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daisyblog · 5 months
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We Made It
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Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN and Harry's unexpected suprise.
For a week or so, Harry had noticed some changes with YN. She was crying at pretty much everything, like the other night tears were streaming down her face because they’d ran out of her favourite chocolate. 
In the last few days Harry had noticed that YN was saying she was tired a lot, almost sleeping the minute her head hit the pillow. She was complaining of having headaches and feeling nauseas. 
At first they thought it may have been a bug or something and her body needing a break. But something no one else would have noticed, but Harry knew YN’s body better than he knew his own, was that her breasts looked bigger. And that’s when the thoughts started swirling around in his head. 
At first he thought he may have been over reacting, but as the days passed and the symptoms had only gotten worse, he had a feeling he was right. 
Harry and YN had just finished packing for their weekend trip up North to watch Louis’ shows in Sheffield and Manchester. YN practically collapsed on the bed, complaining how tired she was, despite the fact that they hadn’t done much knowing how busy their weekend was about to be. 
Harry was in the en suite, and as he finished washing his hands at the sink he quickly looked to see if YN still had the tests in the cupboard. He was hesitant to say anything but it had been on his mind for a while, and he needed to know. 
“Hey babe!” Harry walked into their bedroom, with the test in his hand. “I think you need to take this.”
Harry held the test out towards her, but YN froze at the sight of a  pregnancy test. “What..why-why do-“.
“Babe, you’re feelings sick, you’re struggling to stay awake” Harry began to list the few symptoms, before adding another with a cheeky grin “And…those” he gestured towards her chest “are fucking massive”.
Even in this situation, YN couldn’t help but laugh at Harry’s cheeky comment, a loud giggle leaving her lips. “Do you really think I could be?”.
Harry shrugged his shoulders, “There’s only one way to find out”.
After peeing on the two sticks, YN sat them on the counter in front of them both. Taking YN into his arms, Harry left a soft loving peck to her temple. He had deja vu from when they had been in this situation before, waiting for the results of their future.
Breaking the silence, Harry’s timer on his phoned buzzed, letting them know that the three minutes was up. Not being able to wait any longer, they both reached for a stick each.
Both not believing what they were looking at, their eyes found each others. Eyes wide, mixed with excitement and nerves. “I’m pregnant”.
“We’re having a baby!” Harry pulled YN into his arms, holding her tight and covering her face with kisses, giggles leaving her lips as he did.
Almost like all the emotions had hit her at once, tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “I feel so overwhelmed.” YN admitted as she wiped the tear that slipped down her cheek.
“Hey, it’s okay…it’s normal to feel all these emotions.” Harry reached to wipe her cheek as another tear appeared. “I am so so happy…but I am absolutely fucking terrified”.
“You don’t need to be, you’re going to be the best Dad to this little one” YN complimented, his dimples appearing at her words. 
“And you’re going to be the best Mum.” Harry spoke, moving a loose piece of hair from her face. “Because you literally had the best.”
At his words, the tears poured. YN always knew how hard it would be if she were ever to become a Mum without her own by her side, but the reality of it had it her suddenly. She remembers Lottie feeling the same way and Phoebe, who too was currently pregnant. But now she see’s how Lottie’s light is back on and that’s all down to Lucky. 
For the rest of the night, Harry and YN laid together under the sheet, talking, crying and wondering who the little life was hiding away in her tummy. 
They had discussed wanting to keep it a secret until they had been for their scan and knew their little one was healthy and how far along YN was. But they had agreed on telling one person each about their news. It hadn’t taken them long to decide on who their person was going to be.
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YN would have loved nothing more but to run to her Mum and share the news because again, her Mum would have been the best Nana. She had seen first hand how much she loved Freddie but sadly she accepted that would never be able to have that moment. She knew her Mum was by her side everyday, she could feel her and she knew she had sent her this little baby. 
So who else would YN turn to? Louis of course. Louis was not only YN’s brother, but her best friend too. They were one of a kind for siblings, growing up they bickered like any brother and sister would but as they got older they realised how important they were to each other. Louis protected her and YN worshiped the ground he walked on. Louis was the person YN looked to for advice, or to share an achievement with and the person who she wanted to go to when times were good and not so good. 
They had decided to share their news with Louis at his Sheffield show. They had travelled up the morning of the show and stopping at her grandparents house because that’s where they were staying that evening. YN found it hard not to let their little secret slip to her Nan, especially after she hugged her and the older woman said “There’s something different about you…you’re extra happy.”.
To be able to see Louis before everyone arrived, Harry and YN headed to the arena before the rest of her family as they were still waiting for Lottie, Lewis and Lucky to arrive. 
They had found Louis in his dressing room enjoying a few moments of silence, before the busy night ahead. The sound of the door opening caused Louis head to turn and his smile immediately showed.
“Oh here they are, c’mere” Louis stood from his place and motioned for YN to him. Wrapping his arms around her, swaying slightly, telling her how much he’d missed her. “Well someone’s chirpy today.”
“Fook off Lou” YN laughed as she sat down in the seat that Louis was just using. Louis and Harry sitting down on the sofa opposite.
“Excited for tonight?” Harry asked Louis, knowing exactly how he was feeling. But it was a nice feeling knowing Harry got to be apart of the crowd tonight and a fan, instead of the one entertaining. 
“I’m fookin’ buzzin’ man…just can’t wait to get out there.” Louis spoke quickly, the excitement surrounding him and evident in his tone.
“I have the best idea!” YN announced, emphasising the word best. Both boys turning their heads with unimpressed expressions, wondering what she was going to suggest. “You should both sing a One Direction so-“.
Louis interrupted her idea before she could finish. “And this is the reason why I kicked you out of the group chat you made for us”.
“Yeh that was fookin’ rude.” YN bit back, Harry shaking his head knowing that this could go back and forth all day. Instead picking up the gift bag that they had brought with them. “Babe, why don’t you give this to Louis?” He suggested, trying to change the topic. 
Taking the bag from Harry, she passed it to Louis with no further explanation. Louis looked between the pair, a frown written all over his face because he didn’t understand why they were giving him a gift. “Whot’s this for?”.
“Just open it!” YN smiled, encouraging her brother to open the box. She was excited for Louis’ reaction, but at the same time nervous because his opinion meant the most to her.
Louis reached in the bag and lifted out a plain white box, still looking at his sister and Harry with a frown. As he opened the box, he was met with a card and what he knew was a plain beige baby grow. Louis stared at the words, YN and Harry eager for his reaction. 
“No fookin’ way!” Louis eyes found YN. “You’re not!”. 
YN nodded softly, “I am”.
“I can’t believe it…fookin’ ‘ell Nan and Grandad need a bigger house for Christmas’ don’t they?” Louis joked at the realisation that their house was already full, and now two of his sisters were pregnant. 
“Are you happy?” YN asked, a spot of nervousness in her voice. Something Harry or Louis didn’t see often. 
“Happy…I’m fookin’ buzzin’ Tiny!” Louis was quick to wrap his arms around his sister once more. “You’re gonna be the best Mum and you deserve this more than anyone!”.
At his words, YN hugged Louis tighter as the tears ran down her cheeks. Those words meant the most coming from Louis because she knew it was from the heart. 
“And you c’mere man.” Louis gestures towards Harry, both pulling each other in for a brotherly hug. “Congratulations man…it’s the best feeling in the world and you’re gonna be the best Dad”.
“Thanks mate” Harry squeezed Louis and tapped his hand on his back, again appreciating the kind words.
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It was no secret that Harry was a mama’s boy. Anne absolutely adored her children and vice versa. She always showed so much love, thought and kindness to everyone around her. Anne was the person that Harry turned to for everything, from happy times to sad times, she was his go to person. Since the passing of her Mum, she had taken YN under her arms like she was one of her own, giving her the motherly love she dearly missed. So obviously Harry wanted to tell his Mum the exciting news.
After watching Louis show last night, they had all hung out backstage eating pizza and very much enjoying some family time. But the next morning, Harry and YN travelled to Anne’s to spend the day with her, and to tell her the news, before they headed to Manchester to Louis’ show, Anne included. 
Anne greeted them both with a warm cuddle, as she opened the front door, welcoming them in. Like every time Harry came home, he went straight to the fridge to see what he could find. Anne made them all a cup of tea whilst they chatted. 
As they all sat in the cosy living room, the fire burning in the background. Anne looked at YN with a soft smile. “Are you alright my love, you look exhausted?” Noticing the dark circles that sat beneath her eyes.
YN glanced at Harry, knowing that this would probably the best time to tell her the news. Harry coughed into his hand, clearing his throat as a smile threatened to appear. “Uh, Mum, we’re…we have some news”.
Anne looked worried, especially because for once she couldn’t read Harry or YN’s expressions. “You’re scaring me”.
Harry and YN smiled at each other, knowing that once the words are spoken, Anne was going to be ecstatic. “Well we can’t have Grandma being scared can we”, Harry spoke the words casually, a smile threatening to show.
“Grandma?” Anne repeated, confused at the word “Why are you call-“. At the realisation, her hands covered her mouth, hiding her shocked expression. YN and Harry laughing and smiling at her reaction, already knowing how much love Anne was going to give to their baby. “Are you…you’re pregnant?”.
With a smile on her lips, her cheeks hurting from the action, YN nodded. Anne got up from her seat and pulled YN into her arms, as tears ran down both their cheeks at the special moment. After hugging Harry and getting emotional again at the thought of her own baby with his own baby, Anne sat down in her seat as she rubbed underneath her eyes. 
“Oh I’m so happy, I can’t believe it” Anne repeated throughout the day, still in shock that she was going to be a Grandmother. Although she had agreed to keep the news to herself, she knew it was going to be difficult not to shout it from the roof tops.
Harry had always been protective over YN since they began dating, especially when it came to being out in public. But Anne doesn’t miss the way he’s right behind her on her every move, as they walk through the back entrance of the arena. The way he hold her hand a little tighter or how tense his shoulders get when someone hugs YN a light too tight. Anne can only put that down to the precious cargo YN is currently carrying. 
But what brought a tear to Anne’s eye was when she saw Harry’s hand discreetly on YN’s tummy, as he hugged her from behind whilst Louis sang “‘cause we made it”. 
They really had made it, and now it was their turn for a little happiness. It was a bittersweet time for Anne because she wished a special person was standing by her side to share this special moment with. 
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ceriseheaven · 1 year
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I’m sitting in my class and I’m bored so:! (Also fell asleep there 🧍🏼)
Dark!Overprotective!Eddie
Tw: dark, obviously 🧍🏼 and pregnancy nausea and the sentence “You threw up.” type of way.
Eddie got way more closer to you after the second night. You cuddled way more before but after that night? It’s like your silly little brain already knew that you belong to him. That you crave him.
Eddie still continued with sneaking into your apartment all the time. Sniffing your panties, and he swore that you scent got different since that breeding night. He swore that he can feel your pregnancy in the air.
Suddenly it’s about a month and more since the first night and he can’t catch you on a call. He was freaking out. Calling Steve and running into his house. Freaking out that you ran away from him and that you don’t love him anymore. “Like she ever told you that before.”
Eddie froze, anger filling his veins. “Don’t fuck with me like that. She loves me, she just doesn’t know it yet.” His lips were in thin line and Steve knew better than to tell something.
Eddie was angry with himself. If he wasn’t so easy on you… if he drugged you one more night… he was caring for you! He only drugged you the first night so he could help you! So he could give you a baby and that’s how you’re gonna pay him off?! By ignoring?! Are you like mentally deficient?! Do you realise that he drugged you only one time because he didn’t want to risk the health and life of your baby?! He was doing you a favour!
You’re so fucking dumb, he’s giving you everything and you’re being so ungrateful. He can’t believe that you’re leaving him like th-
Oh-
Oh-
Your name popped on his phone screen. Finally, after four days. He immediately smiled, even tho there was slliiight way of anger. Why the fuck were you ignoring him?!
“Hey, lovebug,” he greeted you, already out of Steve’s apartment. You were crying, you tried to catch your breath as much as you could, but it was evident because you were still hiccuping and sobbing. “Hey hey what happened?” He was sweet, but on the inside he was fuming mad.
“C-can you… p-please c-c-come h-here?” You hiccuped to the phone. “Yeah yeah, of course, fuck of course, im there in a minute.” He hang up and literally sprinted there, almost knocking your door out and finding you crying in the bed with papers on your bed, little ultrasound photo there too and positive pregnancy test too.
So it worked.
He is satisfied. He did lots of things. Lots of bad things too and good things maybe less but this one was the best. He wished he could just pull you into a tight hug and celebrate with you, but right know he had to be there for his friend. For his future wife…
“What happened?” He quietly asked, sitting down next to you on the bed. You started crying again, hysterically and crawled into his lap, curling yourself there and sobbing into his shoulder.
“You’re… You’re pregnant?” He asked like he didn’t know. You only nodded. “Didn’t know that you kept as a secret that you had your first sex,” Eddie cracked a joke, but a tease to him. “N-no!” You pulled your head away from him. “I never had sex! Never! I don’t fucking know why I’m pregnant!” You were hysterical.
“I just felt so nauseous lately and I went to doctor and they ran so many tests and I felt so shitty and they ran blood test and they said that I’m pregnant! Then sent me to a fucking ultrasound and I’m fucking pregnant!” You snatched the picture of your little baby in front of him. His baby. You were showing him your and his baby and he swelled up with pride.
“So then I went home and cried and I was so sick but I woke up today thinking I should get this pregnancy test because maybe non of it was real! But look!” You showed him the positive stick. “I am! I am fucking pregnant! Something around 7 weeks! 7 WEEKS?!” your face ran cold and hot at the same time, nausea creeping over your once again.
“Oh god,” you gasped, feeling it in your tummy and how it went up and more up your throat. “What?” He asked, worriedly. “I’m gonna fucking throw up.”
You don’t really remember a lot after that. Only that Eddie was all by your side. Only that you cried to him so much. And how you told him that your parents rejected you, called you all slutshaming names and told you that you’re not their kid anymore.
It wasn’t fair. You didn’t know how any of this happened. You’re in your 20s with your life in front of you. Why this happened?
“Shh, shh, I’m going to take care of you from now.” Oh only if you knew what it truly meant.
That even when you were lying on your back, Eddie crunched down, pulling up your shirt and his hot breath tickled your skin. “Good job, buddy. Knew you wouldn’t left daddy on this alone.” he chuckled and stroked your tummy. “Damn,” he surprisedly knitted his eyebrows. “You’re kinda growing really big.” He chuckled.
This would be a really lovely moment. Eddie, the baby’s daddy, talking to his baby in your tummy. Everything felt so domestic and so lovely. Eddie felt the tight hard skin there, brushing his fingers over the tiniest baby bump ever.
“I’m gonna love regardless, little one.” He smiled and placed a tiny kiss on your tummy, delivering it right to your and his baby.
He hummed all comfortably, sneaking up back to your side and pulling you back to his arms. “Sleep well, my princess. I’m so proud of you too.” Eddie kissed your temple, falling asleep next to you, his future wife.
PS: I literally have the most sick psycho plot twist for this shit. I can’t wait for you guys to read it. It makes me literally drooling from happiness 😭
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the way i was smiling at the last parts when eddie said he was proud of her as if he didn't do so many fucked up shit.... mf manipulated ME!
i can't wait to read it i'm literally sitting on the edge of my seat waiting to see what's gonna happen next im so invested in this fic
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shreddedparchment · 2 years
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Perennial Pt.14
05/01/2022
Blue Monday
Pairing: Bucky x Reader          Word Count: 2,033
Warning: language, fluff, hangovers, death, grief
Featured Flower: None
A/N: So...this chapter...look, this story was only supposed to be something tiny to work on while I dealt with my endometriosis flare ups to keep my writing going however, it became something more and also, the first few chapters were written with so much time between them that I forgot about several story plotlines I’d started. I’m so sorry that this is just shoehorned in here. This is my most embarrassing mistake as a writer to date and I hate it to the point that I almost don’t even want to continue the story. I decided this isn’t what’s best and that I will go back and add in a bit of work to the previous chapters so that the threat I pick up here flows more seamlessly throughout the story.
Again, I’m sorry for my lackluster work. I’m so embarrassed. Anywho, enjoy the chapter!
Please DO NOT copy, repost, or translate any of my stories on other sites or blogs!
Don’t steal! Don’t be a dick.
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Your whole world is shaking. There is pain everywhere. The stinging burn on your leg is sharp but it doesn't matter as it only adds to the swirling of your tummy and the nails being hammered into your temples.
There's a sudden BOOM followed by an earsplitting CREEAAAAK, and then the THUD, THUD, THUD, of heavy boots.
It's all right in your ear making your brain shake within your very hard skull.
It's exploding outwards while simultaneously being crushed from without.
You groan, trying not to let the sharp CLANK, CLINK, and CHINK of what must be your keys hitting the counter in your tiny kitchen overwhelm you completely.
