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softtcurse · 2 years

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Can you feel that old Benicia air?

this fic contains mentions of postpartum depression, please read at your own discretion <3 please note that everything written is fiction and fiction only.

You sighed, another headache taking ahold of your mind while you tried to load the dishes from dinner into the dishwasher. Scrubbing ketchup stains from your plain white dishes.

Chicken nuggets and fries tonight

A guilt at the pit of your stomach as you reminded yourself that you were a terrible mother for giving your growing baby girl such a easy meal tonight. You just couldn’t bring yourself to make a home cooked meal.

Why couldn’t you be like the women on tv? The ones on the food network that made roasts for their family every night, green beans in a butter sauce, with a side of home made rolls? Why did you resort to pulling out a frozen bag of Tysons chicken nuggets and throw them in the air fryer. Just because the pure thought of doing anything else made you sick.

Selfish

You’re a selfish woman YN

Your tears threatening to falls with every wince at the hot water touching your skin. You were clearly on edge and your sniffles being muffled out by the sound of the water splashing in the sink.

You eyes were tired and you knew you looked worse that you felt. That’s saying a lot

“Momma can I please give Ezzie his bottle?”

“No baby you’re going to hurt him” You mumbled in a reply. Your breasts hurt against the material of your nursing bra. Very unattractive in your opinion but it was the only thing your very aching breasts could handle at the time. Having a two month old that depended on you as well as a 3 year old who was learning that developing her own attitude could get her what she wanted most of the time, it was anything but easy.

Whoever told you that it would get better had surely lied to you.

“Please momma!? I’ll be careful!” Mila jumped up and down, her stomps making Ezra squirm in his rocking bassinet. His pacifier escaping his lips and soon enough his face was scrunched up in displeasure. The tight grip pain had in your head only got more intense. His screaming was making your nipples lactate and you didn’t even had a pad to prevent the milk from seeping through.

great

“Mila baby I need you to please go sit down, I told you to be quiet after dinner so you wouldn’t wake up your brother and now he’s awake” You placed the last fork into the dishwasher and made a mental note to start it before you went upstairs to bed once Jack decided to get home.

Mila pouted and stuck her finger in her thumb, a habit you were trying to break before she messed her teeth up but at the moment you had no strength to fight her on it. “Go sit down, now” You raised an eyebrow at her as you walked into the living room. Mila stood still, battling you and making it anything but easy to make your night less stressful. She was three and you knew it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know any better. But fuck would it help to have something go your way.

“When daddy gets home, I’m going to tell him that you weren’t listening to me and he’s not going to take you to the game this weekend with uncle Urban” Picking up Ezra into your arms you rubbed his back softly and kissed his soft cheeks. His whimpers became softer and softer and he was leaning his head to the side, smacking his lips as if you hadn’t just fed him an hour prior. Your nipples were sore and cracked. His constant feeding was taking a toll on them but you were one of those moms that wanted to take the route of breastfeeding before switching Ezra over to formula when he turned 4 months.

“No momma no!”

A empty feeling in the air, you didn’t even notice the front door opening and closing.

You tried to adjust Ezra to your breast after fighting your bra and your shirt. Not he wasn’t even latching on properly.

“Daddy!”

You looked up. A tired smile leaving your lips.

He was home.

“Hey baby girl” Jack smiled and looked down at his little girl. Who had stains on her white new balance shirt that she had just gotten a few days prior. Jack not even noticing it, nor did he care. But in your head you felt as if he was calling you a bad mother.

You watched as your husband lifted your baby into his arms. Pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks as she giggled.

“What did momma tell you about that thumb huh?” His sternness didn’t go unnoticed and you breathed a sigh of relief when Mila took it out of her mouth without a fight.

“Hi mama” Jack said, walking over to you. The smell of the same cologne he had sprayed on this morning still lingering in his clothes. You couldn’t help but take a extra deep breath to see if there were any signs of a woman’s perfume lingering in his clothes. Looking at his neck to see if there were any hickies you missed.

“Hi” You put on your best smile. He leaned over for a kiss and you didn’t taste any artificially flavored chapstick. Pecking down on your lip one more time you savored it.

“I missed you, and this little guy too. Hey handsome” Jack cooed at your baby. Ezra offered him a small baby smile and once Jack kissed his head you watched as his eyes fluttered closed. Long lashes cascading over his plump cheeks.

Why couldn’t you be the mother that could get him to do that?

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“I’ve been thinking”

“Uh oh”

You joked. Laughing and cracking a smile at Jack as he playfully glared at you through the mirror. You blew him a kiss and shrugged. Continuing to lather the lotion on your skin. Your eyes paying extra attention to your stomach that was gathered up around the top of your breast. Your nightgown fresh out the dryer and you were happy you remembered to put your last load of laundry to dry before you started on dinner. The stretch marks very evident on your skin. You wished that there was some kind of special cream that would make them less noticiable but you had tried everything and it just wasn’t working.

That dream was long gone now.

“Shush you” Jack snorted back a laugh. His hand pressing buttons on the remote trying to find something to watch, before he could lay up in bed and love on you. One of his arms coming to the back of his head and resting there while he looked between you and the TV. “We should take a vacation”

“A vacation where?” You twisted the cap of your lotion back on.

“Where we met” You smiled softly and shook your head at his words. Turning off the light and the only light in the room was from the television which was on low volume due to the kids being tucked in and asleep.

You sighed softly and a yawn escaped your lips as you crawled into bed. Awaiting Jack’s open and inviting arms. His touch was warm, and not just physically.

“Why there?” You asked tiredly. His hand coming up to massage your scalp as you rested on top of his chest. His heartbeat was most soothing and maybe it was how tired you were, but you got lost in the sound of his heart. Maybe it was knowing it was still yours. Or maybe it was knowing that even how you felt he was still with you.

“That’s where it all started. I might my amazing wife, the mother to my kids. Plus we haven’t been there since…sheesh. Since 2020? Before we moved to Kentucky when Mila was a year old….” Jack grinned and kissed your head softly.

“Hmmm”

“You don’t want to?”

“No…I want to it’s just….” you pondered the thought a little bit before you spoke.

“You know you can tell me everything. Baby remember what your therapist said-“

“I know Jack, I know” You cut him off. The lump on your throat

Your silence was defeating to Jack.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up, it’s just I know you liked the back of my hand. I don’t want you to see me as someone who you can’t talk to…”

Your tears soaked his white tee.

“I know…I know” You sniffled and your voice cracked.

“I think it would be good for us. With the kids. We’ve never been with Ezra…it’s new. We’re not here for a little bit. I think it would be good for you”

“I trust you, and I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. I’m just scared…and crazy”

Jack gripped your head closer to him.

“You’re not crazy. You’re going through a tough time. A lot of women do. You’re not the only one pretty girl. I told you that already” You heard his own voice crack.

He hates it when you talked to yourself like that.

“Please don’t cry, not because of me”

“I love you so much, and we’ll do anything to make you feel better again. I fucking promise you that YN”

“I know baby, I know it.” You kissed his chest.

“I missed the Benicia air”

“We’re going back in less that two weeks, I already made arrangements”

“I love you” You said after a few minutes of silence. You missed where home felt like home. Kentucky was home too, but Benicia was somewhere your heart felt soothed. Even if it was for a few weeks or a few days. You needed that time there.

“I love you too”

You held him tighter that night.

#jack harlow fic #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fanfic

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judgementdaysunshine · 2 months

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Domestic prompts

Divider credits to @romanthereigns

Actions

Celebrating an anniversary

Rainy day cuddles

I love yous whispered in the dark

Dancing in the kitchen whilst cooking dinner

Hanging a porch swing together

Covering them with a blanket when they’ve fallen asleep on the couch

Brushing their teeth together

Leaving notes for them around the home

Getting the giggles together over something that isn’t that funny

Fixing their hair/clothes just before they rush out the door

Preparing/packing for and going on a picnic

Sleeping in and cuddling the entire morning

Bringing them their favourite hot drink in bed

Road trip together

Texting one another during the day

Going food shopping together

Midnight food run

Breakfast in bed

Sending flowers to the other's office as a surprise

Looking after one another

Waking the other up when the alarm doesn't go off

Sitting outside at night chatting away

Baking in the kitchen together

Heating up a blanket in the dryer when the other is sick

Knowing each other's allergies and what helps

Falling asleep in each other's laps

Painting together

Building a blanket fort

Giving each other massages

Feeding each other

Tracing designs on each other's skins

Washing each other in the shower

Having a pillow fight

Running hands through each other's hair

Comparing hand sizes

Kissing the other's wounds/scars

Going through all of the family photo albums

Boping each other's noses

Already picking names for their baby after finding out about being pregnant

Walking into the other's open arms

Making each other playlists with each of your favorite songs

Linking your arms together

Catching each other staring

Holding hands while in a crowd

Sharing an umbrella

Drawing on each other

Tucking a hair behind the other's ear

Wrapping the other in a jacket

Taking pictures of each other randomly

Running your fingers down the other's spine

Talking to friends and family about the other

Dialogue

"Let me brush your hair while you finish that up, that way you can get two things done at once"

"Hey, how was work- woah why are you crying? Come sit, talk to me, love..."

"I meant it when i said i wanted to start a family with you"

"Baby let me help with that"

"Go to sleep sweetie, things will be better tomorrow"

"So this is our future..." I can't believe it's gonna be with you"

"I love this" "What?" "Us"

"You’re the reason why I believe in love, you know?"

"Hon, if you take any more naps on the couch you’re going to mess up your back.."

"You look exhausted go to bed, I’ll straighten up and take care of everything else"

"As much as I’d like to stay in bed with you, I have breakfast to make for the two of us"

"There’s a bath running already, I know it was a long day for you..."

"Move your blanket, I wanna lay down on your lap"

"You’re so warm" "I hear you, but we really need to get up, love"

"I don’t feel like cooking, how does takeout sound?"

"Hey look at me, it's okay don't cry I know but I'm here"

"Don't worry about it, I got it taken care of baby"

"It’s raining again.." "I guess that means we’re not going out, what movie do you want to watch?"

"Let's go home, it's been a long day"

"You don't have to always up and go, just rest for awhile"

"Sweetie, take these I know you're not feeling well"

"Do you remember the first night we spent together in this house?"

