#anyways sick bug is now gonna take a nap (lie)

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completely self indulgent sky siblings doodle. i'm sick and i deserve to draw all the fluff ever

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Pass Out (Request)

Jake Gyllenhaal x gn!teen!co-star!reader, Tom Holland x gn!teen!co-star!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: can I request a Tom Holland and Jake Gyllenhaal x teen!reader where she gets sick during the press tour and ends up passing out in front of fans? love your writing btw!!

Warnings: none, really? sick reader, slight insecurity, language

(A/N): yeah im in berlin (we’re being very safe and wearing masks all the time :D) and thats why i havent updated much. im trying to update a bit, im writing this at 7:43 to make it before breakfast hsghssgs anyway hope y’all enjoy

“Y/n, you don’t look too good? Caught a stomach bug?” 

You sighed at Jake’s question. You did quite literally feel like shit that morning, all three of you padding out of the hotel to enter the car. It was going to be another day of press, and while those days could be a bunch of fun, this time the thought just worsened your pounding headache, nausea, weakness, and general shit-feeling.

“I don’t know what it is, I just feel real bad,” you grumbled irritably. Tom and Jake exchanged glances over your head. 

“Think you should stay home today? Me and Jake can take a yelling from Marvel, it’s totally fine. They hate me anyway.” 

“Yeah, I was gonna say, there’s really no way Tom can worsen his image to Marvel. He can take the blame. I mean, he’s already hit rock bottom.” 

You snorted at their banter, and without looking, knew Tom had that undoubtedly offended face. Though, you still shook your head sadly. 

“It’s not that bad. It’ll be fine.” 

There wasn’t much arguing then. The boys never knew you to be a liar about such things, and trusted your judgement completely. And, to be fair, you didn’t lie about how you were feeling. You just thought it was less bad than it was, which is why, when you entered the car, sitting between the two man-children, you got very nervous when it suddenly worsened drastically. 

You were sickly-looking, and both your head and stomach hurt. Your legs felt like jello (which is a very weird sensation, by the way, causing you to wriggle your legs to give them life again), and an overwhelming feeling of nausea hit you. Overall though, you felt weak.

Jake and Tom were still watching you worriedly. Your worsened state was easily spotted by them. 

“We’re here,” the driver announced. Out the window, you could see the sandy building that you were filming press in that day, and a pretty sizeable group of fans (mostly beautiful young gals) who were looking to meet their idols. 

“This is a bigger group than usual,” Tom mumbled, and the comment made you involuntarily groan. You loved fans, but today everything sucked. 

Soon enough, you three exited the black car, and The Jello Effect was in full effect, as you wobbled to the front door. 

“Oh my God, hi! We’re super big fans!” A nice-looking lady smiled brightly when she spotted you all. Her voice was pleasant, you thought. 

“Oh wow, I can’t believe we’re actually meeting them. I didn’t think they’d show up here today. Guess you were right,” came the mumblings from between them.

“We can sign a few things, if you want? We still have a bit of time before our schedule,” Tom offered kindly, because he was such a celebrity that really loved the fans, possibly more than both you and Jake (not that you two didn’t, Tom just had so much love to give out). 

All the fans (girls and boys and nonbinary alike) gathered to have their shirts, comics, papers, and anything else that they wanted signed. 

You felt horrific, but didn’t object, signing and smiling the best you could, but overall staying quiet. You even joined in on the pictures. 

“C-Can I, um, also have a-a picture?” a shy boy asked stepping forward. Both Tom and Jake smiled and said “yeah” and “of course”, but in that moment the world suddenly got very blurry for you.

Everything was very overwhelming, the noise, the questions, the requests, and the responsibilities, and all of a sudden your legs were gone, and the ground was very close to you. And then it was black. 

Jake and Tom were standing in front of the boy, when a thump came from behind them (your jello body falling down, in case you were wondering). They looked, and surely enough, there you were, on the ground. 

They both immediately jumped down to you, crouching beside your collapsed body. 