Nope. Too late. It's all too much. You're aware of the brightness in your eyes. Blinding light that comes with wretched summer heat.
You're an endless stream of groans as you reach to pull your blanket over your face. The soft cool fabric eases your heated skin but then the bed bounces and you hear a heavy sigh.
"WAKEY WAKEY SUNSHINE!"
Your head splits in two and the pain sends a rolling wave of nausea to test your limits.
You growl and kick your foot out in the general direction of where the voice came from.
There's a familiar chuckle and a hand catches your foot. Gently your leg is placed down on a lap as a cooler metal hand begins to slowly massage the little aching spot at the center of your foot that you can never reach.
It feels so good you almost pass out again but then a faint whooshing noise breaks the air and it passes so quickly your muddled brain doesn't have time to connect the noise to what it means.
The hit lands before you can process and your thigh is suddenly a throbbing inferno.
"AH!" You cry out, yanking your leg away and finally turning your blurry eyes onto the stupid super soldier sitting at the end of your bed.
He's grinning from ear to ear and then he yanks the blanket off of you, exposing your nearly naked left leg. It's only peeking through the slit of your red dress but it's enough that your underwear are probably visible.
You quickly move to close the slit but your eyes are halted by the wrapped up thigh smeared with some kind of cream.
Bucky throws a tube at you and it hits your chest lightly.
"I slathered you up then rewrapped it." He says plainly. "You owe me sixty bucks."
"How did I get a tattoo?" You demand, shocked and dismayed. Mostly confused. Also still hungover as fuck.
"Guess." Bucky chuckles then reaches over and slaps your thigh again, this time slightly higher and on the back of your leg so that you might even consider it slapping your ass actually.
What the hell?
"Get up. I got breakfast."
He doesn't wait for you to respond to his playful but deliberately painful hits or his order to get up and just rises and leaves your bedroom.
It takes you too long to get up and you have to force yourself to find the will to do it but eventually you find your way out into the living room and kitchen and move to take a seat at the island where Bucky has a plate set for you to sit at with a breakfast sandwich waiting to be eaten.
Beside the plate there's also a glass of water, aspirin, and a cup of coffee.
The smells in your apartment are intoxicating and it draws you to sit and eat.
You're shoveling down the food so quickly that you don't realize Bucky is staring at you.
As you lick your fingers, you stop with one tip pressed to your tongue mid-lick as you finally see the mild shock on his face. Eyes slightly wide, one eyebrow quicker.
"You okay?" He asks, taking a bite of his own sandwich.
You nod, get up, and move around the island and behind him to wash your hands before taking your seat at the island again.
Bucky nudges the pills which you take eagerly.
"I shoulda brought you some Gatorade," he muses.
"Do you have to talk so loud?" You ache, reaching up to press your hand to your forehead.
"Oh, I'M SORRY. AM I TALKING TOO LOUD?"
Removing your hand, you glare at him.
"Jerk. Ow…" You shift and reach down to your leg to feel at the plastic wrapping it up.
"What’s wrong?" Bucky asks, rushing around the island to pull up your dress enough to see the spot you're fussing with.
"It hurts."
Bucky sighs heavily, chewing on another sandwich bite as he takes his spot again.
"No shit, kid. You got someone to take a needle and draw pretty pictures all over your ass."
"That’s not my ass," you frown. "It's my thigh."
He rolls his eyes.
"Don't you know the difference between thighs and an ass?" You tease, meaning to insult him.
"I don't know. Let me get another look," he says, moving around the island half way before you throw your finger out at his spot.
"Don't you dare! Go eat your sandwich!"
He smirks and you know he’s just teasing you right back.
This whole morning has been one big tease, in more ways than one and you feel your neck and cheeks burn at the ease with which he's taking care of you.
"Bucky?" You probe gently, rubbing at your temples wishing the pills would kick in sooner.
"Yeah?" He asks, focused on his food and his phone as he scrolls through texts.
"How did I get home? When did I get this tattoo?" You wonder, trying desperately to remember the night but only remembering a hazy bout of sitting on Steve's lap and all the more sober things that happened before that.
He stops chewing. He stops almost breathing it looks like to you before he meets your eyes and starts moving again.
"You don't remember?" He asks, a small something in his voice that you can't place.
"Mm-mm," you say, shaking your head. "No."
He thinks for a moment then goes back to his food.
"What do you remember?" He asks.
"Uh…I remember heading to the bar. I remember grabbing the first few rounds of drink. I remember asking Steve to dance and then um…sitting on his lap? That's kinda hazy though. Did that really happen?"
Gosh, you hope it didn't. Otherwise, you'll have to hid from Steve for like six weeks.
Bucky scoffs, "Yeah. That happened. Got all nice and cuddly with your head on his shoulder too. You sure there's nothing going on there?"
"What?" You gasp, sitting up straighter and massaging the base of your neck. Fuck, your head hurts. "No! Of course not! Steve is my friend. Besides, there's someone else I like."
The words feel weightless as they leave your mouth.
You feel numb all over suddenly, not believing you just said what you said. Why would you tell him that?!
"Oh?" He probes, then waits in silence and stares at you.
"None of your business, nosy."
Your heart is pounding in your chest and your hands are suddenly clammy. Oh man, why did you say that? You hope he drops it.
"So you don't remember me bringing you inside and tucking you in?" He pushes away from the island and grabs your plate along with his own then moves to the sink to wash them both.
"You tucked me in?" You smile, unable to help the giddiness this fills you with. Then the sadness follows.
You wanna remember him tucking you in.
"Maybe."
Disappointment flows through you.
"We'll, did you or not?!" You demand, getting slightly irritated by the tease of it all.
"Guess you'll just always have to wonder." Bucky tortures you.
"Asshole," you gripe and push yourself off the stool.
"Where are you going?" He asks, surrender in his voice.
You peek at him and the sight of him leaning against your sink in his t-shirt and jeans as he wipes his hands dry on one of your kitchen towels is so swoon worthy your nearly turn back. Nearly.
"To take a shower. Maybe you should go home and take your own, stinky." You argue then stick out your tongue for good measure.
Bucky laughs once, just a quick huff before he tosses the towel aside.
"Fine. I'll see you later at the shop then, yeah?" He shouts after you.
You slip into the bathroom and shut the door then turn on the shower and listen for his heavy steps to move down the hallway and out the front door.
Instead you jump and two loud knocks on the door startle you.
"Hey," Bucky’s deep and muffled timbre pushes in. "You're opening the shop today, right?"
"Yes. Of course. I have a business to run." You fight, feeling embarrassed for jumping.
"Okay. I'll be there later then. Oh, and your phone is ringing." A moment of silence. "Who is Gregory? This the guy you like?"
His casual tone contrasts the sudden panic you feel and you yank the door open and pull your phone out of his metal hand and stare at the name for a moment to make sure you aren't seeing things.
You swipe the screen and answer the call, "Greg?"
"Hello," An accented voice pulls through, a female one at that. "I'm so sorry to disturb you but is this the owner of Metro Blooms?"
“Yes, yes.” You give her your name and move to sit on your bed, free hand pressed to your mattress.
Bucky sits down beside you and places his metal hand on your back with concern.
“Hello, I’m so glad I’ve finally been able to find you. We’ve been searching for a way to contact you and silly me forgot that I had Gregory’s phone stashed away in a drawer in my office.”
“Oh,” you reply lamely. “Um, I don’t-who are you? Where’s Greg?”
“Who’s Greg?” Bucky whispers to you and you meet his eyes before holding your phone to your chest to muffle your voice.
“My partner in the shop.”
“You have a partner?” He gasps.
“Shh,” you whisper and hold the phone to your ear again. The woman is mid-sentence.
“-and he got very sick very quickly. Unfortunately, as his attorney, I am tasked with calling to let you know that Mr. Ranger died from complications with his illness. His heart gave out. It all happened very suddenly and his new wife also, sadly passed shortly after.”
“Oh my God,” you gasp, pressing your free hand to your mouth before you absentmindedly reach for Bucky’s hand in search of comfort.
He takes it, holding it between his two while leaning forward to look at your face better.
“I’m so sorry for your loss. I understand it was just the two of you?” The woman asks, reminding you of how now you have no family.
“Uh…yeah. I-My parents died when I was very young and when we were just finishing high school my aunt and uncle were in a car accident. It’s been me and Greg since we were seventeen,” you tell her, voice barely above a whisper.
“I see,” she says sympathetically but you can hear it in her voice that there’s more and she wants to get it over with.
“You-you didn’t just call to tell me my cousin is dead, did you?” You wonder, sniffling as tears begin to trickle along your cheeks.
“No. I’m calling to inform you that your cousin through some very clever investments had made himself quite the fortune. And he left it all to you. Along with a note that I will be more than happy to give you. I am in the city for about a week if you can make some time to see me? There are also a few papers that will need your signature before the wealth is transferred to you.”
“Um…okay…”
Nevermind your hangover, or the spinning in your stomach. Your grief is slowly coming on and by the time you hang up with Greg’s secret lawyer about his stupid secret money, you’re ready to collapse onto the bed and shut the world out.
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sicjimin · 2 years
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TW : slight emeto, mpreg
Yoongi groans as he spits out dangling saliva from his lips. He sniffles, watching the murky liquid below him that was his dinner. He rests his head on the seat, not caring about how dirty and gross it is. He's just- tired. He's so done with morning sickness. This one is his second day of puking his guts out on ungodly hours- 4 AM. It's not about the time since he's used to still awake at that time daily too, but what he did at that time, and puking his dinner up is not something he wants to do at 4 AM.
Yoong slides his hand under Seokjin's hoodie that's engulfed his little body, rubbing it on his slightly swell tummy, hoping that the warmth of his hand could make his little baby there calm down.
He bites his lips as he feel his stomach rolling. Bringing a constant wave of nausea.
His nose scrunches as he feels something warm coming up. He swallowed it back. "Please calm down sweetheart," Yoongi whimpers, hoping that his baby there listens to him and stops tossing and turning.
Yoongi didn't know how long he has been dazing off in there, until suddenly a bright light blaring the whole room. He squints, lifting his head up.
"Yoongichi?", Seokjin trudge in. Kneeling himself beside his boyfriend that looks so small in his hoodie. His heart clenched at how pale and exhausted the latter is.
" How long have you been here?", Seokjin asks gently brushing a strand of his hair away from his sweaty forehead.
"Dunno ..", Yoongi mumbled, shifting his position to the older chest and nuzzling into his crook. Its comfortable. " this is bullshit, i'm tired", he adds. His voice has become so thick with nausea.
Seokjin chuckles lightly pressing his chin against Yoongi's forehead. "I'm sorry baby"
"Mhm, as you should. You are the one who makes me like this", Yoongi grunts.
The elder giggles lightly as he runs his hand through his lover's dark curls, stealing a peck on the latter lips, immediately gaining a light slap.
"But i have no regrets though, you look cute all pouty like this. and with your lil bump, and how your cheeks just-", he squeezed Yoongi's cheeks, causing the younger groans and swatted his hand away, "fluffy. like a dumpling. You're cute"
Seokjin grin when he sees Yoongi's cheeks redden in instant. Yoongi was not a shy type but this hormone wack on pregnancy got him moodier and, easy to tease. Seokjin loves that, how the younger cheeks easily blushed even though he just placed a kiss of murmuring soft words. Its adorable.
"You're ridiculous", Yoongi grunts, lips forming a pout. "Rub my tummy. Maybe your baby will stop making me nauseous"
A huge grin stretches on Seokjin's face, as he does exactly what Yoongi told him to. "At your command, your Highness"
They stay like that for quite times, a yawn occasionally seeping through Seokjin's. It was calming at first, but apparently it didn't work that well though. The only result was more nausea for Yoongi as time goes by.
"Fuck ..", Yoongi groans as he shifts, pulling himself away and facing the bowl again.
" You're gonna throw up again?", Seokjin asked concerned, moving a stray bangs away from Yoongi's face, placing his head on the younger shoulder as he wrapped him in his arms. Yoongi shakes his head and pulls away half-heartedly, "Hyung .. stop .. i really don't feel well", he grunts in a pout. Again. Seokjin resists himself to kiss the pout away.
Seokjin retreats, this time he runs his hand on Yoongi's back, occasionally massaging his nape when Yoongi's body lurched forward, followed by a stream of beige liquid slipping from his mouth.
Seokjin winces at the loud sound of liquid hitting the water, " You are doing great, Yoongichi"
"I'm sick of it..", he groaned before he heaves another bout of vomit. Again.
Yoongi lets out an annoyed huff as he wipes the remaining vomit on his lips. He sits back with a heavy sigh and rubs his face.
"Are you done?" Seokjin asks. Yoongi nods, turns towards him and hiding his face on the older crooks again, "For now. But i still feel so queasy hyung", he mutters. Seokjin smiles as he feels Yoongi's lips mouthed on his skin.
Seokjin reached out to flushes the toilet, " Lets get you back in bed, okay? How does chamomile tea sounds?"
He heard an affirmative grunt from Yoongi and he helps him up and walk slowly towards their bedroom. They both got ready and made their way towards their shared bed.
As soon as they reach bed, Yoongi immediately throws himself onto the mattress and cuddle into the middle of the bed. He burrows his face in the pillow and closes his eyes tight, letting out a deep breath.
He feels the other laying beside him and feels Seokjin running fingers soothingly up and down his spine. Yoongi let out a soft whimper, turning around slowly and burying his face on Seokjin's chest. He lets out a soft sigh.
Yoongi's grip tightened around the blanket. " Hyung. why this nausea won't leave me." he mumbles.
" It'll be okay sweetheart, its alright. Let me make your chamomile tea and then we sleep again", Seokjin whispers, running a hand through Yoongi's dark locks, placing a soft peck on his temple before he retreats to the kitchen.
Yoongi doesn't move but he does listen as Seokjin steps leaving the room. He lets out another whine as he rolls onto his side and clutches onto the blankets.
His breathing gets heavier as his stomach churns again. He feels his eyelids drooping.
" Yoongichi", Seokjin says softly, walking over to where the boy lays on the bed. He places the tray with steaming hot chamomile tea on the bedside table.
Yoongi turns and opens his eyes sleepily. He looks so peaceful as he's snuggled deep in Seokjin's pillow. His hair falling beautifully on his forehead. His cheekbones are high. His plump pink lips were pursed in a thin line. Seokjin can't help but coo.
He leans down and presses another kiss on his nose causing the younger to frown. "Hey". He mumbles. " I brought you some chamomile tea"
Yoongi nods slowly, sitting up, reaching out to grab hold of the drink and sips carefully. The liquid goes down smoothly and settles warmly on his belly.
After drinking the entire cup and swallowing it, he lies back down, resting his head on Seokjin's chest.
"I hope i won't throw this tea back up in few hours", Yoongi mutters sleepily. His eyelids feel heavy and heavy.
Seokjin laughs and caresses his hair once more, smiling brightly, " Me too baby. Im sorry, but you'll be fine, dont worry". Seokjin kisses his forehead. " Now go sleep". Seokjin pats him in the tummy.
"Okay."
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*Leighton's POV*
"You want to do what?" She asked and I just cried harder, the emotional defeat making me feel physically fatigued.
"I can't do it" I cried and dropped my phone on the comforter, covering my face with my hands as my heart raced.
"You can do it Leigh! Stop lying to yourself! You're thinking irrationally" She shouted through the phone and I just cried harder "This is the most rational thinking I've done since last year Aaliyah! I can't do it. I can't have my baby suffer!" I covered my face in my hands, my nose starting to drip making me gag.
I quickly got out of bed, rushing to the bathroom and throwing up in the toilet before grabbing a Kleenex and wiping my nose and throwing it away.
"Your baby won't suffer Leigh!" she yelled, sounding muffled. "Leighton, are you okay?!" Aaliyah called out and I sighed, flushing the toilet and washing my hands. I brushed my teeth and sat back down on the bathroom floor, my stomach feeling queasy.
I sat there for a moment before getting up and going back to my phone, only to be surprised as I saw tears fall down Aaliyah's face.
"Why are you crying?"
"I hate seeing you hurt Leighton" She sighed, wiping at her cheeks.
"I'm okay" I reassured and she shook her head. "You're trying your best and it still isn't good enough! I don't want you to give up your baby Leighton. You've wanted this baby since the moment you found out about it, you can't just give it to someone else!" She cried and watching her cry made me cry.
"I can't afford this baby. It would be selfish to put a baby through this, if I can give them to someone better" I tried to explain, but she just shook her head "Leighton there is no one better than their own mother"
"I'm useless if I can't feed them, put clothes on their back and give them a good home" I whispered, and I clutched my boobs making Aaliyah look at me weirdly. "They fucking hurt" I grumbled and she just started laughing which made me crack a smile and start to giggle.
"I'm sorry you're going through this Leighton" Aaliyah said softly, frowning.
