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since you've been on an angst train with the happiness aus lately, could we possibly see a little more of Simon and misuss' interactions after she lost the baby? you wrote it so well, and so raw. it was very heart breaking, but beautiful to watch them grieve and grow together.
More Than I Could Ask For | Happiness Series
a/n: i got you homie
warnings: mentions of miscarriages, medical jargon, trauma, grieving. mentions of not eating. mentions of breastfeeding.
summary: Losing a baby is difficult, Simon knows that. But as he takes care of you, all he wishes for is for you to not feel the pain anymore.
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It was hard, Simon couldn’t deny that.
He hasn’t felt pain like this since he was a boy, being reprimanded for helping a girl on the playground when she had fell. He really liked her, but his father had beat him to a pulp for even looking in her direction. That’s when he grew scared to even make friends, to make connections because his father had beat into him that everyone will leave him. Everyone.
But, as you rested your head on his chest, he knew that you wouldn’t. The television was playing one of your favorite drama series, one you used to watch all the time when you were just Winnie’s nanny. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t grateful for you loving him too.
The doctor appointment today confirmed that the tissue was dispelled and you were no longer pregnant, now came the recovery period. He had drove you home in unwilling silence, trying to get you to laugh or talk or something, but you kept your eyes fixated out your window. It was normal for you now, for the past four weeks since he found you in the bathroom. Short answers, barely talking to him but still conversing with your daughters normally, like nothing happened.
Was he tired of it? Yes. Did he understand that you needed space? Yes, but only after he talked to Price about it. He was close to ripping his hair out because you wouldn’t talk to him, but Price had pulled him from the edge. She’ll talk when she’s ready.
He was going to have to start having Soap and Gaz check on you during the day, more issues were coming up and his deployment was getting closer. Unfortunately, it would be only him, Price, and König - a friend he hasn’t seen in a long time. It wasn’t that he hated his friends, it’s just that he had the urge to stay at your side no matter what. Melt his bones down and create a physical tie from him to you, just so he could be around you. He noticed that your hair had grown out, you would have gone to the hairdresser by now to fix it. He still brushed it gently in the mornings, one less thing you would have to worry about.
You were a shell, haunting him and he couldn’t emotionally handle it. He needed you back, he needed you to smile again.
He noticed way too much of your change. Sleeping more, trying your hardest not to eat, sick - it was like you were ashamed.
That’s when it clicked.
His fingers curled through your hair, his other hand coming to rest on your cheek.
“I’m sorry.” His words were the first spoken in the room since the morning, you stilled on his chest. Your head moved so you could look up to him, tears in your eyes.
“It’s not your fault, it’s mine.”
His head moved to the side. “No, it’s not.” His thumb gently rubbed your cheek, “This happens. Miscarriages happen, you shouldn’t be ashamed.”
Your head turned back around, you whispered, “I just want to watch TV.”
“No, baby, please talk to me.” His hand kept running through your hair, trying to keep your attention. “Honey.”
Another few moments.
“Are you hungry? I can go make you something.”
“No.”
“Baby, please, you’re starving yourself.”
“It’s what I deserve.”
Simon paused, eyes widened in disbelief.
“What you deserve?”
You nodded, eyes gazing down at your lap.
His hand moved to your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark. “No, it’s not.” Tears fell from your eyes, his hands slipped for your face to your hands, cradling them with a soft grip. “You don’t deserve pain. You don’t deserve to starve yourself because you think you failed me.” He squeezed your hands, more tears fell from your eyes. “I just want you to feel better, I need you to feel better. Losing the baby hurts, I know it does, but you have two little girls who wouldn’t know what to do with themselves if they lost you.” He brought your hands to his chest.
���Simon…”
“They wouldn’t know what to do because I would be gone too.” He murmured, his voice small. “I can’t live without you. I’d lose myself, they’d lose me too.”
You lurched forwards, diving into his chest and letting go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck, sobbing. “I-I can’t stop feeling-feeling like this-“
“I know, love.” His warm arms were instantly around your torso, fingers curled around your waist and carded into your scalp.
“Don’t-Don’t be mad at me.”
“Why would I ever be mad at you?”
You hiccuped over your breath. “I-I’m starving myself.” Your hand held his head closer to yours, you were trying to calm down but your heart kept racing. “You’re right. I’m starving myself and I could die and leave my babies.”
“Your feelings are what makes sure you’re still human, you were scared. Scared means shutting down, shutting down means forgetting to do anything for yourself. That’s why I’m here.” His fingers twisted a lock of your hair between them before he gently pet your head, a kiss settled right behind your ear. “Let me take care of you, let me help you, let me hold you and fix you.”
If you could express the way your heart seemed to beat without being there, you would. If you could describe the disappointment that doused your insides like gasoline, the way your pain struck a match and was burning you, you would. You pressed your forehead into his shoulder, hiccuping from your sobs, “You were so excited.”
“I was, but I was scared too.” The waves Simon fought so hard to keep above kept crashing over him, pain striking his chest like lightning. “I was so scared that I would lose you.”
“Simon…”
“You don’t need to be ashamed about losing the baby. It wasn’t meant to be, I’ve come to terms with it.”
A loud sob left you, your eyes squeezed shut so tightly that it was painful. “I wanted my son.”
“I know, my love.” I wish I could take away your pain.
He held you for a long time, letting you sob your broken heart out. He kissed your head before he went to his daughters, cooking and feeding them, bathing them, and then putting them to bed. He warmed up some of dinner, planning to eat with you.
But when he came back to the dimly lit room, he found you in the center of the bed - his pillow held against your chest with an iron grip. He settled the plate with your favorite pasta on it on your nightstand before he quickly ate his portion, he’d clean the plates in the morning.
He discarded his plate on the dresser before he got back into bed with you, his arms tucked underneath the pillow so he could hold your chest, letting his fingertips faintly feel your heartbeat. His forehead settled on the crown of your head, he felt you subtly shift in your slumber.
He let tears of his own fall down his face in silence.
He woke up in the night to you crawling back in bed, he could hear the soft cries of his youngest daughter in your arms. Your lamp was turned on, it didn’t phase his eyes as he watched you nurse your baby. Your arm held her up as you gently patted her bottom, observing your sleepy and sweet girl. A tune came from your lips, quiet as he believed you hadn’t noticed he was awake yet.
“Young men dream and old men ponder,” Gentle fingertips traced Mellie’s eyebrows, the apple of her cheeks as you quietly sang a song to her. “But what of the in between?” Mellie’s brown eyes flickered up to your face, little lashes fluttered as she blinked. Simon didn’t have to move to know that you were smiling at her. “You look more like your father.” Gently brushing her hair back with your hand before you cradled her head. Her little hand smacked against your breast, you chuckled as softly as you could as you continued, “In this life, if you should falter,” A gentle brush of her cheek had Mellie kicking her legs, eyes still watching you. “Remember these words I sing.” Simon felt the current of the ocean in his body calm, your soft voice brought him a comfort he never knew he should have been looking for.
Mellie unlatched from you, whining and whimpering. You pulled your shirt back down and moved her onto your shoulder, gently patting her back - but she pushed backwards, wanting to look at your face.
“Don’t like Mama singin’ to you right now, huh?”
Little Mellie cooed, little hands resting on your chin.
“You’re such a sweet girl. Mama loves you so much.” You brought her face towards you for a kiss, your daughter squealed with delight as you gently shushed her. “Dada’s still sleepin’, baby. He’s doing so much for us, gotta let him sleep.”
He wanted to pull you into his chest right then, to kiss your head and hold his baby to his skin. He needed nothing more than to hold his girls, all three of them. He almost moved his hand before you moved out of the bed, your footsteps silent as you made your way back to the nursery. Simon’s eyes flickered to the food he left on your nightstand hours earlier, food eaten up and fork left on the cleared plate. His chest warmed, knowing that something got through to you. That he could help you with one little thing.
When you came back to bed, he sat up - which made you jump. Your hand flew to your chest as you huffed out a breath. “Jesus, Si, you scared me.”
He held out his hand, your eyebrows furrowed with confusion but you stepped closer to your bed and took it. He gently pulled you up as you got into bed, he wrapped his arms around you wordlessly. His warm heart had a steady beat he could finally feel after so many weeks, his arms held you tight as you melted into his embrace. He held you like that until he laid you both down, his arms cradling you until morning light.
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The Sweepstakes: Marcus Pike (Porn Star AU)
Pairing: Porn Star Marcus Pike x Female Reader
Summary: Feeling down about your dating life, you take a chance and enter to win a night with a porn star. Will it be as good as you imagine?
Word count: ~3.5k
Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)
Content Warnings: Unprotected PiV (paperwork is involved), oral sex (m and f receiving)
A/N: This thot invaded my brain over the weekend and wouldn’t let me go, so I sat down this morning and wrote it. I’ve never written this much in one day. I guess I was inspired! The company mentioned is heavily inspired by Bellesa and the nickname comes from one of their videos. This is unbeta’d. I hope you enjoy!
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You won.
What the fuck?
Your entire body flushes with heat. Adrenaline tingles in your chest and behind your knees. Your hands tremble.
You never expected to win.
You remember the night you filled out the form. You were wine-drunk after another disappointing date with a guy from the apps. You’d had a string of them. One you liked well enough to go home with and have mediocre sex. It takes time, you told yourself. You liked him enough that you’d give him another try, only he went radio silent. So much for him.
No wonder you decided to throw caution to the wind and enter the sweepstakes.
Win a night with a porn star! – sponsored by your favorite site that specializes in porn with a female gaze. They claim all the orgasms are real, and you believe them.
What would it be like to have sex with someone who does it for a living? Someone who really knows what he’s doing?
The temptation was too great, so you had clicked the button.
And now you’d won.
A night with a porn star.
You scroll down the informational email, taking in as much as you can in your shocked state. They reiterate the terms you had agreed to when you first entered, but now they want to know which performer you want to spend your night with.
The choice is easy.
You’ve watched all his videos, even the silly softcore ones where he plays an FBI agent hunting down an art smuggler who is very willing to have sex with him when he catches her.
He’s boyishly handsome. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle and sparkle. He looks so friendly and kind… and wow can he fuck.
The women performers he’s paired with are always excited to work with him. Those who have partnered with him before often tell the off-screen director how much fun they have had with him in the past – how the sex feels so connected with him.
The ones who haven’t worked with him yet talk about his reputation as “the human Hitachi” – a reference to the popular vibrator.
Afterwards, they confirm that it’s an apt nickname.
You check the box next to “Marcus Pike” and click submit.
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You arrive at the studio office just before your designated time. This first visit is to sign various consent forms, talk to the director, and turn in paperwork verifying your sexual history, STI status, and sexual boundaries. You will come back later for the actual event.
The office is decorated in whites, grays, and pinks. It soothes your jangled nerves. If you think too much about it, you know you’ll run back out the door, so you don’t. You go through each step slightly detached from your body.
The receptionist greets you with a friendly smile and directs you to sit on one of the plush couches while you wait for your appointment.
Only a few minutes later, you are called back into the office to talk with the director, Erin. She greets you warmly and you sit down in the chair across from her desk.
“How are you? Nervous?” she asks and chuckles when you nod. “It’s ok, I’m sure I would be too in your shoes, but I promise we are going to take good care of you.”
Your nerves calm slightly as she speaks with you. She’s just a normal woman in an unusual business. Her relaxed and professional demeanor gradually allows you to unclench your jaw and relax your shoulders.
You listen attentively as she talks you through the various consent forms.
“Ok, last one,” Erin places yet another sheet in front of you. “You have the option of being recorded. It’s totally up to you. There won’t be anyone else in the room besides you and Marcus, great choice by the way, but we can set up a few cameras if you think you would like that. The footage would go home with you, and we would never use it without your permission,” she pauses while you take in the information. “Just check the box next to the option you’d like. You can decide afterwards if you’d like our editors to take a pass at it or if you’d prefer to be the only one who ever sees it.”
You stare down at the options on the paper in front of you. Do you want to be recorded? The rush of arousal that just flooded your pussy says yes. You only get one night, why not give yourself the option of reliving it? You check the box indicating you’d like to be recorded and sign your name at the bottom of the form, sliding it back across the desk.
“That’s everything for me,” she places all the papers in a neat stack on her desk and smiles at you. “You are free for the rest of the afternoon. Come back here at 7 for the main event. Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable. You and Marcus will have as much time as you need to talk and get to know each other before you do your scene. There’s no rush. Do you have any questions?”
You should have a million questions, but Erin has been thorough and you’re still not letting yourself think too hard, so you shake your head and stand up from your chair. Erin leads back out to the waiting room.
“We’ll see you later tonight!” she says as she shakes your hand one last time.
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How many videos have you watched that were filmed in this room? You look around the simply furnished bedroom in disbelief. You are actually here. At the center stands a large comfortable bed, dressed in soft white linens and pillows. The padded headboard is situated between two windows, the gauzy curtains let in the soft light of the fading sun. On either side of the bed are nightstands stocked with towels and lube, things that are probably kept out of sight when filming for real, but they are at hand tonight in case you need them.
Cameras have been placed on tripods at a few different places around the room, but no one sits in the chairs beside them. Lights blink on their fronts indicating they have started recording.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Erin says heading back towards the door, “Marcus will be in in a few minutes. I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.”
You nod and she leaves. You take a few calming breaths and sit down on the edge of the bed. You’d chosen to wear a simple sundress over a new underwear set you picked out special for the occasion. You smooth the fabric over your legs, drying your damp palms in the process, as you wait for Marcus.
He doesn’t make you wait long, the large doors open, and he enters with a smile.
He’s wearing a soft gray t-shirt and jeans. He’s barefoot and his short brown hair is casually mussed. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you stand, and he makes his way over to you.
“Hi, I’m Marcus,” he says.
“I know,” you blurt out. He chuckles and looks down sheepishly. “I mean, nice to meet you,” you fumble, embarrassed, then introduce yourself.
“I know,” he responds with a wink and a smile, which you return gratefully. He’s already setting you at ease. He gestures for you to sit back down on the bed, lowering himself to sit next to you.
“Erin says she explained everything to you, I just want to reiterate that there’s no rush. We can talk for a while.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that,” you stammer. “I… uhh… do you like working here?” you ask, grasping at the first coherent thought that flits through your head.
“I do,” he smiles. “I love my job. I love working with beautiful women, like yourself, and making them feel good.” His eyes trail appreciatively up your body.
Your skin warms at the compliment.
“Can I ask,” he continues, “what prompted you to enter the sweepstakes?”
“Oh, well,” you laugh nervously, “I haven’t had the best luck with men lately and the idea of being with someone who really knows what they’re doing really appealed to me.”
“I see. You’re in good hands. Not to brag, but I definitely know what I’m doing.” Marcus’s dark eyes flash. Heat and want flood your body, burning away the nervousness.
“I bet you don’t have trouble dating. That is if you’re not married… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking.”
“It’s ok,” he chuckles. “I’m not married, and you’d be surprised.” He runs a hand through his brown hair. It looks soft. Soon, you’ll get to touch him and find out.
“I… uhh… I think I’m ready,” you swallow thickly.
“Ok,” he responds. His deep voice rumbles through your body. “Can I kiss you?”
You nod as he moves closer to you on the bed. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, drawing Marcus’s eye, before he closes the space between you.
His plush lips are soft on yours as he cups your jaw with his large hand. He plies you with gentle languid kisses. Kissing Marcus is like slipping into a warm bath. You feel yourself melting into him as he eases you back onto the bed.
His mouth moves to explore your jawline and down your neck to your collarbone, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He draws his nose along your throat on his way back to your mouth, lips firmer now, more insistent.
You can’t help the whimpers that escape your throat. He responds by delving into your mouth with his tongue. His hands roam down your sides to your legs, fingers inching up under the hem of your dress.
“Is this ok?” he asks, breaking the kiss. You nod. He pulls your dress up and you help him draw it over your head. He pulls his own shirt off at the same time, tossing the garments into a corner.
You’ve watched his videos so many times, but nothing has prepared you for being inches away from this glorious man in the flesh. His golden skin glints in the fading light. You admire the breadth of his shoulders and how his body tapers down to his trim waist. He is not overly muscled, but strong and firm. His jeans hang low on his hips, hiding the apex of the V that disappears into them.
