the den sofa, still in his leather jacket and boots. He doesn’t look remotely surprised by the sight. Then again, is Alfred ever surprised? “Master Jason got in while you were on patrol. I offered to make him dinner, but he said he wasn’t hungry.” Then there’s that classic Alfred Pennyworth eyebrow crease. “When he wakes up, do inform him that one does not forgo the need for nutrition when one has been dipped in a Lazarus Pit.” “I’ll be sure to do that.” “Now, if you will excuse me.” Alfred walks off with his perfectly level tray, on a perilous journey to Damian’s room. Bruce envies him. At least Alfred gets to go to sleep after Damian gets his nighttime tea. Bruce enters the den carefully, without a sound. God knows Jason hardly sleeps through the night without interruption as it is. Now, at least, he looks peaceful enough. So much time has passed since his last haircut that his hair curls against his temple, plastered with sweat. He must have come here straight from Red Hood business. At least he didn’t get blood on the couch this time. Quietly, Bruce pulls the knitted throw blanket from where it’s draped over the back of the sofa and lays it over Jason, tucking it in close when he catches a shiver rattling Jason’s teeth. Now that he’s paying attention, he can see that Jason’s cheeks are flushed as well. His mouth is locked in a grimace, even in sleep. Bruce presses the back of his hand against Jason’s forehead and clicks his tongue. Definitely a fever. Jason’s eyebrows wrinkle at the touch. His eyes crack open and take a moment to land on Bruce, sitting on the edge of the couch by Jason’s torso. It says a lot that he doesn’t go into battle mode as soon as he registers an unfamiliar presence in the room. “Mmph. Go away.” “You’re sick.” “You’re ugly.” “Why didn’t you tell anyone you weren’t feeling well?” “I’m fine.” Jason closes his eyes. “Just a little tired.” “Uh-huh. And that’s why you have a fever?” “Why don’t you mind your fucking—” Jason tumbles into a coughing fit, wet and hacking. “I’ll be right back,” Bruce tells him with a parting pat on the knee. His knees creak as he stands, heading for the bathroom down the hall. He digs through the medicine cabinet until he finds the thermometer, one of many that Alfred keeps in every bathroom in the house. He grabs a bottle of Tylenol as well. Bruce goes back to the couch and reclaims his spot next to Jason, who has stopped coughing by now, but his breathing is heavy. Bruce touches the thermometer to Jason’s temple, ignoring his weak swats. It reads out a hundred and one degrees. “When did you start feeling sick?” Jason grunts and rolls onto his side, curling in on himself. “Dunno. Yesterday, I guess.” Bruce frowns. Of course Jason would ignore any achy feelings for as long as possible. None of Bruce’s kids have a single self-preserving bone in their bodies. “Tell me your symptoms.” “Being a fucking snack.” “Jason.” Jason coughs. “Leave me alone, old man.” “Does your throat hurt?” “Yeah, so quit trying to make me talk.” “Any nausea?” Jason buries his face into a throw pillow. “You’re fuckin’ exhausting, you know that?” He sighs. “Not since last night. I’m freezing, lethargic, and my head is killing me. Happy?” Bruce hums. “It’s probably the flu.” “Yeah, no shit.” Jason closes his eyes. “Now will you leave me alone? You’re making my headache worse.” Bruce twists open the Tylenol cap and shakes out a couple of tablets into his palm. “Here.” He holds them out to Jason. Jason opens one eye, looks at the pills, and closes it again. “No.” “Jason—” “No. Don’t like pills.” Bruce can’t say he didn’t expect as much. Still, it does Jason no favors to continuously refuse any sort of medication, choosing to tough out the pain for as long as he can. It all ties back to his mother’s drug addiction, a disease which Jason watched slowly kill her over years and years. It makes sense that he’d grow up with an unwavering aversion to drugs. When Jason was a small tot, Bruce and Alfred spent what probably accumulated to hours of cajoling, trying to talk Jason into taking even the lightest painkillers. Lidocaine and numbing solutions were fine, but anything resembling a narcotic was out—and still is, apparently. It makes Bruce wonder how Jason reacted to the Lazarus Pit and its euphoria-inducing waters—part of the whole “magical healing” process. Maybe he was too out of his mind at the time to form a solid thought, much less remember his childhood trauma. This is one fight Bruce chooses not to get into, so he recaps the Tylenol and sets it aside. Miraculously, Jason is already asleep again. That’s fine with Bruce; it’s better his son sleeps this flu off than wastes his energy arguing. Trying not to jostle him too much, Bruce takes off Jason’s boots and leaves them on the carpet. He grabs the TV remote and settles in on the couch with Jason’s feet in his lap, pulling up a nature documentary on hyenas that he and Damian haven’t had the chance to finish yet. Looks like he’ll be catching up on his sleep tomorrow night. Right now, Jason needs him (despite how fervently he’ll protest as much). Honestly, this whole situation brings Bruce back to the old days. After moving into the manor, it took over six months for Jason to completely recover from the years of malnutrition he suffered on the streets. His weight was far too low for a boy his age, even more scrawny than Tim. Alfred provided Jason with plenty of vitamin supplements and extra servings at dinner to bulk him up, but his immune system was shoddy at best no matter how much weight he gained. During his Robin era it was illness after illness, from the common cold to a whammying case of pneumonia. This is the first time Jason has been sick in Bruce’s presence since his death, though. Bruce is learning about the eating habits of hyenas when Tim comes in from the kitchen with a cup of peppermint tea, despite having supposedly gone to bed three hours ago. He stands there in the doorway for a moment, looks owlishly at Jason, then at Bruce, then back to Jason. He grins. “No,” Bruce says. “You don’t even know what I was going to do!” “I know you, and the answer is no.” “Jeez, Bruce. I’m not gonna kill him.” Tim attempts to cross his arms, forgetting that he’s holding hot tea, and hisses when it scalds his arm. “The hand-in-warm-water trick’s never hurt anyone,” he mutters. “Go back upstairs. You’ll get sick.” Tim wrinkles his nose. “This is prejudice against people without spleens, you know. I could sue your ass.” “Sue me from upstairs where I can comfortably know that you won’t die from the flu.” Tim rolls his eyes, but he goes. Bruce hears him stomp up the stairs, getting quieter and quieter until the footsteps are gone entirely. Bruce shakes his head. How did he ever think that having four boys would be a good idea? He questions his younger self’s judgement every day. For the next three hours, Jason sleeps in fits and starts. He never stays awake longer than five minutes at a time, drinking water when Bruce prods him to and grudgingly letting Bruce check his temperature for any spikes. Bruce learns quite a bit about hyenas in the meantime, until the documentary ends and a new one about sea otters begins. In between the hazy bouts of wakefulness, Jason tosses restlessly in the throes of nightmare after nightmare. Beads of sweat roll down his forehead. In the back of his mind Bruce wonders, is this just the fever talking or are nightmares a nightly villain for Jason? The latter would come as no shock, but that doesn’t mean he likes the idea. Bruce runs his fingers through Jason’s sweaty curls, a reflection of years ago when he would do the same thing any time Jason had a nightmare during his youth. Jason has been cheated out of peaceful nights from the beginning. Of course, back then there wasn’t a white streak splitting the darkness of his onyx hair—a reminder of the pit water swimming in Jason’s blood. Bruce moves a lock of hair off Jason’s forehead, gentle as a moth. Jason’s eyes fly open and he jerks away from the touch, a gasp ripping up his throat. Bruce doesn’t move. He gives Jason a moment to regain his bearings, stilling the hand in Jason’s hair. Green irises lock on Bruce, frenzied. “Where?” he croaks. “The manor.” Jason takes a deep breath in, clenching his jaw. “Okay.” He lets it out. “Okay.” Bruce grabs the water bottle he’s kept on the coffee table. “Here,” he says, moving his hand down to Jason’s back and prodding a shoulder blade. “Sit up.” “Fuck you.” It comes out half groan, the illness-wrought exhaustion catching back up with Jason. “You need to hydrate.” “Double fuck you.” Bruce shrugs. “Drink half of this or I’ll call Alfred and have him convince you. Your choice.” Jason rolls his eyes and snatches the bottle. Bruce will take that as a victory. Jason sits up with enormous effort, groaning at the aches in his body until he’s upright next to Bruce. He drinks the water, wincing when it hits his sore throat. “What were you dreaming about?” Bruce ventures to ask. Jason lowers the bottle to narrow his eyes at Bruce like he’s the biggest idiot in this room. “Shut up.” The annoying part is that Bruce genuinely has no idea what Jason’s nightmare could have been about. His childhood? His death? His resurrection? Any of the traumatic things that could have happened afterward, ones that Bruce wasn’t there for? There is such a disconnect between the two of them now. He should count it a blessing that they have moments like this, though Bruce would greatly prefer spending time with Jason while he isn’t sick and miserable. But Bruce will take it, nonetheless. Jason drains a sufficient amount of water, only to lurch forward in another coughing fit as soon as he gets in a breath. “Christ,” he rasps, eyes watering. “Just fucking shoot me already, will ya?” Bruce rubs his back. “I could tranq you, if you really think it would help. But I can’t guarantee that one of your brothers won’t take advantage of that and draw mustaches on your face while I’m not looking.” “Har, har. You’re a fucking comedian now.” Jason’s voice is coarse as gravel, scraping up his vocal cords. “Want some tea? It’ll help soothe your throat.” “Later. Just wanna...sleep for now.” In spite of everything he stands for, Jason tips his head to rest it on Bruce’s shoulder. Whether it was intentional or he’s just so disoriented from the fever that he has no idea he’s even doing it, Bruce won’t take the gesture for granted. Jason is shivering, so Bruce pulls the blanket tighter around his shoulders where it slackened during his sleep. Then, in a riskier maneuver, he puts his arm around Jason and pulls him in close like he did so many times when Jason was a lot shorter and a lot less jagged around the edges. Bcuce still loves him just the same. Jason leans into Bruce’s warmth instinctively, but he warns, “Tell anyone about this and I’ll shatter your clavicle.” “Mm-hm.” “I mean it. You’ll need a goddamn orthopedic surgeon to fix you up if you breathe a word of this to anyone.” “I believe you.” It must be a good enough answer because Jason closes his eyes, relaxing in Bruce’s hold. “The only reason I’m gonna say this is ‘cause my brain is melting,” Jason says, “but...thanks. For being here.” He yawns. “Being sick alone fuckin’ sucks.” “I hear you.” “And keep Tim away from me, ‘kay? I don’t trust the little snot not to pull something.” Bruce snorts and unpauses the otter movie. “Go to sleep, Jay.”

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angst-king · 3 years

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Misery loves Company

((this is a chronic illness AU for BNHA, no quirks. Tw contains mention of vomit, and seizuring) He wakes up every morning feeling tired, achy, and weak. His throat is sore and his nose is stuffy, his breathing is very wheezy and labored. He grumbles but that doesn’t stop his morning routine coughing fit. He would cough and cough until his body decided it was done, or that he was gonna throw up like today. Gagging after one last cough, he covered his mouth with one hand and grabbed the trash can with the other and vomited. This is the time Ito comes in to check on him. Knocking on the door, she calls out. “Eijirou honey, you awake?” Through a raspy voice when he could stop vomiting he would answer “yes! I’m awake” Which would be followed by another coughing fit, today though he felt worse. His head was hurting, his throat was very painful and scratchy, his entire body was so weak that just sitting up was a chore. He was cold and feld more congested than usual. Ito opens the door a little as she hears her son coughing, peaking in she frowned seeing Eijirou coughing.

She’d grown used to this a few years ago but that didn’t keep her numb from feeling so bad for this boy. Her morning routines always consisted of checking up on her son to see how he was feeling, seeing if he needed help with getting ready in the morning or just checking his vitals. She approaches her son and sits besides him rubbing his back in gentle soothing circles with soft pats to help him cough. “Good job Eiji, good. I know this sucks first thing in the morning.” She says in a quiet voice to calm him, when he stopped coughing, she then asked. “Feel like you might vomit again, hun?” Eijirou shook his head before making a little whimpering sound, Ito got up and went to grab the trash can and tell him. “I’ll go and clean this out, let yourself rest before you start doing anything okay.” Clearing his throat Eijirou nods and lays back into the pillows of his bed. Ito walks out of his room leaving the sick boy alone to clean out the trash can.

While she was gone, Eijirou assessed his current condition and how he was feeling. He felt like utter crap at the moment and he’s been feeling like this for about a week now and he knows that if he gets any worse then he’ll end up in the ER. He doesn’t wanna go there, and he and Ito have made an agreement that if he gets too sick for a certain amount of days or shows a horrific change in symptoms then no matter if he wants to or not, he needs to go to the ER. He hoped he wouldn’t get that bad but with the way he was feeling today it may be a slim chance but so far it's been a steady flare, no fever high fever, no persistent seizures, vomiting, or struggling to breath but. Today he felt worse, maybe by ten percent but that wasn’t a bad thing? It would sort itself out right? Oh he hoped it would.

He knew he needed to take his medicines but he was so tired that he just went back to laying down. Rubbing his temples he sunk back under the warm inviting covers. Sighing he pushed his messy case of bedhead out of his face, closing his eyes hoping to go back to sleep. He really needed to rest as vomiting like that took the energy out of him. By the time Eijiro had fallen completely asleep again his mom had come back, she sighed seeing him asleep. She came over and set the trash can back in its usual spot for just in case reasons and reached over to feel Eijirou’s forehead. It was a tad bit warm but this was normal with a flare up, as long as it didn’t get any worse he would just have to let this run its course.

There were many days where Ito felt so bad for Eijirou. On nights where he was coughing up his dinner, or having a seizure day, or was in so much pain that it made him seizure and tremor the entire day. Where it left him wheelchair bound, where it brought Eijirou to his knees with small tears raining down his flushed face. She was there for him, she was there to witness the good, the meh, the bad and the horrible. She wished every night for a miracle that at least one of his illnesses would just disappear and never come back! Though she knew it wasn’t possible, that didn’t stop her from praying every night. She was so proud, her son was so strong for being so brave and not giving up due to his conditions.

Letting him sleep in, the teen didn’t wake up until ten thirty am, now he really needed to start his medicines. He didn’t feel any better but there was no point in procrastinating even if he didn’t have much motivation or strength to do it. So he got ready for the day, getting out of bed on shaky aching legs, he had to hold onto the night stand so he could stand up properly. He made his bed partially enough for if he wanted to crawl back in it or just lay on top of it. Then he went and brushed his teeth to try and get the horrible acidic taste of vomit out of his mouth and washed out the slimy mucus in his mouth. Blowing his nose to try and give himself a chance to breathe through his nose was a fruitless attempt. Leaving his hair down for this he just tied some of it back and out of his face. He wasn’t going to bother changing out of his pajamas, that was way too much effort that would most likely go to waste today.

Before he started his medicines and airway clearing therapy, he grabbed his thermometer from the nightstand and took his temperature. Keeping the tool under his tongue until it beeped, muffling coughs long enough for the results. “39 c (100.5 F) not bad at all, this is normal for days like this” He sighed while talking to himself, he wiped the thermometer with a sanitizer wipe and put it back in its tiny casing and back on the nightstand. He then gets up and heads over to his closet and grabs his vibrate vest and kit, he also grabs his medicines for his breathing treatment therapy. Moving around wasn’t helping his head ache, his coughing, or his aching limbs but. Things had to be done and he didn’t wanna ask his mom to get stuff for him, he didn’t think that was manly.

First he slipped the vest on, then grabbed his nebulizer and put in the medicines before turning on both machines. He sticks the nebulizer into his mouth and grabs at his nose, shutting it so the medicine would go down and into his lungs. The vest vibrated his entire body like a massage chair but not for the same usage. The vibration of the vest was to shake up the mucus enough for him to cough it up, the breathing treatment thinned it out so he wasn’t coughing up such thick sludge. It was an hour long process of hacking and coughing but he wanted to get better. It felt like there was more mucus for him to cough up though, like his body was just getting sicker. The hour long process had him spent in the end, he was still gasping for air and his lungs still felt clogged. His throat was on fire, and his arms were trembling so much.

Even though he didn’t want to, he got ready for breakfast. He grabbed his epilepsy medicine, his vitamins, and his other cystic fibrosis medications, and went down to the kitchen. Each step he takes causes shock waves of tingles and pain up his legs, but it's tolerable. Finally getting downstairs he sees Ito in the kitchen video chatting while drinking her coffee. “Hi momma, who ya talking to?” He asked after clearing his throat, she looked over and smiled “I’m talking to mommy” She said gesturing to her phone, Kirishima peered over and gave a tired smile seeing his other mom through the video chat. “Hi Eiji, momma told me you’re not feeling too good.” “hey mommy, y-yeah I’m not feeling all that great today, haven’t been for almost a week now but, it’ll pass like always.” He reassures his moms as he sets his medicines down on the kitchen island, he goes into the fridge and grabs a chocolate protein shake.

He goes back to the island while his parents talk and he takes his medicine. “I hope so Eiji, but you always manage to pull through.” “yup, he’s tough just like you Emily.” Ito chuckles, smiling fondly while ruffling Eijirou’s hair playfully. “You mean you Ito dear, I don’t know how you do it, I don’t know how I’d do it all on my own with him.” “That's what I thought, but I managed.” Looking over at Eijirou as he swallowed his pills, Ito makes the comment “Eiji honey, I think you’ve been losing weight.” Raising a brow at this, Eijirou looked down at himself and shrugged “maybe?” Emily giggles and comments “Eiji you need to pay more attention to your body, i know that weight loss isn’t gonna be very visible for you since you live in your pajamas most of the time.” Eijirou nods before grunting and putting down the half-drink protein shake to grab at his head. Ito knew something was wrong when he did this “you okay hun?” “N-no, my head hurts so much.” He coughed and began to stumble, Ito immediately grabs ahold of him, she knows what’s gonna happen next and sets Eijirou on the floor. “Sweetheart, I need you to lay down okay, you’re gonna have a seizure.” Ito instructs, Eijirou lays on his side like he always did in these situations. It made it harder for him to breath but this was safer than laying on his back or stomach. Ito stood up momentarily to tell Emily she’d call her later, Emily understood the situation and wished them luck.

It was just as Ito turned her phone off when Eijirou began to convulse on the floor. Ito rushes down to help him, keeping him on his side, holding his head so it doesn’t bang against the wood floors. There wasn’t much she could do for him except keep him safe. She has to wait this out and luckily she doesn’t have any appliances running except the fridge so there’s no worry of time. When the seizure ended she sighed in relief, he was safe to move. So she lifted him up and into her arms and carried him up the stairs back to his room. Putting him on his bed she lays him on top of the covers and plays the pillows in a way to keep him on his side so he can’t roll over and suffocate. When she could, she would stay with Eijirou during his recovery times, especially times where he was feeling extra ill. Once he was situated on his bed, she went into his closet and grabbed his medical supplies bag that had stuff for going out places. The boy is homeschooled but he could go places like the store, restaurants, and other places but. He always wore a mask in those types of places and was rather cautious.

