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sylvie-writes · 3 years

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Dr. Husband

word count: 5278

pairing: doctor steve rogers x wife reader

warnings: talks about heat exhaustion? there’s nothing graphic, but if the hospital theme bothers you, then this isn’t the fic to read!

prompts (from @/fluffyomlette): “Your pulse is a little high. Is it because I’m holding your hand?” and “You’re not supposed to pick favourites, doc.” “Trust me, if I didn’t, you’d be dead by now.”

a/n: this just popped in my head about a month ago and i had to write it for no explainable reason. i really couldn’t think of a title oops. if you all have a better idea please tell me so i can change it lol.

please excuse any mistakes!

Summer was finally in full force, blazing sun rays beamed down on the dry ground and once gorgeous flowers drooped in dire need of water. Sounds of children playing outside, pool water splashing as a result of cannonballs, while lawnmowers whirled to life and laughter from the watching wives resounded this afternoon. In your neighborhood, it was tradition that the women would get together every other Saturday and have drinks in the cul-de-sac while their husbands had unsaid competitions of manicuring their yards. Unfortunately for you, your husband was a doctor and that meant little time for him to do the yard, and you didn’t have children at the moment that could go play with the others. The women who were your neighbors were a bit too picky choosy for your taste. They only seemed to bond over their children and sitting around home, two of which you didn’t have or do, so you weren’t ever truly invited to their day-drinking. It was actually fine with you as these people were so hot n’cold and you were just tired of trying to fit in with faux friends. You had plenty of true friends and then your husband who was a child of his own.

For three weekends so far, Steve had told you he’d cut the lawn and as much as you wanted to believe him, you knew that he was so exhausted from work and being on call a majority of the time, that he would never find the hours to do so. That was okay with you because what he did was important and you weren’t gonna be on his ass like the feds about the yard when you could easily do it yourself. It wasn’t like he was just sitting around, no, he was working so you just decided to cut the lawn yourself, something you’d done plenty of times before.

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Unfortunately the day you chose to do so, the sun was out blazing and a simple walk out the door was a trip to an off-brand hell. Instead of making a wise decision and waiting to cut the grass in the evening, you chose the latter and decided to cut the grass at noon, the very time the sun was in full shine.

Dressed in attire for yard work and having already eaten a sandwich for lunch, you headed out the garage door to tackle the mess there in hopes of finding the push mower within. Steve’s father, Joseph, had given you both a lot of his lawn equipment, but the riding mower was broken at the moment and you (again) stupidly decided to push mow the almost two acre lawn. It took a good half hour to get the darned thing out on the driveway and while doing so, you noticed that your neighbors, the wives to be exact, had decided to come out for one of their occasional and somehow spontaneous get-togethers which consisted of unattended kids drawing with chalk as their mothers sat a few feet away dipping their feet in the small splash pool. You often found the idea both inventive and funny.

For only a second more did you let your attention linger on the group before returning back to fill the lawn mower with gasoline. After doing so, you tossed on a pair of sunglasses and went full steam ahead with cutting the grass, disregarding the rising, and very unsafe, temperature.

About an hour in, the temp had already risen to be above 100 and something no one should have spent any longer than half an hour in. Steve had always said you were stubborn at all the wrong times and boy was he right. You had just finished up half of the front yard and quarter of the back yard. It was mad that you were actually thinking about pushing mowing two acres, especially in this unruly weather.

You were so determined and when your mind was set on something, you let all other matters slip away, including regards for your own health. The unusual amount of sweat on your skin seemed to go unnoticed by you as well did the growing headache.

Finally, about half an hour later, more of the backyard was finished and your inner saboteur continued to influence your goals.

“Just finish this half and you will be close enough to the end,” translated into “Just finish the whole yard, you might as well since you are this close.”

This was the worst mindset to have, especially with the given circumstances as you had been out here for at least two hours, no drinks of any sort, no real breaks aside from fueling the lawn mower, and no cares to the worsening symptoms that now included noticeable dizziness.

The lawn mower eventually ran out of gas and you went to refill it once more. Making your way through the front yard, your unknown adrenaline rush came to an end along with the machine’s power. It wasn’t until your vision started to star and blur that you finally noticed your decline in health, but by then it was too late and you were on the plush and groomed grass of the front yard. Ironically, you noticed the fruits of your labor since you were currently laying on it.

Five minutes had passed since your drop to the ground and one of the ladies out in the court, Genevieve, noticed your figure, quite the contrast to the viridescent grass. Despite that she thought you were “demented” for cutting the grass yourself, she knew you weren’t unhinged, so to say, that you would just lay on the grass as it would serve no purpose to do so. She didn’t take you for a nature lover either so this was not normal.

Genevieve squatted down in the lawn, her sparkly sandals reflecting in the sea of green. Unknowing of what to do, the woman in a panic threw the back of her hand to your forehead and you burned hotter than a metal kettle. By time she stood, the other ladies had gathered around and were now circling in mass hysteria as if they were staring at a dead body and not your unconscious, yet breathing frame. Many long seconds later, Priscilla, who was Genevieve’s closest friend and who despised you as much as you did her, decided to call 911. The other moms then left to go usher their children away from what they described as a “traumatic experience” and back to their large homes for some sort of last minute luncheon.

Eventually, an ambulance arrived in your usually quiet neighborhood, something that was clearly displayed as almost every neighbor popped their heads out of their houses in sheer curiosity. Their nosey nature often bothered you but was normally put behind some sort of service act such as a baked cake or bottle of wine just to be invited into your house. You didn’t miss the way your neighbors would study your house when they were finally welcomed in. Steve was much better at hiding his cross nature and would return some compassion of his own while you struggled to bottle your annoyance and sealed it with a forced smile. As luck would have it though, you were knocked out and couldn’t give them a piece of your mind for staring because heavens know this would’ve been the last straw and no one could have stopped your rant.

It was when you were in the red wagon and being attended over by paramedics that you noticed you were on the way to somewhere that wasn’t home.

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At the hospital, the doctor and nurses hydrated you back to reality and suddenly you appeared in a bed, a doctor standing at the side with a clipboard in hand allowing your mind to draw up a million conclusions before you remembered what you had done last.

The doctor spoke a fast introduction and he then moved on to fill you in on what had happened as confusion still painted your face although when he told you Genevieve’s account of what led up to your ultimate passing out, you visibly cringed at such carelessness that ended up bringing you here. Hundreds of falls, burns, and bruises thanks to your clumsy nature, but this had to be the one thing to send you to the hospital. Some sort of twisted joke it sure was.

Moving to roll a stool to your bedside, the doctor passed you a cold bottle of water before bringing his eyes to give your IV a quick check as a nurse had put it in not too long before you awoke.

“Luckily, Mrs. Rogers, your neighbors found you in time and you only experienced severe heat exhaustion. Had you prolonged your exposure anymore you could have experienced a heat stroke. For now, I ask that you rest and I’ll come back to release you.” The doctor expressed his reassurance with a kind grin before walking out of the plain and boxy room that could make one go insane with its lack of liveliness.

Staring out the open doorway and into the empty hallway, you knew that Steve worked on this very floor, but honestly what were the chances that he’d see you? At one point he’d eventually find out about today’s mishaps, but that was a problem for later when you were more conscious and caring. Letting your worries temporarily go (something that was only happening thanks to your fatigued mind), you slightly shifted into a somewhat “comfortable” position on the stiff bed and rough cotton sheets. Albeit that there was an IV uncomfortably stuck in your arm, you fell into a much needed slumber.

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Lunch break at last.