Your fingers itch to touch him and you realize with a start, that you can.
As he bends back down over you, you run your hands over his warm, smooth skin – down his arms and the planes of his back. You explore his neck with your mouth as he settles beside you and opens himself to your curiosity, humming contentedly with approval.
You make your way down his chest, touching and licking every hill and valley along the way, until you get to his jeans. You look up at him, kneeling between his legs, mouth watering.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he smiles and sits up, abdominal muscles flexing with the effort. “Let’s get you out of this pretty underwear first.” He reaches around your back and unclasps your lacy bra. You allow it to fall down your arms without any hesitation. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be naked with him.
Marcus’s tongue slips between his lips as he takes in the sight of your bare breasts. He ducks his head down and pulls one nipple into his mouth. You gasp and dig your fingers into his broad shoulders to keep yourself steady.
His mouth works you expertly, tugging and sucking in a way that sends jolts of electricity through your body. His wide palm cups your other breast as he tweaks the nipple between his fingers.
His mouth comes off you with a wet pop. He drags his lips up your neck then pulls you into a fevered kiss, holding you firmly against his front. You can feel his erection against your stomach through his jeans and you whimper.
Marcus eases you down to the bed and draws your underwear down your legs.
“Can I taste you?” he rasps, needily.
“Yes,” you breathe. “But…”
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Marcus pauses his movements, brow furrowed with concern.
“I’m… umm… I’m not as flexible as the women you work with. I don’t think I can… hold myself... the way they do.” You chew your bottom lip.
Marcus concern melts away, “That’s ok. Most of those positions are just for the cameras anyway. You tell me if anything is uncomfortable and we’ll do something else, ok?”
“Ok,” you reply.
Marcus smiles as he lowers himself between your knees. He kisses the inside of your thigh, and you shiver. He works his way down your leg to your center, inhaling deeply as he reaches his target. He moans appreciatively and the sound sends tingles across your skin.
The first swipe of his tongue through your folds nearly lifts you off the bed, you’re so worked up. Marcus wraps his arm around your hip and spreads his large hand across your abdomen to hold you down.
“Your pussy is delicious, sweetheart.”
Your breath comes in shallow pants as you look down at the beautiful man between your legs. He holds your gaze and smirks as he lowers himself back down to your cunt.
He positively devours your pussy. He sucks and flicks at your clit with his tongue in between long, firm strokes from your entrance to your sensitive bud. You are reduced to a puddle of whimpers and whines under his ministrations. You want to watch what he’s doing to you, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and you can’t help but fall back on the bed and bask in it. His nickname is definitely correct.
He slips two fingers inside you, stroking your upper wall. Your body shudders and shakes while Marcus watches you with hooded eyes.
“Do you want to come like this?” he asks, as though he doesn’t already know the answer.
“God, yes. Yes, yes, please yes,” you beg, and he chuckles before sucking your clit into his mouth again.
His warm, wet, firm mouth winds the coil in your belly. You feel yourself approach the edge of your orgasm and let go. You’re falling… gasping… shaking… overcome with the pleasure radiating through you.
Marcus continues to stroke you through your climax, watching intently as you come back to yourself. He draws his fingers out slowly, sucking them into his mouth with a moan, before moving back up the bed next to you.
“Do you need to take a break?”
You shake your head and look over at him, smiling. “I want to see you.” The post-orgasm dopamine rush is making you feel brave.
“Absolutely.” Marcus rolls off the edge of the bed and stands, looking down at you. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down, freeing his erection.
You’ve seen his cock so many times, but it’s even better in person.
Thick and slightly curved. Long but not scarily so. In a word…
Gorgeous
“Thank you,” he says smiling, eyes crinkling, apparently you said that out loud.
You scoot to the edge of the bed and look up at him, “Can I?”
“Of course.”
You take him in your hand, reveling in the intake of his breath at your touch. You stroke him from root to tip before dipping your head and retracing your path with your tongue.
“Fuck,” he exhales as you take him in your mouth.
He is heavy and firm on your tongue. He places his hand on your head, not pushing you to take him deeper than you want but reassuring you that he’s there enjoying this as much as you are.
Your need for him grows with every twist of your hand and suck of your mouth. When it becomes too much, you pop off and look up at him.
“Will you fuck me now?”
“Yes, please,” he responds, voice heavy with want. He bends to kiss you again. Moaning into your mouth as your tongues tangle together needily. You scoot back to the middle of the bed, and he follows you.
“Do you have any requests?” he asks between kisses.
“You choose, you’re the expert.”
Marcus laughs as he moves between your legs and lines himself up with your entrance. “Let’s start here.”
He slides his way in slowly, stretching you open. Your eyes flutter closed as he fully sheathes himself in you.
“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.”
“So do you,” you manage to choke out as he starts to thrust into you. Each stroke of his length dragging along your walls and hitting places deep inside you that you didn’t know existed.
He pushes one of your knees up to your chest, opening you up and allowing him to go even deeper. It’s not uncomfortable with his strong hands supporting you.
“Fuck yes,” you cry out as he repeatedly hits something inside you that curls your toes.
Your orgasm sneaks up on you and suddenly you’re spiraling again, pulsing rhythmically around his cock.
Marcus curses, pulling out of you to bury his face in your pussy, fingers gripping your thigh. He laps at your fluttering hole as you writhe underneath him.
You’ve barely come down from your high when he urges you to roll over onto your stomach. He spreads your legs and slides into you as he drapes his long, lean body over yours, pressing you down into the mattress. His strong arms frame your head as you twist to see him.
He nuzzles into your neck as he slowly drags his cock in and out of your wet heat, building up the pressure in your abdomen yet again.
“You gonna come for me again, sweetheart?” Marcus whispers in your ear.
“I… yes… please… so good… don’t stop,” you babble.
Marcus trails his nose down the back of your neck, making you shiver, as he continues his unhurried pace, driving you higher and higher but not giving you enough to break.
He pulls out and lifts himself off you. You whimper at the loss, but he rolls you onto your side and pulls you back into his chest, banding his arm across your ribs.
Wrapped in his embrace, he lifts your top leg and enters you from behind. He reaches between your legs to stroke your throbbing clit.
You reach behind and grip the back of his head, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you, holding on for dear life.
You’ve never tried for three orgasms on your own, let alone with a partner, but Marcus is quickly bringing you to the brink again.
“Where do you want it,” he pants in your ear.
“On my stomach,” you whine, keening as you get closer and closer to the edge.
He presses and holds your clit as he thrusts hard and quick. You come again with a silent scream as the force of your orgasm punches the air from your lungs.
Marcus moves from behind you, laying you on your back, to kneel next to you as he strokes himself to completion. You manage to open your eyes and watch him grit his teeth – tendons standing out in his neck, veins bulging in his forearms – as his spend coats your stomach. You are so glad you agreed to the recording.
He collapses on the bed next to you, breathing hard. After a few moments, he reaches over to the nightstand to get a towel and begins gently wiping you clean.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fucking fantastic,” you answer, beaming at the ceiling, still floating in a post-orgasm haze.
“I’m glad,” he chuckles. “This was really fun.”
“It was. Thank you.” You both roll on your sides facing each other.
You can’t believe this actually just happened. You’re expecting to wake up to discover it was all a dream at any moment, but your dreams are never this good. You smile at Marcus, and he smiles back.
“I’m always hungry after filming, would you like to get something to eat?” Marcus’s question catches you completely off guard.
“Really? You want to have dinner with me?” You search his face for any sign that he doesn’t really mean it, but he looks completely sincere. He has proven to be the kind, open-hearted man you thought – and hoped – he was.
“Yeah, do you like pancakes? There’s a diner I like not too far away.”
“I like pancakes.” You answer tentatively, not sure what his intention is, but open to spending more time with his lovely man in whatever way he is willing.
“Great, it’s a date,” he winks.
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Salon
Rio x woc YN
Rio just being proactive
warnings: fluff, getting braids (lmfao iykyk), gun
note: I literally just got my hair done and FUCK it’s tight as shit and I’ve been having to take motrin. I can’t believe how tight this shit is. It’s prob bc I haven’t gotten braids in a year. I was half asleep tearing for this when I wrote this with my tight ass braids. So basically it’s bullshit but it’s my bullshit so enjoy!!
YN typed away on her iPhone, the sound of her nails tapping the screen blending into the salon noise as Milly ran her fingers through her freshly washed and blow dried hair. She texted the young shop owner last minute when she woke up to a surprise trip from her man. The two of them would be in the Caribbean by the weekend. 2 days more.
So braids was a must if she wanted to enjoy it worry free, she did not want to spend it messing with her hair the whole time, even her curls were a hit and miss when humidity was involved.
Milly moved her appointments around for the young women who was willing to pay double just for the inconvenience.
She smiled as a text notification popped up. Her girlfriends confirming for a girls night tonight before she left for vacay. This was going to be a great week. They would see Marcus tomorrow for the day before they left and get him the day after they came back. Her family was also coming into town when they got back. The week was going to be filled with the people she loved and she couldn’t be more thankful.
Milly was half way done with her braids when she heard the bell ding at the front of the salon while she was talking with the stylist. They were discussing what colors to add at the front. Maybe a little bit of light blue or bright pink.
It was a moment before she realized the salon was now quiet and there was movement she caught from the corner of her eye coming their way. A chill ran through her at the familiarity of the smooth walk.
She bite her lip to fight the smile as she slowly turned to her right to the tall slender man in all black staring down at her intently. He had his beanie on, the winter slowly fading but taking longer then expected. Hence his reason for a vacay.
“Hey mama”
She couldn’t fight it anymore, the grin that broke out on her face would make you think she hadn’t just seen the man this morning before he left the house.
“Ok chesein!” Milly said teasingly
YN suck her teeth before rolling her eyes. Milly stepped back to allow the couple some privacy. YN could feel all the eyes in the salon on them. It was bad enough Alan was here with her, standing not far away in the waiting area constantly watching everything. The large man grabbing the all the woman’s attention for very different reasons then Rio was right now.
The women (other then Milly) looked at Alan, the big beefy man with curiosity, they looked at Rio with lust and jealousy. She could tell the stares were filled with hunger for him, his money and his power.
“Hey baby” she smiled sweetly at him as he leaned forward, his hands resting on the arm rest as he gave her a quick passionate kiss.
No care in the world for the stares.
“How you doing mama?” He asked as he pulled back slightly.
She laughed a little.
“Baby you just seen me this morning, like 3 hrs ago”
“Just checking on my girl”
He leaned up straight as he reached into his pocket pulling out a pack of motrin. The pack lightly held in between his fingers as he held it out to her.
“Oh baby! Thank you, you didn’t have to bring this all the way here” she exclaimed while grabbing his hand to pull him closer for another kiss.
“Don’t worry about it mama” Rio replied before pecking her lips again.
“What you trying to say Rio?” Milly asked with faux offensive.
He laughed that laugh YN loved, raising his hands up in defense.
“Nothing Milly, just being proactive”
“Hmmmm sure”
“Oh yea” He said before reaching into his pocket again. A stack of cash that was easily almost 3 times what Milly charges came into view as Rio held the folded up money towards them.
“Wait, no Rio I brought money-“
“Yea not happening mama”
“Rio” she protested.
“Girl hush” Milly said jokingly as she stuffed the money into her bra. YN rolled her eyes before looking at Rio. If the women weren’t drooling before YN knew they were fucking salivating now.
He leaned forward again, pecking her lips.
Their faces were close as he gave her a pointed look. Most likely for her not to argue with him over this. He knew she was independent but he loved to spoil his baby.
“Be good, yea?” He asked biting his lip.
She had to push down the butterflies that started to swarm in her tummy.
“Yea” she answered in almost a daze.
“Good girl, I’ll see you at home mama” he said before standing up straight and walking backward toward the door. His eyes never leaving hers. If he could have his way right now she would be leaving with him but he knew she didn’t play about her hair. Next time he’ll have to clear his morning so he could sit with her. He nodded and dapped up Alan, let him know he’ll hit him up in a little as Mick opened the door for him and they stepped back into chilly afternoon.
“Did he have the money?” Rio asked
“Not all of it”
“So no?”
“No” Mick answered.
Rio clicked his tongue as he slid into the passenger side of the G wagon. He placed the gun on his lap before sending YN a quick I love you text.
“Let’s go handle this then”
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#ughwrites#Ughrio#rio good girls#rio x reader#rio x y/n#rio x you#Rio one shot#manny montana#manny montana x you#Manny mayans
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the au everyone but me is sick of
so while i was super depressed and sad, i did the Extremely Predictable and wrote more fallout AU to comfort myself. someone left a comment suggesting i write out the full epilogue so I started doing that just to ensure I was writing SOMETHING.
i have no idea if I will finish, so here is what I have so far for your amusement.
this will make literally no sense if you haven't read out here the good girls die.
Even now, Karkat had never learned how to be a morning person, and so assumed he was just never going to make that switch. Here in the late California summer, the mornings were blessedly cool and forgiving while his beloved nights were balmy until the moon was high in the sky. For comfort's sake alone, he should have adapted.
But no. Like clockwork, every morning found him here, sitting at the kitchen table with his eyes mostly shut, his head heavy on his neck in a way that let him doze for a while, yes, but also ensured he was going to get a knot lodged right at the top of his spine. This was the devil's bargain he took Monday to Friday, except for the Fridays where he decided the office could just open later, he didn't care.
"Are you conscious, ranger?"
"No," Karkat said, managing to make one syllable into a vehicle conveying his ire.
"Poor baby," another voice said, and something was set down in front of Karkat. He blurrily opened his eyes and looked at the plate. A nice little pile of roti with a generous scoop of chutney.
Karkat smiled to himself at the sight. He'd missed his father's breakfast as soon as he left home some ten years ago. Getting to have it again as Dave picked up on a few recipes was heartwarming in a way that threatened to cause a brush fire in his chest.
Tearing one roti, he dabbed it through the chutney. "The lemons came in?"
"They're, like, almost oranges? I dunno, your dad says citrus crossbreeds a bunch." Dave knuckled his hip and looked across the kitchen at Rose.
She shook her head silently; Rose didn't eat breakfast most days. Apparently that was the default for her, divorced from her life in the Mojave where everyone ate whenever they could, unsure of when their next meal would be. "The free lovers of the produce world," she offered in bemusement.
"Ugh," Dave said, nose wrinkling.
"Contain your prudishness."
"M'not a prude, I just don't want to think 'bout the orchard orgies this early, it's perfectly fuckin' reasonable." He held out a spoon to her. "Will you just try this, it's the first one pops let me do on my own without hoverin'."
"It's good," Karkat confirmed as he ate.
"Your constant need for approval is truly your greatest failing," Rose told him sternly as she bent to taste the chutney. Dave tried to swat her; she dodged nimbly. "Don't, I just did my hair." Swallowing, she gave him one brisk, prescribed nod. "Tart. Anise?"
"Yeah, I don't dig anise, but baba fucking insists on it."
"It's good," Karkat said again.
"What is his name?" Rose asked suddenly.
"Who?" Dave picked up a roti for himself and spooned in some chutney, rolling it like a little burrito.
"The elder Vantas."
"Dunno. At this point, I'm playin' the long game, seeing if I can go the my entire life without knowing."
Rose crossed her arms and looked at Karkat, eyebrow lifted.
Shrugging, Karkat chewed slowly and offered no answer.
"Fine, please yourself," Rose said. She always referred to Karkat's father with dignified appellations, Father Vantas and Monsieur Vantas and such. Karkat was pretty sure her mouth refused to form diminutive sounds like *baba.* It was fun to watch her verbally dodge each one while Dave tacked more on.
He wasn't about to spoil that for them.
"You have an appointment with the teacher's union in an hour," Rose announced. "When you have sated yourself, let's be off, councilor."
"And who's your meetin' with?" Dave asked sunnily.
"What could you mean, brother-mine, I'm just the secretary." She opened the fridge and took out a nuka. Cracking the top of with a precise strike against the counter, she took a swig. "Hurry up, Karkat."
If working with the military had taught Karkat anything, it was how to march.
