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i made this on school a few months ago

lo hice en la escuela hace unos meses

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[dancingtotuyo]

9. the fear of what's to come

Woman | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You and Joel navigate life changing news.

Tags: Joel Miller X Female Reader. Age Gap (13/14 years). HBO Characters. Mostly cannon compliant for show & game. Timeline is changed.

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, mentions of potential pregnancy complications including but not limited to miscarriage and stillbirth, single reference to a fetus being a child (not intended in a pro life way), angst, grief, complicated feelings surrounding pregnancy.

Notes: A huge thanks to my amazing beta readers and friends @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin & @janaispunk

If you have not checked out Before, I would encourage you to do so for more backstory on our dear reader!

Words: 3088

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You know three weeks after your missed period what is happening. It’s not hard to figure out. It’s just like last time. Menopause crosses your mind briefly, but the symptoms don’t line up. You’re sensitive to the same foods, nausea rolls in and out like the ocean tides throughout the day. The insatiable craving for a tomato sandwich cements it two days later. Tears run down your cheeks as you quickly finish off the sandwich and prepare another. 

You don’t get excited. You don’t make plans, and most importantly, you don’t tell Joel. You’re 45. Joel is in his late 50s. You know the statistics, the pre-end-of-the-world ones. You can’t imagine they’ve improved. 

Instead, you just hope that when it happens, nothing goes wrong. There’s no DNC, no pills to make sure everything passes properly or ensure no infection sets in. You’ve aided many women through this, many much younger than yourself. Some make it just fine, others have complications with nothing but prayer, poultices, and 20-year-old antibiotics to help. You’re not sure what actually does it when the women make it through. Some of them you've buried. Their faces flicker through your mind. You cannot be one of them. You cannot leave Carter without either of his parents in this world.  

You tell Maria. You tell her everything she needs to know. What to do step by step when it happens. Since Adam’s injury, Dr. Pooley refuses to practice anything more than simple first aid. You’re both certain it’s dementia. You spend most mornings listening to him talk through different lectures he attended. On the mornings his brain won’t cooperate, you sip tea together. He’s writing down what he remembers, but you have to fact-check it. He’s already taught you most of it anyway. 

“You have to tell Joel,” Maria says when you tell her. 

You refuse. You won’t do it. You won’t bring him into this. You have this silent agreement that you’re partners in this world, but he still lives in the house across the street with Ellie. There’s never been discussions about moving in together or anything past that. You don’t call him your boyfriend. He doesn’t call you his girlfriend. Making those commitments, those plans, it will hurt too much when the world takes him away. 

Carter calls him “Daddy.” It makes Joel smile every time. He’s accepted that commitment. It makes you smile too, but there’s still a little ache in your heart each time. Carter knows about Gabe. You tell him stories all the time. If you ask him, he says he has two daddies. One here and one in heaven. 

But you won’t tell Joel about this child. He’s lost one. He doesn’t need to lose another. 

Maria fights you on it. She looks at her son pointing out that she was 2 years older than you are now when he was born healthy. You don’t remind her she almost died, but she sees it in your eyes. You still have nightmares about that night.

You’re firm. You’re not going to tell Joel. Neither will she, and she damn sure won’t tell Tommy either. 

You wait for the cramps and the blood, but they never come. You hit the 3-month mark, your 2nd trimester at the beginning of October. You don’t cry in the bathroom. You square your shoulders. Second-trimester miscarriages happen. Stillbirths happen, but hope gathers in the depths of your soul, growing with each day. You push it away with logic and reasoning. 

Two sides of you war against each other. You can’t bring another life into this world. At one point you were okay with it. You felt safe here, and while you still do, it doesn’t feel okay anymore. The world still digs its ugly claws into this community. Yet, the hopes you used to hold in your mind, the ones you had with Gabe, and the ones you had before the outbreak still linger. In a perfect, uncomplicated world, this is what you would choose. 

You hide the sickness from Joel with relative ease. He’s often awake and out of bed before you for patrol shifts, early morning chores, or waking up with Carter so you can sleep in.

You deliver the Crosby twins a week later without complications. Melissa is only a couple of years younger than you, but at your age, you know how crucial those few years are. When you finally reach your front porch, you sit in the darkness of Wyoming and finally let the tears fall because fate seems to be telling you that this is happening, or just sending you another person to lose. The realization hits you like a freight train. Time is up. You have to tell Joel. 

You crack open the door to Carter’s bedroom. He’s sound asleep and it relieves you to know he's here. You’re less on edge when he’s close, and It means Joel picked him up from Maria and Tommy’s. It means Joel is in your bed.

Sure enough, he’s there when you creep in. He sleeps on his side curled up over your pillow. You roll your eyes. Yes, it's endearing, but it’s also a pain in the ass to get your pillow back.

The bathroom light is blinding at first, but your eyes slowly adjust as you turn on the shower and steam fills the space. Goosebumps spread across your skin as you undress, catching sight of yourself in the mirror. You’ve noticed the subtle changes in your body over these past couple of months, but they’re becoming more noticeable. Your breasts have grown, they’re so sensitive, and your sports bra pulls at the seams. Joel commented on it last week. You joked you were packing on extra weight for winter acting like it was nothing. 

Your favorite pair of jeans no longer fit. You’ve mostly stuck to leggings since. You’re starting to clock the subtle changes in your body. They’re happening faster than with your last pregnancy. The past week, you’ve shut Joel down sexually, scared he would catch on despite your sex drive skyrocketing. It’s been difficult. 

The shower washes away everything: the sweat and grime of the day, your tears, the tension in your muscles. You stand under the water until it runs cold, slipping on Joel’s worn soft t-shirt.

Your pillow is back on your side of the bed, Joel still on his side. A smile creeps onto your face. He keeps his eyes closed, but you know he’s awake. You don’t say anything as you slide into bed, but your anxiety spikes, your heart fluttering in your chest. You have to tell him. 

You’re staring at the ceiling when he breaks the silence. “What happened?” 

You suck in a breath. He thinks something went wrong tonight. He’s probably preparing to dig a grave. “Nothing, mom and babies are fine.”

“So it was twins?” 

“Yeah.” You had suspected as much, but the ultrasound machine doesn’t work, try as you might to get it operational. You hadn’t been able to find a second heartbeat with the Doppler. 

“So what’s buggin you?” His drawl is deeper, soaked with sleep. 

He scoots a little closer, hot breath tickling your ear. You can’t move. You should look him in the eye when you tell him, but you can’t. The words are at the back of your throat surging forward toward your lips. The anxiety in your chest feels like a herd of buffalo stomping across the countryside. You squeeze your eyes shut to try and stop it.

“Sweetheart?” His hand reaches toward you, eyes trained on your profile as concern laces his brow. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

His hand stops over your arm. You feel its warmth so close, and then it goes away. You dare to look at him. You expect him to get out of bed and bolt. You don’t know why. He’s only shown you otherwise the entirety of your relationship, but this is more than either of you signed up for. Instead, you watch as it sinks in. He connects the dots, all the symptoms and signs that were right in front of his face, his subconscious absorbing them, but refusing to put it all together. 

“I’m sorry,” you say.

You look back toward the ceiling, tears slipping from your eyes. 

His hand covers your abdomen, forehead pressing against your temple. He starts to feel the changes to your body for what they are. You shudder. 

“How long have you known?”

There’s not a trace of judgment or fear in his voice, but it does little to assure you. You’re scared. It doesn’t matter what Joel says or does, the fear is overwhelming. 

“Beginning of August.”

“Shit, baby.” He pulls you into him, cradling your head against his chest. “You didn’t have to carry this alone.”

“I didn’t think it would last.” After months of holding the tears back, you finally let them out, a mix of relief and fear. “I didn’t- I didn’t want you to-” 

You can’t finish it. You can’t say it out loud, but Joel knows what you’re trying to say. You didn’t want him to lose another child, and it wrecks him. His grip on you is crushing, but it soothes your shaking frame. Just as you come down, his sobs greet your ear because he’s scared too. Every single fear and anxiety that has come over you the past months, he feels too. Maria’s labor and delivery flash through his mind. If that happens to you, who’s going to save you? 

You reach up to cradle his face. He presses into your neck. Your skin is sticky and salty again, but you don’t even think about it as the man you love and can’t tell cries in your arms. You’re unable to return his soothing squeeze, but you lay there to provide any comfort you can. The two of you fall asleep tangled in each other. 

You feel Joel’s fingers dancing across your abdomen before you’re fully conscious. There’s no rhyme or reason to his movements. His other hand brushes over your temple and through your hair. Every once in a while you feel his breath and lips across your neck, up and down your arm, over your collarbone. It feels like he’s memorizing you, fear present in all of his movements even now. 

You finally open your eyes. His movements still as you look at him. There are tears in his eyes as his head falls forward, resting against yours. “I’m scared.”

“Me too.” You reach out, nails raking across his arm. 

He shudders under your touch. “I wish you told me sooner.” 

You bit your lips. “I’m sorry.” 

He lets out a deep sigh, kissing your forehead. His hand drifts to your abdomen again. You watch his eyes, so expressive filled with fear and anxiety and maybe a little bit of awe and guilt?

“I should’ve been more careful.”

You press your head to his, inhaling softly. “We.”

Joel’s fingers scrape along your jaw, his beard rough against your chin. “I like being a we.”

“Me too.”

Silence settles between the two of you. The wind knocks against the window, but it’s warm next to Joel. His arm snakes around you, tugging you closer to him. 

“I suppose you’ve told Maria?”

You can’t hide the guilty smile on your lips. “If it makes a difference, she told me I needed to tell you right away. Pretty sure she was gonna tell you herself if I didn’t do it soon.” You mess with the collar of his shirt. 

“How long do we have?”

“Figure it’ll be May. If we get that far.” You say. Joel nods and something clenches around your heart, a need to protect him, warn him of the danger. “You know there’s a lot of risks. No guarantee…” 

“One day at a time.” He kisses your cheek but you see all the fear he’s pushing away plastered to his face like a movie poster. 

Joel asks you how you are, but other than that, you don’t talk about it. You feel like a weight has lifted off your shoulders but there’s an anvil hanging above your head, waiting to drop at a moment’s notice. 

You’ve outgrown your last pair of jeans. When you manage to trade with someone, they give you a look, like they know what’s going on inside your body. 

You take more naps, sometimes at the clinic, sometimes on the couch. You’re constantly tired. Maria brings dinner to the house every few days. She never asked, but you don’t complain. 

One evening you open your eyes to find Ellie staring down at you, worry etched in her features. It startles you at first. 

“You’ve been sleeping a lot lately,” She says. 

“You’ve noticed?” You pull yourself into a seated position. It feels like someone shoved a bunch of cotton into your mouth. You reach for the now room-temperature water on your end table. 

“You only take naps when you’re sick or depressed.” You raise an eyebrow at her. She crosses her arms as if to say she knows you’re neither right now. “What’s going on?”

You finish off the water. Despite its temperature, it helps. “I’m fine.” You reach out, placing a hand on her shoulder, but it does nothing. At 17 years old, Ellie is turning into a woman before your very eyes. At times, you’re convinced any semblance of childhood has been replaced with adulthood, but there are other times you still see the slivers of the girl you met two and a half years ago. Right now, she’s the one sitting in front of you.  

“Bullshit. What’s going on? You and Joel have been acting weird.”

Had things really been that different in the past couple of weeks? You open your mouth to speak, unsure of what to say. You and Joel hadn’t talked about telling anyone, which seemed silly. You can’t hide this forever. 

The door opens and Carter bursts in with Joel on his heels. A smile instantly finds your lips. 

“Mommy! Look!” He holds up a package of seemingly new Crayola crayons. 

Your eyes widen with exaggeration. “Wow, buddy. That’s awesome.”

“John Lacy found a bunch of them on patrol. They handed them out today,” Joel smiles. “Grabbed you some colored pencils.” He hands a set of non-crayola pencils to Ellie.

“Thanks.” She smiles but is still distracted by her worry over you. 

Carter crawls up beside you, eagerly pulling out the surprisingly intact crayons one by one. Joel leans over to kiss your cheek and tousles Ellie’s hair. She makes a face of displeasure but doesn’t fight him on it.

“You two look like you were talkin about somethin serious.”

“I was trying to figure out why the two of you have been acting weird,” Ellie says. 

Joel’s drops to unreadable. He looks at you and you shrug in response. “We have to tell them eventually.”

Worry makes its home on Ellie’s face. “So something is wrong with you.with you.”

“Nothing is wrong with me.” You sigh deeply. You run your fingers over Carter’s head, kissing it. 

“You’re sure acting like there is,” She says impatiently.

“Ellie,” Joel reprimands, traces of his asshole voice laced into it. 

Ellie bites her lip. It looks like she might be fighting off tears as she looks directly at you. “I��m worried about you.”

You force a smile, leaning forward. Your forearms rest on your knees. One would think it would get easier to say each time. Instead, it’s like picking at a scab that’s not healed. You’re forcing yourself to say something, your brain isn’t ready to accept. “I’m pregnant.”

Ellie sits up straighter, her eyes widen with shock. “Oh wow…”

You wonder if the pictures fill her mind too. She saw Maria the night Elias was born. She saw the blood that covered you. Joel’s fingers brush over your shoulder, squeezing it lightly before they run over the back of your neck. You lean against him. “I’m sorry we worried you. We’re still getting used to the idea,” You say. 

She nods and then her arms around your neck. She basically knocks you backward with the force of it. “I’m glad you’re not dying.”

You squeeze her tightly, a faint lilt of humor in your voice. “Me too.”

Then her voice drops to a whisper right at your ear. “You’ll be okay. I know you will.”  

Your head rests on Joel’s bare chest that night. The full moon sends light drifting through your window, casting the room in a cool glow. You play absentmindedly with the hair on his chest. His heart beats under your ear. The room is otherwise silent. 

“I told Tommy today.” 

You nod. 

“He wanted to know why I was so quiet. Told him I was always quiet.”

That pulls a smile across your lips. “Surprised he shut up long enough to notice.”

Joel chuckles. His arm around you tightens. His lips find your forehead. “I know we’re not ready to think too much about it.”

“Don’t think it’s something we can really ignore.” You nuzzle further into him. 

“Baby steps.” He kisses your nose this time.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Baby steps? Really?” You flip onto your stomach while you still can.

He chuckles. “Poor word choice.”

You kiss his bicep and then his shoulder. He looks at you like your entire world and your stomach erupts in butterflies and twists in knots all at the same time. You still won’t let him say it, but you feel it every time he looks at you like that. 

You rest your chin on his shoulder. “What are these steps you had in mind?”

His thumb traces over your jaw and cheek. “Don’t bolt on me, okay?”

“I think it’s a little late for that.”

He chuckles and then inhales deeply. “I think we should probably share a house. I figured you’d prefer to stay here, but it’s up to you.” He searches your eyes for any signs of panic or signs that you might shut down but finds nothing. In fact, you’re so calm that it’s hard to read. 

“It would be nice to have you officially living here,” you say. It feels right to say, to think about. “And Ellie if she wants.” 

“That was easier than I’d thought it would be.”

“You pretty much live here as is.” You turn on your side, nuzzling back into him. “I’ll miss your fireplace though.”

Joel smiles. “Guess I'll just have to keep you warm instead.” 

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[dark9896]

What if.....[Klaus x Reader]

This cathartic little fic was requested by anonymous 👶

Klaus hadn't hesitated to tell you that he wanted children. That had been the name of that game you'd asked to play, and Klaus thought it was perfectly fine to have told you this. But coming home and seeing you so absorbed in your reading, you hadn't even bumped when he closed the door. Sure, he did so gently, but you were usually more perceptive than this.

"[Name]?" Klaus tried to peek at what you were reading that had your attention, "What are you reading?"

You finally jumped at how close Klaus's voice was, "Oh, uh....just a medical thing...."

You trailed off suddenly and attempted to hide the book. Letting Klaus know that you were worried about something would only make him worry more. It was a vicious cycle.

Unfortunately, you were dealing a professional worry-wart, "What is the problem?" Klaus had immediately sat next to you, tempted to pry the book from you despite it being the rudest thing he could do at the moment, "Liebling, you needn't hide things from me. If there's something going on, a medical emergency especially. You can always come to me."

"It....its not an immediate thing....." You did lean against Klaus's shoulder, "I'm just.......after what you said last night......I....well, things can happen during pregnancy and I'm worried about that......"

Klaus blinked, had his simple truth really affected you this badly? His mind twisted with guilt and unease.

"Geliebte, I didn't mean to upset you." Klaus slowly snaked an arm around your waist, "I would never force anything upon you, especially anything this life altering. I apologize."

"I just......it would be......so much could go wrong." You scotted closer, taking comfort in Klaus's warmth, "I always knew about stuff like morning sickness and the usual pains of carrying a child. It kinda scared me, but looking more into it......so much worse can go wrong. Not just miscarriage and still birth, but the fetus can stick in the wrong place."

Klaus raised a hand over your mouth, "Please, Liebling, don't stress yourself over it. We can always go to Dr. Estevez if something happens. Though, if you think it best to talk through this, then I'll listen. You know I'll always be here when you need me."