"They say children are the best birth control. I say pregnancy is the best birth control. I never want to do this ever again, and the hard part hasn't even started" I muttered, my boobs still hurting.
"Why do your boobs hurt?" She asked and I sighed dramatically, letting go of my chest.
"They're growing to hold the milk to feed the baby, so they hurt like a bitch on and off throughout pregnancy and I read that some people start leaking before the baby is even born" I informed and he made a grossed out face.
"Leaking? Your boobs leak?" She asked, and I laughed, nodding. "If you don't pump or feed the baby, they get too full and hurt and leak. You have to wear these like nipple patches to hold back the milk from leaking through your shirt, otherwise you'll have these like wet spots on your shirt, around your nipples" I giggled at the end, smiling at how she was interested in how my pregnancy was going.
She showed more interest in my pregnancy than the baby daddy did, which honestly made me quite nervous for how this relationship of co-parenting was going to go.
I had to remind myself that Gabe was trying, and did ask sometimes how things were going.. it's just that he is so busy with work that I think he sometimes forgets..
"I'm glad that when I'm on my period and my boobs hurt, they aren't leaking" She joked and I cracked a smile, nodding in agreement.
It was quiet for a minute and I pulled out the peppermint oil from my bedside drawer, rubbing some of it on my wrists and sniffing it to calm down my tummy.
"It's kinda cool that there are certain smells or tastes that help your nausea" Aaliyah said and I nodded, sniffing my wrist again. "It makes me look weird though. Imagine I walk by you and I'm sniffing my wrist intently" I chuckled.
"It's okay, you already look weird" She teased and I rolled my eyes, debating on hanging up on her.
"You know you really made me pause on Gordan Ramsey. Why do you want to put your baby up for adoption anyway?"
"I can't have my baby taken from me due to not being able to take care of it. You realize that if I can't care for this baby, the government will take him or her away from me and the idea of my baby being ripped away from me without my permission feels like someone stabbed me in the heart. You don't understand how terrified I am! No one ever talks about the logistics of having a baby. Everyone talks about how they find out they're pregnant, they tell their friends and family and live happily ever after. This shit fucking sucks. Yes, it's a beautiful thing that I get to grow a baby inside of me, but it isn't like it's a painless experience. I'm 10 weeks along today and I already have back pain, sore boobs, nausea, cravings, almost peeing my pants, not to mention I'm basically lying to people, plus there is the constant fear of losing the baby. You aren't in the clear until it's born. It's terrifying thinking about how I could do one thing wrong and lose my baby. Hell, I could do everything perfectly, and still lose the baby. It's fucking scary how much is out of your control. Not to mention, I still don't know how the fuck am I going to tell Colby I'm pregnant? Everyone else found out by accident! I told you and River because what else was I supposed to do? Katrina found out because my ass almost passed out in a fucking bowling alley. I had to tell Gabriel because he was the father and it's not like I can shove a pregnancy in his face, he isn't the dad. Sam found out because he saw Kat looking at my ultrasound photos. My dad found out because I fucking passed out in the hospital room, same with my siblings. Like how the fuck am I supposed to tell them? I was planning to be moved out by the time I was four months pregnant. I didn't want to include so many people in this." I cried and Aaliyah sighed, leaning against the bathroom door, twisting a threaded bracelet that was on her wrist.
"Is that what this is about? You're worried about Colby?" She asked and I shook my head.
"I'm worried about him being mad at me and kicking me out. I can't afford to live on my own. I honestly need to figure out this money shit before I bring this baby into our lives. Like how will I pay for it? I still need to go to college to even get anywhere with my life, I need to buy my own place before the baby gets here, because I'm not raising a baby with strangers. Whether they're my friends or not, they didn't sign up for a baby to be in their house." It was quiet for a second and rubbed at my eye and Jake spoke up, catching me off guard since I thought he was falling asleep.
"I think tomorrow, we need to sit down and figure out a way to do it. I know you don't want friends and family to give you money, but there are ways you can make more money, we just need to think about it. I don't want you to give up any of your dreams Leighton. You already gave up one of them, and I know you regret it to this day. I don't want that for you Leighton. You're like my sister, I can't lose you. We both know you want to keep this baby, so let's figure it out. Let's go to bed, and then tomorrow we can figure it out okay?"
~
When Lexi and I walked into the hospital, Landon was standing next to Cynthia with a big smile on his face. "Mom's awake!" He exclaimed, a grin filling out his cheeks.
"What?! Really?!" My face was full of surprise and he quickly nodded. I shoved his text books into his chest that Lexi and I had picked up from their school and ran into her room. "Mom!" I shouted, my eyes tearing up at the smile on her face.
"Hey sunshine!" She smiled even wider as I wiped the tears, going in to hug her.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up! How long have you been awake for?" I questioned and I saw a guilty look flash across her eyes, making me confused.
"Since about 4am-"
"MOM!" I yelled, appalled that she didn't have them call us.
"What? I wasn't going to bother my family! You guys needed your rest!" She gave a bashful smile and I wanted to smack her.
"You almost died so many times and you didn't want to bug us by telling us you were awake!?"
"I'm sorry Leighton, but you're pregnant, you need it!" Her cheeks reddened as her smile grew and I shook my head.
"Whatever! That was mean" I pouted and she tugged on my arm, pulling me into her chest.
"How is my baby girl doing?" She asked and I looked at her weirdly.
"We don't know the gender yet?"
"I meant my daughter dumbass" She laughed and I grinned, excited that she was back to her playful self
"Don't let dad hear you utter those words or you'll get grounded" I teased and she laughed. "I'm doing alright mom. I gotta get to work soon though" I sighed, not wanting to leave her side.
"I'll be okay Leigh. Go to work, make your money, have a good day sweetie. I'll be here when you get back. You need to stop putting your life on hold just because of me" She encouraged me and I shook my head.
"You scared the crap out of me! You can't just send me off like it didn't happen! How are you by the way?" I asked, taking a seat next to her.
"I'm alright baby. Just sore, tired and I get headaches. We've done this all before Leighton. I'll be okay. We have to trust that I will be okay" She squeezed my hand and I sobbed, feeling her grip tighten against my palm.
I never wanted to forget that feeling.
"Are you taking care of yourself? Sleeping, eating? Taking your vitamins?" She asked and I nodded.
"I have a timer on my phone to take the prenatals. It's like birth control all over again" I chuckled "You need to stop worrying about me! You're the one who had brain surgery! Take it easy mom!"
"It's a mothers duty to worry about her children, and now I get to worry about my grandbaby too!" She smiled and I felt my heart drop.
If only she knew what I thought I wanted to do...
~
It was currently 4pm and I just got off my shift at Target, holding a fresh paycheck in my hands. It felt good to see the dollar mount on it. To know I was making money.
I was one step closer to achieving step one of my plan, and the feeling felt empowering.
The house was quiet, so I figured no one was home. I made a quick PB&J, waiting for the text from my dad telling me when my mom had woken up so I could visit. I decided it was time to look into how to set up an adoption, needing to learn about the process. I knew I needed to talk to Gabe about it, but I wanted all the facts first so I spent about an hour researching agencies and the ins and outs of the process. Every time I read "new home" my heart bled.
I really wanted this baby, but I knew I couldn't. I had to think of the child before myself. He or she deserved better.
I found myself staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, viewing my side profile in hopes of seeing a bump, or more bloating. Anything to indicate I was growing a baby, and much to my surprise, there was one.
It was small, but it was there and hey, size doesn't count, right?
I smiled at my little bump, brushing my hand over the slightly bigger bloating as I watched it move in and out as I breathed.
I don't know how long I was in the bathroom, analyzing my stomach, but I heard the front door open and voices fill the entryway making me walk out.
"I mean I think we should have enough people to play on the trip?" I heard Colby reply to whatever their conversation was. I decided to ignore them. I walked over to the couch and found my place in the article I was previously reading. I figured they'd go do their own thing, that was until I felt eyes burning into my soul.
I slowly glanced up over my phone, seeing Sam and Colby looking at me. "This is creepy y'know" I muttered and Sam chuckled tilting his head, and I copied his actions, tiling my own.
What were they up to?
"Do you want to go somewhere haunted with us?" Sam asked and my face scrunched up, confused as to why they were asking me this out of nowhere.
"Now why on earth would I want to do that?" I asked, flabbergasted by the idea of them asking me out of everyone they knew.
"It'll be fun!" Sam grinned and I could see he was going to do his best to convince me.
I needed convincing? How bad was this going to be? What were they up to?
"Where is it?" I asked, deciding to humor this idea they had, and he bit his lip. "It's a forest about 3 hours from here" He informed me and I shook my head. "Hell no. Last time I went into the woods I was hospitalized" Not to mention, pregnant, which he knew!
It would be extremely dangerous for me to go on this adventure. Anything could happen, and I needed to protect my little one! Why would he invite me to go to the woods with them if he knew I was pregnant?
"Please Leighton!" He begged and I eyed Colby who was glancing between Sam and I
What were they up to?
"Why do I have to go?" I asked, trying to figure out what their idiotic plan was.
I get Colby asking, since he didn't know, but Sam?
"Because I want to take someone who hasn't been! Nate's been already. I want to take someone who hasn't been before!" He said and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"That's the biggest load of bullshit you've ever said to me. Spill Sam" I raised my eyebrows at him, tired of whatever sly game they were trying to play.
"I'm not lying!" His outburst was loud, catching me by surprise.
"Bullshit Sam!" I shouted and he took a step back making me try to hold back a chuckle.
"Okay fine! We want to hang out with you" He confessed and I started laughing, causing them all to look at me weirdly.
And there it was.
"So let me get this straight, you wanted to con me into going to some haunted sketchy ass forest with you guys, just because you wanted to hang out?" I asked, catching my breath as I sat up.
"I mean, we also need to film a video" Sam confessed and I chuckled again, shaking my head in disbelief
"I'll hang out with you guys, but can we just play a game or something? I worked for 8 hours. I don't want to get lost in a forest" I half lied, giving Sam a knowing look.
Yes, I didn't want to go walking in a forest after working a long shift, but I most importantly didn't want to fall on my face and hurt my baby.
I definitely wasn't looking forward to growing as big as a watermelon and having swollen ankles. Walking would definitely suck then, so maybe I should get in as much walking now as I could before my ankles are bigger than my head.
"How about we invite over some of our friends?" Colby suggested and my heart raced at the idea of more people coming over and possibly learning my secret.
If I leave every 2 seconds to pee or vomit, surely they're smart enough to put two and two together.
"Can I invite over someone?" I asked, catching them off guard.
"You have friends?" Colby asked and my jaw dropped. "What is that supposed to mean!?"
"I only ever see you hang out with Jake" He told me and I glared at him.
I pushed myself up off the couch and I felt like a bladder was going to combust.
Fuck
I quickly shoved them out of the way and went to book it to the bathroom, only for Nate to be in the bathroom.
Oh I'm not going to make it.
I can't have my first time peeing my pants as a pregnant person when I'm 10 weeks along! Peeing your pants is embarrassing as it is, but it's even more embarrassing when you're not even that far along!
I repeatedly said "fuck" in my head as I quickly ran upstairs, rushing to the hallway bathroom. I have never been more thankful that I wasn't the size of an elephant with my baby weighing me down as I rushed up these stairs. If I couldn't move quickly, I for sure would've combusted on their stairs.
What was I? A puppy? Ugh.
"Oh thank god" I sighed, thankful I didn't pee myself in front of the boys.
I knew I should've peed when I got home.
I swear sometimes I forget I'm pregnant.
I frowned, that word repeating in my head
Pregnant
Was I really going to do this? Could I do this?
Could I let go of my baby?
Could I really go through with the adoption idea?
"Leighton, are you okay?" Sam asked outside the bathroom. I dried my hands, opened the door and nodded. "I was gonna piss my pants man" I breathed out and Sam laughed. "The bean is killing me" I grumbled, trying to be discreet in case Colby was nearby.
I honestly couldn't wait to tell him. I was tired of hiding. It was exhausting. I wish I knew what his reaction would be so I would be less afraid, but sadly the fear and anxiety kept winning.
All I could think about is how he already hated me, and I had no money to support myself.
I needed him, and that crushed me.
I hated depending on people
We walked back downstairs and Colby was talking to someone on his phone and Nate was scrolling through Instagram on his phone.
"Do you work this weekend Leighton?" Colby asked after he hung up with whoever he was talking to, catching me off guard yet again.
"Um.. I work tomorrow but I'm off till Tuesday" I sat down, grabbing a blanket from behind me to cover my tummy since I wasn't wearing a hoodie.
Last thing I needed was my shirt to cling to me and my little pudge to poke out.
I know I was being dramatic and that they more than likely wouldn't notice considering it probably was just bloating from all the water I've been drinking. Last thing I needed was for Colby to find out, add it to his case of why I'm sketchy, and then kick me out.
"Do you want to come with us to the Airbnb?" Colby asked and I couldn't help but glare at him.
"You already uninvited me dumbass"
Okay, so apparently pregnant me holds grudges now. That's good to know I guess.
I frowned at the idea of this baby slowly chipping my true self away, I just hoped these thoughts and feelings were worth it in the end.
"I'm sorry. The reason behind it was childish, will you please come with us?" He asked again and I frowned, trying to read through his lies.
Why did he have such a change of heart suddenly?
"Why would I want to come with you guys to a place you didn't want me to go to in the first place?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Leighton, can I talk to you for a minute alone?" Colby asked and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Why?"
"Please?" He begged, confusing me even more.
Was I asleep? Why was everyone acting so weird today?
Nate and Sam looked at us weirdly as Colby stood up and walked up the stairs. I glanced over to Sam who gave me a weird look, telling me he didn't know so I just blindly followed Colby, and I found him just chilling on the floor in the hallway.
"What the fuck?" I laughed, Colby laying on his back in the hallway. I decided to join him, and I laid down parallel next to him.
"Whatcha doin'?" I turned my head to face him and I saw a grin fill his face before he replied.
"Just chilling. What 'bout you?" He asked, staring up at the ceiling.
"J chillin'" I replied, going back to look at the ceiling. We laid in silence until I spoke up again. "Is this what you wanted from me?" I asked and he shook his head, sitting up and turning so he was leaning against the wall.
I copied his movement so we were sitting across from each other.
"I wanted to call a truce" He said and my lips pursed a little, my forehead wrinkling. "A truce? I didn't know we were in war" I replied and I felt my eyes feel tired from trying to gain any reading off of him.
I felt like all of today's events were finally hitting me. Things like me saying I wanted to put the baby up for adoption, to my mom waking up, to working to where we are now, I felt like my body was hit by a truck, and all I wanted to do was take a fat nap.
"Look, I'll stop thinking you're an evil witch, if you agree to not be an evil witch" He smirked and I pulled my lips in, a smile forming on my face against my will. "How am I supposed to eat the children then?" I bit my lip, trying not to break my cover. I watched his chest shake a little from the laugh he held back and made a "fair point" motion with his head, then leaned his head against the wall so his neck was stretched out and I watched his Adam's apple move, making my insides quiver a little bit.
God I needed to get laid.
It was quiet for a second before I let out an exhale. "I have a question" I spoke up, eying him and his eyes opened and he sat up straighter.
"Okay?"
"Will you tell me why you think I'm sketchy other than thinking I self harmed?" I asked and I watched his face fill with dread, causing a pit to form in my stomach.
"Look Leighton, I'm sorry. I know my words won't change my actions, but I am sorry for sussing you all the time"
"But why? If we are calling a truce, can I at least know what you're sussing? Is there any way I can clear the air with how you were and or are feeling?" I asked and he sighed before nodding.