Grabbing the weighted blanket from the bag she loosely places it on Eijirou knowing it would keep him relaxed when he wakes up. She checked his temp with an ear thermometer when he’s not awake enough to use an oral one. It was still 39 c (100.5F), but it didn’t rise. Now she had to wait for him to wake up which shouldn’t take very long. She stayed on the bed with him, combing her fingers through his messy tangled red hair. She couldn’t help but think of how much her son looked with red hair. At first his hair was black like hers and Emily's but he wanted to dye it red because he needed a change to make him feel a little less miserable. His favorite music artist, Crimson riot, had red hair and he’d becomes Kirishima’s idle cause he promoted the great idea that ‘everyone’s got set back, it's what you do about it that counts, do your best and live your life without regrets’ Eijirou loved it so much he lived by in and in his own words that’s how he wanted to be as a man and in one word he called it manly. Some think it's silly but this was one of the few things keeping him alive.

When Eijirou woke up, he was dazed and confused. Looking around he sees his mom and hesitantly reaches out for her, touching her arm to alert her he’d woken up. Ito’s eyes dart down at him and she smiles “hey there Eijiro” eijirou returns the smile with a tired one of his own before he says. “i-i’m gonna go to sleep..m’tire” His words slurred with exhaustion and his eyes drooped. Ito nods, kisses her son’s forehead and gets up from the bed. “Alright love, I’ll let you rest okay, seems like you need it.” Getting comfortable on the bed and curling up under his weighted blanket, he coughs himself back to sleep.

#chronically ill Kirishima #kirishima has two moms #chronic illness au #bnha

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javocjovian · 4 years

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The Best Medicine - SPN Prompt Challenge

I’m trying to participate in more challenges this year, so I’m doing the Supernatural Prompt Challenge for April/May! The overall theme was Health & Wellbeing. I chose Sastiel as my ship because it’s a pairing I love dearly but rarely think to write. I feel like they have the potential to have one of the healthiest relationships on the show (depending on the season of course).

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Title: The Best Medicine [AO3] Summary: Castiel confuses Sam’s symptoms of depression with symptoms of the flu and tries to help. Set mid season 9. Rating: T Word Count: 1247 Tags: fluff, comfort, established Sastiel, depressed Sam, Castiel takes care of Sam, domestic fluff, misunderstandings Ship: Sastiel Written for @supernaturalpromptchallenge for the Prompt: Health & Wellbeing, Fever

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The Best Medicine

Sam awoke to an empty bedroom. Despite getting a solid six hours of sleep he felt leaden and drained. He started his routine through pure muscle memory and was somewhat surprised to find himself showered and dressed twenty minutes later, staring into a foggy mirror.

The Men of Letters bunker was silent as Sam made coffee for one. It had been a week since Gadreel was evicted and Dean was left to shoulder the burden of his mistakes alone. Sam should’ve been angry. He should’ve made Dean stay. He should’ve forced him to see how absurd his leaving was and how little it would solve. But he didn’t.

Sam drank his coffee at the table alone. For a moment he basked in the solitude of himself, his own thoughts, his body purely and wholly his. But amidst that comfort was a loneliness that had nothing to do with Gadreel’s presence or lack thereof.

Sam heard the bunker door open above him. He recognized the footsteps and looked up in surprise.

“Good morning, Sam,” Castiel appeared at the railing. He was carrying several plastic bags.

“Cas, hey,” Sam gave a weak smile, trying to mask his relief.

Castiel descended the stairs and brought the bags to the kitchen. Sam got up to follow him. He watched curiously as Castiel began unpacking what looked like groceries.

“I thought you left,” Sam said.

Castiel glanced at him. For a moment he looked oblivious, but Sam’s determinedly casual tone seemed to have struck something in him, “You were asleep so I figured I would get some supplies. I should have left a note. I am sorry.”

Sam swallowed. “It’s no problem. Thanks for going out,” he said genuinely. He moved to the counter and began examining Castiel’s purchases. It was an odd assortment of things. The most normal item was a gigantic container or orange juice.

“That’s a lot of OJ,” Sam smiled in amusement.

“When I was human,” Castiel explained as he began putting things away, “I enjoyed drinking ‘oj’. I thought you might, too.”

Sam looked at him fondly. “Thanks, Cas.” He pulled another item from the bag.

“Oh, that… I had never heard of a ‘tofurky’, I’m not sure what kind of animal that is, but the women at the store assured me you would like it.”

Sam chuckled. He couldn’t help but imagine Castiel wandering aimlessly down the isles until a worker asked to help and surely regretted her decision when Castiel started asking questions like ‘what’s a tofurkey?’.

Sam grinned. “Dean’ll like that,” he joked. His grin faded quickly, however. He cleared his throat and continued unpacking while Castiel put everything away.

Castiel didn’t say anything. He didn’t bring up Dean anymore. He seemed to have admitted temporary defeat in trying to reunite the Winchesters and was now focused on the next more pressing issue.

The last few items gave Sam legitimate pause. He pulled from the bottom of the bag a bottle of children’s cough syrup and a few bottles of vitamins and assorted drugs. Sam sat down on a stool at the counter to examine it, then looked up at Castiel in confusion.

“Uh, what’s all this?”

Castiel sighed. “I’m sorry, but that was the most… appetizing flavor they had. Or at least the least disgusting.” He referred to the bottle of strawberry syrup Sam was holding. “I only got a mild strain of influenza when I was human, but that seemed to work.”

Sam stared at it in confusion. “Cas, I’m not sick.”

Castiel looked at him. “Sure you are,” he said matter-of-fact, then resumed putting things away. “I can sense it, Sam. Your molecules are all out of sorts.”

“My… what?”

“Your hippocampus is overflowing with cortisol, your amygdala is enlarged, you have some mild brain inflammation and hypoxia...” Castiel finished unpacking and moved over to Sam, who was staring at him in bewilderment from the kitchen stool. “...you’re obviously fatigued, and you have a f…” he placed his hand on Sam’s head as if to prove his crowning point, then paused, “oh.”

Sam stared at him.

Castiel withdrew his hand awkwardly. “Well, fevers do not always accompany influenza. It’s… good that you don’t have one.” He recovered.

Sam had gone quiet. “Cas, um…” he said patiently, although a trace of guilt weakened his voice.

Castiel watched him pick his words, standing motionless between Sam’s knees.

“Those aren’t symptoms of the flu,” Sam took a deep breath. “They’re symptoms of…depression. And grief.” Sam looked at Castiel, trying to keep his expression light.

Castiel’s certainty faltered at once. “Oh. Oh… I…” He looked at the cough syrup and bottles of pills. “I should not have assumed.”

“It’s okay, Cas. Really,” Sam cleared his throat, regaining some confidence. He set the syrup bottle back down and gave Castiel a small smile.

Castiel didn’t smile back. “Well, what do you take for depression, then? I did not see anything like that at the store.”

“Nothing. I mean, I don’t take anything. You can, but… I don’t think there’s treatment for the kind of stuff you and I have been through.”

The more Sam looked relieved, the more Castiel looked worried.

“How do you treat it then?”

“Me? Well, repression, mostly,” he smiled weakly. When Castiel just looked more worried, Sam added, “Time usually helps. A lot of it. And that's… that’s about it.”

Castiel looked crestfallen. “So there is nothing I can do to help?”

Sam studied him for a moment. His patient smile faded and he reached out and touched his arm. “You are helping, Cas. You’re helping a lot, actually.”

Castiel took Sam’s hand reflexively, still peering at him owlishly.

“You, being here, it’s better than any medicine,” Sam gave him a warm yet pained look and squeezed his hand.

Castiel didn’t move. He stood perfectly still between Sam’s knees, holding his hand and looking weary but determined. “Then I will not move from this spot until you are better.” He announced.

Sam blinked, then broke into a nature smile. “Cas, that’s not…”

His smile relieved Castiel’s stiffness. He suddenly realized Sam wasn’t being literal and abandoned his stony sentry, although he continued to look at Sam like a silent guardian. It was the most angelic Sam had ever seen him. Sam’s smile warmed and he leaned forward subtly. Castiel caught the gesture, as if he’d been waiting for it, then completed the motion, kissing Sam on the mouth.

It was a slow, silent kiss. It wasn’t so much of a kiss as it was a desire to be close. As the kiss faded and their lips fell away Sam turned his head and rested against Castiel, maintaining that closeness. He felt Castiel relax, like he always did as the human in him took over. He put an arm around Sam and held him close. His other arm hung by his side, still holding Sam’s hand.

“Hm,” Castiel hummed in interest.

“What is it?” Sam looked up at him.

“You were right. Your cortisol levels have dropped.”

Sam grinned and murmured, “Thanks Dr. Sexy.”

Castiel blinked as if to retort, but then smiled instead. It made him look startlingly human. “You’re welcome.”

Sam closed his eyes and kissed Castiel. He basked in Castiel’s presence, their shared thoughts, the space between them perfectly aligned and whole. Amidst that comfort was still the loneliness left in place of Dean, but Sam thought that with Castiel presence he could maybe handle it a little longer.

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megalony · 5 years

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A family

This is a Roger Taylor imagine that was requested by @melaniexoxo I hope you like it, I had a lot of fun writing this one.

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Lifting her eyes from looking at her hands, (Y/n) looked at the door when it finally opened, her eyes widening at the man that walked through. Surely this wasn't the Roger that the doctor had just been talking about. (Y/n) really seemed to get all the luck as of late.

Rubbing at her forehead, (Y/n) felt a headache coming on as she watched Roger walk into the room. He quietly closed the door behind him, confusing her that it was just him alone and not his partner or wife since this was to do with her as well. (Y/n) went to stand to her feet but Roger was quicker, he moved and sat down on the small leather sofa beside her.

An awkwardness flooded between the pair of them as Roger ran a hand through his blond strands, keeping it from his eyes as he turned so he was sitting facing her. He didn't know what to say, he had things he wanted to ask her but he didn't want to sound rude or uncaring, they were both in this now and they had to decide what happens next. With a sigh, Roger sat up straight before looking at (Y/n) with the most genuine, if small, smile he could muster.

"I'm Roger. I get that this is a shit situation... I- I just need to know what you want to do. If you're keeping the baby I understand and I'll support you." Roger knew he had to get that out of the way first.

This was not the situation Roger wanted to be in and he doubted that (Y/n) really wanted this either but he had to admit this was more harming for him than for her. Roger and his wife were trying IVF and one of the few reasons why was because they thought it would help them with their marriage. Things had been rocky for a while but a baby was something they both wanted and could see in their future and it was a hope that it would bring them closer together. To help them patch things up.

Some rather damning mistake in the clinic meant that (Y/n) was the one who got Roger's sperm instead of his wife. And as luck would have it this time it had worked whereas with Roger and his wife they had failed on the last round of treatment.

This was the first time Roger had met (Y/n) and she was two months gone with his baby. He had been told by the doctor that (Y/n) was meant to have a sperm donor because she was going to have a baby on her own. Roger respected that but now he had to work out what was going to happen next. If (Y/n) didn't want to have his child he understood but if she wanted to go through with this then he wanted to be part of it. He couldn't live with himself if (Y/n) said she didn't want him involved because this was his baby.

"I'm not having an abortion." (Y/n) spoke quietly, no defence in her tone, just a carefulness as she looked down at her hands for a moment. "I was prepared to do this on my own..."

(Y/n) had been prepared to do this on her own, she wanted a baby and her last partner didn't. (Y/n) thought she could do this on her own, she thought she would be fine to do, her mother had brought her up on her own just fine and (Y/n) knew she was ready for a child. Now it seemed that it was going to be more complicated than that.

"I'm not trying to be rude here, love believe me but I'd rather be involved if it's all the same to you. This is my baby as well." Roger didn't want to seem pushy or uncaring but at the same time, he didn't want to be shut out. This was his baby and whether (Y/n) had been planning to do this alone or not, he was here now. This was his child and he wasn't willing to act like (Y/n) wasn't having his child he couldn't turn a blind eye to this.

"What about your wife? Will she be okay with you bringing up a child with someone else?"

(Y/n) didn't have the heart to tell Roger that she didn't want him involved because one, it wasn't fair when this was Roger's baby and two she could use the support. She had been willing to do this alone but at the same time if Roger wanted to be involved he could be help for her, she wouldn't have to explain why her child didn't have a father.

"Sadly none of us can help that, can we? Why don't we go for a coffee, I'd kind of like to get to know the mother of my kid."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why'd you want to have a baby on your own?" Roger asked the question gently as both of them sat down in the waiting area. He didn't ask in a way that sounded rude or mocking, the drummer was simply interested in how she came to that decision. It was hard enough for Roger and his wife to decide to have a baby together let alone if one of them had decided to bring up a child on their own.

"My ex didn't want a baby and the right guy never seemed to come around. My mum brought me up on her own when my dad died so I thought I'd be okay on my own... guess now I don't have to be."

(Y/n) let a smile pull at her lips as she shyly looked up at Roger sitting on her right as he reached over to gingerly take her hand in his. They had agreed to do this together, Roger said he would sort everything with his wife but he wanted to be at the scans and the birth and everything afterwards and it was a welcomed change for (Y/n) to have someone by her side. They had gone for a drink at a cafe after meeting last month at the clinic but it had been a silent agreement to talk about one another and get to know each other rather than talk of the looming pregnancy.

Now they were here for (Y/n)'s first scan so Roger thought it was appropriate to talk about the baby now.

Roger had had a rather heated argument with his wife when they went home after he met (Y/n). She didn't understand at first that Roger couldn't just tell (Y/n) not to have the baby because that was not his choice and he didn't agree with that. But he knew it was a lot harder for him to tell her that as much as it hurt, he was now having a child with someone else and they both knew that meant their IVF was going to stop.

"What about you? I'm guessing I've not done your marriage any favours." (Y/n) lowered her eyes for a second before Roger squeezed her hand causing her eyes to lock with his own. His eyes creased at the corners as he had a comforting smile on his features.

"Hey, this wasn't your fault. Don't tell my wife but as weird as this is, I'm rather... happy about this mixup. We both wanted kids but things haven't been the best lately. Maybe having a baby with her wasn't the best idea."

Roger would never say it to his wife, but as bad as this situation seemed to be he was happy about it. There was less chance of him having a fight with (Y/n) and putting them in an awkward situation. He and his wife hadn't been like they had when they first got married and they both knew it. With (Y/n) they didn't have to share the same house and be angry at one another in the same space. They didn't fall out over the littlest things. This was fresh, it was new and different and Roger was beginning to like it.

He liked phoning (Y/n) up and just seeing how she was. He liked meeting up and generally getting to know her. He felt butterflies sitting here with her knowing they were going to hear the heartbeat of their child. It was nice and Roger welcomed this change in the situation.

(Y/n) didn't have a chance to respond before (Y/n)'s name was called out by a rather bubbly nurse. Roger didn't let go of her hand like she thought he would as they both got to their feet and headed over to the nurse who led them into a room on the right side of the corridor. Roger let go of (Y/n)'s hand as he sat down on the slightly uncomfortable chair next to the bed. He brushed his hair from his eyes which happened to be a rather consistent habit he had as of late.

"Can you see in those?" (Y/n) whispered quietly when she noticed Roger was still wearing his sunglasses. He had told her they were prescription glasses because his eyesight was rather bad and he preferred to wear sunglasses rather than normal ones. As if realising what she was talking about, Roger quickly hung the sunglasses on the collar of his shirt before grabbing his proper glasses from his pocket. He wouldn't usually wear them but he rather fancied seeing his child on the scan today.

"Okay, so this is your first scan, correct?" (Y/n) silently nodded, pulling up her shirt as the nurse got the monitor set up. "Any problems, worries?" She asked sweetly as she started to apply the gel. Watching as (Y/n) went to shake her head but Roger tugged on her hand, a silent message passing between them.

"She hasn't been eating much." Roger spoke, nodding his head at (Y/n) as encouragement for her to talk. One of the reasons they were here was to make sure she was alright, not just the baby. He had noticed she hadn't been eating last week when they met up and she confided in him that sudden morning sickness just made her uneasy to eat anything, it took away her appetite.

"Morning sickness... I can't keep much down."

"Not a problem, I'll get a prescription for you for some sickness pills and some vitamins. Right, let's take a look at your little one then."

(Y/n) looked at Roger when he took her hand again, a smile on his lips as his eyes seemed to glimmer like stars were captured in them. Her head turned back to look at the monitor on her right when the wand was pressed to her stomach. (Y/n) had been slightly worried up to this point that maybe something had or will go wrong, maybe she had gotten a false positive since the baby was here by IVF.

Every thought about how this was going to be awkward and a weird situation seemed to fly out of the window and disappear when the baby appeared on the screen. They were only three months gone so the black and white picture on the screen wasn't amazingly clear, it was slightly fuzzy but to both of them, it was perfect. The rather muffled and generally unusual sound of the heartbeat was better than any music Roger had ever heard or made before, he wanted that on repeat in his head.

"There's your baby."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Thanks." Roger smiled, reaching his hand out for the cup (Y/n) was holding down to him. The drummer had offered to help (Y/n) set a few things up in the baby's room since he had the day off and he was almost finished with the cot, for once not getting angry with it as he managed to put it up first time.

Resting her hand to his shoulder, (Y/n) sat down on the carpet beside him as Roger smiled, his eyes scanning around the walls again. He loved the colour of the room which was a very pale purple that had a mix of pink into it. The room had been this colour since (Y/n) had moved in and Roger knew she had her heart set on keeping it this colour. Their scan last week told them that they were having a little girl and both of them were over the moon.

"Just less than four months to go." Roger commented, unable to stop his smile from widening at the thought. He had explained the rather unusual situation to the boys and although they had been shocked in the beginning they were still happy for their drummer and seeing how happy he was made them sure this was going to work out.

Roger recently found himself having more and more quarrels with his wife about their new situation but all of the anger and the worries seemed to disappear the moment (Y/n)'s voice was on the other end of the line or when he saw her. Roger couldn't help but be thankful for the mixup in the clinic because without that he wouldn't have met (Y/n). He wouldn't have her in his life and she was someone he found himself getting along with almost better than anyone else he had ever met. She understood him, they liked the same things and had the same kind of interests in comedy, books and even politics which was a big subject for him.

"I can't believe it." To (Y/n) it didn't seem like she had known Roger for three months now. It felt like she had just met him in the clinic only last week and yet here they were, always nattering away like they were old friends.