"I can’t understand a word you’re saying babe, finish brushing your teeth first"

"This reminded me of you"

"We stick together, you're my best friend and I'll love you forever"

"Never apologize for needing help and wanting love"

#prompts #writing prompt #writing drabbles #writing drabble #prompt #writing prompts #domestic prompts

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waltwhitmansbeard · 1 year

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campaign one drabbles

keyleth/vax

"You don't have anything to be sorry for."

The first time they realize their partner will live a large part of their life without them

A near death experience involving the partner meant to live longer, shaking the faith of the shorter lived partner

Being an expert in teasing each other

Kissing to make them stop talking

On a whim, pulling your lover into an alley and pressing your lips firmly against theirs, getting lost in each other’s touch while the streets bustle outside

Smoothing your fingers down your lover’s tie, fixing where your lover couldn’t tie it right

Pushing your lover against a wall after one too many teasing comments, but being met with unsaid tension instead of the quiet. Both of you unable to continue with the jokes

Whispering jokes/loving words in a lecture/school/church/a meeting. Trying not to laugh/flirt back in fear of disturbing everyone else who’s trying to pay attention

"My throat feels like it's on fire."

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

“I can’t sleep if you’re not here to cuddle with me.”

Risking something in order to achieve something

Going to sleep as the big spoon and waking up as the little spoon

“I wouldn’t trade you for all the stars in the sky.”

Squeezing their thigh

Pike gives Keyleth some lingerie

"I'm here. I've got you. You're safe now."

Truth serum/spell

vex/percy

"They're gone. It's okay."

"It's not til death do us part for us, is it? It's until death takes you from me."

“Even if you’re sick, you’re still the prettiest girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse in the world.”

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

Ranting to friends or a relative about the other, only for them to agree and call you out on your wrongdoings

“What have you done to my heart?”

Using the made-up words of their child(ren) in all their conversations

“I think you should kiss me.”

"You ever lie to me again and we're done."

vax/gilmore

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain

Lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them

Tucking strands of loose hair behind their ears, with a thumb caressing their cheek

"Did you do this just for me?"

Hugging the other from behind to see what they're doing

everyone else

"Don't move, you're still hurt." (keyleth & percy)

Friends of a recovering person come over to celebrate their homecoming (pike & vax)

Always pointing out certain annoying behaviour (pike/scanlan)

Feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they’re still there (keyleth & percy)

Hesitantly tugging the other’s fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters (vesper & gwendolyn)

“Touch them again and I promise, it will be the last thing you ever do.” (vex & vax)

Vex and Percy have to deal for the first time with their eldest teen acting a bit out (percy & wolfe)

“Leave the light on.” (keyleth & vilya)

Seeing what the other needs without them having to say it out loud (keyleth & percy)

Sharing something personal (pike/scanlan)

Defending them in front of others (keyleth & scanlan)

Kiss on the forehead (pike/scanlan)

Patching up a wound (scanlan & vax)

Protecting (scanlan & kaylie)

Near death experience (scanlan & vax)

“I looked everywhere for you.” (keyleth & pike)

“I’m not going anywhere.” (pike & scanlan)

“Holy shit. Are you okay? What the hell happened?” (vex & scanlan)

“You’re not weak for needing people.” (grog & percy)

Vax meets a young Orym in Zephrah (orym & vax)

“I’ve never been so thankful that you run hot before.” (pike & grog)

Getting furious when someone takes advantage of the other's weaknesses (pike & vex)

"Hey! What did you just say to my friend?" (keyleth & scanlan)

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference (allura/kima)

A resurrection ritual for Keyleth (keyleth)

Fixing their hair (vex & vax)

"Holy crap, you look like hell." (vex & vax)

Truth serum/spell (vex & scanlan)

"Are you warm enough?" (vex & vax)

"We've been through worse." (grog & scanlan)

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doctorstethoscope · 2 years

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Sink or Swim || September

hellooo my friends and happy saturday <3 I hope all of you who celebrate thanksgiving had a lovely holiday!

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contains: minor angst, description of anxiety

wordcount: 2.7k

You’ve relished so many of Lexie’s firsts– her first roll, her first laugh, her first taste of “real” food– but the first that you’d been dreading had finally arrived, and it was every bit as miserable as you’d expected it would be– her first time being sick.

The poor thing had an ear infection that just wouldn’t quit– it started in her left ear, was undeterred by a first round of antibiotics, and had now spread to her right. To make matters worse, the doctor at the clinic tried to tell you that this wouldn’t have happened if you had breastfed her, which made you feel woefully inadequate in the parent-adjacent role you’d taken on, and was just plainly unhelpful. Clearly he hadn’t read the note from the nurse identifying you as the step-parent– which is in itself another painful half-truth.

You’re sitting on the couch with Alexis, trying to soothe her despite her pain, and both of you are sniffling. Lexie’s had a dose of infant Tylenol, which seems to be helping, but you can’t look at her face to check if she’s sleeping, because for reasons you can’t explain even to yourself, you won’t let her see you cry.

Aaron’s key hits the door and you dab at your face with your shirt sleeve frantically, trying to erase the evidence as if your puffy eyes and tear-stained face won’t give you away the moment he sees you.

“Alright, Jack, go take a shower,” he instructs his son mirthfully from the other room. “And please put your dirty clothes in your hamper, not just nearby.”

“Yes, dad,” Jack groans, but you swear you can hear both of their smiles. It makes you feel a little better.

“How are my girls doing?” Aaron asks as he rounds the couch, stopping short when he takes you in. You cringe, all of a sudden hating being seen by him. “Angel, what’s the matter?” He asks, reaching for you immediately.

You extend Lexie towards him, gently. “Put her down first, please. She just got to sleep, finally, I don’t want to wake her,” you say, your chin quivering. “She needs the rest.”

Aaron narrows a brow at you but takes her, giving her a sweet kiss before walking off towards her bedroom. You pull your blanket up around your neck while he’s gone, suddenly feeling immature.

“Sweetheart,” Aaron says when he catches sight of you again, joining you on the couch and pulling you sideways into his lap, so that your head is against his chest and he can wrap his arms around you. “Was it just too much with Lexie being sick? I’m sorry, I should have canceled Jack’s practice to stay home with you both.”

“It’s not that,” you tell him as he rubs your bicep comfortingly. “It’s stupid. The doctor at the clinic made a comment about how breast is best and she wouldn’t be so sick if she had immunity from breast milk—”

“That’s so far out of line,” Aaron seethes. “What good is that when she already has the infection?”

“It just made me feel so… I don’t know, small,” you tell him, tucking your face further into his chest. “I’d do anything for her, but I’ll never be her real mom. That hurts,” you tell him, feeling your tears land on his t-shirt.

“Hey, hey,” he says, placing one hand over your head to pull you closer to him. “You are her mom. It’s real to her, and it’s real to us. Nobody else gets to decide that, okay?” He whispers assuringly.

“I’m not, though. I’m Dad’s girlfriend,” you remind him.

Aaron lets out a chuckle that you feel reverberate from his chest. “No,” he corrects you. “You were hers long before you were mine.”

“Do you ever worry about her?” You ask quietly.

“All the time. That’s being a parent, hon,” he explains. That part of it was nothing new to him, at least.

“I mean… do you ever worry that she’s going to be, I don’t know, confused? About who her parents are and what our relationships with her mean?”

“That’s the least of my worries,” he shakes his head, kissing the crown of yours. “She has two parents who love her. She has everything she needs.”

“You don’t ever worry that you’re going to want something other than me someday, and she’s going to—”

“No,” he interrupts you. “Please don’t tell me you’re worried that someday I’ll want someone who isn’t you.”

You shrink a little. “These things happen, Aaron. Men lose interest. I know I’m not at my sexiest when I’m worried about the kids.”

“Boys lose interest,” He corrects you. “Men know when they’ve found the real thing, and they do their damndest to keep her happy,” he gives you a brief, passionate kiss.

********

You like to think you were a pretty level headed person. In your line of work, you had to be– you needed to balance high intensity work, adrenaline, physical strength and mental acuity. Keeping your cool was a big part of it, and it was one you did well.

So, really, this random Tuesday had no right to have you anxiously jittering your leg up and down all afternoon as you did paperwork. It was out of character. It didn’t make sense, and your teammates certainly noticed. Spencer had commented on it, suggesting you cut out caffeine. Penelope offered you a mug of tea that didn’t help, and Emily offered a “loose prozac from the bottom of her purse” which you hoped was in jest.

What they didn’t know was that it wasn’t just a random Tuesday. It was the day, you and Aaron had decided– the day you’d tell them that the two of you were together. Or, more accurately, that you’d stop hiding, because there was no plan to make any sort of grand announcement.

At 5pm, you silently thanked God that no case had come in. Even if you all ended up being awoken in the middle of the night after going home, you think you might have lost your nerve if you didn’t do this right here and now.

You start taking the steps up to Aaron’s office, slowly. His blinds are open, just according to plan. Aaron’s expecting you, of course, but his face still lights up when you cross the threshold. It settles the butterflies in your stomach, just a little.

“You still want to do this?” He mutters from his desk.

“It’s now or never,” you agree nervously.

“It can be never, if you want,” he teases, and you let out a tinkling little laugh.

“It’s time, Aaron. It’s been long enough,” you insist.

“Longer than long enough,” he agrees, rising from his desk and coming to meet you in the middle of his office, planting a chaste but pleasant kiss to your lips. You know the plan has worked when you hear all of the voices on the other side of his glass windows come to a stop.

“Are they—” you hear Morgan ask, only to be shushed by Emily, JJ and Penelope in tandem.

You and Aaron both chuckle nervously at that, your faces still only inches from each other. “You ready to go home?” He breathes out.

“Yeah,” you tell him with a smile, and he takes your coat out of your arms, helps you into it and then takes your hand in his, leading you out into the bullpen again.

“We’re headed out. Have a good night everyone,” Aaron says, trying to take advantage of everyone’s shock to make a quick exit.

“Not so fast,” Emily calls out, and you both stop in your tracks.

“We could still make a run for it,” Aaron whispers to you, but you shake your head with a smile, turning around to face her.

“Can we help you with something?” you ask, your voice dripping with playful saccharine.

“Take a seat,” Morgan says, wheeling two desk chairs towards you. Aaron gives you a glance, wordlessly offers to take the Scary Unit Chief Tone and call them off, but you oblige the team, settling into your chair.

“What, you aren’t gonna separate us for the interrogation? Make sure we’re telling the same story?” You joke.

“When did this start?” Garcia asks through a bright grin.

“June,” you answer.

“After the fight,” Reid remarks.