"The day you got here for the interview, I was nervous because one, you are really pretty, but two, I knew you didn't fuck around. Before you ask, I never planned on pinning after you. I have no intentions of trying to get with you. That's not what this is about. I can admit you're beautiful though. It started when you walked in. You were the first girl we had interviewed to be our roommate, and I had told you when you came over how the other interviews had gone, so I was nervous you'd turn out like those ones. Like I already told you, we've never had to go through this process before. We usually knew someone who knew someone that needed somewhere to live. When you sat down on the couch you held your posture in a way that came off like you were very professional. Like this wasn't your first rodeo, but you also held a sense of insecurity. Like it was a cover up and you were hiding something. The way you were sitting, you showed you meant business, but the way your foot bounced and you fiddled with your rings meant you were nervous. I coughed it up to be because you were nervous for the interview. Then you somehow got really close to Kat, and I couldn't help but wonder how. Like I felt like there was a motive. Like Kat is all cute and bubbly, it's how we became friends and how she got Sam to date her" He grinned, almost seeming like he was reminiscing. "But when you guys met, she literally made you cry which was kind of bewildering. I don't think she's ever made someone cry before, and before I knew it, you guys were like best friends. You hung out alone a lot, she talked highly of you, she was mad that I thought you were being weird.. like she was all team Leighton, and then eventually Sam was also Team Leighton. It kind of felt like you were getting everyone to turn on me. Like you manipulated them into your plan, and I was the only one who could see through it. It felt like I was looking into a two way mirror. I will be honest, Sam asked you to live with us before I agreed to it and that also made me upset, and I was probably more annoyed with you than I should've been. Being kind of big on YouTube in our own little way, I'm used to people using us. Meeting new people is fun and exciting, but there is always that thought in the back of your head of "What are their intentions" because a lot of people used us, to gain off of. Like we had this cool idea, we did it, they saw it did well, they copied it ectara. One of our old roommates did that, and still does. Like even people we trusted turned their backs on us, so how was I supposed to trust a complete stranger who gave me the vibe of "I have a plan, watch me fool these idiots". I felt like you had a tactic and were up to something, and it made me nervous to live with you. I didn't want to feel like I had to always watch my back in my own home. We did that way too much these past few years. One of the reasons we only lived with Jake for a while after two of our other friends moved out. Every time I tried to tell Sam my concerns, he ignored me. Well I guess that isn't true. He did listen to me, he just thought I was reading too much into it, and y'know, maybe I was. I will say looking back on it, that that whole scenario was strange. We are pretty good at talking through things, but in my point of view, it felt like he had made up his mind and didn't care about what I had to say, and that was frustrating. But Sam thought I was acting weird because you were a girl, which wasn't the case at all. I've lived with other people's girlfriends before. I didn't care that you were a girl, but he went through with the roommate thing anyway. Our old roommates always did game night and stuff when we lived in a different house. Like we always hung out together at night unless we weren't home, and you wanted nothing to do with us, and I know that is an unfair suspicion, but I found it odd. Like why didn't you want to hang out with your new roommates? Get to know each other and create some sort of bond? Granted, we were all friends before so even that I will admit is a little different, and I probably overreacted, I'm sorry. And yes we moved in with strangers before, but we did know some people beforehand. But it still felt weird seeing you want nothing to do with us and I thought that was strange as well. You're like no one we've ever lived with before, and it triggered some alarm bells. It was just a completely different scenario and like Kat told me yesterday, you're different. Which isn't a bad thing! It's just hard adapting to new things, especially in your own home. Everyone we've lived with or are friends with, are pretty heavy into social media, and you don't have one at all. Which is kinda weird, just saying" He gave me a weird look that read "just saying" making me fidget with my rings, feeling the need to explain myself, even though I already told him why. "Like you have a job, and that has never been anything we've ever had to consider before. Everyone we hang out with does Social Media. They go by their own hours. We usually just text the group chat, see if anyone wants to come with us, and plan that way. We've never had to be like "Do you work on this day or that day" which adds to a whole new level of trying to hang out with you. When I found out your mother was going to have brain surgery that night we spontaneously went over to your parents house, I'll be honest, I felt sympathy. Not in the sense of, "Oh her mother is having brain surgery, how sad for her" but in the sense of "Oh her being scatterbrained is making a little more sense" Like I felt a little guilty for being so hard on you. For thinking you were up to more than you actually were. When Kat and your sister went upstairs to get you for the movie, Aaliyah asked your mom if she was nervous for her surgery, and obviously none of us knew about it and we were all confused, but she said that she had already done it once, and that she had to believe she'd be able to make it through again, it clicked that part of your weird actions. I thought about how it could have been because you had a lot to worry about with your mom's surgery being so soon. This past week, I've noticed you're more down to earth, even when you're still dramatic at times. Like you let your hard shell shatter for a couple hours, and showed us you aren't who we thought you were, in the best ways and I wish you'd show us that version of yourself more often. It's so much easier to hang out with you, when you let your guard down. I feel like I don't have to look for any signs, and I can actually enjoy your company. I know that sounds like the most obvious thing, but you NEVER let your guard down. I don't want the only version I see of you, to be the one protecting herself. You're more fun when your guard is down and you're enjoying yourself, than when you're always on edge." Colby's face had a really small smile on it, before his facial muscles relaxed and he started talking again. "Sam and I are home a lot, and we never see you. We see you pass in the halls, sometimes get food... but it was always like oh she's awake, she left, she came home and went to bed. You've been here for about a month now, and it's always been the same cycle. I was nervous to invite you on this friend's trip, because I couldn't help but let the idea in the back of my head toy with me some more. Like, what if she did have a plan to screw us all over? What if she leaked our phone number or our address? What if she was secretly trying to befriend my friends, gain clout off of them and then steal them and make her own thing out of it. I know it all has to do with trust issues and anxiety around what had previously happened... but I couldn't help but let it truly control me when I saw Sam become Team Leighton. Sam has been my best friend since we were 14 and it felt like he was easily replacing me, and it hurt. I'm sorry I took it out on you but I couldn't just let you steal him away from me, even if that wasn't your intention at all, so I acted out, and I'm sorry. That's why I wanted to call a truce. I was tired of being on edge, and watching your every move and thinking you were out to get us" he sighed and then paused before eyeing me "You're not out to get us are you?"  He joked and I kept a straight face as I replied, watching his face drop into a look of dread.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out" I teased and he narrowed his eyes a little at me, and I could tell he was trying to see if I was messing with him or not.
"You're not fucking with me right?" He asked again and I cracked a smile, shaking my head.
"I swear I have no plans to screw you guys over. Is it time for me to be honest?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, I guess. What, you got secrets?" He asked and I gnawed the inside of my lip, shrugging.
"Sam knows, so I guess I only got secrets from you.  Let me tell the story from my point of view, and hopefully it will clear out any air holes yours has. So Aaliyah found you guys. She found your application and told me to apply. I had no clue who you guys were, and I was nervous to meet you guys because it was a household of guys, and for all I know you'll rape me or something, but anyway, you guys were the only option I had. With my current situation, I didn't want to live with my ex-boyfriend and I didn't want to move back home, but I'm tight on money and I didn't want to live with someone who's rent was really cheap. I guess you can say I'm paranoid of living with strangers. I went from my home with my parents to an apartment with my longtime boyfriend. Anyway, my... what you would call, motive or scheme or plan or whatever, was that I'd live here short term, get on my feet and leave. You would all forget about me. It was just a blip of time y'know? Like something you'd vaguely remember. I wanted to be out of here in a couple months, that was the plan. I just needed somewhere temporary to stay. I had no intentions of befriending you guys because I never planned to stay. My mind is focused on earning money, so I had to get a job and then the next step would be to rent an apartment and you guys would forget about me. I had zero intentions of mooching off you, or stealing your fame or followers or whatever it is you guys have. Kat and I clicked over something I don't want to talk about just yet, and she was there for me when others weren't."
"So you're leaving us?" He asked and I sighed, not prepared to talk about this yet.
I didn't even know my own plans yet, how was I supposed to answer him?
Now was my chance thought. I could tell him I was pregnant and it would explain everything he'd want to know... but there was one problem.
I was afraid.
Terrified even.
"Well I have some stuff going on in my life, that puts me down that path, so yeah, I'm working towards it" I shrugged and he nodded slowly.
Crap, did I make things worse?
"Is there any way we could help you?" Colby asked and I sighed, not wanting any handouts.
I shook my head, messing with the strings coming out of the rips in my jeans.
"You don't have to pay rent. That could help?" He suggested, and I shook my head.
"You guys wanted 200, and I agreed to it. Just because you know I'm struggling doesn't mean you get to hand me an easy way out" I fought and he rolled his eyes, propping his leg up, and leaning his elbow on his knee, his knuckles resting against his jaw.
"It wouldn't be an easy way out. I'm just trying to help" I could tell he was starting to feel defeated, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want help. I didn't want the easy way out. I wanted to look back and know I never took shortcuts. That I did it the right, hard working way.
"I want to be proud of myself for doing it. I'll be okay. It's just going to take longer than I thought. I already talked with Aaliyah and there are some avenues I can take. I'll be okay. Don't worry about me" I gave him a fake smile and he seemed to be eyeing me down.
Fuck, was he on to me? Did he know how bad it was?
I felt like anxiety was taking over my body and I wanted nothing more than to spill my guts, but I couldn't.
Colby nodded, stood up and offered me his hand. "Truce?" He asked and I nodded, taking his hand in my own and he helped me up.
"Truce" I shook his hand and he grinned, nodding as well.
"We better go downstairs before Sam and Nate think we're up to no good" Colby mumbled and I stopped in my tracks, watching him walk down the steps.
What does that mean?
I walked downstairs and Sam was standing in the kitchen.
I walked downstairs and Sam was standing in the kitchen when he asked me "So Leighton, are you coming with us?" and I'm sure surprise was written all over my face, which would be the explanation for his confused glanced towards Colby.
Oh yeah. That.
"Um..." I glanced over at Colby, remembering our truce and slowly nodding, watching his grin make the apple of his cheeks pop.
I guess sometimes you really do get to start over.
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Written on: January 6th, 7th, 8th 2022
Word Count: 6.4k
Part Seventeen
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soft-black-teabag · 2 years
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My medical conditions under the cut, don't wanna bother people that doesn't like that kind of info or just don't give a fuck
So, Tumblr is barely working, so i will use this moment to share with you that after nineteen years of being laughed at or being told that i get tired/out of breath because i did not train enough
even if i was an athlete, theoretically
After nineteen years of thinking i was the problem
After nineteen years of people telling me that there was no problem because no test was showing sign of something being wrong
After all this
I just found out today, that it was not be being extra
Not me being not trained enough
It was my ribcage being smaller
It was my fucking lungs being smaller
I literally have small lungs, so a problem related to the organs
It's not something that can be "solved" as in it's just something on the genes, i only have to learn my limits and be kinder on myself
But the thought that for years, i just though it was my fault, i was the one imagining things, being dramatic, not pushing myself enough
And instead is just
It's just my fucking body being like this?
Also this godsend of a doctor said that my anxiety probably makes it worse, which make sense
And sent some blood to a lab for some checks in order to see if my other organs are okay too
But from the touch (i mean, as much as you can check organs by poking around my tummy, he was very gentle in this as well, he even apologized for having cold hands, i love this man) the others are okay, or at least they're not too big
The results will come in next week, and i will also have a test with my psychologist to see if i have some problems like related to attention, memory, focus or even some like dyslexia and so on
In may i will have a check on my pretty head, to see if there's an actual brain here (jk, the neurologist wants to see if everything is good because i have string migraine and other things since i was really just a baby, since i remember being alive) then go again to the neurologist, but i will change this doctor anyway, because they suggested me a doctor that is apparently way better and can actually tell me how to make my pain stop (the doctor that it's checking me now just told me i can't do shit, so yeah)
I will also have to check for my scoliosis in two different places, just to be sure, both of them are really well known for being specialized in this kind of problems, so i hope it will go decently
But i also have to see a fucking orthopedist because apparently my pelvic ligament is having some problems (since year, but as usual, doctors don't really believe me at first)
I gave up on my arm already, it will never get better and i don't really know what to do with my constantly fucked up muscles in my back/shoulders/neck
My feet are just as hopeless, same as my skin having like three different problems, together with being really sensitive as fuck
My polycystic ovaries are doing decently right now
But i really have to go to a sleep clinic, because my psychiatrist says that my sleep is too fucked up for the quality of it and that's probably the reason why I'm constantly dead as fuck
I'm also trying to eat more light (at least when I'm not at home with my parents, because i love my mom's cook so i will eat whatever) because my health is hit as it is, so i don't want stomach problems too (my nausea does not count, because it's caused by my pills)
The ugly thing of my health, is that it's just a large amount of small lil problems (i didn't even list half of them), so most people if i say only some of them, are like "yeah, that's nothing, there's worse, suck it up", but i just get so overwhelmed by it, sometimes
Like
They're so much i even fucking forget about them
No like for real
I forget about them
But I'm okay, like, i prefer knowing that i have an actual diagnosed problem, than being left with just having pains without knowing what the fuck it is, I'm okay with handling them, i just laugh it off
But the thing that everytime, it gets me almost going over my limits, being in pain for years to have my problems even just acknowledged?
It make me fucking furious as fuck
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faintlyof · 1 year
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dr tiktok and dr google making me research POTS a bit >>
i mean, i wouldn’t say that omg i definitely have POTS, but i really don’t think it’s normal the barf/get extremely nauseous/get so light-headed and dizzy i have to sit down/pass out after being a little too warm a little too long. ツ
like it’s been like this since i was little. i can literally name every time its happened cuz i actively avoid to things that may make me hot like that.
first one i remember, camping at an rv park when i was like 7 or 8. my family all went in the hot tub, so i did too (yeah i was probably a bit too young anyways but what happened next surprised everyone! xD) but i ended up getting out of the tub after about 2 minutes because i started to feel nauseous. proceeded to spend the rest of the night vomiting. ツ actively avoided hot water for a while. it was also around this time that we had to write diaries for school and in one of my entries i had drawn a picture of a frowny me at a doctor saying “I‘m sick” and the diary entry was something like “I love water! It’s really good! But I don’t like drinking hot water. It makes my tummy hurt.” so yeah, there’s that too.
in high school, my choir went on a trip for a competition, so i was probably 16 or 17. a bunch of the girls wanted to go in the hot tub, so i kind of reluctantly followed them. sat in the hot tub for about a minute before telling my friends i wanted to swim in the pool instead, but actually, i was starting to get that cold sensation of nausea ツ went back to avoiding hot water
at my first job in japan, so i was probably around 23 or so, after many students harped on how awesome it is to take baths, i decided to very very carefully try to take a bath. i drank a big glass of cool water before, filled the tub with lukewarm water and left the bathroom door open so it wouldnt get too hot in the room. sat there for the most stressful 5 minutes of my life. mostly felt anxious i would be barfing for hours, but didnt actually feel too bad. stayed sitting in the tub and let the water drain out around me and only when the tub was nearly empty, i stood up. immediately my vision went grey around the edges and i felt faint and then i passed the fuck out. ツ went back to avoiding hot water but now also avoiding warm water. xD
and the most recent time, which doesnt actually involve water for once! yippee! got on the train to go to work in winter. it had snowed recently and it was quite cold, so i was wearing my winter coat and scarf and the train had the heaters going. maybe a minute or so after the doors closed and we started moving, i began feeling that cold, creeping overheating neasea feeling. i was already standing, so i leaned against the frame of the door so when the door opened, the cool air would hit me and toughed it out, slightly untying my scarf and unbuttoning my coat. when i arrived at my station, i was so light headed, i literally threw myself onto a bench on the platform and took off my scarf and coat and literally just chilled in a short sleeve shirt for like 5 minutes until i felt well enough to go up the stairs and get to work. ツ literally terrified all winter every winter that this will happen again because i do not want to be the person who passes out on the train.
then in general, when i try exercising, i get really sweaty and shaky like really fast. i can do like a low impact cardio workout for like 10 minutes max before i start to get shaky and start feeling a bit queasy. and omg if im watching a funny movie or talking to a friend and getting excited or laughing a lot, my lips go kind of numb and prickly and i cant really control them?? a bit in the fingertips as well. i dont know if thats related but laughing/being excited/whatever is kind of an intense activity soooo
so yeah, that’s why i’m curious about this whole POTS thing cuz the it gets worse in heat thing is a symptom that ive heard about pretty frequently.
or maybe im just weird. xD anyways, 10 minute lukewarm shower life v(n.n;)
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failed221b-chill · 1 year
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Days 8 & 9 of new meds. Under readmore bc very long oops
Forgot to write day 8 so that first. Slept much better than the night before day 7!!! No intrusive thoughts and actually slept through!! Very slow day, didn't do much apart from watching tv with family. My memory isnt great so I dont even remember what we watched and it was only yesterday. Possibly bingeing leverage rewatches? I think I did a lot of lying down and rereading old redfic chapters too.
Day 9. Woke up at 5.48am with gut pain and a strange nausea that felt like the moment before being sick with the mouth feel and the heat tingles but elongated, rather than the usual way i experience nausea as a feeling of going to be sick from tummy and brain. Stayed awake about 2hrs bc felt wide awake and then slept for another 2 and a bit hrs. Keep waking with slight annoying headache that fades as i wake up over half hour or so, but its just ughh annoying. Memory was very bad forgot to take basic meds and vitamins until much later than I was supposed to, only just managed to take these new meds on time with food.
Had a very disconcerting head thingy happen while watching tv in morning with brother (big fat quiz of everything 2022 bc we kept getting interrupted when we'd tried watching it previously). I think it might have been the "brain zaps" thing ive seen mentioned. I hope it doesnt happen regularly bc it was such a weird thing to experience.