That was all that had been on Steve's mind for the past three hours which had been extremely hectic. Granted, he was used to this fast-paced workplace having worked here for almost a decade, but today was absolutely out of control with injured patients coming in left and right. It wasn’t some sort of bad omen, rather just an unlucky day for many Steve had assumed. He had just finished up with a pediatric case and was now on his way to enjoy the leftover baked chicken salsa that you had made just for him last night and packed for his lunch this morning. You knew how busy his week had been and you took the liberty to make his favorite dinner dish to compensate for the work that had left such a toll on him. A smile immediately overtook his face when he walked in the house last night and that’s when you decided that you would gladly cook anything he’d like over and over again just to see that look of adoration. As Steve held you in his arms at that moment, he kept thinking how he really didn’t deserve you and little did he know, the same thought ran in your own mind. Yet, in reality, you both went together like a puzzle piece to a puzzle. Without the piece, the picture would never be completed and without the other, you and Steve would have never enjoyed life to the fullest.

Strutting down the never ending hall, Steve passed many doors, some he had been in just a mere hour or two ago. As he walked past an open door and did a double take as he saw a patient asleep, but no sign of anyone else in the room. If he were that patient, he’d want the door shut for some privacy, something which the man highly valued, so he crossed the short distance and closed the door. He didn’t mean to look at the patient for so long as they weren’t in his care and that would be awfully creepy, but Steve could help but do a double take and noticed that the familiar face was, in fact, you. From first glance it didn’t even look like you and that was coming from the man who had studied your face just to commit it to his memory. In a loving way, of course.

He slowly walked in your room, taking in the image before him of you lying in a hospital bed. His mind had assumed that the worst thing had happened to you and for a moment, Steve’s breathing ceased and his legs were glued to the ground. As his eyes scanned over your body again, his fears were calmed when there were no visible wounds and you just seemed to be resting. Although as a doctor, he unfortunately knew anything could be possible.

Hunching over the top half of the bed, Steve smoothed your stray hairs away from your forehead and placed an awakening kiss there. You were a light sleeper a majority of the time and your spouse knew that this small action would wake, but not startle you. Every night he’d come home from work and do the same thing except then he knew you were safe and sound. Now, he was just filled with uncertainty.

“What happened?” Those were the only words he was able to get out and you gave him an answer, just not one that he was looking for. You were already getting defensive and he could sense it.

“Genevieve saw me pass out in the yard and overreacted, Steven. You know they all don’t exactly have good track records with medicine.” You rolled your eyes at the last statement remembering how your neighbors have often nonchalantly tried to get Steve to diagnose them when it came to something as simple as a scrape. Then again, all of your neighbors were in the business industry so that explained their lack of medical knowledge or at least that is the excuse you drew up for them.

“Nice try, (y/n), but you do have a medical chart and it’s over there,” Steve pointed over his shoulder and towards the doorway where a plastic chart holder sat mounted on the cream wall. “You didn’t just pass out, and the neighbors did not overreact. They did the right thing despite how much I know you hate that. Now, either you tell me the truth or I go read that file.” His tone was serious, but not condescending. Hidden in his eyes was a tad sprinkle of mischief.

Stubborn as ever, you didn’t respond and folded your arms over your chest in a form of defiance.

Against what is probably legal, Steve picked up your medical chart to read what had happened as you wouldn’t disclose the information to him. Your husband was a worry-wart sometimes and while you appreciated how he doctored you when you were sick, he could be a bit overbearing. A great example would be the time when you were cooking dinner and burned your forearm when taking the casserole out of the oven.

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“Babe, dinner is ready!”

The timer on the oven was currently beeping and you walked towards it. Turning off both the oven and the timer, you grabbed a short oven mitt and reached in to grab the casserole dish off the top rack. As you did so, you lifted your arm a bit too high and hit the side of your forearm on the interior roof of the oven. The temperature was ridiculously hot and the pain was immensely strong that you immediately pulled your arm back, the casserole long forgotten.

Steve came running in at your string of curses and came in to see you holding your arm and hissing a bit as if that would relieve the pain. He walked closer to you as you leaned up against the island. Your husband delicately took your arm in his hand, raking his eyes over the burn that was soon to blister.

After a short inspection, Steve placed his other hand on the small over your back and led you to the sink, flipping on the cold water and running it over your burn. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve could see you squeezing your own eyes shut in pain.

“I know, sweetheart, it hurts, I’m sorry.” He continued to rinse your scalded skin, but turned his head to sweetly kiss your temple.

A few minutes passed and Steve was content with the rinse job as you had finally opened your eyes, even engaging in some of your jokes that were always said at the wrong time. From the kitchen, the man guided you down the hallway, through your bedroom and into your joined bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the bathroom tub while rummaging through your unorganized medicine cabinet. It was barely ever touched and when it was, it was often in a state of panic hence the messiness of it. Fortunately, Steve found a tube of bacitracin and some cotton dressings from God knows how long ago. At this point he could care less and would rather have you cared for.

You curiously watched him as he dug through the cabinet and a loving smile grew on your face. How lucky were you to have this man. You were really appreciative of him in times like these especially.

Said man returned and crouched before you, distracting you from your thoughts as he softly grabbed your hand once more.

The doctor worked his magic and in no time was your arm wrapped up and lathered in ointment.

“Wow Doc, you did a great job.” Steve was still holding your hand as you quietly giggled in content. He placed a kiss on top of your knuckles and peered up at you with those gorgeous (and borderline seductive) sapphire eyes. Chuckling, Steve murmured against your skin, “Only for my favorite patient.”

As always, you decided to play along with Steve’s playful banter. “You’re not supposed to pick favorites, doc.”

Your husband knew your clumsy nature and seemed to have the perfect response, “Trust me, if I didn’t, you’d be dead by now.”

With your non-injured hand you went to hit his shoulder and he grabbed it in faux hurt.

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“You know, Dr. Rogers, that is a violation and I can actually report you for it.” You lifted your line of sight to see Steve who looked back at you with his lips pressed in a fine line. He shook his head disapprovingly after reaching the end of the report and now looked like he was going to sit back in the seat beside your bed.

“Hey, what are you doing? They already examined me and I am about to get released.” The man ignored you and instead leaned over the flimsy bed railing. Steve rubbed his hands together in a warming manner before placing two fingers on your next in an attempt to find your pulse. He unfortunately carried that common trait among doctors of having hands that were colder than that of a penguin’s ass. You knew very well this pulse check was useless as you were in conditional health and that he was probably doing this to annoy you.

“Well I like to do a check of my own. It never hurts to get a second opinion, darling.” Blue eyes squinted at you and you returned the patronizing gesture.

The free hand that was not on your neck had found its way to hold your own hand and when your husband pulled back, he wore a smug smirk on his lips.

“Your pulse is a little high. Is it because I’m holding your hand?”

“You know, your shoulders must hurt from carrying such a big head all the time.” Steve had the nerve to laugh at your elementary grade insult and even though you weren’t really mad, your face would have said otherwise to anyone else.

“So I’ll take that as a yes then, wifey.” He then quickly dropped to press a chaste kiss to your lips before releasing your hand and sitting down in the chair.

Looking to the clock on the wall, you focused your vision on the distant numbers to read that it was most likely Steve’s lunch break.

“Are you spending your lunch break with me?” Your tone was now sweet and soft as it usually was towards Steve and his heart leaped at the progress being made.

“It seems that I am. ‘Was really looking forward to that chicken salsa, though.” A heap of blonde hair rested on your hand that Steve had now laid his head against, still holding tight with both of his own hands. You giggled at his dramatics and ruffled a free hand through his greasy hair.

“I haven’t eaten anything, you think you could spend your lunch break with me?” His head popped up at this and his face held the eagerness of an energetic puppy.

“Of course, sweetheart. We can head to the cafeteria. Hopefully they have something good for my girl.” It was now your turn for your heart to swell at his words. Not even a second later though, the sentimental moment was replaced with Steve’s usual sarcastic humor.

“See, I love you so much that I am willing to sacrifice my precious chicken salsa just to have lunch with you. You should be grateful to have me as your husband.” Steve’s pearly whites beamed at you in a cheesy smile and you gave a dismissive wave of your hand.