“Holy shit, are they okay?” one of the fans asked, as a worried murmur spread throughout the crowd of people. 

“Uh, I don’t really know-” Jake said nervously. “Damn it, Y/n,” he cursed you, because, of course, you would underestimate the seriousness of your sickness. 

Thinking quick, Tom grabbed the rather shy boys phone, angled it so the boy was behind him, and then tapped Jake’s shoulder. They both, comically, duck faced simultaneously, and Tom snapped a picture. 

“Here,” he gave the kid back his phone, whilst Jake grabbed and lifted you. 

“We gotta get them to a hospital. I don’t want to risk anything,” Jake whispered, not wanting to further upset the fans that stood beside them, with wide eyes and filming phones. Tom nodded. 

“Alright, it’s been good, but, uh.. Well, we’ve got things to fix here,” Tom waved goodbye, and then followed Jake, who was sprinting to the parking lot with you in his arms. 

“W-What?” you mumbled and blinked awake. You felt drowsy and sick and simply quite terrible, and it was hard to understand, but you realized you were in someones arms. 

“Holy shit, Y/n, you scared the crap out of me!” Jake exclaimed breathlessly, as you awoke from your nonconsensual nap. You looked around in confusion, at Jake’s face (you had a great view of his nose and chin), the parking lot, and then a moment where you wondered what the hell was happening. 

“Did I- What happened?” your mumble was weak.

“You passed out! We’re bringing you to a hospital!” Tom came from behind Jake. This made you stir. 

“Uh, no. No, you’re not!” you (with much grunting and effort - and probably Jake simply letting you go out of respect) jumped out of Jake’s grasp and onto the parking lot. You stumbled, overestimating the solidness of your legs, and almost falling down again, but this time Tom was prepared. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to stand up. From his eyes came a warning look.

“Y/n. You’re sick. We’re going to a hospital. Just to make sure.” 

You knew he was right, but still you couldn’t help but feel like a bother. The boys both saw your stubbornness fade slightly. 

“Alright, I’ll go to the hospital. But you guys go and do press. I can’t have you getting in trouble with Marvel..” you mumbled somewhat angrily. 

Jake and Tom looked at each other for a moment, and then shook their heads. They begun moving at the same time, each taking one of your arms and just starting to walk. You looked back and forth between them accusingly. 

“I called an Uber. It’ll be here five.”

“Sounds good, sounds good.” 

“Excuse me? I said, I’ll go alone!” 

Tom stopped, turning to you. Surprisingly, he smiled playfully.

“Look, N/n. We’re going wether you like it or not, because me and Jake, we care about you too. So stop being so selfish, and let’s go get you checked out, because we can’t have you feeling sick and passing out on us. Alright?” 

His voice was surprisingly light and his smile was upheld, but you could tell he was still a bit concerned. The feeling of someone caring about you. It warmed your heart a bit. 

Jake ruffled your hair from behind, and you all started walking again. You smiled stupidly, and, though still present, your nausea was much smaller now. Jake eyed you from the side, watching your smile. He shook his head.

“Dummy.” 

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Happiness Continues

Part 2: 5 Weeks Pregnant

Summary: Y/n comes down with an unexplainable bug and tries to chalk it up to stress at work. But after a conversation with her sister-in-law, realization hits her that it’s not in fact a bug at all. 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3.8K+

Warnings: Language, nausea and vomiting, discussion of surprise pregnancy

Author’s Note: Welcome back to the party everyone. Let’s get started! Special thanks to my always hype woman @waywardbeanie​ and my amazingly patient beta @emoryhemsworth​ Please enjoy some reviews from friends who have the luxury of a few sneak peeks. xoxo Alex

“I never thought I would have to engage in fisticuffs with Jensen, but here we go lol”  @jensengirl83​

“Y’all are gonna love it.” @emoryhemsworth​

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The whole church was bustling as the pastor released the congregation for the day. It had been a nice sermon that Y/n hadn’t exactly paid attention to. All morning her body had been feeling iffy. It was something that she couldn’t exactly place, she just felt...off. Y/n assumed she was just coming down with a bug. By the time they had made it to the church, she was ready for a nap. In all honesty, she had to fight to keep her eyes open as their pastor droned on, which she did feel bad about. 