My memory is so shit i cant remember the order of tv. But at some point dad was watching a load of videos about how to dry brine a turkey and excitedly talking the process of cooking christmas dinner through with me, and after lunch i put the first ep of my new fav tv show on and inflicted it on my family and my mum liked it enough to tolerate it being on for nearly 2hrs, and my dad really appreciated it and was very impressed and so we have watched the first three episodes today. Its funny seeing how little attention my neurodivergent parents pay to the tv when theres something on. They are not used to using subtitles, whereas i watch pretty much everything with subtitles, and so they keep looking away and not realising whats happening bc this show is in a language other than english. Dad picked up his phone more than twice a minute despite actively wanting to pay attention bc he was enjoying the story and laughing at the lines and the facial expressions.
After tea we watched muppet christmas carol and i cried for the first time since i have been on any of these new brain meds and it was so... it was like it was a struggle to cry but i really fucking needed it because it was upsetting me and i recognised i was just so heavily upset but like crying has never been difficult for me before when ive wanted to cry so that was strange that i had to almost force myself into the memories and grief in order to let myself cry about it. I cant make myself cry about it again now.
But while watching, the Kip and tiny tim parallels were too strong and I cried and shook a bit and then I was tired and then as soon as I wasnt forcing myself to think about how upsetting my grief is and how upsetting it is that i cant play with my little boy anymore, i was pretty much fine. Like. It didnt ruin my day. Didnt ruin my hour. Didnt ruin my enjoyment of the classic movie we watch each year. It was just a thing that i had to put a lot of effort to let myself continue to cry for as long as i felt able to sustain it to get out of my upset and then it stopped and then my brother gave me a massive hug after the movie ended because he's the bestest.
Then i wrapped presents for everyone and im quite proud of what i managed to get on my usual charity shop budget challenge by necessity bc I'm so lacking in finances, theyll be fun for family to open and they should enjoy most of the things. I kind of forgot what id bought and thought id got really shitty stuff but when wrapping them I've reassured myself that actually these arent shitty presents its just that i found them cheap and thats okay everyone knows thats what i do for christmas presents while unemployed. Soon as i have a regular paycheck I'm buying my brother whichever expensive lego set he wants.
Had a few redfic ideas but not felt a compulsion to write much recently which is strange because I am feeling a compulsion to read what happens next and that is usually enough to get me writing it, but its also not strange because im adjusting to meds that mess with my brain and im having a break from pretty much everything and its okay to take a break from writing too. Had more wish to write when i literally couldnt see than I do atm. Its okay it'll come back to me.
Read yesterday that the meds i had to come off from because of their side effects on my vision actually stay in my system for a minimum of 9 days after stop taking them and a max of like ... 3months ish? Sources differ. But yeah. So im probs still like on some levels experiencing withdrawal from that one as well as the adjustment onto new ones.
Havent got sick yet. Mum thinks it might be staggered though. She caught it 3 weeks ago and still has it. Dad caught it 2 weeks ago. And my brother started with it 1 week ago. So she thinks ill get it next week. I dont want it. I cant have my usual treatments for it combined with my new meds and remain a functioning human being who can get out of bed it'll just make me hella drowsy. I have taken zero steps to prevent myself catching it aside from taking my daily vitamins and hoping.
If i do get sick then i might just stay at mum and dads way longer until the trains are off strike and blame either transport or sickness on why i cant deliver my tutoring sessions in person for a bit. We will see. I dont really want to be sick and on these meds and alone in my room and having to leave the house during daytime bc of building workers and yet being too sick to leave the house and all the mess that comes with that like migraines from the noise of the building work and no access to kitchen etc etc. But hey. Landlord letting me pay half rent as long as the building works are ongoing so at least theres that.
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pathologising · 3 years
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can like -_- and infected wound make u sick genuine question BC I feel like shit RN <3
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comfortwriting · 2 years
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Tied To You - A.S
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Anakin Skywalker x Fem Reader
About: After a night of intense sex, the reader falls pregnant with Anakin's baby.
A/N: to support my work, please reblog!:)
Word Count: 2.6k 
Warnings: 18+, smut, breeding kink, swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), fingering, oral (female receiving), masturbation, orgasm denial, belly bulge, degradation, force choke, mention of death, mention of food and eating, nausea and sickness.
Spending time alone in your apartment was tiring, lonely, and boring - but all you could do at the moment was eat, throw up, feel exhausted, and sleep.
You would try to keep yourself busy, practising new hobbies or picking up new skills, even spending time with C-3PO and R2D2 whilst your husband trained and went on deadly missions, but you were too tired to engage in long conversations with the droids - and they didn't know what to do.
Part of you wanted to start a family already, have a couple of kids, raise them, move them away to your home planet where you and Anakin could keep them safe - but Anakin often stressed that until he had the title of Master, he couldn't risk such a thing.
"Please can we try?" you asked softly, feeling broody.
Your husband sighed, climbing on the bed and crawling over to you "We've talked about this, my love."
You felt frustrated and started to bite your bottom lip, chewing on it, the soft skin in between your teeth.
"Anakin, your title doesn't determine your strength or power - if anything, the enemy knowing you're a Jedi master could put our children at greater risk. You have already broken the Jedi Code by getting married."
Anakin considered this, hiding his head in the crook of your neck, his nose brushing against your soft skin.
He didn't care so much about breaking the Jedi Code, he couldn't ever be away from you and refused to entertain the idea of practising celibacy.
"I don't want to lose you in childbirth as I've dreamt about, I don't want to lose them-"
Your hand got lost in his soft, damp hair. "Ani, the future can always change, and no matter what, we should still bring something beautiful into this world... even if I would die during their arrival."
Anakin didn't like this one bit, thinking of you dying, having to raise a child alone that would remind him of you every day - but the thought of him being powerful enough to save your life and have you bring his children into the world made his heavy heart lift and spread warmth throughout his body.
"Lady, Y/N, are you still unwell?" C-3PO asked, sounding as concerned as a droid could be "You have tears down your face."
You sat up in bed, reaching for your glass of water, sipping it slowly to calm yourself down - excitement and worry exploding in your brain. Grabbing a tissue, you wiped away your tears and took a deep breath.
"You cannot tell anyone, C-3PO..." you replied quietly "I think I'm pregnant."
Anakin thought of spilling himself deep inside you, getting you pregnant so you were tied to him forever. The idea of everyone knowing you were fucked senselessly and got pregnant made Anakin's dick hard - everyone would know you were claimed - by who? they wouldn't know, but you displaying the signs of being with child was enough for your husband's mind to change.
"Is that what you want?" Anakin asked, his voice low and gruff "You want me to fill you up?"
The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, goosebumps spread all over your body, your crotch starting to flutter at his words.
Anakin's tongue traced circles into the side of your neck teasingly before he started to suck on your sweet spot, nibbling at it, leaving a visible mark.
"Yes," you moaned out softly "I want you to fill me up so badly, Anakin."
The sound of you moaning his name and asking for his seed only frustrated your husband further.
Anakin pulled away from your neck and pulled off his shirt, climbing on top of you, your eyes landed on the huge bulge visible through his trousers, making you go bright red and hot. His hands instantly gripped onto your pyjama top, his skillful fingers undoing the buttons - until he became too impatient and started to tug - causing the buttons to pop off and shoot across the room.
"Ani!-"
Anakin's mouth latched onto your breast, sucking your nipple and swirling his tongue around it as his metal hand slipped into your pyjama bottoms, his cold fingers against your heat made you gasp, sending shivers down your spine and more goosebumps across your arms.
Your husbands lustfilled eyes bored into yours, staring at you as if you were something to eat.
Pulling away from your breast, Anakin planted a hungry, wet kiss on your lips and moved down your body, kissing and licking down your chest and stomach slowly, stopping at the waistband on your pyjamas.
You stared at Anakin's face, his eyes twinkling and biting his lip, his other hand stroking himself through his trousers.
"You want me to eat out your cunt?" he growled, pulling down his own pyjama bottoms and tossing them across the room, freeing his erect cock which slapped against his lower abdomen.
Anakin's hand reached down and took hold of his dick, he started to pump it, his eyes glued onto your desperate face.
You watched him pleasure himself and felt yourself get wet beneath him, warming up against his cool touch.
"I do," you replied nervously.
"You do, what?" Anakin snapped "What do you want me to do?"
One of his fingers dragged up and down your folds before circling around you clit, you bit your lip, suppressing a moan.
"I want you to eat my cunt," you said, your breath shaky.
Your husband smirked, clearly enjoying this.
He stopped pumping his cock and pulled your pyjama bottoms down your legs and off your ankles, tossing them to the floor. Anakin knelt down to lay on his stomach, lifting up your legs and putting them over his shoulders, pulling you closer, your pussy almost brushing against his soft, red lips.
Anakin spat onto your heat, his laces of saliva running down your clit and spilling down between your folds, joining together at your entrance hole, dripping onto the bed sheet. The feeling of his saliva against your most sensitive spot made you moan, giving you the urge to grab him by the hair so you could feed him your sex.
Anakin knew this, but you weren't in control, not today.
Your husband attacked your clit, sucking on it, moving his head as he did so whilst two of his metal digits coated your hole with his spit, lubeing you up before pushing himself inside of you, your walls instantly adjusting to them and closing in around them.
You loved the feeling of his metal fingers stretch you open, you liked the cooling sensation they gave you, you loved how slick they were, how easily they could slide in and out.
Anakin's tongue started to swirl around on your clit, bringing you instant pleasure.
"Ani-" you moaned "That feels so good!"
Anakin's free hand went back to tugging at his length, pre-cum dripped from the tip which he spread across the head with his thumb, his moan vibrating against you. His two digits pumped inside of you in a slow yet deep rhythm, feeling you shuffle beneath him, he started to curl his fingers inside of you, beconking you to come to him.
As he did this, he started to kitten lick your pussy, dragging his long tongue up and down your clit and folds, soaking up your juices and spreading them all over your cunt and all over his lips.
"F-Fuck, Anakin-"
Switching up once again, Anakin slipped a third finger inside of you, your walls accepting him in and once again adjusting to his digits stretching you out. He picked up his pace and started to finger fuck you at great speed, his kitten-licks no longer slow and drawn out, but instead short and fast - stroking your most sensitive space.
Anakin could feel your walls tighten around him and your legs start to shake, your tummy began to tighten and you could feel yourself getting close.
Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched your husband devour you greedily, you were losing yourself beneath him.
"D-Don't stop," you panted, "Anakin, I-"
Anakin immediately stopped, he pulled out his slick metal fingers and pulled away from your heat, your juices and his saliva coating and dripping off his lips.
Your mouth dropped open, feeling betrayed by his actions.
With your legs still propped on his shoulders, Anakin bent over you and attacked your lips with his, pushing his tongue into your mouth, your juices spreading across your tongue. Anakin had to stop pumping his hard length or his seed would shoot onto your stomach, the fact that he made you could taste yourself made him twitch.
Pulling away you could barely form your words, still trying to process Anakin's teasing and betrayal.
"Do you like that, my love?" he asked "Do you like the taste of yourself?"
The fluttering started again.
You were annoyed that he denied you of release, but how could you not continue to melt under him?
You swallowed hard, his lustfilled eyes drinking you "I love the taste of myself on your lips" you replied.
Anakin brought his three metal fingers up to your face, hovering in front of your lips. You looked at them and then back into his eyes before taking his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them, swallowing the mix of your juices and his saliva, cleaning his fingers.
Anakin's head lolled back and he moaned, the sight of you sucking on his fingers making his cock throb painfully. He would fuck your face right there and then, but how would everyone know you were claimed if you swallowed his seed instead?
Your husband pulled his fingers from your mouth and spat on them, spreading his saliva across the entrance of your cunt before spreading more of his saliva on his large length, which made your mouth water... such a sight... such a beautiful sight.
Anakin lined his length at your entrance, one hand gripping the base, the other on your waist, he looked into your eyes and you nodded - causing him to slowly push himself inside of you.
Your eyebrows raised and your mouth dropped open again, and so did Anakin's, the two of you moaning out - his big cock stretching you open, your walls tightening around him and swallowing him whole.
Once you adjusted to your husbands size, he started to fuck you, bucking his hips and  holding your waist down onto him. The sound of you squelching with each trust he made only turned him on even more, which reasurred you as you felt slightly embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed, Y/N," he moaned "rearranging your guts sound so fucking hot."
Your moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls in all directions.
"You see that?" he asked you, fucking you faster "I'm fucking you so deep."
You could feel him penetrate you deeper, you stared down at your stomach, your eyes widening at the buldge - the outline of his large length so painfully visible you could run your hand over it.
"I can feel you in my tummy," you stared to weep out in pleasure, "Anakin you're so fucking big."
Anakin smirked and a flash of pride spread across his face.
"How does it feel?" he asked lowly, groaning as he continued to fuck you "How does it feel knowing that I'm going to plant my seed in you so fucking deep."
The way he spoke and the words he chose made your cunt start to strangle him.
"It feels so fucking good Anakin, pl-please cum in me."
"Call me Master," he demanded, he took his hand off your waist and held it out in front of you.
Your throat started to close as Anakin force choked you, the grip tightening around your throat, making you feel lightheaded and desperate for air.
"Y-Yes" you tried to speak, but couldn't.
"Yes what?" Anakin glared, pounding you, the sound of him slamming echoing in the room.
"M-Ma-"
Anakin released his grip, bringing his hand back to your waist, beads of sweat across his body twinkled in the nightlight, his beautiful hair sticking to his forehead.
You gasped and coughed, trying to catch your breath, savouring the air  your lungs so desperately desired, your head spinning.
"Master," you managed to breathe out.
"I'm going to knock you up, that way you will be tied to me." he panted "everyone will know what a dirty whore you are, spreading open your legs, allowing a celibate jedi to fuck you senseless."
"Master," you moaned "Master Skywalker - you will get into trouble-"
"Everyone will know you belong to me," he growled "your tummy will be so fucking full and your cunt will be swollen by the time I am finished with you."
Anakin couldn't hold himself back for much longer, your walls strangling him and the sight of you weeping from pleasure was pushing him over the edge. You couldn't hold back for much longer, either.
Anakin pressed down against the outline of his length through your tummy, the tip of his cock hitting and brushing against your G-Spot. Your head fell back and your back arched, your legs shaking upon his shoulders, a final moan escaping your lips.
"Master, I'm-"
As you released, Anakin choked you again, squeezing your throat, the sight of you desperate to breathe and the feeling of you gushing down his length made him at the point of release.
Anakin pounded you harder, deeper and faster, you moved your arms frantically, begging him to let go; he immediately stopped choking you and pushed himself deep inside of you, slashing your insides with his thick ropes of sperm, coating you.
Five minutes felt like eternity whilst you waited for your life and future to turn upside down.
You held the strange test in your hand, the two lines staring at you through the oval windows. More tears welled up in your eyes and started to stream down your soft cheeks.
"Oh dear," C-3PO panicked "This isn't good news, is it? How are we going to tell my maker?!"
You shook your head and started to laugh, "This isn't bad news at all, and I'll be telling Anakin myself."
Your husband arrived back on Coruscant, and despite feeling exhausted after an agonising mission and endless lectures from his Jedi Master Obi-Wan, his heart excitedly skipped beats knowing that you would be in his arms within a matter of minutes.
Making his way to your apartment, he could sense something strange, another presence inside.
Did you have friends over? Were you consulting a medic? Fixing up a new droid or... or had fallen for someone else?
Anakin couldn't wait to find out, so he burst in and found you alone on the sofa, sitting there nervously with a big smile on your face at his arrival.
"Ani!" you grinned, hurrying over to him, pushing yourself a little too fast "I've missed you so much!"
Your arms wrapped around him, and Anakin pulled you closer, his head resting on yours as he stroked your hair, closing his eyes.
Someone was here. Someone he was yet to meet.
"Are you okay?" he asked you, pulling away from the hug, looking around the room.
You noticed his movements and tugged on his hand, unable to contain your excitement or hide the news for much longer.
"Anakin, something happened whilst you were away."
Your husbands face dropped.
"Y/N-"
You knew he was already overthinking.
"No, I'm- I'm pregnant, Ani." you beamed, bringing his hand and placing it on your stomach "We're having a baby."
Anakin paused, feeling an immense amount of happiness explode inside of him. Against his palm, he could finally pin point the presence - the baby you made together, many nights ago.
You stared at your husband as his eyes that glued on your bump filled with tears, his other hand cupped your face and a smile spread across his lips.
"This- This is the happiest day of my life," he said softly, pulling you in for a kiss.
tags: @autobotrosestark
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proserpina-magnus · 3 years
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hi! i love your writing so much and am wondering if you could do a regulus x reader smut where it's the readers first time (innocence kink to the max also praise) and she is worried she wont be good?
Bestie I sorta forgot to add a few of the main points, but I included the majority so I hope you like it. I made it a tad bit longer then my other blurbs so I hope that makes up for it! xoxo
Regulus Black And Thigh Fucking [ + major innocence kink ]
[ Warning: fem!reader, innocences kink, daddy kink, size difference, thigh fucking, slight subspace, slight tit sucking, use of the words “bunny” & “Angel” ]
Word count: 2.2k
THIS IS NOT EDITED
You felt a burning itch encase your bottom half, your legs wobbly as you opened the door to Regulus dorm. You peaked your head in, looking around for him. Regulus turned his head at the sound, a gentle smile forming on his lips as he realized who opened the door.