The two of you talked and enjoyed the rare time together for the next ten minutes until Steve noticed you shifting to sit up against the pillows. He thought nothing of it until suddenly you were throwing your legs over the side of the bed and making to get out of the so called cotton prison.

Waving a finger, Steve tutted you and hurriedly scooped your legs back onto the bed. You looked absolutely peeved and Steve knew it was from the way that he was treating you like a child or better yet, a patient. His wife, the fighter and he, the doctor. Two unlikely personalities but ones that worked best together nonetheless. This made Steve laugh whenever he thought about it.

“You can get up the minute you get released by the doc, okay?” Caring eyes now gave you a pleading look and you felt a small tinge of guilt crawling up your chest at how mean you had been to your husband when he has only been trying to help.

A knock on the wooden door signaled a visit from the one person you had been waiting on for what seemed to be ages.

“Speak of the devil.” Muttering the phrase so only Steve could hear you gave him an “I told you so” kind of look.

The Doctor looked up from the same clipboard as earlier to greet you once he made it in through the doorway, but he was surely surprised by the figure sitting in the chair beside you.

“Oh Dr. Rogers, what a surprise! So this is your wife I presume? I guess I should have put two and two together,” Your doctor of the moment laughed with Steve who added in a chuckle or two of his own.

“Yep, this is Mrs. Rogers!” Steve didn’t look at you, but lovingly squeezed your hand that was resting against his, “We are quite the handful so I am surprised you couldn’t tell that she was my other half.” A snicker ended his words and you couldn’t help but do the same.

Once the short introductions were over, the doctor walked over to do a speedy final exam on what was necessary as Steve watched from the sidelines still getting used to the idea of not being the one doing the examination. He hadn’t been in any other position in the hospital for such a long time that it took some time to get used to the fact that he wasn’t the one diagnosing and rather waiting for the diagnosis.

The doctor pulled away from hovering over you and now sat back on his rolling leather stool, scooting his way over to the computer and desk.

“Well I must say, (y/n), that you definitely live up to some of the stories your husband tells.” The other man in the white coat finished up his typing before turning back around to face you and his colleague.

“Ah, I hope he’s giving me some good street cred,” You teased and from the side you saw Steve shaking his head and chuckling under his breath.

“I assure you that they were all good things.” With that, the doctor formally released you, walking out of the room to give you some time to redress and such.

You went to get out of the bed for the nth time, but finally succeeded. Your legs felt a bit wobbly upon the first step, and Steve noticed this. He came up to stand beside you and placed a hand on your lower back with the other out in front in case you did fall. Placing your own hand on his scrub clad chest to steady yourself, you silently thanked him with a tender pat.

With Steve’s guidance, you went to change out of the wretched paper gown and into your shorts and shirt from working outside. It wasn’t exactly the most flattering outfit but at this moment you could care less for the only thing on your mind was getting out of this room.

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The ride in the elevator seemed to move slower than a snail and almost stopped on every floor. You were so crammed by the time you were only on the fifth floor that you used this as an excuse to lean up against Steve. He rubbed your arm and enveloped you in a side hug and planted a kiss on your head. The two of you never cared for PDA but neither of you had realized the onlooking eyes.

You found it mildly comedic when some of your fellow passengers seemed disgusted that a doctor was handling a patient in such a way. It was definitely gonna be a joke for later on.

Eventually you made it to the first floor and begrudgingly pushed yourself out of Steve’s warm embrace when the smell of garlic bread hit your nose.

“Huh, they never cook spaghetti around here. They must know we have a special guest today.” Steve pressed his lips against your ear to jokingly whisper to you as he ushered you out the elevator doors.

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Standing in line with a plastic tray at the cafeteria made you have flashbacks to middle school lunch and you shuddered at the thought. The memories played back in your mind like a movie and were interrupted (much to your relief) when Steve tapped your shoulder.

“You want this?” Steve held one of the plastic salad containers in hand, the white sleeve of his lab coat draped on top of the other stacked bowls in the open air freezer.

You nodded and he placed it on your tray, slightly bumping your hips as he walked past to grab a drink.

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For a good twenty minutes, you and Steve sat in comfortable silence in one of the booths until clicking clogs came closer and closer. So close that a shadow loomed over your table conveying that someone was here to speak.

“Dr. Rogers, I don’t think it’s entirely wise of you to have lunch with your patient. Actually, it’s quite inappropriate.” The older woman in burgundy scrubs pointed her gaze to the hospital band on your wrist and both you and Steve started laughing upon noticing. So that explained all the weird looks.

“Oh no, Dr. Williams! This is my wife (y/n),” You politely beamed up at the woman and set out your hand for a handshake. At this, her unenthusiastic expression changed to one of apologetic and she shook your hand with much grief as Steve continued on with his introductions.

“(y/n), this is Dr. Williams. She is the medical director for my department.”

“Wow! I’ve heard many wonderful things about you, Dr. Williams.” She went to return the praise before a beeping in her coat pocket signaled the time for her departure.

“Duty calls, but I’ll have you know this one here never shuts up about you. It was nice to finally put a face to a name, (y/n),” You glanced at Steve and noticed he was sheepishly grinning and turning redder by the second. So much so that he was hiding his face in his palms.

““I hope you have a quick recovery as well, hon!” The standing woman gave you a nod of her head and then turned to your husband whose face had finally regained its color. “As for you Steven, I will see you later. You have another resident to deal with today.” Dr. Williams sighed at the thought, waving you both goodbye and soon enough she was out the double doors of the lunch room.

“Ooh babe you’ll have to tell me how all of that goes.” Spooning some spaghetti into your mouth, you goofily raised your eyebrows at Steve.

“Trust me, it is not fun at all. When I was a resident, I would have never acted like some of the people I’ve trained!”

You snorted, “Uh huh. Sureee.”

“No really,” Steve’s eyes widened and he leaned over the table like he was sharing some sort of secret with you, “The audacity of some of these people.”

“I think you are just an old man now, Stevie, and can’t keep up with the times.” The blond screwed up his eyes and stuck his tongue out at you.

“Oh hush and finish your food, Miss. ‘I am soooo young’.” A napkin flew at Steve’s chest and the two of you laughed at the childish antics that had just ensued.

Just as both of your styrofoam containers became empty, an unpleasant ringer sounded in Steve’s pocket, just like the one of Dr. Williams’s departure. Once he gave the screen a swift peek, he looked back up at you with a long face.

“You gotta go?” Golden strands bobbed up and down as Steve nodded and you grabbed his hand.

“It’s alright! Thank you for spending the time with me today, though. I really appreciate it. Thanks for putting up with me, you know how I am sometimes.”

The larger hand encompassing yours gave a sympathetic squeeze.

“Oh darling, anytime, you know that. If you need anything, call me okay? I will try my best to answer.”

The temporary silence that filled the room was now replaced by annoying buzzing from the device that Steve had silenced for the moment. He irritability took it out and shoved it back in his pocket. Normally this didn’t bother Steve because this was his job, but since you were here, having just been sick, he wanted nothing more than to drop everything and focus on you. Knowing that was impossible, he tried his best to juggle both yet it seemed that the world wasn’t gonna wait on him.

“Do you want me to call Ma to come get you? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Her and Dad love your company.” For the moment, Steve appeared to look like he was ignoring the constant beeping, but you knew internally he was already out of the cafeteria and sprinting down the halls.

“No no, I’m fine, honey,” The doctor stared at you as if he didn’t believe you. “I mean it, Steve. I am fine. Now shoo.”

Dr. Rogers shared another laugh with you before pecking your lips and running out the room shouting, “I’ll see you later!”

He really was too good for this world.