“It wasn’t a fight!” You and Aaron defend in unison.

“Looks like there was no need to separate the two of you,” Morgan laughs.

“I knew there was something going on back in July,” JJ interjects. “The way Hotch was looking at you on Independence Day– he would have done a better job hiding it if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“Uh, thanks?” Hotch says, pulling a confused face.

“He’s always had a soft spot for her, he just got worse at hiding it,” Emily adds.

“That’s not true,” you defend Aaron good-naturedly.

“Hotch?” Morgan goads him on, noticing his lack of response.

“We’ve got two kids waiting for their parents at home,” Aaron says, taking your hand back in his and rising from his chair. “Have a good night, folks. Try not to lose too much sleep over this,” he calls over his shoulder as he leads you to the elevator.

“That went pretty well, I think,” he says once the two of you are alone–at last– in the lift. “Do you feel good?”

“Is Emily right?” You ask, looking up at him with stars in your eyes.

“Emily’s right about a lot of things,” he deflects.

“Come on, Hotch—” you start, but he cuts you off as the elevator doors open.

“Since when do you call me Hotch?” He scoffs, placing a hand on the small of your back to lead you out the door and towards the car.

“Since you’re being dumb,” you answer childishly. “You cannot possibly be ashamed to admit you had a crush on me. Your secret’s been out for a while, babe.”

“I’m not ashamed, and it’s not a crush,” he sets the record straight as he opens your car door. “M’not fourteen anymore,” he grumbles as he gets into the drivers’ seat.

“Come on, Aaron. Since when?” You prod.

“You never got any special treatment,” he insists instead of giving you an answer, but it’s telling.

“Oh, honey, that long?” you ask with a touched little pout– if he was swearing it didn’t impact you professionally, it must have started long before Lexie’s arrival.

“They weren’t always romantic feelings. Or, at least, I didn’t always know that they were romantic feelings. I had compartmentalized them pretty tightly and did my very best to forget that the box even existed, from the day you joined the team,” he confesses.

“I guess I made that pretty hard when I showed up with that soup, huh?” you say with a little smile.

“Just about impossible. I tried pretty hard, but by March, I was a goner. Or maybe I always had been,” he tells you, bringing the back of your hand to his lips to kiss.

“Any regrets? About opening Pandora’s box,” you ask.

He shakes his head before you’ve even finished asking the question. “Only that I packed it away to begin with.”

******

Something was up with Aaron, and you were going to get to the bottom of it.

You were out on a case in Palo Alto, California, and you probably should have been thinking about victimology or interview tactics as you and Reid drove to a witness’ house, but all you could think about was Aaron.

His phone had rang just as he dismissed you all from the roundtable, and he took the call in his office. He came out with his jaw set tight– tighter than usual, you’d guess that your coworkers would say. It was true, Aaron ran a much tighter ship at work than he did at home, but that was just professionalism. The look on his face since that phone call. He was stressed. Or maybe upset. Or a mix of both? You couldn’t quite tell.

He’d tell you if something was wrong with the kids, you assured yourself. Or maybe he wouldn’t, because he wouldn’t want you to worry, the less-logical part of your brain suggests. But, if something was really wrong, he wouldn’t be here. Whatever it was, Jess and Bridgette could handle it. Assuming it was the kids. Which maybe it wasn’t.

Maybe it was just Strauss on his back again. It wouldn’t be the first time or the last. Although, usually he doesn’t let Strauss get to him like this. Who knows, though. Lexie was only just now on the mend from her double ear infection, and that had taken its toll on both of you. He hadn’t been sleeping, his nerves were shot… maybe it was nothing, but he was just too tired to handle it. If you needed to know, he’d tell you.

You went round and round in circles all afternoon, until the two of you finally crossed paths at the field office.

“Hotch?” You asked. “Can I talk to you for a second, in private?”

His jaw relaxes immediately, his stoic abrasiveness traded for a look of forlorn concern. He follows you into an empty office and shuts the door behind him.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” You ask in turn.

“Of course. Is that what you wanted to talk about?” He asks brusquely, putting his Unit Chief Armor back on in an instant.

“Yeah, Hotch,” you say, your use of his nickname, even as the two of you were in private, not lost on him. “You’ve been scowling since before we left for the tarmac. What’s the matter?”

Aaron sighs, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. You watch the gears in his brain turn, watch him consider if he’s going to let you in or not. You could push him, you know, and he’d probably give in, but you allow him his moment to process. Just when you think he’s going to brush you off, he speaks.

“Jack’s teacher called, I guess he failed his time tables quiz. I didn’t even know he had a quiz, did you?” He asks.

“No, I didn’t,” you answer.

“We were so wrapped up in Lexie being sick, and getting Jack into a new school year rhythm, I can’t even remember the last time I checked his bag for homework.” Aaron laments, staring at his shoes.

“Aaron, honey, it’s times-tables. He’ll get it. And, well, even if he doesn’t, kids his age are always going to have a cell phone with a calculator on it,” you remind him with a teasing smile, placing a hand on the side of his face and forcing him to look up at you.

Aaron places his hand over your own, drags your palm over his mouth and plants a brief kiss there. “Sometimes I just worry…” he tells you. “Am I always going to have to give one a little more than the other? Is it possible to split myself down the middle, so that they get equal parts of me, all the time? I don’t want them to have to worry about who gets more of me. If they have to wonder…”

“They don’t have to wonder.”

“I do,” he tells you. “Am I doing a good job, as their dad? Can I possibly, when I spend so much time here, in random precincts and field offices drinking crap coffee and not helping my kids study for their multiplication quizzes?”

“Baby, hey,” you try to slow him down a little. “You are the best dad. Your kids adore you, and so do I. I couldn’t love you as a man if I didn’t love you as a father.”

You gasp a little as you realize what you said– neither one of you had said “I love you” yet, and this wasn’t exactly how you’d planned on telling him.

Aaron reads the shock on your face, and then breaks out into a grin when he realizes what caused it. He places his hands on your hips and pulls you in closer to him. “Don’t panic,” he whispers in your ear. “I love you too. We’re even.”

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Just a baby (Stucky)

Warning(s); DDLG relationship,Polyamory,mentions of punishment (time out & spanking),use of a sippy cup.

Pairing(s); Daddy! Bucky Barnes x (Afab) Fem! Reader x Daddy! Steve Rogers.

Summary; after hearing a Tiktok audio you start using it as a way to get out of things until your daddies end up fed up.

A/n; I ask coco ( @i-am-just-a-baby ) to give me a pairing and a plot and this is what I got:) Enjoy little ones!

This had been going on for days and both Bucky and Steve were getting fed up with it. It was cute the first couple of times but at this point it was frustrating. Recently while watching Tiktok with Steve you hear a sound of a child talking to her mom where she went ‘I’m just a baby’ to use as a excuse for her actions.

Now you were doing it too.

It all started when Bucky asked you to clean up your playroom your response was “I’m just a baby!” He chuckled and eventually he got you to clean up.

Then at bath time with Steve; “baby you need to get out it’s cold you’ll get sick” you huffed “I’m just a baby!” Steve smiled and nodded “that’s why you need to get out little one!” With a little bit more of a push he got you out and in bed.

With the pair the next day at the compound you got in trouble for breaking one of Tony’s figures he had sat on a shelf. “I’m just a baby!” You pouted when Bucky was fussing at you.

After that within the same day you refused to go down for a nap. Not even Tony or Sam could get you down and your argument was “I’m just a baby!” This was when Steve and Bucky were both getting upset.

Finally they had you sat down on the couch “baby…” Bucky began “you can’t keep using ‘I’m just a baby’ as a excuse to not listen and be disrespectful.” You crossed your arms and before you could speak Steve piped up “if you say it again I’ll put you in time out for 15 minutes.” That’s 10 extra minutes they weren’t playing.

“B-but I’m…your baby!” Bucky nodded “yes, you are honey but using that to get out of being punished isn’t okay. You’ve disrespected both me and dada,broke your uncle Tony’s things and even yelled at Uncle Sam when he just wanted to help.” You felt bad now realizing you really did do all those things.

“It’s bad behavior and it can’t go unpunished anymore. So if you say that again in the next week daddy’ll spank you 3 times for each time you say it. Do you understand?” You nodded “sorry daddies” the both smiled “it’s okay princess you just need to learn.” Steve said and kissed your head.

For the next few days you made sure to be extra good. You did your chores without being reminded,helped clean up your messes without a fight,got out of the bath when dada said and even bought (well Steve and Bucky bought) Tony a replacement. You even stuck pretty flowery stickers on it.

Both Steve and Bucky were very happy with you so they decided you deserved a little treat.

“We are going in here for 2 things dolly that’s it” Bucky instructed you as he sat you in the target shopping cart. You nodded reaching out to hold Steve’s hand as they walked towards the toy isle. Bucky came to a stop and Steve lifted you up from the cart.

“Okay here’s the deal, you’ve been very good these past few days so daddies think you deserve a new toy” you smiled “but! Hey…you listening?” You nod “you can only have one. It can’t make any noise okay?” You nodded and he sat you down.

They had finally gotten you out of your noisy toy phase and thank god it was over. They used to wake up in the middle of the night to your toys making all sorts of noise.

You picked up a small bee plushie “I has?” You ask holding it out and Bucky smiled “you sure that’s what you want princess?” You nodded “I’m gonna name it Wilbur!” Both men smiled chuckling at you. “Alrighty, it’s yours” you grinned hugging the plush to your chest.

“You gonna walk?” Bucky asked and you shook your head reaching for steve who sat you back in the cart. You smiled absolutely enthralled with your new friend. Bucky stopped next on the isle that had bottles and sippy cups. “Alrighty….Elsa,Ariel, or Rapunzel?” You looked at Bucky “you…that’s a hard decision daddy!” You whined. “Take your time, think it through”

You did just that and approximately 3 minutes later you settled for Rapunzel because it was pink and you like pink. With their two items acquired they stopped to grab you a apple juice before checking out.

Once settled into the car steve opened up your new sippy cup filling it half way with your juice and handing it to you. You smiled and sipped at it happily “thank you!” “Course babydoll, you did good” you smiled and snuggled into Bucky side while Steve drove back home.

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arminaneka · 3 years

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Morning sickness

4:15am

You were 6 months pregnant lying in bed all by yourself. Your Boyfriend was busy helping his gang which you don’t mind at all, even tho you really wanted him to be right next to you.