"Hi Angel, come in," Regulus motioned, he sat on his bed, a book between his fingers before closing it and setting it softly to the side.
Regulus waited patiently as you walked into the colder room, turning slightly so you can close the door. You walked over to where he sat, a guilty remorse present on your face.
"What's wrong?" Regulus worriedly asked, his legs spreading open so he can pull you in between them. His hands rub your hips, dipping to hold your back firmly.
"It hurts.." you mumble, not sure why you had felt this desperate need. Regulus held worry in his eyes, he pushed you back slightly so he could look over you.
"What hurts? Did you fall?" He asked, he couldn't find any visible wounds. Regulus wondered if you had started your period and was looking for some sympathy, his hand comes to rub your stomach.
"No... not m'period," you mumble, Regulus looked up towards your eyes with a confused expression. "I don't know what's wrong bunny, you have to tell me,"
You feel embarrassed, not knowing how to phrase your predicament. Instead, you take his hand and guide it under your skirt. You whimper as you place his hand against your soaked panties.
"Right there," you whisper, Regulus eyes look down slowly and follow the way his hand disappears under the thick fabric. His eyes slowly closed, a hum on his lips as he rubbed his index finger against the soaked material. You instantly jumped, legs squeezing around his hand as you gripped onto his shoulders.
"Oh baby, when did this start?" Regulus asked, tapping your thighs so you'll loosen up. You followed his instructions, thighs parting for his fingers. He pushed aside the stained material as he feels just how needy you are. When you don't reply, Regulus hand cups your jaw and guides you to look at him. "When did you start feeling like this?" He asked again, noticing the way you become nervous.
"Yesterday. When you were playing quidditch," You tell him, feeling more embarrassment flood your face with red. Tears start to well up in your eyes as you let out a silent cry. "I'm sorry Reggie, I don't know what's wrong with me. Please make it go away,"
Regulus clued into your frantic state, piecing together that you had no clue what was going on. He took responsibility for this, feeling guilty for not realizing the way you had clung onto him after his quidditch match.
"It's alright bunny, let me help you. I should've realized yesterday, 'm sorry you felt needy all night," Regulus apologized, bringing you into a soft kiss as your fluids dripped onto his fingers. He hadn't even touched you yet and you had been soaking, it was driving him crazy.
"Couldn't sleep daddy, I felt funny," you whispered, not realizing how easy it was for you to fall into a submissive state. Regulus felt his heart squeeze, his cock twitching against his pants at the nickname you've given him.
"Shh, I know baby. Daddy's going to take care of you now, I've got you," Regulus played along, bringing you to the bed as he guided you to lay back. You felt exposed when he unzipped your skirt and slid it down your thighs. Your panties soaked with need, Regulus had to resist letting out a groan.
He helped you out of your shirt and bra, letting out a gentle "tsk" when he saw you cover up. He petted your hair to ease you, his other hand pulling your arm away from your breasts.
"Please don't hide yourself," Regulus asked, his eyes taking a long look at your chest. Your breasts were flushed and swollen, your nipples hard and untouched. Every part of you had been untouched, Regulus let out a content sigh.
"M'sorry daddy, I'm so stupid," you fret, feeling terrible for upsetting him. Regulus let out a gentle coo, his hand resting on your hips as he leaned down to capture your lips in a delicate kiss.
"You're not stupid bunny. I don't want to hear you say that again, do you understand?" He asked, pulling back so he can wipe your tears away. When you nodded, he gave you a soft smile as he tilted your face up with his knuckle.
With his thumb on your chin, he turns your face to the right. You squeeze your eyes shut, nauseous with what he's going to do. Regulus took his time looking over your nude body, sucking on his tongue to calm himself.
"You're so pretty, just wanna use you until you're crying and whimpering for me, would you like that bunny?" Regulus tutted, enjoying the way your thighs closed and rubbed for friction. His hands slide down to your breast, his cold fingers cupping your tit.
"Please Reggie," you begged loosely, just wanting the desperation to ease. Regulus let out a gentle laugh, his fingers running down the side of your torso before he applied pressure just below your navel. "Can't wait to see my cock filling you, probably can't even take it all,"
You felt a twitch of degradation from his words, your body warm as you slid your legs wide open for him. You felt a need to prove him wrong, wanting to be good and take him fully. "No I can take it, I can take daddy's cock," you blabber out, Regulus looked up towards you with a shocked expression.
"Bunny, do you have any idea what you're doing me?" Regulus breathed out, an enchanted look in his eyes as he quickly tugs on your panties. You shake your head, a pout on your lips. Regulus took your smaller hand into his much larger one, dragging it down to place it against his clothed cock. You sat up instantly, eyes wide as it dangled at his large bulge straining against his slacks.
"That's not going to fit," you mumbled, eyes wide like saucers as you keep staring at the full cock pressed under his clothes. Your mouth watered from the thought, Regulus took your face in his hand and tilted it up. He wore a smirk on his face, dipping down to press a kiss against your wettened lips.
"I thought you said you would take me like a good girl?" Regulus kissed down your neck, his hands squeezing your hips. He nipped just below your ear, before whispering lowly; "you wouldn't lie to me would you bunny?"
"Daddy you're too big, what if it hurts?" You protested, stomach squeezing as you thought about the tear. Regulus gave a confident smile into your shoulder, kissing down your chest.
His mouth opened, taken your hardened nub between his lips. You let out a whiny whimper, your fingernails digging into his shoulder.
"Trust me bunny, I would never hurt you. How about I fuck your thighs hm? Rub my cock against your pussy without fucking you full," Regulus offered, his lips moving down your stomach. He kissed just below your navel, his hands firmly against your hips as you squirmed.
"Will it hurt?" You ask, your hands moving to his hair as you pull him back up for a kiss. Regulus kissed you deeply, his hands moving to grip your thighs.
"It's not supposed to, do you want to try it?" He asked, you gave a shaky nod. Regulus kissed you once more, standing up as he discarded his warm jumper. You flexed on your knees, hands obediently pressed to your thighs as you sat and watched.
"Someone's a good girl," Regulus commented, your face warm as you felt another nervous swarm of butterflies in your tummy. "I wanna be your good girl, daddy," you declared, mouth thick with saliva as Regulus slipped out of his shirt. His skin was a light olive colour, you could see the outline of his pelvic bone poking out through his slacks. Your eyes holding a stare with his hard cock.
"You're already my good girl," Regulus said while standing closer, he chuckled when you continued to stare at his bulge. He directed your head up, looking down towards you. "Turn around and prop your ass up,"
You did just that, leaning up to get a small kiss before directing yourself to turn around. You leaned forwards, hands pressed in his mattress as you arched to prop your ass in the air. Regulus let out a long breath at the sight, your wet cunt presented just for him.
He leaned down, blowing cold air against your plump folds. You jerked, not prepared for the way it felt so good against your hot cunt. You felt another bolt of nausea when you heard his belt click open, hearing the shuffle of clothes drop against the floor.
You try and turn back to see his now exposed cock, but Regulus only holds it out of view. "Don't be greedy," He contorts, his fingers moving to push through your folds.
You shrivel, grabbing a pillow as you hide your face in it. Regulus sees the way you tense up, he places a gentle rub on your thigh as he continues to coat his fingers for lubrication.
"Shh, you're doing so well. Sorry I snapped at you bunny, just didn't want to ruin your innocence," He explained, his now wetted hand moving down to your locked thighs. He spreads your liquid in between your thighs, you grow confused at his movements.
"What are you doing daddy?" You whine, feeling faint from how little you're getting pleased. Regulus only breaths out, pumping his cock a few times as he leans down quickly to spit against your folds. You gasp, head turning at the feeling.
"Shh baby, I can't fuck your thighs with no lubrication," Regulus responds, his spit dripping from your cunt. You twitch, turning your head back to lay against the pillow.
"Daddy please, hurts," You mumble through the pillow, Regulus gives a pat to your ass for comfort as he takes his cock and pushes it through your thighs. "I know bunny, please be patient,"
Regulus holds your thighs closed, grinding into your tight thighs as he fucks them fast. You move with his body, gasping each time he slides up and rubs against your swollen clit. After a few more thrusts, he completely switches to rut against your folds.
He's careful not to enter unwanted, taking his time with dragging his wet cock against your puffy cunt. You can't help but let out grateful moans, your body pushing into his for more friction.
"Bunny, fuck keep squeezing your thighs just like that," Regulus let out a heavy groan, his fingers looping under your hipbone as he fucks you back into him. You let out a cry from the sensitivity, clamping your thighs closed for him.
"Feels funny," you whimper, a building sensation of warmth spreading through your stomach. Regulus had to refrain himself from fucking you silly, his clipped nails digging into your warm flesh as he pulls you back to glide against his cock in a deeper pace. "Just let it out bunny, it'll feel good I promise,"
Your moans grow louder, mouth ajar as your eyes shut on impulse. Your clit is swollen with sensitivity, your back arching as you feel every vein from his cock. You have to force yourself to keep your thighs closed, body numb when a greater sensation fills you.
You fall limp from the pressure, hands squeezing weakly at the sheets as you let out a sniffle. Regulus moves his cock back down to your lower thighs, fucking them for his own release.
"So good bunny, you looked so pretty," Regulus praises, his fingers tracing your spine as he gives you a final tug. Your ass flush against his stomach as he comes all over his sheets below you.
"Does it still hurt bunny?" Regulus asked, pulling away with his used cock. He slipped on a pair of briefs, sighing at his sensitivity. You huff, face implanted in the pillow.
"No, daddy made me feel better," you tell him, leaning up with your leftover strength. You turn around, nuzzling yourself to lay against his chest. His hand comes to rub your back, kissing your forehead.
"It's not daddy anymore bunny, I'm Reggie," He corrects, casting a quick charm to clean up the mess left over. You shake your head, eyes shutting from exhaustion.
"No bunny, keep your eyes open for me," Regulus tells you while pulling you back slightly. You give him a longing expression of desperation, eyes drooping slightly.
"I wanna sleep daddy," you whine, head pushing back against his chest. Regulus pulls you back gently, his hand placed firmly against the back of your neck. "No bunny, I'm Reggie,"
"Water," you tell him, biting the inside of your lip as you start to fuzz out of your state. Regulus opens a water bottle, holding it to your lips as he tilts it. You pull back after a few long sips, water dripping down your chin. With a clearer mindset, you feel Regulus dab at your chin with a cloth.
"Thank you, Reggie," you mumble, head falling back against his chest. Regulus heart rams against his chest, thankful that you didn't stay in that state for too long.
"Just taking care of you, bunny. I'm always going to take care of you,"
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trashytummiez · 2 years
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A Drunken Skeptic
This is a commission I did for one of my favorite people @fungusfangs that features Skeptic after getting drunk with Dabi. And the bitchy boi only nags him even further when it turns out alcohol and Skeptic tummy don't mix. I had soooo much fun with this one and I hope you all enjoy it too <3
Warning: contains bloating burps drunkenness hiccups indigestion nausea tummyache tummy noises tummy rubs
“Dude I knew you were a wuss but I didn't think you were thatmuch of a lightweight,” Dabi admitted with a soft hiccup that left him rubbing his chest. The way he staggered just slightly and that glossy look in his radiant blue eyes seemed to indicate that he was pretty drunk.
But Dabi's intoxication was nothing compared to what his “drinking “”buddy””” was experiencing.
“Unnnngh...hlc...I hate you so-hic-m-much...” moaned Skeptic as he laid against the frame of his bed in an uncharacteristically sloppy manner hiccuping a few times in a row. His lavish hair was spread over the mattress from the way he rested his head back against it. Those raven locks glistened with sheen from the high end shampoo and conditioners he used. And though his bangs covered his eyes, like always, his big mouth hung open with a drunken groan of misery, interrupted by another sharp hiccup that jerked his body and left him palming his flat chest.
“Is it my fault ya literally have the tolerance of a six year old?” Dabi said with a light chuckle. Even in his state he couldn't help being deeply amused at the sight. “And believe me, I've beenthat drunk six year old.”
Skeptic hiccuped again and whined loudly. “Of course you-hilp-mph...have. Hic! Unf...I didn't even want to drunk, you uncultured-wait...no...hic-oof...shit...” He winced and rubbed his chest some more with a look of discomfort until he burped lowly between his clenched teeth and huffed after, hiccuping sharply again and covering his mouth as he mumbled to himself. “...What was I...right, scratch that. I don't drink because unlike you neanderthals I don't need to be inebriated in order to have a good time...!”
“Yeah I'm sure your anime boy love pillow is...urf...thrilled,” Dabi joked but trailed off towards the end and looked mildly uncomfortable. “Oof...” he grunted then brought a fist to his mouth in time to give a thick closed mouth burp that Skeptic could hear reverberate inside of Dabi's mouth which made him cringe. Dabi put his free hand on his belly and muffled another thick burp into his fist but still looked uncomfortable.
That was at least until Dabi dropped both hands onto his stomach and let out a large full-throated burp that rattled out of him raucously and forcefully. Even with his eyes concealed behind his glorious bangs Skeptic appeared both annoyed and disgusted. Dabi on the other hand moaned with relief.
“Ohhh fuck I needed that...” Dabi groaned pleasantly and patted his belly.
“First of all, you're a disgusting pig,” Skeptic spat out before ironically stifling a deep drunken burp of his own between his teeth. He huffed and held up a finger. “Secondly, the nerve of you to make a joke like that! You realize if I wanted to have sex with something attractive I could just make a puppet, right?” Each point Skeptic brought up, he raised another finger for emphasis with his middle finger being very conveniently raised in time for his third point. “Third, fuck you. Fourth, anime boy? Really? You're in your early twenties and you still watch childish cartoons about pretty jailbait? And you have the audacity to call me a loser?? Fifth, fuck you again. And finally-”
Dabi was only half-paying attention to whatever Skeptic was saying. Though he did pay attention when the villain's drunken nagging was interrupted by an incredibly noisy burbling sound that erupted from his tummy. Skeptic froze in place and felt his cheeks grow incredibly heated when his stomach started gurgling quite intensely and unpleasantly. The grumbling sound was almost as loud as Skeptic's drunken whining.
Dabi looked down at the well-dressed even more well-groomed villain and went slightly wide-eyed. “Jeez booze really doesn't agree with ya, huh.”
Skeptic wrapped his arm around his tummy protectively then hiccuped rather loudly. He covered his mouth and blushed a little as he mumbled something drunkenly then rolled a little to his side which was still pressed up against his bed frame. Dabi couldn't quite make out what he was saying but he picked up on “your fault” and some other bit of slurred insult, no doubt about Dabi's intelligence.
It was around this time that Dabi actually glanced down at Skeptic's stomach and took note of something. Between Skeptic's near-skeletal frame and the fact that his fine black turtleneck was so tight-fitting against his lanky body, there was a visible bloat protruding from Skeptic's middle. Dabi was a little bloated too since he had consumed way more alcohol than the latter villain. But because he actually had some muscle and definition across his patchwork body, it wasn't quite as visible as it was on the much skinnier tech-villain.
He looked down and saw Skeptic cringing with discomfort when his belly gave another unpleasantly thick groan. Skeptic hiccuped sharply then drunkenly grasped at his long jaw stifling another thick hiccup that made his torso jolt and left him groaning sickly. Each hiccup jerked his lanky torso so hard it made his chest and throat hurt from the sudden sharpness constantly erupting in his chest. And all that movement was murder on Skeptic's tummy which was not made any less gurgly from the spasms constantly shaking all that miserable beer in his stomach around.
That is until Dabi settles down next to Skeptic and, to Skeptic's mortal shock and dread, Dabi proceeded to slip his hand under his turtleneck to lift it up. “Wha-you staple-faced bitch! What in the name of total-fuckery do you think you're-hic-d-doing...?!” He was so outraged and flustered at the same time he couldn't help hiccup sharply in the middle of his sputtering tirade.
He squirmed and resisted but was simply far too drunk to successfully prevent Dabi from raising his shirt up and fully exposing Skeptic's immensely pale bare tummy. Skeptic's lanky frame was contrasted quite immensely by the way his stomach curved out from the beers he'd drunk up to that point.
Poor Skeptic looked as though he was on the verge of blowing a gasket with the all too familiar and casual way Dabi slipped his hands under his turtleneck and dared to put his hands on his belly. “Y-You...! You unbelievable...!” He couldn't even finish his sentence he was so outraged! And also drunk...
“What's unbelievable? That another human being's actually touching you?” Dabi snarked in that dry and sarcastic way of his.