Y/n was rolling her tongue about as Jensen drove them off to Jared and Gen’s for their usual Sunday brunch. Gen had woken up late with the kids and therefore the Padalecki’s had skipped church that day. That meant Y/n didn’t have to help cook, a fact which she was grateful for considering the spinning going on in her head. 

“You’re quiet over there,” Jensen noted as they walked to the front door, their fingers entwined between them. 

“I just feel off this morning,” Y/n explained. “I’m not sure what it is.” 

“You think you’re coming down with something?” Jensen pushed open the door, letting themselves into the house. 

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you have been stressed lately. First, there was everything that happened at work and then the move. It’s a lot for anybody. Your body is probably worn down.” His words trailed off as Shep came running to greet them at the door. Jensen ruffled the kid’s hair as he came to hug them both. 

“Hmm, remind me to chug some orange juice then,” she commented before turning her attention to her nephew. Shep went into a deep explanation about how his mother had let him help cook their brunch, telling them both how he only dropped a few eggshells into the bowl. 

Y/n was laughing along with him as they went deeper into the house. It wasn’t until she rounded the front staircase that the smell of cooking bacon and pancakes hit her nose, causing a wave of nausea to roll through her. Planting her feet, she dropped Jensen’s hand and ran to the nearest powder room, the door slamming behind her. 

Y/n had to spit the saliva pooling in her mouth into the sink, taking deep breaths through her nose to will away the rolling inside her. Puking was the worst thing in her mind, and she would do anything to avoid an episode. This time she was successful, rinsing her mouth with water from the faucet helping to calm inside her. 

“Y/n/n,” Jensen turned the knob, waiting for a protest from her that didn’t come before pushing the door open, “Are you okay?”

Y/n shook her head, afraid if she spoke it would open the faucet inside her. “Do we need to go home?”

“No,” she swallowed down the bile and took another deep breath. “You eat, I’m just gonna lie down.” 

“Okay,” Jensen relented, running his hand down the back of her head and pulling her in so he could place a kiss to her forehead. “You’re sure?” 

“I just—” a hiccup tore through her, threatening to destroy all she was fighting down. “I just need a minute.” She managed to get the words out before leaving her husband standing in the doorway to the bathroom. As she headed off for the couch in Jared’s office, Jensen made his way back to where Jared and Gen were waiting, both of them staring at him in anticipation upon his return. 

“Is she alright?” Gen asked as she flipped a pancake on the griddle. 

“She says she is, but she’s gonna just lie this one out I think. Earlier she mentioned that she felt off.” Jensen took a coffee mug from the counter and filled it before sitting at the table. “I think she’s running herself into the ground. She’s trying to do more than one person should take on.” 

“Just make sure she gets a lot of fluids and some rest, and she’ll be good as new,” Jared noted as he tapped Tom’s hand when he reached out to grab something from Shep’s plate. 

“I hope so…”

Y/n had no sooner lain her head on the throw pillow than passed out. Jensen had to shake her a little harder than usual to wake her when the family had finished brunch. Y/n had felt far better after her nap, the events of the morning all but forgotten once she got home, though she didn’t push her luck with eating anything that evening. Mosty she drank a lot of juice, her cure-all. 

****

Soft pop music played on from the lobby of her office. Mondays in her office were usually casual, filled with standard meetings and the answering of emails. Today was no different, well, besides the fact that she couldn’t keep her eyes open. The long paragraphs on her screen began to run together and she kept having to reread them over. It was when her eyelids eventually started to droop that she sighed in defeat. 