Just as Roger set down his coffee in front of him, his head turned to the left in (Y/n)'s direction when she took hold of his hand. He watched her with intrigue as she gently tugged his hand closer until his palm was pressing to the side of her stomach. They sat in silence for a few seconds before a sudden round of kicking tapped against the base of his palm almost making him pull his hand away in shock.

"She's gonna be a drummer, I know it." Roger found himself whispering the words as his fingers skimmed over her stomach, rubbing up and down the spot where he felt the kicks.

"God help me." (Y/n) joked causing Roger to tut at her.

He was hoping that she would turn out to be musical, he could imagine himself teaching her how to play the drums or the guitar and Freddie even said he would teach her piano. Although Freddie had been hoping Roger would have a boy to name after him since both John and Brian had refused to name their sons after Freddie or listen to his suggestions for names.

Roger already had a name in mind that he was quite taken with.

"I know it's a bit early, but I have a name suggestion." Roger knew that they had roughly four months or thereabouts to go and that meant they had a lot of time to think of names and come up with one that they could both agree on but he couldn't get a particular name out of his head.

Leaning her head to the side, (Y/n) nodded in encouragement for Roger to continue and tell her the name. She was up for any suggestions at the moment because any name she thought of either didn't sound right or she remembered she knew someone with that name and it put her off. She was beginning to struggle to think of any girl names that she liked that weren't weird, popular or someone she knew.

"I was thinking... how about Adelaide?"

Roger pressed his lips together as he watched (Y/n)'s expression to see if she was opposed to the suggestion or not. He was met with a rather bright smile that made him feel relief that she didn't think it was wrong or just not something she liked. He thought it was different but there was something to it, as if it was a gemstone kind of name.

"I think it's perfect."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Love, you okay?" Roger questioned lightly, resting his hand on her shoulder as he followed her out of Adelaide's room which was almost finished up now. Both of them making their way to the stairs as (Y/n) rubbed at the side of her stomach but nodded all the same.

"Fine, just a twinge." (Y/n) responded, gripping the bannister on her left as she started heading down the stairs, feeling Roger right behind her.

Neither of them knew what seemed to happen next. They were halfway down the stairs before a sudden tightening pain in her side caused (Y/n) to grind her teeth together. She tried to stop walking but her foot slid off the edge of the step sending the rest of her suddenly falling. A cry of pain left (Y/n)'s lips as she felt Roger trying to slip his hands under her arms to stop her from falling but he wasn't quite quick enough. His right foot skidded to the side and pressed to the wall to stop himself from falling forwards as he managed to slow (Y/n)'s fall down by a small amount as he fell to his backside on the stairs.

"Fuck!" Roger whined, leaning his head back on the step as he felt his back had scuffed one of the steps and his leg had spasmed when hitting against the wall. Taking a deep breath, Roger rubbed his hands up and down (Y/n)'s sides as she was laying between his legs. "Where are you hurt, love?" He questioned, opening his eyes and slowly tilting his head down to look at (Y/n). She had fallen because something had so clearly been hurting which he guessed would be feeling ten times worse now.

"Addy." (Y/n) had to breathe hard through the word that didn't want to pass through her lips as all the air seemed to have been knocked out of her lungs when she slipped.

Roger wasn't sure if she meant there was something wrong with their girl or if she was simply worried that now there would be but either way it still made his heartbeat increase dramatically. Roger took another moment to collect himself and get his breath back before attempting to move. When he was sure (Y/n) wasn't going to fall down the rest of the stairs, Roger slowly unhooked his hands from under her arms. Grabbing the bannister so he could hoist himself to his feet and climb around her so he could kneel in front of her instead.

"Where are you hurt?" Roger asked again, a gentle yet worried tone to his voice as he rested his hands on her thighs, looking up at her expectingly as (Y/n) forced her eyes open to look down at him.

"B-back..." Roger watched with a look of fright in his eyes at the way (Y/n) tilted her head back, a cry bubbling past her lips as her hand pressed to her stomach. Now that wasn't a good sign. They were almost eight months along now, a fall wasn't going to do (Y/n) any good at all and could easily push her into labour. "There's a s-sharp pain in my side."

Roger's eyes wandered from (Y/n)'s eyes to her hand that was pressing to the side of her stomach as if pressure was going to take the pain away. A shudder ran through Roger's system when another cry left (Y/n)'s lips as it felt as if her muscles were seizing up.

"Come here." Roger mumbled, a hint of worry in his voice as he leaned over her so he could slip his arms around her. Gently helping her to sit up rather than lie back which would aggravate her back if it had been scuffed when she landed. Leaning her head forward, (Y/n) buried her face in Roger's shoulder as he kept his arm around her waist as his other hand rested over her own on her stomach. He knew they couldn't take the risk of staying here and hoping that the pain would wear off. Roger had to take her to the hospital.

"Addy..." (Y/n) mumbled again. They had just over another month to get through yet before they were supposed to think about her being born and something could have happened now.

"Look at me, love. We'll go and get you checked out, she might be perfectly fine." Moving his hand, Roger pressed his palm to the side of (Y/n)'s face, gently tilting her head back so she was looking up at him. There was a chance Addy would be perfectly fine and unaffected but if something was wrong they would deal with it together. He wasn't going anywhere.

Roger didn't know what came over him. One moment his eyes were locked with (Y/n)'s as he tried to show her everything would be alright and the next moment he was leaning closer than they already were. He leaned forward until his lips were touching with hers causing him to feel the way that her breath hitched in her throat at what he was doing. Part of him told him he should pull away quickly, this wasn't exactly the time to confess- or rather show- his feelings.

His heart seemed to become stuck in his throat when he felt (Y/n)'s hand on the back of his neck tightening as she kept her lips against his before pulling back when another surge of pain rattled through her.

(Y/n) rested her temple against Roger's cheek as he rubbed his hand up and down her back, waiting for the pain to disappear before daring to try and help her to her feet. He turned his head just a little so he could kiss the side of her temple, wishing the worry and pain weren't in the equation so he could kiss her again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tilting her head down so her chin was pressing into her chest, (Y/n) tightened her hands around Roger's as another contraction hit. They had been in the hospital overnight with the bad luck of going into labour almost as soon as they got here.

This was one of the many moments where (Y/n) was more than grateful to have Roger going through this with her. If she had done this on her own like she initially planned, (Y/n) knew she wouldn't have been able to hold herself together this long. Through the night Roger had been whispering words of encouragement, humming different and random tunes to calm her down and had constantly reminded her that Addy would be fine. They were little over a month early but Roger knew they stood high chances of having Addy be born with next to no complications or problems. (Y/n) would have panicked far beyond how much she was now if Roger hadn't of been here with her.

Keeping tight hold of her hands, Roger moved their arms to wrap them around (Y/n)'s front, pulling her back closer to his chest as he tucked his face into the crook of her neck. They didn't have long to go now until they got to meet Addy and as much as (Y/n) didn't want to be in labour just yet, she couldn't wait to have their girl in her arms.

"She's gonna be perfect." Roger whispered against the shell of (Y/n)'s ear which caused a shudder to run down her spine, especially when he moved his lips to kiss her jaw. Roger was a very affectionate person, (Y/n) had learnt that very quickly and she saw that he was like that with everyone. He would hug and cuddle with the band, he would always have an arm around her no matter what they were doing. But since they kissed last night at her house he seemed even more determined to show his affections and it was both heartwarming yet slightly concerning.

(Y/n) needed to know if he was being like this because he was trying to calm her down and because she was the mother of his child or if he felt something more for her. She was very much hoping it was the latter but she couldn't question it right now. Their focus was on Addy, not them.

"You ready?" Roger asked when (Y/n) leaned her head back on his shoulder when the midwife told her to take a few deep breaths now that Addy's head was born. (Y/n) locked eyes with Roger, about to tell him no but the look in his eyes suddenly made her nod her head yes instead. (Y/n) knew that now Addy was going to be here things were going to change, but change wasn't always a bad thing. (Y/n) changed from thinking she was going through this alone to having Roger by her side and that was one of the best changes she had ever had.

(Y/n) let her eyes follow the midwife's movements as she held Addy for them to see for a few seconds before gently passing her to the other midwife to get her weighed and cleaned up. As soon as Addy was out of sight. (Y/n) bowed her head to try and gain back her lost breath, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of the afterbirth as much as she could which was made easier by Roger kissing down her spine.

"I-is she alright?" (Y/n) questioned as she leaned back into Roger again, both their eyes widening as they followed the other midwife walk over to them with their girl in her arms.

"Rather small and shaken, but she's perfectly healthy."

When Addy was placed into (Y/n)'s arms she realised that the midwife hadn't been exaggerating, she was the length of (Y/n)'s wlbow to wrist, possibly a bit smaller and she seemed to weigh nothing at all. Perching his chin on her shoulder, Roger looked down at the newborn who had rather bright emerald eyes that he caught small glimpses of when she tiredly opened her eyes for a few seconds.

Keeping his left arm on top of (Y/n)'s, Roger rested his hand over her own as his other hand gently brushed her jaw, turning her head so he could look at her.

"You were brilliant." Roger whispered before he pressed his lips to her own, rubbing her jaw as he knew that this had happened for a reason. He felt (Y/n)'s lips curving up against his own and when they pulled back, he rested his forehead against her own. Never having seen her smile in such a dazzling, blinding way before. Roger wanted to make another change to their situation, he didn't want them to be co-parents like they had planned. He wanted them to be something different, something much better.

He wanted them to be a family.

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gaypasta · 5 years

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I was the one who sent #9, and I meant from the angst category! Sorry I’m ditzy

sorry this took so long! | REDDIE + “Please don’t lie to me again”

| (angst warning) | read on ao3 |

“Are you ok, short-stop?” Richie offered to take a grocery back out of Eddie’s hands. Richie had three in each - Eddie had two in each and a box of laundry detergent under his arm. No need for a second trip - especially not up six flights of stairs to their shitty apartment they pushed pennies together to afford for College.

“I’ve got it,” Eddie said as he dropped the detergent down a flight of stairs, “Shit.”

Richie took the two bags from Eddie’s left hand, “Don’t lie to me, now the stairwell smells of fucking lemongrass. ”

“You picked the scent, dumbass.” Eddie went back down the stairs to lift the box. Only a little had spilled out. Richie waited for him to catch up.

“It was the cheapest - maybe if you didn’t insist on buying your french cheeses then we could buy detergent that didn’t make me smell like an old lady.”

“Shut up, I don’t see you complaining when you’re drunk on Bud Light and stand at the refrigerator at three-am eating half a block of it.”

“Better than eating your shitty leftover cooking.”

“Hey!”

“How does this look?” Richie spun around, sticking his ass out and pulling faces like a posing teenager. This was the third outfit Richie had tried on and Eddie’s headache was already pulling at his face.

“Richie - it looks fine. They all look fine. You’re trying on different shades of blue shirts with the same pair of pants and the same jacket - you’re being dramatic.”

Richie turned around and looked in the mirror and examined himself. Eddie rubbed his face in his hands. The store was closing soon and he could feel the store workers glaring at them to buy their shit and move on.

“Maybe I need new glasses…”

“Oh my God.”

Richie threw a shirt at him - a slightly different hue of blue, “Hey! I need to look good, alright - this is my first gig.”

Eddie folded the shirt and said without thinking, “You always look good, Richie. Stop trying so hard.”

Richie skipped a beat and settled on the outfit, “Stop lying - you said I looked like a dumpster rat yesterday.”

“You had the same shirt on three days in a row. It was mildewing under the armpits.”

“And yet you still sucked my dick yesterday.”

Eddie made a disgusted face and left, ��I’m driving home without you.”

Richie laughed and bought the clothes. He didn’t laugh so much when he walked to the parking lot to look for Eddie’s second-hand beat up Toyota.

Richie shook the orange bottle of pills from his languid stance at their bedroom door frame. A proper house, now. The days of their college apartment some five years in the past. The rattling caught Eddie’ ears and he looked up from the clothes he was folding - a pair of Richie’s ‘showbiz pants’ as he calls them. Eddie stilled.

“Eddie, what are these?” More rattling. Medicinal bullets, Eddie thinks.

“They’re nothing. Vitamins.” Eddie went back to folding. Now one of Richie’s plaid shirts.

“Doesn’t say they’re Vitamins on the label…” Richie hummed, sounding relaxed, “Says they’re something called phenaglo… fee-nah-gluh-.... Fill-na-glow- whatever it says.”

“Why are you looking through the medicine cabinet?” Eddie asks, knowing full well he had hidden them behind a box of disinfectant wipes - something Richie wouldn’t touch.

Richie dodged the question, “Says Experimental Treatment.”

“It’s nothing - I don’t know why you’re being like this.” Eddie finished folding Richie’s shirt and started on another - one of his ‘showbiz shirts’ - a nice shade of orange with a pattern of pineapples small enough not to be obnoxious. Eddie bought it for him a couple of months ago.

“If it’s nothing, why you bein’ so defensive?” An even tone, as though this was a conversation about something as mundane as asking Eddie what take-out he wants for dinner.

“I’m not being defensive.”

“Eddie. We were at your Mother’s funeral last month, you had a fucking breakdown and suddenly you’re taking what- some experimental medicine?”

The shirt creased in Eddie’s fist, “I didn’t have a breakdown - I was burying my fucking Mother.”

“Poor wording. You know you’re not sick, right Eds? There’s nothing wrong with you. Your Mom-”

“Whatever you’re gonna say next I’d suggest you’d think carefully about it,” Eddie seethed.

Richie did.

“Just tell me what they’re for. Please? Just don’t lie to me about shit like this - about anything.”

Eddie considered the softness in Richie’s voice and smoothed out the wrinkles of his shirt, “I’m allowed secrets, Richie.”

“Not about your health. Sickness and in Health, remember?” Richie chanced a smile and Eddie rolled his eyes.

“We’re not married, dickwad.”

“Eddie… I have something to ask you-” Eddie threw his stupid ‘showbiz shirt’ at him.

“I can’t believe they finally tied the knot,” Richie said, raising a glass to Mr. and Mrs.Hanscom from across the reception, “They’ve been dating forever.”

“Ten years isn’t that long,” Eddie takes a drink of his gin and tonic.

Richie gives him a strange look that makes his stomach knot.

“How long have we been dating?”

Eddie stared at him, not believing the sincerity of the question, “You don’t know?”

“Forgot.”

“No you didn’t - I know you didn’t.”

“After my sixteenth birthday?” Richie guessed.

“The day after your fifteenth.” Eddie corrected.

“Fifteen years.”

“Fourteen and a half. I’m going to go mingle.” Eddie left and Richie fingered the empty space on his ring finger.

Eddie hadn’t realised that he hadn’t seen Richie for the remainder of the night until Richie clapped a strong arm on his shoulder, “Hey, our Taxi’s here - we gotta go.”

Eddie - slightly less than sober with slightly more than a few empty glasses at his table smiled at him, “Oh! I haven’t seen you aaaaaall night… wow. Sorry - I was talking to Simon,” A man opposite Eddie, short-cropped blonde hair with ruddy, childish cheeks and a disingenuine smile, “He works with Ben - he draws buildings - isn’t that cool, Richie?” Eddie had yet to look Richie in the eyes.

“Yeah, buddy - super cool. Let’s get you home.” Richie pulled at Eddie and Eddie pushed at him, “Hey - c’mon Eds.”

“We were in the middle of a conversation.”

“Well… Simon here won’t mind if I take your stroppy little ass home, will he?” Richie looked pointedly, warningly at the man. Richie wasn’t jealous by nature - but this guy looked seedy all over.

“No, not at all.” He smiled at Eddie and Eddie smiled back. A type of smile Richie hadn’t seen in so long he’d forgotten that it had existed at all, “Do call me? I’d like to hear more about your views on the Donaghmore Disaster.”

“The what-now?”

Eddie looked at Richie a little irritated, “It’s a History thing - that show I record on the Discovery Channel that you always delete to make room for your dumb fuckin’ Seth Rogen movies.”

“Oh. Okay - it’s time to go.”

On the drive home, after an immeasurable silence, Richie looked over at Eddie - who was staring out the window with his head in his hand.

“You like Seth Rogen movies.”

Eddie didn’t so much as move a muscle, “No I don’t. I think they’re shit.”

“We watch them together.”

“Yeah.”

“You said you liked them.”

“I lied.”

“Why?”

Eddie didn’t respond. He shrugged and continued looking out the window.

A month since the wedding. A month and a day since they had last had sex.

Of course, they weren’t kids anymore - long past their early twenties and nightly sex - sometimes even once a week was exhausting enough - but a month? Never this long.

“Hey, Eds?”

Eddie looked at him - already exasperated, trying to look through reports he was doing for work, “What, Richie?”

Richie hid behind his coffee, “It’s been a month since we last had sex.”

“Okay?”

“Why is that?” He took a sip. It was cold.

“We’ve been busy.”

“We have?”

“Yes.” Eddie said sternly, eyebrows pursing together in annoyance. They did that more and more recently.

A pregnant pause.

Richie’s coffee was still cold. He drank it anyway.

“Don’t lie to me... are you sleeping with someone else?” He asked, jokingly of course, “Is it because I’ve gotten fat?”

Richie waited for a ‘yeah, they’re better than you’ or a ‘you’ve always been fat, Richie’ but it never came. What came instead was Eddie slamming his fist down on the kitchen table.

“How could you say that?! How the fuck could you say that to me? Just because I’m too busy at work to act as your fucking cum-dumpster doesn’t mean I’m cheating on you.”

“Eds - I was kidding-”

“I’m going out,” Eddie stood up, he didn’t even so much as push his chair back in before he was grabbing his keys, Richie suspected that if he hadn’t been wearing shoes - he wouldn’t have stopped to put any on.

“What - where are you going? It’s almost midnight, I’m sorry, alright-”

“Out.”

Eddie was gone. Coat hanging on the back of the kitchen chair. Wallet sitting beside the fruit bowl. He shouted a biting “Don’t wait up.”

He came home at 7am only to change and go to work. He didn’t shower when he came in and his hair was damp.

He didn’t give Richie a kiss goodbye.

They were watching TV. Some high-rated Netflix show that Eddie wanted to watch. It didn’t appeal much to Richie but he sat in his PJ’s with a bowl of Lucky Charms and watched it nonetheless.

Eddie’s phone rang from the chasm between the two. A brief flash of ‘Simon' before Eddie silenced the call and flipped it upside down.

An innocent question, the man from Ben and Beverly’s wedding long forgotten, “Who’s Simon?”

“No one. Work colleague,” Eddie folded his arms.

“At this time of night? It must be important - you should answer it,” A spoonful of cereal.

“It’s nothing.”

“Ah, new kid? Are you training another new kid?” Richie’s mind going back to this time last year - all the fresh-faced College kids not knowing their ass from their elbow and blowing up Eddie’s phone like he was their Mommy.