“Y-You're not human! Hlck! You're subhuman! Less than subhuman~!! Absolute trash! A-hic-oof! A shameless trash monster stapled together by-”
Dabi cut him off by gently running his oh-so-warm palm up Skeptic's belly. His fingers gingerly sank into Skeptic's flesh and kneaded into it. Skeptic was lanky and because he had virtually no muscle mass it meant that even when it was empty his stomach was very soft. When it was protruding with so much beer as it currently was, it was even very noticeably squishy. It wasn't bulging out nearly enough to jiggle like a full-on beer belly. But the curvature combined with Skeptic's muscle-less frame caused Dabi's palm and fingers to sink into that smooth soft flesh.
Skeptic's tummy actually felt oddly pleasant to the touch precisely because of how smooth and delicate his skin felt. Thus Dabi ran his hand up to the highest crest of Skeptic's tummy kneading into the tensest portion of flesh. Then Dabi slid his hand down to Skeptic's underbelly brushing his fingertips just around the waist of Skeptic's pants and ghosting his thumb across the trail that led from Skeptic's belly button down to his pelvis.
The sensation of Dabi so delicately rubbing his tummy froze Skeptic in place. He hated being touched by others. They were too grabby and mindless not to mention their hands were always so cold. Anytime he tried to make his puppets rub his tummy for example, it always ended up being a miserable experience for that very reason.
But Dabi was different. For as crude and careless as the young scarred villain was about anything and everything there was an uncharacteristic gentleness to his touch. He stroked Skeptic's soft belly like he'd known him for years. It was such a strangely comforting feeling and not just for how sensual and relaxing it felt. Though the latter half didn't hurt especially since, compared to his puppets, Dabi's hands felt like a heating pad being rested against his delicate tummy.
So Skeptic didn't swat Dabi's hands away from him. Instead he seemed to settle with his back against the frame of his bed and allowed Dabi to keep massaging his grumbling tummy. Dabi grinned cheekily and teasingly kneaded the middle of Skeptic's bloat an inch or two above his belly button. “Huh. Guess subhuman trash gives good belly rubs after all. Who'd 'uh thunk it...”
Skeptic snorts through his nostrils and turns his head away. “Being good at one or two things doesn't make your trashiness any less trashy,” Skeptic groggily slurred his reply out defensively. But it did nothing to mask the growing blush on his pale cheeks. If only his bangs were longer, that might have helped.
Dabi's grin widened when he leaned closer to Skeptic. “Maybe you like subhuman trash more than ya realize...” Dabi teased quietly and oh-so delicately drew circles around Skeptic's belly button.
The extra sensitive skin around his navel made Skeptic shudder without him even realizing he was doing it. When he caught himself he glared behind his bangs at Dabi. “I like trash as much as I like a kick in the head from a robot donkey. Don't get that confused you Jigsaw looking motherfucker!”
“Ain't he a Punisher villain? I thought cartoons'n comic books were childish,” Dabi said with a sly cat-like grin.
Skeptic sputtered indignantly realizing his own intoxication was leading things to slip out that should stay clamped behind his lips. He was once again working himself up enough to upset his tummy so badly that it gave another noisy, gaseous gurgle which Dabi could feel reverberating beneath his fingertips. It made Skeptic attempt to stifle a hiccup behind his closed mouth which made his chest jerk out and only caused another hiccup to follow suit. He tried to breath but a third hiccup erupted loudly out from his open mouth making him clamp his mouth shut in time for a fourth hiccup to jolt him and morph into a thick burp that rumbled wetly in his mouth.
Dabi smirked in amusement. “This is fun,” he teased. And as if to outrage the drunken hiccuping Skeptic even further Dabi rested his ear against Skeptic's bubbling tummy. Dabi listened to the thick churning that was still erupting from inside the troubled organ. Skeptic blushed profusely. He hated how much he didn't quite hate the way Dabi's spiky hair felt prickling against his tummy like that. Or how Dabi's face felt so warm like his hands.
Damn it all why did someone so insufferable have to be so oddly comforting...?
“Sounds like a lotta build up,” Dabi commented. “Y'know there's a reason I was burpin' so much a few minutes ago.”
“Yes. It's because you're a crass pig who knows less about table manners than he does about-HIC-gah...than...French literature,” Skeptic drunkenly scorned but struggled to wrap his head around a solid insulting punchline after a loud hiccup cut off his train of drunken thought.
“...Uh-huh,” Dabi said dryly as if he was agreeing completely. “But also 'cuz beer sits pretty heavy in my gut too. So when I get the air out it doesn't feel as heavy an' keep addin' pressure to my esophagus or whatever.”
“Your-hlp-point?” Skeptic asked impatiently when a small but hard hiccup cut him off.
“This,” Dabi replied a moment before pushing down on Skeptic's tummy.
A thick gurgle rose up from Skeptic's stomach and up his throat. And before he could stop himself, a thick throaty burp rumbled heavily out from his mouth and lasted nearly three seconds. Skeptic immediately clamped his mouth shut and went bug-eyed behind his bangs while his cheeks practically fumed from embarrassment and outrage. He glared at Dabi like he was trying to melt the scarred villain with his eyes alone.
“...H-How...ffffucking...dare you...?!?!” he sputtered in shock and anger.
“Good one dude,” Dabi said with a cheeky grin as he gently patted Skeptic's tummy. Then he held up a finger. “Notice anything?”
Skeptic was twitching violently like he was contemplating what in his room he could use to strangle Dabi with.
After several seconds Dabi tapped Skeptic's belly again. “Not so grumbly anymore, huh.”
Despite his outrage Skeptic paused for a moment and listened. It was true. His tummy was a lot less noisy than it had been all night. His chest also felt a lot lighter now that the pressure had been released. His angry expression softened when he realized what Dabi had just done for him essentially curing his hiccups with one embarrassingly strong eruption.
“...I still hate you,” Skeptic whined.
“Wouldn't have it any other way,” Dabi grinned honestly then resumed gingerly stroking Skeptic's tummy.
The villain seemed to settle down a lot more as Dabi rubbed away. He didn't fight the urge to groan pleasantly at the way Dabi's hand seemed to glide effortlessly across the entirety of his belly. Or the way the warmth that emitted from Dabi's hand to Skeptic's tummy seemed to radiate throughout his whole body making him feel even more relaxed. He especially didn't hate the way Dabi occasionally fondled his navel while tending to the lower center of his soft stomach.
“Say what's your name anyway?” Dabi blurted out randomly.
“...You've been here...how long now...?” Skeptic asked not nearly drunk enough to be any less dumbfounded by the question.
“Dude I barely listen to half the shit you nag out. I think you said it like once or twice around me?” Dabi asked with a shrug and drummed his fingers atop Skeptic's tummy in thought. “Was it Septic? Nah it was...somethin' stupid. Like uh...Sarcasm? No wait it was Sparticus! Nah it was...shit was it Septic? It was Septic right?”
“It's Tomoyasu, you brainless patchwork fuck,” Skeptic spat angrily...not realizing yet that he was so drunk he accidentally told Dabi his real name instead of his code name.
Dabi blinked drunkenly himself. “...Todo...yazu. Got it.”
Skeptic stared at Dabi in deadpanned silence. “...I hate you. I've mentioned that I hate you, haven't I?”
“Once or twice,” Dabi answered then resumed massaging Skeptic's tummy some more.
Skeptic settled more into Dabi's touch and huffed in a relaxed stupor. The rubbing coaxed another pressure pocket up Skeptic's throat which made a low burp leak out between his clenched teeth sounding more like a growl than a burp. He was too relaxed to even care at that point. And after a while Skeptic was fast asleep breathing heavily while Dabi continued massaging his tummy.
What happened next surprised Dabi a little though.
Perhaps subconsciously, because Skeptic was so intoxicated and because he was out like a light...he actually leaned into Dabi. The scarred villain's eyes widened a little when the classier of the two villains rested against Dabi's torso even leaning his head against Dabi's athletic chest and seeming to rumble pleasantly. For all of Skeptic's constant nagging about how much he despised the League and especially Dabi, he seemed not quite as averse to embracing the young patchwork villain when his guard was as down as it was.
Dabi didn't fight it. For as prissy and bitchy as Skeptic was Dabi actually wrapped an arm around the man and tugged him close like he was embracing him with a single arm. Skeptic's soft almost lush feeling hair felt pleasant against the portions of Dabi's cheek which still had feeling left. He couldn't help but sniff at Skeptic's hair. Whatever product he used smelled incredible.
Even with the man out cold Dabi continued to use his other hand to gently stroke Skeptic's belly in his drunken sleep. It caused Skeptic to smile as he slumbered which in turn made Dabi smirk a surprisingly gentle smirk as he continued comforting the drunken villain.
Though Dabi being who he was, his smile gentle or not, wasn't for any good reason.
The villain looked around Skeptic's bedroom and observed the cameras set up all around them. Then he chuckled softly and contently.
“...I'm totally stealin' the footage of us together'n usin' that to blackmail you later.”
Skeptic's only reply was a small hiccup he gave in his sleep. It was downright adorable. And was going to make his inevitable blackmailing even more fun when he showed hi that clip.
Sufficed to say, Dabi hoped the two of them could go drinking together again soon...
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pascalpanic · 3 years
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so i read this scenario on reddit and i thought it would be a cute and fluffy fic idea if you want to write it :)
one of the Pedro boys (i was thinking frankie or marcus moreno but you can put any one of them that you feel like would fit the story) lands himself in the hospital and the reader visits him often cause they’re friends. they notice that every time they visit, his heart rate monitor speeds up, like not enough to cause alarm but enough to be noticeable, and that’s how she finds out that he likes her and they decide to date (after he gets out of hospital)
Appendicitis (Frankie Morales x f!reader)
Summary: ^^
W/C: 2.4K
Warnings: talk of being ill, vomit, pain, lots of talk of hospitals and that being a major setting, Frankie is a dad, language
A/N: welcome back to Josie’s quest to clean her inbox! This idea was so precious!! I hope you guys like it!!
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Frankie is in fucking agony. Never has he felt something as painful as this, never has such pain radiated through his body so intensely that he has no choice but to vomit out his stomach’s contents.
He spends the day at home, occupying his daughter as best he can while he’s in such suffering. He figures that maybe it’s just really bad gas cramping or constipation. Marisol plays quietly, at her daddy’s request, watching her favorite Disney movies on the couch while nuzzled into his side. Frankie has never been so grateful to get her into bed at the end of the day.
After a full day of the pain, and realizing that it wasn’t going away no matter how many painkillers he took, Frankie gave in around midnight. Lying in his bed, skin turning gray and the pain now decisively in his right side, Frankie called you.
After a few rings, you picked up. “Hey, Fish.”
“Hi.” His voice sounds agonized. “How much do you charge for babysitting again?” He asks, the strain clear.
You’re confused, pushing the phone closer to your ear and thinking it might be the distance that makes him sound so odd. “Uh, you’re my friend, so free. You need me to take Mari?” You ask him.
He nods. “Yeah; how much for like a week though? I don’t want to impose though, and-“
His voice sounds terrible. “Frankie. Shut up. A week? What’s wrong? I can take Marisol for as long as you need, but I gotta know what’s going on.”
Frankie is quiet before he grunts softly in pain. “I think my appendix might be fucked up. It hurts like fucking hell. Mari’s asleep, I don’t wanna wake her or anything, but could you-“
You cut him off once more, sitting bolt upright. “I’m on my way over. Do you think you can hang on until I get there? I can drive you to the hospital, or we’ll get one of the boys.”
“That sounds good,” Frankie agrees. “Fuckin’ ambulances are so expensive.”
You chuckle softly. “Hang in there, Fish, okay? I’m gonna call Will, see if he can drive you and I’ll stay with Mari. How’s that?”
Marisol loves you. There’s no better solution in Frankie’s eyes: she behaves better for you than she does for him. She’ll be in good hands, happy for as long as he needs to be in the hospital healing. “Perfect. God, you’re a fucking angel. Don’t deserve you.”
“You deserve better than me,” you snort as you pull on a hoodie and slip on some shoes. “I’m gonna call Will. You got this, Fish. Distract yourself. I’ll send you updates.”
When you arrive at the Morales household, Will’s truck is already in the driveway. He lives closer, so it makes sense. Be quiet and don’t wake Mari, you remember as you slip off your shoes and head up the stairs of Frankie’s home. It’s quiet, unsurprising for this time of night, and you know Mari is a light sleeper. Frankie would never want to wake her at this hour.
Wandering into his room, you find Will standing next to the bed and an incredibly worn-looking Frankie. His skin holds barely any color, his face almost green in nausea. You rush to his side. “Frankie, holy shit,” you exclaim in a loud whisper, taking his hand. “You’re okay?”
“I will be if Miller mans up and gets me out of this bed,” he says, followed by a chuckle with no humor.
Will sighs. He’s wearing pajamas too, looking as exhausted as you are. Frankie groans as he hears Mari’s tiny voice over the baby monitor. “Fuck. You’re staying with her, Will’s bringing me?” He clarifies, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes.
Nodding, you squeeze his hand. “Give me directions quickly and I’ll go get her. You gotta sit up first, Frankie,” you reassure him.
He squeezes your hand back tight and sits up, his face contorting in pain. There’s a flush of redness to his cheeks, and it makes him look more human for a moment until it fades again. “She won’t fall back asleep unless she’s in this bed with you. She needs the attention. Uh, food is in the fridge, you know emergency shit,” he says, with surprising coherence for the pain he’s in.
You nod and ruffle Frankie’s soft bedhead. “Benny- fuck,” you wince, knowing the Miller brothers hate being mixed up. Somehow, even with their distinct personalities, you do it all the time. “Will. Send me updates,” you remind him as you stand. “And you, Francisco,” you murmur and press a kiss to his sweat-beaded forehead, “get some strong pain meds and get better for me and Mari.” You smile softly and walk out of the room.
The room next to Frankie’s is beautiful, a sage green paint and lots of woodland creatures painted on the walls by Frankie’s surprisingly artistic hands. There’s a crib covered by a creamy white canopy and the little girl pokes her head up, tilting to the side in confusion as she sees you.
It’s not fear, of course. Mari loves you, absolutely adores you in fact. She’s just… confused. Her little brain can tell it’s the middle of the night. “Where’s Daddy?” She asks, making uppy arms at you.
You walk over to her crib, picking her up and kissing her head. “Daddy’s got a tummyache, cutie,” you tell her and tickle her tummy gently, making her giggle and bury her tiny face in your chest. “He’s gonna go see the doctor and get it all fixed up, okay? You and I are gonna have so much fun,” you assure her, and she giggles again.
You can hear two sets of feet, slowly moving. “Let’s go give Daddy a kiss goodbye, okay?” Mari nods and rubs her little eyes.
Frankie’s got an arm around Will’s shoulders in the hall, looking absolutely agonized. He smiles a little as he sees you and his baby. “Hey, patita,” he chuckles. He dubbed her duckling from the soft tufts of fluff on her head as a baby. “Be good while I’m gone.”
Mari nods and puts a hand on either side of Frankie’s sweating face, making a little pout and giving him a kiss. “Love you, Daddy,” she says, a yawn overtaking her tiny face.
“Love you too,” he nods and looks up at you. “I owe you.”
“Friends don’t owe each other,” you shake your head. “Now get your a… butt to the hospital, Morales,” you tell him and pat Will on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.”
He nods at you and the two men shuffle along through the house until they can get Frankie into the car and on his way to (hopefully) sedation and a cure.
Yawning again, Mari’s big brown eyes look up at you from where you hold her on your hip. “Snack?” She asks you, pointing towards the kitchen.
Her little voice and tiny, pudgy fingers are too much. “I suppose. Only because we’re having special girls’ time,” you tease and boop her nose. Setting her on the counter, you grab some cubes of cheese and some berries, which you make sure are in small pieces.
Mari’s content to eat her snacks with you, and you can see her growing sleepier again as the plate empties out. “Sleepy?” You ask her, and she nods. “Alright, cutie pie,” you sigh and lift her, holding her to your chest as she wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around your torso. “Do you want me to cuddle with you?” You ask.
She nods. “Gotta snuggle for late sleepies. Daddy says that.”
The words melt your heart. Frankie’s always been so good with her, so warm and skilled and precious. It only makes your crush on the man grow every time his little girl babbles about how much she loves her daddy. “Does he?”
She nods. “Daddy sings for me.”
Frankie singing Marisol to sleep. The idea melts your heart. You need in on that. “What does he sing to you?” You ask. “What’s your favorite song that daddy sings to you?”
She thinks for a moment as you sit on the edge of the bed, allowing her to clamber off your lap and into the cozy king-sized bed. “Rocket Man.” It’s hard to decipher in her baby-talk, but you get it.
“He sings that for you?” You ask as you get under the covers, into the blankets that are still warm from Frankie’s body heat, that smell like his cologne.
Mari snuggles into your chest, and nods softly. “Can you sing Rocket Man?”