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a/n: i really enjoyed writing for doctor!steve, so if anyone has any ideas that involves him and that you’d like me to write, send it in! <3

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The Tower: Family - 20

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1857

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of past child abuse

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 20: The Road to Forgiveness

I organized to meet my mother for lunch a week later. Natasha, Wanda, and Thor came with me. There had been a very long discussion full of a lot of debate about who should come with me. If I’d let them they all would have, but I didn’t want the whole thing to be overwhelmed by them. Part of me had wanted to go alone, but then when it came down to it, I was still scared to be left alone with either of my parents. Besides, we were trying to keep the pregnancies out of the tabloids and if I was going to go out in public, I needed to take Natasha with me so they couldn’t see me.

Wanda came so that she could read my mother’s mind, to see if she was genuine in her attempts to shake off my father and start a new life and relationship with me. While, Thor was coming because he had that ability to both be a calming and relaxing influence, but also intimidating if need be.

We thought we’d grab lunch somewhere with a private dining room that we could just be free to talk without too many prying eyes. Then afterward we’d go shopping for baby clothes and maybe something for ourselves.

We were all well and truly showing now, and I did worry about how mom would take the news that all three of us were pregnant. Natasha wore a short, black maternity dress with knee-length black leggings underneath and a chain belt that sat above the baby bump that’s chain hung down her side. Wanda was in a long, flowing, off-the-shoulder, lace dress in cream with red flowers embroidered on the bust and around the hems. I was in a short black dress with a blue tartan skirt and a pair of black lace tights under it. Thor was in black jeans, a gray v-neck t-shirt, and his favorite red velvet jacket over it. When we suddenly appeared in front of the staff of the restaurant they almost jumped in shock. That shock was quickly replaced with a look of slight awe and definitely attraction as they looked Thor up and down.

Mom was already waiting for us when we were led into the private room. She was with my brother Ian and a small, slight woman around his age that I didn’t recognize but I assumed must be his wife because there were two kids there too - a girl who looked around eight years old and a boy around five.

Mom got to her feet and seemed to move forward like she was going to come and greet me with a hug, before stopping dead and looking me up and down. “Elise! You’re pregnant!”

“I am?” I said, looking down at myself. “Oh wow. I guess I am.”

She gave me that look moms are so good at. The ones that tell you that you’re not as funny as you think you are. To her credit, she didn’t press the issue.

“Congratulations,” she said. “And both of you too?”

Natasha gave a terse nod, while Wanda smiled. “That’s right,” she said.

“Mom, you met Wanda,” I say. “And this is Natasha and Thor.”

Thor offered her his hand. She seemed grateful to take it. “It’s nice to meet you,” you said.

Ian moved forward. “Hey, El,” he said. “This is my wife Rachel.” Despite not having touched either of the people that were related to me, I offered my hand to Rachel. She shook it and trembled a little as she did.

“So nice to meet you. Ian said you were his sister and I didn’t believe him,” she said.

“Well, we’ve not had a lot of contact over the last fifteen or so years,” I said.

“Oh, this is Josh and Hannah,” she said.

“Hello,” I said, though their attention was completely drawn to Thor. They stared up at him with their mouths open.

He crouched down and smiled warmly at them. “Hello, children,” he said. “How are you?”

“I hope you don’t mind us coming along too,” Ian said. “We came to visit mom and then your people set up the lunch…”

“It’s fine,” I assured him. “It’s good to see you. Let’s sit. I’d really like to get off my feet.”

We all sat down, the kids both choosing chairs on either side of Thor. A waiter took our drink orders and left us to decide what we would order.

“How are your kids? You have two right? I read that somewhere,” Rachel asked.

“Yes, we have twins. A boy and a girl. They’re in preschool right now,” I answered. While everyone else seemed to be relaxing a little more, Natasha seemed to be getting more wound up and I was wondering if it was a good idea to bring her. “They’re good.”

Wanda looked at Natasha and Natasha pursed her lips. I was pretty certain that Wanda was telling her off because as the rest of us looked over the menu and Thor spoke with the kids about what they wanted to order Natasha’s face got tenser and tenser until she sagged and let out a huff of breath.

The waiter brought our drinks out and took our orders. I ordered four cheese gnocchi but as soon as the waiter left I regretted it. I wasn’t sure how well I was going to be able to stomach such a heavy dish considering the circumstances. Thankfully Thor ordered four different entrees and three starters, and among them was a salad and bruschetta so if I needed to, I knew I’d be able to swap with him.

“How have things been going, mom?” I asked. “They told me you’ve settled here.”

“Yes,” Mom said. “It’s a big change. Originally I was just going to stay in Ohio with Amanda but then part of me worried that if I did that I’d end up just going back to him. And I wanted to show you I was serious and make it up to you. I missed so much and I know ... I know how I treated you - all of you really - was terrible. Making you think it was okay for him to treat us like that. Making you think that was the only way to have a life. I don’t want to make excuses but it was all I knew either. And now here you are… with this other way. Are you happy?”

I smiled a little and my eyes felt a slight prickle from tears forming. “Yeah, mom. I’m really happy. This is different, you’re right. And sometimes it’s not easy. But while most people see the difference as us all being together as a group rather than just paired off, what’s different to me is I feel safe, loved, and supported. Even during our worst time, I had people who loved and supported me there helping me get through it. I just… never felt that growing up. I was scared all the time and I couldn’t see any way that would ever end, because you kept telling me all the ways I had to act to get a good husband, but a good husband wasn’t a good man, it was a rich one.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I want to try and make it up to you,” mom said. “But I know I can’t. I just hope you’ll let us start from scratch.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for too,” I said.

“Is it true that you’re all married to each other?” Hannah asked.

“That’s right, young one,” Thor said. “In fact for a while, your Aunt was the Queen of Asgard.”

“Woah,” Hannah gasped. “Really? Why not anymore?”

“After we wed I gave up the throne to my sister. She is taking care of things now so I have time to be a husband and father,” Thor explained.

“Are you really all married? I mean… officially?” Mom asked, looking between the three of us.

“As you know, on Earth Elise is legally married to Tony,” Wanda explained. “We did that for a sense of security and to protect the children’s inheritance. But prior to that, we all participated in a ceremony known as bonding on Asgard.”

“Asgard is more forward-thinking than here,” Thor added. “They are all legally my spouses and count as Asgard royalty. They are all princes and princesses there. It is much deeper too. We are connected.”

The starter came out and I pinched one of Thor’s stuffed mushrooms and began to eat it with a piece of warm rye bread that was provided for the table. I definitely wasn’t as tense as I had been when I arrived but even still, the rich buttery stuffing on the mushroom sat like a brick inside me when I swallowed it.

“Can I ask something?” Mom said. “I don’t know if this is offensive or rude but… do you know who the fathers of the children are?”

I sighed and took a sip of my drink, wishing the sweet and acidic juice had the deep burn of alcohol to go with it. “They’re everyone’s mom. Just like I’m going to be mommy to the babies that Wanda and Nat are carrying.”

“No,” she said, a little flustered. “I know, but…”

I shook my head, interrupting her. “Look, I know it’s different, and maybe even hard for you to grasp because you did play favorites. But we don’t. Not with these kids. We do happen to know biology. Part of that was because of medical issues that might have arisen depending on whose biology was involved. But as far as how we act and how we treat the kids, they are loved equally by everyone as their own. Because they are. That is no one’s business but ours. And I want to make it clear, they could biologically have been anyone’s. We aren’t confused friends, mom. They’re my husbands and wives in every sense of the word.”

“Right,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I do want you to feel okay around us. But… not if we have to fit some ideal you still have set in your head about how my life should be. It is how it is and if you want to meet the others and even the kids then you just have to be open to that difference.”

“Can we meet the other avengers?” Hannah asked.

“Perhaps someday,” Thor said. “I am sure your cousins would love to meet you too.”

“Thor,” Natasha warned, giving her head a tiny shake.

“Does that mean you’re our uncle?” Hannah asked.

A large smile broke out on Thor’s face. “Why yes it does,” he said.

“I’ve got a safer topic of discussion, and one Rachel and I can reciprocate,” Ian said. “How did you all meet and start seeing each other in the first place?”