Eddie made a vague noise of agreement.

“Don’t lie - he’s younger and hotter than me, isn’t he?” Another mouth full of cereal - he didn’t swallow it before continuing, “How am I meant to compete with the youth?”

Eddie looked at him and crinkled his noise at Richie speaking with his mouth full. He took his phone from the sofa and left the living room without a word.

Richie finished his cereal and the show turned out to be quite good, actually.

He could hear Eddie laughing on the phone from the room next over.

“That’s the fourth Friday in a row you’ve stayed late,” Richie said as Eddie came through the door, hair ruffled and unkempt as it usually did after a stressful day at work. Richie moved his book so he could see his watch. The clock read ten, “This is the latest you’ve been.”

The smile and cheerful disposition plummeted off Eddie’s face, “What are you, my keeper?”

“No - I’m your husband.”

“You know I hate it when you say that shit.”

Richie paused, “What shit? That I’m your husband? I’ve always said that. We’ve been dating sixteen years - people always say we’re ‘practically a married couple’.”

Eddie mumbled something. Richie told him to speak up.

“Fifteen and half. Not sixteen.”

“Oh. Alright.”

Eddie shrugged off his jacked and Richie noticed his hair was damp.

“Why do you hate it when I say it?” Richie closed the book he had been reading.

“I don’t know - I just do,” Eddie wasn’t invested much in the conversation.

“Do you hate the thought of it that much?” Richie asked. He had said it many times before, in jest. There was little laughter in his voice now.

Eddie didn’t answer. He pretended he didn’t hear and walked to their bedroom. Richie knew he heard. He knew all too well that he had heard him.

When Richie followed him into the bedroom, Eddie slipped on a sleep shirt and Richie stilled. A plain black v-neck - too big to be Eddie’s and too small to be Richie’s - not that either of them wore v-necks anyway.

“It’s been four months since we’ve had sex, you know that?”

“I didn’t realise you were keeping track.”

“Whose shirt is that?”

“I don’t know - found it in the airing cupboard last week.”

It all came so easy, didn’t it? Effortlessly lying. It didn’t make Richie angry, or particularly sad, either. It just made him hurt. It made him sore all over.

“I know you’ve been cheating on me, you know that, right?”

A heavy, painful pause.

Eddie got under the covers.

“I hate it when you say shit like that, Richie.”

“Eddie.” Richie pressed.

“Go to sleep.”

“Eddie.”

Richie’s eyes - without his consent - had filled with water. This is it. Richie knew. This is sixteen - no - fifteen and a half years being detonated with Richie pressing the button. Richie waited, waited for Eddie to tell him, confess, end it, pack his shit and go. But it never came. It never would come, probably. Richie was like a piece of furniture to Eddie - stangent in his life but not quite old and broken to throw away just yet. Eddie was his sight and sound and now Richie was willingly going blind and deaf.

“Please don’t lie to me again,” His voice was thick and hard to hear. Eddie heard it. Eddie didn’t respond, “Eddie, just say it. Just say you’re gonna go. Please.”

“I’m not leaving you, Richie. How could I do that?”

Richie choked on a sob.

“Simon? That’s who it is? That guy from the fucking wedding?” It felt so long ago.

Eddie looked sad, but not guilty, “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“We were each other’s first boyfriend. We were fifteen. You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about what you missed.”

Richie wished Eddie would look at him, he missed Eddie’s eyes, “No.”

“You’re lying.”

Richie let out a cry at that, this is the third time Richie has cried infront of Eddie. Once when they were twenty-three and Richie got fired from a comedy gig that he had bet his career on. Twice when he was twenty-seven when his Father had passed away from liver cancer, and now when Eddie accused him of lying.

“I’ve never lied to you, Eds.”Eddie thought this over, thinking it was a ridiculous notion. It was true, the longer he thought. Richie had never lied to him. Not once.

Eddie texted Bill to come over ASAP.Eddie gave Richie a kiss for the first time in two weeks and three days.

Eddie lied for the last time and said, “I love you, I’m sorry.”

Richie didn’t lie when he said, “I love you, I’m sorry, too.”

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Soul to Soul Part One

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Request: @sapphireeyedmythologist

Genre: Angst, some fluff

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Bullet wound mentions, death mentions, swearing, mentions of torture, being drugged, happy ending

Description: HYDRA forced you to heal Pietro Maximoff even though he was dead, but before HYDRA could get their hands on him you shoved him through a portal back to his sister and the other Avengers.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, my imagination ran wild and it turned out long. There’s probably going to be one more part to it just because part one here is so long.

The sound of clanging bars rang in your ears and you were tossed into a room. You landed on your hands and knees roughly, you looked back and glared at the man who had tossed you into the room. He was showing no emotion at all, just a blank look like most of HYDRA’s goons. He pointed to a body on the floor, “Heal him.”

You turned around and looked to see a white-haired man laying there riddled with bullet holes. Blood stained his shirt and pants. He looked like he was dead. “I can’t heal him! I’ll die!”

“Heal him,” the goon responded before he slammed the cell doors shut leaving you alone with the dead man.

You crawled over to him, cursing HYDRA, “Goddamn Nazi scum, they can all rot in hell.” When you got closer to the man you realized that it was Pietro Maximoff. You sat there stunned for a moment, you hadn’t expected to see him here, you had heard that he had been killed while trying to stop Ultron with the Avengers. How had HYDRA gotten their hands on him?

Glancing at his body you took a mental note of how many bullet wounds there were and which ones would be in the hardest places to heal. This was going to take time and you were going to have to go slowly with this one before you could try bringing him back to life. If you did this like you normally did you would drain your own energy and then the two of you would both be dead, and you really rather not face death today.

You pulled his shirt up and worked on each bullet wound one by one, making sure each one healed up properly before moving onto the next one. You paused after the fourth wound, you had begun to feel a little dizzy and a little sick to your stomach. It was harder healing someone that didn’t have a pulse.

“Get back to work!” A voice shouted over the intercom.

“Do you want me to die before I can finish this?!” You shouted at the voice. There was no response so you got back to work, you moved slower this time so that you didn’t wear yourself down as quickly.

Once you had made sure there were no more bullet wounds you rested against the wall, your breathing labored. You kept telling yourself that if this worked and that if you didn’t die trying to bring him back you would get him back to the Avengers before HYDRA could get ahold of him.

“Okay Pietro, I need you to work with me here. I’m not dying while trying to save your life.” You rested your hands over his heart and head. Taking in a deep breath you closed your eyes focusing on trying to breathe life back into him.

Your body began to shake with the more energy you put out, the more life you tried to breathe back into him made you shake even more. Sweat was trickling down your forehead and you squeezed your eyes shut, your heart was beating erratically almost like you were running a race and you were about to pass out.

Just when you thought that was it, that you were either going to die or pass out from all the energy you had expelled, you heard Pietro inhale sharply. Your eyes snapped open and you saw his eyes fluttering open. With your last bit of energy, you opened a portal to what was hopefully the Avengers’ compound and shoved him through just as the cell door opened.

Someone roughly picked you up and shook you, “What did you do?!” They screamed in your face.

You merely grinned at them before the world went dark around you.

The next two months of your life were living hell. Not that they weren’t before, but ever since you let Pietro go things got worse.

They kept a closer eye on you, kept you sedated so that you couldn’t use your abilities. Whenever someone needed to be healed they would make you more lucid before sedating you again once you were done.

You were kept in a small cell with barely any walking room, and a simple mattress on the floor. You were miserable, to say the least, but you were trying to bide your time in hopes that someone would mess up and you could escape.

Your opportunity came when Avengers attacked the base where you were being held. “I have someone!” You heard a male voice say. The door opened and Hawkeye was standing before you. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said fist as he slowly stretched out his hand to you. “I’m going to get you to safety.”

You pushed yourself to your feet and practically collapsed into his arms, “Took y’all long enough.”

Clint snorted, “Glad to know you’ve got some snark in you. Come on kid, let’s get you to safety.” He led you from the building as the others fought the guards and men there.

Safely secured in the Quinjet you leaned your head against the wall and relaxed in what felt like the first time in forever. You heard the others enter the Quinjet, but you couldn’t be bothered to open your eyes and look at them. Steve asked who you were and you heard Clint say that you were the only prisoner that they had.

“I can heal people,” you chimed in, the others turned to you, none of them realizing that you were still awake. You slowly opened your eyes and looked at them, took in the faces of the heroes you had seen on the news back home. “They kept me because I can heal people.”

Steve knelt down in front of you, “So you’re the asset we had intel on.”

You nodded your head, “Is that why you were there? To save me?”

“Yes and no,” he responded. “We were there to take down another HYDRA base, but we were also trying to learn more about you.”

“I’m Y/N,” you told him. “HYDRA kidnapped me when they learned what I could do.”

“Is it true that you can also teleport?” Natasha asked.

“Yep, but I can’t demonstrate any of that right now because they have me on some pretty heavy sedation medications. Let’s just say I was a very naughty prisoner and they liked to make sure I was too doped up to escape.” Your eyes began to flutter shut, “I’ll be in and out, wake me whenever we get to where we’re going.”

A few hours later someone gently nudged you awake and helped you inside. Natasha helped you to the med bay where Doctor Helen Cho looked over you and got you squared away.

When you woke up again your mind no longer felt cloudy or fogged by the drugs that had been in your system. You sat up and looked outside and discovered it was dark out. You rubbed your eyes and slipped out of bed to stand beside the window and just enjoy having a view for once.

“Hello Miss Y/L/N, I am F.R.I.D.A.Y., Mr. Stark’s AI. Is there anything you need? Shall I call for Doctor Cho?”

You shook your head, “I’m fine, F.R.I.D.A.Y., thank you.”

“Of course, please let me know if there is anything that you need,” then she was gone leaving you alone again.

You tore your eyes away from the window and looked around the room, it was much larger than your cell and you discovered a stack of clothes on the little couch situated on the opposite wall. On top there was a note from Tony that said he had gotten some clothes for you to change into whenever you were ready.

You pulled on the soft PJs not wanting to stay in the hospital gown you were wearing. It felt great to be back in a safe environment, to be wearing clean clothes, and not staying in a shoebox for a room. You wondered what would happen to you now. Would they send you away? Keep you here?

The door to your room opened and Doctor Cho stepped inside. “Oh good, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

You turned to face her, “I’m doing fine, I feel a hell of a lot better.”

She smiled at you, “That’s great. I’m going to check your vitals and I have some medicine that will help with your recovery. You need more Vitamin D and C, as well as potassium. I take it that HYDRA wasn’t treating you properly.”

You snorted, “They took care of me?”

Helen nodded, “I suspected as much. Kept you alive enough to do what they wanted but abused you so you wouldn’t be strong enough to escape.” She handed you a glass of water and a cup filled with pills. She told you what each one was before you took them. When you got to the last one she paused, “I know they kept you sedated and you don’t have to take this one but it’ll help you sleep if you need it. It’s Hydroxyzine which is an anxiety medication that will cause drowsiness.”

You looked at the teal colored tablet in your hand. “How long will it last?”

“For normal people? Twelve hours. I don’t know how it will affect you, your metabolism could work faster I’d need to run more tests to see.”

You put in back in the cup, not ready to venture down that road just yet. “Leave it, if I change my mind I’ll take it.”

She merely nodded and finished looking you over before bidding you goodnight and leaving your room.

When you woke up the next morning you got out of bed and decided to try and find some form of food. F.R.I.D.A.Y. offered her assistance and led you to the kitchen. When you opened the door you discovered that you weren’t the only one up. Steve was in the kitchen fixing a pot of coffee. He turned when he heard the door open.

“Hey, glad to see you up and moving around,” he said. “What would you like to drink?”

“Water’s fine,” you said. You took a seat at the breakfast bar and Steve passed you a bottle of water.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and said, “What do you want to eat?”

“Anything you have will be fine,” you felt bad because you felt like you were being a bother to him. “If you tell me where the things are I can make something for myself.”

“Nope, you just relax,” he insisted as he began making breakfast for himself and what seemed to be the rest of the team.

One by one the Avengers trickled into the room and grabbed their coffee, tea, water, orange juice, or whatever it was they drank in the morning and sat down. You eyed the door waiting for Pietro to enter the room, wondering if he would remember you or not.

Steve had just put a plate of food in front of you when the door to the kitchen opened again and Pietro strolled in. He paused when his eyes landed on you, “Who’s the newbie?”

“Piet,” Wanda said. “This is Y/N, the girl we saved from that HYDRA base.”

He nodded his head, “Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Pietro Maximoff.”

You gave a little wave and picked up your plate, “I think I’ll go back to my room and eat. Doctor Cho might come looking for me, I may have gone AWOL on her.” You slid off the bar stool and headed out of the room with the others staring after you.

Once in the hallway, you felt as if you could breathe a little. Pietro was alive and well and back with the Avengers. Your healing and portal had worked so all the months of torture seemed worth it to know that HYDRA hadn’t won that battle. And now they no longer had you so that was an added victory to the list.

“Hey!” You turned to see Pietro running toward you. When he reached you he seemed a little out of breath.

“I’m surprised to see you out of breath, I heard you can run faster than that without breaking a sweat,” you quipped hoping to deflect whatever it was that he had stopped you for.

“Oh well I did die and then I was brought back to life,” you stiffened wondering if he knew who you were. “I’m still healing from what Doctor Cho said.”

You nodded your head, it made sense. You had managed to bring him back from death, but that didn’t mean you had healed absolutely everything. You just needed to find a way to touch him without seeming odd. You weren’t sure if he would put two and two together.

While he never knew he was in the hands of HYDRA again there was still a way that he might figure out it was you that brought him back from death’s door. “Well I’m sure you’ll be back in tip top shape before too long,” you began walking again hoping that someone would save you from him.

“Why do I feel like I know you?” He asked as he kept pace beside you.

You shrugged, “Maybe I just have one of those faces.”

He shook his head, his eyes narrowing, “No it’s not that.”

“Y/N! There you are,” Helen came out of the med bay with her hands on her hips. “You should have had F.R.I.D.A.Y. contact me if you wanted to go get something to eat. You’re still not at full health yet.”

“Yes Doctor Cho,” you said like a scolded child, but there was a mischievous glint in your eye that told her you were not one bit remorseful about leaving your room.

“Come on then, let’s get you checked out so you can eat without me hovering.”

You turned to Pietro and waved goodbye before stepping into the safety of your room.

Pietro went back to the kitchen and sat down next to his sister. She looked over at him and saw the troubled look on his face, “You okay?”

He glanced at her, “I know her, I don’t know how, but I do. We’ve met before.”

Wanda frowned, “Where could you have met her?”

Pietro looked deep in concentration as he tried to figure out how he knew you. “I don’t know,” he said softly.

“We want to offer you a position here,” Tony was telling you. You were finally healed enough that you could leave if you wished to. “But I understand if you just want to leave and try to live a normal life. We’ll give you a new identity so that HYDRA can’t find you if you choose to leave.”

You knew that encounters with HYDRA could come after you again. Your abilities were valuable to them. “There would need to be ground rules,” you told him. “I am a human being, not a robot. I won’t do any healing unless it is absolutely necessary.”

Tony nodded, “Of course, we won’t make you do any unnecessary healing. You’ll be safe here with us, we’re a family.”

The two of you continued discussing what your job would entail and the type of training that you would need to undergo before you could go out in the field. He told you that if you didn’t want to you didn’t need to be in the brunt of the fighting.

Within the next few days, you began working out in the gym trying to regain your strength that you had lost in those two months as HYDRA’s captive. Pietro came in one day and watched you as you ran on the treadmill, you had earphones in and had no idea he was watching you. Wanda had noticed her brother watching you more and more, she wanted to help him figure out what was going on. Pietro had asked her not to interfere, but she never listened to him when he told her to do something.

Months passed and you still hadn’t opened up about your time with HYDRA. You avoided Pietro as much as possible, but you knew the others were curious about why you seemed to avoid him.

You trained with Steve and Natasha for hand to hand combat and then practiced healing on the others. Pietro was one of your patients because he seemed to injure himself the most, but it gave you an excuse to finish the healing you had started when HYDRA had the two of you. He would always looked at you as if he still couldn’t place how he knew you.

When you went to heal Wanda after a mission she slipped into your mind trying to figure out what it was that you were hiding. There she saw how you were captured by HYDRA and what they made you do. She gasped and stumbled backward, you stood there frozen, you had felt her in your mind.

“You,” Wanda breathed. “You brought Pietro back, you were the one that sent him to us.”

You scrambled for a way to deny it, but she had seen into your mind, there was no denying that. “Don’t tell him,” you pleaded.

She frowned in confusion, “Why are you keeping this from him?”

“It’s too much, I can’t take him being grateful for what I did. I don’t want him to feel like he owes me something because I almost gave my life to bring him back. I’m not a hero like you all, I only brought him back to save myself, yeah I let him go, but I knew they wouldn’t kill me once they knew I could bring people back from death.”

Wanda took your hands in hers, “He deserves to know. He’s been driving himself crazy trying to figure out who you are. On some level, he knows you did something to him.”

You pulled your hands away from hers and shook your head slowly backing away, “I can’t.” You turned and ran from the room.

You slammed your door shut and began packing a bag. It was too much. You threw clothes in a bag and grabbed anything else that you might need that you had acquired in your time with the Avengers. Opening a portal you glanced at your room one last time before stepping through the portal and ending up someplace else.

Wanda felt like something was off, she was going to give you some space before going to check on you and tell you that she was sorry for prying like she had. That she thought that you should still tell Pietro that it had been you that had saved him, but that she wouldn’t interfere any.

When she knocked on your door the feeling like something was off only grew more insistent. “Y/N, I’m coming in,” she announced. When she pushed the door open she discovered that your room was empty and it looked like you had packed in a hurry. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. where is she?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Maximoff, but I don’t know. She used her abilities and went through a portal. I can’t track her.”

Wanda cursed and ran out of the room and down the hall toward Steve’s room, “Y/N’s gone.”

“What? Where did she go?” Steve paused what he was doing and looked up at the panicked Wanda.

“I don’t know she used a portal and left,” Wanda said. “It’s my fault.”

Steve furrowed his brow, “How is it your fault?”

“She’s the one that saved Pietro, the one that sent him back to us,” she said.

“Who did?” Wanda turned to see Pietro standing there. “Who brought me back?”

“Y/N,” she said softly. “She freaked out when I found out it was her, she’s gone.”

“Gone?” Pietro moved closer to his sister, a frantic look in his eyes, “What do you mean gone?”

Wanda placed her hands on Pietro’s shoulders, “She ran away, she created a portal and is just… gone.”

Pietro’s heart started to pound a bit painfully in his chest, he could barely hear over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. He collapsed onto his knees, Wanda said his name frantically, she wasn’t sure if he was going to pass out or not.