=
As of the last regional election, Karkat worked out of the council house. Vineyard wasn't such a political foothold in the Republic that it had been contentious, and there were enough other former military people peeled off the Navarro base that Karkat's commendation had actually meant something.
It hadn't been how Karkat intended to spend his retirement, but also Rose was right; he was civic-minded and liable to go fucking stir-crazy if he didn't have something to do. So in the end, he let the whole thing happen.
And here he was, his schedule peppered liberally with meetings, trying to figure out how to not piss off too many people, and to really piss off very specific people.
But on some level, he never stopped being a ranger and probably never would.
The representative of the teacher's union talked about their back order of textbooks from the closest press, how they'd put in the order two years ago and there was still nothing to show for it. It wasn't fair that children around Shady Sands had whatever materials they wanted while anyone even slightly off the highway had to make do.
Karkat asked what kind of books they needed, and took notes.
"Are we going somewhere," Rose asked when she caught Karkat in the living room with a map on the table.
"Another errand," Karkat muttered, walking his fingers from Vineyard to the spot on the map he needed. "You two can stay, it'll only be a few days."
"What sob story tugged at your overflowing bouquet of heartstrings this time?"
"School needs more books. Press is taking its sweet fucking time and kids are having to share texts."
"Sounds like the work of a strongly worded letter to the capital."
"Already sent one. Now it sounds like I can cut out the middle man and just hit this old vault for what they have."
"You hate vaults," Dave said from down the hall. "Why are we talkin' about vaults?"
"It's not really a vault," Karkat said. "Old Brotherhood bunker, remnants from a chapter that folded some fifty years back. All the tech got claimed by the Followers, but they'll let me have extra books for if its for education."
"And this something that must fall squarely on your own shoulders?" Rose asked, dropping herself into the armchair as she observed Karkat's manual cartography. As she did, Dave wandered in, his hair curling around the nape of his neck, damp from a shower, walking around barefoot with a towel around his hips.
"It's just…" Karkat frowned at them. "I know where to go, who to talk to, what to say. Why would I rope in some daytripper who doesn't know their ass from their elbow when I can just do it myself, the point is eliminating the middleman. I'm not going to add in another middleman for kicks."
Rose sighed loudly, leaning her cheek on her hand, as if Karkat was being disappointing in a predictable way.
"You're staying here, I don't know what your issue is," Karkat said. "If I didn't know better, and I fucking do, I'd say you were concerned and were going to miss me."
"Luckily we do know better," Rose said dryly. "No, but Dave will, and I will have to deal with his longing looks and whimpering in your absence."
"Oh, fuck you," Dave said, turning right back around and leaving the room. "Bye, California, try not to step on a deathclaw's foot while you're out."
Pointing over her shoulder, Rose said, "See? He'll be like that the entire time you're away, and I will have to deal with it."
"Shut up, Rose," Dave called down the hall.
"I'm not even leaving yet, can you both relax," Karkat said with a sigh.
"Do try not to abandon us for too long," Rose said.
=
He didn't mean to abandon the twins for very long at all. The trip down southeast to the Follower operation was a two-book journey at most.
Karkat tended to estimate his time in that way. When he first was stationed in the Mojave, he got stopped at the Outpost. A security officer had gone through his stuff because generally speaking new people were only supposed to have one gear bag and Ranger Cancer had two.
"Is this thing just books," the officer had asked after awkwardly shifting the books around without removing them from the bag. They were very precisely arranged and stacked inside to maximize space, and the officer didn't seem like she wanted to fuck up the careful engineering.
"I'm on a two year tour," Karkat had said.
"This bag probably weighs more than a bodybag."
"Yeah." Karkat had already had this argument with his superiors back east. If Karkat was willing to carry the fucking thing, he could do what he wanted. However, if he dropped dead of exhaustion from carrying an extra bag through a goddamn desert, they'd leave him behind and write his cause of death as Stupidity.
Karkat hadn't dropped dead, and he'd read through his entire bag during his tour. He'd even given some books out to First Recon as gifts; he knew sniper work was a whole lot of waiting around in boring places.
But now, in California, Karkat took two books with him. They were perfect for passing time before nightfall; the perfect barometer of when he needed to get moving was the necessary light level for reading a yellowed Old World novel. As soon as he started to squint at the words, it was time to go.
Walking through California was different than the desolate quiet of the Mojave. Back in Vegas, Karkat had walked with his rifle in hand. The sight of anyone or anything moving on the horizon was a possible threat; raiders, mutated animals, motherfucking cazadors.
And there was still danger in California, but things were less…. ornery, as Dave would say. People were less willing to tempt death by ambushing a guy in ranger gear.
At Olompali, Karkat checked into an cabin. After cleaning up, he deliberated exactly how he wanted to handle this one. The Followers of the Apocalypse were not fans of the New California Republic, but generally they respected the rangers as a self-managing volunteer group. If the Followers believed in anything, it was anarchic altruism.
Karkat left his helmet and his mantle, keeping his armor light, with his patch on his shoulder. After more deliberation, he left his service pistol and kept his rifle on his back, hoping that would be a sign he was here to be useful but not a threat.
Rose was mortifyingly right about him, Karkat thought with a scowl. The careful picking and choosing of himself to make sure he got the reaction he wanted, it was all very political of him. Thank fuck she wasn't around to see it, to needle him and ask him to explain his precise choices.
Sighing, Karkat went to the old bunker.
The whole ordeal was familiar; the Followers were very sympathetic to Karkat's plight and were openly interested in providing assistance to educational efforts. And what a coincidence, they did have most of the hoarded library the Brotherhood had collected.
But there were just a few things they'd appreciate help with, if Karkat had some time. After all, he did bring a rifle.
Karkat liked the Followers but for fuck's sake, this wasn't his job anymore.
Dave and Rose:
Made it to the Followers safely. Stuck with their honey-do list before they'll give up the books. Will be a little longer than expected. Please remember to actually go shopping and pick up food so you don't starve.
Love you, see you as soon as I can.
California
For ten minutes, Karkat deliberated on the sign off. He'd been witness so many times to the particular distaste the twins had to outright shows of affection and emotional statements.
But it was a letter and he wouldn't be there when they got it, and thus would dodge all of their sarcasm and irritated hissing.
Sealing the letter, he found a courier on the way to Navarro and asked him to detour to Vineyard.
With that handled, Karkat geared up and stormed out on the trail of the raiders the Followers wanted to disappear.
=
The little venture out to the Followers took a few weeks, which was both longer than Karkat intended and shorter than he feared.
These things usually wound up being worth it in his experience. There were times when he showed up in the name of the NCR, carrying some kind of orders from on high, and knew the way people bristled at him, at the way that kind of control chafed against them.
He also knew if he showed up and did shit like this, crossing out items from the honey-do list with blood and dust under his nails, he'd usually luck into a more longterm relationship. People who actually did shit were the truest currency of the New World, more than caps and dollars.
So with a lingering sense of satisfaction, Karkat talked to the doctor running the outpost and verified there would be a caravanner up to Vineyard soon with all the books a brahmin could haul. And just as a bonus, they'd send one of their own instructors along to give a few lectures on science and medicine.
Perfect. With that promise secured, Karkat put his back to the camp and headed home.
By now, he'd traded his books for new ones. He barely read them, eager to get home and traveling straight through one night and into the next day.
Karkat enjoyed being a ranger, but he also enjoyed being home. Having a home still carried its own novelty bias.
With the accelerated pace, Karkat had the good fortune to return to Vineyard at night. As he walked through the streets, one watchmen wandered his way, suitably concerned about someone in full armor with a rifle just out and about in the city.
Karkat waved to him, and got a thumbs up. Just the local ranger, nothing to see here.
Well, ex-ranger.
Arriving home quiet as he could, Karkat divested of his gear in the living room. It was much easier to walk quietly without the extra tonnage weighing him down, less of a risk of waking the twins when the house was dark and quiet like this.
Drinking a full glass of water and washing up briefly, Karkat wandered down the hallway. Checking the double bedroom, he found both beds empty.
Frowning silently, Karkat walked over to his own bedroom, and nudged the door open further. To his relief, someone was sleeping there. The covers were pulled up high enough that he could only see the curve of an ear and some cornsilk white hair, so saying definitively who was impossible.
He could hazard a guess and slipped inside.
When he finally put a knee on the bed, there was a sleepy mumble from under the blankets, but nothing else. Which felt a bit like dousing the warmth in Karkat's heart with moonshine. He was prepared for the usual consequence of disturbing the sleep of a New Vegas citizen, the flash of a knife, the viper's strike. But all he got was a muffled slur of consonants that might've been Rose's name with a question mark attached.
Moving over Dave, Karkat dropped himself down behind, his body fitting into the space under the windowsill, back against the wall. He couldn't help the deep sigh loosened from him at the feeling of finally being off his feet.
For a few moments, he assumed that was that, and it was time to sleep. He certainly could just fall the fuck asleep now, the weeks of work and travel coming up from behind him to smother him into slumber.
Then, Dave shifted, and the back of his hand thumped against Karkat's chest, turning to let his fingers coast over his clavicle. "Not Rose," he muttered, turning more and opening his eyes, pale little wet crescents in the dark. "Look what blew in with the tumbleweeds."
Karkat closed his hand around Dave's, pulling it up to press his lips against the knuckles. "Hey."
"Been a while." His fingertips touched Karkat's jaw. "Mammillaria."
What? "What?"
"They don't got razors in the F-O-T-A?" There was a huff of laughter. "You are so prickly."
"Was kind of busy doing their goddamn busywork," Karkat grumbled. "Didn't have time between the raiders and setting up gecko traps and investigating their water filter theft thing."
"Fuckin' itinerant do-gooder." Dave pressed his thumb against Karkat's scratchy jaw, eyes shutting again.
"Shit got done." Karkat was perfectly fine with the little touches, the point of connection stretching across the gap between them, a soft landing after so much time away. "Where's Rose?"
Dave sounded drowsily amused. "Prob'ly shouldn't tell you."
"Why?"
"Think she's, uh. Having a sleepover with the hospitality guild. Talking about… plans."
Karkat's eyes popped open as he considered that. Rose out for a clandestine 2AM meeting with the local sex workers. Which, he would probably be supportive of whatever the fuck that was about, but also he needed some plausible deniability. Karkat was a terrible fucking liar. "Yeah, don't tell me that."
"Sorry, councilor," Dave chuckled. His fingers were still skating idly around. A little considering noise escaped his mouth.
"What's wrong?"
There was enough of a pause that when Dave said, "Nuthin'," Karkat knew he was lying. Squinting at him in the dark, Karkat watched Dave press his head further into the pillow. "You know how the dust out there can make someone's skin all shiny? You're rockin' that look pretty nicely, California."
He did know it pretty well, how there was that grace period between fresh-washed to grime where it was almost like every speck of dust caught some ephemeral light and shone, making someone look like they were carved by some lost Old World master. Many times, Karkat had seen that sheen over Dave's skin and had stared for way too long, wanting to touch but certain he'd smudge it, ruin it.
Also, that was back when touching Dave was less of an inevitability.
Closing his eyes and soaking up the attention, Karkat hummed quietly. Curling his hand around Dave's arm, he thought he could definitely sleep like this. It had the possibility of being the best sleep of his life.
"Are you for real tired?" Dave asked. "You, mister sun hater? Mister night tripper?"
"I've been traveling for almost two days straight," Karkat pointed out mulishly. "I wanted to get back to you."
"Oh. Well." Dave blew out a breath, and sounded almost a little disappointed, which made Karkat squint at him. "If you are going to conk out then you at least gotta give me somethin'."
Bracing with his elbow, Dave slid in closer to Karkat and kissed him, hands curling around his neck, thumbs stroking Karkat's cheeks.
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Everything, Sebastian Stan
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Sebastian stared angrily at his co-star, his jaw ticking as he watched him with her. Rage coursed through his veins as he put his hand on her lower back.
While he wanted to get up from his spot at the bar and walk over to the man, only to punch him in the face, he tried to keep his cool, instead taking a long drag from his beer.
He winced at the warmth of it.
He’d been sitting there watching her for far too long.
Was waiting like some weirdo in the shadows while she mingled.
“And you’re sure you want this one?” his manager asked, half paying attention to the star. Sebastian nodded, looking at the glamor shot. You were tastefully dressed, yes, but it was a boudoir photo, one that was driving him wild. His manager nodded, returning to the phone call, and shuffled the photos together, placing the chosen one on top, “give me one minute, Max. I got a client in here, and he’s picking a girl from the agency. Yeah, yeah. I know.”
Sebastian tried to keep a poker face as he fought the annoyance at his manager.
Why did he have to take the call during his appointment?
“Sebastian…when do you want her?”
“As soon as possible.” The manager nodded and wrote something down on a notepad, before tucking the photos away into an envelope, “I’ll make the call after I get off the phone with Max, yeah?”
Sebastian sucked in his cheeks and nodded, getting up from his spot, “alright. I have an audition to get to across town, so give me a call when you get the confirmation. I have a Christmas party with NBC and I want her at my side.”
“She will be, don’t worry.”
“Sebastian…”
He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked up from his drink at the bar. You were smiling sweetly at him as you wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned into him, “you okay honey?”
How long had he zoned out?
“Yeah,” he nodded, offering you a simple smile as he turned to envelope you in his arms, “didn’t want to bug you while you were making friends.”
You could hear the tinge of jealousy in his voice and your brow rose, “Sebastian…”
“You know me too well, honey,” he chuckled, “why you back over here with me, huh? You looked like you were having fun!”
“Yeah? Well maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you,” you whispered into his side. He noticed you inhaling deeply and he smiled at the thought that his scent was calming you down. He knew that despite your job, you hated to be around too many people for too long, so he found himself loving the fact that he was becoming your security blanket. He lived for how you nuzzled your way into his side, snuggling up to him, “you’ve been hiding out by the bar for a while now…
“You’ve been hiding out at the bar all night, Stan.”
“Yeah, well Ed got me the wrong girl,” he grumbled angrily, watching as his date was giggling and flirting with his other co-stars, rubbing shoulders so to speak to sleep her way up the ladder, “remind me to fire that useless ass in the morning.”
“Your manager or the girl?” his friend teased.
Sebastian scowled, “Who do you think, Chace?”
“Will do,” Chace chuckled, clapping his friend on the shoulder, “so which one did you want?”
“Number twenty-seven,” he said simply. A smile lit up his face as he dreamily thought of that shot. Everything about the photo of you set off fireworks in his mind, “I’m telling you…she’s not just any girl either. That woman is my future wife.”
“Whatever you say, brother,” he laughed, “so you have her number memorized? Does this mean I shouldn’t pick her when I look at the photos tomorrow? My manager is hooking me up with the company for another date to a Gossip Girl party I have going on and they couldn’t squeeze me in on time for this one.”
“You pick her and you’re no longer my brother!” Sebastian joked.
“Yeah…that so?”
Sebastian smirked, “it’s a fact. I’m hoping that I can get ahold of the agency in the morning and explain Ed’s mistake…hopefully they can send her over for tomorrow. I’ve got a ‘party’ for Marvel…”
“You’re not cast in anything for them, are you?”
“Not yet,” he shrugged, “a few agents called…said that they’re looking for a bunch of guys for a few long-term projects. I guess I made the cut for their first round short lists.”
“Lucky,” Chace chuckled, “I can’t even get them to look at me for a superhero role. All they see is Gossip Girl.”
“Baby?” His eyes snapped to yours as he drifted back from another memory, “you okay? You’re zoning out a lot, tonight.”
“Just thinking…” he admitted softly.
“Ohh, anything in particular,” You teased as your fingers drifted up his toned chest, “what’s on your mind?”
“Thinking about how we ended up together.” He replied thoughtfully, lifting your hand to his lips only to kiss each individual knuckle, “just thinking about how that almost didn’t happen…how I almost missed out on you!”
“You mean, how you stole me away from Evans?”
“This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”
“Pleased to meet you!” you smiled sweetly, shaking hands with a few other perspective superheroes as you indulged the mixer.
Sebastian was pissed.
He’d gotten ahold of the agency.