“Oh, yes please,” Rachel added. “I would love to hear that.”

I smiled and looked at Natasha. “That we can do,” I said. “But it depends on how far back you want to go. Because it really starts way back in 1929…”

// NEXT

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make-me-imagine · 5 years

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👻 13 Days of Halloween - Day 2

Prompt: “Have you ever heard about what happened in that house?”

Pairing: Peter Parker 2.0 x reader

Requested by: Anon Gender: Neutral

***Triggers: Mention of murder, (children and an adult) blood, gore, allusions of abuse, etc. (This is all in story telling mode - happened in the past)

Note: Though this is really intense, I really enjoyed writing it, which might make me a bad person, idk lol let me know what you thought.

Genre: I don’t even know, some angst, a little fluff and humor

“Peter I’m cold, where are we going?!” you chuckled as he dragged you along down the darkened street, the lampposts buzzing with an orange glow.

“We’re almost there!” he called back, a smile on his face. Turning a corner at the end of an old building, that seemed to be an old garage or storage unit. Peter looked around before turning back to you, “Okay, come on”

You watched as he jumped up onto an old dumpster before turning and reaching for your hand “What are you doing?” you whispered.

“We’re going on the roof”

“Why?” you asked hugging yourself to keep warm as you glanced around, making sure no one was watching you.

“It’s a surprise, come on!” he smiled at you, gesturing his hand for you to take.

“What if we get caught?”

“We wont, everyone is out trick-or-treating” Seeing the skepticism on your face he smiled “I promise”

Sighing you took his hand as he pulled you up onto the dumpster. Grabbing the fire escape he pulled it down, the loud sliding metal echoing through the alley. The two of you winced and froze, listening for the sound of awakening neighbors. You looked at him pointedly, trying not to smile when he grinned cheekily “See? No one is around”

You rolled your eyes as he climbed up the fire escape, the old shaking ladder not giving you any confidence. Taking a breath you slowly make your way up, taking his hand once you got to the top. Standing at full height you look around, seeing the rooftops of the old neighborhood, hearing the distant sound of trick-or-treaters. “What if the kids come this way?”

“No one ever trick-or-treats here, half of the houses are abandoned”

With that you looked down at the houses, seeing most completely darkened, some with broken windows and decaying wooden doors. A shiver ran down your spine as you took it in “And what kind of surprise would bring us here? This place is creepy Peter”

He walked across the roof and sat on the edge, calling back in a whisper “Here!”

You gingerly walked over to him, not trusting the old roof creaking beneath your feet. Sitting down next to him you look across the way, seeing an old empty house, having obviously been long forgotten. On either side were empty lots, the empty outlines on the old brown lawn showing the echoes of the houses that used to sit there.

“Don’t tell me you bought that house”

He chuckled “No, definitely not!”

“Then how is that creepy old house a surprise?”

“Have you ever heard about what happened in that house?”

You frowned, giving him a puzzled look “Peter I don’t even know where we are, how am I supposed to recognize an old house?”

“That’s the Evans House” He said expectantly, as though you would recoil in horror or surprise. But instead, you shook your head in obliviousness.

“Come on, how have you never heard of the Evans house?” he asked in disdain.

“Peter I’m not as much of a history nerd as you are” you laughed.

He chuckled “Well, the surprise, is that it’s haunted”

You looked from his face to the house and then back to him “Why can’t your surprises ever be tickets to a concert, or a fair or something?”

He laughed “Come on, it’s Halloween, we have to do something fun!”

“Going to a creepy haunted house is not fun Peter! That’s the opening scene in every horror movie ever”

“Come on, aren’t you the least bit curious as to what happened?” he gave you a small smile.

Looking back at the house you sighed and then smiled, “Fine, what’s the story?”

His grin widened as he adjusted himself, sitting behind you, with his arms wrapped around you, warming you slightly. He leaned in, his chin on your shoulder as he began talking in a low, slow voice “So, in 1946, the Evans family moved into this house. It had recently been built and was one of the first to be built in this neighborhood. The Evans were your typical family, mom, dad, two kids. The dad was a construction worker, the mom was a school teacher. They lived in the house for about 3 years before the neighbors started to notice they had begun acting weird. The mom and the kids kept missing classes, and when they came outside it was only ever to go to the car or check the mail. The mom began wearing scarves, even in the summer. The neighbors suspected that the father was abusing them”

You broke in “That’s horrible”

“It was, but the worst thing, was that no one did anything. And eventually, the neighbors stopped seeing the kids all together, and the mom would only ever be seen in the windows. The dad would come out every day, and go to work. Even though there were rumors that he was abusive, some couldn’t believe it. He was too nice, always kind and helpful to others. And when some of his work friends would ask how his family was, he would say that his kids have been having health issues and that they are being home-schooled now. This seemed to convince most people, though many, especially the other house-wives, thought it odd that the mother never came out anymore, because she used to be really social and would go over to the neighbors houses all the time, and now when they would go over to try and see her, the mother would speak through the door, telling them she was busy with her children.”

You stared at the house, picturing the story in your head as Peter spoke, completely immersed in the story.

“One day, one of the neighbors decided she would go and see the mother again, check in, make sure everything was okay. When she knocked, the mother answered, and for the first time in a while she actually opened the door. And apparently she looked as though she had aged. Her skin and eyes were slightly more sunken in, and she seemed tired. The neighbor asked her how she was, but before the mother could say anything the father appeared at the door. And though he spoke with smiles and kind words, telling the neighbor that his wife had the flu and should really be in bed, the neighbor said that she felt threatened, as though he was holding back ‘righteous anger’. So she quickly left, and told her husband, who shook it off as nothing. Things continued to same for a while and the father acted perfectly normal at work and in town. But on the night of October 10th, 1950, the neighbors were awoken by loud banging and slamming doors, and some swore that they had heard screams.”

You felt a chill run down your spine, waiting for something bad to happen.

“The next morning one of the neighbors, one of the father’s friends from work went to check on them. The father answered the door with his usual smiling demeanor, and answered his friends questions easily and with no hesitation. He said, ‘oh, yeah a big raccoon got in the house last night and scared my wife and kids, it took me a couple of minutes to scare him out the back door, he knocked over a bunch of stuff in the process, made a big mess.’ The neighbor took this as the truth, but couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. When he told his wife, she didn’t buy it, and actually called the police. Telling them that she suspected marital abuse. The police showed up a little while later to question the man about a noise complaint. The father invited them in, told them that the wife and kids were out. Which to any of the neighbors, would have been an obvious lie. The police, since they didn’t know anything about what the neighbors had been seeing were going to leave. But as they were headed out the door, one of the police officers glanced at the basement door and saw a streak of blood on the wall. This caused them to become suspicious and they questioned the father. He tried to tell them that the raccoon had gotten hurt, but they noticed he had become agitated. And as one of the police officers moved closer to the door the father suddenly became violent, pulling the cop away and trying to shove them out of the house. One of the officers restrained the husband while the other opened the basement door, seeing obvious blood marks on the stairs. “

Peter felt a shiver run through you, making him pause “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

Your eyes had never left the house, but you shook your head “I wanna hear the end of the story��

“Okay.” He paused for a moment before he lowered his voice again “So, the officer walked down the basement steps, seeing continuous bloody drag marks leading to a large freezer at the back of the basement. When the officer opened the freezer door he was horrified to see the wife, covered in blood crumpled in the freezer. And when the officer finally looked closer, he saw the completely frozen bodies of this two children underneath her.”

“Oh my god” you muttered.