He remembered now. He remembered you, right before he had been back in his sister’s arms, before the others had stared in shock as he had sat up, fully alive and rid of the bullet wounds they had last seen him with, there had been you. You had looked scared as you had pushed him through the portal, you had also looked like you were knocking on death’s door with how sickly you had looked.

He knew there had been something familiar about you, every time you healed him he felt it, in the little touches that you would sometimes give him. He knew that you were finishing the healing you had started back wherever the two of you were being held, the HYDRA compound where the others had found you.

That’s why he hadn’t been a hundred percent better until a few weeks after your arrival. Whatever you had done you hadn’t been able to finish because you had wanted to protect him from your captors.

How could he be such an idiot?

“Miss Y/N!” One of the little girls from the small town you were staying in was rushing toward you and your front yard where you were currently elbow deep in the dirt. The place hadn’t been the best kept when you had arrived, but it was looking better now that you had begun working on it.

You looked up and smiled at the little girl, “Hey Rani, how’s your brother?”

“He’s better thanks to you, Miss Y/N,” she said cheerfully.

You dusted the dirt off your hands, “What can I do for you, Rani?”

She pointed toward the main part of the town you had taken refuge in, “There’s a man here, he says he needs help.”

You stand and begin following Rani, the people in the town know about your abilities and they are grateful for your help when sometimes medicine just isn’t working. “Is it serious?”

She shook her head, “No, he’s not dying.” She takes you to the only hotel in the town and stops when you reach the lobby. There you spy familiar white hair and freeze. It can’t be. “He said he really needed to talk to you, and he gave me money for candy,” she wields the bundle of cash in her hand proudly, giving you a toothy smile.

You ruffled her hair, “What am I gonna do with you kid?”

She shrugged, “Don’t know.” Then she rushed off.

Squaring your shoulders you walk over to where Pietro is sitting, his leg bouncing as he waits for you. He knows there’s a chance that you’ll run again once you know he’s there, but he hopes you’ll stay so that the two of you can talk. He looked up when he heard you approach him. “Hey,” he said.

You paused, chewing on the inside of your cheek, “Hey.”

He stood and moved to stand a little closer to you, but still far enough away that you wouldn’t feel trapped, “Why did you run?”

You looked away from him, “I didn’t want your gratitude. I only did what they asked to save myself. I was being selfish.”

“But you could have died anyway, that couldn’t have been easy. I saw your face, I saw how you looked. It took Wanda telling me that it was you who saved me, but I remembered seeing you right before I was back with the others. You were scared.”

You were feeling very exposed, “Yeah I was. Because I didn’t know what else to do. I knew they would never let me escape after that. But at least you were free.”

His arms wrapped around you, “Thank you.”

You pushed him back, “No, I don’t want your gratitude, I told you, I don’t deserve it!”

“You do, you just don’t think you do,” he insisted. “But I will thank you as many times as I need to because whether you believe it or not you saved me even though you knew you could die.”

You wiped your eyes as the tears slowly began to fall down your cheeks, “Yeah well I didn’t want to be stuck in a cell alone with a dead guy.”

He laughed, “I can’t say I blame you.”

You looked up at him again, he was grinning at you, “So did you come to bring me back?”

He shrugged, “If you want to, I know Wanda and the others miss you.”

You raised an eyebrow, “And you?”

“Yeah, I miss you too,” he admitted.

You stretched out your hand to him, he hesitated but slipped his hand into yours. “I guess I should go pack then. Did you come by Quinjet?”

“No, plane…. Was kind of hoping you could portal us back home,” he said sheepishly.

You smirked, “You were that confident I would come back?”

“Maybe,” he said coyly.

You merely shook your head, “Maybe I’ll just shove you through again and go live somewhere else.”

“I’ll never stop searching for you, Y/N,” he said softly. You squeezed his hand and tried to hide your smile from him, but he noticed.

The moment you stepped foot back in the compound Wanda threw her arms around you and squeezed you tightly. “Don’t ever do that again!”

“I won’t, Wan,” you promised.

The others greeted you warmly, happy to see you safe and sound again. Pietro stayed close by your side the entire time you got acquainted with the others, the girls noticed and grinned at one another.

Pietro followed you back to your old room and sat and listened to the stories you had acquired over the months that you had been away from the compound. You hadn’t always lived in the village that he had found you in. The two of you stayed in your room for the rest of the night until you fell asleep curled up next to Pietro.

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namjoonchronicles · 5 years

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Hi lovey!!! Hope you are alright! Let’s see how you are gonna kill me with Namjoon and 4# ;) kiss kiss and thank you for Drabble night

4. “Do you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?”

“Have you got your lunchbox?”

“Yup.”

“The transportation card?”

“Right here.”

Nine years old. A little chubby for his age. But always the good son.

“Today goes as planned okay? Since I can’t fetch you at school at noon, you’ll take the 105 bus to the train and stopped at the second last station and take a 22 bus route home, yes?”

“Yes mom,” he groaned, puffing his cheeks as he fix the bag straps on his shoulder over his winter jacket. He looks up, those doe brown eyes notices that you are rubbing the back of your neck. Hasn’t the sore died down when he asked?

“Mom, do you need a massage?” He asked.

And far in your thoughts, there was a deafening whisper of something similar, translucent with time, gritty and full of weight, coming with a dimpled smile impossible to forget entirely,

“Do you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?”

Hyun’s big doe eyes brought you back in recent time, a skip in your heart when you remembered that you’re far from that memory. But also so close. You retracted your hand from it and forced out a smile while pouring away the rest of the coffee into the sink, “It’s become a habit... plus. It happens often when I’m stressed, you know that, Hyun. Come on, let’s go.”

You snatch your bag and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear, yanking the front door open and halting halfway to exclaim, “The car ke—“

“—I got it,” your son yelps.

Your car halts in front of the school gates and instead of you reminding all the things he needs to do, Hyun is nagging you.

“And don’t put your phone silent, because then I call you don’t hear them and then you come at me saying I don’t tell you stuff. And remember to put the brakes up when you park. And drink lots of water just as much as you drink coffee...” “Hyun...” “And the extra house key is in the dashboard. I put charging cables in your bag so your phone don’t run out of batteries...” “Hyun I—“ “There’s extra migraine pills in the top drawer of your desk, remember to take those vitamins...” “Hyun, I’m the mom here okay... and why,” you looked around the view of the school and saw many elder men coming and entering the school. “I hope things work out with you and grandma today, it be nice to have a grandparent,” Hyun’s sausage finger curls around the door handle and lift it open when you tilt your head to the side and smiled, asking out of curiosity, “How did you know about that?”

Hyun shuts the door and you opened the car window.

“You’re not the only smart one in this house,” he stuck out his tongue at you and you did the same. As you drive away, you remembered that you didn’t ask him about the men that are coming to school. Was there an event you missed out on?

Pulling next to the school’s guard who is controlling the traffic, you inquired him politely.

“Oh! It’s Bring Your Dad To School Day...”

Engine purrs to a stop once it arrives at the parking spot. The car beeps as the car unlocks all its doors but you sat frozen in place. Eyes wide and leaning your head back to the head rest in the car alone. Hyun didn’t tell you. He could have a skipped the day but he didn’t. Your selfishness and fear are what brought this to place.

And it is also what made you and your mother stopped talking to each other. It had been 10 years since March on Hyun’s birthday that you meet your parents. Their conservative upbringing made you stray away from them for fear that they wouldn’t accept you for what you’ve done.

But eventually, they find out that you’ve been raising Hyun alone when he turns 3. And they did hurt you by saying that you’ve raised a fatherless child. Honestly, you didn’t care. You can be called a whore or a rich men’s mistress—other people’s assumptions of you doesn’t matter because you know the whole truth. And today, you hoped, you could be truthful. And honestly, being away from your mom is tiring world to live in.

“Mom...” you called and she snapped her head around, smiling. Sharing a long awaited hug felt wholesome. You don’t feel as alone anymore. There’s a comfort in knowing that you could rely on someone.

“How’s Hyun?” She asked, her wrinkles show when her lips curl into a smile and you hurried to yor bag because you remembered Hyun made her something. It was a paper crane and a heart origami.

Your mom touches it with the tip of her fingers, and then fully into her palms, truly appreciating them. Her eyes twinkles.

“He is very into origamis nowadays... I’m going to take him to pottery class soon, it seems he’ll enjoy them,” you bit your smile feeling proud of your child.

“Has he... ever asked about his,” your mom stammered.

“His dad?” You finished her sentence with a beaming face to feign whatever it is in your heart, “Once. Now that he understand, he doesn’t pester me as much. I felt that he would want to know so I told him the truth.”

Your mother extends her hand and covered yours to give it a little squeeze.

“What really happened to Hyun’s dad?”

You blinked a few times. And memories flooded from where it had been buried for a decade. There was a time where you decide that being alone might not be so bad. And somewhere during that time, someone convinced you that life was meant to be shared.

And his name was Kim Namjoon. And he had doe brown eyes.

He is everything. The most captivating mind you have ever met. He sits at the same spot every lecture. He has a lot of friends and quite a chatterbox. Always in tune with the small army of friends he has. Passion that overflows, tall, charismatic, firm handshake. The kind that everyone wants to be associated with. Charming. Alluring. Magnetizing.

An exhibition that you attended far from town shed all of that image of him. Namjoon likes wood, nature and crabs. Namjoon like sweet things and had a deep thought about skies. Namjoon likes flowers and planets and everything in between. And Namjoon notices you.

“Why?” “I guess it makes you very noticeable. Because you bear a soul and not a mask... when you talk about social understanding and reasoning behind things people find confusing, you speak... faster and louder.” “You find it stupid...” you accused, tipping your head to the side away from him. “W-what, no! I think its amazing and I want to hear more than you let out,” Namjoon stammered almost panicking. “Nobody cares about why and if they do, they probably had given up because the numbers keep rising. Teenagers and drugs are seen as normal but it’s not!”

The edges of Namjoon’s lips twitch into a smile, because if you didn’t know who he was, you wouldn’t remember the topic of the event he spoke on. Namjoon rakes on numbers of drug addicts that are in their teenage years and penalties that could be propose to reduce the numbers. His deductions were achievable—in theory but in execution? You doubted it.

“You disagree about the penalties?” “Wrong. I was sceptical of it,” you start to walk and he followed, “All these years, the government proposes using money to taunt youngsters not to take drugs, but has it work? Imprisonment, fines, getting kicked out of schools doesn’t help them—it worsens them. Should I continue or are you already bored?”

Namjoon’s phone rang. He took one perplexed look and replied a message before he answers you. And while you explain, another call arrives. And another. And another.

Until finally,

“I think the discussion should stop here. You’re obviously very busy and I obviously have overstayed the exhibition...” you took a look at your watch and the exhibition worker starts closing down. Has it really been that long? Where did the time go?

“Are you,” he raises his voice as the distance between you two increases, “Are you free tomorrow? I’d really love to continue this. In day light where its appropriate.”

“No,” you shake your head, “Tomorrow we’ll be back in college where you are THE Kim Namjoon and I’m the girl at the far corner judging everyone with my thick full rimmed glasses, no I’m not free.” Your heels swung around, giving him your back and you waved.

But Namjoon is persistent. He passed notes. Asking you for your number and you gave him a pizza place hotline. You thought he will eventually gave up. But no. He actually ordered the pizza at noon the next day and have it personally delivered to you with a huge marker asking for your number yet again. You ate the pizza but passed him a middle finger up across the room when he was smiling in triumph thinking he had won this game. He looks at you fondly while you glare at him across the hall.

“I like a challenge,” he grins at the view of your back.

After that, he starts showing up everywhere. Your lectures, the libraries, the cafe you frequent in, even your lunch spot—literally everywhere. Notes left on your car, in your books, in your bags and one time in your shoes. He really is trying to annoy you like this.

He was speaking to his friends, making big gestures with his hands when you tapped his shoulder and he spun around. You expected him to give you a smug smile but he looks a little frightened, perhaps a little shy. His ears turned red.

You didn’t let that stop you. You slammed a yellow post-it note on his grey shirt right above his heart and he blinked at you as you walked away. His friends are teasing him but all he could hear is his own heartbeat in his ears.

He would text you about his day and make appointments that he calls engagement and at first it was for educational purposes; watching Ice Age reruns for environmental concerns, rare art exhibitions across the city for appreciation towards classic arts, poetry reading to study social engagements—and then the ‘appointments’ turn to, ‘going there because you’ve never been’ trips.

Comic-con. Comic book stores. Watching his animes. Accompanying him to find his KAWS collection. Forest parks. Nursery. Botany farms. Scuba diving. Snorkelling even when he couldn’t swim. Teaching him how to swim. Going to pottery class. Cooking class where he almost burns the hall. Accompanying him to his driving lessons which he failed every time but passes the theory test. Cheering him up because he failed driving lessons. Cheering him up because he sulked about you not telling him you had a medical check-up. Going for icecream trips in winter. Going for bike rides in Autumn. Taking pictures of him by the blossoming Sakura trees in Spring. Taking him to the beach in Summer.

“We’re just friends,” It will break him and you knew. But you didn’t care. When he wakes up and this will all be a dream.

But he woke up and gave you a call. Many calls. Until finally you answered.

“Hey,” he sounded so soft, “Where you went, I woke up and you weren’t here, I called you so many times...”

“We just started a life as a working adult, and everything that happened are just stress...” your pace begins to hasten.

“What are you talking about... it’s not just one time,” Namjoon dug his hand into one pocket, looking out the window of his office.

“It happens between two people and it’s nothing alright.I don’t want you to get any ideas if our relationships should be more than this,” you clenched your eyes shut and stopped in your tracks, “Don’t look for me. Don’t call me ever again.”

End call.

Your mother takes the brim of the cup to her lips.

“And when I got the positive pregnancy test finally, I got rid of him. I changed my number, my address, moved cities with my job and gave birth to Hyun,” you fiddled with your fingers.

“Why did you do that?”

“I wanted a baby that is mine. And mine alone. And I know I wanted his and no one else. I got what I wanted. I can offer him nothing more...I’m undependable. I don’t believe in marriage and this is the closest thing I get to have children of my own. I always wanted to be a mom, not a wife,” you explained.

“Does he know he has a kid?”

You shook your head. Eventhough deep in your heart you knew that he must have found out somehow or felt that he was a father. But what can he do? Hyun is yours and yours alone. Or so you’d like to believe.

“Hyun? It’s your turn...” Hyun looks outside and smiled brightly. Marching into the room with a three-piece suit, looking dashing as ever, was Kim Namjoon.

“Hello, and good morning, I’m Kim Namjoon and I’m Hyun’s dad.”

hi! i recognise your username! thank you for always supporting me! it’s a slight long drabble, because I had a story like this in my head for so long... I hope you like it!

#drabble_games #drabble_games2:parenting #namjoon #bts

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hoopdiddies · 5 years

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I'm Not Over You // Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 6)

A/N: Y'all I'm so mad cos this is my third attempt in posting this and hoping it would appear as I load my page. Btw, thanks to everyone who supported this series so far, your comments and reblogs really hype me up to write more even when I don't feel like a confident writer ☺ ☺

Summary: You had always loved Ben ever since you two met in university and became the best of friends. That feeling went out like a candle flame when the two of you parted ways until he re-entered your life...but this time with someone who has already occupied his heart.

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, a hangover, fluff, slight swearing and angst.

Word count : 3k+

Tags: @haendel-me-with-care , @mrsdoradominguez-barnes , @mickmoon

Parts: 5 , 4 , 3 , 2 , 1

(Edited)

The first thing you usually expect the second you wake up is the sinking feeling of your plush mattress cradling your entire body, down to the last, visible patch of skin. Your room laced and embellished with an aesthetic ray of sunshine seeping through the gaps of the beige curtains, the light subtly refracting off of every daft corner.

But your current location bodes the contrary. You run your hand over the fabric you're laying on, the familiarity of it arousing you to sit up, ultimately finding yourself on the couch in your living room.

Just as you begin questioning why you're here and not in your own sleeping quarters, a blunt ache spreads in your head and you bring your hands up to your hair, pulling on the roots at the sudden, morning agony. You let out a gritty groan at the throbbing sensation, like someone is bashing you in the head with a hammer that's travelling in the speed of sound. You fall back onto the couch in a low cry to numb the pain, but blessed to find the Aspirin Joe had left last night on the coffee table for you to take– but you don't remember that.

You don't think twice before swiping it from the tray, desperate to alleviate the throbbing. You pop the pill in your mouth and wash it down with the glass of water from the tray, gasping as you feel it swirl down your system. In a breath of relief, you place the glass back on the tray and try to recall every bit that's happened last night.

You get one thing straight; you were heavily drunk and of course, waking up with an apparent hangover decreases your chances of remembering anything the previous night. However you do recall some stuff. Two of them being the moment you had your first drink with your colleagues and Joe arriving a minute after you had your seventh swig, respectively. You wonder if he was the one that took you back.

He has to be. Who else would put essentials, Chinese food and a cup of coffee on the table with a note that has been signed with a blotted 'Joe'?

You wonder where he is at the moment, if ever he's gone home or just presently in the bathroom. As soon as your headache subsides, you get off from the couch, grunting as you stretch your limbs from the position you slept in. You pull on your collar and take a whiff of sweat, perfume and vodka all merged into one, pungent emission. You grimace to yourself, hurriedly making your way to the bathroom to wash up, swearing to never drink like that again.

Upon stepping foot in front of the door, you grab onto the knob and put very little to no thought of what's about to unfurl, twisting it open only to be greeted by a hard bump on your first step in. You yelp as you stumble forward, expecting to greet the floor with a bone breaking kiss yet something hard and meaty cushions you from underneath instead. You lift your head up and lo, you've landed on no other than Ben's clothed chest.

Or rather Ben himself.

What the fuck is he doing here?!

No longer holding back that gasp, you prop yourself up on your hands that are on either side of Ben's head, his face dangerously close to yours with his hot breath fanning against your cheeks.

Since you have both landed on the moist tiles of the bathroom, getting up in a prim position is not going to be an easy task.

"Oh god, um, h-hey." You, unfortunately,utter quickly, your stutter evident. You're an inch away from kissing him and apparently, running out of breath from supporting yourself on your arms, plus your hands are gradually slipping on the tiles thereby lowering you even further.

Ben's bright, green eyes remain as comically wide as they could ever be, the corner of his lips twitching to a small smile as he responds with a hoarse yet guttural, "Good morning."

You have to admit one way or another, his messy, blond hair flopping on all sides and shaping his face in that manner must be illegal.

You shift just an inch to plant your fingers firm on the tiles, hoping to throw yourself off of him by the time you get a good angle to start from. Ben notices your struggle and suggests something else with his cheeks growing redder by the second.