“Of course,” you nod and trace little circles into the toddler’s back, singing the Elton John song to her in a soft voice. It doesn’t take long, now that she’s in her daddy’s bed and got a snack, for her to fall asleep. She snores softly, and you follow suit not too long after.
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It did turn out that Frankie had appendicitis. The doctors weren’t entirely sure what caused it, but you and the Miller brothers rotated your time with Marisol at home and the hospital with Frankie, as his stay was painfully long for such an active man. Santiago video chatted often, but being out of town prevented him from physically seeing Fish.
It took him about a week to recover, and that time was mostly spent napping or watching the television in his room. He’d bullshit with the guys or you when you were around, and he especially loved the time of the afternoon every day where one of you brought Marisol to see him.
Usually it was just you or one of the Millers who stayed in the room with him. The other two either stayed with Marisol or got to stay at home and rest for themselves. It was a lucky day when you and Benny got to both be with Frankie for a while, telling stories and laughing. It was your turn to be off-duty, but all you wanted from your free time was to be with the man.
Your presence has always made Frankie’s heart rate a little faster. It’s always made his palms a little clammy, and his pants a little tighter sometimes. At least now he can attribute it to the pain.
Every time his eyes catch yours, his heart monitor gets a little louder. It’s odd, but you shrug it off. It can’t mean anything. It’s just your Frankie. After an hour or so of spending time with the guys, you run to get fast food for the three of you. While you’re away, you receive a text from Benny.
Benny Boy: you’re fucking with his head, bro
You: what?
Benny Boy: the heart rate monitor is nearly silent right now. every time frankie looks at you it spikes, don’t tell me you haven’t been noticing that
You: do you want nuggets or a burger?
You: thats ridiculous, Benny.
Benny Boy: always nuggets. but seriously, his heart rate is at like 54 right now, he’s just chilling and kind of dozed off. let’s check it when you come back.
You: be prepared for the most boring science experiment ever. also, what dip do you want?
After you receive your bulging bags of food, stuffed from both Benny’s and Frankie’s massive appetites, you return to the hospital.
You: walking in. pulse status?
Benny: 60. he’s a little more awake now.
As you enter the room, Frankie turns to you and grins. “Hey. What did you get?” He asks.
You plop the bags on the small table overhanging Frankie’s bed and grin. “Just your usual order. I know what you like,” you shrug as you unpack the food.
Beep beep beep beep. HR: 77
Smiling at the rate of Frankie’s heart, more than you should really, you sit down back next to Benny and the three of you eat your food. It’s somewhat quiet, the chatter dying as you devour the fast food, savoring the grease and salt.
After everyone is finished, you stand and clean up the garbage, tossing it all away. You sit back down on Frankie’s bedside. “So, macho man. How’s the pain?” You ask, your fingers tracing his good side.
Beep beep beep beep beep. HR: 86
He shrugs. “It hurts like a bitch, and they said it’s gonna keep hurting like a bitch.”
“Poor baby,” you chuckle, cupping the side of his face and kissing his forehead softly.
Beep beep beep beep beep beep. HR: 96
Benny groans and stands. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” He smacks your arm as he walks past, as if rubbing in the evidence he’s found. “And then take a walk, I think.”
You’re still seated at Frankie’s side, on the inflatable hospital mattress. “Oh Benjamin,” Frankie rolls his eyes. “Why’d he leave so quick?”
You shrug, though you know the answer. “Who knows? Benny can’t even predict himself,” you chuckle. Frankie’s hand rests over his chest. You slide your hand over his torso and lace your fingers through his until you’re holding it. You can feel his heart thumping steadily against it. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”
Beep beep beep beep. HR: 104
He smiles. “I’m lucky I have you.”
You sigh softly as you look up at the heart rate monitor again. “I gotta say, you have a really high resting rate,” you say nonchalantly, as if you believe it.
Frankie’s face warms. “I, uh-“
“I’m kidding, Frankie,” you mumble softly to him, smiling a little. “I really like you, and I think that monitor is helping me know you like me too. When you get out of here, can we maybe go on a date some time?”
Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep. HR: 112
Nodding enthusiastically, those floppy curls move with his head. “I would love that,” he tells you with a beaming smile. “God, have you been able to tell all day?” He asks as he looks up at the monitor, his ears burning with heat as he reads the pulse rate. It’s embarrassingly high.
“Yeah,” you finally admit and smile down at him. “But it’s cute. And it makes me feel all warm inside because I finally know you like me too.”
Big brown eyes stare up at you with all of the love in the world. “If I wasn’t wearing a hospital gown, I’d kiss you right now,” he promises. “But that’ll have to wait.”
“Yes it will,” you nod and kiss his forehead again, easing him back against the mattress he’d lifted up from slightly. “Now I’m going to go find Benny, and you slow down that heart rate,” you tease and ruffle his curls.
“I’m not gonna be able to slow it down with you around,” he says with a soft smile, his eyes slipping shut.
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keilemlucent · 3 years
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(nsfw) ✧ (dark content warnings) ✧  (minors do not interact) 
hawks | takami keigo x reader
wc: 1.7k
warnings: abuse, noncon/dubcon, yandere, vomit due to illness, delusion, reader is definitely not mentally well, brief description of injury, hawks is Not nice in this, reader has difficulty eating, 
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a/n: uhhh it’s 2am, time to post dark drabble lol!! i love like.... deep yandere stuff. when darling’s already been In It for awhile and worn down. mwah. chefs. kiss. anyways, here’s my take!
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You want to know what rain tastes like.
Is it different than water from the tap? You had asked him one day. He chuckled but didn’t give you an answer. Just an easy deflection, something unrelated to pull your mind from the outside. 
It is easier this way. 
It’s so much easier to draw the curtains in the morning. Damn the sun, damn the light— You can take vitamin D supplements and pretend you don’t mind how dark the apartment is no matter the time of day.
It’s easier to ignore the multiple locks (seven. you count them sometimes to pass the time) that are bolted into the door. The time it takes him to open them with all their tumbling gears and thundering clicks is the preamble to his comings and goings.
You know to rise from your damn-near sacred spot on the couch to greet him. You go to him with a kiss on his cheek, and to give him hug so hard, it hurts. You can’t tell if it’s from the strain of your arms around his, or the pressure of his embrace around you. You don’t particularly mind either way. It’s the reminder you need that as empty and dark as the apartment is, he’ll always return.
Always.
You lock your hands behind his back, clasped below his wings. Routinely, you bury your face in his chest while he sways you. He asks about your day, but he isn’t listening. You don’t think so, but you don’t mind. Nothing you say means much, and every day is the same. You sit on the couch and stare at the floor. The walls. The ceiling if you’re feeling more adventurous.  
You stopped watching TV alone months ago. No matter what you watched on Keigo’s big, sleek television, it was just a reminder. An awful, unavoidable reminder that the world is quite large, and you weren’t apart of it.
You couldn’t be. You were locked in place— one, two, three, four, five, six, seven — in the little apartment. Wasting away, as much as you tried not to.
...
“You need to eat, baby,” Keigo coax. He holds a deep spoonful of soup to your lips. It smells divine, like chives and cream. “Just a little. For me?”
‘For me.’
Your inability to stomach anything is his problem, just as much as it is yours. That’s just a fact.
“I don’t want to get sick again,” You squeeze your hands. There is a semblance of comfort in the action as Keigo inspects you. Searching.
It isn’t a lie. Your stomach growls and rolls, and it has been all day. Keigo has started to always leave ample leftovers in the fridge in the case you’d actually want to eat them. And you do. Sometimes, you even try! Really try. But the end result is always the same. Your head ends up dangling over the bowl of your toilet while you wretch and writhe. 
Acid stings your throat for hours. 
Despite Keigo’s... previous treatment, he seems genuinely concerned about this development. You’re hardly able to keep anything down, despite being well otherwise.
(You’re so unwell and have been for so long, he can’t begin to see it. The bruises are perpetual. The scars that you didn’t have a year ago are fixtures he can’t remember you without. The constant tremble you carry is from the drafty apartment, not from the deeply instilled fear you carry. The one he had branded (literally) onto you. Into you.)
(Fucker.)
You shake the thought off and open your mouth and accept the bite. And Keigo, bless his heart, is sweet enough to not shove the spoon to the back of your throat. He lets you suck the soup from it, quietly praising your work.
You manage to eat half the bowl before shaking your head, tummy already twisting in the worst, most familiar way.
Keigo gives you pills then. Four of them, all slightly different colors and shapes. You don’t know what they do, and you knew better than to ask (you’d gotten slapped across the face the first and only time you tried.) 
The fourth pill is new, and Keigo, graciously, tells you that it’s for the nausea. That a special doctor is helping him help you. Isn’t that wonderful?
You’re so, so lucky.
 (You hurl the next morning once the meds wear off. Your hands shake and your slam your fist into your temples. Begging. You’re not sure to who. Maybe to yourself. Your body. Crying for your wretched form to just stop hurting you. If you weren’t sick, things would be better.
Maybe, you’re begging Keigo. For help. To make it stop. To take care of you and coo that things will be fine as things are so completely not find that you can’t comprehend it. But he is the one who decides when you hurt. Shouldn’t he be able to make this stop?
Maybe you’re begging him to unlatch those — one, two, three, four, five, six— seven locks so you could dash into the world. Scream at the first person you see that beloved, pro-hero Hawks is so beyond deranged and fucked up. Maybe no civilian would believe you. But you were the evidence. You bore the slashes of his feathers. The perpetual imprint of his fingers on hips and thighs. You even had a brand on the bottom of your foot. K-E-I-G-O.
Maybe, you’re begging to whatever god you once believed in to kill you. You don’t care about the means. Be it your hand, or Keigo’s, or random chance.)
 You spew into the murky water and try to forget.
...
Keigo’s special doctor comes by. You see the two exchange hands by the door when she first arrives. A flash of bills and coins. Paid off, part of you perks up. The doctor won’t talk about Hawks’ little captive. You’re sure it’s a handsome amount, based on the neutrality of her expression as she takes you in.
To care so little about something like you is hardly a surprise.
She examines you, collects some blood and other samples. Prescribes a few more medicines that have long and complicated names that are hard to pronounce. You try to forget them. You’re happy to be quiet. Sit next to Keigo while he wraps a wing around you and rubs your back in little circles. He’s warm and good, unlike the rot in your stomach.
 Keigo praises you once she leaves, wrapping you up in him, scarlet feathers and all. Kisses your cheeks, telling you how well you did. How you didn’t falter, didn’t scream, didn’t let her touch you too much. How you were so perfect for him. You deserve a reward! 
He treats you to fresh sheets and more kisses. The kind that feels like how lovers are supposed to kiss. There isn’t too much teeth or tongue, just slow, open-mouthed pressing that makes your tummy flutter in a good way (for once.)
“Isn’t this nice?” Keigo hums against your lips. 
You nod, barely eager but not apprehensive either. Treading lightly on a carefully, self-cultivated path between wanting and revulsion. As good as it feels, you don’t want to give him. You don’t remember how.
His lips trail to your neck, to your collarbones. He pushes up your shirt and only leaves little pecks over your nipples and chest. No wounds that draw blood. No hickeys that last weeks. 
You don’t realize you start trembling until Keigo has to grip your inner thighs to still you. So, he can coo blessed, little reminders.
“This feels good, doesn’t it?”
“I always make you feel so good.”
“You deserve this, all of this,” he says before pressing his lips to your clit. You’re just wet enough for him to fuck you on his fingers. Enough that when he bullies the bundle of nerves inside you, you coat his fingers in slick and whine. Your voice breaks, over and over, and little, unwanted tears leak into your hairline.
Keigo ignores them as usual. You can be so dramatic.
And Keigo, ever gracious, let’s you shatter on his fingers. Doesn’t make you beg, just whispered hushed adorations as you come undone on his tongue. He hardly toys with you after, and instead lets you fall into the sheets. Properly spend, though not exhausted.
You still shake, but that’s okay. It’s manageable.
Keigo cleans you up with a silken cloth. He wipes between the swell of your breasts, down your navel and to your cunt. His feathers ruffle as he does his work, clearly focused. There’s no speaking during it, only watching and observing.
“Thank you.” You speak without prompting. 
Your words are dry and underused. Your lips feel chapped, and your vision is hazy in the dark of the bedroom. 
Keigo gives you a smile (full of white-hot pride), clicking his tongue, “Of course, dovey. You deserve to feel good for me. I want you to. I like you like this.”
(He carries that same sentiment that no matter your ‘post-fuck’ state. Whether you’re twitching and dumb from overstimulation. Whether you’re bawling from pain and holding your hand over a too deep, ‘accidental’ wound. Whether your expression is blank, lips ajar, and face tilted to the ceiling.)
You can only agree with him.
What other option do you have?
...
(The doctor calls the following week. Keigo speaks to her in hushed tones from his office, muffled and stern. You only catch pieces of it.
“They do not appear to be suffering from anything specific illness.” The doctor pauses. “The weakness, fatigue, shakiness, forgetfulness, and nausea all seem to be tied back to prolonged anxiety. Constant surges of adrenaline that have pushed them to this point.”
Keigo doesn’t bother asking the source.
He knows it.
(And honestly? He seems a little proud.)
 You return to settle on the couch. Ever practiced, you turn towards the door and find the locks.
One, two, three four—
That four one wouldn’t be too hard to pick, would it?
(You’d already tried months ago. It was just a chain lock, but Keigo had nearly snapped your wrist when he caught you trying to tamper with it.)
Five, six, seven—
Your stomach rolls and your hug your knees, still managing a smile when Keigo rejoins you. His wings flex, and he flashes you a golden smile. His phone is locked and in his hand, and you know he’ll ignore it for the night. He’ll wrap you in his arms and smother you with his wings.
It’s better this way, you remind yourself, turning from the locks.
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emmyrosee · 2 years
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Can we get something for our baby Henry Pearl holding your hair back/taking care of you after coming home from a wild night out FLUFFFFF
UGH A BABY🥺❤️
t/w: emetophobia!!
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Waking up in the morning in the strong arms of your lover, his warm breath splaying over your skin.
Though unsure how you got home, nor if you boyfriend is the one who got you home, all you knew was to be grateful that you were in fact home and in his arms.
Your angry stomach churns and you curl deeper on yourself, whimpering and pressing his hand to your abdomen with a needy whine. Behind you, Henry stirs, placing a soft kiss to your cheek, “how are you feeling, darlin’?” He asks softly, once again kissing your face. You can’t answer, only giving him a desperate whine to please let you go because something was wrong-
“Bucket’s next to you,” he says, already moving to grab your hair in his hand. There’s no judgement in his voice, only the sweet, soothing tone he used whenever you felt any form of distress.
Instantly, you fling your head over the side of the bed, the regrets of last night coming up to splash into the plastic trash next to you. Henry follows your movements, hands carding back the bits of hair that fell back from your face. The foul tastes from last night linger and burn your mouth, and you whimper in protest at the complete discomfort of the feeling. The taste only makes the nausea in your belly grow more, and it isn’t until Henry mumbles a sweet “I’ve got ya, babe,” you allow everything to be tossed up, from fruity maraschino cherries to french fries- when the fuck did you have fries?- and all you could do was allow your body to beat itself up and expel everything it disagreed with.
“There ya go, doll,” henry says softly, the hand not holding you hair coming up to slip under the nightshirt he had put you in and rub soothing circles in your back. “That’s it baby, let it out.”
Even in this situation, where you, quite literally, spill your guts in front of him first thing in the morning, you can’t help but be amazed with the absolute care and attention Henry gives you. Through teary eyes, you look to your nightstand and see tissues, bottles of water and pre-laid out dosages of medicine. There’s a bottle of mouthwash, and with a grateful groan, you paw for the minty fluid to swish around your mouth and help relieve the vile textures and tastes that liter your mouth. 
With the mouthwash now swishing around your mouth, you hear Henry chuckle gently behind you. You want to scowl at him, ask him what the fuck was so funny about this situation, but as you spit the froth back out of your mouth, he answers it for you. 
“I’m gonna haveta marry you one day,” he says simply, chuckling once more as you nearly fall from the bed in surprise. He lets go of your hair and offers you a shrug. “I ain’t gonna be able to trust anyone else to take care of you after girl’s night, how will I live with myself?”
And you want to roll your eyes. You want to tell him that this is not the time, you want to ignore the finally pleasant butterflies fluttering in your tummy at his words, and more than anything, you want to tell him to leave you in silence and stop babying you because you’ve “done it without him for long enough.”
But you don’t. All of those thoughts die when he opens his arms out to you for you to snuggle into, a sweet smile tugging his cheeks. And of course, you comply, burrowing in his side and shivering at the clamminess biting at your skin. 
“You won’t be able to,” you mumble back, closing your eyes in an attempt to make the room stop spinning. “Only you can take such good care of me, Mr. Pearl.”
“Don’t you forget it either, pukey,” he teases.
“Watch it.”
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