“After the father was arrested, they found out that the children had been dead for a couple of weeks. The father admitted that he killed them while they were sleeping. He had been abusing all of them for years, and finally things got so bad that he basically held them captive in the house. The night before he was finally arrested, he caught his wife trying to sneak out the back door and killed her with a hammer. When the police asked him why he did it, he admitted that it was only because ‘he was tired of having to take care of them’. He was convicted of murder and sentenced to death. Not long after his death, the neighbors swore that at night they could hear banging and screaming coming from the house, and that every so often they see a man standing in the window, or the lights turning on and off throughout the house. The neighbors in the houses that have been demolished moved out a few months later. They could never sell the houses so they just got rid of them.”

“Why didn’t they tare that one down?” you asked, staring into the darkened window of the Evans house.

“The sister of the mother bought it, and it’s been passed down to her children, who have never done anything with it”

“Are you sure that story’s true? Are you making it up Peter?” you asked with a hint of hope that this was all a joke.

“Kind of wish I was, but no, It’s true. I learned all about it from newspapers in the library archive.”

You sighed “That’s a horrible story Peter” you paused “You don’t really think it’s haunted do you?”

He hugged your tighter “I don’t know, but it is creepy isn’t it?”

The two of you stared at the house for a moment, before you heard Peter gasp slightly “What?”

“Nothing” he adjusted himself, trying to hide the fear in his eyes “Let’s go, it’s getting cold”

“Peter?” you questioned.

He stood reaching out his hand, “It’s nothing, I just thought I saw something, it was just a shadow”

Before you could question him more or stand up you heard a bang come from the house. Your heads snapped towards it as your heart seemed to stop “What was that?” you asked, fearing the answer.

“Raccoon?” You punched Peter in the leg causing him to gasp “Ow, sorry, yeah, poor taste, I know”

Standing up, your eyes didn’t leave the house. You jumped in surprise when another bang could be heard from within the house. “Peter?” your voice gave away your fear as Peter grabbed your hand “Please tell me this is a joke”

Suddenly, the light in the room you had been staring into earlier turned on, and a shadowy figure was standing in the window. And though you couldn’t see any eyes, you knew that he was staring directly at you.

Gasping, Peter pulled you towards him as the two of you ran across the roof and down the ladder, leaving the area as fast as you could. Though you were distancing yourself from the house you still felt as though there were eyes on you. When you finally made it to a more lit part of town, and children and families visible you stopped to catch your breath.

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Never surprise me EVER again”

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coshayphinelove · 7 years

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As I read your last Fic, it cross my mind that you haven't wrote about Cos finding Shay again after season 3 plus reuniting with Delphine. So could please write something about Cos being excited about bringing her girl friends together where they start talks about building a home and becoming a family. Maybe where the three actually say vows to each other, a long the lines of a marriage ceremony officially binding them together.

You know what you want, I like it.

Um,, since the whole making of a relationship scene is going to happen in my fic and I’m right now struggling with how to do it (shameless plug for LOVING TWO) I’m going to go with something in between-ish. Hope that’s okay.

Prompt me!!

Cosima bustled around Shay’s kitchen making popcorn and pouring wine. It didn’t really feel like Shay’s kitchen anymore. It felt shared. The three of them hung out here more than they hung out in the new lab, though they loved it, it was cold and damp there.

She turned as Shay and Delphine shared a laugh. Her heart soared in her chest. Even though they were just friends, they were really affectionate with each other. Shay had one of her legs thrown over Delphine’s lap and Delphine had one of her hands resting on her shin. Watching her girls be together and happy gave her immeasurable amounts of joy. It made Cosima all warm and fuzzy inside knowing where they started and seeing them now.

She poured the popcorn into a bowl and tried to fit all three glasses into her other hand.

“Cherie, are you sure you don’t want any help?”

“No, no. You just relax,” she said around the lip of the bowl that she had put there to balance it on her hand.

Shay appeared out of nowhere and took the bowl and one of the glasses out of her hands. “I love you very much, but that doesn’t mean you get to stain my floors.”

Cosima giggled, “I love you too.”

“That’s what you took from that? Ugh.”

Delphine laughed, “She has selective hearing, I think.”

“Are we gonna watch a movie or pick out all my faults?” Cosima teased and handed Delphine a glass of wine.

“We could do either, honestly,” Shay said as she settled back onto the couch.

Cosima pouted. She knew they were kidding, but she wanted them to feel at least a little bad.

“Aww, pauvre petite chiot,” Delphine cooed and reached for Cosima’s hand to intertwine their fingers.

Cosima laughed, “How many times do we have to go over this? Out of the two of us, you are most certainly the puppy.”

“Uh-uh,” Delphine giggled.

“Delphine’s right,” Shay said offhandedly, not knowing that there were many arguments that had come before this.

“What?” Cosima and Delphine asked, one with incredulity and one with excitement.

“Well, Cosima is excitable and has a lot of energy. You’re playful and need a lot of attention otherwise you might tear up the couch,” Shay said and as she went she got more and more apologetic.

Cosima let out a laugh of disbelief.

“Whereas Delphine is a cat,” Shay plowed on, trying not to offend but not really sure if she was hurting or helping herself, “You like to curl up in a warm spot and sit still. You like to snuggle and I’m pretty sure I’ve heard you purr when Cosima plays with your hair.”

“Okay but look at her face!” Cosima cupped Delphine’s cheeks. “I mean, how do you look at her and not see a puppy?”

Shay shrugged, “I mean if she has to be a canine she would be an older dog, not a puppy.”

Delphine gasped in mock offense. “All dogs are puppies!”

They all laughed.

“That’s what offended you?” Shay asked.

Delphine shrugged and continued to laugh. Cosima looked between both of their faces. Their cheeks were pink with laughter and Delphine’s eyes had gone all crinkly from her smile. Shay’s dimples popped and she brushed her bangs out of her face.

Cosima felt a surge of love and happiness, so much so that she started to tear up. She put a hand over her mouth to try and stifle her emotions. It didn’t work and tears started to fall down her face and she hiccuped a little sob.

“Oh, my god what’s wrong?” Shay asked and put her hands on Cosima’s hips, fearing that they’d gone too far, no doubt.

Delphine squeezed her hand where their fingers were still twisted together and tilted her head in question.

Cosima shook her head, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing is wrong,” she said with a teary grin.

Delphine smiled and started to tear up herself.

“You’re such a cheese ball,” Shay whispered on a relieved sigh.

Cosima straddled one of Shay’s legs and one of Delphine’s legs and buried her face in their shoulders. They almost simultaneously kissed her shoulders and wrapped their arms around her back.

Cosima gave a wet laugh, “I’m just so happy that we’re all here. I love you both so much. I don’t know what I would do without you.” She sat back and made pointed eye contact with the both of them, “Either of you.”

That’s what tipped Shay over the edge and she teared up. She sniffed loudly and said with a thick throat, “Well we obviously love you, too.”

Delphine shifted to put her free arm around Shay’s shoulders. Shay leaned into it and rested her face on Cosima’s shoulder. Cosima pressed a kiss to her hair and then leaned forward and kissed Delphine softly.

Since Celeste had started college, they had decided to do a family dinner every other Sunday. They loved being empty nesters, but they missed the kids.

To prepare, Shay and Delphine texted around asking what people wanted and sent Cosima to the store to get things that they didn’t already have. By the May of Celeste’s freshman year they were a well-oiled machine.

Right now the potatoes (Aubrey’s favorite kind) were cooking in the oven and the meat was defrosting on the counter, ready to get put in the pan to cook (Ollie’s favorite). There was nothing left to do until later, so Shay and Delphine had settled onto the couch to snuggle and read. Cosima put the last of the groceries away and went to the living room to find them. Percy, their cat, followed closely on her heels.

When she saw her wives, the mothers of her children, the beautiful women that she had chosen to spend her life with, curled up together still after all these years in the same way they always had, she was hit with an unnameable emotion. It was love, nostalgia, and joy all wrapped up in a teary smile.

Remembering the last time she had felt this type of way she replicated her actions. She walked forward and climbed into their laps, burying her face in their shoulders.

Delphine laughed and tossed her book to the side, “Some warning would be nice, mon ange.” She kissed up and down Cosima’s neck.