"I'm going to pretend that this isn't awkward and allow you to just fall."

You give him small glimpses due to the agonizing proximity between your faces. "That's a terrible idea. I'm going to end up mushing your face and I know you wouldn't want that."

"You're slipping. You can't launch yourself up in that position." He mutters quickly with how fast you're sinking into him. Counting, you have at least a few seconds before your arms give in to the pressure and you make unwanted contact with Ben's face.

"Come on, Y/N. Joe would be furious by the time he returns and you're not up yet." He teases you and you feel his breath growing hotter along with his accelerated heartbeat as you de-escalate. You wish you could hit Ben for making fun of the situation right now. Rolling your eyes heavenward, you drop your head low and let your arms slide open, your face landing right into the crook of Ben's neck with your upper body slamming against his chest, the impact pushing out a low grunt from him.

Your breath against his neck has left him oddly shivering but you don't notice.

A success, you throw yourself off of him and haul him up along with you. "I won't tell Joe as long as you don't tell Rosy." He banters and you smack his chest playfully. He thanks you and asks how you're feeling after such a night.

You shrug. "I'm fine now after taking that Aspirin."

"Joe's gone out to buy breakfast. The two of us kinda crashed here for the night to look after you." A little bashful, Ben rubs his nape and it makes your heart skip a beat.

"That's thoughtful of you, boys. But what about-" a certain memory flashes in your mind and you recall spotting Ben with Rosy at the pub last night. You don't hesitate to ask him about the possibility of Rosy questioning his whereabouts, leaving out the bit of you seeing them both at the pub. "What about Rosy?"

Ben walks out of the space with you and leans against the wall. "Don't worry, she knows I'm with you and Joe."

You stop yourself from asking him any more questions to avoid friction, especially since you're still hung up on his engagement. You nod and re-enter the bathroom to rinse yourself, pausing halfway to peer at him over your shoulder, a smug smile present in your expression. "Your cologne was insulting."

Ben gives half a shrug, pursing his lips proudly at the fact. "Yours was not bad either, the vodka highlighted it." He chuckles and you tut, closing the door and facing the vanity mirror with your hands clutched on either side of the sink.

You scoff at the fading, crimson glow in your cheeks, even so at the fact that Ben's was just as bright as yours and he could've passed as a tomato at that moment. But that blush was born out of awkwardness.

Yours meant something else.

It definitely is a weird morning.

Half an hour later, Joe returns with a paper bag full of fruits and is welcomed by the sight of Ben having a quiet cup of decaf on the couch, man spreading and waiting for life to happen.

"Hey, mate." Ben greets without bothering to turn his head around. Joe narrows his eyes at your absence from the spot Ben is now kicking back on. "Hey. Where's Y/N?"

"Loo. She's taken the aspirin by the way."

Joe nods, blinking twice. He pads towards the kitchen with the paper bag cradled in his arms, setting them down on the counter and pulling out two apples. Right after wiping your face dry, you step out of the bathroom fresh and sling your face towel around your neck, seeing Joe and Ben chat up with bitten apples in hand. You approach them and take out a seat from the edge of the table, darting your eyes at either of them. "Quick question. What are you boys waiting for exactly?"

"Just for you to finish up. I bought some fruits by the way." Joe reminds you with his mouth full.

"You didn't have to?"

He sighs, less than willing to feel defeated. "But I wanted to, besides," a sly glint twinkles in Joe's eye as he furtively flicks his eyes at Ben who is across him, "I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't. My baby's got a hangover and she needs her vitamins." If it were only possible to do an effective spit-take with your own saliva, you would have done it by now. Pretty sure you could hear Ben's breath hitch in his throat.

You don't want to draw your brows together as a reaction to that, it might give away the lie. As much as you want to protest and possibly nudge Joe for not giving you a heads up, this was your doing in the first place and Joe's just keeping up with it, by somehow trying to make Ben jealous...and slightly uneasy. You nod slowly, reaching out to snatch Joe's apple and taking a huge crunch of it as it takes up all the courage you've dredged not to break eye contact with him, before handing it back to a stunned Joe. "Now you're a good boyfriend." You click your tongue and wink back at him, walking away to change your clothes.

Ben would be lying to himself if he denies getting dazed as you gave Joe the eye. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, clearing his throat at how unusual that was. Of course, that was just you playing along and you feel as if you've tainted yourself with that flirtatious ogle.

Throwing a fresh shirt on, your phone lights up with a notification. You find that it's from the institution and it's been a while since they've emailed you.

Apparently your date of departure has been rescheduled to the 26th of February and it's a relief to know that you have a month left to gather important papers and prepare your passport. You tuck your phone away and exit your bedroom. You and the boys talk for a while and share some laughs as you whip up fruit smoothies in the kitchen, the messy tendencies far from being absent between every taunt.

Soon after finishing your drinks and helping you clean up the mess you've made in the kitchen, they remind you of a certain event they'd want to drag you along to.

"What is it? " You ask, wiping your hands.

Joe flails his arms as he gushes. "The Oscars! BoRhap has been put up as potential candidate, according to Brian."

Your eyes widen along with the smile on your face. "No way! Really?"

Ben grins even wider. "Yes, really! The possibility of Rami bringing home a 'Best Actor' award would be huge! I mean, you've seen the film thrice with me, surely you can conclude that his-"

"His performance was flawless. Yes Ben, I said that the first time I saw the film." You trail him off humorously and shift your pleased gaze at either of them. "I'm so happy for you, guys. Really. Rami's not the only one that's deserving of the award. You all do. I'm suing if they don't call the rest of you up the stage."

They let out a prolonged yet soft 'aww' at your faith in them, bringing you in for a tight hug. You enjoy the bliss for a few seconds before letting go.

"By they way, Y/N. When are you leaving?" Your expression flits faster than you could command it to as Joe puts up the question.

Be still, my throbbing fist.

You feel your heart quicken as Ben's smile slowly vanishes, looking mildly confused. "Leaving? What do you mean?"

You never told Joe about keeping it a secret from Ben the first time, the only person you told was Lucy. Taking advantage of Joe's delay to answer, you quickly dive in to speak. "Leaving for...a retreat!"

Not being the answer he expected, Joe opens his mouth to protest, but you give him the look to zip it and luckily, he does, opting to hear the explanation of the your decision later. You turn to Ben whose face couldn't contort any further from being baffled. You reassure him softly. "We're hosting a retreat at work this February. Just a few days out of town."

I suck at lying.

Ben could only ever mouth a soundless 'oh' as a response. Guilt dreads you from inside, knowing very well the pointlessness of hiding something important as you leaving to study medicine abroad from Ben. Your best friend. It sounds melodramatic and you're well aware of that but the possibility of the spark of your friendship going out the moment he says 'I do' is just inevitable.

You feel it in your gut and never have your intuition failed you.

Zoning out momentarily with the boys being oblivious to it, you faintly hear Joe ask Ben the date of his wedding. Your heart races at his significant mention of date. "Rosy and I have been planning it for a week now and decided on the 26th."

"This month?"

"February, mate."

The days went by fast. You felt like a bee working your ass off nonstop for nearly a month. Sure you got breaks, in the summit of weekends but you could rarely enjoy every passing second with a hodgepodge of obligations in mind. You just got off work with extra cash to purchase a new bag to use for when you depart, despite you being scheduled on the 26th of this month. The date didn't put you on edge before Ben's announcement of his wedding date and now, you can't help but worry.

You walk along the lines of luggage bags on display, finally picking out a silver one with the appropriate space to fill. You ask the sales clerk for the price and she tells you it's in no more than 150 pounds, which is enough. While waiting in line to pay, you brush arms with a slightly, taller figure, not bothering to look at them as you apologize.

"Y/N?"

That voice. You dart your eyes to your left, having your mood alter as you find Rosy smiling at you. "Oh. Hey, Rosy. What are you doing here?" You question, nearly impassive. Not that you aren't thrilled to run into her here - not that you are as well - but the best friend versus fiancee cliche is just not something you wanted to deal with in the first place.

"Just purchasing this purse," she waves a silver purse laced elegantly with sequins it before you, "what have you got there?" She gestures to the luggage bag you're holding. You restrain yourself from giving her the 'what does it look like, dumbass' face and answer monotonously, sighing. "Luggage...bag."

"Ah, any plans for the month to be in need of that?"

"Uh yeah. A retreat." Definitely not.

Rosy bobs her head slowly and you take a step forward, your turn coming up. "That's great. Ben and I are flying to LA this weekend to find a venue for our wedding, you know," she gives you a saccharine smile and your stomach churns, not from the news - it's nothing new - but at her delivery. It's as if she's reminding you of the line between you and Ben, and that you should always remain at the end of your line. You're pretty aware of that, you always have been that a reminder is never needed. Your eyes flicker briefly to her right hand by accident, catching an emerald-crusted, engagement ring glistening around her ring finger. The sight of it leaves a hard lump in your throat.

"That's nice. You're really having your wedding outside the country, huh?"

"Why wouldn't we?"

You shrug, pursing your lips and taking a step forward, nearly reaching the counter. "Nothing against it. I just think the expenses would be too much."

She scoffs at you, flipping her red hair to the side in an indirect yet uppity manner. "You know, Ben was right about you being the thrifty one. That's where he got it from."

You're not having any of this today. "It's an honor, in all honesty." You retort with a sarcastic smile before taking the spot in front of the registrar, your response turning Rosy a little sour. After the cashier sticks the receipt to the handle of the luggage bag, you drag it along with you but pause as Rosy reminds you smugly.

"You're invited, remember that."

It almost seems as if she knows how you feel about Ben and on top of that, she's handing you the reminder on purpose to prod you to your limit but you couldn't care less about what she thinks. She's got him. What else does she want?

When you first thought she wouldn't mesh with Ben well, your gut really stood out. But Ben loves her for possibly a couple of reasons and with nothing particularly overlooked so you have no choice but to accept that she will be playing a huge part in his life.

Their wedding day is the day you leave anyway, so that advantage has saved you the pain and the killer heels. It should be the very least of your worries.

You brush off her words and set a course for home, eager to slam the door shut and sleep through the entire stress.

On your way to your car, your phone rings for the seventh time today and you answer, opening the trunk to put your luggage bag in. "Hello?"

"You know it's stupid, I'm just behind you and this feels pointless."

You turn on your heels quickly and shake your head in bemusement even with your blood rushing headlong, putting your phone back into your pocket and nearly throwing a fist at Ben who's laughing from the shock on your face as you turned around.

How convenient.

I was just thinking of you.

"You idiot, what brings you here? I thought you had a convention to go to or something."

He jerks his shoulders up and takes a few steps closer to you. "Just took off from it. I came by to pick up Rosy."

It has become a challenge to maintain the look you have on right now. "Ah. Kinda ran into her back there."

"Really? What were you buying?"

Your nose crinkles as the breeze blows against your face. "Just a luggage bag."

He hooks his thumbs into his pockets, altering his stance. "For that retreat thing?"

"Yeah. Anyway, you should get in. What kind of fiance are you waiting out instead of making an effort to find her in there?" You taunt him a little and he brings his hand up to his mouth, covering it as to hide the grin that's taken shape. "I'll be in after asking you if you want to tag along to the awards."

You gawk mindlessly at him for a ticking second, scoffing. "For real? No, Ben. You know me. Award ceremonies and parties, especially the ones mostly filled with people who hold their noses up high, are not my strong suit." You express lightly, raising your hand up at him as you politely decline. The amused look on his face is one thing you wish to wipe off but enjoy beholding nevertheless. "Come on. You don't like parties but you've been to mine."

"That's because I did it for you."

"Would you go to this one for me too?" He's pulled off a look that would be hard for you to say no to. You stare up at his hooded eyes with one brow creased, weighing in mind your decision. You sigh in defeat, hoisting your hands up in surrender. "Fine!"

He pumps his fist in the air and cheers. "Yes! Joe's gonna be thrilled with this too."

"Pfft, why?"

"Um, he's your boyfriend? And he needs his date? You're doing this for him mostly? " He reminds you once more in a 'duh' tone, underlining it as a question in answer. It would take you the will of a warrior to resist whacking him in the face with your luggage bag but you're certain you've done that in an alternate timeline somehow. You cross your arms together and turn around to the driver's seat.

"So are you down really?" Ben questions one more time in a nervous tone, making sure of your willingness to go. You climb into your car and slam the door close, rolling down your window and lifting your brows at him, noting. "24th. I got it."

He flashes a contented beam at you and waves slowly. "I'll see you soon." One reassuring nod from you and you turn on your ignition, stepping on the gas and driving just a few feet away from him. You stop the car midway through the exit and peer at the outside mirror through which you see Rosy leap into Ben's arms happily, having him lower her afterwards for a sweet kiss. It doesn't take you a couple of seconds to look away and continue down the road, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat.

The sight still takes a toll on you.

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missnmikaelson-main · 5 years

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Consequences Part 6

Summary: What do you do when your old frenemy threatens to cut off your army at the source? Obviously you abscond with the doppelganger in the dead of night, but every action has consequences. Pairing: Klaus x Elena Word Count: 2356

Elena sniffed before her nose wrinkled and she was forced to turn her head away. She closed her eyes and swallowed down her rising nausea. She ran her fingers back through her hair and sipped from the glass of water.

“You have to eat, Elena,” Elijah nodded to the frittata in front of her.

“I don’t think I can,” her stomach shifted violently.

“Try, please,” he placed the fork in her hand and started skimming the paper, “you haven’t eaten a thing since leaving Greece. Eat,” he glanced up to find her in a staring contest with her plate, “it’s the least you can do after I slaved over a hot stove.”

Elijah hid his smile behind the paper when he heard her strangled laugh.

Elena rolled her eyes and dutifully took a bite. Chewing slowly she swallowed took a drink of water.

“Happy, now?” She broke off another small piece. It wasn’t too bad if she took small bites and chewed slowly.

Elena would never admit it but the food was helping her settle her nausea.

“Ecstatic,” Elijah murmured around the rim of his coffee cup.

Elena rolled her eyes. She had nearly finished the late breakfast when Kol strode into the kitchen and dropped into a kitchen chair.

“Pack your bags, darling,” he snagged a piece of frittata, “we’re bound for the states.”

Elena gave him a pointed look when she lifted her water glass.

“Right, sorry,” Kol cleared his throat, “your bags are in Greece.”

Elena’s foot jiggled under the table.

“Where are we going?” Elijah pulled his phone from his pocket to book the plane.

“As long as it’s not Mystic Falls I’m happy,” Elena stood up. She laid her hands on the table and paused when the room spun.

“Are you alright, love?” Kol dropped his fork.

“Fine,” she exhaled when the dizzy spell passed and carried the dishes to the sink. “Where are we going?”

“Louisiana,” Kol returned to his breakfast while keeping an eye on the brunette.

“Is there a problem with going home Elena?” Elijah texted the pilot and put the phone away when he got the reply.

“You mean aside from the exes who tried to kill me,” Elena returned to the table, “and then acted like it wasn’t a big deal that they were going to turn me into a vampire? You know I’m fairly certain if Klaus hadn’t snatched me in the middle I’d be dead right now.”

“You certainly wouldn’t be pregnant,” Kol smirked. His eyes grew round when she knocked his water glass into his lap.

“Oops,” Elena rolled her eyes when Elijah placed the vitamin in her palm. She tilted her head and reached for her own glass. “You would have been that father, wouldn’t you?”

“I beg your pardon?” He struggled not to laugh while Kol wiped up the worst of the mess with a napkin.

“You know,” Elena grimaced when she swallowed the pill, “the overbearing father to be that makes sure I never miss a dose of my medicine.”

“Nah,” Kol snickered, “Elijah’s just overbearing.”

Elena rolled her eyes. She folded her hands in her lap and leaned back in her chair.

“What’s in Louisiana?” She turned her head when she heard a car in the driveway.

“Potential answers,” Kol pulled her to her feet.

“Too fast,” Elena clutched his hand and the back of her vacated chair.

“Honestly Kol,” Elijah shook his head. “Try to keep in mind that she is pregnant.”

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Elena stared out the window of the car on the short drive to the air strip. The food had helped her nausea enough that she could think about other things, and since she knew she was not being delivered to Mystic Falls she was able to think about what was happening to her body.

She knew it was ridiculous but she could have sworn she could feel the cells multiplying rapidly in her uterus. She knew the brothers saw when her hand settled over her abdomen, but her brain was too occupied to think about their eyes on her.

She was having a baby. She was having a baby with one of the most dangerous men on the planet.

How was he going to react when she finally saw him again?

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Klaus flashed through the house. He growled when he finally stopped in the kitchen and caught the lingering smell: Elena, Elijah, and Kol.

They had been there several hours before, but he had no way of knowing where they were now. All he knew was that they had left at some point and that it was unlikely they would return to Inverness.

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They had been in the air for several hours when Elena broke her silence. She had been thinking of all of the possible ways Klaus would take the news of his impending fatherhood.

She knew he wouldn’t believe it at first and that she’d have to remind him of the circumstances of the last two months. She had no idea how he would react after that though. He had wanted her to have children so he could have another doppelganger. Somehow she couldn’t picture him holding a child of his own.

She thought of many things when she thought of Klaus Mikaelson: sarcasm, distrust, and loyalty, and intelligence, fear of abandonment, arrogance and mind-blowing sex. She associated Klaus with many things but children were not on the list.

What kind of father would the guy with severe father issues be?

Her head whipped around to face Elijah who was perusing a book.

“Does he know where I am?”

“Who?” Elijah marked his page.

“Klaus,” Elena tucked her damp hair behind her ear. She had been pleasantly surprised when the plane had a shower and had spent thirty minutes letting the hot water work the tension from her shoulders. “Does Klaus know where I am?”

“No,” Elijah shook his head, “he has no idea.”

“Well I’m assuming if you didn’t tell him that you didn’t mention the baby,” Elena shivered. She reached up and closed the air vent.

“You would be correct,” Kol passed her a blanket from the overhead bin.

Elena wrapped the soft material around her shoulders and curled into a tight ball. “We’re either of you going to tell him where you were taking me?”

“I hadn’t planned to,” Elijah closed his book when she yawned. “Of course that was when I was under the impression you were being held against your will.”

“I wasn’t,” Elena blinked tiredly.

“I know that now,” Elijah watched her eyes droop. “We can call when we land.”

“Which will be when?” She struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Six hours,” Kol checked his watch. “We don’t meet the witch until tomorrow night, so we should have just enough time to get you some new clothes.”

“I had plenty of clothes,” Elena shot him a tired glare.

“Look at it this way,” Kol smirked, “if you ever take a trip to Greece you won’t have to pack.” He laughed when Elena rolled her eyes. “Aren’t most woman usually thrilled with the prospect of shopping?”