Y/n pushed her chair away from her desk and went to close her door. She leaned out the doorway quickly to speak to her assistant. “I’m taking an early lunch, field my calls for a few hours, please?” Abby nodded her head and Y/n closed the door behind her. She sauntered over to the stiff couch that sat along the far wall of her office. Plopping down on the decorative piece, she kicked off her heels and laid out across it. 

She was out as soon as her eyes closed.

The sharp trill of her cell phone jolted her awake. The sudden change in her position had her stomach flipping. Gingerly, she brought her hand up to her mouth and she paused to allow the bout of nausea to pass her. By the time she got her bearings, her phone had ceased ringing. Y/n slipped her heels back on her feet and made her way to her desk to retrieve her cell. The time across the screen indicated she had been out for two hours. She let out a huff, assuming she would get a thirty-minute cat nap before finishing her day. Now she felt bad about leaving Abby out there to answer all her calls during that time. 

The missed call indicated that it was from her husband. As she sat down behind her desk, she redialed his number. He answered on the second ring. 

“Hey honey,” she could practically see his smile through the phone. 

“Hey,” her voice was hoarse as she answered him.

“Babe, you okay?” The change in his tone had Y/n picturing him sitting up straight wherever he was. 

“Uh, I don’t really know. I just took a two-hour nap in my office, though,” Y/n’s eyes drifted shut again as she rubbed a hand over her face. 

“Are you still feeling sick?” Y/n grunted out a response. “Well, I was calling to ask what you wanted for dinner, but now I’m thinking maybe you should come home, you don’t sound too well. Take the day off.” 

“I think maybe you’re right.” There was nothing big happening today. They had survived the last two hours without her, they could make it through the rest of the day. “I’ll be home in ten, love you.” 

“Love you too, see you soon.” The line clicked as Jensen hung up the phone. Y/n collected her things and headed out of the office. She let Abby know she was taking a sick day on her way out, the woman wishing her well as she exited. 

She barely remembered the drive home, only registering that she was even in the car once she parked it in the garage. The smell of cooking chicken hit her nose as soon as she entered the house, sending waves through her stomach. Y/n dropped her purse in the hallway, booking it past Jensen, who stood in front of a large pot on the stove, and straight to the nearest bathroom, her hand over her mouth to keep from making a mess. 

Her knees hit the tile hard as she leaned over the toilet, emptying the contents of her stomach into the bowl. Jensen was right behind her, pulling her hair back and holding it out of harm's way. Gently he rubbed small circles on her back until she was dry heaving, nothing left to come up. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and fell against the wall near the toilet. Her eyes were watering and her nose was running. Jensen stood and ran a washcloth under the tap before kneeling back in front of her to wipe her face. 

“I was going to make you some soup, but apparently that’s now out of the question.” He tried to smile for her, but it was tight and unconvincing. 

“Maybe just some crackers for now,” she rasped, smiling back at him so he knew that she appreciated the sentiment. Jensen snorted with a shake of his head. It was just like his wife, making jokes as she sat on the bathroom floor where she had just vomited her guts out. 

“Alright, what do you say we get you into bed?” He cocked his head at her as he continued to wipe away what makeup he could from her face. She nodded enthusiastically, allowing him to help her to her feet. She followed him through the house and to their bedroom. Jensen went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas as she began to disrobe. He tossed the cotton garments her way before going to turn down the bed. 

“I’m going to finish the soup anyway, in case you’re up for it later,” he said, tossing their throw pillows across the room and pulling back the thick comforter. “Holler if you need me, yeah?” Y/n crawled into the open bed, the cool sheets feeling amazing against her heated skin. 

“Thank you.” The smile on her face was weak. 

“That’s what I’m here for. Get some rest.” Jensen leaned down and tucked her into the bed, placing a soft kiss against the clammy skin of her forehead. She watched as he sauntered out of the room, shutting off the light as he went. For the second time that day, she was asleep before she knew it. 