But when he’d asked for you, he’d been told that you had already entered into a contract with another star. When he tried to press them for a name, stating that he’d been the first one to turn in his paperwork, they reminded him that he’d chosen a different girl, chalking his comments up to no chemistry, and not the manager’s error.
But when he saw you walk in on Chris Evans’ arm, he felt his heart plummet.
Chris was fresh off of two Marvel movies, playing Johnny Storm in the Fantastic Four. He knew that Evans had more star power than he did, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get you even if he tried.
But then he saw the glimmer in your eye as Chris introduced everyone to you. And he felt the emotions. It was like some cheesy romantic comedy where everything slowed down, and it was like the two of you were the only ones in the room.
No one else mattered.
He shook your hand, just like everyone else, but both you and himself held some secret smile as the sparks flew between you.
“Sebastian…”
You felt your throat go dry as you merely nodded along, hoping that the star wouldn’t see through your charade.
“Nice to meet you!”
“You’re Chris’ girlfriend?” he asked, hinting subtly that he knew of something. But you gave him a polite smile and nodded. Sebastian’s gaze never wavered from you, “how long have the two of you been together?”
“Few months, right?” Evans lied.
You gave another sweet, albeit fake nod, but agreed with him, “feels like just yesterday we stumbled across each other while jogging.”
Another thing he knew that you hated.
“I remember you saying you two ran into each other, jogging.”
You frowned, remembering the night, “we didn’t really have a lot of time to dig into a backstory…and we didn’t think that someone would ask so many questions about our ‘relationship.’ Little did I know you were interested in me before he was.”
Sebastian smiled as he leaned down and kissed you softly.
He had seen right through you that night.
In an instant.
“You’re from the agency.”
You spun around so quickly, you nearly stumbled. But Sebastian was quick to catch you in his arms.
Your hands wrapped around his neck, and his arms wrapped low around your waist.
“S-Sebastian…” you whimpered softly, surprised at the man sneaking up on you in the powder room, “Wh-what are you doing here?”
“I tried calling again after that Marvel first round mixer,” he answered honestly, “said I knew Evans had you…I’ve been trying to see you again since then.”
“Sebastian-“
“Tell me that the kiss meant nothing that night,” he said quickly, his eyes searching yours, “tell me that when we snuck away from everyone and danced under the stars that it meant nothing…tell me that the kiss meant nothing and I’ll ju-“
“It meant everything…”
“It meant everything,” you whispered softly, knowing those three words would affect him even years after the first meeting, “you still mean everything to me…”
“Me,” he replied gently, his hand pulling away from your waist to rest lightly on your stomach, “and the baby?”
“Of course…and Noel will be here soon enough,” you reminded him, giving him a sweet look, “our little girl is due any day now…”
“And I couldn’t be happier!”
“I love you, Sebastian!”
“I love you too, (Y/N!)”
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Stranded
Good evening all,
I while ago I posted a snippet of a fic I was planning.
The idea came to me after watching a Netflix mini series called Jules storm (A Christmas storm) in English. in the series a group of people get stranded at Oslo airport after a bad snow storm.
For this floc I took inspiration from two characters in the series. I was watching it and realised it was a perfect Rowaelin.
Rowan is the grumpy pilot and Aelin is the one keeping him company.
They start as reluctant stranded passengers, until they realise the other is not too bad.
CW: it’s meant to be fluff but it has a smidge of angst and also mention of miscarriage.
I wrote a part 2 already and... if you want I might work on a further part 3 if anyone is interested.
The storm had been raging all through the night. An event that in Doranelle had been labelled as extraordinary.
All morning all Aelin heard on the tv was the news of the incredible snowstorm that had hit the land. People in Wendlyn were not prepared or used to it. It was very likely that some of them had never seen snow in all of their existences. She, on the other hand, was Terrasen born and bred and learned to walk in heavy snow since she took her first steps.
And it was because of that snow that now she was walking to the subway station instead of taking a taxi to the airport. She was going home. For good. She was closing a chapter of her life that had left her depressed, hollow and with a divorce at the age of 28.
It had been three months since that horrible morning when she woke up in blood soaked sheets and the scary realisation that there was something wrong with her pregnancy. Her husband was not at home so she had called an ambulance and was rushed to the hospital while the dreadful realisation spread in her. It was not long after that the doctor had confirmed that she had lost her baby girl.
She felt broken and hollow and alone. Her husband Chaol had showed up in the evening and while she grieved he just stood and offered little comfort.
Aelin shut down and pushed the world away while Chaol was never at home. Until one day the truth. He had been cheating on her with his secretary.
As soon as she was able to face the world again, Aelin grabbed her resolve to get out of bed and get an appointment with a divorce lawyer. A week later she strolled in his office and served him the papers. On that same day she had bought a ticket home to Terrasen and called her parents with the good news. Rhoe and Evalin had been delighted. She needed healing and felt that with her parents was the place where to start. She knew her mother had suffered with pregnancies too and she was positive she’d be the best support she could have.
Aelin tucked those thoughts away and climbed the stairs down to the subway station. Luckily Doranelle had a direct line from the city centre to the airport. She doubted that buses would be able to cope in those road conditions. She had missed the snow, the cottoned silence, the smell.
The subway was packed and arrived at destination a good thirty minutes later.
As soon as she stepped in the airport compound she felt a pang of joy. She was going home.
But the weather had other plans for her.
*
Rowan stopped at the big airport windows and looked at the runaways covered in deep snow. The vehicles could not clean the tarmac quickly enough, that a new layer of snow was already down again. He sighed. He had taken a flight in that very same early morning from Antica and it had been a shitty approach. He had almost asked ATC to abort the landing, but then managed to take the plane safely down without too much drama. Rowan was about to leave the crew offices when his phone rang.
“Hey.”
Rowan listened to the voice on the other side.
“ATC closed it. Good.”
His brows furrowed at the next pause “What do you mean you want to keep me on standby? Nothing is fucking moving. Doranelle is not equipped to deal with this, it will take days.”
With his right hand he pinched the bridge of his nose in pure exasperation “Fine. You owe me one. I will go and be lazy in the First class lounge.”
He closed the call and stared for a few more minutes at the airport operations grinding to a halt. The storm had even grown in intensity and the visibility was now close to zero.
He adjusted his uniform, grabbed his suitcase and walked to the lounge. Well, at least he had a big book that should last him for a while.
*
Aelin was still in front of the huge departure board. All flights were cancelled. The recorded voice over the tannoy kept repeating that due to extreme whether all flights will be heavily affected, please contact the airline desk. She texted her parents to let them know that she was stuck in Doranelle due to the storm. Her father replied to stay safe and that they were looking forward to have her back.
She went to check-in anyway and got rid of her heavy luggage and the assistant told her that for now the airport was closed, but she was on the list for the next available.
With a sigh she grabbed her backpack and stuffed her jacket under her arm and slowly walked to the customer service area as recommended and prepared herself for a very long wait on the airport’s chairs and numerous bored walks around the terminal.
*
Rowan made it to the lounge and greeted the assistants whom he knew already since he and the other pilots were regulars there when on stand down in between flights.
“Hey Ro, stuck here?”
The woman was called Lyria and according to all of his colleagues she had a thing for him.
“Yeah, looks like we are in for a long one.” He scanned his staff badge and the barriers opened for him.
The room was packed and it looked like a lot of other people had the same idea. He finally spotted an empty table and with his long legs strode there and crashed on the comfy seats with a heavy sigh. From his suitcase he pulled out his book and went to the buffet to grab some orange juice and food. He was technically still on duty so strictly no alcohol. A shame. A beer would be a dream right now.
Once back he deposited his bounty on the table and cracked open the book.
*
It took Aelin a good ten minutes to find the customer service desk. She was busy talking with the assistant when a tall blonde woman dropped her bag quite abruptly on the counter and pushed her aside.
“Put me on the next flight to Rifthold.”
“I am sorry ma’am, but the airport is closed and no one is going anywhere.”
The blonde woman took out her purse “I can pay, I have all the cards. Tell me a price and I will pay.”
Aelin stared at the customer assistant take a deep breath “I am sorry, but the weather does not take cards.”
The obnoxious woman grunted in annoyance “You must be one of those foreigners who stays here and don’t bother to learn the language, because you are not understanding me,” she slammed all the credit cards on the desk “Give me a ticket to Rifthold.”
The petite woman behind the desk pushed the cards away “I am sorry to disappoint you but I was born and bred in Doranelle and I can understand you perfectly.” Aelin noticed that her Wendlyn accent had become more pronounced almost as if on purpose “As I said, unless you have a direct line with the gods who control the weather, you are stuck like every other soul.”
The blonde woman took her cards back and stormed away.
“I am sorry, miss.”
Aelin shook her head and walked back to the counter “Don’t worry, you have held yourself very well. And nice touch on making your accent clear. That shut her up.”
The woman smiled “speaking of accents, you are not from here.”
Aelin gave her a timid smile “No, I am from Terrasen. Loved it here but it’s time to get home.”
The assistant started tapping on her computer “I should not really do this, but this is a shitty situation and I don’t care. Better you than her.” She passed a new ticket to Aelin “You are now upgraded to first class on your next flight which means you can enjoy the lounge. There’s food and it’s cozy.”
Aelin was speechless and almost hugged the woman “I…” words failed her “Thank you so very much. I hope the next customers will be much nicer to you. Than you, thank you.” She held the ticket closer to her heart and grabbed her stuff.
She could not believe it.
Aelin was excited at going into the first class lounge. She always travelled economy and had no idea what lay behind those doors.
At the entrance she saw barriers and stopped, unaware of what to do.
“Scan the boarding pass,” said the brunette at the desk.
Aelin followed the instructions and the automatic gates opened and took a step inside.
*
Rowan had grabbed his headphones and was now relaxing in peace while snacking on hummus, pitta bread and other foods offered in the lounge. He was stuck and was definitely making the most of the situation.
He was soo engrossed in his book that he did not notice the woman standing at his table and apparently talking to him.
*
Aelin stepped inside the lounge and was amazed. It was buzzing and at the centre there was a massive buffet table with what she discovered was free food. Technically complimentary, those people paid a first class fare, she didn’t and for an instant she felt like an intruder.
Without passing as too eager, she grabbed a tray and filled it with a few small dishes, then got a cup of coffee with a crazy amount of sugar as she liked it and started looking for a table.
The lounge was choc-a-block and there were no seats left. Getting into the first class lounge and then not finding a seat seemed like a cosmic joke. She wandered a bit until in a corner she spotted a man with silver hair occupying a four seats table all by himself. The nerve. She noticed his uniform and that he was a pilot. Aelin took a deep breath and marched to him.
“Do you mind if I sit?”
Fine, he had headphones and was reading.
Aelin waved her hand “Hey?”
Pine green eyes stared at her. The most stunning green eyes she had ever seen. And a face that promised murder.
“What?” He growled as he pulled down the headphones.
“Can I sit? The lounge is very full.”
The man in front of her exhaled a deep annoyed breath and pulled down his legs from the chairs on the other side and went back listening to the music, reading and ignoring her.
*
Why? Wondered Rowan as the stranger sat opposite from him. Why some people thought it was acceptable to occupy a table that is already taken? The lounge was full. She could just go back to the terminal like all of the other passengers. He was a pilot and needed his down time.
Sneakily, he looked at her and she definitely did not belong there. She was probably flying first class on mum and dad’s money. Oh yes, she was the classic naive rich brat who goes around the world and never has worked a day in her life. The man in him though, could not fail to notice that she was stunning. Her hair was almost as gold and the eyes. They were piercing blue, with a ring of gold in them. Yes, she was annoying but he could not deny the facts. She was probably the most stunning woman he had ever seen.
Rowan was busy secretly staring at her that he did not notice that the woman was talking. To him apparently. Hellas, fate had given him a chatty table partner.
“What?” Another growl.
“Is that Wendlyn airlines colours? Are you a pilot? You must be, you have the wings and the cuff-rings. Were you due to fly today?”
Rowan wondered how to murder her and how to make it look like an accident. He placed the book down, careful not to lose his spot and stared at her “Yes, princess. I am a pilot and now I am stuck here, trying to relax and I have this annoying woman ruining my day.”
Aelin glared at him “Mala save me, you are grumpy.”
In irritation, he straightened his back “I am grumpy? I landed this morning and I was due to finish. But then my boss asked me to be on standby because as soon as this hellish snowstorm is over I will have to fly out any poor irritating soul that has been stuck in this damned place.”
He was hoping that shut her up but the woman instead smiled at him “But you are taking these people home or on holiday or to work. You are helping them achieving their goal. And if they are going back home to their families, it’s a happy ending.”
Rowan’s mouth fell open in disbelief. Who was this woman? “I don’t care who these people are. For me they are a number on my manifest that I am safely carrying from A to B.”
“That’s a very cold way to see it.”
“I am sorry princess if I burst your bubble,” his tone now harsh “Next time fly with Unicorn airlines and the captain will vomit rainbows once you land.”
Aelin grabbed her coffee and tried to ignore the comments.
“You better be a good pilot, because you are a shitty human being.” Aelin stood and stormed out of the lounge and found a quiet spot in a corner of the airport. She sat down and let the tears flow. She was so tired and felt lost. Her life had been put on hold. She had a plan a goal but then all came crashing down and in the past few months she had just existed. Aelin sniffled hard. That arsehole. As if a pretty uniform allowed him to treat people like garbage. She had been trying to find positivity in the small things to cope after her post miscarriage depression. Maybe she seemed naive to strangers but it had become her coping mechanism not to plunge in the abysm of desperation once again.
She sat in silence and let the tears flow until she was spent, then grabbed her stuff and started walking. Her experience in the first class lounge had been brief and ruined by the worst pilot in Wendlyn airlines.
Knowing that she had possibly many more hours ahead Aelin started walking back and forth in the terminal, noticing all the people who, just like her, were trying to pass the time.
Her feet took her again at the end of the terminal where all the lounges were. The first class had a window on the runaways and another right on the terminal. She looked up and noticed the table she had occupied before. What she was not expecting was the silver haired pilot staring at her from the big window.
*
Rowan had felt bad. Yes, she was a bit naive but he had been downright rude. Maybe he really had to start to keep his grumpiness at bay. He could not remove from his mind her dejected stare at his words. He had hurt her. Of that he had no doubt. He stood and went to window to stare at all the passengers walking around the terminal and thought about her words. Those people were not just a number on a manifest. He could see their smiles at the prospect of going on holiday or home, businessmen and women itching to get off to run to their meeting. The woman was right, there were stories behind those faces. But his job was to fly them safely to their destination and to keep his cool in a crisis. Having some sort of detachment made his life easier.
His eyes scanned the busy terminal until he spotted a mane of golden hair that attracted his attention. The woman stopped and looked up. Blue eyes stared right into his soul and in that instant his right hand took a life on its own and rose waving lightly in her direction.
He saw her eyes widen at the surprise and waved back, but no smile reached her eyes. A second later he was gesturing like a madman for her to come up.
Once she moved he ran to the bar and asked something to the bartender and once ready took it to the table and then walked to the entrance of the lounge and waited for her.
Behind him he could feel Lyria’s stare but he ignored her.
The woman arrived a few minutes later and scanned her boarding card to go back in.
Rowan pointed to the table and she followed.
“A peace offering,” he indicated the warm drink on the table “the bartender assured me it’s sugary and sweet.”
Aelin looked at the drink in front of her. It was a hot chocolate with cream, marshmallows and sprinkles of various colours and a few chocolate sticks popping out.
“That’s a drink you’d get on Unicorn airlines.”
Aelin chuckled lightly “I am Aelin by the way.”
“Captain arsehole, a.k.a Rowan.”
She took a sip of the drink and it was sweet just how she loved it and noticed he only had a black coffee “no hot chocolate for you?”
He waved his hand in a dismissive motion “nah, I will leave eating unicorn stuff to you.”
The smile he gave her was very faint and Aelin wondered how he’d look with a full smile.
“So, why the peace offering?”
He played with some of the olives on a small plate “I had no right to talk to you that way.”
Aelin took a sip as an excuse to gather her thoughts “I am not a princess, or a spoiled brat travelling with her parent’s money.”