“Typically it’s an enjoyable activity,” Elena sighed, “not a necessary one.”

“Again, sorry,” Kol lifted his hands.

“Again?” Elena scoffed. “I’m pretty sure that’s the first time you’ve said it.” Her eyes snapped open when her body was lifted into the air. “What are you doing?”

“Putting you to bed,” Kol kicked open the door and laid her down.

“You know I can walk right?” Elena curled on her left side and bunched the pillow under her head.

“I know,” he chuckled, “but last time you stood up on your own you started vomiting.”

“I was sick,” she mumbled into the pillow. She didn’t hear his reply.

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Elena drew in a deep breath and tightened the muscles in her stomach. She struggled with the button on the dark denim before ripping the jeans down her legs with a huff. She pressed her lips together to stifle her annoyed scream and threw the material into the corner of the dressing room.

“Everything alright, darling?”

She kicked the denim for good measure before ripping open the dressing room door and glaring up at him with angry tears in her eyes. She had never been the type of girl to cry over a little gained weight, but the sudden shift in sizes made her angry. She would have to remember to pick up a book on pregnancy at some point to look up what was normal in terms of weight.

“No,” her voice cracked, “everything is not alright. Nothing fits.”

“Did you select the correct size?” Kol immediately regretted the question when the tears spilled.

“Of course I got the right size,” Elena shrieked. “I’ve been the same size for the last two years. I know what size I am.” Her hands waved wildly. She grunted when her fingers hit the door and cradled her hand to her chest.

“Your body is changing, Elena,” Elijah tilted his cell phone towards his shoulder, “might I suggest the next size up.”

“I’m not supposed to change that fast,” she shook her head before leaning against the door frame. “The tops still fit,” she waved her hand towards the sleeveless tunic she was wearing.

“Well,” Kol tilted his head, “I’ve not been around many expectant mothers, but I’m fairly certain the weig…” He trailed off under the intensity of Elena’s glare. Clearing his throat he took a small step back and held out his hand. “What size are you?”

“Eight,” Elena swiped away her tears. “Thank you,” she murmured when Elijah pressed a linen handkerchief into her hand. She dried her cheeks and nodded to the phone. “Is there any answer?”

“Niklaus,” Elijah didn’t get a chance to reply before the call connected.

“Where the bloody hell is she?”

“I think I’ll wait until you adopt a civil tone to talk,” Elijah rolled his eyes and took some of the rejected clothes from the dressing room.

“I know Elena is with you. I could smell all three of you in Inverness.” There was a brief pause where Elijah could hear Klaus struggle to calm his breathing. “If anything has happened to her I’ll dagger the both of you.”

“Elena is perfectly…” he paused when he saw her pull the edges of the top over her slightly swollen stomach, “… fine.”

“You hesitated.”

“She’s alive and well, Niklaus,” Elijah watched her run her hand over the small expanse. Was it normal to gain weight that early? He supposed she could have been slightly bloated as well; although he was not about to suggest that to her.

“Where is she?”

“Currently in a changing room,” he sighed, “since she didn’t have any clothes. I had every intention of taking her home, but she adamantly refused.”

“She would,” Klaus’ voice strained with rage, “she wanted to stay as far from the Salvatores as possible.”

“Rest assured she is still far away,” Elijah straightened when he felt Elena’s eyes on him. Wordlessly he passed her the phone.

“Klaus?” Elena turned when Kol placed some hangers in the fitting room.

“Elena,” she could hear the relief in his voice “are you alright?”

“I’m f-fine,” she swallowed down the rising nausea.

“You don’t sound fine, sweetheart.”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, “just a little nauseas.”

“You’re sick?” He paused on his way to the car. His hand tightened around the cell phone as his foot hung in midair. “Where are you?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” he heard her swallow and run her hand through her hair. “Somewhere in New Orleans.”

“What the bloody hell are you doing there?” The anger had leeched out of his voice to be replaced by disbelief.

“Seeing a witch,” he frowned when he heard Kol, “in a couple of hours. There is a situation with Elena that requires magical assistance.”

“What situation?”

“I don’t think you would believe us,” Elijah murmured. “Elena didn’t even believe it and she had physical proof.”

“Personally I don’t think she believes it yet,” Kol snickered.

“I believe it,” Elena grumbled, “I’m just in shock. Can you meet us down here?”

“I’ll be on the next flight,” Klaus hung up the phone and slid into the car.

++++

She chewed on her thumbnail and blinked. Her eyes focused on the back of the passenger seat as the feeling of unease grew in her stomach.

“When is this witch meeting us?” Elijah glanced at the time on the dash.

“An hour,” Kol turned onto a leaf strewn road, “you did say keep it quiet.” He laughed humourlessly and slowed the car to watch for the right turn off. “Nobody will hear of it out here.”

Elena glanced at Kol behind the wheel before staring warily through the window at the passing trees. They towered overhead and ringed the crescent moon in black lace. There was something foreboding between the arching trunks; she could sense eyes on the car and wondered how Elijah and Kol seemed so calm.

“I sent the co-ordinates to Nik,” Kol continued unaware of the turmoil swirling in Elena.

“Rather pointless since he won’t land for another six hours,” Elijah’s fingers tapped the armrest.

Elena pushed her hair from her face. A line appeared between her eyebrows.

Mud flung upwards and spattered across the windows. Leaning forwards she saw that Kol had somehow managed to get the vehicle stuck. Tires spun flinging more mud into the air.

“You realize that is not going to work, right?” Elijah remarked drily.

“Was worth a shot,” Kol rolled his eyes.

“Should we be concerned about that?” Elena’s voice was soft when she finally turned away from her window and interrupted the feuding brothers.

They followed her finger to the smoke starting to rise from the hood of the car. She opened her door and stepped out with them. She grimaced when her sneaker sunk into the mud. She pulled it free with a wet sound and shook the dirt from her foot. A shiver raced down her spine.

The question of whether either brother knew anything about the internal systems of a car died on her tongue.

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hellouniversegoodbyeworld · 3 years

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Dealing with Depression

I found this on Quora, this isn’t something I wrote. It has a lot of helpful information in it. Maizey’s death has hit me pretty harder. I’m falling into some of my usual traps and pits.

I have lots of practice dealing with depression, and I hope I can help you with what I’ve learned. When you’re depressed, not much appeals. Nothing sounds fun. Nothing seems worth doing. When that happens to me, I know I’m depressed. Losing interest in things you usually care about is a normal and typical symptom of depression. For many very lucky people, sadness passes in a day or so. For those of us whose sadness lasts weeks and expands into full depression, we need a plan. Deep depression can lead to suicide or suicide attempts. If you’re going to stay alive, you need tools to help you do so. Suicide happens when the pain you experience exceeds your ability to cope with it, so if you’re going to stay alive, your options are to lower the level of pain or increase your coping ability. This explanation is not original to me, so don’t credit me for it. I use it because it’s a clear and simple analysis of a messy state of mind.

So. You’re depressed. Time to get to work. Self-care is where you begin. Self-care is easier than all out self-love, which is often not possible when you’re depressed. Taking a shower, brushing your teeth, or eating something is a good place to start. If you’re severely depressed, all three of those things may be impossible. If those things remain impossible for more than two weeks, you need medical intervention. If that’s where you are right now, then the job I assign you for today is to make a doctor’s appointment. That is the only task you need to do today. You can do one thing. You can spend the rest of the day watching TV and crying if you need to, just get that one thing done. It’s the first step to saving your own life.

If you are still able to do something like take a shower or feed yourself, you might be able to get through this without medicine. Granted, if you have a mental illness diagnosis, you DEFINITELY need to call your doctor immediately, but if you have a situational depression from something like losing a job, ending a relationship, or grieving a loved one, you might do just fine with some added coping skills.

Lower your standards. You are not having a normal time in life, so you cannot have normal expectations of yourself. Make your daily list short. Celebrate small victories, like any act of personal hygiene. Your life right now is monumentally challenging, and recognizing and respecting your current abilities go a long way toward better self-esteem.

Make a List. Write down the things you can reasonably get done in a day. For example, today I’m getting sick, and I’m worn out and a little depressed. So the list I made today was weigh self, make pill case, drink coffee, shower, dress, work on website, eat dinner. That’s all that I’m requiring of myself today. On better days, I know I can do more, so I write more down. Cross things off as you go along to show yourself that you’re getting things accomplished, and if the next thing on your list seems too hard, write a time down next to it for half an hour to an hour from now, so that you can take that time to gather your strength, courage, and energy to do the next task. I frequently have to do that with showering, otherwise it won’t get done. Same goes for exercise. You can refer back to your list throughout the day, and if all the tasks are crossed off at the end of the day, please try to be proud of yourself for that.

Be sweet to yourself. Use kind language when you talk to yourself. I know this is very challenging. I’ve been meaner to myself than anyone has ever been to me, most often in episodes or during depressions. No matter who you are or what you’re experiencing, you’re a worthwhile person, and who you are is absolutely enough. What you’re feeling now won’t last forever; you will live again. Be as patient with yourself as you would be to someone you love who is hurting. Say kind things. Be nice. You deserve to be treated well, especially by yourself.

Write down your feelings. Even if the act of writing makes you cry very, very hard, when you’re finished you will have a deep feeling of calm that could last up to a few hours. Writing is a proven effective therapeutic activity with very clear and real results. You’re not going to want to do it, but it truly will help you.

Get sunlight. Go outside, even if you just sit on your front porch for five minutes. Sunlight stimulates chemicals in our bodies and brains that are important to mental health, like lithium and vitamin D. You are also more likely to see something beautiful if you go outside. It’s amazing out there, always.

Pick soothing activities. Write down one or two to do today. Pick something like watching TV, coloring, reading, or playing with a fidget toy. Mess around on the internet. Anything easy that’s not challenging and won’t steal your limited and precious energy.

Get good sleep. Insomnia and depression often go hand in hand. If this is you, med up. There are lots of over-the-counter sleep aids, and I’ve had good luck with most that I’ve tried. I recommend Unisom, Alteril, and melatonin. Most people would be fine taking just one of these OTC sleep aids, but you can ask your doctor if they can be combined. You might sleep for a long time, which is not a bad thing. Sleep is foundational, and doubly so if you’re mentally ill. Set an alarm for noon and try to stay up until eight in the evening. Take your sleep aid at seven and you’ll probably be asleep in the next hour or two. This schedule allows lots of time to sleep without messing up your circadian rhythm and turning your sleep habits upside down.

Hug a pillow while watching TV. I don’t know why this helps me, but it really does.

If you’re working through a depression right now and you feel suicidal, call this helpline: 1-800-273-8255. Whatever your current situation, nothing is permanent. It is possible for things to get better. Don’t believe that it can’t ever get better, because that’s not true. It can always get better.

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sagara-megumi · 7 years

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SasuSaku Month - Day 16: That Day || [Fanfic] In Sickness and in Health

Title: In Sickness and in Health

Rating: K+/PG

Notes: No, I haven’t forgotten about Day 15, but I had to change the order in the Prompts so they could fit the story. At first, I was going to go with the original order, but nothing I wrote satisfied me (besides this, I suddenly came up with an idea for the prompt inspired by an unexpected information about snakes that I came across on a book but I couldn’t match it with my original idea...). So, I decided to swap them and finally, the chapter started to have some sense.

What happens to Sasuke here is loosely inspired by ch. 9 of one of my favourite josei manga, Hapi Mari by Enjouji Maki. It’s a good reading in case you’re intersted in the genre and haven’t taken a look at it yet (≧∇≦*)

Also, as I said before that I would do, I want to tell you that this is the second to last chapter of this story. Finally, Sasuke and Sakura will get their ending on the next instalment (I hope to finish it on time for the end of the SSM, since tomorrow I’m having a very busy day...)

As always, if there’s something wrong (spaces, brackets…), please, tell me. I hope you enjoy it :)

Glossary:

-white miso: a type of paste to make soup. There are three kinds of miso, the white one is soft and slightly sweet.

Words: 5821

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

With great care, Sakura put the crystal and silver flower hairpin on the side of the braided bun she wore that day and secured it, looking in the mirror of the changing room to check that it was in the perfect place.

“How beautiful” one of the girls in the group of medical training commented, looking at it amazed.

“Thank you” Sakura said with a wide smile, closing the box where she had put it before starting her shift and gathering her things from the locker. “It was a birthday present.”

“You're so lucky to have someone to give you such a splendid thing...” the girl's eyes twinkled mischievously. “Was it your boyfriend?”

Sakura paused for a moment. Even though nothing else had been said or done that night a month before, or on her birthday, when Sasuke had finally fulfilled his promise of taking her to have lunch in the restaurant where they were going to eat in their first date, as he was able to clear two hours between appointments, there had been a confession and an answer in the classroom of their former kindergarten, so she supposed that she could consider Sasuke that...

“Yes.”

Feeling a small shiver of delight, she remembered his satisfied expression when she had opened the box and had held her breath upon seeing it, a bouquet of cherry blossom flowers and leaves curling elegantly in the ends.

“Oh, I think Sakura-san is remembering something really nice” another girl giggled seeing her pink cheeks.

She did not try to suppress her smile as she picked up her smartphone, and her mates swooned and talked excitedly. However, upon seeing the screen, she frowned a little. Ino had called her five times and had left her three messages. She pressed the button of the answering machine and brought the device to her ear. As she heard, her expression became more and more anxious.

'Sasuke-kun...'

Even her group mates realised that something was wrong because their squealing subsided and one by one started looking at her, disconcerted.

She hung up and grabbed her bag, already filled with her notes, her notebook laptop and personal belongings, putting her white coat inside in a hurry.

“Sakura-san...?”

“Sorry... Something came up and I can't go to have a drink with you” she closed the locker and put her bag on her shoulder, making her way hastily to the door, leaving them dumbfounded. “See you on Monday!”

Sitting on the sofa of his brother's living room, Itachi put his elbows on his knees, crossed his fingers and rested his mouth on them, knitting his brows in deep concern.

“How could we let him come to this?”

Ino set the tray with two cups of coffee on the low table and gave one to him, before taking her own.

“I told him several times that he had to take care of his health” she blew softly and took a small sip. “But you know how the President is once he sets on doing something, sir.”

Itachi nodded, contemplating the black beverage for a few seconds before drinking it.

He should have realised that his brother was not feeling well days before, when he had seen the unnatural paleness of his skin under the light of the meeting room. However, Sasuke had just said that he had not slept well that night and he had believed it. But that day, in front of his eyes, he had started to feel bad in the car when they were returning to the company after a business lunch, suddenly turning pale and taking a hand to his stomach. At the beginning, he had dismissed their concern, saying that the food had probably made him sick, but when they had stopped by his flat at his request, to change his shirt, since he was a bit sweaty, he had stumbled, gasping and flinching at a pain in his chest, and Itachi had instructed Ino to call their physician as he took his brother to bed.

They heard footsteps in the corridor and turned in time to see the Uchiha family doctor, Orochimaru, appear in the living room. Then, Ino excused herself to bring him a cup of tea.

“You don't have to worry so much about him. As I told you before on the phone, he's just overworked and stressed...” he put his hand on his waist as Ino sighed relieved and Itachi leant back on the sofa, closing his eyes, thankful. “However,” he paused to get their attention and make his point clear. “That was a serious warning. He's lost weight since the last time I saw him and it's obvious his body is under a strenuous pressure. I've taken a sample of his blood just in case he has a severe lack of vitamins or minerals and has to begin a treatment” he huffed and moved his head to the side in an abrupt but elegant movement, making his long dark hair sway softly. “I know about the difficulties you had these past months, but he's too young to be suffering these types of health problems.

“I know...” Itachi exhaled slowly. “I should have paid more attention to him...”

As Ino came back with the tray, Orochimaru shrugged, letting a brief ironic look set on his face as he looked at the older brother, and took the drink the secretary offered him, giving it a small sip and smiling approvingly.

“Anyway,” he continued, sitting down on the sofa. “He must rest for at least two or three days” he regarded both of them. “No appointments, no calls, not consulting him anything” both nodded firmly. “And he must eat healthy and nourishing food. His body needs to recover completely or he could have another breakdown soon” he gave his drink a longer sip. “I'll come to see him on Monday morning. If I consider he's well enough, he can go back to work on Tuesday.”

“Understood” Itachi said, serious, though immediately, the expression on his face and his voice changed to a soft one. “Can we see him?”

The doctor shrugged.

“If you want to, but he's asleep now. He was making a fuss saying he was fine, but he was still dizzy and his heart beat was irregular and fast, so I gave him a sleeping pill.”

Itachi nodded and then stood up, looking at Ino.

“Sir, you go...” Ino said with a smile. “I have to call Shikamaru to inform him of the situation and call HM Industries about a meeting the President had with them in less than an hour.”

“Don't cancel it. Tell Shikamaru that I'll go in his place. Could you let me see the information, Yamanaka?”

Ino smiled confidently.

“Of course. I'll tell Matsushita to go to the company and if he retrieves it from Shikamaru at the door, he can be here in less than fifteen minutes.”

“Great, do it, please.”

Itachi went to his brother's bedroom and Ino picked up her smartphone as Orochimaru drank his tea calmly. However, his thoughts came back to Sasuke irremediably. He had been taking care of him since he was a child and had grown fond of the kid. When they had called him and told him what had happened, he had been afraid that it could be a heart attack, but immediately, hearing the other symptoms, he had rested easier. However, seeing him had worried him. He did not want to imagine what type of obstacles he had found in the last months to be in that condition. He would talk severely with Madara and Fugaku to try to lessen the boy's burden a bit. He understood that they had had problems, and that he was too perfectionist, especially having a prodigious older brother like Itachi, but they weren't worth to the point of risking his own health.

He studied Ino as she hung up with a relieved smile and then, dial another number.

“Finally! I don't have much time, but listen, the President-”

Itachi came back, hanging up his phone, and stopped next to him, putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

“He's sleeping soundly.”

Orochimaru smirked, leaning forward and leaving the cup on the low glass table.

“Of course. My medicines always work” he looked at his watch. “Well, I have to return to my clinic” he walked to the door and Ino, still on the phone, bowed to him; by the conversation, he wondered who was on the other side. “If something turns up, call me.”

“Yes” he nodded his head respectfully. “Thank you. And also, my father sends his regards.”

The doctor smiled and started to make his way down the corridor towards the lifts. Itachi closed the door of the flat and sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. Then, he entered the living room to see that Ino had finished her call. There was so much to organise...