****

That week, Monday’s events had all but become her routine. Y/n had stopped eating breakfast before work, which tended to help her get through the day, though she was still opting for a quick nap during her lunch break seeing as she wasn’t eating anyway, a fact which she was skillfully keeping from her husband. He worried about her far too much, and if he knew she still wasn’t feeling well, he’d insist on her calling her doctor, which was the last thing she wanted to do. Y/n hated the doctor almost as much as she hated airports. 

It was harder to hide from him at night, even though she found once she was home from work she could keep food down for longer. As long as it was something light, her stomach handled it well. As far as she knew, he was not suspicious. 

She was wrong. 

Gen had called her asking if she wanted to go with her to the park with the kids, which Y/n would never turn down as it was an opportunity to be with her niece and nephews. What she didn’t know is Jensen had asked Gen to pump Y/n for information. He knew she wasn’t eating and sleeping a lot more than usual, and he was just being the concerned husband. 

“So, how have you been this week?” Gen asked as they sat down on the bench to watch the kids run amok. 

“Not, bad I guess.” 

“So you think you’re over whatever happened on Sunday?” Gen pushed, watching her kids on the playground. 

“Eh, whatever it is, I have it under control,” Y/n played off her concerns, not exactly worried about it herself. If she was being frank, she didn’t have time to be worried about it. Her skincare line was launching in a few weeks and there was still so much to get done. She had press releases to approve, and a pop-up event downtown that she was to attend when the brand premiered at Ulta. No, it wasn’t her concern right now. Everything was under control.

“That doesn’t sound convincing.” 

“It’s just some sort of bug. I’ll be fine. I’ve only gotten sick a couple of times.” Gen snapped her head to her sister-in-law, a frown etched on her features. 

“You’ve been getting sick all week?” 

“That’s not what I said,” Y/n groaned, knowing full well Gen was spiraling into mom-mode. 

“But you’ve been nauseous, yeah?” 

“I mean off and on, but I’ve been able to eat and keep it down most meals. It’s the ‘not being able to keep my eyes open’ that’s pissing me off. I know I’m probably overdoing it but I don’t have the luxury of thinking about that now. I can sleep when this line has launched.” 

“Sounds like when I was pregnant with Shep. All I did during the first trimester was sleep and puke. It was exhausting. Try sucking on lollipops, it helps.” Y/n nodded as Gen jumped up to reprimand Odette for going up the slide instead of down it. Her words rang around in Y/n’s head as she watched the small brunette grab her godchild and pull her off the slide. 

There was no way…

Y/n whipped her phone out of her pocket, quickly thumbing through her calendar, looking for an appointment. The further she went back in weeks the more nervous she became. She found it in the middle of May, the red indicating that it had been canceled after it already read that it was a makeup appointment. She hadn’t been back since the beginning of the year. Panic set in, which was not doing anything for the state of her stomach at the moment. She sat there, counting back the days since her last period, the hammering of her heart increasing as the number of days increased. Y/n had missed her period and not even noticed. She really was an idiot, she thought to herself 

For the rest of her visit, she tried to remain level headed. In reality, she wanted nothing more than to run to the nearest drug store, which was exactly what she did the second that Gen rounded up three tired kids to take home and put to bed. There was a store just two blocks out of her way home which she went straight for the second she turned over the ignition in her Jeep. Slipping inside the small store, she grabbed one of every brand of pregnancy test they sold there, and quietly slipped back out. 

Y/n rolled the brown paper bag up tightly in her fist as she raced inside the house. Every sense was heightened as she made her way through the house, keeping an eye out for her husband, but she found him nowhere as she entered, assuming that he was already in the bedroom. She stopped outside the bedroom door, shimmying off her jacket and rolling her secret up inside before entering. 

Jensen sat up as she entered, but she just muttered something about having to pee as she passed, which wasn’t exactly a lie. There wasn’t even enough time for him to say hello before she was catching the lock on the door behind her. 