A sharp air intake left Rowan’s lips.
“Yes, you had the face. You judged me as soon as I sat down and assumed that I was all of the above.”
He stared at her and once again he noticed that veil of sadness in her. He wanted to see her smile and lit up the room.
“Bad habit,” he chuckled “You know when you get off the plane and sometimes you have the captain there too telling you good bye?” He explained hoping to light the mood “Once the plane is empty, the crew and I love to comment on some of the passengers. Nothing cruel, sometimes is to destress after a long haul flight and have a laugh.”
Aelin gave him a weak smile “anything weird?”
“Once we were flying to Melisandre and one of my crew told me that this couple had their blankets all over them. They kept an eye on them, refused in-flight meals and then half way through the flight they got to the toilet one at a time. When they disembarked they were tomato red in their faces.”
Aelin burst out laughing “Holy shit, no.”
Rowan nodded solemnly “We have a feeling they went for another type of in flight entertainment.”
“Fuck, people can be so disgusting.”
“It was a good thing it was the last flight of the day. We managed to sanitise the seats heavily.”
Aelin munched on a chocolate stick “So, is being a pilot as trendy as it seems?”
Rowan went silent. He loved flying. He did a few years in the airforce and when he left he got easily a job as commercial pilot. He already had the training and a lot of flying hours. It had been an easy transition and less traumatic. But no, definitely it lacked all the romanticised aspects “It’s a job. I love flying.”
“But you can visit so many places.”
He snorted “On a short layover I have little time. If I fly domestic routes in Wendlyn it’s very much a back and forth.” He explained, playing with his spoon “Today I should have come off the Antica flight and got home and come back tomorrow to fly out to Melisandre.”
Aelin was silent.
“I don’t get to see much of the lands I visit. I put the plane down, there’s a lot of stuff to do, then I will probably have to go through customs, although crew has priority, and most of the time I go back to the hotel, eat and sleep.”
“That sucks,” she stuffed a marshmallow in her mouth “I love airports, the buzz and the excitement of a trip.”
Rowan rolled his eyes “you have seen one, you seen them all.”
Aelin shrugged and Rowan studied her reaction “How can you always be so positive?”
He stared at her face grow dark all of a sudden while staring outside the big window.
“To cope,” she said very, very quietly.
Rowan did not miss the pain in her voice. His hand slowly moved to hers and covered it gently. When he hard her sniffle he realised there was something hurting her. And for some reason, he felt the urge to comfort this stranger who had sat down at his table on a shitty day.
“Aelin…”
She brushed her face quickly and gave him a tired smile “sorry… I am fine.”
He stared at her. She was not fine.
“I know I am the last person to whom you want to bare your soul, but I am not as a bastard as I appear.”
Aelin broke. Heavy sob escaped her and her shoulders shook.
All Rowan could do was to sit at her side and pull her face to his chest and hide her from the crowd.
“Your uniform will get wet.”
“Having beautiful women cry on you is part of the job.” He hoped that the cheesy line lifted her spirits a little.
“I am twenty eight and I am moving back to my parents because my life in Doranelle went to shit,” she sobbed hard “I am divorced and I was useless as a wife.”
Rowan felt the need to hold her tight “I doubt that.”
“While I was bleeding in bed after a miscarriage, my husband was busy fucking his secretary.”
Rowan did not know the man but all of a sudden he felt the need to smash his face.
“I lost our baby and…” her sobs intensified.
“I am so sorry, damn Aelin that… must have hurt.”
“I feel like a failure.”
Rowan pulled back and grabbed her face in his hands “No, I barely know you but you cannot call yourself a failure because you lost a baby and,” he paused “if your ex made you feel so, well it’s a good thing that the bastard is gone.”
“I am sorry…” she apologised “I just dumped all my troubles on you…”
He squeezed her “sometimes it feels nice to vent to a stranger or in our case to another stranded partner.”
That made her chuckle and he relaxed at the sound.
Rowan then stood and offered her a hand “Come.”
Aelin was not sure but then accepted and grabbed her backpack and jacket.
Rowan took her hand and they started walking. She followed him in silence until he stopped in front of the multi faith chapel.
“Come.”
Aelin was puzzled and followed him inside. The room was beautiful with wooden walls and a big window.
“When it’s quite I like to come here and sit. It’s empty and I find it relaxing.”
There were wooden benches along the wall and he sat down, patting the spot at his side.
Aelin sat and closed her eyes. The place was silent and a sense of peace descended on her. She felt Rowan’s shoulder brushed hers and she inhaled his scent. Rowan smelled of pine and snow. He smelled like home.
“I am sorry I cried all over you.”
At her side Rowan sighed “I am sorry for how I treated you. I assumed things…”
“We both said horrible things.”
Rowan chuckled “We can start from scratch again.”
Aelin turned her head to him “Hi, I am Aelin.”
“Hi, I am Rowan.” They shook hands and then they fell back in silence for a moment.
Rowan turned his head to the window and stared at the snow. It was even worse “I don’t think we’ll fly today.”
*
They spent a few hours in the room and talked and Aelin could not believe how easy it was to talk to him. She learned he was born in Doranelle, that he had been in the airforce for a few years and then retired and joined Wendlyn airlines. He had confessed that he was not a fan of sugary stuff and Aelin had almost left him alone in the room. She would admit that he was a pleasant person to be around.
When some people came into the room they left and Rowan gave her a tour of the airport but with a personal touch and from the perspective of someone who was in there multiple times a week.
In the end, they went back to the lounge and Rowan retrieved his suitcase from the bar staff and occupied a table with two comfy sofas at each side “Looks like we managed to find a much better spot,” Aelin smiled and sat down and looked at the window that now gave them a view of the runaway.
Rowan came back a bit later with food for both and a pitcher with orange juice “Hope this is okay.”
“Is the lounge staff staying here all night?”
He nodded “yes, staff for essential shops and lounges have been asked to stay open to help all the stranded passengers.”
Aelin took her food and they had dinner and chatted happily and got to know each other a little more.
*
The following morning Rowan woke up after falling asleep on the sofa. He had a lovely night with Aelin and realised she was nothing like he had pictured her. She was an editor and loved books just as much as him and they had talked for hours about their favourite authors. He had never felt that connected with anyone and it felt amazing. When she fell asleep he made sure to cover her with her coat and then stared at her sleeping. Her face peaceful in her slumber.
He went to grab some coffee and noticed that the sky was a deep blue and the snowstorm had cleared. The ploughs were busy scurrying around the airport and clearing near the hubs and the main runaways. That was a good sign. He took his phone and saw that he had been allocated a flight. It was the 14:00 hrs flight to Orynth. He smiled.
Back at the table Aelin was awake and was brushing the sleep off her eyes “Morning, princess, I bring coffee.” He then smiled “look outside.”
Aelin turned her head and squealed in delight when she noticed the sun and the blue sky.
Rowan had loved that sound and the smile that burst on her face.
“Are we flying?”
“Check your phone.”
Aelin quickly grabbed her mobile and noticed a notification from her airline telling her that she was booked on the 14:00 flight to Orynth.
“Yes, my flight is at 2 p.m.”
Rowan hid his smile behind the cup of coffee.
“What about you?”
“We’ll see.”
*
Aelin and Rowan had exchanged numbers before going separate ways. Somehow she wanted to stay in touch with him. He had promised her to text when he was in Orynth so she could be his guide.
Now she was finally at the gate ready to board her plane. Excitement was bubbling over her. After almost 24 hrs stuck in an airport she was ready to finally go home, but a pang of sadness hit her too. She wished she had more time with Rowan.
Aelin took her seat and was giddy at being in first class. Crew brought her wine and Aelin indulged and treated herself. She heard the voice from the cockpit tell the crew to put the door on manual and cross check.
“Good afternoon, I am Rowan and I will be your captain for this flight to Orynth. We are expecting to push back in about twenty minutes as the ground crew is finishing to load your bags. Flight time is expected to be around three hours. We might encounter some turbulence over the Great Ocean and then it should be a smooth flight as far as Perranth. Current weather in Orynth is snowy, but the guys up there are more equipped than us to deal with a bit of white stuff. Local temperature is -10C which I am told is basically summer.”
Aelin giggled and the rest of the plane did the same. Rowan was taking her home and her heart raced madly.
“Now sit back and relax and let the crew look after you. I will give you updates as the flight progresses.”
“
It was three hours later when they finally landed. The flight had been bumpy, but nothing majorly scary. She had worse.
Aelin waited till everyone was off to stand from her seat. Rowan had popped out from the cockpit and was greeting the disembarking passengers.
She grabbed her belongings and walked towards the crew.
He gave her a smile.
“Thank you for the pleasant flight, captain.”
He winked at her and she exited the aircraft into the tunnel.
*
She was at home unpacking her suitcases when a text reached her.
I will be in Orynth for a few days. I have been given extra layover time since I was not meant to be on duty. I will need a guide. Someone told me there is a great coffee shop in the old part of the town.
Aelin smiled and texted back whoever told you that is a wise person. I need today with my parents. Can we do tomorrow?
I am on my way to my hotel to crash and sleep. I will be rested by then. Text me a time and I will find my way there.
Just be careful in the snow, you Wendlyn people cannot cope with our levels.
I will see you tomorrow, menace.
Aelin squealed in delight and in silence she thanked the weather for stranding her in airport.
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lonely but not alone
pairing: non-idol!minghao x gn!reader
prompt: some comfort for some shitty feelings.
word count: 1.2k~
warnings: depression warning + mentions of self harm (hitting) with measures taken to stop it (no self harm occurs directly in the fic itself, but minghao acknowledges it happening + the bruise left behind) mentions of therapy. intentional lowercase & no proofreading.
daisy’s notes: n/a.
> can you come over? i don’t want to be alone tonight.
minghao made his way over to your apartment with nothing but a confirmation that he’d be there in half an hour. he made it in twenty, even with his stop for groceries along the way, and let himself in. minghao knew you. he knew you didn’t like to say certain things outright, even though he’d been your longtime friend before he was ever your boyfriend. even though he knew your struggles because you confessed them to him. he remembered the weight of your body against his own that night, face buried in his shirt as he just held you through the storm, and told you he’d be right there when you woke up from your crying-fatigued nap.
he knew you wouldn’t have eaten dinner. he knew that, most likely, you’d have gone to bed once you came home from work and not budged from your spot. he opened your fridge, looking through for the other things he’d need. the basics he knew you’d have. with a careful hand, minghao made you dinner the way he knew you’d like it, and he carried it to your room. normally, he’d be against eating in bed (it was always a risk for a mess that neither of you would feel like cleaning up), but you wouldn’t move out of bed. minghao knew you too well.
getting you to eat was always an easy enough task. the smell would entice you to sit up, and sometimes he’d feed you first just to incentivize you to take over the task for yourself because he knew you hated being babied. he sat at the foot of your bed, watching you eat quietly, and he studied your face.
there was a bruise underneath your eye. minghao had studied your face and your skin during sleepless nights enough times to notice the slightest discoloration, and having your bedroom light on helped as well. he said nothing. this was a discussion for tomorrow morning. all he did was gently reach out when you were done, thumb brushing over the bruise just to see how bad it was.
“i know.” you sighed. “it was bad tonight.”
he kissed your forehead. “let me put this away,” he said as he took the remnants of your dinner, half-eaten. sometimes he’d tease you about not liking his cooking, but not tonight. not when he could see the way your eyes are bloodshot and wet, not when he knew there was a bruise there.
he made a mental calculation as he was covering the plate with plastic wrap. that was at least several months since the last time, right? it was progress. one relapse didn’t erase all of that. you didn’t have a hair tie on your wrist to snap--you lost them way too easily. he’d bring you another pack. your therapist said that it was better to snap them against your skin than to do anything else, and one day they’d work with you to stop that, next.
he checked the calendar you had on your fridge after making a small bag of ice. all of the dates were marked into your phone as well, but you always wrote them out. if minghao swung by, he could see them (you liked keeping him in the loop), and if something happened to your phone, you’d still have them. your next appointment wasn’t for another week and a half... maybe you needed something sooner. but that was a morning conversation, too. right now you needed support. tomorrow the two of you could take steps to get better, to work on things, but tonight was the time to sit and let the emotions work their way through. he’d be right there to hold you through it.
minghao draped his sweater over you. he refreshed his cologne before he left home, just because he knew the smell comforted you. he had the bottle in his bag, too, and he’d spray it onto the little stuffed frog you owned in the morning (he had an identical one at home: you said they were a pair, like the two of you, and he could always hold it and think of you when he missed being with you). he pressed the ice--wrapped in a dishtowel to prevent direct contact--against your cheek, and you went to hold it in place.
even if he knew some things were meant to be talked about in the morning, minghao started to search for his spare set of clothing. “do you want to talk tonight or tomorrow?”
silence. a long sigh. “tomorrow, hao.”
“okay.” he grabbed the change of clothes from the bottom of your closet, and he could smell your favorite fabric softener on them--fresh enough for him to know that you’d recently washed them. that meant whatever set you off had happened recently. “do you want to tell me what happened?”
you flopped back onto the bed, his sweater now held against your front. “one of my coworkers got passive aggressive again. i don’t think he meant to do it, but...” you let out another sigh. he watched you for a moment, folding the shirt he’d been wearing. “i dunno, hao. i feel like i’m being too sensitive.”
minghao set his folded clothes aside when he was done, and crawled into bed next to you. he reached for your free hand, wrapping his hands around it. “what about the rest of your week? you told me you were getting stressed.”
you shut your eyes, pressing the makeshift ice pack a little further into your face. “i should be used to it.”
“you said this week was different because things were backed up,” he said. “it’s not your fault. you did the best you could and if someone was getting passive aggressive, then it’s their fault for not communicating any issues in a mature way.” he inched a little closer to you. whatever your coworker said had been the last straw.
“i dunno. maybe you’re right.”
“people can mess up sometimes,” he said, “and act immaturely about things, but they should realize it’s not fair to you to speak to you like that. it’s not helpful to anyone, either.”
“can we stop talking about it?”
he nodded, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “do you want to talk about anything in particular?”
“not really,” you said. “can you sing for me, minghao?”
minghao always knew when you needed things the most. he nodded, gently pulling you into his arms so that you could listen to his heart beating, too: a reminder that he was there, alive, with you. he cleared his throat, and softly began to sing to you things that he knew would comfort you. things he learned long ago and perfected in his own time, just to help calm you in moments like these. he absentmindedly traced circles into your back, eyes shut as he listened to the sound of his own voice, quiet and gentle, and your breathing.
“minghao?” you said at one point, far after minghao had thought you’d drifted off. “i love you. i’m sorry.”
“don’t be,” he pressed a kiss onto the top of your head. “i’m here because i love you. let’s get some sleep, okay?”
he set aside the ice pack for you, and let you snuggle into his chest once more. the hard part would come in the morning after, but he would happily let you find a safe haven any day in his arms if it meant you knew you weren’t alone.
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today was a great day. i'm such a happy clam. i got the run-down on a project i'm taking part in - editing the semiannual global risk report. the Official Employee™ who's in charge of it is gonna be out of the office for two weeks, and the document is due relatively soon, so i'll be editing it in the time he's gone. he said he has complete trust in me in whatever i want to do. he said i have free reign over it. i'm fuckin hype. i also told him if he ever leaves that i want his job. 😂
but today was quiet and we watched a few things mostly unfold and turn out to not be an issue either because it was a false report (the "shooting" at the tesla gigaplant or whatever in texas which was confirmed to not be real) or over quickly (the real shooting of a few people after which the perpetrators fled but were caught shortly thereafter). there are, of course, a bunch of fires, lots of flooding, and the upgrading of the typhoon in china to blue and then yellow in severity. beijing will likely be under orange or red for their advisory - red is the most severe, blue the least. red means more than 4" of rain in 3 hours and blue is about 2" of rain in 12 hours. yellow is ~2" of rain in 6 hours and orange is ~2" of rain in three hours.
it's a cool system. i wrote it down and put it on my monitor.
i'm in bed already. it's quarter of 9. i'm just beat. but i love my job. i was also able to reschedule a few appointments i have soon, so that's good. and i got some cuddles early this morning, but joel is out right now and won't be back until much later. i almost asked him to bring me home some food and to wake me up to eat it, but i had a yogurt and went to bed instead.
i like my job also a lot because i'm able to share information that doesn't come up in conversation with other people. i like to share things i know! and i like to look things up and share those, too, if i need to. i like sharing. so i share with you every day! 💜
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Lord Holland recounts his meeting with Caroline Murat in Rome in 1830. Even at this point—fifteen years after the execution of her husband, and nine years after the death of her brother Napoleon—she is still being hounded by the Allies, and her movements heavily surveilled and restricted. She is about to be driven from Rome prematurely, while visiting her sick mother. Lord Holland worries that he might even be denied entry into Naples simply for having visited her.