You picked up the book from your side, setting it in Klaus's lap, "I actually asked Dr. Estevez for a book on the subject. This is what she suggested to start with. But I found an article online that had a little intro into different stuff that is worse than what's in here."

Klaus looked at the book, "And how do you personally feel about this? Other than worried and scared?"

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #klaus von reinherz #ask

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Get Some - Tierna Davidson x Reader

Prompt: So I’ve got an idea for Tierna x Reader where they’ve just started dating after quarantined together in Chicago but haven’t told the team yet because they don’t want to mess up the dynamics right before the Olympics. Nobody really suspects anything bc they are both pretty tame at camps, and bc reader has severe baby face the team is always teasing her about being an innocent little fetus forgetting she is actually like 24. So when R shows up to Orlando camp in a bulky hoodie they think nothing of it assuming it’s from Chicago weather until they notice she refuses to take it off and keeps adjusting the hood to keep part of her neck covered. They let her be thinking maybe she’s just cold until she shows up ready for practice with her winter mock neck on under her practice jersey the next day. After they force her to take it off bc it’s 80° out they discover the hickeys she was trying to hide, along with the scratches on her back and freak out bc someone is “defileing the fetus” and grill her trying to figure out who it is while Tierna is just smirking to herself by her locker.

TL/DR: Tierna x Reader trying and failing to hide r’s “love marks” featuring Proud!Tierna and BabyFace!Reader

Note - this awesome human, pretty much wrote this me. 

“Cold munchkin?” Alex teased the forward as she sat next to her in the team meeting. Her hood up, sweater strings tied.

“Not all of us live in constant heat and humidity Morgan. I bet you’re jealous of my lack of tan too,” Y/N winked back, tugging the sweater tighter around her neck.

Tierna grinned behind them, struggling to stifle her laughter.

“Of course she’s jealous! Who wouldn’t want to look like this?” Rose slid in on the other side of Y/N.

“Yea Alex, pale is the new tan,” Sonnett squeezed Alex’s traps from behind as she sat down next to Tierna.

Alex rolled her eyes at unexpected turn.

Vlatko called attention to the rest of the room, starting the meeting for the start of camp.

Tierna kicked the back of Y/N chair while she continued to try and hide her grin from everyone around her. Lindsey giving her a strange look.

At the end of the meeting, everyone made their way to the banquet room for supper, still all separated until everyone’s test results came in.  

“Hey kiddo, you need someone to cut up your food at supper?” Kelley teased, nudging the forward as she made her way to her own seat.

“Ha ha,” Y/N fake laughed, rolling her eyes, “because I’m not old enough to have my knife.”

“You got it,” Kelley winked, shooting her air guns across the table.

After that conversation flowed easily, the players all talking to each other from a distance, making the room busy and loud; everyone eager to catch up.

After supper, Y/N and Tierna attempted to stall, hoping to steal a brief moment together before they all had to spend the night alone in their rooms.

“We should just tell them we had been quarantined in Chicago together, then we could be together,” Tierna tugged on Y/N’s sleeve, swinging both their arms back and forth.

“You need T to walk you to your room, so you don’t get lost?” Ali teased as she walked by.

“Where the hell does everyone keep coming from,” Tierna grumbled quietly, while Y/N rolled her eyes for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

“I’m not a child!” Y/N stomped her foot.

“Great argument kiddo,” Pinoe held a thumbs up as she walked past to the elevator.  

“I can find my own room!” Y/N called after her, starting to walk away, only to feel another firm pull on her sleeve. She glanced down to see Tierna still holding on, looking up to see the smirk on her girlfriends face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to tuck our kid into bed.” Tierna started to pull Y/N towards the stairs by her sleeve.

Once out of site of the rest of the team, Tierna pinned Y/N against the wall, untieing the strings to her hood. Nosing it out of her way, Tierna started kiss along her jaw line, placing a firm bite to her ear.

“I am addicted to you,” Tierna pulled the collar out of the way, moving her lips to Y/N’s collar bone, scrapping her teeth on it, then soothing it with a gentle kiss.

“Fuck T,” Y/N tilted her head back, giving Tierna more room to kiss. Her hand gripping the back of Tierna’s neck, other sliding under her shirt, scrapping her nails across her ribs.

Tierna sucked harshly Y/N throat, pulling back to see the result, a deep red mark already beginning to turn purple. “You’re going to need to ask the staff for a neck warmer tomorrow,” she whispered into Y/N’s throat, scrapping her teeth across the bruise.

Y/N pulled her hand out from Tierna’s shirt, placing her palms on her chest, debating if she should push her away. She loved what was happening, but knew they needed to stop before things got carried away, or Tierna left any more marks.

“Fuck T,” Y/N groaned out, beginning to push the defender away, “we aren’t in quarantine anymore, people can actually see us now, more importantly, our team can see now.”

“Hmm that would be unfortunate if someone saw these,” Tierna smirked as she leaned back in, attempting to place more kisses along Y/N’s neck. Only for Y/N to push more firmly against her chest.

“You’re killing me babe,” Y/N bit her lip, trying to hold back her smile. Tierna looking completely unashamed, bit the air in front of Y/N, beginning to slide her hands up the front of Y/N’s shirt, digging her thumbs into her hips. Y/N moaned at the pressure, hips pressing out for more contact.

With a brief kiss to Y/N’s lips, Tierna pulled away completely, taking three large steps back and holding her hand out.

“Come on, I promised to make sure you make it to bed safe,” she winked, wiggling her fingers to encourage Y/N to grab.

“I hate you,” Y/N said gruffly, stepping forward to take Tierna’s hand.

“No you don’t,” she sung back, swinging their arms back and forth as they began walking up the stairs.

“I do a little bit,” she mumbled, looking away from the brunette, knowing her faux seriousness would crack as soon as she saw the large smile her girlfriend had on.

“Nope!” Tierna accentuated the ‘p’ at the end, swinging their arms higher, finally earning a giggle from her girlfriend. Her ability to go from pinning Y/N to the wall and leaving hickeys across her neck to innocent and childlike was incredible.

Y/N finally gave in completely and burst out laughing as they climbed the stairs, pushing her shoulders into the taller soccer player. The two gently wrestling the rest of the way up the stairs, separating as they made it to their floor.

Tierna walked Y/N to her door, making a show of it, “I’m just down the hall if you have any bad dreams,” she ruffled her hair and began to walk away. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

Several loud laughs could be heard from the doors that still remained open.

The next morning players prepared for practice on the side lines, tugging on cleats and debating on long sleeves or short sleeves, Y/N tugged her neck warmer on, tugging it all the way up to her ears.

“Yo, Chicago, shouldn’t you be used to the cold?” Kristie teased as they made their on the turf to warm up.

“Rude! I’m delicate!”

“Yea Kris be nice to the little kid,” Alex came from behind, rubbing her hands up and down Y/N’s biceps. “you cold? Do you need a sweater? Gloves?”

Y/N pulled out of Alex’s hands, rolling her eyes, “I’m fine, just a little chilly this morning.”

Everyone left it for the rest of the morning training.

Y/N was not as lucky that afternoon. Everyone offering warmer items of clothing when they saw her wearing the neck warmer again in the afternoon.

“Are you sick?” Christen reached up, attempting to feel Y/N’s forehead. Y/N was quick to duck out of the way, swatting Christens hand.

“Seriously guys, I’m fine, just not adjusting well to the climate change or something,” Y/N tried to avoid glaring at Tierna, knowing the defender would a smirk on her face throughout it all.

“Are you sure Y/N/N? Should we get the trainers?” know Tierna decided to join in the conversation. Y/N looked sharply at her girlfriend, clenching her jaw, she was the reason for the interrogation.

“I’m fine,” Y/N snarked to the group, “It’s a neck warmer, just drop it.”

“It is way to humid put here right now for you to be chilled,” Ali came over, rubbing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, sensing the forwards discomfort at being put on the spot. But also concerned for the younger woman, no one should be chilled in the mid-afternoon Florida heat.

The entire practice everyone kept an eye on the younger soccer player. As the intensity of the practice increased, Y/N continued to tug at the neck warmer she was wearing. The hair at the base of her skull soaked with sweat, the collar of shirt drenched the entire away around, face flushed as she heated up.

At the end of practice, Y/N attempted to pull her hoodie over head after she had pulled the neck warm off. Unfortunately, she was not quick enough her movements, the hem getting caught on her sweaty, tangled bun.

“What in the actual fuck happened to your neck?” Pinoe explained, stopping Y/N from pulling the sweater on, gaining the attention of the rest of the team.

Kelley quickly bounded over, pulling the collar of her practice shirt out of the way. The rest of the team now all looking on.

“What happened to your neck?” Alex came over as well, thumb and forefinger holding Y/N’s chin, moving her head around, inspecting the now very prominent hickeys spread across the neck, collar bone, and upper chest.

A loud cat call whistle was heard from behind and “Oh damn” thrown from someone else, follow up with “get some!”

“No! Don’t get anything!” Christen shot the group of young players a hard look, eyes sharp when she looked back to Y/N, “who did this to you?”

“What? This?” Y/N motioned to her neck, “I, uhh, got a tour of the aquarium. They let me hold one of the octopuses.” She finished with a firm nod, satisfied with her answer, smiling to herself.

Tierna remained on the bench a few feet away, coughing to cover her sudden laugh at the terrible story.

“Bullshit!” Alex challenged, still holding Y/N chin firmly. Y/N attempted to pull away, Alex adjusted her grip, palming her jaw.

“Who did this to you?” Christen asked again.

“You’re like 12! No one should be doing this to you!”

“I’m 24,” Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to pull away, only to be pulled back in.

“You are far too young to young to have hickeys!”

“I’ve had sex before.”

“No! you are not old enough to have sex!”

By now, Tierna was leaning back on the bench, watching as all the older players harassed her girlfriend, all unaware she was the cause of the marks on the young forward. She spread her arms on the back of the bench, leg casually crossed over the other, smug smile.

“Welp,” she popped the ‘p’, “I’ve kissed people, given hickeys, been hickied,” she motioned to her neck again, “and even had sex. Really good, mind blowing sex.” With a wink, Alex finally let her step out of her grip.

“Eww! No!”

“Y/N! Enough, tell us who did this to you? We obviously need to talk to them if they are doing things like this to you.”

“Guys, quit being so dramatic,” Y/N rolled her eyes, attempting to take another step away from the over protective players.

“No no no, come back here,” Tobin stepped forward now. “That ones fresh!” she copied Alex’s motion earlier, gripping her jaw and tilting it up to the expose the fresh hickey on the side.

This caused them all to step closer and inspect the hickey for themselves. Tierna uncrossed her legs, sitting up a little straighter, smile slipping slightly.

“That means its someone at camp!” Kristie called from behind all the veterans.

Y/N eyes went wide, smile fully dropping from Tierna’s face. The overprotective players all looking around, scanning each player, trying to determine who it could be.

“Is it a player? Staff? Coach?” Alex looked firmly at the younger forward.

“Gonna go save your girl?” Alyssa slid onto the bench next to Tierna on the bench, smirking at her.

“What?” Tierna whispered, shocked, eyes darting quickly to the keeper.

“Well,” Alyssa started slowly, “most of those are old, so they happened in Chicago, and you, me, and Y/N/N were the only ones there together. And there’s a fresh one since we got here. And since I didn’t do it, that only leaves you.” She firmly poked Tierna in the chest.

Tierna opened and closed her mouth. “Umm, uhh, fuck.”

“I won’t tell, but you might want to go save her over there. You know none of them are going to drop it until they figure it out,” Alyssa shrugged, “besides it’s your fault really. You are the one that put those one there.”  

Tierna continued to open and close her mouth, then watched as the veterans continued to ask Y/N who It was and beginning to call out several of the younger players who were all enjoying the small interrogation.

“Fuck,” Tierna sighed out, she slapped her thighs and pushed herself to stand. “Kell, Stanford should take your degree away.”

Kelley whipped around to glare at Tierna as she walked toward the group, “what are you talking about?”

“You’re really not very observant,” Tierna smirked at her, “I’m going to let you guys think on this a little more, Y/N/N and I are going to head back to the hotel for supper.”

Y/N smirked and skipped toward the defender.

Everyone watched them walk away, mouth open, eyebrows creased.

“Wait,” Lindsey perked up, smile growing as she figured it out, “weren’t they both in Chicago together?”

That brought all eyes over to the midfielder.

“Yes!” Kelley pointed at her, “they did! Baby T defiled baby Y/N!”

“Shit, I thought we would get further away,” Tierna tugged Y/N’s hand encouraging them to run towards an available van.

“We aren’t done with this!” Alex yelled after them.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #tierna davidson x reader #tierna davidson imagine #tierna davidson imagines

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 9

Fun fact: when I was like eight I got an ultrasound done on my chest because of some non-descript heart anomaly. Got to miss a day of school and everything. 

Anyway, on the day of cult girl’s twenty week anatomy scan, Hannibal has second thoughts about putting the baby up for adoption.

@wisesandwichshark

Trigger warnings: pregnancy and lactation, medical examination

It was a small victory, but a much-needed one.

You kept in close touch with Max and Archie over the next few, crucial weeks. Before you knew it, your first trimester ended. You tried your best to push all worries about your rapidly changing body aside, in favor of your studies. To a point, it worked. You cranked out a few research papers and kept up on your reading, but not as efficiently as you may have wanted. Your body was operating at 100% all the time and you felt like an overheated laptop with the fan running at top speed.

The morning of your twenty-week checkup arrived far quicker than you hoped. You were noticeably pregnant, having put on a good ten extra pounds to support your passenger.

Your phone alarm sounded, telling you to greet the day. You'd been in and out of an uncomfortable state of half-consciousness all night.

"Good morning, my goddess." Hannibal cooed in his admittedly very sexy morning voice. He turned on his side and faced you.

Seeing him with bedhead was definitely the best part of waking up. But the delight quickly faded when you tried to turn on your side and realized you couldn't. You plopped back onto your back, seriously considering if any amount of money was worth this.

"Don't patronize me." You pouted, folding your arms.

"Patronize you?" He chuckled, pulling you into him. "Now why on earth would I do that?"

He cupped your head in his hand and stroked your cheek. "The most divine woman in the world is carrying my baby."

Before you could say anything, he brought his lips to yours. His other hand ran down your body, tracing the outline of your firm, round belly.

"And what an honor-" He whispered, weaving his fingers through your hair. "To have Venus herself descend from Olympia to carry my child."

You didn't want to unpack what he was saying. All you knew was you liked it. Your aches seemed to melt away under his touch and your worries dissipated with every word.

"My breasts are so swollen and heavy." You complained. "And they ache so much."

"Is that so?" Hannibal smiled hungrily and propped himself up on his elbows above you. "Well, what is to be done about that, Mrs. Lecter?"

You unbuttoned your pajama shirt, revealing your significantly larger breasts. You blushed and instinctively covered yourself.

Hannibal chuckled and effortlessly pulled your hands off your chest. He lowered his face to where your neck meets your shoulder and took a deep breath in. A pair of warm, gentle hands cupped your breasts.

"You're starting to produce." He observed, a little smile creeping on his face.

Before you could really register what he meant by that, his thumb began to stimulate your swollen nipple. A small drop of milk leaked out, dampening his finger. All you could do was turn red and whimper in embarrassment.

He brought his finger to his lips and tasted it.

"It's a bit thin, but my goodness, it's sweet." He said, as nonchalantly as if he were sampling ice cream.

"Only the best for our baby." You said.

That caught him off guard in the best way. Whether you were playing along or feeling genuinely maternal, he didn't care. He wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to gratify his crippling desire to feel like a father.

"Fuck, [F/N]." He cursed, looking at your protruding belly with awe. Not awe, but worship.

He cleared his throat, chasing away any strong emotions he may have let reveal themselves. "Never mind. Let's get ready to go to the doctor."

You swung your legs over the bed. "What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing, my darling." Hannibal said, lying professionally. "Everything is wonderful."

You push yourself to your feet and follow him into the bathroom. "Hannibal, please."

He turned around and leaned against the sink. "It's nothing that concerns you, love. Don't worry about it."

You folded your arms. "You don’t need to be a doctoral candidate to recognize deflection."

"So you don't." Hannibal said. "Darling, please understand that I have your best interests at heart. Even if it is at the expense of my desires."

"I see what this is." You nodded. "You want to keep the baby, don't you?"

"I didn't know how much I wanted a child until now." He admitted.

"But you know the emotional and physical toll it'll take on me." You finished.

"I don't know, actually." He corrected, face contorting with frustration. "Thus the basis of my hesitation. There are so many facets of life that can be molded to one's liking, but parenting-"

"I get it." You sighed. "So many things could go wrong, or right, and either way it would throw me off track."

"If I could relieve you of all of the burden of parenting this child, allowing you to step away and finish your schooling unfettered with domestic duties, I would." He said. "But if we're being honest, it's not like you would let me."

"Ruth Bader Ginsburg studied law at Harvard while taking care of a baby." You offered. "And her sick husband."

"I have no doubts in my mind that it is possible, nor that you're capable, darling." He assured you. "But I would never forgive myself if I let you burn yourself out before you even get a chance to take off."