You got up outa bed rushing to the toilet throwing up your guts. You felt so tired tho were only 3 months pregnant and you already wanted this baby out of you. You washed out your mouth and made your way back into the bedroom in hopes that you’ll fall asleep.

The sun starts to rise and you still haven’t managed to get any type of sleep, you weren’t really planning on staying in bed all day because you had a few things to do around the house. First you spread the bed, then you did the laundry and after that you swept out the house and the last thing you did was make yourself food. You sat down and eat.

Not after long you heard the door open and to your surprised you saw Rindo. He looked like a zombie. His hair was messy, he had blood all over him and he looked very tired.

“Hey baby, are you alright?” You asked worriedly “mhm” he hummed “do you want something to eat?” “No I’m good I’m just going to take a shower and then a nap” he said walking pass you into your shared bedroom. “Okay” you mumbled. You finished eating and you washed you plate, you also shared out a plate of food for Rindo and covered it on the table.

You went into your shared bedroom to see Rindo knocked out on the bed. You couldn’t help but smile you wanted to give him all the rest he could before he went back to work so you just decided to go into the living room and lied down in the couch.

You started watching Tv and not long after you fell asleep.

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You woke up to the sound of the microwave going off. You lift yourself from the chair feeling nauseous, “Hey, you doing okay?” He asked “yes” you lied

You stumbled into the bathroom and held your head over the toilet letting it all out. Rindo came into the bathroom holding up your hair for you. “Be honest, are you feeling okay?” He asked for the last time.

You couldn’t lie to him again so you just told him the truth about you have been feeling and how you missed him. “Why didn’t you call me, I would have left work for you” He said while picking you up from off of the floor and carrying you to your shared bedroom. He placed you on the bed and pulled the cover over your body. (This reminds me of when they pull the cover over a dead persons body at the morgue😭)

“When you wake up, I’ll set you a nice lovely bath. Does that sound good?” He asked while kissing your forehead. “Yea it sounds good, I love you Rin” You yawned “I love you too♥︎”

Sorry if there were any mistakes😔

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

FUCK. I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER. AHHHH. I HAVE WORK IN LIKE 2 MINUTES SO I’LL BE BACK TO REPLY TO EVERYONE.

Hey anon! So sorry it took me forever to finish writing this but good luck if you’re planning on pulling Xiao. I really wanted to finish writing this fic as an offering to the gacha gods that c1 xiao wants to bless me (even tho that’s not gonna happen). But good luck to everyone rolling today^^.

Disclaimer: I have not watch anything about Xiao because my hype can only take so much. This was written before 1.3. So if I get anything wrong or I’m missing something. That’s why.

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Can I just say how far Xiao has come in my writing since the first part of the semi series? Sniff, feel like we’re making character development for a character that’s not even out yet. I can’t wait for mihoyo to take my HCS and rip them apart.

Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ]

[Masterlist]

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

Instant panic mode engaged. If you’ve ever doubted his adepti power of swiftness you’re about to be mistaken. He’s noticed that you seem a bit out of it but brushed it off as you being tired from your recent journey. If there was anything bothering you, you would tell him. But as he turned around to greet you back, it seems like time is slowing down for him. He sees how your eyes glazed over and become unfocused. The muscles in your body snap and you drop to the ground. He can feel his blood run cold as past memories that have been waiting to jump at him suddenly claw at him but he doesn’t even register them. He’s already running towards you.

He’s already caught you in his arms before you can even meet the wooden floor. His brain is racing as he quickly checks your pulse to make sure you didn’t suffer from a heart attack or a curse. He makes a quick search over your body to check for any injuries, he can already feel the red hot iron of anger fill his system at the thought of someone trying to take advantage of you or threaten you. He’s usually logical in these types of situations, even the death of Rex Lapis didn’t shock him this much, but he’s been battling his conflicting feelings ever since he met you. But now that he’s finally accepted you and himself, he wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you. His mind flashes to Guizhong before he shakes away the thought.

It doesn’t occur to him that you might be sick as he tries to shake you awake. Whatever teachings Guizhong and Morax have taught him fly out the window as he holds you so close to his chest, he’s pretty sure his grip on you is bruising. He knew mortal souls weren’t as strong as adepti and staying around one might cause sickness or even worse- death. Was this his fault? He can feel the drop in his stomach as he tries to reign in his emotions and powers, not here.

Verr almost screams when Xiao breaks the wooden ceilings and lands in front of her. She’s scared that there was a monster outbreak or something was wrong with Xiao before she notices your passed out form in his arms. As much as she likes to joke around and thinks your relationship with Xiao is cute, she knows that if anything came to seriously harm you she wouldn’t able to calm Xiao before he goes on a rampage. You mean so much to him and he hasn’t opened his heart to anyone except you.

She can tell he’s nearly past his breaking point as he looks at her with dilated eyes as he asks, no commands, her to help you. It’s such whiplash to her. Xiao’s always been polite and reserved that she almost forgets he used to be a demon slaying Yaksha, but this isn’t the time for her to worry about that. She quickly leads him to the backroom since there’s no way Xiao wouldn’t bite any hand that comes near you. Bless Verr’s heart since this isn’t the first time she’s had to handle Xiao’s outbreaks that she manages to save face and contact a doctor that was staying at the inn to look at you. She does feel a bit bad for the doctor who looks like he’s about to piss himself in fear as Xiao growls and watches the doctors every move with piercing yellow eyes.

Xiao is still wary when the doctor and Verr try to calm him down and examine you more closely, always flinching back whenever their hands get too close to you, letting out a dangerous hiss whenever there’s the slightest twitch of discomfort in your face when the doctor feels your heated forehead. As soon as the doctor concludes that you’ve been sick for the past few days and your body just needs to heal itself and recharge, the tension on Xiao’s shoulder loosens and the suffocating aura that’s been filling the room slowly filters out. Verr can’t help but sigh in relief but can’t bring herself to scold Xiao for breaking the inns roof as she watches him look over your form with worried eyes as he softly nudges your cheek. He’s still holding you but his grip has loosen slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief as he rubs small circles in your hand. Xiao’s never been the most affectionate or shown to be the most caring but you’ve seriously scared him. She quietly leaves him be and closes the door as she begins to prepare to fix the damages.

Xiao never leaves your side as he waits for you to wake up. He can’t help but berate himself for not confronting you. The doctor said you would be fine but he can’t but imagine your body falling in a more violent scene. He quickly shakes those thoughts away as he paces around the room, sits besides you, then goes back to pacing. Usually he would go on a walk or beat his aggression out but he doesn’t want to leave you alone should you awake early.

Xiao doesn’t ramble about his day while you’re asleep, instead he just observes your features and the small movements you make to remind him that you’re okay. How your chest moves up and down as you breath or how your eyes sometimes scrunch in sleep. You’ve made him almost trip when you did it the first time since he thought you were waking up. He can’t help but think back to his fellow Yaksha’s and what they would say if they saw the way he was acting now.

Since his panic attack has mostly subsided he’s found himself growing more curious. He’s still worried about you but he’s managed to reason with himself that you’re okay, just sick which he’s going to scold you a bit for when you awake, so he softly brushes his fingers across your face. Before snatching his hand away in embarrassment. What the hell is he doing? Guizhong would slap him sideways if she saw him now. He huffs at himself as he deflates a little and rests his head on the bed beside your head. He’s patient. He will wait when your ready to wake up.

When you suddenly gain consciousness, it feels as if the entire world is weighing you down. You slowly blink open your eyes to see a worried Xiao hovering over you, his hands awkwardly in the air since he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks as his eyes dart all over the place before resting on your face. You’re still a bit out of it but you can tell he must have been really worried. You try to give him a small smile but with how scuffy you feel you can bet it’s not a pretty picture.

“Like I got slammed with one of Zhongli’s meteors,” you tried to laughed before coughing as Xiao quickly pressed a cup of water to your lips. Slowly letting you drink and calm down.

“If you have time to make jokes then you’re alright” Xiao sighs before his features change slightly. His eyes glaze over in concern as a small frown appears. He really does look like a kicked kitten as he slumps over as the stress finally lifts as he feels your hand softly run through his hair.

“Sorry,” you say, he must have been so stressed out while you were passed out for him to look so exhausted. He simply nudges into your hand before turning his face to kiss your palm,

“There’s no need for apologies. I’m...just glad you’re okay,” Xiao mumbles before he’s back to pressing his head into your stomach. You can’t help but smile delicately as you reach over and bring Xiao up with you until he’s lying over you as you hug him gently. There’s a bit of shuffling before you’re able to spoon him as he let’s himself relax after the two day panic attack he just went through.

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When you’ve fully recovered Xiao seems to hover around you a bit more. Well not a bit, a lot more, but no one has the heart to tell him that. It’s actually kind of adorable seeing the aloof and reserved adepti seem to follow you around like a loss duckling. Making sure you’re okay and you’re not overworking yourself. He still keeps his tough demeanor but you seriously gave him a big scare.

When Zhongli and Childe come over for their weekly visits of tea, they were aware that Xiao had locked himself in a room to watch over you and anyone that even stepped near the door would be skewered with a spear - and Verr would make them pay for the damages (Zhongli) and whatever consequences Xiao saw fit (Childe) - but they are happy to see you’re okay. You all fall back into your usual rhythm of conversation or Childe trying to get a rise out of Xiao while you and Zhongli talk about how lovely the weather’s been.

Zhongli let’s you in on some details that Xiao or Verr never mentioned while Childe and Xiao are fighting about who knows what. How Xiao wouldn’t leave your side or that he resembled a kicked kitten as he nudged your hand when he thought no one was looking. He offers you some medicine herbs to help with exhaustion and to take care of yourself. Likewise, to give Xiao some pain medication on his behalf. You’re one of the few good things in Xiao’s life and he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

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Hmm. I didn’t mean to but I totally believe in the dad zhongli train and I think Zhongli basically just gave you his blessing? Maybe I’m thinking too hard on this haha.

Maybe this is better? Trying to figure out writing styles are hard. Either way, I’m never gonna end up kicking my paragraph HCS habit haha. If you couldn’t tell, I really like feral protective but lowkey vulnerable types (coughrazorcough). Xiao is so OOC at this point I don’t even know how to fix it. Please come home Xiao.