“Okay, here’s you’re warning: I love you very much and I need to kiss you,” Cosima giggled.

Delphine started to retort, but was cut off with a kiss. She was startled, but recovered to run her fingers through Cosima’s curly, grey hair and kiss her back.

“No fair!” Shay cried, “I wanna kiss Delphine, too!”

“Mhmm, in a minute,” Cosima mumbled around Delphine’s tongue.

Delphine laughed and turned to kiss her other wife passionately.

Just then, footsteps came down the stairs.

“Ew, gross,” Ollie muttered and grabbed his shoulder bag.

“Hey, we’re sixty,” Cosima shot back over her wives heads, “Not dead.”

Delphine broke the kiss to say, “You’re not sixty.”

“Yeah, I am,” Shay retorted. She turned to Ollie, “And for the record, I am dead.”

“Ghost mom,” Ollie sang and threw the strap to his bag over his shoulder.

Cosima dismounted her wives and asked, “Where you off to, big guy? Dinner’s gonna be ready here pretty soon.”

“Trans youth group,” he looked at his watch, “Which starts pretty soon, so…”

“You’re not a trans youth anymore, though,” Cosima said, her tone going up at the end making it a question.

“Yeah, I thought you aged out?” Delphine asked. She still remembers bringing him to his first meeting.

“Well, I may not be a youth anymore, but I am still trans. They asked me to come by, talk to the youths about college and stuff. They heard that I’m trying to get into public speaking and figured they’d give me a shot.” Ollie shrugged. “Rumor has it I may be getting asked to be like, a real mentor or something.” They could tell he was excited but trying not to get his hopes up.

“Oliver!” Delphine cried, insisting on using his full name because when he chose it she begged him to pick something French so she could pronounce it properly. He hadn’t and she loved to tease him. “That’s incredible!” She got up and wrapped him in a hug. “I’m so proud of you,” she murmured.

“We’re all proud of you,” Shay said, “Jeez Delphine, what happened to ‘united front?’” She got up and wrapped the both of them in a hug.

Cosima tackle hugged the three of them, too choked up to say anything.

Just then the front door opened.

“Oh, are we all hugging Ollie?” Aubrey, Ollie’s twin, asked.

“No!” Ollie cried. “You’re all sweaty, stay-” Aubrey, taking mostly after Cosima, tackle hugged her family. “Away from me,” Ollie finished, defeated.

Since she was coming straight from soccer training, she was all sweaty. She was an incredible athlete, so even though spring training was supposed to be light she went all out.

Aubrey had left the front door open in her excitement and Celeste popped in largely unnoticed, coming from her band practice. “I see how it is. Family moment without Celeste. ‘Quick let’s all hug before she gets home!’” she teased. She closed and locked the door. She set her guitar case down and Shay pulled her in tight.

“Wasn’t a family moment ‘til you got here babe,” Shay muttered.

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bobbysbath-blog · 7 years

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mary // holy walking

„ Oh look at that. I missed you, Sweetheart“

you looked with so much hate to Negan's Direction. You wanted to cut his eyes out, right here, right now. You dreamed about it so many times.

„ What the hell are you doing, Dad?“

„ Dad? DAD?“ you looked between Dean and Negan, waiting for an answer that no one is giving you.

Negan just continued to smirk at you, with that goddamn awful smirk he always gave you.

And Dean looked like he just saw a fucking Ghost.

„ DAD???“ you tried again. This time with more anger. Dean finally looked at you and saw how angry you were.

„ Yeah , he's my … dad, HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW HIM?“ He yelled at you all of a sudden, and although you could tell him everything right now, because he would find out everything eventually anyway probably , but you just couldn't.

„ Son, you mind telling me why you are here with my fucking toy, getting wasted with good Vodka and enjoy it like some stupid Birthday Party? Shouldn’t you be out with Sam, hunting for things“

“ Too bad he found me, huh?” you said with a smirk, and oh boy, the look on Negan’s Face was priceless.

„ You never make the Mistake again and spit in my Face, you bitch. The only thing you're gonna spit on is my dick when you suck it. Got it?“

You felt sick. Every fiber of your Body was on fire, you wished you would've never done that or even opened your goddamn mouth.

„ Like I said, YOU ARE MINE now!“ Negan yelled in your face, before he let go off you and put you in the back of the Truck.

„ Take care of her Dwightyboy. Careful .. she might spit in your Face“ Negan winked at the Guy – apparently Dwight? As he walked to the front of the Truck.

Dwight looked messed up. Not only because his Expressions were deadly serious, he could easily be a Walker. But also his Hair, his Face was half burned and his Clothes were dirty.

You don't even wanna know what these guys have to go through because of Negan.

„ Why are you so stupid?“ Dwight asked you all of a sudden Negan started the Engine and started to drive.

You didn't said anything, you just let him talk further. Not that you got a chance anyway.

„ You're not playing with him. Look where you are now“

You still didn't said anything. You don't know that guy, he was working for him after all. Why would you listen to him?

„ You know … he gave us orders. He wanted to kill all of you, your whole Family, to get Food and Supplies that we needed. It's what we do. But when he saw you. He stopped Marcus, a guy of us, immediately to kill you. You were dead if he didn't stop him. So you should show him some respect“

All you could do was scoff and shake your head as you looked up at the Ceiling of the Truck.

„ You think that's funny?“

„ No … although .. yeah, it is funny to show respect to the one person that killed your mom“

„ How do you know her?“ Dean stepped a few steps further to Negan and instantly stopped when he pointed his Bat in front of his Face.

„ Do. not. Make me kill you with her, Son“

Dean took a long and deep breath and you could see his Jaw clenching. You had no idea what the hell was going on.

„ How do you know her and where the hell were you??“ Dean almost yelled into his Face. Apparently he didn’t know anything about his Dad? God that was still so weird. You just wanted to go away, go away from both of them. Be on your own for a while and collect your thoughts.

„ How do you know her?“ Negan asked back.

You slowly took a step back, trying to be as quiet as possible to reach the Door. You didn’t want to be a part of this Conversation. You knew how it would end, and you didn’t want to see the end of it.

„ Don't you walk out that Door, Sweetheart“ Negan said just as you were about to get out. Fucking amazing.

You closed your eyes and just turned around to face both Men again. You got no idea how you were supposed to get out of this.

„ I'm sorry“

„ No you're not. You work for him. So your sorry ass opinion is really irrelevant“

You hated Dwight. You hoped the Car Ride wouldn't be as long, so that you didn’t have to keep up with his shit for hours.

„ I got my reasons“

„ Sure you have“

He looked like he wanted to say something, but he decided against it. Which was probably better for him, otherwise you would knock his Teeth out.

„ I really don't want this for everyone, okay? I lost my wife too“ He said eventually and you just felt your Blood boil in your Veins.

„ Still you wanted to kill me not only an hour ago. But yeah, I get it“

„ You better tell me right fucking now, why the hell she is here with you, when she was supposed to have a nice Dinner with me. But when I wanted to get her out of her Room, she wasn’t there anymore. And now I see you both together. This is the Lottery”

You just prayed to god that he wouldn't smash Dean's Head in. But apparently it's his Son, so you think he wouldn't do that. At least you hoped he wouldn't. You never know with this Guy.

„ You. With me, NOW!“ Negan held the Bat right in front of your Face. As if that would still scare you. He wouldn't kill you. He would a long time ago, if he wanted to.

„ Do not make me shoot your other leg, Princess“

you slowly put your hand on your Wound – that was covered with some Bandage. Of course it didn't go unnoticed by Dean and his Eyes widen.

„ You? You did that to her? I thought it happened because of some Walkers?“ He then looked at you, just to find you looking on the ground already. This was getting out of hand.

„ You got a lovely Dad“ you fake smiled and scoffed slightly.