"Okay, look." You took a deep breath. "Let's see what the obstetrician says, assess the risks, weigh the pros and cons and talk to Max and Archie. We will figure this out."

You were counting on the assumption that going for your twenty-week checkup would scare you out of any desires to keep the baby. They often did. The more time you spent with an ultrasound wand in your vagina, the more you became convinced that you'd become implanted with an alien parasite determined to destroy you from the inside.

"Good morning, Dr. And Mrs. Lecter." The obstetrician greeted you as she always did. You hadn't bothered to correct her to save yourself an awkward conversation. "Here for our twenty-week ultrasound, are we?"

"No, I'm here for the taco truck in the parking lot." You said, half-jokingly. The other half was thinking about tacos. "I just thought I'd lay down on this surgical table for fun."

"Good to see you're still hanging on to your sense of humor, [F/N]." She smirked. "Should we take a look under the hood?"

You fought the overwhelming urge to smack your belly like a car salesmen and say "this bad boy can fit so many fetuses in it". But given that there was only one fetus, that would be inaccurate.

The doctor emptied a tube of extra-freezing gel onto your stomach and readied the ultrasound wand. "Have you been feeling any kicks, Mrs. Lecter?"

You shrugged. "Maybe? I wouldn't know what that would feel like so I don't know."

She smiled warmly. "Trust me, you'll know. But don't worry about it. First pregnancies tend to take their time. When you have your next children, it will happen much faster."

"I think you mean," Hannibal said, voice hardening. "If she decides to have more children. Let's not be presumptuous."

The doctor noticed her mistake. "My apologies, Mrs. Lecter. I didn't mean to assume."

You kept your eyes on Hannibal, too afraid to look at the screen as the doctor searched around for a clear image. 

“Oh my goodness, here it is!” She exclaimed with an ear-to-ear grin. 

It took you a minute to make out exactly what she was pointing to. It looked more like a fucked-up Rorschach test than anything resembling a person. You didn't want to say it out loud, but she sensed your confusion.

"This big round part is the head." She said, pointing to the opposite end of the screen. "There's its spine, and there are its little hands and feet."

It hit you all at once. There was a person growing inside of you. And it had limbs, bones and a brain. You finally had the answer to the question "how did something come from nothing". It was right there in front of you.

"Wow." You said, dumbfounded. "My body made that?"

"Amazing, isn't it?" The doctor smiled, clearly still as enamored with her job as she was on day one.

"And it made that without my brain even thinking about it." You continued, trying not to go into a ramble. "That's actually pretty insane."

"I told you that you're a goddess." Hannibal whispered into your ear. "My divine feminine."

"Would you like to know the sex?" She asked. 

“Sure.” You said, without really thinking about it. You looked back at Hannibal, who seemed pretty indifferent too. 

“Congratulations, you’re having a girl.” 

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[maxineswritingcenter]

You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 25

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2005

It was the semi-finales for girl’s lacrosse. Miraculously, I was made captain as a freshman. Which meant, for some reason, people were offended and thought that I should be picked on more. Fact of the matter is that lacrosse is a game of strategy. Together; with the help of my teammates, we would play to win. Being captain wasn’t a choice, Finstock made me captain and the role was a big shoe to fill. But here we are, semi-finales.

As we made our way out to the play, I looked at the stands. Mom, Dad, Uncle Noah, Stiles, Scott on one end. Laura and Derek on the other side. 

There were fifteen minutes left in the game, the score was tied. We needed to make one more goal to win and get to the finales. For this next play, I was face to face with the other team captain, waiting for the pearl to be thrown. 

“You don’t deserve to be captain.” The girl glared, her eyes looked like they wanted to melt through my helmet and into my brain. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me. I worked my ass off for four years to be captain. What makes you so special?” 

I blinked at her, a little confused as to where this hostility was coming from, “I’m just playing a game.” 

“A real captain knows the lacrosse is more than a game.” She smirked, “When we win this, I’m getting a scholarship to So Cal, so why don’t you just do what freshman do best and lose.” On one hand I felt bad for her. She probably had parents that pushed and pushed for her to be the best. And I also felt bad because I knew we were gonna win.

The ref blew the whistle starting play. And everything was going according to plan. That was until I was passed the pearl. I ran with it, tossing it to another player. Meaning that it was completely unnecessary for me to be tackled and would be considered aggressive. But that didn’t stop the other captain from using her entire body to slam me into the ground. One minute I was standing and the next I had was on the ground. My chest felt tight, like I was straining to breathe. When I opened my eyes, I saw her face over mine, smirking down at me. 

“HEY!” I heard Finstock’s booming voice, “Ref! Aren’t you gonna call that?!” No whistle, either the ref hadn’t seen it or he was allowing it. But Derek wasn’t allowing it. I heard multiple shouts and then watched the player who stood above me get shoved away, Derek replaced her. He knelt down, placing a hand on my shoulder. 

“Derek, what are you doing?” I groaned. 

“Can you get up?” He asked, trying to help me sit up. I hissed at the movement. 

Derek turned back to the bench, “Get a medic!” And only then did the whistle blow. The girl had given plenty of excuses, but they still gave her team a three minute penalty that made them lose the game. Looks like I had been right. 

I was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with a concussion but I would be fine just in time for the finales. The whole time in the waiting room, in the room itself, and even when we got home, Derek had been right beside me, holding my hand.

- 

I had grown to hate hospitals and everything about them since the last time I had been to one I had been stabbed. The gowns with the open backs that were way too open to the public. That smell that was a cross between cleaner and the latex and rubber of gloves. The beds that were as hard as a rock and were covered in paper that would crinkle and make noise even if you weren't moving. That apprehensiveness that would build up in your stomach every time you heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

Thankfully, I didn't have to go through any of that. Since I was a pregnant werewolf, going to the hospital in Beacon Hills was a definite no-no, so the next best option is Dr. Deaton, a veterinarian and a makeshift supernatural doctor. Not to mention a full blown druid in this day and age. But from what I've learned in the past couple years, old magic was very much alive. 

I was sitting on the metal table used for the animals, swinging my legs back and forth, waiting for Deaton to come back from getting my medical records emailed to him by Melissa. He could have gotten them himself, he just figured it would be less illegal if he got them from a nurse. 

Thoughts were racing through my head for no rhyme or reason. Since I became a werewolf, every scar or scratch on my body had become only a memory. My stab wound, the acid burns on my legs, the cuts on my face from being tortured all those months ago which really felt more like a lifetime. It had been a different life, a life fabricated through magic and spells. A life that almost didn't feel like mine anymore.

"Sorry, for the wait, (Y/N)." Deaton walked into the room, his eyes scanning over the stack of papers in his hands.

"You're alright, Doc." I smiled, leaning back on my hands, "So how am I looking?"

“Very pregnant.”

"Nothing gets past you, huh?” I smirked. To be fair, I was approaching the three and a half month mark. Deaton smiled, taking my vitals and a vial of blood. 

“So I’ve been made aware that Mr. Hale is the father.” He said, pressing a cotton ball to my skin after removing the needle, “How's that going?"

“About as well as you can imagine.” 

“So not at all?” He asked. I nodded, shrugging my shoulders. 

"Everything looks normal," He smiled as he wrote everything down on his clipboard, "Just need to get a look at the little guy." He looked up, "You said it was a boy, right?" He asked, moving over to get the sonographer that I’m sure had never been used on a human before.

“Unless the baby’s sprouting a third arm. That'd be cool." I smiled, “But yeah, that’s what the ultrasound tech in Scotland said.”

He chuckled and shook his head, "Alright, lay back and lift your shirt up." I laid back on the table, lifting my shirt up. The jelly he put on my stomach was cold and reminded me of the goo that had encased Jackson when he was a lizard person. He moved the sensor over my stomach and looked into the monitor. Ultrasounds were usually a little hard to see anyway, just like a fancy warschak paintings. And the fetus? Kinda like a funky jellybean.

“There we are.” He grinned, “Little werewolf.”

Craning my neck, I looked up at him, "You can tell he's a werewolf?"

"No.” He took the monitor off, handing me a paper towel so I could wipe off my stomach, “But odds are since his parents are both werewolves, it would make sense that the child would be also. However, you had the dormant gene, maybe your child will too." He turned off the sonographer.

“Have any names picked out?”

"I have a few... I liked Jacob, which Derek hated because it was too ‘Twilight’. Then there's one other but I don't know about it." The name that Derek loved more than anything for some reason, "Nicholas." And damn was it good. 

"What about Nicholas Jacob? Just use both of them." 

"Or I could name him after Stiles" I smirked to myself, "Mieczyslaw Nicholas.”

"Maybe that would be a little too much."

“Stiles is a little too much.” I smiled to myself

-

"So Nicholas?" Sheriff looked at me from across the table, a cup of coffee in his hand. I hummed and nodded, sipping my hot cocoa.

"Nicholas?” He asked again.

"Mieczyslaw?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

He raised his eyebrows, "It was his mother's father's name." 

“I remember Grandpa Mitch, trust me." I smiled, holding my mug in both hands, “I was thinking maybe Nicholas Noah.” I avoided looking in his eyes. Emotional talks were never really his strong suit, especially after Aunt Claudia. I wanted to honor him somehow.

He smiled, blinking a few times, “Sounds pretty good to me.” After a moment he asked: "What are you going to do now?"

I finished my drink and stood up to put it in the sink, "My plan, right now at least, is that I'm going to stay here to have the baby... Then...” I washed out the mug, “Then I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to go back to Scotland or stay here." He stood up as well and pulled me into his arms for a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around him, blinking my own tears away. 

Uncle Noah stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head, "Whatever your decision, I'll be there for you. Whenever you need me. I'll always, always be there for you." 

-

My pajamas had taken a turn for the worst. No more t-shirts and shorts, it’s moo moos and nightgowns from now on. I pulled my night gown over my head, smoothing out the skirt. Did I look like I had raided a grandmother’s closet? Absolutely. I looked down at my stomach, rubbing my hand over my bump.

"Are you a little alien?" I smiled after a moment, listening deeply to his little heartbeat, “Nice.” I glanced over at my desk, then pulled back my blankets to get into bed. I stopped, my head snapping back towards the window where there were red eyes staring back at me. 

 Now, if this was two years ago I would be losing my mind over the fact that there were red eyes staring at me. But since I've gone through emotional Hell, I was feeling rather annoyed by some alpha that just thought they could mosey around my house, around my window, and around my goddamn personal space. I stalked over to the window and slammed it open. 

"Listen, pal, you have about five seconds to get out my yard or I swear by all that is damnable, I will put you through so much pain that your great-grandchildren will be sore."

The eyes came closer, revealing a familiar crooked jaw, "Nice to see you too." 

"You could have just come through the front door, ya know? If Stiles can make a spare key to your house, then he can make you one for his." Scott only looked at me seriously. It was like the kid from three months ago was gone and all there was left was a battle hardened man. 

"Can I please come in?" I stepped away from the window, watching him crawl inside and stand up.

"I've been great, Scott, I've only been in Scotland for months, crying and wondering why none of my friends or family were contacting me. How have you been?" Was it petty? Absolutely, but the hormones were raging. Even if Derek told everyone to stop talking to me, what hold did he have over anyone when Scott was around?

"I'm sorry about that, I really am. But I came to-"

I cut him off, after finally connecting, "Who did you kill?"

“What?”

"To become an alpha, who did you take it from?" 

"I didn't kill anyone!” He said in an exasperated voice, “Why does everyone ask that? Not killing people has been my thing since Peter bit me." He ran his hand through his shorter hair, it suit him.

It then dawned on me. The one thing that had little to no documentation of. Even the Lunar Circle had just the basics. It was the stuff of legend, a hear say. I didn't think it was possible. 

"A true alpha." He stared at me for a second and blinked a couple times.

"You're a true alpha." I grinned, "Oh my god, Scott, this is unbelievable." I grabbed his shoulders and gave them a slight squeeze, "Tell me everything. I wanna know how it happened and what situation you were in. How were you feeling? Were you hurt? Was your body under so much stress that it just happened?”

Scott grabbed my hands and placed them by my sides, "(Y/N), maybe another time I came here for a reason."

"Oh, right, of course." Probably looking ridiculous, “What’s on your mind?”  

"I really don't think it's safe for you here." 

"Here we go agai-" 

"Will you just listen to me before you start whining?" He growled. That certainly shut me up. I raised my eyebrows at him, but I guess I should hear him out. I motioned for him to continue.

"I'm not so much worried about you.” He said, “I know you can take care of yourself. I'm worried about..." He paused, "Uh..." 

“Nicholas.”

"Yeah, I'm worried about Nicholas." He sat in my computer chair and leaned forward, "The pack we're facing don't care who they kill or why, all they want is to hurt us. You're my friend, (Y/N). I don't want anything to happen to you. And I don't want anything to happen to your kid. Please." He rolled forward and took my hands in his, "Please, go back to Scotland. I promise you, you won't be in the dark. You don't deserve to be left out. I'll call myself, and if not me, Stiles will. It's not safe for you.” I looked down, gnawing on my lip. Scott was right, he was completely right. It wasn't safe. I couldn't be a tough alpha when I had so much to live for. Keeping this kid safe is my top priority. As much as I wanted to stay home, it wasn’t safe.

"You'll tell me when it's safe to come back?" 

"You have my word." 

I sighed, looking up at him with a half-smile, "I may be stubborn as hell, but that doesn't mean I can't admit when someone's right. And you're right, Scott. I'll go." 

He closed his eyes, like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He dropped my hands and rolled back, "I'm so glad you agreed with my first speech, if you hadn't I would have been improvising for my life." He chuckled.

Shaking my head, I grinned at him, “It’s good to see you again.” 

“It’s good to see you too.”

- 

"So you're going back?" Uncle Noah looked over his coffee with tired eyes, spying my luggage that had only been unpacked for two days. It was a new day and another plane ride.

"It's not safe for me. It's not safe for any of you." I rested my head on his shoulder, "But I know that will never stop you from helping the ones you care about." 

A small smile pulled at his lips, "You're way too good at reading me." 

"Well, I've only known you my whole life." 

He set down his coffee and hugged me tight, like this was the last time he would see me. I know he was worried about me and Stiles, it was in his nature. This was the best option for me. As much as I wanted to stay and fight. I couldn't fight if my child was kidnapped and hell knows what would happen to him. 

Giving him one last squeeze, I pulled away, the honking outside meant that Stiles had pulled in and was ready to drop me off at the airport. 

"I'll call you when I land. Or text you. Depends on the time." I kissed his cheek, "Bye Uncle Noah." 

“Goodbye, sweetheart. Stay safe." I kissed his cheek. My head held high, I grabbed my bag and my rolling luggage and went out the door. Stiles grabbed my bags, opening the back of Roscoe to throw my luggage in. That was until a familiar black Camero pulled into the driveway, blocking Stiles in. 

"God. Dammit." I muttered to myself. My life was just going swell, wasn't it? I looked down at my stomach and sighed. I felt the burn of acid reflux in my throat, my child showing obvious discomfort as well. Me too, little man. Me too. 

There was no way around it, I couldn’t leave without talking with him. Not that I should have to begin with. I sucked. 

Derek got out of the car, coming around quickly and standing in front of me. 

“Derek, I don’t think you should be here.” Stiles stepped forward. Very sweet, but realistically Stiles wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing against Derek. They stared each other down, the air just filled with masculinity.

“Stiles...” I said, grabbing my bags, “If he wants to take me to the airport, let him.” 

Stiles eyes widened, “You’re really giving him the time of day? Really?” 

Sighing, I pulled Stiles into my arms and hugged him tightly. He hesitated, but hugged me back. 

“I know that this seems like a bad idea, and most of my ideas are bad, but I got this. Trust me.” I smiled and kissed his cheek, “I love you.” He pulled away, looking between Derek and I. 

“I love you too. Scott and I will let you know when it’s safe to come back.”

“You better.” I turned back to Derek, trying to keep up the attitude I had to keep Stiles at ease. I held out my bags. He took them without a word and we both started the trip to the airport. It was hard to get a read on him at the moment. He emotions were dull, nothing that stood out. He still looked as tense as ever. His brows were knitted together and his piercing green eyes looked hard. 

“So...” He said after a while, “What are you going to do about...” He trailed off. 

“Him?” I looked down at my stomach, “I’m just preparing and getting ready for him. I picked a name too. Nicholas.” 

A small smile pulled at his lips, but he hid it, “Hmm.” 

“Derek....” Now or never, “I just need to know why?” 

He inhaled deeply, “I wish I could tell you. I don’t even remember it happening. Like I was under a spell and I couldn’t break out of it.” So he had experienced what I had when I was under Matt’s control. In this situation, in Beacon Hills, there was no reason not to believe him. His heart told me it was true. 

“I’m sorry that I hit you.” 

“I don’t blame you.” He glanced over at me, “If I felt the same thing you did, I would probably lose control too.” 

“I’m tired of people taking advantage of you. If I see that bitch-” I hadn’t realized that my eyes had turned red. 

“(Y/N)...” He reached over his right hand, placing it on my knee, “Calm down.” I took a deep breath and leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Just the simplest touch could calm me down and it was something that I missed. 