(Edit: FUCK YEAH HE CAME HOME WITH DILUC. WE 90ED THIS BITCH AND IM ABOUT TO MAX HIS TALENTS. ILL SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL (since people have been asking) WHEN I GET BACK FROM WORK)

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tendouluvr · 3 years

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not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

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illyaana · 3 years

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Tags: Aizawa x Reader, Fluff, Binaural (if you consider shit a curse word then extremely minor amounts of cursing) (like 1 word)

Synopsis: Aizawa just wanted to stay indoors for his birthday with you and only you. (that's it SJSKAJ)

WC: 1031 (I didn't proofread as much as I usually do, so forgive me if there's a lot of mistakes :<)

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“Hey.”

You pressed your lips on his forehead, pulling him closer to your chest. Fingers entangled in his hair, your thumb softly grazed the side of his cheek.

You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he pressed his forehead against your lips. His fingers played with your cotton wool sweater, pressing against the small puffs back into the cream-coloured clothing. His soft breaths met the base of your neck, making your goosebumps rise ever so slightly. Your laughter filled the room the moment you felt his leg hang off yours, swinging slightly.

“Monkey.”

“Your monkey,” he whispered.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. You grabbed the blanket that fell off the bed and slung it over the two of you, encasing the both of you in a new layer of warmth. A small hum of approval left the raven-haired male as he pulled himself closer to you.

“You forgot that today’s your birthday, didn’t you?” You whisper, twirling his long hair.

“No wonder I heard all those notifications in the morning.”

“...and you didn’t reply to any of those messages?” You say as you reach for his phone.

“Don’t you dare,” he groaned as he put your hand back on his head, “Keep playing with my hair - it’s relaxing.”

You cup his cheeks, bringing his face closer to you.

“What’s up with you today?”

“I just want to sleep in - not worry about all those kids and all…”

You pushed yourself down to lay your head against his chest. As if it was instinct, he began to ruffle your hair, making it messier than it was before. You listened to his soft, steady heartbeat. Enveloped in his woodsy, fresh scent, your body instantly relaxed. His left hand began to stroke your back as he lulled you to sleep.

Or at least to.

“I can’t have a day in, Shota; I have things to hand in-”

“Call in sick, please.”

“I can’t.”

“You can - I’ll call your boss so they don’t even need to talk to you; just give me their number.”

“Shota…”

“I’ll call them - just give me their number.”

You sigh in defeat.

“I hate that I can’t say no to you,” you pass your phone to him.

He passed his phone to you, smiling.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to Nezu for me.”

You both sat on the couch with his sleeping bag draped on his shoulder, reaching his legs. His legs were wrapped yours as you sat in between them. He pressed his front on your back, hunching slightly. You felt his long hair press on your neck, reminding you of how long it has grown since you met him a few years back.

“What made you decide to keep your hair long?”

“I don’t really know,” he replied, “I guess I forgot to cut it?”

A snort came from you after hearing his response.

“How are you so lazy yet so hardworking?”

“It’s called having priorities, Y/N.”

“And you definitely weren’t the main reason why I am ‘sick’ today, aren’t you?”

He chuckled as he pulled you closer to him.

“There are days where you can just not care, you know?”

“And today just magically became one of those days?”

“Birthdays are the day to give no shits, Y/N - especially when they’re your partner’s.”

You placed his hands into yours and began playing with them as you enjoyed the comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. You closed your eyes as you enjoyed the warmth he radiated, pressing your head against his shoulder. He soon placed his head atop yours as you both stared at the crackling fireplace in front of the two of you. The smell that wafted from the flames - the crisp, sharp smell of heated air - awoke your senses, making you feel the small tingling sensations that crawled up your arm.

You turned to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist.

You pressed your hands against his cheeks, enjoying the roughness that came from the stubble on his chin to the softness of the apples of his cheeks. He instantly closed his eyes, pressing his face into your two hands. Your thumb slowly grazed his lower lip, feeling every single line and every crevice. You stared at his eyelashes, wondering about how it hid the most beautiful shade of obsidian under those eyelids.

“I love you, Shota. I feel like I don’t say it often, but you mean the world to me.”

He opened his eyes and met your intense gaze.

There it is; your beautiful shade of obsidian.

“I love you too, Y/N. I know my world isn’t safe - every single time I walk out of this little safe haven of ours, I am met by things that threaten my life - but I still want you in it. It’s selfish - I know it is - but you’re the only thing I want to wake up to. I only want you to see me like this - all defenceless and unguarded. I only want you to hold me like this - to cup my cheeks and to hold me so close. I only want to hear your voice when I come back home - the rest of the world can wait for me when I leave the next day.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, your noses meeting each other.

“And I want to be the only one who gets to kiss you - no one else.”

You closed your eyes as he closed the distance between the two of you.

This… this was home.

It wasn’t the walls that were decorated with photos of the two of you.

It wasn’t the memories that flashed before you as you stared at your shared kitchen, the sofa nor the window.

It was the warmth that he - and only he - gave you.

It was comforting; it gave you a sense of security.

It was caring; reminded you of all the times you wasted in his embrace.

His skin, his hair, his eyes, his nose, his lips…

Home is the warmth Aizawa Shota gave you as you love each other unconditionally.

“Happy birthday, Shota.”

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fawad-khan · 3 years

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birthdays and wonders

A/N: heyyy so this is an entry for @hollandsrecs tom’s birthday fic fest! hope u enjoy and let me know how this was!

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Pairing- Tom Holland x reader, both are married here :)

Word Count- 1.5k+ (yea i should practice writing more)

Prompt- your birthday present for tom: telling him you're pregnant

Warning- just mentions of sickness and vomiting in the beginning, nothing too much.

Summary- on tom’s birthday, you have a certain special gift for thomas this year.

You tossed and turned on your bed as you felt something come up your neck and would come out of the mouth any moment. You felt nauseous. You opened your eyes and sat up. You climbed off the bed, trying not to make noise and wake Tom. You made your way towards the bathroom, covering your mouth so that you could avoid puking on the floor.

Quickly, you opened the bathroom door and jogged towards the toilet and lifted the seat and emptied the contents of your stomach inside the toilet bowl. As the contents left, you could feel a bit better.

When you were finally done, you flushed and rinsed your mouth thoroughly to get rid of the taste of vomit. You walked back to the bed and got inside the covers beside Tom, who stirred a bit in his sleep and subconsciously pulled you closer towards him. Closing your eyes, you drifted back to sleep.

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This continued for a week. You didn't tell anyone about this, as it didn't seem like a big deal with you. Also because Tom would make a really big fuss, although that was also something that made him so adorable. You thought maybe this was a flu bug that was in the air and decided to dismiss this and focused on the upcoming days.

Tom's birthday was approaching and you wanted to keep a small and homely affair with all of his family and best mates.

Right now, you were discussing the food menu and decorations to do. Since Tom was out doing some work, this was the perfect opportunity to plan everything out and hence you had called Harrison, Harry, Sam and Tuwaine to help you out and discuss the food, time, drinks, etc.

You suddenly felt an urge to pee real bad. This was weird, considering you had just gone to the bathroom ten minutes ago.

"Shit" you muttered, hurrying towards the bathroom again. You came out five minutes later, feeling very suspicious. This happened a bunch of times in the previous day as well. You were trying to wrack your brains.

Then it struck to you. You took out your phone and checked the calendar, and sure enough, your period was late by a week already. Now, just to be sure, you needed a test.

You went back to the living room, where the boys were chatting and planning.

"Hey Haz, could you come here for a second? I need to talk about something." He nodded and walked towards you. You gestures him to follow you to the kitchen so that you could get some privacy.

"What's up, (y/n)?"

You took a deep breath. "Well, uh, I really don't know how to say this, but um I've been feeling some things over the last few days and uh" you looked down for a minute, wondering how were you gonna speak the words you were about to say next.

"I think I might be pregnant." You bit your bottom lip nervously as you looked at his face for his reaction. He held a bewildered expression, his eyes widened as he tried to process what you just told him.

"Wait, really? You're pregnant?" He asked, still confused.

"I think so, I'm not really sure."

"Oh, I see. Well, do you have any tests lying around? You could take a test and check."

"Well, that's what I called you here for. Could you just maybe purchase some tests from the nearby store? If it's possible?"

"Of course! I'll be glad to help you however I can." He smiled, making you smile too.

"Thanks Haz, you're a lifesaver."

"Anytime. I'll just go now and bring them for ya."

"Oh and Haz? Can you just not tell anyone right now? Especially Tom? I don't want anyone to know just in case this was a false alarm or anything."

"Of course, my mouth is zipped. You have my word."

"Thanks. Now hurry along!" With that he went out and made a simple excuse of getting a phone call and quickly went to the nearby medical store and bought a small bunch of tests. He came back carrying them in a small bag, entering inside quietly and sneakily placing them in your room, without anyone seeing him. He came back and nodded at you, you mouthed a thanks to him.

Later, when the other boys had gone, you decided now would be safe to test. Harrison, of course, stayed back as he wanted to know whatever the outcome was, and be there for you.

You went to the bathroom and prepared yourself to pee on the stick. Luckily, you made sure to drink a decent amount of water just in case so that this would go smoothly.

You waited for five minutes and checked the tube. Surely, it showed two lined, which indicated that the test was positive and you were indeed, pregnant.

"Oh my god." You could not help saying to yourself.

"Is everything ok?" Haz asked, knocking softly at the door.

"Yeah, yeah it's alright." You replied, heading to the door and opening it.

"Well?" He asked, looking at you.

"It's positive."

"Oh my god is it true?"

"Yes it is Haz! You're going to be an uncle!" You smiled as he jumped a little in excitement like a kid. He gave you a tight hug, which you responded by hugging him as well, giggling and smiling.

"Hey, uh let's just not tell Tom yet. Or anyone. I think I know the perfect time to tell him." You looked at him knowingly, hoping that he could get the drift, which he did.

"You got it, chief."

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"Happy birthday to you, Tom!" You sang as he cut his cake. The party turned out to be a very and cozy affair, with everything going well as planned.

You were yet to give your gift to Tom. You decided that it would be better when you both were alone and had your privacy to do it.

While the others were busy on distributing the cake and food for each other and taking their share, you went to Tom and hugged him from behind, making him grin and hold your hands wrapped around his waist.

"Happy birthday, darling." You mumbled in his ear, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips.

"Thanks love." He chuckled, turning around to give you a proper hug and pull you closer to him, his head resting on your shoulder and taking in your scent which always reminded him of home and comfort, what he always felt when he was with you.

"Hey, wanna come to the room for a second? I wanna show you something." He nodded and you took his hand in yours and walked to the bedroom. You walked to your cupboard and took out a small, neatly wrapped box which you had kept for this particular occasion.