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From The Journal of the Hon. Henry Edward Fox (afterwards fourth and last Lord Holland) 1818-1830; London, 1923. Pages 374-6.
June 21 [1830]. Rome. In the morning I wrote to Mme Murat expressing my hopes that I might be permitted to call upon her before she went, and begging her to appoint a time. The reply I received was a wish to see me at 3 o’clock. Of course I was punctual. Hortense’s apartment in the Palazzo Ruspoli, which she has lent her during her visit to Rome, I found all sossopra [upside-down]. The dinner was just over and the faquini [porters] were taking away the dinner things from a room full of half-packed trunks, boxes, waste paper, and in fact in perfect disorder. I was kept waiting a short time talking to the black, skinny, grinning dame-de-compagnie, before Mme Murat appeared. I was much struck with the great remains of beauty she still possesses. She is stout, and her figure is not good, but rather thick and stumpy; however, notwithstanding that, she is very graceful and dignified in her motions. Her complexion, which I had heard was blotched and bad, was very clear and her features are regular and small. Her mouth has a very peculiar expression of firmness and decision, which when it relaxes into a smile is uncommonly pretty and playful. She reminded me of the Dme of Bedford, tho’ her person is smaller and more delicate. Her voice is very sweet. She speaks French with a very strong Italian accent, but with great fluency.
When I first saw her she was extremely agitated, having received an intimation that the ten days first accorded her were to be limited to eight, and that she must depart to-morrow. She had sent to appeal, and had protested that having come to Rome to fulfil a sacred duty towards her mother, probably on her death-bed, that she would yield to force alone and not go into her carriage till the military came to order her to do so. Since she has been at Rome there have been no less than twelve meetings of the Corps Diplomatique, and several reams of paper have been filled. She told me, what I own I did not credit till afterwards it was confirmed by Gargarin, that Lord Stuart de Rothesay (who the other day refused to interfere in her behalf about some new lawsuit, because he said he was not authorized to do so by his employers) took upon his own responsibility, without having time to communicate with London, to sign a protest against her being permitted to remain at Rome. How completely we are become the instruments of these rotten old dynasties!!! She was expecting a reply to her last application, and had given her son-in-law, Rasponi, and Vannutelli rendezvous at the Coliseum, whither she begged me to accompany her, if I did not fear being seen in her carriage. Of course I went with her, tho’ I had some apprehension that I might, in consequence, be refused a passport to Naples. She had never seen any of the many interesting sights here, as in all the journies she made thro’ Rome, “ceux qui m’accompagnaient” [those who accompanied me] travelled so fast that she scarcely ever remained more than two or three hours in the town.
She speaks with much agitation at the persecution of the Allies towards her, and said she almost regrets having come, as now when she is torn away from her mother she must make up her mind to never meeting again on this side of the grave. However her vanity is considerably flattered by all the importance the foreign courts seem to attach to her movements, and the persecuting distinction they shew her in contrast to the other members of the Bonaparte family. All ideas of being still an object of admiration to men she has not relinquished, and she owned to me that had it not been for her love for Christine, “elle aura volontiers fait tourner la tête à ce cher Dudley.” [she will gladly have turned dear Dudley’s head.] She has much dignity, and yet nothing repulsive in her manner or the least etiquettical. We walked about the Coliseum for half an hour, while her black skeleton dame-de-compagnie struggled to the summit. At length Vannutelli and Rasponi returned with the ultimate reply of the Cardinal’s Secretary, that they would grant to-morrow, but that on the following day she must leave Rome. She turned very pale, her voice quivered from agitation. “Eh bien, je partirai quand on viendra me chasser. Une insulte de plus ou une insulte de moins ne leur coutera rien.” [Well, I’ll leave when they come to hunt me. One insult more or less will cost them nothing.] We drove by the Temple of Vesta to her mother’s. She was too absorbed to look much about her. I left her at her mother’s door, and went home where I tried to remain very quiet to undo the harm walking about and coming to Rome has done me.
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Do you own a pocketknife, or any other kind of multi-tool?
Yeah. I don’t carry it with me though.
What did your mother study at university?
I believe she was studying to be a counselor.
When was the last time your living situation changed in any way?
2017 when we moved into our apartment.
What was the last thing you took a video of?
Kitties.
Has anyone ever tried to convert you to their religion?
Uh huh.
Are there any ways in which your childhood was highly atypical?
Surely.
What’s something that used to really stress you out, but doesn’t anymore?
Bro everything stresses me out all the time always.
Do you prefer to be around introverted or extroverted people?
Depends.
Have you ever stayed in a hostel?
Nope.
Have you ever been somewhere where you didn’t fluently speak the local language?
No.
What’s an interesting fact about the last person you hugged?
He’s married to me heheh.
Have you ever dated someone from a very different socioeconomic background?
No.
Do you own a disco ball?
No.
Were you born before or after the collapse of the Soviet Union?
Before.
What is your least favorite kind of weather?
I HATE the transitional weather in the midwest between spring and summer. Like when it’s 10F in the morning and then 70F by the afternoon. And then one day it’s 80F and the next is 30F. It’s just like 3 months of being teased by warm weather. I hate that shit. Oddly enough, I do love Fall weather, but for some reason that just hits different. I think it’s because even when it starts to get cool in the fall, it’s still a bit humid, so it’s like, a different kinda cool? Like a crisp cool down instead if a teasing warm up? Idk how to explain it but basically 60F in the Fall > 60F in the Spring.
What was the last housework you did?
Kitty boxes.
What was the amount of the last check you wrote?
I don’t remember.
Do you have any home exercise equipment?
Not really.
What mountain range is closest to your house?
Maybe the Catskills? Or whatever is in Pennsylvania? I don’t feel like looking.
Have you ever had famous neighbors?
Jeff Tweedy lives in the same neighborhood as my dad.
Describe the ‘look’ you did the last time you wore makeup?
I just did a really simple look for the Ren Faire. I had sunglasses on most of the day anyway.
If you got pregnant the 1st time you had sex, how old would the kid be now?
Oh Jesus Christ. They’d be 14.
Have you ever polished and waxed your car?
Nope.
As a kid, did you have any friends with parents who yelled a lot?
I’m sure I did.
If so, did you avoid going to their house because of it?
Eh.
Are you competitive?
I can be, but not usually.
What’s the biggest risk you’ve ever taken?
I don’t know, staying alive?
What was your last received text message about?
Lolly confirming my nail appointment for tomorrow.
Have you ever lived in a small community where everyone knew each other?
Nope.
What are some of your least favorite foods?
Water chestnuts, Cheetos, pork chops.
Do you give your pets gifts and treats for their birthday/adoption day?
Treats.
Has anyone ever set you up on a blind date? If so, how did it go?
Nope.
Are you a procrastinator?
I can be.
What was the last thing you said out loud?
“Veeeektor” in a weird accent lol.
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I wrote this little 600 words thing for a Teen Wolf community, but nobody understood what I was going for. I know I'm a shitty writer but apparently, I need to share it here to confirm that indeed, I am a shitty writer, and what in my mind was clear and awesome, with a little mystery until the reveal, was actually a mess.
No tag were added so I can still confuse people here, thank you.
The Envelope
It was going to be a great week. Mondays weren't her favorite days, but there was a feeling that something big would happen, that something would change her mood for the week. It better be good, she had plans, PLANS for Friday.
Mondays meant school started again and that alone was enough to make her not like that much Mondays. The first day of the week always meant mentally cursing at everything. She saw teenagers brooding and parents with kids crying their lungs off in the backseat, and wondered how a little cute baby could grow up to be… that. don’t get her wrong, she liked kids, but she had enough of her life as it was.
She got up the bed and went with her normal routine for breakfast. She was more tired than usual, but nothing that coffee wouldn't cure. Lately, she was feeling nauseous and with a headache that didn't go away as easily as normal. She blamed it on her age, laughing that she was becoming a grandma.
But Friday would be amazing.
Friday was Valentine’s day.
There wasn't a specific reason, but she wanted this Valentine’s to be special. There was an order for roses, because who said a woman couldn't buy flowers for the love of her life? Candles and nice dishes. Even a fancy tablecloth, one like that reminded her of a restaurant. They would stay at home because going out was overrated and pricy. She knew he was too busy with work and he would want a nice night in.
But before all the surprises, she needed to pass Monday.
Monday sucked.
She looked at the envelope, already open and lying on the bed. She made an appointment with a doctor the week before and now she had the results. So the nausea and the headache weren't because she was getting stressed and tired.
Shit.
“What I’m going to do now?”, she mumbled.
Monday turned Tuesday and turned Wednesday. Night become morning and the week passed in a blur. She tried to keep going as usual, but it was hard when the only thing she could think of was The Envelope. She went through the motions, waking up, breakfast, school, lunch, homework, cleaning, dinner, and repeat.
Valentine's day arrived, making her heart hurt. God, she was so excited about that and now she was a ball of worry.
She should tell him, this affected both of them. She loved him so much and the news would change everything. There wasn't a single doubt in her heart that he would stay with her through all of it. But her heart also wanted him to enjoy the night date without worry between them. A romantic comedy on the tv as background noise, where love was the solution to all.
She heard the car arriving at the house and the decision was made. Not tonight. She smiled, trying to show the love and adoration she had for him, and gave him a slow kiss as a welcome.
“I wasn't expecting this reception”, he said, his arms still around her waist. “Happy Valentine's day.“ Something in her eyes was different, she knew that and he noticed it.
“You know, whatever is it, you can tell me”, he said.
“Tomorrow. Let me have tonight��
“Tomorrow”.
They ate, talked, laughed, and later cuddle on the couch, half paying attention to the movie, half talking low about everything and nothing. The red roses in a vase decorated the living room next to pictures of her family.
Upstairs, hidden in a drawer was The Envelope, the incurable diagnosis with the complicated name inside, waiting for her to be brave enough. Downstairs, a deputy was smiling as his wife told him the story of their 8 year old son asking a million questions about why he was sent to spend the night at his best friend's house and why there were so many red things around the house with the shape of a heart.
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from three to five?
pairing | stucky x pregnant!reader
summary | reader finds out she’s pregnant and tells the boys but they all get suprised in the end
warnings | pregnancy and indication of smut
a/n | hi my darlings!!!!! i love stucky with all my heart and wrote this bc i thought it would be super cute! i apologize if their are any mistakes about the pregnancy thing and the ultrasound stuff because quite frankly i know absolutely NOTHING about pregnancy except the basic stuff that everyone knows. anyway i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it!! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3 feel free to send in requests!!
the minute you found out you were pregnant you couldn’t wait to tell your husbands knowing how happy they would be from countless amounts of times they told you they had wanted to have kids especially with you.
after a romantic dinner that wanda and nat had  thoroughly helped you plan you had come back home to the compound eager for your boys to find out the surprise.
as you walked into the living room wanda and nat were sitting their talking
“ah your back! so how was the date!” wanda said when she noticed your presence
“it was great! we’re gonna call it a night. we’ll see you ladies in the morning.” steve said as he grabbed three water bottles from the fridge and waved to the girls
“good to hear! good night..” nat said winking at you when the boys had turned their backs to them confirming it was all set
“god my feet are killing me!” you said as you took your shoes off and continued walking down the hall to your bedroom
“yeah? change out of that dress and me and stevie will run you a bath alright doll?” bucky said placing his hand on your back as steve was twisting the handle on the door
“okay buck” you said smiling knowing that probably wasn’t going to happen
as steve flicked the light switch on his foot steps came to a halt causing bucky to bump into him
“hey wh-” bucky said before realizing why steve had stopped
their was a bunch of blue and pink balloons scattered around the room, two pregnancies tests lying on the bed with a poster board that said ‘barnes-rogers baby coming soon…’ on it
as the boys turned back to look at you to confirm if what they were seeing was a dream or not it was immediately confirmed when they saw the wide smile on your face
“suprise!!”
after neither of them said anything for a minute or two you turned to walk in front of them
“hey is something wrong?” you said as your mind was racing with scenarios in which they weren’t happy that you were pregnant
as you were about to say something else both boys wrapped their arms around you and you swore you’d never felt more safe
“nothings wrong sweetheart nothing at all. it’s just we’ve dreamed of this day for so long and we can’t believe it’s actually happening.” bucky said as you felt a warm tear hit your face from his
“we love you doll so so much, and we can’t wait to raise a baby with you.”
“yeah?” you said pulling away from the hug to look at them with red noses and tear stained eyes
“yeah” they said in sync just admiring you
it didn’t last long until you were all attacking eachother like hungry animals
the next morning you woke up with two super soldiers on top of you one with his hand on your stomach and one with his hand on your boob
you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight
as you tried slipping from beneath them to start to get ready you were stopped when weight was pressed on too you and multiple pleas were heard
“doll where are you going? it’s too early stay in bed” steve said as he nuzzled his head into your neck
“stevie we have to get ready.” you said stroking his hair through your fingers still a knotted mess from last night
“ready for what?”he said as you felt his eyebrows knit against your neck
“i have a ultrasound appointment scheduled for today.” you said knowing that would wake the both of them up
and it did like two children on christmas morning
“i’ve got breakfast!” bucky said as he kissed you on the cheek and slipped on some joggers to exit the room
“i’ll start getting ready.” steve said as he ran to the bathroom leaving you their giddy at the idea of your boys being this excited for your tiny human that wasn’t even born yet. imagining what they’d be like when it was born.
it took about two hours for you all to be ready and out of the house with a few arguments on why you shouldn’t drive and they should you ended up winning because they had no idea where the doctors office you went to was.
after about a 20 minute drive you had arrived at the doctors office checking in you all sat in the waiting room until your name was called. as you watched bucky and steve’s face all you could see was nervousness in their eyes as they looked around at all the pregnant moms and how different they all looked. some were earlier on in their trimester some were at the very end.
“you okay?” you asked them placing a hand on each of their knees
“hm yeah yeah we’re good! doing fine doll.” bucky said steve nodding in agreement
“alright we’ll their about to call my name so i wanna make sure your alright to head in their…” you said with a grin on your face
“we’re fine just a little nervous!”steve said kissing your cheek
after 5 minutes had past of you and the boys talking about baby names and you repeatedly telling them the baby would not be named ‘buckeve’ which was a name they had made up between a combination of their names your name had finally been called
“y/n?”
in usion your heads all turned to the voice and stood up
“it’s nice to see you all! please follow me!” the nurse said
you followed her to the room and listens to the instructions she gave you
“okay so your doctor is with any other patient right now but he should be too much longer so what i’m gonna have you do is sit tight for a few minutes and he’ll come in and set you up okay?”
with a nod of your head and a smile the nurse left telling all you have to enjoy the rest of your day and that she hopes everything goes well.
a knock on the door had halted your conversation with the boys
“come in!” you said
“we’ll hello y/n! how are you doing?” the doctor with the gray hair and winkled face said as he smiled at you
“hi! i’m doing well thank you! these are my husbands james and steve!” you said motioning to the men on the right of you as they waved
“ah well it’s nice to meet you! are you excited to see your baby for the first time?” he said as he started setting up his equipment
“yes very excited! a little nervous though.” steve said placing his hand on the back of your beck a gesture he would do that made you feel protected
“oh well i promise there’s nothing to be nervous about! everything will be just fine. now y/n can you pull your shirt up so i can place this cream on your stomach?” he said
“yeah of course!” you said lifting your shirt
“alright this is gonna be a litte cold just wanna warn you!” he said as he went to place the cream on your stomach
“oh yeah that’s cold!” you said as he placed the cream all over your stomach
“sorry about that! alright let me get this all set up so we can see your baby!” he said grabbing the wand part of the ultrasound machine
as the doctor got the machine working he explained to you what he was gonna be doing so you could somewhat understand what was going on.