“Nicholas, huh? I like it.”

Happiness welled up in my chest, “I sure hope so since you picked it.” 

“I didn’t think you liked it.” 

I sat back up and opened my eyes, “What are you talking about? I’ve always liked that name.”

“Riiiiight.” 

By the time the conversation ended, we were at the airport. I reached for the handle to open the door when he reached over to stop me. 

“I let you leave alone last time, I’m walking you in."

We got inside and checked in, the only thing left was for me to board. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn't take me to the airport last time, because now that he was here, I didn't want to leave him.

"How selfish would it be for me to ask you to drop your life here and come with me?" I leaned on his arm.

"Very. Trust me, the thought crossed my mind. I'm needed here. I have to be here for Cora."

I smiled slightly, "We're gonna get through this. Soon we'll be together again and we can have that big happy family that you deserve. That we deserve."

Derek sighed, resting his head on top of mine, "Is it cliche to hope that this all ends tomorrow?" 

My smile faltered, "Don't believe in miracles, Derek."

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@oh-my-gosh-everything-is-taken

@bellabadacadabra

#derek hale x reader #teen wolf fic #teen wolf x reader #derek hale fic

[thisiswhatwereupagainst]

So, I finally read the issues that AVERY CONNOR aka “Laura Kinney before Laura Kinney was ever created”, a girl who had Wolverine’s genetic template basically grafted to her in the womb by the same people who were involved in making him Weapon X. As a result, she has almost all the same powers that Logan does, except she lacks claws like him and the later Snikt fam. Also unlike Laura and Gabby, Avery wasn’t raised in a lab, but in what seems to have been a mostly-ordinary life by her parents, though she says there were tests and experiments (exactly what these entailed, and if they were as brutal as what Laura and Gabby went through, is unclear) I was curious about how similar or different Avery would be from Laura. What surprised me is that they’re mirrors in many way, similar and opposites at the same time. The first thing that stuck out to me that despite a more normal life than Laura, Avery WANTS to kill. But she never has before, and she doesn’t get to do it in the story. Contrast Laura, who doesn’t want to kill, but is forced to do it. They both have these opposite desires for the same reason---to be free. Laura doesn’t want to be imprisoned and used as a weapon. Avery literally says to Elektra that she wants to be a killer like her because it means freedom from her life as “an experiment” and “a thing from a test tube”---again, while Avery grew up with parents and in society, she does say that she underwent “tests” and she doesn’t seem to have liked it. And what she is doesn’t seem to have been kept by her. Both Laura and Avery behave in very atypical ways because of their situation, but it’s in a way that’s opposite. I am not a big Laura reader, not a Laura expert, but I remember the Laura from Evolution, which was her original incarnation, being very overtly angry, absolutely raging. Whereas Avery is very cold. Her reaction to being kidnapped by Elektra, the same stranger she witnessed murdering her father in front of her, is to go willingly, be very calm, and be intrigued and interested in Elektra, and interested in becoming like her. Unlike Laura, Avery has never received any training in combat----but she WANTS to be trained. Laura is skilled because training she didn’t want was forced on her; Avery has raw talent but she’s unskilled because she didn’t get this training, but she WANTS it and asks Elektra to train her. Laura wants to be a normal child, Avery wants to be a killer, both want to be free. And while Avery might not actually understand how awful this is, Laura understands all too well. While Laura’s sole spot of comfort in the lab, if I remember right, was her mother Sarah Kinney, who did her best from the start to ensure Laura retained some kind of humanity. Avery, however, lacks a bond with her mother, and believes that this lack of love is mutual, that neither of her parents love her. She finds out later that this isn’t true, that they were actually planning to take Avery and run away, to free her from the Weapon X stuff, and that’s why Elektra was hired to asassinate her father in the first place. According to Avery’s mother, she and her husband originally weren’t good parents, but by the time Avery was six, they had started planning their escape. So, Laura was always loved by her mother, and loved her back, and always knew it, but, if I remember right, didn’t always know that Dr. Kinney was her bio-mother at all. Whereas Avery has always known her mother was. . .her mother. . . but didn’t realize she loved her, and didn’t originally love her back at all. Sarah Kinney dies, Veronica Connor lives. Laura’s one comfort was her parents, Avery lacked this specific comfort even though her surroundings were much better than what Laura got. While Laura lacks a bio-father besides Logan, Avery has one. Avery is not a clone of Logan; she’s the daughter of these two Weapon X doctors who just had Logan’s genetic template implanted on her as a fetus through genetic engineering. Her father, Daniel Connor, was murdered by Elektra on a contract at the beginning of the story, as mentioned. Laura is basically adopted by Logan in all her incarnations---cartoon, film, comics---and they form a bond despite him not having raised her. While Avery does meet Logan and he learns of their connection, he doesn’t adopt her, nor do they bond. It’s Elektra that Avery bonds with, and wants to be adopted by, and Elektra is strongly tempted by it. However, at the end of the story, she makes amends with her mother and the two run away together. Laura had no father in her life, but she forms a bond with Logan despite him not raising her. Avery had a father and was raised with him, but she felt no bond with him. Laura and Logan become a father/daughter dynamic, Avery and Logan do not. Laura lost her mother and gained a foster father. Avery loses her father, but gains a foster-mother, if briefly. Laura bonded with someone who was genetically related to her all along, Avery with someone who had no genetic relationship to her, even when someone who was--Logan---was there (she’s actually pretty uninterested in him) Logan saw himself reflected in Laura, Elektra saw herself reflected in Avery. Laura stays with her found family and becomes a member of the X-Men, Avery does not stay with Elektra and presumably goes on to have a normal life. I really have to wonder if Laura’s original creator read Avery’s story or not (Wolverine & Elektra: The Redeemer #1-3) because besides the same basic story of “teen girl Wolverine made by Weapon X to be the better version of him” they’re also just SUCH MIRROR IMAGES, not simply different but different in distinctly opposite, reflecting ways---their upbringing, their relationships to others, their desires, etc. It’s really interesting, and I want more than ever to see Avery return, as unlikely as that is. Also I feel like it’s kinda fitting that Avery is the one left out of the Snikt fam that no one knows about, given that, as the only one who lacks claws, she CAN’T snikt!

#avery connor #wolverine #snikt family #wolverine family #laura kinney

[anotheronechicagobog]

Brian Zvonecek x Reader Wake Up

Written by: @anotheronechicagobog​

Warnings: Swearing, childbirth (from both animals and people), mention of miscarriage, mention of infertility, mention of fear and insecurities about not being able to get pregnant, it’s really not as angsty as it sounds I’m just being careful, fake Instagram post at the end

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up to”

“Well, we’ve been married for seven years so I should hope so.”

“You know what I mean, Y/N.”

“I do.”

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After Brian went to work you dropped your daughter Sasha off at school before heading to work yourself. You weren’t a first responder, you were a doctor technically, but not one for humans. You work at the aquarium as a veterinarian. It was an interesting job, you were always up doing something interesting. For example, as you were performing an ultrasound on a guitar shark, all that you could think about was how your mom had wanted you to be an accountant. “And there’s the heartbeat, there is at least one pup in there. I’d like to check again in a month or so, there hasn’t been a lot of research done on these guys so I don’t know how long gestation will be, or even how many pups she’ll have in total. Let’s get her back in the exhibit, I’ll set up another appointment. And her handlers? That’s you- and you? Okay great, we’ll need to up her allotted food. I think just straight up doubling would be best, if that seems like too much you can dial it back, and if it seems like too much page me, got it? Good.”

You still smelled like seawater and blubber when you got home to a tea party in your living room. The sight of four massive firefighters wearing tutus and costume jewellery all while crammed into tiny chairs at a tiny table always made your day. “Hey guys, mind if I steal a lemon square?”

“Mommy you’re home!” Sasha tackled you as well as a five-year-old could. “Is Halo pregnant? Is she?”

“Yes, she is. There is at least one baby on the way. There are probably more though because...?”

“Guitarfish in the wild have six babies on aberage!”

“That’s right! Look at you, getting so smart!”

“Yeah, soon you’ll be smarter than me.”

“She’s already smarter than you, Brian.”

“Hey!”

“That’s not nice uncle Sevy. No more cookies for you.” Kelly looked genuinely hurt at the punishment Sahsa had dolled out on him. “But they’re chocolate chip. Chocolate chip is my favourite.”

“Then you shouldn’t have been mean to daddy.”

“I’m gonna go shower, you guys continue with your tea party.” You left with a wink and a kiss on Sasha’s forehead. Brian got this soft look in his eyes as he regarded the two of you, and in the back of your mind you weren’t surprised. He’d never been shy about wanting two or three kids, you’d just been delaying it a bit because of how labour intensive your work was. And there was the added danger of what could happen to a fetus under lots of water pressure when you went diving into the large, and deep, exhibits. But you didn’t want to put off the discussion any longer, if you were being honest, you wanted more kids too, and there was already going to be quite the age gap between Sasha and any future sibling(s). You thought about how to bring up your points, your concerns as you stepped out of the shower into the steam-filled bathroom. Ultimately, Brian could not and would not force you to have another child. If you didn’t want another, he would leave it at that because he understood where most of the labour in the reproductive system lay.

Kelly, Matt, and Joe were still in your living room hanging onto Sasha’s every word. Every few seconds Sasha would slap on of Kelly’s hands away from where it was creeping towards the cookie plate. You spotted Brian in the kitchen, prepping a roast pan of potatoes, carrots, and sausages for dinner. You slinked up to his side and kissed his cheek. “Mhmm, you don’t smell like whale anymore.” 

“Gee, thanks. What a way to make your wife feel special.”

“I’ll just put this in the oven and then dinner should be ready in forty-five minutes. Why don’t you join the princesses and I’ll set the table.”

“How about I set the table, you finish cooking dinner, and then we leave the princesses alone for a minute and we have a talk in private?”

“Am I in trouble?”

“No.”

“Then sure.”

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You two had stepped into the guest room, Brian slightly confused. “Is everything okay? And why are we talking in the guest room instead of hours?”

“How would you feel about turning this room into a nursery- I’m not pregnant, but what if we started trying to have another kid?”

“I- are you sure? I mean, I know with work-”

“Brian, I want another kid. Truthfully, I’ve felt bad putting it off this long, creating such an age gap.”

“Hey, you were doing important research that revolutionized-”

“I know, Brian. I don’t regret it, I’ve just felt bad. I see how some of the Hermann Horde are closer than others and a lot of it is due to age. They’re at different stages in their life so they never get the chance to have the same interests or go through things together the same way.”

“You’re thinking about it the wrong way. Sasha will be able to advise them on so many things in ways we just can’t. And she’ll be the cool older sister because she’ll know different things and have different freedoms. They won’t fight as often because they probably won’t like the same toys or clothes, Sasha will teach them how to deal with us, I mean they might not be close at first, but they’ll have such a great relationship when they get older.”

“Sasha is going to be amazing big sister.”

“Without a doubt.”

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It had been ten months. You still weren’t pregnant. Honestly, it was stressing you out. What if you couldn’t get pregnant now? What if you waited too long and some problem popped up and now it was too late? You could tell it was wearing on Brian, too. “Mom? Are you okay? You and dad seem... Off lately.”

“Oh, yeah, we’re both okay, don’t worry honey.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” Sasha didn’t look convinced as she walked into her school, but you let it be. You took a moment to ground yourself in your car before driving to work. You loved your job, absolutely loved it, but diving was your favourite part and you couldn’t do that while trying for a baby. Once you said you were taking a break from it all your co-workers immediately assumed you were pregnant again. You’d gone from joyful suggestive looks and hugs to pitiful glances and concerned pats on the shoulder. It was grating on your nerves and insecurities. 

Today Melody, a harbour seal, was predicted to give birth. Everyone was on edge. Sometimes these things happened on schedule, sometimes they didn’t. But regardless you remained solely on-call for the perky seal. And while desperately hated to admit it, you were jealous. Of a seal. Who gets jealous of a seal? What kind of person did that make you?

You were brought out of your reverie when Melody plopped her head in your lap. Her eyes soulful. Worried. Was the labour starting? You did another check, and she was. You yelled for your assistants.

Poor Melody, she was in pain, and you could tell she was nervous. This would be her first pup, and even mothers got nervous about their first borns, you supposed. You made sure to stroke her head when you could. “Don’t worry Melody, everything will be okay.” The birth had gone smoothly, Melody and her currently unnamed pup were doing well when pain ripped through you. It was as it someone took and electron pole and buried it in your abdomen. You screamed and fell to the ground. The pain you incurred from hitting your hip and your head on the ground were nothing in comparison to what was going on further down. Oh no, what if I am pregnant and I’m having a miscarriage? The pain stopped but only for brief moments and the only time you could remember feeling anything close to as bad as this was minutes before giving birth to Sasha.

Everything was a blur of distressed seal noises, salt water, splashing, screaming, and sirens. You came back when Dr. Manning gave you you’re diagnosis. “That’s- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- not- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“It’s called a ‘cryptic pregnancy’. I know it doesn’t feel real because you didn’t go through a normal pregnancy, but you are in labour. Don’t worry, Maggie’s called 51, Brian is on his way.”

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“Y/N! I’m here- what’s going on?!”

“So- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- as it turns out I’m pregnant.”

“Actually she’s in labour.” Doris bluntly spat at Brian, she raised her eyebrows and pulled her lips into a line, all of which conveyed just how much she was judging you poorly at the moment, the next bucket full of gossip for MED churning in her head.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU KNOW WHAT DORIS, MOST WOMEN HAVE NINE MONTHS TO PREPARE FOR GIVING BIRTH AND I’VE HAD LESS THAN AN HOUR SO SHUT THE FUCK UP, GET OUT, AND STAY OUT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” You honestly felt like you were dying, and the absolute last thing you needed was a catty, gossipy nurse making an already life altering and stressful moment more so. She quickly bolted out of the room, April taking her place. She was quiet, subdued, clearly thinking of her failed attempts at getting pregnant. And while you felt awful for her, you were immensely grateful for a nurse that wasn’t Doris. “I’m right here, honey.”

“You smell like smoke.”

“You smell like fish.” Him in his turnout pants and you in a put up wetsuit, you really did make a pair.

“Touche- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Squeeze my hand.”

“I’ll probably break it.”

“I’m yours to break.”

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#One Chicago #Chicago Fire #chicago med #otis zvonecek #brian zvonecek #brian zvonecek x reader #otis zvonecek x reader #Kelly Severide #matt casey #joe cruz #Natalie Manning #april sexton

[queen-of-deans-booty]

My Bloody Valentine: Part One

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,377

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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There was talk of you getting pregnant with Dean, but you didn’t think it would actually happen. Of course, you wanted kids with Dean because you think he would make a fantastic hunter, but not now. Of all times, you had to get pregnant now. There were just too many things on your mind to even think about a child. Who is going to watch the kid when you had to go and save the world? The Winchesters needed your magic, so it’s not like you could be a stay-at-home mom with your thumb up her ass. You couldn’t get a sitter because then they would question why you’re leaving your kid with her for weeks at a time.

No, there was only one way to fix this and it wasn’t going to be easy.

Ever since you saw the pink “PREGNANT” sign on the two tests, you have been sitting in the bathroom, thinking of all the ways this could crash and burn. One of the ways was about Amara, and you can remember exactly what she said. She was taking your bloodline to be her vessel, and if you had a kid, then she would take them too. There was no way you could ever put your own kid through that—not when you went through the exact same thing.

It wouldn’t be fair.

“Hey, you okay?” Sam asked when he knocked on the bathroom door.

Panicking, you threw the tests away in the trash haphazardly before opening the door slightly.

“Where’s Dean?” you asked.

“He went to get breakfast at that diner he really liked when we first came here.”

“But that’s a thirty-minute drive both ways.”

“I don’t know what to tell you,” he yawned. “Are you done in there?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, quickly pushing past him to get some air.

Sam watched you leave the motel room with a confused look, but he went to the bathroom without a second thought. Once your feet got moving, you couldn’t seem to get them to stop. Since you knew there would be a less likely chance for Sam to overhear you from the side of the motel, you headed there to think about if you were really going to go through with this.

“Castiel! Get your ass down here! I’m at Motel 6 in Omaha on Route 89. Please!” you begged, already making up your mind.

Pacing the length of the alley, you turned towards the street only to see Castiel standing there with a look of confusion.

“Y/N, did you know you’re—”

“Don’t say it!” you yelled. “Don’t say it because then it makes it real, but it can’t be real, so I’m going to need you to get rid of it.”

“Y/N…”

“No, Castiel, you don’t understand. I need you to get rid of this baby because I can’t even begin to take care of it. How can I when I have my hands full with Michael, Lucifer, Amara, the demons because they know we have the Colt, the angels, we have that new demon Crowley, and the fucking apocalypse.”

“Maybe you should talk to Dean about this.”

“No, I can’t expect to raise my child in this, and he agreed that it wouldn’t be fair to, so I need you to get rid of it or I’ll cut it out myself. Your choice,” you said dead serious.

Castiel saw there would be no convincing you on the subject, so he had no choice but to remove the fetus for you.