"Here's my present. Happy birthday, baby." You whispered to him, handing him the gift.

"Thanks, angel. Wonder what's in here." He sat on the bed and unwrapped the box, wondering what could be there. You could feel your heartbeat go faster as you waited for his reaction. He took out the box and opened the lid, his eyes scrunched in confusion as he saw a pregnancy kit there.

He picked it up and observed it closely in his hands and noticed there were two lines, which made him gasp in surprise and look at you. He got up, taking the pregnancy kit in hand walked to you, hoping he had read the situation right.

"Darling, is this what I think it is? I mean, is it true? Are you h-having a baby?" He looked down gently at your belly and looked at your face again. You smiled and nodded, taking his hand and placing it on your belly.

"Yes Tom. We're having a baby." You smiled softly, waiting for his reaction.

"Oh my god, babe this is so amazing! We're gonna have a baby, a mini you or mini me in our arms in a few months, I just- wow!" He chuckled softly, running his fingers through his curls. He gave you a big hug, holding you close to him. You could hear him sniffle a bit as you hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I'm so happy and excited, darling." He mumbled in your ear.

"Me too, Tom. I'm excited for this." You could feel tears of joy coming out of your eyes. You pulled away from the hug and cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a soft kiss. His soft lips moved with yours as he squeezed your waist gently. You pulled away and placed your forehead on his, looking into his eyes filled with happy tears.

You both could not help but giggle, feeling so ecstatic about having a child, two years into your marriage, and were ready to welcome a little baby into your world.

"I love you, (y/n)."

"I love you too, Tom." You smiled.

"Now wanna tell the others?"

"Yeah, let's do that. Although, Harrison knows." You winked. With that you walked towards the door to break the news to everyone, while Tom muttered a 'hey!' before coming to join you to break the news.

This certainly had been an amazing birthday, he thought. You were both looking forward to having your child and what the future held for you.

The End

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Bec and Ali Creators Week: Day 4 - baby!jack au where Dean fell into the portal with Lucifer and Cas lives

It’s been almost a month since Dean disappeared into the portal with Lucifer.

Sam has been off researching all things otherworldly while Mary does nothing but hunt. She never calls back but sends an ‘I’m okay’ text whenever she remembers.

Cas, on the other hand, has been on the run with baby Jack the whole time. He thought they could have lived in peace in the lake house, but since the portal opened, it’s been a calling card for every supernatural creature around them. Including angels and Cas couldn’t risk anybody hurting Jack.

“You can’t do this on your own!” Sam yelled at Cas through the phone. “Just tell me where you are, and I-!”

“No! Sam.” Cas sighed as he looked over at the motel bed to see Jack’s little hands grasping at air as he fidgets and laughs. “I can’t risk what happened before, happen again. Jack he-when he is upset it could be catastrophic.”

“I won’t hurt him.”

Sam promised. But he has promised this before, and the only reason Sam is alive is that Cas begged Jack not to hurt him. Jack was as powerful as anybody feared, but he is still so gentle. His powers only appearing when there was a threat nearby. Now Sam was a threat.

“I can’t be sure he won’t hurt you, Sam, and I just can’t risk you.” You are all I have.

The days were never lonely with Jack. Cas has dealt with true loneliness before to know the difference. But they weren’t any easier.

“Please, Jack. Please stop crying.” Cas would bounce Jack in his arms, unable to understand what was wrong. Jack doesn’t get sick like a regular baby. He doesn’t sleep or eat like one either, so those books were utterly useless. They only helped remind him repeatedly about keeping to a schedule, and right now, Jack should be tired.

Cas sang to him, hoping whoever banged the motel door won’t come back yelling about shutting the baby up. Jack has cried for two hours now. Not stopping. And while Cas did not sleep, he felt exhausted.

“Show me what’s wrong, Jack. Please. I want to help you.”

Dean would know what to do. He would know how to hold Jack and bounce his arms to an exact beat that made all babies feel comfortable. Dean was amazing with kids. Amazing with everybody.

“You would have loved him.” Cas bent his head over to press a kiss to Jack’s soft bald head. He took a big calming breath of baby before continuing to bounce the baby in his arms. This time Cas sang a familiar song, one may be inappropriate for Jack but comforting nonetheless. “And if you say to me tomorrow. Oh, what fun it all would be. Then what's to stop us, pretty baby. But what is and what should never be.”

“I actually didn’t understand the lyrics and had to look them up.” Cas talked as he looked ahead at the ugly wallpapered room. “Dean knows them, though. Sometimes he mumbles it, and he gets embarrassed when he messes up, but he knows it. He just gets excited.”

Cas stops talking when he realizes the crying has finally turned into easy breathing. Jack was finally asleep.

The relief didn’t last long. Cas was lying in bed, eyes shut with Jack sleeping on his chest when he felt something off with the air around them. It tasted too electrifying and heavy to feel like a storm.

They have been found again.

Cas is quick to pack up, cradling a once again crying baby to his chest. It would be faster if he had both his arms to pack up their mess, but he left some things behind as he drove off. Leaving another motel for the road again.

Driving the Impala to the next motel took a three-day drive. Jack was patient enough, blabbering alongside the music, but even they needed to stop to get some fresh air every once in a while.

In the motel, Cas once again had to watch the video on how to bathe a baby because he always assumes he will do it wrong. He made a checklist out loud, asking Jack what else they may need besides food and diapers. He promised to head straight to the store in the morning to buy him new clothes since the baby quickly outgrows every new outfit Cas could manage to get him.

As the day was winding down, Cas called Claire to check up on her. She worries about him but won’t admit it out loud, so Cas keeps the conversation focus on her. She asks about Jack but more to be polite. She is scared that the baby may end up being the thing that would kill him, but Cas saw a future where Claire was happy and safe, so all this trouble would be worth it.

Though he saw a future with Dean too, but every day, it felt like that vision was wrong. Maybe that vision was long gone now. All possibilities to it were now shattered.

Cas turned to the bed when he heard the start of cries. Jack was waking up.

“Hey.” Cas crawled into bed beside him. “Oh, don’t cry, Jack.”

He presses a kiss to his son’s head, feeling warmth run through him. “I love you so much. You know that?” Cas lifts Jack up and holds him to his chest again. Letting Jack settle down for a second before Cas continued. “I know we are dealing with a lot right now, but having you, Jack, still makes me feel happy. I just wish I could give you the life you deserve.”

Cas sighed as his hand gently pats at Jack’s back.

“I just wish I could give everyone I love the life they deserve.”

They settle in the motel for a week before they had to move on. Motel. Impala. Motel. Impala. That was their life.

“I’m so tired,” Cas whispered to himself in the mirror, splashing water on his face as he hears Jack continue to cry in the room over. Of course, Cas would start crying himself because Jack has been crying with no rhyme or reason. Not one that Cas could find.

They haven’t stopped driving for a week. They rested in the car, and it was only a short time before they were found again. Cas finally lost whoever was after them after killing three demons in the gas station, but he was nicked a few times. Grace seeping out of him for a few seconds before he healed himself.

Jack could heal him, sure, but every time he used his powers, they had a new group coming after them. So no powers for right now. While Cas was desperate to feel better, he was also desperate to stay put for a while and not drive.

“Jack, baby, please don’t cry anymore.” Cas crawled back into bed, tears forming around his eyes. “Please stop crying. I’ll do anything you want.”

Jack’s little lungs gave it everything they got in the sudden yell, and Cas hid his face in Jack’s little body as he cried alongside his baby.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “Dean would have known what to do. He would have taken so much better care of you.”

Jack’s little cries stung again and again. Feeling hopeless and frustrated, Cas only kissed him. He was trying to quiet his cries while also fighting his own.

“Please, baby, don’t cry.” Cas cradled Jack to his chest and kissed his little head as Jack’s tiny fist hit him. “I never knew how much it would hurt to see a child cry. I never thought I would know this heartache.”

Cas started to sing. "You are my sunshine. My only sunshine.”

The voice filled with more gravel as he fought his own sob.

Cas fell asleep for the first time since having Jack. He dreamt of the happy vision, of Dean, of the happy family he longed for. All the things that were looking impossible today.

Cas wakes up to a flash of light.

#b&acw #ummm people prob wrote cute baby jack stuff and here i am lol #i just really like this au okay lol #dadstiel #baby!jack #fic #wormstachewrites #also i didnt reread it cause im late for work so sorry about that #cas #jack

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I’ve Got This Fever

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In which Annabeth catches the flu, and domestic fluff ensues

Annabeth woke up in pain.

This wasn’t exactly an unusual occurrence. Being a demigod, Annabeth was no stranger to pain. She’d had broken bones, burns, cuts, stab wounds…. you name an injury, Annabeth Chase had probably experienced it.

But this was a different kind of hurt, a hurt Annabeth hadn’t felt in a long time. Her head was pounding. Her mouth was drier than the Sahara desert. Her muscles ached, and even the soft sheets and pajamas she was wearing felt like knives on her skin. Despite being under a mountain of covers, she was shivering, bitterly cold.

There was no doubt about it. Annabeth was sick.

Annabeth never got sick.

She groaned, sitting up. That turned out to be a bad idea as a wave of nausea rolled over her, and she lowered herself back onto her pillows, falling the last half of the distance. She felt Percy shift beside her, woken from her movement.

“Hey,” he said, the smile fading quickly from his face as he saw her own expression, which was probably nothing short of miserable. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel like crap.”

She surprised even herself with how horrible her voice sounded, raspy and dry. Percy frowned, reaching out and touching her forehead. He normally ran hot, but now his fingers felt cool against her skin, almost painfully so.

“You’re burning up.” he said, frown deepening.

“I’m freezing.” Annabeth croaked. As if to prove her point, she shivered involuntarily.

“That’s the fever talking.” Percy said grimly, “Hold on.”

He climbed out of bed. His warmth left with him, and Annabeth was left just that much colder, trembling under the covers. Percy couldn’t have been gone more than two minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

When he returned he was holding a thermometer and a glass of water.

“Temperature first. The water might mess with the reading.” He said, apologetic. She wanted to hate him for that because she was so thirsty she thought she might die, but she knew he was right.

Annabeth sat up slowly. Thankfully this time she just felt a little dizzy and not nauseous. The thermometer was cold and uncomfortable under her tongue, but Percy kept a steadying hand on her back, rubbing small circles into her shoulder with his thumb. With her oversensitive skin it almost hurt, but she leaned into the contact anyways.