„ I am done here. You Princess, Come with me. And Dean you go back and find some shit with Sam, GOT IT?” Negan said and grabbed your wrist.

„ Don't you fucking touch me“ you tried your best not to spit at him again. Which probably wouldn't be the best thing to do right now.

Negan let out a disgusting chuckle and licked his lips over his upper lip as he just stared down at you.

It felt like you were driving for hours. Where the hell does this guy live anyway?

But then finally the Truck stopped driving and you looked at Dwight, just to find him smirking at you already. You wanted to knock his teeth out so bad.

„ We're home, honey“ did he just call you honey?

„ This isn't my home, and I sure as hell am not your honey you faceless twat.“

He just snickered slightly, before he got up and took you by your wrists and walked out of the Truck. You followed him and almost fell over your own feet. The guy could at least be gentle with you.

„ Don't move“ he said as he looked at you and walked away from you.

Sure you could walk and run away easily now. But that would probably not bring you far. So you decided to do what's best for you. Just wait and see.

„ You're still here, Sweetheart. Good Choice“ Negan said as he walked around your Body, his Finger's brushing over your left cheek.

„ Didn't really have a choice, but yeah, looks lovely“

you looked around yourself and saw a huge Fabric. Which definitely doesn't look like a Home, and you quiete frankly didn't want to know how it looks from inside either.

„ Follow me, Princess“ can he finally stop with these awful pet names?

But you followed him eventually anyway. He never looked back at you, he just kept walking.

„ You get your very own Room. I make sure of that. None of my Wive's have that. Feel special, Sweetheart“

Did he just say Wive's? Not bad enough that he has a Wife, but Wive's? Really?

You wanted to ask him what's up with that, of course. But you decided not to. Which was probably the most logical thing to do in your Situation.

„ It's pretty. I actually wanted to build a Fitness Room for myself. But you never know who you meet on these lonely street's nowadays”

And then he finally looked back at you and licked his lips. My god this guy was disgusting … kinda hot, but definitely disgusting. You don't even wanna know how old he is. Which makes it even more disgusting.

„ I hope it's all from Ikea“ you joked, already punching yourself for it. Now is not the time to be witty Kinga, dammit.

„ Much better, Princess, much better“

Yeah sure. You thought to yourself and followed him, as he opened a huge Door that lead inside of the Fabric.

It was cold. Of course, the only thing you wore were some Short's, a black top and white vans – which are destroyed and dirty either way.

Everything was so dark, a few Lights here and there wouldn't destroy the place.

Negan walked right ahead of you, with a huge smirk on his Face.

If you would have a Knife, or a Gun or anything, you could take the opportunity and kill him right here. But luck wasn't on your side. Per usual.

„ And this -“ Negan pointed at an open Room, which looked much brighter, and much more modern than the other Rooms that were closed.

„ This is my Room. And yours for the Future, Princess“ Yeah right, like you stay with this Psychopath.

You slowly followed him into the Room. He sat right on the big Couch that was in the middle of the Room and you decided to sit on the Bed. You had no idea why.

„ Ahhhh, nice having a new and young Girl on my Bed“ Negan said as he licked his lips and never took his eyes off of you.

You didn't either, but your expression was more angry than lustful.

„ Why don't you tell me your name, Sweetheart?“ He put his Bat by the Side and stared right at you.

„ Kinga“ you fake smiled, causing Negan to chuckle.

„ Pretty name from a pretty girl“

This dude was just creepy as hell …

He looked at the Bat and then up at you again.

„ This is Mary. And she is awesome. As you can see she is covered in a lot of Blood, so I say this once and for all. Do not make us angry“

Now you were 100% convinced that this guy's a Psychopath.

Right when you wanted to say something about his weird ass bat, Negan stood up from the Couch and walked over to you.

Why your first thought was that he smelt good? You had no fucking idea.

„ You know, I can't just take you with me and give you a good life here. No, you need to understand that you don't mess with me or my Boys, but especially me. And when I said that my Dick is the only thing you will spit on, I fucking meant it. So do your fucking Job, and I may not punish you too hard“

Did he just say that? At least he let his stupid Bat where it is.

„ Go on. Or do you think my Jeans unbotton itself?“ He was more angry now. Sure, he seemed angry before already, but now it was just unpleasant.

Negan winked at you one last time, before you brushed your Hands over his Thighs further to his Crotch.

He wanted to play this game, then let's fucking play the game.

Your hands moved over to his half hard Bulge in his Pants, hearing a small groan escaping his Lips. You looked up at him, seeing that he clearly enjoyed this. Sick Bastard.

„ Keep going, Sweetheart“ he growled and you slowly unbuckled his Belt and threw it over to the Couch.

Just when you were about to unbotton his Pants, he took your cheek in his hands and made you look up at him.

„ You're so beautiful, sweetheart“

If that's supposed to make you feel better, it didn’t fucking work.

You looked back at his Jeans and finally unbottoned them. Pulling them down 'til they hit the Ground along with his Boxers.

Negan's now Hard Cock spran against his Stomach. He probably waited for this ever since he found you. And damn was he big. Of course you thought he would be, but damn.

You slowly licked at the tip, feeling the pre-cum on your tounge. He tasted salty but good? Why did this thought even come to your mind …

You looked up at him through your lashes, and saw him staring angrily at you.

„ Did I say you should fucking tease me?“ he almost yelled at you.

No you didn't but it's fun to see that you're not the only one who's in charge for once.

“ Hold on, I got an idea” Negan walked over to the Couch, trying not to fall over his Jeans and took Mary in his Hand.

“ The more Blood around her, the more happier she is. So fucking suck and do your job” He held her right over your head, you could practically feel the barbed wire.

Eventually you spit on his dick, because well that's what he wanted after all. You bobbed your head and slowly took as much as you can in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly and pull away from him. Everything was full of Spit, it was quiete disgusting, but apparently Negan loved it, according to the Sounds he made.

“ That’s it baby”

You moved down his shaft immediately again, aggressively jerking off the rast of him that didn’t fit in your Mouth.

Negan's Hands found their way to your Hair, moving you back and forth, fucking your mouth as fast as he could. You almost couldn't breathe as he just kept going, not caring for you one bit, only for his own Pleasure.

„ Fuck my fucking life, Sweetheart. Your mouth feels so good wrapped around my Cock”

He let out a loud growl and moaned your name, before he spilled himself deep in the back of your throat. You felt his Dick twitching inside of your mouth, and tasted every bit of him on your tounge. Negan still shaked a bit, as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back.

You just looked up at him and swallowed everything. And licked the rest off of your Finger’s.

„ Now that is what I am talking about, Sweetheart. God damn. I am never gonna let you go”

„ I don't know if you can remember, Sweetheart. But I said I am never gonna let you go. So, you're coming back with me, you useless piece of shit“

There it was again, the angry Negan you knew and hated.

You had to think fast. This wasn't the first time you tried to escape him. You could do this. Just like before.

„ I don't think so“ you said as you took the Gun Dean had, out of his Hands and pointed it right at Negan.

Of course he only chuckeled. He never took things serious, and it annoyed the living hell out of you.

„ You seriously wanna threaten me with a Gun, while I am holding Mary, Sweetheart?“

„ Mary?“ Dean asked confused. Causing you to look at him for a second.

Which wasn't the best Idea, 'cause all of a sudden Negan stood in front of you and held the Bat right in your Face. Not the first time as well.

„ I never let you go, Sweetheart. Not ever. You are mine!“

„ No. Never was“

And with that you cocked the gun right next to his head and fired the Shot.

You took Dean's Hand and ran away immediately, feeling slightly dizzy from the Noise of the Shot. It was fucking painful in your Ears. But definitely not more painful than what this sick bastard had planned for you.

You closed the Door instantly as you and Dean were outside and took a long and deep breath as you stopped running for a second.

„ Is he ? Did you just … is he dead?“ Dean asked you, still completely confused what just happened with his Dad.

„ I guess so …“

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