“Alright,” he whispered, reaching out to touch your stomach.

Before he could make contact, you grabbed his wrist a little too tightly.

“Promise me you won’t tell Dean. He can’t know this ever happened, so promise me you won’t say a word of this to Dean.”

“I promise,” he said quietly.

Letting go of his wrist, he touched your stomach lightly. Your skin glowed the same color as his hand until it faded, and he pulled it away.

“Is it done?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” you mumbled, quickly walking away from him.

Shoving your way into the motel room open, you stopped short when you saw Sam standing in the middle of the room, holding your pregnancy tests in his hands.

“Are you pregnant?”

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself. You could have sworn you hid those better. “Where did you get those?”

“Are you pregnant?” he repeated himself.

Stalking over to him, you snatched the tests from his hands a little too harshly. Using your magic, you melted the tests into nothing until there wasn’t even a speck of plastic on your palm.

“No, not anymore.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means I’m not pregnant, Sam. There’s no tests to prove it, and frankly, it’s your word against mine. Who do you think Dean will believe in this situation?”

“But the tests said you were pregnant. Where did you go? What did you—” He stopped short when he put the vague pieces together in his head. “Did you get Cas to—”

“Yes, but it’s no big deal because Dean and I both agreed we didn’t want to raise a child in this world. How can we? So, the record states that I am not pregnant and never was pregnant, okay? That is what’s going on, so Dean doesn’t need to know about this, okay? Promise me you won’t tell him. I need you to promise me.”

“Y/N, I really think—”

“Promise me, Sam!” you yelled.

“Okay, I promise.

“Good. We should get ready for when Dean comes back. He should be back any minute,” you said, brushing past him to get your things packed.

Just like any other case, you needed to work it with everything you got. No distractions. Except there was one big thing on your mind, and as long as Dean didn’t know, it would continue to bother you until you confess. It’s his child, and you got rid of it without even asking him what he wanted to do.

No, this is the right thing. He told you he didn’t want to raise a child in this mess. He’s going to be glad you made this decision. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Y/N. you’re a fucking idiot.

Sam went out to interview the potential witnesses while you and Dean went to the morgue to check out the bodies. Since that didn’t take a lot of time, you two got back to the motel room before Sam did. Dean knew something was wrong by the way you refused to look in his eyes, and by the way you’ve barely strung a sentence together in his presence.

“Are you doing okay?” Dean asked once he shut the door.

“I’m fine,” you squeaked out.

“Are you sure? You can barely look at me, and you’re speaking in one-syllable words.”

“Why would anything be wrong? This is a perfect day to save some people, so nothing is wrong. I’m fine, are you fine?” you said too quickly for your own good. Dean stared at you with concerned eyes, and you knew you needed to get yourself under control. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah, seems like it,” he shook his head.

The door to the motel opened, and Sam walked in. Letting out a relieved sigh, this conversation was focused on the case which gave you more time to think about your actions, and how you needed to calm the fuck down.

“How'd it go?” Dean asked, forcing himself to tear his eyes from you.

“Um, no EMF, and no sulfur. Ghost possession and demonic possession are both probably out.”

“Well, then what could it be? Oh, dude! At the coroner's—you didn't see these bodies. I mean, these two started eating a-and they just kept going. I mean, their stomachs were full. Like Thanksgiving-dinner full. Talk about co-dependent,” Dean scoffed.

“Well, I mean, we got our feelers out. Not much more we can do tonight,” Sam shrugged, shaking his head to clear it. “Alright. I'm just gonna go through some files at the library. You two can go ahead and get going.”

“What?” you snapped, taking a deep breath to calm down.

“Go ahead. Unleash the kraken. See you tomorrow morning,” the younger brother smiled.

“What are we doing?” Dean asked.

“Dean, it's Valentine's day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it—uh, unattached drifter Christmas?”

“That’s before we started going out,” Dean shrugged.

“Exactly, so I’ll leave to let you two… go at it,” he shuddered.

This was a touchy subject since you just forced an angel to give you an abortion, and you glared threateningly at the younger brother behind Dean so that he didn’t see. Sam made eye contact with you and realized his mistake.

“I don't know. Guess I'm not feeling it this year.”

“Yeah, Sam, we’re not feeling it this year,” you repeated.

Dean turned to face you, and you dropped the glare to give him a smile. He knew something was wrong, but when he turned back to his brother, your glare returned.

“When a dog doesn't eat—that's when you know something's really wrong,” Sam commented.

“Remarkably patronizing concern duly noted. Nothing's wrong. We gonna work or what?” Dean asked, going over to the table to look at the files.

“I’m going to kill you,” you whispered to Sam before joining Dean.

He gulped nervously but joined you two for a night of reading and thinking.

When word got out there was another double suicide, you and the brothers headed to the morgue to inspect the bodies to see if they matched the other two. The doctor was running a little late, so you three waited outside the morgue until he was able to make it. A man in a black suit passed by Sam, and you watched as he visibly stiffened up and sniffed the air as if there was something that smelled good. Moving your eyes from Sam to the man, you watched as he turned the corner so that you only got a peek of his black shoes.

“Are you okay?” you asked the younger brother.

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Agent Marley,” Dr. Corman called as he jogged lightly down the hallway to get to you, “you just can't stay away.”

“Heard you tagged another double suicide,” Dean states.

“Well, I just finished closing them up. I had to do some business elsewhere, but they're in there.”

“Dr. Corman,” he gestured to you and Sam as he introduced you, “they are my partners, special agents Cliff and Morgan.”

“Agents Cliff and Morgan. I've finished my prelims. I pulled the organ sets and sent off the tox samples.”

“Great. Do you mind if we take a look at the bodies?” you asked.

“Not at all. But like I said—their good-and-plenties are already tupperwared.”

“That’s fine.”

“Leave the keys with Marty up front. Please, refrigerate after opening,” he shuddered, handing the keys to Dean before leaving you three to operate on your own.

Walking into the morgue, you pulled out the organs and began opening the hearts to see if they were stressed or contaminated in any way. After putting on gloves, Dean picked up a heart and held it out for you.

“Hey, be my Valentine?”

“Ha, sure,” you chuckled nervously.

Dean frowned, put back the heart, and was about to say something when Sam spoke up from behind you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second. These hearts both have identical marks. Check this out. It looks like some kind of letter,” Sam observed. He thought about where he’s seen these letters before, and when he figured it out, his face paled. “Oh, no.”

“What is it?” you asked, taking a look.

“I think it's Enochian.”

“You mean like angel scratches? So, you think it's like the tagging on our ribs?” Dean asked, disregarding your behavior for now.

“Dean, I don't know.”

“Ah, hell,” he sighed as he pulled out his cell phone to call the angel.

What if he says something in front of Dean accidentally? What if something slips out?

“Dean, I don’t think we need to involve Castiel,” you tried to say, but Dean was already talking on the phone.

“Cas, it's Dean. We need your help right now. We think these hearts have Enochian on them... Yeah, room 31C, basement level,” he turned only to come face to face with the angel in question, “St. James medical center.”

“I’m there now,” he said, his nose almost touching Dean’s.

“Yeah, I get that.”

“I'm gonna hang up now.”

“Right,” Dean whispered.

“Yay, Castiel’s here,” you said in an overly happy tone.

The room was coated with silence, and not a comfortable one. Castiel looked at you, but you looked away quickly because you don’t know if you could keep this up for much longer.

“What’s going on? Why are you being weird?” Dean asked.

“Nothing. We’re fine. I’m not being weird. If anything, Castiel is. I mean he just invaded your personal space like that. Weird dude. Right, Castiel?” you asked, looking at him.

Your eyes widened which told him to play along.

“Yes,” he played along.

Sighing, you went back to the case, no matter how suspicious Dean was right now. Castiel picked up one of the hearts to inspect it, and he nodded in confirmation.

“You're right, Sam. These are angelic marks. I imagine you'll find similar marks on the other couples' hearts as well.”

“So, what are they? I mean, what do they mean?”

“It's a mark of union. This man and woman were intended to mate.”

“Okay, but who put them there?” Dean asked after staring at you for a while.

“Well, your people call them ‘Cupid’.”

“What?” you asked, clearly shocked.

“What human myth has mistaken for ‘Cupid’ is actually a lower order of angel. Technically it's a cherub, third-class.”

“Cherub?”

“Yeah, they're all over the world. There are dozens of them.”

“You mean the little flying fat kid in diapers?” Dean asked, clearly confused.

“They're not incontinent.”

“Okay, anyway. So, what you're saying—”

“What I'm saying is,” Castiel interrupted, “a Cupid has gone rogue and we have to stop him before he kills again.”

“Naturally,” you scoffed.

“Of course, we do,” Dean rolled his eyes.

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[cr0ss0versaga]

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[mrsdeanwinchester19]

Getaway

Written for @cake-writes​ 1k follower celebration

Steve x reader

Warnings: Lots of angst, some fluff towards the end, mentions of miscarriage, like 1 swear word

Author’s Note: I’ve never experienced a miscarriage but my mom had a scare with me, and my grandma did, so I know a bit about them.  Written in third person from Steve’s POV

Emptiness.   That’s what Steve feels when he walks into the nursery.  He doesn’t even turn on the light, or open the curtain, because no amount of light can brighten the darkness swirling in his mind.  What was supposed to hold nothing but joy for his family, only now holds a pain equivalent to a stab in the heart.  He just got back from the church he went to as a child, where he went in, sat down at a pew, and simply prayed for strength.  Slowly, he walks over to the changing table and picks up the lamb stuffy Bucky had gotten.  A memory flashes behind his eyes.

“Alright everyone, Nat and Clint won!” Pepper calls out.  “Baby shower games’ over, now it’s time for presents.”

“Of course Clint won, he has kids,” Tony says, unwrapping Bruce from his adequate swaddling job before walking over to the couch where everyone else is waiting.

“Bucky you asshole, unwrap me!” Sam’s voice rings out from the floor.  A thudding sounds comes out and Steve looks over to Sam to see him trying to crawl over without the use of his arms or legs, which are swaddled tight in a blanket.  Instead of helping, Bucky begins cackling, falling backwards onto the couch, so Steve gets up and unwraps him.

Steve goes over to the couch again and instinctively sets his hand on his wife slight baby bump, starting to show at 4 months.  Sam glares at Bucky as he sits on the opposite end of the L shaped couch.  

“Ok, Steve and Y/N, this one is from Sam,” Pepper, the saint who organized this entire baby shower, says, handing Steve a large box.  He sets it down on the floor in front of them, and Y/N starts excitedly ripping the teddy bear wrapping paper.

“A car seat!  Thank you Sam!” Y/N says happily.

“Mine next!” Bucky shouts, practically pushing Pepper out of the way to grab his off the table.  He hands it to Y/N, a small square box with not much weight to it.  She unwraps it and pulls out some onesies, a Captain America one, and a black one with a silver left arm with a star in the same spot Bucky’s used to be in.  Then, she pulls out a lamb stuffy and lets out an aww. “Steve used to have a lamb stuffed animal when he was little.”

“No I didn’t!” Steve says, blushing red.

“Yes you did, I found it in your closet once looking for your inhaler after you lost it for probably the 50th time.  Nothing to be embarrassed about.  You even told me your Aunt Josephine gave it to you.  If I could’ve found yours, I would’ve given you that, but it’s long gone,” Bucky says.

“How do you remember his aunt’s name but you couldn’t remember to help me build my new bed frame an hour and a half after I asked you?” Sam asks incredulously.

“I didn’t forget, I just didn’t want to so I went to the mall with Y/N.”

“Ok, next present,” Y/N says, breaking up the argument.

Steve sets the lamb down back on the changing table and walks over to the crib, looking down at it.  In just 3 short months, this crib would’ve had held the laughter of their baby girl, but will now sit empty for God knows how long.  He grabs the blanket and sits in the rocking chair next to the crib, running his thumb over the soft green fabric.  This used to be his baby blanket.  Somehow, the Smithsonian got their hands on it and put it in his exhibit, wrapping it around a doll that was custom made to be how small he was at birth, since there were no pictures.  When Steve found out he was expecting his own bundle of joy, he politely demanded to have it back.  It was something his mother brought over from Ireland, and wrapped him in during the cold Brooklyn winter nights, since she was able to wrap it around him multiple times. A tear makes its way down Steve’s cheek before falling onto the blanket.  Many times he imagined wrapping his daughter in the faded emerald green blankie and rocking her to sleep in the chair he was currently sitting in.  He’ll never forget the fateful day when their baby was lost, the horrible image burned into his mind forever.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just excited to see your wife?” Tony says to Steve as Clint is landing the quinjet.

“What?” Steve asks, not understanding the joke.

“Nevermind,” Tony says.

Once the quinjet lands, Steve grabs his duffel bag with clothes and weapons and heads towards his rooms, wanting nothing more than to hold his wife in his arms after not seeing her for 7 days.  Rub her 6 month pregnant belly and feel his daughter kick.  They had just found out two weeks before that they were having a girl.  It wasn’t their first appointment, they had at least 3 more before.  Steve was amazed at the fact that they could see their baby on a screen, and even more amazed that the doctor could tell their gender from the blurry picture.  As soon as Dr. Cho offered to print some copies of the ultrasound, Steve immediately ordered 6.  One for his car, office, wallet, fridge, Bucky, and his nightstand.  After he had a nightmare one night, he gently held Y/N’s hand and looked at the ultrasound picture to remind him of what was real.  

The elevator doors opened on his floor, and Steve walked into his living room, setting his bag down on the sofa.  “Y/N? I’m home!” he called out.  When he got no response, he wondered if she was even here.  She could be in her office working, since she became Tony’s assistant after she got pregnant, but mere hours earlier she texted Steve telling him her back was hurting and decided not to work that day.  She probably fell asleep, so Steve quietly opens their bedroom door.  When he sees her however, he pushes the door open and runs to her side.  Even in the dim light of the evening, he could see that something was horribly wrong. She was laying on the bed, unconscious, not under any blankets, the handmade quilt underneath her thighs and the surrounding area soaked with blood.  He immediately checked for a pulse and, after discovering she did have one, scooped her up and sprinted to the medical wing where Dr. Cho was waiting, as she always was after a mission.  

Steve sat by her bedside while he waited for her to wake up.  At the moment, Bucky and Nat were the only team members who knew, since Bucky was getting a gash stitched up and Nat was having her shoulder popped back into place when Steve burst into the room, looking like he just saw his worst nightmare, which he had.  

Her eyes started fluttering, and Steve reached over, grabbing her hand.  “Steve?” she asks, covering her eyes while she adjusted to the bright fluorescent lights.  Once her eyes focused, she took one look at his red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks and knew.  “I lost the baby, didn’t I?”

Steve looks down, lips pressed in a thin line, and nods.  He takes a shaky breath and manages to say, “The important thing is that you’re ok.”

Tears start falling down her cheeks as Dr. Cho walks into the room.  “Y/N, I understand this is hard for you, but how are you feeling health wise. Any lingering pain?”  

She shakes her head no, unable to speak at the moment.  Any sound that would come out would be a mourning cry.

“If Steve had found you an hour later, you could’ve been dead.  You lost a lot of blood so you’re probably still tired, but we need to set an appointment to remove the fetus.”

This startles her, “The baby is still in me?”

“Yes.  We can either induce labor and have you deliver the baby vaginally, a D & C procedure, or a caesarian, but we would prefer if you don’t choose the last because it’s the most invasive.”

For 3 days, Y/n had to continue carrying their dead baby inside her.  Dr. Cho is a good doctor, but she wanted an expert, and she knew one in South Korea, so she was flown to the compound.  They tried to find the reason for the baby’s death, but were unable to determine the cause, which she was told is common for many miscarriages. For half an hour, he and Y/n were able to hold their child.  Ten tiny fingers and ten perfect toes.  Y/n stroked her cheek, and that was when the dam broke.  The entire medical wing heard the terrible wailing of a mother who lost her child.

 Steve walks into Tony’s office, not bothering to knock.  “Tony, I need you to grant Y/N some time off.”

Tony looks up from where he’s welding yet another Ironman helmet.  “I already told her not to come back to work until she feels ready.  Why?”

He sighs.  “I’m going to take Y/N to the cabin where they took me after I woke up from the ice.  I think it would be best if we got away from here, just for a little while.”  

Y/N had been refusing to sleep in their bed, even though the sheets with blood on them had been thrown out. The team had been walking on eggshells around her, treating her as if she was made of glass.  If one more person asked her if she was okay, she would burst.

“Take all the time you need. While you’re gone, I’ll have the team help pack up the nursery and redecorate your bedroom so hopefully you and Y/N can sleep in it peacefully again,” Tony says.

Steve nods and walks back to his room.  He packs a bag for him and Y/N, enough for three weeks.  He wants to keep their relationship strong.  He heard from someone that it’s common for men to cheat after their partner experiences a miscarriage.  He doesn’t understand how a man could take a woman’s broken heart, and crush it even further.  He understands that the men are desperate to feel something other than the anguish of losing a child, but it’s a cruel way to cope.  He won’t be that husband.  

He goes out to look for Y/N, only to find her sitting on the couch, staring at a picture of the ultrasound. He walks over and squats in front of her.  “Y/N, please don’t torture yourself.”