When the thermometer beeped, Percy traded it for the glass of water. Annabeth nearly downed the entire glass in one gulp.

“A hundred and one.” he announced, flipping the display so she could see. The number was lit up in red, signaling that she did, in fact, have a fever.

“I can’t be sick. I have class.” Annabeth said. Her voice was a little improved by the water, but she still sounded kind of terrible.

“Just email your professors and tell them you can’t make it.” Percy said, as if this were the easiest thing in the world.

For him it probably was. He did his best with school, but he also wasn’t opposed to ditching class every once in a while and blaming it on a fabricated stomach bug, something Annabeth found absolutely abhorrent. She hadn’t missed one class in her entire college career, and she wasn’t about to start now.

“It’s fine. I’ll just take some tylenol and I’ll be good to go.” Annabeth said. Percy gave her an exasperated look.

“Beth. You probably have the flu, you can’t go to class like this.”

“It’s just a little fever.” Annabeth protested. Really, she was already starting to feel better. It was just waking up that had been the hard part, and some ibuprofen would knock her headache and high temperature right out. Percy didn’t look so convinced, but what did he know.

“If you say so.” Percy said, crossing his arms over his chest. Annabeth looked at him suspiciously.

“You’re not going to fight me on this?” she asked. Percy just gave a shrug, though his expression was a stubborn one.

“Nope. You can go right ahead.” Percy said, gesturing his hand off the bed. There was no way he should be giving up this easily, but if he wasn’t going to argue with her, Annabeth wasn’t going to be the one to start it.

She swung her legs carefully over the edge of the bed, glancing again at Percy. He gave her a go ahead look, so she did. The second she tried to put weight on her feet, her vision blacked out and her knees buckled. She would have fallen flat on her face if Percy hadn’t been waiting there to catch her. Her headache immediately doubled in intensity, and Annabeth groaned.

“Still wanna go to class?” Percy asked. He at least had the decency to sound sorry for her, even though making fun of her would have been just as deserved.

“That was mean.” Annabeth complained. Percy lowered her back into bed, gently pushing her shoulder so she would lie down again. Annabeth didn’t need so much convincing this time.

“It was the fastest way.” Percy said apologetically, brushing some hair out of her eyes “You would have fought me on it all day, otherwise.”

Annabeth sighed, but didn’t deny it. She probably would have been unbearable. She probably still was going to be unbearable.

“How am I sick? I never get sick. I’ve never had the flu in my life.” Annabeth said. She glanced upwards at Percy, who was looking very much like he was trying to not say something.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing.” he said quickly, but Annabeth knew his expressions better than her own, and she knew when he was holding back.

“You’re thinking something.” Annabeth said accusingly. A smile cracked through his holding-back face.

“Should I not be?” he asked.

“You know what I mean.” Annabeth grumbled.

“Okay. I mean, I’m sure your immune system is very high-quality. I mean, it's yours, how could it not be?”

“Stop trying to butter me up.” Annabeth said, but she couldn't keep a smile all the way off her face.

“Who said I was buttering you up? I was complimenting your robust immune response” Percy said innocently, still grinning.

“Now you’re trying to distract me, but it won’t work.”

This was a complete lie. If he tried a little harder, it probably would work, and he knew it as well as she did. He caved anyways, which meant he probably did actually want to tell her what he was thinking.

“Okay, fine.” Percy said, “I was just going to say, you spent most of your winters at camp, which is totally isolated from the outside world, which means you haven’t really had a real flu season since you were like seven.”

“I went to boarding school.” Annabeth reminded him.

“Yeah, and you spent winter breaks at camp, or at your dad’s.”

He neglected to mention that she had spent one such break kidnapped by Luke and forced to carry the weight of the sky, which would have proved his point further, but Percy was not so ruthless during little discussions like these that he needed to bring up every last piece of evidence. Annabeth envied that restraint sometimes.

“Are you trying to tell me that my immune system probably actually sucks because it hasn’t been exposed to anything real since I was eight?” Annabeth asked. Percy bit his bottom lip.

“You said it, not me.” he said, with an apologetic shrug. Annabeth groaned again, rolling onto her stomach and shoving her face in her pillow. The sudden movement did nothing to relieve her headache; in fact it started pounding away with renewed vigor.

“But I got my flu shot and everything.” Annabeth complained, “I wash my hands all the time.”

“If you hadn’t gotten your shot you’d be feeling twice as bad right now, believe me.” Percy said. Between his ADHD-induced forgetfulness and his living in the city during flu season, Annabeth was inclined to trust him on that one.

“What do I do?” she asked, turning her face halfway off the pillow so she could look at him again. The sympathetic look he was giving her did not make her optimistic for his answer.

“Drink a lot of water and wait for it to pass.”

“That’s it?” Annabeth asked in disbelief.

“And keep an eye on your temperature.” Percy amended, “If it goes over a hundred and three I’m taking you to the ER.”

“Modern medicine is a sham.” Annabeth said. That elicited a laugh from him, at least.

“Go back to sleep. You can send your emails later.” he said, brushing a few stray curls behind her ear.

“I don’t know if I can.” Annabeth said, and it wasn’t even a lie or her being stubborn. She was still freezing somehow, shivering even though she was under blankets again.

In response, Percy crawled back under the covers, wrapping his arms around her. She snuggled into his chest, stealing his warmth, even though she knew she shouldn’t.

“You have class.” Annabeth protested. She felt his laugh, a sturdy vibration in his chest, more than she heard it.

“Not anymore. I’m probably just as contagious as you at this point.”

Annabeth tried again.

“I’m going to get you sick.”

“Maybe.” Percy said, not sounding particularly bothered by it either way.

“But…” Annabeth trailed off. She didn’t want him to leave, but it also didn’t feel fair to keep him here, knowing she was probably condemning him to the same misery she was feeling now.

“Don’t worry about me.” Percy said, reading her thoughts, “I used to ride the subway everyday, I think I’ve had every strain of the flu known to man. And if you think I’m just going to leave you here shivering, you’re crazy.”

“I guess I’ll allow it.” Annabeth mumbled, scooting a little closer to him. The shakes were finally starting to dissipate, driven off by Percy’s warmth.

“Oh, you’ll allow it?” he asked. She could hear the smile in his voice, even if she couldn’t see it.

“For now.” Annabeth said, though she had absolutely no intention of changing her mind, and he knew it better than she did.

“Go back to sleep, Wise Girl.” Percy said, kissing the top of her head.

“Fine.” she said, too tired to think of a good retort. “Seaweed Brain.” she added sleepily, for good measure. She felt him laugh again.

It took a while, but eventually she managed to drift off to sleep again, curled up against his chest.

#i had a shitty day at work so have some tooth-rotting fluff #percabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth fanfic #percabeth fluff #percabeth angst #pjo #pjo fic #pjo fanfic #pjo one shot #percabeth oneshot #Percy Jackson #Percy Jackson fanfic #percy x annabeth

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hercleverboy · 3 years

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the waiting room

spencer reid x fem!reader

summary ↠ the three times Y/N waited for spencer, and the one time he waited for her. (based off of this blurb)

category ↠ angst

warnings/includes ↠ mentions of death as a result of potential illness, spencer’s headaches, mri scans, swearing, indefinite ending.

word count ↠ 2.9k

dedicating this one to two of the literal loves of my life, @voidsfilm + @ellesgreenaway ♡

“What is stronger than the human heart, which shatters over and over and still lives.” — Rupi Kaur

Spencer had always hated hospitals.

He found it so conflicting, how a place could hold so much hope for life and promise for the future, and yet also hold so much heartbreak and despair and agony.

The strong disinfectant smell wasn’t his favourite thing, either. He hated how the bright lights always irritated his eyes, and how the hallways all just looked the same, so bleak and lifeless.

Most of all, he hated the waiting room.

The navy-blue carpet that lined the floors, wooden chairs that were always, without fail, extremely uncomfortable to sit in. The way that nurses and doctors would walk past the room, eyes full of pity and sorrow. With his job, he’d seen more waiting rooms than he would’ve liked. He spent more time than he wanted to in hospitals, talking to victims’ families, and even sometimes having to witness them receive such heartbreaking news. On one or two occasions, he’d even had to be the bearer of bad news himself, the one who had to tell expectant family that their loved one was gone. It only added to the list of reasons why he despised hospitals.

Then there was the other side of the coin. He took frequent trips to the hospital, but unfortunately more oftenly as a patient than an FBI agent. He wouldn’t say he was reckless, but he didn’t exactly put much value on his life. Or at least, he never used to. He figured it was because he was the only one on the team without a family to come home to, without people who were dependent on him. And so, if it came down to it, he would willing take off his Kevlar vest and put down his weapon while talking down a gun-wielding unsub. Of course, he’d get the third degree from Hotch later, but he could live with that. And then he met Y/N, and he realised that now he had someone counting on him, someone waiting for him to come back home to them, he couldn’t afford to be so careless in the field.

Though sometimes, despite Spencer’s best attempts, things still went wrong. Y/N had seen the inside of the hospital waiting room more than most, often because she’d get called by one of his team mates to alert her that he’d been injured in the field. And without him ever asking, she’d drop everything to be there for him, even if it was his own stupidity that had landed him in those situations.

The first time was after he’d been shot in the knee. Y/N had been midway through her workday when she’d received a call from JJ telling her that Spencer had been injured. She knew that it was only a leg wound, that he would be absolutely fine, but that didn’t stop her from being worried. She’d been sat in the waiting room, waiting anxiously for a nurse to come by and update her.

As soon as she got the all clear to see him, she’d breathed out a sigh of relief and made her way to his room, catching his attention as soon as she entered.

He gave her a tight-lipped smile, grimacing slightly at the pain shooting through his leg. “Hi.”

She chuckled at that, moving to stand at his bedside. “Hi baby, how are you feeling?”

“I’m ok.” He smiled, reaching up to tightly grasp one of her hands in his. “You didn’t have to come all the way down here, you know.”

“Oh, stop.” She mumbled with a smile. “You know how much I worry about you.”

He grinned at that, the warm feeling that he always got when he was with her spreading through him. He used the grip he had on her hand to pull her down to him, so his lips could meet hers in a sweet kiss. “Hotch has demanded I take some time off to rest, or whatever.” He murmured against her lips. “So, I’m all yours.”

“Hmm, and what you mean by that is that you need someone to take care of you at home for a few days?”

“Well, I did get shot in the leg, you know. Taking down the bad guy...” He gestured to his bandaged-up knee, a pout on his pretty pink lips.