“Yamanaka,” he called her, and she straightened her shoulders, linking her hands on the front of her body. “I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask a huge favour from you...” she nodded. “We'll need you to re-schedule all my brother's agenda for the rest of the day and tomorrow, and check if he had something planned for Sunday” Ino gave him a strange look. “My father just called to tell me that it seems that my dear little brother has been going to work on some Sundays; apparently, he told the security guards that he had to gather some information, but sometimes, he even stayed for lunch...” Ino moved her head incredulously. “Oh, and that if it's necessary, our grandfather can fill for him at one or two appointments, so take that into account.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And also... would you mind staying with my brother for the rest of the day and... probably the night?” she tilted her face, a bit disconcerted. “Knowing him, if we leave him alone, as soon as he gets up, he will start managing things from here, or go to the company to make up for today's work...” he nodded his head lightly. “I suppose that you had plans for today, but if you could cancel them...”

Ino tried to maintain her composure and repress an exasperated sigh. That day was her second anniversary of her relationship with Sai and the previous days, he had been letting slip that he was preparing a surprise for her. A delicate frown marred her pretty features. He was going to be really disappointed, and hurt. So was she. But he knew that for her, sometimes, work was the priority.

“Of course, these hours will be paid as overtime from this afternoon on.”

Swallowing hard, she moved her head affirmatively.

“Alrigh-” in that moment, the entry phone rang and she felt her body relax. “But I think it won't be necessary for me to stay” Itachi looked at her confused and, as she turned and started walking towards the kitchen, she smiled mysteriously. “We're getting a reinforcement, one that will probably do it happily.”

A few minutes later, the bell rang twice and when she opened the door, Sakura was there. She was panting softly and her eyes were wide with concern and anxiety.

“Finally” her best friend asked as she stepped to the side, letting her in.

“As I told you on the phone, my shift finished four o'clock” she replied taking off her shoes.

“Oh, yes, I didn't remember that you're working now...” both of them entered the living room and Sakura's eyes fell on the man there, so alike to Sasuke and at the same time, she could see in his sharp features and his eyes, so different. “This is Uchiha Itachi, the President's older brother and CEO of Uchiha Corporation” she composed a friendly expression and bowed to him. “Sir, this is-”

“Haruno Sakura” he said smiling softly and nodding to her. “I'm very glad that we finally met.”

“How do you do?”

He smiled lightly.

“No need to be so formal, Sakura-san.”

She returned the gesture and then, she looked at them, worried.

“So, how's he?”

“It was overwork” Itachi said with a solemn countenance. “Our family doctor has been here until a few minutes ago and that was the diagnosis.”

“He didn't seem well when I saw him last time, but he only said he was busy and that he hadn't slept well that night.”

The CEO laughed humourlessly.

“It seems that's what he told everyone.”

“He has had some headaches lately” Ino intervened in the conversation, “and seemed tired, but despite I told him to take a break, he kept his usual pace, and even went to the company out of working hours without anyone knowing.”

Sakura looked at them alternatively, incredulous.

“What is he, a workaholic?”

“It's rather... that once he sets his mind towards a goal, nothing can stop him to achieve it. He worked a lot when our uncle...” he gazed at them meaningfully. “But when everything calmed down a bit, he finally relaxed. However, since New Year, he's been in a frenzy again, attending meetings, finding ways of investing our stock and preparing new projects.”

“Since... New Year?”

“Yes” Itachi watched her intently. “Do you know something?”

“No...”

Coincidence or not, it had been the time when things had started to change for them. Sakura frowned for a moment, promising herself to give the matter some thought and when he was better, ask Sasuke about it.

In that moment, Itachi's phone rang and, apologising, he picked it up.

“Hello Shisui... Yes, but he's fine...”

Both women looked at each other.

“I was hoping you could stay with him...” Ino whispered. “The CEO asked me-”

“But you have special plans for tonight, right?” she smiled playfully. “Don't worry.”

Ino looked at her bewildered. How did she know...?

“I was going to say that I have to go back to work... How-?”

Sakura widened her smile.

“Well, I lent Sai a hand in a couple of things-”

Then, Itachi's voice resounded in the living room, cutting her in the middle of her sentence.

“Can't they just leave him alone? First the marriage, then, the company and now again with the engag-”

He seemed to realise that he was talking in a loud, angry voice because he looked at them over his shoulder and then lowered it to barely a murmur. She did not dare to say anything else, and after a few more sentences, Itachi hung up and looked at his watch.

“Sakura-san, Yamanaka, I apologise for startling you...” he nodded briefly. “I'm sorry but I have to go now or I'll be late for the meeting... Then, Sakura-san are you staying with my brother?”

She nodded and Ino hurried, brushing her hand as she passed her by to take their coats and briefcases from the seat of the sofa nearest the window.

“I'll send you an email with all the things the doctor said, okay?”

Sakura smiled and went to the door with them when they were ready to go.

“Have a safe trip.”

“Nice to meet you, Sakura-san. It was a pity that it had to be in such circumstances...”

“The pleasure was mine” she replied bowing.

He seemed to doubt for a moment, before looking at her in the eye and bowing formally.

“I entrust my dear little brother to you... Sakura-san...”

He turned quickly and walked at a fast pace towards the lifts, followed by Ino, who bowed to her too with a soft smile.

Once she closed the door, she paused for a moment in the hall to organise her ideas, before she turned into the corridor to see him. With great care, she opened the door of the bedroom a crack and looked inside. It was dark and she could barely outline his figure in the bed in the little light that she let inside. However, her sharp ears caught the soft sound of his deep breathing and she smiled relieved.

Going back to the living room, she sat on the sofa and sighed, looking around. She did not remember the house to be so quiet, even though Sasuke was not a noisy person. But his silent company had been comforting and warm. She smiled softly as she ran her hand over the seat, remembering the moment she had woken up in his arms and the feelings that had overflowed inside her, her heart screaming how much she loved him. And when he had kissed her...

She moved her head quickly. It was not the moment to indulge in such memories and fantasies. She had to focus to take a proper care of him and to work on her reports.

After passing her National License Examination, she had started her trainee period in the departments of surgery, mental health and emergency service in her family's hospital. At the beginning, she had been considering other options, especially because she did not want people to think that she was abusing her advantaging position as the heiress, but then, she had reflected about the convenience of starting to get familiar with the praxis and intricacies of the place that one day would be hers. When she had asked Sasuke for advice, he had agreed to it.

She took her laptop from her bag and started with the first one. She had to give her best once again.

It was almost seven o'clock when Sakura sighed and lifted her head from her work, straightening her shoulders. She moaned softly as her neck creaked and she decided to take a break and check on him, to see if he was still calm. She opened the door of the bedroom very carefully. The first thing she saw was that there was some rustle on the bed and suddenly, the lamp lit. He propped himself on an elbow and his eyes fell on her.

“Sakura...?”

“Hello” she said smiling and entering the room.

“What are you doing here...?”

“Well,” she stopped next to the bed and he let himself fall again on the mattress. “Ino called me and told me that you had got really dizzy while going back to the company from a lunch appointment, so I came to see you when I finished my shift at the hospital.”

In the soft light of the lamp, his eyes seemed a bit clouded and unfocused.

“How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine...”

His words were a bit slurred and she frowned slightly. She knelt and put her hand on his forehead, feeling the slightly damp skin and combing to the side the locks of hair that were sticking to his forehead.

“No, you're not. The doctor said you've been overworking.”

“He's just exaggerating” he mumbled. “The food made me a bit sick... and I didn't sleep well last night...”

“Sasuke-kun,” she sighed exasperatedly. “That is the excuse you're giving everybody, every day...”

However, he was not really paying attention to her words. He was staring at her hair and then, he lifted a hand to touch it.

“You're wearing it...”

In that moment, she understood that it was impossible for him to maintain a proper conversation, as he was still drowsy because of the tranquillizer he had been given. She smiled softly, looking at him warmly.

“Yes.”

He sighed.

“I'm glad...”

He let his hand drop, flexing his arm against his body and snuggling under the covers. Delicately, she brushed his hair again in a soothing rhythm.

“You should go back to sleep” she whispered.

One of his hands sneaked out of the blankets and took hers, squeezing it without strength. After a while, he caressed her left ring finger with his thumb, and she could not help a small blush.

“Sakura...” he called her in a low voice, blinking slowly. “Would you consider marriage now?”

That question was what she expected the least, and she could not react for a few seconds, just stare at him in confusion and bewilderment.

“What... did you just say?”

He buried his face in the pillow, nuzzling it.

“Marriage... would you...?”

She pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Sasuke-kun, ¿are you asking me because they're pressuring you?”

But he did not answer. Instead, a soft breathing reached her and she sighed in defeat. He had fallen asleep again. With great care, she disentangled her hand from his and rose from the floor, threading lovingly her fingers through his hair once more. Turning off the lamp, she made her way to the door, leaving just a crack. Then, she went to the living room and picked up her phone.

“Mum? Hello” she paused for a moment, listening and then, she continued speaking. “He's better now. However, I'd... like to stay the night here.”

She had called her family as soon as she had got out of the hospital and got into a taxi, not knowing really what she could find when she arrived at his home. Her mother had sounded sincerely concerned and had told her to do what she thought she had to.

“I know that I promised grandmother that I wouldn't-”

She heard her mother telling her the same thing again: to do what her conscience dictated her and leave her mother-in-law to her. She smiled. She admired her mother deeply for her accomplishments in life and her bravery when facing adverse circumstances. She might not have been a Haruno by birth, but she was one by right. And despite Sakura's grandmother not agreeing with her in certain things, the young woman knew that she held a deep respect for her daughter-in-law. And she would make the matriarch of the clan to understand that Sakura had a duty with her oath as a doctor and as a human being.

And, listening to her sweet, warm voice as she advised her, she suspected that she knew that her own heart was involved too. She promised herself, as she bid good bye to her and hung up, that when she came back home, she would tell her everything about the recent development of her relationship with Sasuke, that she had decided to keep secret until they could talk calmly about what they were going to do about the omiai outcome expected by the families.

Sakura heard Sasuke open the door of his bedroom a few hours later, as she stood in the kitchen, but before she could go to him, she heard another door being closed, probably the bathroom or the toilet. She stirred the soup once more and took a tomato from the fruit bowl. It was well past eleven o'clock, so she was not sure if he would feel hungry, but he had to try and eat something.

A few moments later, she heard the door again and his steps in the corridor. She turned in time to see him stop in the threshold and their eyes met.

“Sakura?” he furrowed his brows, “What are you doing here?”

She laughed softly as she turned off the ceramic hob.

“You asked me the same thing some time ago.”

His expression turned into one of confusion.

“I don't remember...”

“You were probably half asleep because of the medicine your family doctor gave you” she felt a bit disappointed, remembering the tenderness in his eyes as he touched her hair. “Go back to bed, I'll bring you your dinner in a moment.”

He threaded his fingers through his hair.

“It's really late, you shouldn't be here...” he half turned. “Give me a few minutes, I'll drive you home.”

“No” her words came out with more force than she had intended and he stopped, looking at her, surprised. “If I go, you'll probably start worrying about work again, and even going to your company to make up for today.”

“But your family-”

She put her hands on her waist.

“They know where I am. And I'm not a child anymore, I can spend the night wherever I feel like” he frowned, clearly upset and opened his mouth to argue back when she continued. “I'm the doctor here, Sasuke-kun, and I'm staying and making sure you follow your physician's instructions” she sighed frustrated. “Do you know how worried your brother was? Or Ino...?” she paused and her expression crumbled a little. “I came as fast as I could thinking that you were really ill...”

He became silent and tilted his head to the side, looking at the floor, his teeth clenching and his fists tightening at his sides, frustrated and at the same time feeling guilty. He had never intended to worry anyone or to make her feel sad. He just had wanted... he moved his head, relaxing his jaw when the tension made his head throb. Damned body... It had betrayed him when he least expected it, when he needed to be at his best. He glanced at Sakura out of the corner of his eye. She was looking at him with a serious, stubborn expression but he could read in her clear pupils the deep concern she was feeling. He exhaled without barely making a noise. She won again. Lifting his head with a defeated expression, he put a hand on her head.

“Sorry...”

She breathed deeply, her posture relaxing and her features softening, and looked at him.

“Then, please, listen to me and go back to your bedroom...”

Sighing again, he nodded and turned, his footsteps sounding heavier than before in the wooden floor.

A few moments later, Sakura found him already sitting on the bed and covered by the blankets, his back leaning on a pillow against the headboard. His face seemed pensive, but when he heard her, he composed a neutral expression. She entered the room, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of miso soup with tofu and vegetables, a small rectangular plate with a seasoned tomato on it and a small dish with pieces of apple.

“I'm sorry it's not a feast... I made the soup because, since I didn't know if you were going to wake up, it's easy to store. Also, you should go back to sleep as soon as you finish, so I decided to make a light meal.”

“Thank you” he replied taking the food from her and putting it on his lap.

After taking his chopsticks and giving thanks, he picked up the bowl and gave it a careful sip. It immediately warmed his body, giving him a comforting sensation.

“It's sweet...”

“It's white miso. You shouldn't eat things with too much salt now, so that's why I chose it.”

He lifted his gaze to her over the brim of the dish.

“You went shopping?”

“Yes” she looked at him with a small smile, putting her hands behind her. “Your fridge was quite empty.”

“I'll pay you back-”

“No need” her smile widened. “But if you want to, the price will be getting well.”

He seemed to think over her offering.

“Seems fair...” he took another sip of soup and picked up some of the solid ingredients with his chopsticks.

“Aren't you going to have dinner?” he asked after swallowing his bite, seeing that she did not move from her position by his bed.

“I did when I came back from shopping. I ate a vegetable sandwich and just a few moments ago, when I finished the soup, as I was preparing the apple, I served myself a bowl.”

“Then, sit down” he said looking meaningfully at a space on the bed near him, and she blushed prettily before nodding and taking her seat.

They stayed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Sasuke put down his finished bowl of soup, taking a rest. She looked at him slightly concerned, but he shook his head lightly to ease her apprehension. Then, he spoke.

“Did... Did I say something weird before?”

“Um?” she gazed at him, questioning.

“Well, for a moment you seemed disappointed before, so I thought that maybe I had said something to you...” he fidgeted with a toothpick she had put on the plate with the apples. “Something embarrassing...”

She smiled mischievously.

“Don't worry, you didn't end up confessing your undying love for me if that's what you meant” a faint colour covered his cheeks and ears. “Though it would have been nice to hear it...”

He took a big bite from the fruit and looked away, and Sakura could not help a small giggle. She did not know he could have a cute and bashful side.

Sasuke finished the piece and looked at her askew with his lids a bit lowered.

“Then, what did I said?”

“Well, you complimented my hairpin” he smiled lightly, laying his eyes briefly on it, but not failing to see that she became serious and shuffled her feet, and he braced himself for the impact. “And you spoke about marriage.”

Sasuke's expression changed to a serious one and he pressed his lips in a thin line, and for a few moments, a tense stillness was the only thing that filled the room. Finally, he sighed.

“Sorry...” he said picking up another piece of apple and looking at it. “Forget about it, alright?”

“Why?” she sounded hurt and he furrowed his brows.

“Because you don't want to get married yet.”

The weight of those words hung between them and they stayed in silence for several minutes, the only sound that of their breaths and the occasional clattering of the plates.

“Can I ask you something?” she finally said, not standing anymore the tension in the air.

He looked at her after swallowing the last piece of fruit.

“Why are you so desperate?” he stiffened at her question. “Your brother told me that since New Year you've been working non-stop and ignoring everyone's advice to take care of yourself.”

He frowned and averted his gaze, taking the tray from his lap and putting it on the bedside table on his right, facing away and clearly ignoring her.

“Sasuke-kun!”

He went still, as if he was struggling to give her an answer.

“Because I want to be the prospective husband your family wanted for you” he finally murmured, glancing sideways at her, and she was left speechless. “I don't want them to frown at me when I ask for your hand in marriage.”

Her heart skipped, not one, but several beats as her eyes widened in disbelief and all strength left her body. Suddenly, she had even forgotten how to breathe. Something run down her cheek, fast, wet.

“Wha-” he had grabbed his napkin and was pressing it against her face, making her regain her senses.

“Damn, that's not how I wanted it to be” he muttered, frowning. “You shouldn't be crying.”

She took the cloth from him and dabbed at her eyes.

“What do you mean?” she sniffled. “How did you want it then?”

He huffed, clearly uncomfortable.

“More to your taste... You probably dreamt of a romantic place and me on my knee...” he blushed a bit. “Not... this...” he did a sweep with his hand.

He seemed frustrated, but Sakura understood that now that the topic had been brought up, it was her opportunity to ask him about what she had heard his brother say on the phone.

“Sasuke-kun” she swallowed softly, thinking carefully her words. “Your brother has mentioned that your family is pressuring you again.”

“Itachi talks too much” he eyed her. “You met my brother? When?”

“When I arrived... I mentioned him before...” she put the napkin on her lap, still grabbing it with her hands. “Later, he talked on the phone with one of your relatives... I just overheard...”

“Then, you're too curious.”

“I couldn't help it! I was in the same room, speaking with Ino” she breathed deeply, trying not to stray from the subject with a silly argument just because he did not want to address it. “It's just... I don't want you to propose because it's your duty.”

He sighed, now clearly annoyed.

“I think we got over this the other day in the kindergarten. It's not an obligation anymore.”

She leaned forward and put her head on his chest. His heart beat was a bit shallow, fast and irregular, and she felt guilty because she was doing exactly the opposite of what she should not, making him upset. He looked down at the back of her head, startled at her bold action.

“I love you, Sasuke-kun...” she said softly. “I can wait until you feel that you really want to-”

“Idiot...” he interrupted her with a low, affectionate voice, sliding his fingers on her hair softly and caressing the skin of her neck, barely brushing his lips across her braided hairstyle. “Be sure that I wouldn't do it if I didn't want to.”

He, then, cupped her chin and lifted her face, kissing her gently. She answered immediately, one of her hands flying to his waist, and they enjoyed each other's warmth and caresses for a few moments. Then, they separated and he chuckled quietly.

“Well, I suppose that now that I let it slip, it doesn't make sense to wait...”

He bent to the side and opened the drawer of the left bedside table, taking a box and opening it. Sakura gasped softly. Inside, there was a thin platinum half eternity ring with a single oval emerald in the middle. She lifted her head to him in awe.

They did not need words. Sasuke took the ring from the box and, taking her left hand, hovered it by her fingertip for a moment just enough to look at her beautiful green eyes, clear and shining with resolution in the light of the lamp. Then, with a satisfied smile, he put it on her finger.

With a sweet, content expression, Sakura leant forward again as Sasuke's arm went across his shoulders to bring her closer to him. She relaxed in his arms, listening to his heartbeat, now strong, slow, as if that little ritual had given him his much needed peace.

“I'm very happy.”

He smiled softly and kissed the top of her head before resting his chin on her hair. After hearing those words, he could not ask for more.

THE END

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