“It’s my fault Steve,” she says in a voice so quiet he wouldn’t be able to hear her without his super hearing.

“Y/N, Dr. Cho told us there was nothing either of us could do to prevent this.  There was nothing you did wrong, sometimes these things just happen.”

She looks up from the picture and meets his eyes before they flicker to the floor beside him.  “Why do you have bags?”

“We’re going on a trip. Both of us need to get out of here for a little while.”

“Where?”

“A cabin up north, in the woods.  A few hours away.”

They walk down to the garage together and Steve puts their bags in the backseat of the car.  He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees that someone, probably Sam, removed the car seat.  He was the one who set it up because the others couldn’t.

“Attach part A to part B,” Steve reads the instructions out loud.  He’s sitting on the floor of their living room, surrounded by parts, attempting to put together the car seat Sam got them.  He’s been able to figure out Hydra technology within minutes, he should be able to put a darn car seat together.  “After A and B are together, pinch the end of B and the left side of part C together.” Steve looks at the parts.  “Pinch what?”

At that moment, Bucky stepped out of the elevator and saw Steve trying his hardest to put together a car seat.  “Having some trouble?” he asks, walking over to help.

“This is stupid, it’s not fitting.  Apparently the hospital has a law that they can’t let you leave the hospital unless you have a car seat to take the baby home safely,” Steve explains.

“Why don’t you just have the baby at the compound?”

“We talked about it, but Y/N doesn’t want to.  She said there would be too much pressure with everyone waiting right outside the medical wing and she doesn’t want to be overwhelmed while in labor.  She’s been getting her ultrasounds here, but she has a different OBGYN at a hospital nearby that Tony knows.”

20 minutes later, Bucky throws down the pieces he’s holding.  “This is bull!” he shouts, kicking the box clear across the room.  “Why do you even need to have the baby at a hospital? Just have the baby at home, that’s what my mom did and I turned out fine,” Bucky angrily mumbles as he stomps away. Steve sighs, pulls out his phone, and calls Sam.

Steve starts the car and the soft melody of the Bee Gees How Deep Is Your Love starts flowing through the speakers.  Even this car reminds Steve of what they lost, and he can tell Y/N’s thinking about it too.  At the end of the baby shower, Steve gave Y/N his gift.  He went out and bought a white Crossover, the one with the highest safety rating, since he was going to be carrying extra precious cargo, as if his wife wasn’t precious enough, this just made him realize how much more they needed a safer car.  Steve makes small talk to get their minds off it, but she quickly falls asleep.

When they’re about 10 minutes away, he wakes Y/N up and tells her they’re almost there.  A song starts on the radio, one he knows she doesn’t like, so he presses a random pre-programmed channel.  The lyrics of Rodney Atkins Watching You comes on:

I'm your buckaroo, I wanna be like you

And eat all my food, and grow as tall as you are

We like fixing things and holding mama's hand

Yeah, we're just alike, hey, ain't we, dad?

After those lyrics pass, Steve quickly shuts the radio and apologizes.  The last few minutes of the drive go by in silence.  Finally, Steve sees the snow covered roof of the log cabin come into view.  Last time he was here, he didn’t even know Y/N.  He would rather be here with her, even with this pain, than ever be without her again.  This isn’t a It’s a Wonderful Life scenario.  When Dr. Cho told him how close to death she had come, he had nearly blacked out.  She’s the most important thing in his life; she’s what keeps him going when the world look bleak.  If he had lost her too…that’s not something he even wants to think about.

They both step out of the car and look around.  Steve grabs the bags and Y/N grabs the groceries he picked up in the nearest town while she was asleep.  Snow covered mountains with a lake in front of it creates a picturesque view.  Pine trees around the area are covered with snow. A tree near the house looks like it started blooming already.  Tiny pink buds are frosted over, but it could look like that year round.  The air is crisp and feels pure when it fills his lungs. He starts trekking through the snow, up to the house, and Y/N follows.  

Once inside, Steve places the food either in the cabinets or the fridge.  Someone must be cleaning this place monthly because there’s barely any dust.  Not even 5 minutes pass when Y/N says, “Fire’s started.”

Steve looks over to see she started a small fire in the fireplace.  A smile makes it’s way to his face.  “You will never fail to impress me.”

“Well when your grandpa is a boy scout troop leader, you learn some things.”

Steve kissed her forehead and started making dinner.  She watched him make dinner while occasionally stealing bits of food.  They make the bed while the chicken parmesan cooks. Steve sets the table, dims the lights, and lights two candles on the table while Y/N looks at the movies in the bedroom.

“Steve, they have Sleeping Beauty.  We are so watching this cuz you were frozen when this came out in ’59,” Y/N says, carrying the movie out of the room.  She’s about to keep talking, but falls silent when she sees the candlelit dinner all set up. “What’s this for?”

“I just want to show my wife how much I love her,” he replies, pulling out a chair for her to sit in. He jokes around, acting like a waiter, “Chicken parmesan with steamed cauliflower and a buttered biscuit.  A nice merlot to go with it.  Is there anything else I can get for you milady?”

“I can’t-nevermind,” she says, remembering that she can drink alcohol again.  

Supper goes well and they watch the movie while the food settles.  At the end of the movie, Steve gets up and grabs something from their bags. “Here, put this on.”

She looks at what he handed her.  “My swimsuit. I mean, the lake isn’t frozen but it’s the middle of March.”

He laughs.  “We’re not going swimming in the lake.  Just trust me.”  Once they’re both dressed, he covers her eyes and leads her to the back door. He keeps her eyes covered as he opens the door and a blast of cold air hits them, causing her to gasp.   He uncovers her eyes and she gasps again, this time for a different reason.  

The back patio has lights strung up around the edges, creating an ethereal glow.  A hot tub is set up, steam rising as the heat from the water mixes with the cold winter air.  “Well let’s get in before we freeze to death.”

As they step into the hot water, Steve explains why he had SHIELD set up the hot tub.  I’ve noticed you rubbing your back a lot, I can tell it’s still sore from the procedure, which the expert says is normal.  I thought this might help loosen your muscles. And as much as I love taking baths with you, the tub here is way too small for that.”  Steve turns her around and begins to tie her hair up with the ponytail he grabbed from their room.  

“Well, we’re out here in the country, completely alone…no need for swimsuits,” she says, taking off her swimsuit and dropping it on the rim of the tub.  Steve grins and takes his off too.  They both know they can’t be together in that way, but there’s nothing wrong with enjoying their naked bodies pressed up against each other.

“I have one more surprise for you,” Steve says, pressing a button.  A small fire starts up next to the hot tub, set in a stone firepit the same height as the hot tub, filled with coals.  Then, he pulls the cover off a small table next to it, revealing marshmallows, chocolate, graham crackers, and small cooking sticks.  “I know you love s’mores; I thought this the perfect opportunity.”

Both of them cook s’mores as they reminisce on their relationship, each of them bringing up cherished memories in the conversation.  Their first date, the time Steve fell backwards into the pool while backing up to get a picture of Y/N and Nat at a pool party, his marriage proposal.  “This reminds me of the date where we hijacked that old pickup truck Tony has in the back of his garage and drove it out into the country where we couldn’t see the city lights anymore.  Then we laid out blankets and pillows in the truck bed and stargazed,” Y/N says.

Once  both of them had their fill of the sweet treat, Steve turns the flame off and covers the s’mores ingredients again.  He lifts his right arm and Y/N cuddles into his side.  They sit in silence for a while, enjoying the other’s company and the beauty of the winter landscape and the night sky, clouds rolling in to cover to stars.  

Steve lifts his cheek from Y/N’s hair, causing her to look up at him.  He leans down and kisses her softly.  He pushes his tongue forwards and opens her lips with it.  The taste of chocolate is prevalent on her tongue.  They get lost in each other until the howl of a wolf breaks them apart and draws their attention.  While they were kissing, it had started snowing, the soft snowflakes sticking to Y/N’s hair make her look like an angel.  

Y/N grabs her suit and sprints inside.  Steve covers the hot tub and grabs his suit, along with the s’mores supplies.  He shuts off the string lights and turns on the electric lanterns set along the patio railings to keep animals away from the cabin. He puts out the fire in the living room fireplace, the one in their bedroom is most likely still going, and makes sure the doors are locked and the alarm is set.  He walks into the room to see Y/N already in bed.  He puts on some boxer briefs and climbs into bed behind her. He curls up behind her, wrapping his arms around her as they watch the snow fall in earnest.

“I love you.  Never forget that,” she says.

“I love you too,” he replies. The pain they were feeling at the moment, it would pass.  They would get through this, together.  They both lost a daughter, it’s something they won’t face alone.  They will be ok.  Yes, everything will turn out ok.

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[the-walking-daryl]

Sent Away

Summary: When Negan’s wife falls pregnant he doubts it’s his resulting in him making a big mistake.

Pairing: Negan x reader

Warnings:

AN: This is loosely based off of an negan x pregnant reader imagine I read though I can not seem to find the author of the imagine.

You sat on the cot nervously waiting for Dr. Carson to tell you the result of the pregnancy test he had you take not even five minutes prior. You drummed your fingers on the edge at you waited in silence, hoping that the results came back positive.  When the time was up Dr. Carson walked over to two test sitting on the medical table and peered down at them with a studious gaze before turning towards you and smiling softly, “Congratulations y/n, you are indeed pregnant.”

When the word pregnant leaves his lips you can’t hold back the gasp that escapes your mouth as tears of joy make themselves home in your eye. After taking a moment to regain your composure you lift your gaze to meet his and ask hopefully, “Is there a way you can find out how far or if I can see it?”

The doctor nods in response before going on to explain the limited options you had as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that you and your husband were expecting; finally. You didn’t even hear much of what the doctor was saying you were so lost in thought, only catching bits and pieces like how the ultrasound wouldn’t be the best but it would be as effective as possible given circumstances. You wanted nothing more than to see the life that was growing inside of you so you agreed as soon as he stopped speaking  and relaxed onto the cot as he prepared the equipment need for this. Nerves made themselves home in your stomach along with the child as you waited for the screen to boot up and the gel to be smeared onto your stomach generously.

You didn’t know how Negan would react to the news but at this moment in time all you could think about was the fetus growing in you, a new life being born into this damned world that your husband made slightly more bearable. As you looked over to the screen the doctors moved the wand in his hand to attempt and get a better angle into your stomach until a small little blob seemed to begin squirming in the center of the screen.  Seeing the movement shocked you even though the test you took had said you were pregnant and tears welled in your eyes, this was even more real now that you seen your baby inside of you.

When Dr. Carson was done with the ultrasound he printed out a single image for you and sent you on your way. On your way upstairs you composed yourself knowing better than to let any of the wives see anything wrong with you. Any one of them would be more than willing to throw you under the bus and pull you from you spot of number one the first chance they got and this doesn’t change anything. You bypass the room every wife hangs out in and go straight to your bedroom. Once you  are in the room with the door securely shut you plop onto your bed and pull out the photo you hid inside your bra, examining it closer now that the shock wore off. You had been with your husband since the start of the apocalypse and never once thought of using protection so you both forgot about the fact that you could actually get pregnant, when the results came back that you were you were overjoyed and not sure what to do at the same time. Now you couldn’t stop smiling everytime you so much as glanced towards the photo. After a while you stopped staring at it though and slipped out of the room to go about your day like you normally would.

While you were out doing what you had to for the day work got around to Negan that you spent your morning with the doctor causing him to pay the man a visit. He sauntered into the room with his trust bat by his side causing Dr. Carson to freeze in his tracks and set his gaze upon his leader, “So I hear one of my lovely wives were here this morning you want to tell me what for?” Negan questions.

The doctor motions to the pregnancy tests discarded off on the opposite table. Slowly Negan made his way over to the table and gazed down at were the test sat to study the results before spinning around on his heels and leaving the room. He didn’t speak to another person as he made his way to where he knew you’d be nestled in with a stack of books.  He was right and found you faster than expected, so wrapped up in what you were reading that you didn’t hear him come in until he cleared his throat. Looking up in confusion you relax once you realize he is the one standing over you, well at least you were before he demanded you two talk in a harsh tone.

You climbed to your feet as confusion overtook your features, “What’s going on Negan?”

“I don’t know why don’t you tell me you’re the pregnant one?” he countered back.

“You know,” you whisper as this disappointment of not being able to surprise him sinks in.

“Yeah I know and I want to know who’s kid it is,” Negan demands.

“What are you talking about you want to know who’s kid it is Negan, it’s your child. You are the only person I have even looked at in that way since I meet you at the start of this shit and you have the nerve to think this child could be anyone's but yours?” you ask in a mixture of shock and hurt.

“Yeah I do, like you said we’ve been together since the start so why not get pregnant sooner? Why wouldn’t have any of my other wives gotten pregnant?” he challenges.

“I genuinely don’t know Negan, but I do know that you are the only person I have wanted or needed since the start of this ad there isn’t even another option for the father.”

“And why should I believe you?”

“Because,” you begin with an exasperated sigh, “I have been faithful and devoted to you even when I wasn’t enough for you anymore and you need more than one wife.”

Negan laughs humorlessly, “darling who are you trying to kid? You’re no better than Sherry, Amber, or any of the others,” he snarls, “and since you’re pregnant I’ll bend the rules a little and give you an hour to leave and go as far from here as possible.”

Hearing this your heart drops and you want nothing more to try to persuade him otherwise though you don’t in fear of causing him to change his mind. Fighting back tears you pack what little you have solely as yours into a bag with the ultrasound and head to the one place you could think to go.

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[allthings-fantasy]

Our Little Family (Pt 18 of Pen Pals)

Author: @allthings-fantasy

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Word Count: 3068

Authors Notes: Here is part 18!! It is mostly in Bellamy’s POV... hope everyone enjoys!!! 

Part 17    MASTERLIST

Bellamy’s POV

The nurse’s words rung in my ears for the next few minutes. I knew Y/N was talking, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. There was a tinge of panic in her voice. I could see the fear in her eyes as her hands clutched around the lower part of her stomach. Y/N was pregnant with my baby. We were going to be a family.

“Do you know how far along I am?” My head lifted at the sound of her voice again. I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t curious.

She shook her head, a small frown forming onto the woman’s lips. “No, sorry. I can’t tell that much from a blood test. We can do further testing if you wish?”

Y/N took a pause and I was about to answer for her. I wanted to know all about my kid that I could. The sudden feeling of happiness fluttered in my chest. Images of Y/N holding a small baby in her arms filled my mind. I couldn’t wait to have it a reality. Before I could speak up, Y/N finally answered. “Not right now. My friend, uh, Raven? Who will give her blood now? What’s going to happen now?”

Guilt completely replaced the happiness. I got so distracted by the thought of my fiancé being pregnant that Raven slipped my mind. “Well, they sent off for a blood supply run and it should be back any moment, if not already. They have her stable enough to last until it arrives. Ma’am her surgery could last a few more hours. Are you sure you don’t want to run some tests?”

“I think that would be a good idea.” The words left my lips before Y/N could say anything. I reached my hand over to hers, gripping her fingers tightly between mine. Y/N looked at me with pinched brows, traces of annoyance evident on her face. “Baby, we’re just gonna be sitting in that waiting room doing nothing. There’s nothing that we can do right now. So why don’t we go find out more about our baby, alright?” I watched as Y/N’s resolve faded, soon a simple smile rested on her lips before she nodded.

The nurse spoke up again before tucking her clipboard back under her arm. “I’ll see about getting an ultrasound room ready. You guys can go back out to the waiting room. I’ll be with you shortly.” She gave the two of us a curt nod and turned back towards the door.

When the nurse left, I stood up first and turned to Y/N. She didn’t move. I could tell she was caught up in her own thoughts. I’d kill to know what was running through her mind. “C’mon princess. Everything’ll be fine.” I tried to keep my voice as comforting as possible before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She cuddled into my side as we stepped in sync down the hallway.

Y/N didn’t say anything for a while. We sat in silence as I tried to comfort her. My hand ran up and down her arm, her back, through her hair. Anything to let her know that things will work out. “Are you mad?” Her voice was nothing more that a murmur, my ears strained to hear it.

The question made my heart ache. “Mad? Baby girl, why would I be mad?” I shifted in the seat till I was able to look her in the eyes.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times before shaking her head. “I… We didn’t plan this Bellamy. We can barely plan a wedding let along planning on having a kid.” Y/N’s bottom lip trembled as her eyes began to gloss over.

My mouth hung open at her words. The arm from before wrapped back around her shoulder and pressed her face into my best. “I’m not mad, Y/N. No where close to it. I’m nervous as hell but baby, I’m excited.” My lips turned into a smile as the images from earlier popped into my head and I placed a small kiss on the top of her head. “Can’t you picture it? Little baby running around, our baby. Who has your beauty, my wit.” A smirk replaced the smile as I felt Y/N giggle against me.

“We’re gonna be parents…” She said it more of a question rather than a statement.

“We’re gonna be parents.” I made sure it came out as a statement. My heart swelled at the sight of her beaming smile. It was nice knowing that something amazing came out of this awful night. As long as I kept her smiling and her mind off of Raven, I knew she could make it through the night.