The first thing she did was dump the contents of the paper bag onto the counter, organizing the tests on the counter as she skimmed over the instructions. The bottle of water she chugged on the drive over was starting to do its job, making her antsy as she read over what to do. Most of the tests had the same instructions inside, making things easier for her overall. Her shaky fingers ripped into the boxes, tossing the torn cardboard into the trash as she went. 

It took all of five minutes to find out whether or not she was, in fact, pregnant, but it was the longest five minutes of her life. She was sure Jensen was probably wondering if she was having more stomach issues with the amount of time she had spent behind the locked door. 

When the appropriate time had passed, Y/n flipped the tests over, her hands passing through each one quicker than the last, and all of them telling her the same thing. 

Y/n’s fingers gripped into the marble countertop, the five pregnancy tests sitting inside the sink. Their answer to her question was definite. There were no ‘maybes’ about it, no one and a half lines or ‘possibles’ etched into the screen. Each test was flashing back up at her like neon signs.

She was pregnant. 

Outside the bathroom door, her husband was unknowingly lounging in their bed. He was without a care and probably mindlessly scrolling through his Twitter feed like every other night before bed, and she was about to destroy that façade with two simple words. 

The nervous woman ran her hands through her hair before shaking out her limbs. She took a few deep breaths before steeling herself to go out and tell him. Dragging it out wouldn’t do anyone any good. Even though this wasn’t planned, both of them had made known their wishes for a family, and it was in this that fact that she was even able to muster up the courage to tell him she had fucked up. Because it was the truth, she had fucked up, major.

Plastering a smile on her face, she pulled open the door, making sure to shut it behind her to hide the tests until she could break the news. Y/n stalked over to where Jensen was lounging, his legs crossed at the ankle with one hand behind his head, the other scrolling through his phone. His brow was scrunched as he concentrated on whatever he was reading on the tiny screen. She climbed onto the bed and over to his side before stopping to sit back on her knees.

“Hey, babe,” his voice was soft and his eyes heavy. Jensen put the phone down and put his hand on her bare knee, rubbing soft circles there. 

“Jensen, I’ve got to tell you something.” It took everything in her to quell the shake in her voice as her heart rate picked up. But of course, him and his damn perceptiveness had to pick up on it in a millisecond.  

Jensen’s brows knit together and he sat up a little in the bed. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“I’m…” Her breath caught in her throat as the reality of their situation kept washing over her in droves. Jesus, Y/n, spit it out, she thought. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence fell over the room once she finally managed to get the words out. Y/n watched her husband as his tongue poked out between his teeth and his jaw clenched as he tried to figure out the words he wanted to say. The lack of reaction had her stomach flipping on itself, which, giving her current situation, was not helping anything. Y/n swallowed down nausea to push her husband into talking. 

“Jay, please say something.” 

“How did this happen?”

“With the insanity at work and the move I just... I missed a couple of appointments with my gynecologist. I missed my shot,” she explained, hoping he didn’t hate her. 

“Fuck, Y/n!” He fell back into the bed, the inflection in his words the worst possible thing she could hear. The sheer rumble of it in the quiet room was enough to make her flinch back from the man she loved. Jensen ran both of his large hands down his face before continuing. “This wasn’t supposed to happen now, I was supposed to have more time.”

“What?” His words made no sense to her. As far as she knew, Jensen wanted kids. It was something they had talked about before they were ever an item. Had she been wrong? Were the two of them somehow not on the same page about this? Y/n tried to rack her brain for a moment in time where that could have changed but she was coming up empty. 

“I was supposed to have more time with you. Just the two of us before we did this, before late-night feedings and diapers, before everything changes forever,” He explained further. His words calmed down her racing heart and mind, but only a little. Now she felt more guilty than she already was. All he wanted was to be with her and she had ruined his plans.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n whispered, casting her eyes down to where her fingers were fiddling with the hem of her shirt. The tears that had been threatening to fall this whole time had finally made a break for it, leaving shining tracks down her cheeks. 