“alright let’s see here! welp that’s your baby their on the screen! your very early on so it’s only the size of maybe a pea now but it’ll definitely grow quickly!” he said as tears filled your eyes and the boys both stared at the screen in awe
“hang on a minute..” the doctor said immediately wiping the look of joy on your face and replacing it with worry
“is something wrong sir?” bucky asked concerned
“no no nothings wrong! i just think i might’ve made a miscalculation that’s all.” he said giving any context
“and that miscalculation would be….” you said impatient
“looks like your having twins! congrats!!” he said with a massive smile on his face showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth
“twins??” bucky said in disbelief while you still couldn’t speak in utter shock and feeling like the happiest woman in the world
“oh my god…we’re gonna have twins!!” you said looking back at bucky and steve as the realization hit you.
“i’ll get these printed out and give you guys a bit of privacy. congratulations you three! these kids are so lucky to have you all.” he said as he walked out
you all sat their in shock and pure joy for what seemed to be forever before a noise was finally heard
you turned back to see bucky trying to wipe the tears falling from his eyes
“oh buck c’mere!” you said with open arms
“i’m sorry doll i’m just so happy. i never in my life would’ve thought anything like this would happen to me. this is the happiest day of my life! you both make me so happy! i just love you so much doll so so much.” he said sobbing into your neck
“i love you more bucky. i’m so proud of you.” you said rubbing his back as you mouthed ‘i’m proud of you too stevie’ to steve and he smiled knowing without you even having to tell him
as the day went on all the boys could talk about was your babies. what their names would be,their genders,how you would dress them,what their nursery would look like, just basically anything and everything.
you just admired the pure admiration on the boys faces as they talked about your children and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.
#stucky ♡#pregnant!reader x stucky#stucky x pregnant reader#stucky x reader#stucky x you#stucky x y/n#stucky fluff#stucky smut#stucky angst#marvel#marvel fanfiction#marvel masterlist
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not telling them you’re pregnant - f!reader
- fluff, sliiiight angst maybe
- characters: suna, sakusa, semi
- warnings: pregnancy (i don’t go into detail of giving birth or anything), cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, two mention of the act of sex in semi’s, some cursing
- wc: 1.4k, 888, 946
a/n: it’s f!reader cuz pregnancy but there’s no specific pronouns/gendered terms used
also idk how suna got so long, he was the last one i wrote for bc i couldnt think of anything lmao
[2. iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama]
SUNA
#! suna has been practicing late into the night the past few weeks
#! there’s a big game coming up and the entire team is feeling the pressure and adrenaline from the crunch time
#! you haven’t been feeling too good lately, a lot heavier and more tired than usual
#! thinking it was just stress from work and the missing presence of your boyfriend, you pushed through it and thought it would go away in the next few days
#! unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side and you started to get sudden needs to throw up
#! it didn’t take you long to realize why your physical and mental drive have been down lately
#! you’re pregnant
#! or you believe you are
#! you bought a few tests, some of different brands so you can have a variety, and headed home to confirm your suspicion
#! a few minutes later, staring back at you was multiple positive symbols and the bolded ‘PREGNANT’s
#! taking a few deep breaths, you decided to tell suna tonight once he comes home
#! you thought it was better to let him know as soon as possible
#! it wouldn’t hurt anyone plus the faster you rip the bandaid off, the easier it’ll be to deal with it
#! so you waited
#! and waited
#! until 11pm that night, when suna finally came through the front door
#! “tarō! how was practice? can we talk?” you hurriedly greeted him
#! he was taken aback, not expecting you to be right beside him and in his ear as soon as he came in
#! of course you weren’t, you made sure to put some space in between you and him
#! but suna was stressed and tired, so everything is intensified to him at the moment
#! “can you back up?” he mumbled, pushing his way from in front of you to walk to the kitchen
#! “oh, sorry. can we talk?” you sheepishly smiled, hoping he would say yes
#! you’re not blind, you can tell that suna was tired but you really didn’t wanna put this off
#! you were just gonna tell him, he gets surprised, you both talk it out, and then go to bed and continue figuring things out tomorrow morning
#! but before any of that can happen, suna bluntly told you, “no. i’m tired. i’m sure whatever it is isn’t a big deal. can it be tomorrow? i wanna sleep.”
#! you didn’t get to answer before he was already walking away to the bedroom
#! understanding where he was coming from, you mentally agreed to talk to him tomorrow. one day wouldn’t change anything and you’ve seen plenty of people not tell their partners until a few weeks in
#! he was right, it wasn’t a big deal (yet)
#! so you waited until tomorrow
#! and waited
#! and once again, he came home late
#! “hey! can we quickly talk, babe?”
#! “i’m tired. tomorrow, okay?”
#! “oh, okay. night, rin!”
#! “g’night.”
#! night came and there was still no talk
#! this continued on for about 2 weeks, you finally choosing to not care anymore and just let him find out whenever he finds out
#! technically, you could’ve just blurted out a simple, “i’m pregnant.” any point during your nightly five seconds conversations
#! but seeing that he really was tired, springing it onto him would either put him in a full body shock for three days or he just doesn’t fully process your words until three days after
#! a month has passed, your stomach was still barely showing like most women at their one month mark
#! you decided to book an appointment for a checkup, it’ll be while suna’s at practice
#! and that doctor appointment was the exact reason suna found out
#! he was at practice when komori entered the gym
#! he had a doctor’s appointment for his annual checkup, and that’s where he saw you
#! you didn’t see komori, busy reading the directory to find your way to the right office
#! but he saw you on the way out. seeing that you looked a bit busy, he chose not to greet you and just quickly walk to his car lmao why is this funny to me
#! entering the gym, he greeted everyone and apologized for his tardiness even though it was excused
#! walking up to suna, he tapped him on the shoulder and quietly told him, “i saw yn at the hospital earlier. it’s been awhile since we all got together huh, they looked a bit different.”
#! ok so komori, being the smart person he is, deducted that you were pregnant when he saw your finger pointing at the ob/gyn office
#! and he genuinely thought suna knew so his comment was suppose to be a small joke that was meant to tease suna and his sex life
#! suna, however, was confused
#! look different? did you get surgery?
#! “what do you mean?”
#! komori rolled his eyes and gave a sweet smile at suna, “congrats you two! when were you gonna tell the rest of us?”
#! suna: 👨🦲 huh
#! “are you guys not pregnant?” he blinked at suna’s frozen reaction
#! suna became unresponsive so komori just walked away mumbling to himself about being sure he read the sign right
#! a loud whistle blew and it shook suna out of his daze, everyone got ready to play a practice game of 3 vs 3 while suna ran over to the coach
#! “hey coach, um i think there’s an emergency at home. can i go? ok thanks.”
#! his coach just stares after him as he sprints off, you think? is there an emergency or not?
#! suna quickly drove home, he may or may not have speed a little, and entered the apartment
#! “yn? baby?” he called out only to be greeted back with silence
#! probably still at the hospital....what were you doing there? he thought to himself while rummaging around the house to find anything that could give him somewhat of an idea
#! he was digging around in the bedroom when you came home, his head so frenzied he didn’t hear the front door open
#! but you heard the ruckus from the bedroom and immediately went into fight or flight
#! panicking, you took out your phone to call suna while quietly opening the front door to make your way back out before the intruder catches you
#! the phone rang and rang until it was picked up. “suna?” you whisper-yelled into the speaker. you had a habit of calling him by his last name when you were freaking out. he noticed and was equally alarmed
#! “what’s wrong?” he whispered back just as panicked
#! “there’s someone in our apartment. can you come home?”
#! “huh? oh, are you home?” he cackles into the phone speaker making you move the phone away from your ear, “it’s me, sweets, c’mere.”
#! you warily walked on your tiptoes over to your bedroom, peeking your head in and what a surprise, it is suna
#! “jackass! why are you home?!”
#! “why didn’t you tell me?” he cut straight to the point
#! “huh?”
#! “you’re pregnant. when were you gonna tell me?” his voice sounding stern, but the quiet smile dancing on his face tells a different story
#! “i tried.”
#! “huh? what do you mean?”
#! “all those times i asked if we could talk. i was trying to tell you.”
#! his heart dropped, eyebrows furrowing, while he stared you down
#! suna became unresponsive once again, standing there trying to think back to the first time you asked him
#! two weeks ago
#! “i’m sorry,” he quietly whispers
#! “hm? i..it’s fine....i was a bit sad, but i’m over it. at least you know now,” you casually shrugged it off like it wasn’t a big deal
#! “no. i shouldn’t have pushed you aside like that. even if you weren’t pregnant, even if you had just wanted to tell me about some stupid video you saw that day, i shouldn’t have told you off. i’m sorry, i love you a lot and you deserve so much better.”
#! “tarō, shut up. i accept your apology and i forgive you, now make it up to me by giving me a back massage while i show you the ultrasound pictures!”
#! he kisses you before lifting you up bridal style making his way to the bed
SAKUSA
#! contrary to popular beliefs, sakusa is not an obsessive germaphobe who finds everything disgusting but you
#! he wouldn’t be playing volleyball if he was that afraid of germs,,,,,
#! yes, he cringes if random little kids grab onto him after games because 1) he’s drenched in sweat and that feeling is not fun
#! 2) he doesn’t even know themmm
#! and 3) he wanna go home
#! but sakusa loves you and if you happened to get pregnant, he would love your kid(s) just the same
#! however, he never told you this. he never really had a reason to voice this out loud
#! so when you actually did get pregnant, you were confused
#! the only interactions between sakusa and kids you’ve seen multiple times were the moments between him and his fans
#! you guys have been to family parties and his nieces, nephews, and cousins looooves him
#! maybe it’s the fact that he’s a tall looming giant and they just want to climb
#! but besides those moments, you don’t recall him ever telling you upfront that he wants children of his own
#! and the constant stress and pressure he always seem to be working around also doesn’t help reassure you in any way
#! being an athlete for a living means always watching your body, health, and looks for the cameras (but omi could care less about the last thing)
#! he also has to make sure whether or not he’s working well with his teammates, practice and improve on anything he’s having problems with, and deal with atsumu’s dramatic ass
#! you’re an overthinker and because of that, all of these reasons were just reasons for you to postpone the pregnancy news to your long term boyfriend
#! it wasn’t too hard anyway, considering practice runs late sometimes and he’s busy majority of the time doing other stuff
#! when you guys do have alone time together, you both are so focused on one another that you actually forget that you’re pregnant and you never told him
#! you’re about to hit the three months mark now — time goes by fast — and sakusa has noticed you and your body changing
#! at first he just thought you were going through a phase of cravings and a bit of bloating, so he didn’t mention it and just let you be
#! he never got to witness you getting morning sickness because he goes on early runs or he was just out doing morning errands so he wouldn’t have to deal with it later that day
#! so when he caught you in the kitchen cutting up a lemon, the last thing he was expecting you to do was bring the lemon directly up to your mouth
#! “uh, what are you doing?” his deep voice caught you off guard, effectively stopping the hand that was holding the lemon
#! you just stare at him, not wide-eyed, not surprised, just stare
#! “eating a lemon.”
#! “i can see that.... why exactly?”
#! “dunno, the baby i guess.” you casually shrugged it off before popping the lemon slice into your mouth
#! “ah-,” he opened his mouth to stop you from eating the lemon, your words not fully processing in his mind, but cut off midway and froze when he finally realized
#! hearing him pause like that made you suddenly remembered that you never told him you were pregnant
#! you slowly turned back to look at him, mouth still slowly chewing the lemon slices
#! a moment of silence later, he unfreezes and just starts stiffly walking towards you
#! he grabbed you by the shoulders, made you look him in the eyes, before whispering, “you’re pregnant?!”
#! “y-yes..”
#! his eyes were wide, black pupils expanding as he stared you down, his lips slowly curving into a small smile
#! “you’re pregnant....,” he whispers, mainly to himself, hugging your head into his chest
#! “mhm, get off me i’m trying to eat,” you gently pushed him off but he wouldn’t budge
#! “omiiii please, if you get off i’ll give you a slice,” you tried bribing him. he couldn’t tell if you were being serious or just teasing
#! “no.”
#! “um ok, two slices?”
#! “no.”
#! “omi!”
#! he giggles before opening his arms to let you go
#! “why didn’t you tell me?”
#! you didn’t reply right away, making him start to overthink
#! did you not want the baby? or did you not want a kid with him? did you not want to be with him anymore? or was it not his?!
#! he childishly shakes his head side to side at the last question. he knew you wouldn’t do that
#! but you were still silent, making him nervously glance at you from the side
#! “sorry, piece of lemon stuck in my teeth. i just forgot to tell you,” the words easily flowing out of your mouth nonchalantly
#! sakusa’s fingers were literally about to start twitching from anxiousness beside you
#! a sigh of relief was heard from him and you turned to look at him
#! “you okay?”
#! he doesn’t answer, just gives you a smile and goes back to hugging you from behind
SEMI
#! you were currently sitting on the couch in your shared apartment waiting for semi to come home
#! he’s been on tour for a few months now, you both kept in touch by facetiming, texting, calling, and any other methods of virtual communication
#! you would tune into the live recording of all of his performances when you had time so you could watch him
#! a few weeks into tour, you suddenly felt different than usual but shook it off as nothing and probably just you missing your boyfriend
#! you believed that until one morning you were woken up by the sudden urge to throw up, dashing to the restroom as fast as your drowsy body can go
#! it was then that you realized you might be pregnant
#! the night before semi left, you both had sex to enjoy your last few hours together before he had to leave for a few months
#! with the new realization, you quickly dressed yourself to make a short trip to the store to pick up some tests
#! after half an hour of looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to wrap your head around this, you finally opened the first box
#! a few minutes later, all 5 tests were lined up on the bathroom counter showing positive
#! you stared at the tests, trying to make sure you weren’t reading it wrong
#! once you began to understand the responsibility of being pregnant a few hours later, you made a mental note to go out and buy some food for yourself the next day
#! you decided to sleep off the rest of that day
#! through all of the facetime calls with semi, you never once told him you were pregnant
#! you knew that if you told him he would freak out and either demand to go back home, or stay but all of his attention would be on you being pregnant alone at home for the rest of the tour
#! so here you are now, sitting with a 4 1/2 months baby bump waiting for your beloved to come home
#! it was around 6pm when the front door opened, sounds of shuffling bags and heavy steps could be heard from the musician
#! he cursed under his breath when he almost tripped over a duffle bag with some of his loungewear, calling out for you as he walks further into the apartment, “baby? i’m home!”
#! he was about to speak up again when he saw you asleep on the couch
#! bouncing his way over, he got onto his knees at the edge of the couch to observe your face. god i miss you, he thought to himself
#! he gently shakes you awake, you jolted in surprise not knowing you fell asleep in the first place
#! “hmm- what?,” soft murmurs falling from your lips as you adjusted your eyes at your surrounding
#! “eita!” he grinned at you, both of you pulling each other into a hug
#! “fuck, i miss you so much.” he whispered into your ears before placing his face into your neck
#! “i miss you more.” you tightened your grip around him making him move up on the couch to get more comfortable
#! you both moved around until he had you cradled in between him, your back against his chest
#! his hands going under your his shirt to caress you there when his movements stopped right on top of your stomach
#! it was silent as his warm hands rubbed your stomach in circles, the gears turning in his head
#! “are you- you feel- why’s your tum so round and hard?” he quizzically asked, still rubbing your stomach
#! “pregnant.” your voice a low whisper, he almost didn’t catch it
#! “what?”
#! “pregnant.” you repeated, a bit louder this time
#! “huh?”
#! “pregnant!” you sighed, moving his hand so you can get off of him
#! he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away and turns you to look at him
#! “you’re pregnant?!”
#! “i just said that. yes.”
#! you knew you sounded blunt and a bit mean, it wasn’t his fault he doesn’t know at all, but your hormones have been making you crankier and it’s out of your control
#! ���sorry. yes, i’m pregnant.”