A few minutes later, the same nurse from earlier came down the hallway and signaled for us to follow her. Y/N’s hand stayed intertwined with mine as she leads me down the hallway. The room we walked into this time had a large reclining table in the middle with stirrups for her feet. “Alright, if you just want to remove everything from the waist down. I’ll have the doctor in here shortly.” I watched as she pulled the curtain around the door and waited till I heard the click of the latch before turning back to Y/N.

Her fingers shook as she tried to undo the button on her shorts. A small laugh escaped my chest and I urged her fingers away. She allowed me to undo the button and zipper for her before I sat down on the stool beside the bed. My eyes lingered on her legs as she shrugged out of her clothing covering her lower half. “Quit staring.” Y/N giggled and shifted up onto the table and draped the white sheet over her legs.

“You’re going to be a beautiful mom, Y/N.” I meant every word with every fiber of my being. I never knew how much I wanted this until now.

The blush that was on her cheeks grew darker. “And you’re going to be a great dad, Bellamy.” God, I hoped she was right. The thought of failing our child had me scared out of my mind. But we’d get through this. I know we can.

A curt knock on the door ceased any further conversation. “Everything okay to come in?” Y/N responded, and the door whipped open, followed by the curtain being pulled back. “Hello there. Y/N Y/L/N?” A middle-aged woman came through the door, her hair pulled back into a neat bun.

Y/N nodded and shifted slightly in her seat. “Yeah, that’s me.” I could hear the hesitation in her voice. Her thumbs twiddled in her lap as she looked everywhere but the doctor.

“Alrighty. Well, I’m Dr. Cullen and I’ll be doing your ultrasound today.” She smiled between the two of us and glanced over the file in her hand before tossing it on the counter. “So.” Her eyes shifted over to me now. “Is this dad?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” I answered and folded my hands in my lap. She offered me a sweet expression as she rubbed the hand sanitizer into her palms.

Dr. Cullen walked over to the monitor and switched it on. The room came to life with the sound of a small hum. The screen of the monitor looked like static. “I imagine that you’re too early along to see the fetus with a regular ultrasound. So, for today we are going to do a transvaginal one, okay?”

I could see Y/N tense up one of the corner of my eye. “H-how does that work, exactly?”

She nodded and brought another stool over beside the table Y/N was laying on. “Well, in laments term. I use a want to do an internal exam. This allows me to get a better picture of your uterus and the fetus. There might be a little pressure, but I promise it doesn’t hurt.”

Y/N seemed to relax a little bit at the doctor’s words and leaned her head back against the pillow. Dr. Cullen picked up the wand and squeezed a little bit of gel on the top. “Okay, there will be pressure. Just let me know if anything hurts okay?” One of Y/N’s hands reached over the side of the table and searched for mine. I twisted my fingers with hers as the doctor instructed her to rest her feet up in the stirrups. “Alrighty, here we go.”

I continuously ran my thumb over Y/N’s hand, trying to make this situation be as relaxed as possible. The doctor moved the sheet to the side and shifted the wand between her legs. Her nose scrunched up slightly as soon as the image on the monitor started to shift. “Relax, princess.” I shifted closer to her head and murmured to her. Y/N nodded back to me and took a few deep breaths.

“Now, you see this kind of black circle.” Both of our attentions turned to the screen. The center of the screen was mostly a black circle with grey static surrounding it. “This is your uterus… and this…” She paused for a moment and shifted her arm as the image moved again. “This is your baby.”

I held my breath when she pointed a tiny white dot on the screen. The feeling that washed over me was nothing less than pride. We created that. That little white lima bean was going to go into a person. My eyes started to sting as I felt tears filling up my eyes. I was going to be a dad.

“From the size of the baby, I would say that you’re about six weeks. You should be able to hear the baby’s heartbeat around week 8.” A small gasp came from Y/N as the doctor removed the wand for her body. But this time the image on the screen didn’t move. “I’ll leave this up here for a little bit while you get dressed again. Also, there are pictures from today’s ultrasound, which I’ll get for you. Congratulations, guys.” Her smile was warm before she went back behind the curtain and left.

I turned back to Y/N who seemed to be frozen in place, her eyes a little red from the need to cry. “What’s wrong?” My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as her bottom lip began to tremble.

In front of me, Y/N shook her head and shrugged. “I can’t see it.” She pouted and pointed towards the monitor. “It just looks like a bunch of static to me. I can’t even see my own baby!” It felt rude to laugh, but I couldn’t stop it. Y/N glared at me as the chuckle racked my chest. “Bell, it’s not funny!”

Her persistence only made me laugh hard. I tried to stop, tried to keep a straight face. “No, I know. I’m sorry, princess. But just look, okay?” I dropped her hand and walked around to the other side of the bed where the doctor formally was. “Okay, you see the black circle, right?” I moved my finger around in a circle to trace the outline until she nodded. “Okay, now this tiny little bean looking thing…” I shifted my pointer down to the lower rim of her uterus. “That’s our baby.”

The tears that were running down her cheeks suddenly stopped. “That’s it?”

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing again. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she sat up, shifting closer to the screen. “Well I saw that!” This time it was impossible to stop the laugh in my chest. She was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. “It’s so small.” One of her hands cupped the lower half of her stomach while the other ran over the small white dot on the screen.

From the first time I met Y/N, I made a vow to myself that I would never love anything more than her. But here I am, breaking that same vow. It was funny, how in love I was with a little dot on the screen. I’d do anything for that little dot.

Reader’s POV

It’s been two hours since your ultrasound. You clutched the images in your hand, constantly running the tip of your finger over the little lima bean on the picture. Bellamy hasn’t stopped smiling since. Occasionally, he’d run his hand over your stomach, fingertips lingering on the lower half.

Your lives were going to change forever now. But you had a feeling it was for the better. You knew Bellamy was going to be a great dad. He practically raised Octavia and she turned out perfectly fine. The wedding was pushed to the back of your brain now, there were bigger things to worry about.

For a little while, Bellamy and you debated on wither it was a girl or boy. Of course, you were going to love the child no matter what it was; but you couldn’t help but hope for a boy. Imagining a baby Bellamy running around the house warmed your heart. Little freckles peppering his skin, dark curls sitting on top of his head.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” Another doctor came through the hallway, making the baby gender conversation come to a halt.

“Yes?” You handed the ultrasound pictures over to Bellamy and stood up.  

He gave both of you a tight-lipped smile. “Miss Reyes is out of surgery and is awake. She’s asking if you’re here and would like to see you.”

Your eyes widened as you eagerly nodded. “Yes! Please, I’d love to see her.” You bit your bottom lip and glanced back at Bellamy. The doctor ushered you down the hall with Bellamy close behind.

Raven’s room was on the 4th floor down a long hallway. You knocked softly on the door. “Come in!” Just the sound of her voice alone had you tearing up. All the emotions of possibly loosing your best friend came rushing back. You whipped the door open and the dam broke. “Aw c’mon, Y/N! No tears!”

You laughed but it didn’t stop you from crying. Nothing but pure relief and bliss washed over you. She had a few cuts along her face and arms, a bruise forming on the top of her forehead. Raven had wires and tubes coming from every part of her body. “Are you okay?!” You rushed over to her side and sat down in the small chair.

“I’m fine, please don’t cry. I’m gonna start crying.” She laughed and reached over to grab your hand and squeezed tightly.

“Wh… what even happened?!” Your eyes searched across her body. You recalled the officer and doctor talking about her legs, but she was covered up. Her hips looked a little bulkier than usual, as if something was wrapped around them.

Raven rolled over eyes and shook her head. Her jaw clenched before she talked again. “Stayed late at the office to try and finish some stupid article. The guy was drunk and ran a red light. Hit me square on my side. That’s all I really remember. Everything just kind of went black.”

You felt the need to cry again. “I’m so sorry, Raven. When I got that call I was so scared. They said you lost so much blood and you couldn’t feel your legs. I tried donating some blood, to help until the supply run showed up. But they wouldn’t let me donate and there wa-.”

Raven cut you off mid-sentence. Her brows were pinched in confusion. “Wait. Why wouldn’t they let you donate? We’re the same blood type.”

Your cheeks blushed profusely, and a sheepish smile formed onto your lips. “Uh, Bell. You wanna show her?” His smile grew as he stood from the chair in the corner of the room. He handed the pictures over to Raven, who had the same confused look on her face.

She stared between the pictures and you then to Bellamy. It took her a moment before it clicked. “Pregnant women can’t donate blood.” Your smile grew wider as you shook your head no. “Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Guys! I can’t belie-.”

The sound of the door opening had Raven stopping in the middle of her sentence. Bellamy took the pictures back and moved back to his original seat as the doctor made himself known. “How’re you feeling Miss. Reyes?”

Raven glanced at you and smiled. “Better now that I’m awake and they’re here.”

The doctor glanced around the room and nodded in acknowledgement. “Okay well. As you know, we need to test for nerve damage. We can ask them to leave?”

She shook her head no, eyes going wide. “No, they’re staying.”

He sighed and nodded before pulling a small pointy rod from his pocket. The doctor removed the sheet from her legs and revealed a black brace situated around her hips. “Can you wiggle your toes for me?” You looked at Raven’s face before looking at her feet. Watching her disappointed expression gave you the answer you needed.

You heard the doctor let out a small sigh, but he tired to smile in support. “Alright, let’s try this now should we?” He adjusted the rod in his hand and ran the pointed tip up the sole of her right foot. You watched as her leg twitched and her toes flinched from the sensation. The smile on the doctor’s face grew bigger. “That’s a very good sign, now the other one.”

He moved the rod over and tried the same action on her left foot. Nothing. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him repeat the same action. Nothing. Raven was growing stiff beside you. Her jaw was clenched to the max. “Tell me when you start to feel something, okay?” Somberly, he moved to the side of the bed.

The tip of the rod slowly started pricking up her leg. “There.” Raven spoke through gritted teeth. You glanced down at her leg and saw the tip of the rod settling above her upper thigh. Tears pricked your eyes making your vision turn blurry. You bit down your bottom lip. Guilt filled your chest while you squeezed her hand.

You felt guilty for being so happy earlier. Everything was falling in line for you while your best friend’s life was falling apart. You received the best news of your life while she just got informed she was paralyzed. Your best friend would never be the same.

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All I Need~ Part 2

Pairings: Josh Dun x Pregnant!Reader

Overview: You move to Columbus, Ohio to live with your brother after your ex-boyfriend becomes abusive after telling him of a surprise pregnancy. You become involved in the church and unknowingly befriend the Dun family. After finally meeting Josh, there’s a connection between the two of you that lands you in some complicated situations.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

Y/N = Your Name

Y/B/N = Your Brother’s Name

Part 1

You’d been living in Columbus for four weeks now and were finally settled in completely. You’d gotten a job working at a comic book shop of all places, were taking two classes at the community college just to continue your schooling, had gotten involved in the church more than you ever thought you would, and finally had your first ultrasound.

You sat on the edge of a hospital bed, leaning back on your hands to give your growing belly room to stretch a slightly. Your brother sat in the chair next to you while a nurse asked you questions, “How old are you?” She asked.

“23,” You responded.

“Are you on any medication?”

“Nope.”

“This is your first visit with Dr. Leslie, correct? When were you last seen by an OB/GYN?”

You had a feeling you’d be judged for the answer, “About four months ago. Not since I’ve been pregnant. I found out I was pregnant in the urgent care and left that town before I could see a specialist.”

She wrote everything down, “So no ultrasounds have been done or any other extensive testing?” You shook your head in response. The nurse wrote down the last few notes before looking up, “Alright, Dr. Leslie will be in in just a moment.”

About three minutes later, a middle aged woman with blonde hair tied up in a bun walked into the room, shaking your hand, “Hi, I’m Dr. Leslie and I’m your new OB/GYN. I see here you have a little something on the way.” Her bubbly nature made her seem younger than she was but it gave a good vibe to the room. As she prepared some things, bringing over a little sonogram machine on wheels, she kept talking, “So is this dad?” She motioned to Y/B/N and you laughed at the increasingly common misconception.

“No, that’s my brother. Dad isn’t in the picture.” You confessed.

Dr. Leslie smiled, “It ends up being for the best sometimes. But no information on the father’s family medical history?” She questioned. You shook your head. “Well that’s alright. Okey dokey! We’re gonna get started, if you could please lift your shirt up just to expose your belly. Brother, you can stand over here if you would like to see as well.” Y/B/N stood by your side as the doctor squeezed blue gel onto your exposed belly, making you shiver.

“We’re just gonna run this over your belly until we can see something.” She placed the small device on your stomach and the screen lit up, indistinguishable black and white marks appearing. “You said you’re at 8 weeks, correct?” You nodded, mesmerized by the image and trying to make anything out of it. Dr. Leslie’s face looked concentrated until she finally smiled, pointing at a white bean shaped object in a black spot on the screen, “There they are!”

Your heart swelled with joy looking at the picture. That was your baby. That was your child. She flicked a little switch and you could hear something that resembled a heart beat. Y/B/N stared intensely at the screen, holding your shoulder proudly. “The heartbeat sounds a little strange…” the doctor said, concern in her voice, “It could just be technical problems, developmental issues that will fix itself, or something more serious. We won’t know until we run more tests but as for right now, just take your vitamins and don’t worry too much until I tell you there’s something to worry about. But looking at the fetus otherwise, they seem healthy. We won’t be able to tell the gender until about 18 weeks, though. Do you want the pictures?”

You and Y/B/N left the clinic, pictures in hand of your baby-to-be. “Alrighty, to the Dun barbeque we go!” He said, opening the door for you.

Your heart stopped, “Wait what?”

He gave you a strange look, “What do you mean ‘what?’ You knew we were going to Bill and Laura Lee’s barbeque after your ultrasound for weeks.”

“No, did you say ‘Dun barbeque?’” You asked in momentary terror.

Y/B/N laughed a little, “Yeah.”

“You mean as in Joshua William Dun of twenty one pilots?” He gave you a stupid smile that confirmed what you were thinking, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?! I’ve known Josh Dun’s parents for a month and I had no idea! What the hell!” You ran your hands over your face, stressing out over the new revelation.

Your brother laughed, “They like to keep it kind of quiet. Everyone in the church grew up with Josh so it’s not a big deal to them but when new people come, they don’t like to make a big deal out it. It’s just easier that way. But yes, you are friends with Josh Dun’s mother and you are going to their home for a barbeque that he may be at.”

“Was the twenty one pilots shirt I was wearing the other day not a good sign for you to tell me any of this?! Have you ever met them?!” You hissed as he pulled out of the parking lot.

He put a hand up in defense, “It was exactly why I didn’t! I didn’t want you to freak out like this. And no, I’ve never met Josh or Tyler. I’ve heard about them but I never became close friends with Mr. and Mrs. Dun. You did this on your own, kiddo.”

You couldn’t believe it. You were going to the childhood home of one of your favorite musicians. Why you didn’t put this all together was beyond you. Columbus, Ohio. Bill and Laura Lee, the loving Christian couple. You weren’t a crazy I’m going to stalk them fan but still. Pregnancy brain, maybe? Yeah, that’s the story you would stick with.

You looked in the mirror, looking at yourself and realizing you looked like a wreck, “Can we stop by the house so I can change?” You asked referring to the wet spots on your loose band shirt for your favorite band (other than twenty one pilots) from where the gel wasn’t completely wiped off.

“No! It started half an hour ago as it is! You look fine!” He told you, turning up the radio to signal that the discussion was over. You rolled your eyes, trying to dry up the spots on your shirt.

Soon the car pulled along the curb and you stepped out, adjusting the flannel that was wrapped around your hips before grabbing an apple pie from the back seat that you guys brought. “I hate you.” You muttered angrily at Y/B/N as you walked directly into the backyard through the wide open gate.

“Y/N! Y/B/N!” Laura Lee said, running up to hug you guys.

You smiled awkwardly, finding the new revelation of who her son was all you could think about. It made your whole friendship seem like a lie. Of course it isn’t, you told yourself. “We brought a pie,” You told her, handing it to her.

“Awe thank you darling. You didn’t have to do that. Well anyways, this is the family! You know Jordan, Ashley, and Abigail so they’ll show you around. Drinks are in the ice chest on the back patio,” Something caught her attention and she waved frantically in your direction, “Ooh! Josh! Come here!” She glanced back at you as a familiar man walked towards your group, “This is my son Josh. Josh, this is Y/N. She just moved to Columbus recently.”

The world stopped for a moment. Josh Dun stood in front of you in all his glory. Faded neon pink hair stuck out of a snapback just like it did in pictures you’d seen online. His smile brightened the world around him. The ink on his skin was mesmerizing.

In the real world, though, time kept moving and thankfully you were composed enough to be civilized around him, “Hi! It’s nice to meet you.” You greeted, extending a hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” He shook your hand and it seemed to light up as his skin touched yours, “Where did you move from?”

“(where you would like to live/ currently live). I’m definitely glad to be living here though.” You chuckled a little bit.