She let out a laugh at that, amused. “Alright, Superman. Let’s get you home, shall we?”

The next time Y/N found herself in the hospital waiting room was a year later, when Spencer had been suffering from painful, unexplainable headaches.

Initially, Spencer hadn’t wanted her to attend his MRI scan appointment, but it didn’t take much convincing for her to assure him that she wanted to be there for him. He’d held her hand in a vice-like grip on the drive to the hospital, only letting go when the nurse called his name to tell him they were ready for him. She’d kissed the back of his hand before he’d left, a whispered promise leaving her lips before he went, “I’ll be right here waiting.”

She looked around the empty waiting room, took note of its greying walls and stained carpet, and how awfully uncomfortable the chairs were. She thought of anything and everything that could distract her from the way she was feeling at that moment- knowing how scared her boyfriend was that there was something was wrong with him.

Spencer came back to the waiting room an hour later, both relieved to see that his girl was indeed still waiting for him but frustrated with what little the doctor had told him.

“Hey!” Y/N sat up straighter, putting on a smile for the sake of her boyfriend. “How’d it go?”

Spencer just shook his head. “He says there’s nothing physically wrong with me. He suggested I should consider that it’s something more mental, but he’s wrong- he’s wrong, Y/N.” He sat down in the chair next to her, seeking comfort in her arms as he whimpered into the crook of her neck. “I’m not- I’m not crazy, am I?”

And the truth was, she didn’t know. She was so afraid for him, worried that he was sick, dying, perhaps of something that the doctors hadn’t detected yet. It terrified her. Her hands ran up and down the expanse of his back, attempting to soothe his weeps the best that she could. Spencer grabbed fistfuls of the back of her shirt and breathed in the scent of her hair as deeply as he could to try and ground himself.

“I’m scared, Y/N.”

That broke her heart to hear, but all she could do was nod in understanding, hoping her words would offer him some form of comfort. “I know, I know. We’ll figure this out, ok? Everything is going to be alright.”

The next time Y/N inside of a waiting room was on what she could only refer to as the worst night of her life.

There were no words that could encompass the plethora of emotions she went through when she’d received a phone call from JJ, “Spencer has been shot. It’s- It’s pretty bad, Y/N. You need to come quickly.”

When she got to the waiting room, she saw JJ and Alex sat opposite one another, a worry that made Y/N’s stomach sink on both their faces. She hurried towards them, tears blurring her vision. “Have you had any updates? Is he ok?”

JJ looked up, shaking her head sadly.

“What happened?” Y/N asked, her voice wavering.

“He got shot in the neck. He pushed me out of the way.” Alex sighed, as though she was still in disbelief that he’d done that to save her.

Y/N stared ahead in shock, dropping down into the seat beside Alex. Of course, of course, Spencer would risk his life to protect Alex. Y/N knew how fond he was of his colleague, how he idolised her, saw her as a sort of mother figure, even.

Eventually JJ got called back to work, with Alex insisting that she’d stay with Y/N and wait for Spencer to wake.

Y/N was so sick and fucking tired of the waiting room. Before, she hadn’t minded it, it had even bought a sense of comfort to her- because she was in a hospital, where they saved lives. But now? The familiar walls and dull navy-blue carpet made her feel nauseous. Not knowing whether her boyfriend was going to live or die was incomparable to any other time she’d found herself waiting in the same four walls. She was feeling everything and nothing all at once, she wanted to cry and scream, curse the universe for once again hurting a man that had done nothing in his life but protect others. Hell, part of her even wanted to laugh- laugh at the absurdity of the situation. If he died, - god, if he died - the world would’ve robbed him of a lifetime with her, the chance to live the life that he deserved.

She barely registered that Alex had left her side to bring her a coffee until she sat back down beside her. Y/N looked over at her, giving her a small smile as she gratefully accepted the coffee.

Y/N brought the cup to her lips, relishing in how the hot liquid brought her a sense of warmth, and she wondered if she’d ever feel Spencer’s warmth again. She sucked in a shaky breath, speaking the first words she’d said in all the hours they’d been waiting. “You know he wants kids?”

Alex looked over at her, sad smile tugging at her lips. “I do.”

Y/N nodded, sniffing. “He’d be a phenomenal father.”

“He would.”

Y/N let out a small cry, trying desperately to hold herself together. “What if I never get the chance to give him that, Alex?” She cried, body finally giving in to the painful ache that consumed her entire being.

Alex placed an arm around her, allowing the younger woman to lean on her shoulder for support. “You’ll get the chance. Spencer is strong, he’ll pull through.”

And sure enough, Alex had been right. When Y/N had been told he was awake, she couldn’t describe the relief that flooded her. After meeting Penelope in the hallway and being given a much-needed hug, she took a few deep breaths before walking into Spencer’s room. When her eyes landed on him, she felt the tears start to well again. She had to remind herself that despite the bandage on his neck and the numerous machines hooked up to him, he was there, and he was alive.

She came towards him with the best smile she could muster, and he looked up at her with a drowsy smile.

“Hi.” She whispered, standing beside his bed.

He grinned up at her, reaching out for her hand just like he always did. “Hi.”

She squeezed his hand gently, reminding herself again that he was ok, though she couldn’t prevent the tears that began to tremble down her cheeks.

Spencer’s heart throbbed at the sight, and he allowed himself to imagine the pain she must’ve been through, having to wait for hours to see if he was alive. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone, especially not the woman he loved more than anything else. “It’s alright, sweet girl. I’m alright.” He promised, wishing more than anything that he could pull her into his arms and soothe her, though the pain in his neck prevented him from doing so.

“I could’ve lost you.” She whimpered, her other hand coming out to delicately trace the side of his face.

“I’m right here.” He gave her hand three squeezes just to emphasise his point.

She leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. “You can’t ever scare me like that again.”

Spencer chuckled lowly, nodding. “Yes ma’am.”

“Promise me?”

And though it was a promise they both knew he couldn’t keep, he granted her the reassurance that she craved.

“I promise.”

Y/N knew that wasn’t the last time she’d be sat in the waiting room, scared and anxious and hoping that the love of her life was ok. She knew there would always be a ‘next time’, no matter how many self-serving promises she asked Spencer to make. What she didn’t plan for, was that the next time she saw the inside of a hospital, it would be her fighting for her life.

It had been a slow day at work for Spencer, with him managing to complete a majority of his withstanding paperwork. He sat at his desk, focused on how he twirled his pen between his fingertips, willing the clock to move faster so he could go back home when his phone rang, Y/N’s name flashing across the screen.

He answered eagerly, though all eagerness was wiped away when it wasn’t her voice on the other end of the line.

“Hi there, I’m looking for a Dr Spencer Reid?”

Spencer’s mind raced, and he swallowed thickly before squeaking out an answer. “That’s me.”

“I’m calling on behalf of Y/N Y/L/N, you’re registered as her emergency contact.”

“Is she ok?” He croaked out, begging and pleading internally that all the worst-case scenario’s running through his head wouldn’t come to fruition.

“She was involved in a severe road collision. You’re going to want to come down here-”

Everything past that was drowned out by the sound of Spencer’s heart beating quicker, so loudly he could hear it. He hung up, gathering his things together as quickly as he could and rushing toward the doors of the bullpen- running directly into one Derek Morgan.

“Woah, easy there, kid. You got somewhere to be?” He joked at first, but erased all hints of a smile from his face when he saw the tears filling the younger man’s eyes. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

Spencer couldn’t form a sentence, only managing to splutter out a few barely strung together words. “It’s Y/N, she’s- she’s been in an a-accident and I need, I have to get to her.”

Morgan’s eyes widened, nodding in understanding. “Alright, ok. You’re in no condition to be driving, let me take you.”

Spencer wasn’t about to argue, already making his way toward the elevator.

Spencer had always hated hospitals.

But he’d also decided that he really fucking hated the waiting room.

The doctors didn’t have any updates for him, no matter how many times he asked. So, he’d been forced to sit in that damned room and wait.

He thought of how cruel the concept of the waiting room was. Waiting for either good or bad news, waiting to hear the words that would either fill him with relief or dread, signify the start of his life or the end. How cruel was it that people had to sit and wait, with the weight of the world on their shoulders and just hope their loved one was ok?

With the first hour brought Spencer’s upset, tears trembling down rosy cheeks and whimpered words of disbelief that he could lose the woman he loved. He’d sat in the uncomfortable blue chair with his head in his hands as sobs wrecked through his body, with Morgan sat next to him, a comforting hand on his shoulder.

The second hour brought with it a slither of hope, as a doctor came out to update them. Though it wasn’t good nor bad news, just that Y/N was still in surgery and was expected to be so for the next few hours. Spencer had again buried his head in his hands, his thoughts racing. The rest of the team arrived, joining the sombre atmosphere of the waiting room.

The third hour saw Spencer grow agitated, angry with himself for not being with her, for not protecting her, despite how many times the team attempted to reassure him that there was nothing he could’ve done differently. They brought him cups of coffee with gentle reassurances, empty promises that Y/N would be fine, that she would pull through, but how could they possibly know that?

In the fourth hour, Spencer sat staring blankly at the wall. He reminded himself of the future he’d dreamt of time and time again, and how he couldn’t imagine himself having that life with anyone else but her. He recalled the location of the velvet purple box he’d bought just a few months prior, hidden amongst pairs of his mismatched socks in the second drawer of his nightstand. What if he never got the chance to propose? To give her the life that he’d promised her time and time again when it was 3am and he was holding the love his life as close to his chest as he could get her. After all he’d done, the years of his life he’d given to helping to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, this was the thanks he got? What a sick twist of fate that was.

By the fifth hour, he was exhausted. His eyes drooped but he fought to keep them open, choosing to ignore the pitiful looks JJ shot him when she saw him fighting sleep. He would wait for her, just like all the times she had waited for him. He recognised how the way that he felt must’ve been how Y/N had felt after he’d been shot the year before, and the thought almost made him sick. He ran over all the possible outcomes in his head, allowing his eyes to close for a single moment as he mentally calculated the statistical probabilities of each outcome. He despised how helpless he felt. For a man whose job was to help others in need, he’d never been a position before where he didn’t have the answer, where he couldn’t come up with a solution. His heart ached as the realisation that he could very well lose her settled over him, the statistic he’d calculated of her survival being a number that was way too low for Spencer’s liking.

For the moment, he had no choice but to wait.

It was all he could do.

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