#! his eyes continuously darts up and down from your eyes to your bump
#! “how long?”
#! “since you left.”
#! “was it the night before?” he was referring to your act of intimacy the night before he left
#! “yea.”
#! “wow. why didn’t you tell me?”
#! “because.”
#! “‘cuz what?”
#! “because i know you. you would either stop touring and come home, or stay but lose focus. i was just trying to not distract you because i know how important your career is to you. and because i thought that you’ll be having a six months break after this tour before your next comeback, i would tell you when you came home. i’m sorry if you’re ma-,”
#! “i’m not mad. oh don’t cry, babe, look at me.”he carefully cups your face, “it’s okay, it’s okay. i get why you kept it from me. and now that i have no schedule for the next six months, i can be there for you until the end of your pregnancy and the beginning of our baby’s life alright?”
#! you weakly nodded against his palms, and he brings you back down to lay your head on his chest as you both softly talk about the past months without each other
#triple s hell yeah!#maybe part 2 w iwa#written with love - ar#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#hq x reader#suna rintarou#suna x reader#suna scenarios#suna imagines#suna angst#suna fluff#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa scenarios#sakusa imagines#sakusa angst#sakusa fluff#semi x reader#semi eita#semi scenarios#semi imagine#semi angst#semi fluff#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu angst#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu!!
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Please wrote more surrogate fics please . could I request one with SakuAtsu or could you just start a series on these. If you'd me comfortable with that. That on IwaOi surrogate fic brought me so much joy. I can't even describe it.
oh my goodness i’d love to!!! it makes me so happy knowing you liked it cause like,,, idk why it’s just special to me :) also im so glad you asked for sakuatsu bc these two ships are basically my favorite jhfgbsj. and yesyes i’d love to have a mini series with like little scenarios of each ship <333
this was insanely long. like insanely.
content warning; artificial insemination, pregnancy, haikyuu manga spoilers, gay people being happy idk
being iwaoi’s surrogate
BEING SAKUATSU’S SURROGATE
↬ it took forever to even get them together, so with a duo as indecisive as them, it’s imaginable how long the decision to raise a child together took. it took a long, long while for that transition from enemies to lovers to be final, and even then, they hadn’t realized how serious their relationship was until they were off getting married and then suddenly wanting a child?
↬ it was something atsumu brought up out of the blue, just casually as they sat side by side on the couch. “wouldn’t it be nice if we raised a child together?” and it stuck with sakusa ever since. he didn’t know why he was obsessively thinking about it as much, but it’s all he could think about. literally. anytime he so much as thought about atsumu with a child, and a child of their own too, his stomach did a thousand and one flips. sakusa was never the biggest fan of children, and he knew that neither was atsumu. but, this would be different, wouldn’t it? Still, he tried to remind himself of the cons; they were pro-athletes, they didn’t have time, they didn’t understand the weight of the responsibility, were they even ready for something like that? somedays it was too tiring to take care of themselves, of each other. were they ready to be responsible for a whole life, someone dependent entirely on them? it seemed too— unrealistic. like something he could only hope to dream about, and just dream about.
↬ until he thought of atsumu with a little kid, a spit image of either one of them, sitting on his lap, giggling and laughing and squealing in glee. and so he decided, there will always be cons, he just has to see if the pros outweighed them. and honestly, they did. they were pro-athletes, sure, but that also meant they were financially stable, and could provide for a child, properly. they were mature now, knew each other very well, and had adapted to living with one another. they had family and friends all around. the kid would for sure grow up loved and cared for, and him and atsumu would add another person to their family. it really seemed like a dream, but this time, an attainable one.
↬ so as he ate dinner with his lover, he blurted out, “let’s raise a child together,” and atsumu honest to god choked on his food. he asked sakusa if he was serious, if he meant it, if this was real, and sakusa’s answer was yes to every single one of his question. yes, he was serious; yes, he meant it; yes, this was real. as real as can be.
↬ they both already knew they wanted a surrogate, and it didn’t matter who was the father. so long as the child was theirs.
↬ finding a surrogate was, well, a pain, to put it into perspective. sakusa was so picky about the “requirements,” if you will, and atsumu was suspicious of every single woman, it was kind of ridiculous really. he just “didn’t trust that they wouldn’t run away with the baby!” in his words. atsumu suggested sakusa’s older sister, which seemed perfect in his head, but sakusa refused, claiming it was 1. extremely weird, and 2. he doubted she’d say yes, with her own life to handle.
↬ and it finally, finally, came to atsumu: he could always just ask, well, you. he had met you during his college years, and since then, he’d been coincidentally crossing paths with you ever since then, and you’d even managed their msby jackals team at some point. it was weirdly ironic how he’s coming back to you, kind of like fate.
↬ so he suggested it to sakusa, and for once, the latter didn’t really have any way to object, except, “what if this inconveniences her?” other than that, you were the perfect candidate. they knew you well, trusted you, knew they could rely on you. and atsumu was sure you wouldn’t run with the baby. with regards to the inconvenience part, well, they could always just deal with that when the time came.
↬ they invited you over for some breakfast two days later, after they’d thought about it properly, endlessly, and figured you were their best option. it was weird seeing them so nervous when you first arrived, like they were breaking up with you or something. atsumu barely ate with how nauseous he felt, and sakusa spent the entire time watching you eat instead, hands fidgeting and legs shaking. it was really weird, but you didn’t bring it up, letting them take their own time to tell you whatever it was they wanted to tell you, because obviously, they clearly had something to say.
↬ after breakfast, you sat in their living room, just watching the tv quietly, until sakusa offered to get you some water. you weren’t really thirsty, but you agreed anyways, unsurprised to see atsumu rise from his own seat a minute later with a, “be right back,” as he headed to the kitchen. you could hear them bickering and whisper-yelling, and if you weren’t starting to grow as nervous as they were, you would’ve had it in you to laugh. they returned looking like they were bearing the most daunting of news, sitting down on the couch perpendicular to you. atsumu’s hands were sweaty and intertwined tightly together, while sakusa tried to remain as composed as possible. it seemed like the dark haired man would speak up, finally, parting his mouth with a deep breath.
↬ but it’s atsumu that blurts out, “please have my baby!— our baby. please have our baby.”
↬ honestly, your first response was to laugh, in disbelief, as you clutch your glass of water. but then you see their faces — god they looked so goddamn scared — and you realized that, they were really serious. they really wanted you to carry their baby for them. holy shit?—
↬ you were mostly speechless after that, stuttering as you ask them to please explain, you’re honored but are they are, have they thought about this? properly? in depth?
↬ to your surprise, they really knew what they were doing. they’d done their research, and thought about a million other options before deciding that you were the best one. they also repeatedly told you that you didn’t have to do this, and that they didn’t want to guilt-trip you into doing it either. they wanted you to say yes only if you yourself wanted to say yes, and if this wouldn’t negatively affect you or halt your life in any way. you were the one that was going to be carrying the baby anyways, weren’t you? at the end of the day, this was all about you.
↬ you asked them for time to think about it, and reminded them that it wasn’t a no. you just wanted to make sure you were making the right decision whichever that ended up being. a few days later, you call them, asking them to meet up one way or another, and atsumu’s even more nervous than he was asking you; not even sakusa’s gentle lips to his temple or large hands soothingly rubbing at his back or his kind words could help him. sakusa himself was insanely anxious. in his head, it seemed like your ‘no,’ would finalize everything. that it would really mean no hope in having a child of their own, their very own.
↬ you invite them over to your home, and the kettle is already boiling when they arrive. you make them tea and make small talk if only to delay the inevitable. but, to each of their surprises, you take a deep breath and say, “i’d be honored to carry your baby for you,” with the brightest, warmest smile. sakusa has to bite his inner cheek to will himself to not cry, because he can’t believe you said yes. you agreed. you’re going to carry their baby. him and atsumu were having a baby.
↬ atsumu doesn’t stop himself from throwing his arms around you, collapsing on top of you in tight hug that you kind of can’t breathe, but you let him, and you laugh when he thanks you for saying yes, that he’ll “be forever in your debt.”
↬ it’s the happiest you’ve seen either of them.
↬ when you’re done with the process of insemination (of course, atsumu does joke that the three of you should go the natural way and have a threesome, to which he earns a smack from his lover and a smack from you, at the same time), the three of you just have to wait, really. it’s the longest period of waiting you’ve ever had to do, but you try to be patient, as patient as you can be. when you wake up one morning and throw up, you look at your period tracking app to see if maybe you were pms’ing. except, you weren’t. you were late. like a good three weeks late.
↬ immediately, you’re booking a doctor’s appointment. you wait to tell sakusa and atsumu after confirming your suspicions, because you don’t want to raise their hopes up for nothing. they’ve already been swimming in a pool of doubts ever since the insemination, calling you everyday to check up on you and ask for any progress. when the doctor confirms your pregnancy — holy shit you were pregnant — the first thing you do is go over to their house. you know it’s not the best idea to show up unannounced, but with how long they’ve been waiting, and how much they’ve been wanting this, the more and more you fed into it, you couldn’t wait any longer to tell them. you arrive, and the moment sakusa opens the door for you, you gasp out, “i’m pregnant.”
↬ sakusa’s quite literally frozen in shock, his mouth pressed in a thin line with eyes wide open, while atsumu walks over and goes, “oh hey,” in greeting before noticing sakusa’s face and just ???? “what’s going on?”
↬ “i’m pregnant.”
↬ “you’re what?”
↬ you show them with tears stinging your eyes the results of the test you’d taken at the doctor’s, and atsumu grips the report so tightly, like it’ll disappear if it slips only slightly from his hands. sakusa’s still in shock, trying to process everything. it takes him a good while before he can function properly again.
↬ the pregnancy itself is a lot smoother than you’d imagined. iwaizumi, as their athletic trainer, although not well versed with pregnancy, knew a lot about health and taking care of yourself in general, so he made sure you were always eating right and healthy. he even accompanied you once when sakusa and atsumu couldn’t, to the doctor, and made sure to ask him specifically what you should and shouldn’t be eating. all of the olympic/national team are more excited than anything. they’re insanely protective over you, and always pamper and care for you you when they can, whether that be back/neck/shoulder massages or giving you their food when they notice you eyeing it or letting you lean entirely on any of them for support as you walk. granted, they do make fun of you, especially the bigger your stomach got, but they mean well, really. suna once made fun of you and, because of the hormones, and because he was genuinely just mean, you started to cry. since then, suna swore off bullying you, at least until you gave birth.
↬ osamu is beyond ecstatic to become an uncle. he’s so excited it makes atsumu incredibly emotional. he goes with his brother on trips to ikea to buy a crib and gifts him an insane amount of baby clothes and always begins a conversation with, “how’s the baby?” every time you’re around, osamu’s hand can be found resting on your stomach, soothingly rubbing, excitedly grinning when he feels a kick. he is just so happy for his brother, he could cry.
↬ you ask them if they want a gender reveal when you find out or to keep it until the delivery of the baby, but they’re both insanely impatient (even though sakusa does try to convince atsumu to wait because it’ll be exciting, he himself isn’t even that convinced of that and they just ask you to tell them). with the help of osamu and his and atsumu’s parents, you organize a gender reveal party. the moment he sees the pink smoke, atsumu cheers so loudly it makes you laugh till your stomach hurt. sakusa’s grinning wider than you’ve ever seen him, grabbing atsumu’s face and kissing him, before pulling you into a tight hug. it’s literally the cutest thing ever, everyone just cheering loudly around you and celebrating with you.
↬ when you go into labor, you’re with neither of them, but with osamu, aran, and kita. they were staying the night at a hotel since they had training away from where they lived, and you were spending the night at osamu’s because the fathers of your baby really didn’t want you to be alone so close to your due date, and who better than osamu? your water didn’t break, but you kept having contractions. you were brushing it off as normal pain at the start, but they started to get worse, and closer together in time. kita, because he’s kita, had been keeping track, and told you how far apart your contractions were. to which you went, “contractions?!”
↬ aran’s calling sakusa and atsumu as kita grabs your bag as osamu grabs his keys and helps you to his car. you really couldn’t have been around a better set of men, because they were perfectly composed the whole time, helping you breathe and stay calm by staying calm themselves, reassuring you that you didn’t need to worry and that you will get to the hospital in time. they did flinch every time you screamed or cried out in pain, but aran held your hand the entire drive there, and kita guided you to steadying yourself as osamu drove as fast as he could.
↬ the issue was with sakusa and atsumu. to say they were freaking out would be an understatement. they were positively losing it. atsumu’s anxiety was louder than sakusa’s, but the latter’s was clear as ever on his pale skin and clammy hands. they were so annoying in the delivery room, literally faring worse off than you, who was pushing a whole baby out of her body. when you finally gave birth to a healthy baby girl, atsumu sobbed and sakusa cried in his hands, so maybe it was alright after all.
↬ they literally couldn’t believe their eyes when the nurse handed you the baby and placed her on your chest. she was so, so tiny, so beautiful, and theirs. honestly, you couldn’t hold back your own tears at the sight of her, and at their reaction to her. you held her in your arms as they thanked you, over and over and over again, for the biggest blessing they could ever receive.
↬ despite the fact that you were simply their surrogate, sakusa and atsumu knew they couldn’t just separate you and your baby, and neither could they just take her home all of a sudden. so for the first few months, you stayed in their guest room, but the baby slept in her own room. it was more difficult than you expected it to be when you were leaving her to go back to your own home, but they promised you repeatedly that they’re not really taking her away. it wasn’t as if you couldn’t visit at any time you wanted to come visit her. but at the end of the day, you knew what you had been signing up for, and that she was their daughter.
↬ she grows up to be a gorgeous woman. she’s interested in volleyball, sure, she’d been raised with volleyball players everywhere around her, but it’s not her immediate passion. atsumu thought he’d be more upset about that than he actually was, because he found out that it didn’t matter at all what she wanted to do. hell, if she wanted to do nothing at all and stay home forever with them, he was 100% on board with that. whatever made her happy and healthy, he was okay with. she grows up to be really close and really comfortable with both of her fathers, and they make sure with every passing day that no matter what, she can always come to them. and she does, about every little thing. and each and every time, they listen and advice and guide her properly. a s parents, they’re a perfect balance of strict and lenient. they set and raise her to never cross those boundaries, but otherwise they give her complete freedom. they respect her privacy, her decisions, everything.
↬ there was a day when she came back home from school, and they had taken a biology class for kids, where a teacher had explained periods to them. obviously, as curious as ever, she’d asked her dads about it, because she didn’t really get it. she wanted to know the how’s and the why’s and the what’s and the when’s. with every passing second atsumu had felt his lifespan shorten. eventually he suggested they call you, who she knew as her ‘aunt’ for the time being, since you were a woman and nobody would really explain it better than you. when she did get her period eventually, and had to sheepishly and shyly ask her dads to go to the store for her because she needed, um, supplies, atsumu lost it. sakusa had to try and calm him down all while laughing as he got ready to go to the store for her, because the drama of miya atsumu never gets old. he just couldn’t believe she was already getting her period. what the hell! what the actual hell!
↬ of course, he proceeded to embarrass her by telling osamu, telling sakusa’s parents, telling his parents. not cool :(
↬ when she was old enough, especially to understand the concept of being a surrogate (oh my god the sex talk was a whole other insufferable thing), they told her about you, and that you were actually her biological mother and not just an ‘auntie.’ she tried to be angry at them for keeping it from her, but she was honestly more excited about finding out than anything. it brought the two of you closer together, and for the next mother’s day, she organized a whole brunch for you, her and her dads, got you a gift, flowers, everything. yeah, you did cry.
↬ you genuinely have never been more satisfied and thankful for a decision like this one, ever, especially because of how much of a blessing the outcome had been.
can u tell this isn’t my first time thinking about this. ever since i posted the iwaoi one i’ve been wanting to do a sakuatsu one, but i didn’t really know whether anyone had enjoyed that or would want more, so thank you for sending in this ask!! love u all mwah <3
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#miya atsumu x reader#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#atsumu x sakusa#sakuatsu#sakuatsu x reader#atsumu x reader
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