He smirked. Oh goodness, that smirk, “That’s awesome. Welcome to Ohio.” You smiled back at him, trying to not be embarrassingly captivated by him. He’s just a person. A normal person, you told yourself. That was until you noticed that neither of you had said anything for a while and you were still looking at each other.

Laura Lee must have noticed the prolonged silence because she gasped and her eyes lit up out of nowhere, “How did the ultrasound go? Pictures?” She was nearly squealing with excitement.

A grin plastered on your face as you reached into your back pocket and handed her the stack of sonogram pictures. You pointed at the small white spot that was your baby, “He or she is right there.”

She put her hand over her mouth as she looked at the picture, “Oh my word, look at that!” She leaned over, showing Josh, “Look at that!” Josh’s eyes lit up with an adorable sparkle.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked with a smile.

Your hands found their spot on your slightly swollen belly, “Yep. About 2 months.”

“No way! That’s awesome. Congratulations!” His eyes flicked between you and your brother and you were scared that he also assumed that your brother was the baby’s dad.

You smiled warmly, “Thank you!”

Laura Lee held up the pictures up, “I’m gonna go show these off!” Before you could object, she ran, showing everyone she could the pictures.

The three of you couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, “Well while she’s doing that, I’m gonna go grab a drink. Does anybody want anything?” You offered.

“No, I’m alright. Thank you though.” Josh said politely.

“I’m good, thanks.” You brother told you. You turned and walked over to the ice chest, grabbing a soda. Somewhere along your journey across the backyard, you were also ushered into line to get some food. One can and a plate full of fruit and cookies later, you finally were allowed to grab a seat at one of the plastic fold out tables.

Y/B/N was talking to some of the Dun family that he did know, looking happily at the group around him. You sat alone but didn’t necessarily mind ot. Everyone around you had this vibe that made it impossible to feel lonely. You picked at your fruit, telling yourself to eat that first no matter how much you craved the various cookies in front of you. Being by yourself did allow your mind to wander and you found yourself unintentionally eavesdropping on people’s conversations. You weren’t sure who but a little girl’s voice yelled from somewhere, “STOP IT! The butterflies don’t want to smell your toes!” You almost choked on your mango out of laughter and you sat there silently choking into your napkin while laughing.

“You alright there?” A familiar voice asked. You looked up to see a smiling Josh sliding into the chair across from you.

You shot him a strained smile. Clearing your throat one final time, “Yeah, I’m okay.” You took a deep breath, “I’m okay.” You repeated, “Sorry, I just overheard something funny.”

“Nothing is funny enough to die over so please try to stay alive.” He teased.

“I’ll try.” You giggled.

He grabbed a chip off his plate, “Was anybody sitting here? I forgot to ask.”

“Oh no! You’re fine there.” You reassured him, “Did I really look that lonely?” You joked.

He shrugged sarcastically, “Pretty lonely, but I figured I might be able to fix that.” You both chuckled a little, “My mom’s talked a lot about you. Thanks for helping her so much at church, by the way.”

You ate another strawberry, “Of course! It’s great to have something to do. And your parents are such great people it’s really not any trouble at all. They’ve been so kind to me.”

“And that’s your brother over there, right?” He asked, nodding to Y/B/N.

You nodded, “Yeah. I moved in with him a month ago. He lives near the university.”

“That’s awesome.” He smiled, taking a bite of his burger.

Suddenly, you started feeling guilty. You felt like you were lying to him for some reason, “I just feel like I need to tell you, I, uh, know who you are. Oh gosh that sounded weird. I mean I… I like your music.” You stuttered over your words, trying to recover from the initial weird comment, “Sorry, I just didn’t want to get half through a conversation and be like, ‘Oh yeah, I’m a big fan.’” You tried to laugh away the awkwardness.

Thankfully, Josh was laughing too, “Don’t worry about it. And speaking of being weird, I hope this isn’t too out of line or anything, but why are you living with your brother with… uh sorry. Nevermind.” He looked away, realizing how personal his question was.

Even though he didn’t finish the question, you had a feeling what he was asking, “It’s fine. He’s not in the picture.” You told Josh, referring to your baby’s father.

“Do you mind if I ask why?” He asked, looking cautiously for your reaction.

You laughed slightly, “He was just a pig. Long story. I don’t want to bore you with the problems of my life.”

He leaned forward slightly, “I have time and an open ear if you’re willing to tell.” His eyes were so kind and he looked like he genuinely wanted to know.

You cocked an eyebrow and sighed, “Alrighty, if you insist.” You giggled before getting slightly more serious, “His name’s Marcus. We had a mutual friend who wanted him to meet our friend group since Marcus had just come back from spending ten months in Brazil. We hit it off and dated for a year or so. A little over a month ago I found out I was pregnant. When I told him, he got super pissed and told me to ‘get rid of it.’” You put air quotations around the last four words and Josh’s eyes got wide, “I refused and he stormed out and disappeared for a week. Heck, I even said he didn’t have to be around if he didn’t want to, I just wasn’t getting an abortion. When he came back he kept apologizing and said he wanted to make it up to me.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I believed him but he seemed sincere so I gave him a chance. He said he wanted to apologize for everything and even wanted to start pricechecking baby things. We drove over to the mall and looked around for a bit. The elevator was out of order so we started walking down one of those stairwells that are all concrete, like in parking lots. After I walked in, he shut the door and tried to shove me down the stairs.”

“Oh my gosh…” Josh looked horrified but couldn’t figure out what to say.

You scoffed, “Yeah, I know. Thankfully, I knew something was up when he made sure the door was shut all the way before walking in. I was able to grab onto the railing enough to not really fall when he pushed me.”

“What did you do?” Josh asked, disbelief carved into his face.

You laughed a little, “Once he realized I didn’t fall, I punched him in the face as hard as I could, called him some less than appropriate names, and left him on the ground. I stayed the night at a friends house and was on a plane here the next day.”

Josh just looked at you in horror. After a moment of shocked silence, he stuttered, “Wow. I am so sorry. That’s just… Wow.”

You raised your eyebrows as you sipped your soda, “Yeah, tell me about it,” You chuckled a little bit. It really was all you could do. “But now I’m here. Way better future for me and the little one. So many amazing, loving people like your parents have stepped up to help me out.”

“They’re pretty cool I guess.” His face lit up with laughter.

You tried to think of something to ask him, “So is there anything I just have to do while I’m in Columbus? Anything super awesome that I can’t miss?”

Josh leaned back for a moment in thought, crossing his arms over his grey t-shirt, “You’re already at the coolest place in this whole city. I mean the Dun barbeques are kind of legendary. We have a trampoline and everything so I don’t know why you would want to go anywhere else.” You shrugged in agreement, “But for a serious answer… hm… It depends on what you like. There’s a cool garden and German Town. Downtown has some pretty cool places too if you just like to walk around.”

“That all sounds really cool actually.” You told him, trying to figure out which one you would try first in your head.

“Oh! And if you go to downtown there’s this restaurant.” Suddenly he stopped talking, looking lost, “Oh my gosh, what is it called?” He asked himself, a laugh escaping his lips. “You know what? I’m going to remember this at two in the morning when it doesn’t matter.”

You hadn’t realized how much your face hurt from smiling until right now, “Just make sure you don’t forget it so you can tell me whenever I see you again. Or at least you can tell your mom to tell me.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, “I was wondering if I could actually get your number, that way I can wake you up in the middle of the night when I remember.”

“Hmm,” You mock pondered, “Sure.” You took his phone and put all your information in it before handing it back to him. Your heart was nearly bursting out of your chest. Did he really ask for your number?

Josh leaned back, stretching when a small blonde girl ran up to him, “Uncle Josh! Can you bounce us really high on the trampoline?” She asked, holding onto his arm and jumping up and down excitedly.

He smiled down at her, glancing at his arm that was nearly vibrating from her energy, “Does your mommy know how many cookies you’ve eaten?”

A mischievous little smile appeared on her face, “Nooo….” She sang.

“Do you even know how many cookies you’ve eaten?” Josh raised an eyebrow at her.

She didn’t even answer. She just laughed like what he said was the funniest thing she’d ever heard. Then she rolled her eyes and used all her tiny weight to pull on his arm, “Come on!!!” She whined.

“Okay! Okay!” He smiled, his eyes lighting up, “I’ll be there in just a second.” She ran off, yelling to all the kids that he was coming. He sighed, looking back at you, “Well sorry to leave you but maintaining favorite uncle status has its responsibilities.” He stood up, chasing various children on his way to the trampoline. You watched as he stood surrounded by several kids sitting around him. He began jumping and soon children were rolling and jumping all over the place. He leaned over to help one up and before anyone knew it he was being dogpiled.

“Stop making googoo eyes.” Your brother’s voice teased you from behind. He sat in the same seat Josh was just in a second ago.

“I wasn’t!” You yourself, putting your hands up.

“Um, yeah you were. But I think he was looking at you too.” He wiggled his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up!” You hid your blushing face behind your hand. You glanced back over to Josh who was being chased in circles by a horde of young children. Okay… maybe you were making googoo eyes.

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Breaking the One Damn Rule (Pt. 6)

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[A/N: Second job has started, almost officially have my promotion at my regular job, applied to grad school and waiting for a response, and wedding planning has me pulling my hair out]

Constant monitoring and bed rest is what the doctor ordered. With the fate of yours and cel mic’s health in Bruce’s hands, and growing boredom, you need a distraction. Nothing like a Netflix marathon to pass the day and quell the cabin fever. 

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of dying

Words: 1, 648

Previously on BTODR:

“I don’t think she’s going to wake up right now. We picked her up and she was unresponsive. But Wanda looked in her head. She’s okay.” Natasha reassured him as Bruce navigated the transducer over your stomach.

Bruce paused. “You were only expecting one right?”

“What do you mean?” Pietro shot over to the ultrasound image, and sure enough there were now two. He froze.

Bruce examined the image, his jaw tight. “It’s more serious than we originally thought.”

“Results are in Banner. This is in your ballpark.” Tony’s voice entered the room.

The screen pulled up videos of your blood cells and your DNA structure.

“I see.” Bruce cupped his chin.

“See what?” Pietro ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends.

“Dr. Cho only saw the one fetus, and I have a sneaking suspicion there isn’t really a second one.” Bruce took a snapshot of the ultrasound and put the equipment away.

“But possibly there was a second one she missed or that one split into two.” Pietro made his way back to your side. He instinctively laced his fingers through yours.

“It’s highly unlikely in both cases.”

“I am a twin—“

“Identical twins tend not to be hereditary. It’s most often spontaneous and that is what you’re suggesting. However, that happens early in the pregnancy. Now, Dr. Cho is competent to catch this. So, something else is going on and you have a feeling as to what is. That’s why you’re deflecting.”

“Bruce!” Natasha frowned at his tone.

“Your cells and genes are mutated and you those on to your child. The cells are abnormal to Y/N’s body, which causes her body to go into overdrive; creating anti-bodies as the mutant cells infect her. I can only speculate when she is under duress, like she was today, the child’s mutant cells are released as a form of protection. Thus, it’s ability lies in biological duplication, because we’re seeing two now.”

“Next time we—“ Natasha thought out.

“There may not be two.” Wanda’s voice strained.

“There may be one or more than two. We don’t know what could happen, but we do know her body isn’t strong enough to handle the surge of mutated cells.” Bruce took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“What do we do?” Pietro squeezed your hand.

“Find a person who can travel back in time, keep this from happening or you two from even meeting.” Bruce chuckled without humor. “Your relationship was doomed from the start. A disaster waiting to happen.”

Pietro forced himself to keep grounded by your side, imagining that you’d tell him not to let it get to him.

“Her family hates her and you’ve signed her death certificate, either by Hydra or your own spawn. Does disobeying orders feel great now?” Bruce couldn’t help himself. Maybe it was his own self-loathing for the monster he had made himself. How he could never really be with anyone without fear of hurting them. It felt a little satisfying to spread the pain.

The problem was that Pietro didn’t feel pain, no, he was seeing red. It was never about disobeying orders. It was about the way the corners of your mouth would twitch as he tried to make light of all the near-death situations he had been in; and you fought the laughter because you had to act mad at him for putting himself in unnecessary danger. But he was such a show off, and a god damn hero that saved the world. You broke so quick.

It was about how even when you fought, mostly about finally making your relationship public or you working to much when he was home, you never broke eye contact and five minutes into the stare down you both broke into fits of laughter or tears, sometimes both. Depending on the day.

The only thing that mattered at the end of the day was having each other to turn to and love, unconditionally. So, no matter how long Pietro would be gone on missions, your love never faltered. And although you worked to the brink of exhaustion, Pietro adored your devotion and passion for the business you had worked so hard to build. He could feel the beams radiating off of you as you spoke about all the crazy events you coordinated, even the challenging ones. You lit up when recounting insane budgets, weird requests, and bridezillas.

It was the stories and you glowing energy that captured Pietro on your first date; and when your face began lighting up the same way when you saw him, there was no turning back.

He would leave the Avengers for you if he had to. Wanda would be okay, she had Vision. You brought a part of him to life that he didn’t even know was dead.

Pietro had been ready to get serious. Marriage serious. But the last mission had put his possible plan of leaving the Avengers—if only temporarily—on hold and then your pregnancy had thrown a wrench into the secrecy of your relationship. Pietro had the ring, he’d had it before cel mic. Now he didn’t want it to seem like he was only proposing for the baby’s sake.

“That’s what I thought.” Bruce tucked the small amount of regret of his words away. Pietro had put you in this situation. His mutated genes were a parasite to your ordinary ones. Pietro shouldn’t even be able to reproduce with his mutation. Bruce couldn’t.

“Seriously? Don’t make this about you. It sucks, yes but move on. It happened. Your mutation process was completely different. We have another problem at hand. Y/N’s life is at risk. Help her, she shouldn’t be a consequence of your jealousy,” Wanda snapped.

Bruce recoiled, realizing the literal and figurative green monster had been rearing its head. “Right, sorry Pietro, that was uncalled for. I’ll get to work on finding a treatment.”

Bruce had let go of his jealousy and had become a trusted friend. He was gentle and explain the science behind was going on with you. Yet, at the same time he could be brutally honest and you were thankful for it.

“What’s the probability?” You shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable as Bruce hooked up all of your monitors and reinserted your IV. You were tired of sitting in the “infirmary” and had made a decision to relocate to the living room for the day to binge watch on the big screen.

You had sent Pietro out on errands and to get something for your second-in-command because there was an important event to coordinate for an A-list client coming up soon. It was a bit of relief; Pietro’s concern was surpassing bearable levels and you didn’t think that he would calm down until cel mic was here.

“The probability of what?” Bruce produced a vial and hooked it up to the IV tube.

The temporary solution. A bit of Wanda’s mutant blood to mix with your own. The magic in her blood was the universal mutation blood type. Or type “M” as Pietro joked. Bruce and Dr. Cho were hard at work to find a treatment that didn’t require Wanda giving blood every day. It helped, but you remained week and bed ridden. You were only allowed to get up to go to the bathroom—with assistance, annoying and embarrassing—and get one small walk in a day. It was getting old really fast.

“Dying.” Your voice didn’t falter and you held your gaze steady. Bruce took a moment to deliberate. “There’s a small chance, right? Both me and cel mic?”

“Forty-five.” Bruce squatted down next to you, empathetic.

“That is lower than I thought. So, silver lining.”

“And that’s without me finding a treatment for you. I think I’m close.” Bruce patted your arm.

“I believe in you.”

“I will get back to work then. Do you need anything else?” Bruce pushed off of his knees.

“The remote is all.” Bruce pushed the coffee table next to the couch so you had access to the touch pad and your drinks.  “And thank you.”

Bruce nodded and went back to the lab. You found something to watch, but the move from the infirmary to the living room had actually taken a toll on you. It was only a matter of minutes before your eyelids got heavy.

Steve wandered into the living room and stopped at the sight of you passed out on the couch. Your arms curled over your stomach. Protecting it. He reached over you and pulled the blanket down over you.

Steve looked to the TV and recognized the show, he settled unto the end of the couch and watched over you. You were one of them now, so it was his duty as your captain to make sure you were okay.

Two hours later Steve was still there as you stirred and felt a presence. You looked at him through bleary eyes.

“Oh, hey. Am I in the way?” You tried to sit up and make more room on the couch. Steve rushed to stop you, and you gladly slumped back into the couch. What wouldn’t you give for coffee right now. It was the worst being tired all the time.

“Band of Brothers, huh?” Steve motioned to the TV.

“Yeah, my great-grandfather fought in World War II and I used to watch this with him before he passed away a couple years back.”

“Now that makes me feel old.” Steve shook his head.

“Well, you kind of are. I wonder if he ever met you. He was in Europe on the front-line. He probably was a fan, he too liked to punch Nazis.” You grinned.

“Doesn’t everybody?”

“True, give me the opportunity I would gladly do so and make it a tribute to my great-grandfather.”

“Should I recruit you?” Steve joked.

“Pietro would try to kill you. The last thing he wants is me to be anywhere near a Nazi, AKA Hydra.”

“You’re not wrong.”

You slipped into a comfortable silence, that was until your stomach groaned. “Do you know an authentic Mexican place that has killer tamales and delivers?” 

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