“Oh, Y/n,” he sighed, taking her hand in his and pulling her to lay in his side. Y/n shoved her face into his chest, trying her hardest not to break into a full sob as he rubbed his hand into her back. After everything she did, she couldn’t believe that Jensen was the one that had to console her. It should be the other way around, right? It was her who had fucked up and ruined their plans for their future together, not him, after all. 

“I’m sorry,” she couldn’t stop the words that came out of her mouth this time. Y/n would tell him she was sorry until she was blue in the face. 

“I know, honey,” Jensen murmured into her hair before placing a kiss to the crown of her head. He continued to rub his hand along her back, waiting for her breathing to even before breaking the silence. 

“You’re really pregnant?” He asked, his voice much softer this time.

“If the five pregnancy tests in the sink have any say, then yes.” His chuckle shook his body and Y/n relished in the vibration of it against her cheek. 

“This isn’t how or when I picture this happening, I won’t lie about that, but honey, we’re having a baby, this is a good thing.” The way his voice rose at the end of his sentence had Y/n pulling out of her hiding space in his side, looking up to see him smiling down at her. 

“You’re not mad? You don’t hate me?” Her hope was threatening to spill out of her mouth like vomit as she rubbed the wetness from her cheeks.

“No,” Jensen shook his head. “I love you, more today than yesterday, and more tomorrow than today, and I will love this baby just as much.”

Y/n shook her head before diving into her husband, nuzzling her face into his neck. “I love you too.” 

“Y/n,” Jensen laughed, the sound breathy as it escaped his chest. “We’re having a baby!”

Part 3: 8 Weeks Pregnant 

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A sick Marinette is a grumpy one too.

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“Tikki,” Marinette spoke from the bathroom floor, “Do your powers include necromancy?”

“You’re not dying, Marinette.” Tikki was settled on the cool tile next to her sickly chosen.

“Tell that to my stomach.” Marinette heaved into the toilet once more, “Tikki, find Plagg and please have him kill me.”

“It’s just strep throat. It’ll be gone before you know it.” Tikki assured her, “Can I do anything for you?”

“Well--”

“My powers cannot revive your throat.”

“Water please.” Marinette sighed as she tried to spit the taste of bile from her mouth. Tikki floated down with a little paper cup full of water. “Thanks, Tikki.”

There was a knock on the door and Tikki flew into the medicine cabinet to hide. Marinette’s mom stepped in and put a hand to her daughter’s forehead. “My poor baby, you’re burning up.”

“Mooooooom,” Marinette collapsed against her, “I am dying.”

“It is a good thing I got these antibiotics then.” Her mom pulled out a capsule of pills and handed them to Marinette. “Take these, drink plenty of water, and I’ll bring you some ginger tea and toast.”

“I don’t think I can eat.” Marinette mumbled.

“You’ll only feel worse if you don’t.” Her mom reminded her, “Now, I know it may be hard for you but I don’t want you trying to do a million things today. Forget about deadlines and due dates and just rest. Okay?”

“Okay.” Marinette didn’t have any energy to move let alone argue with her mom.

She texted Aurore and Wayhem to let them know she wasn’t going to make it to the movie tonight. They were understanding and hoped she’d get better soon.

Unfortunately for Marinette that was just day one. Turns out her sore throat and nausea wasn’t some simple strep throat. Oh no. She was in full on flu time. Which meant that this sickness was here to stay for a while longer. It had been going around the city and it had come for her. The only sights of the outside world she saw was when her friends would drop off her homework and the feel better soon texts she got from the others.

Even Alya had posted a get well soon comment on Marinette’s picture on Instagram. That made her feel a little better.

Marinette had fitted her bathroom to be as comfortable as it could get during her sickness. Blanket and pillow on the floor, medicine, a full glass of water, some crackers, phone and charger, some books and magazines to read, and of course a soothing Tikki nesting on her head.

Her phone beeped and she looked to see who texted her. Adrien.

I’m sorry I can’t come and see you but my father has forbidden me from being anywhere near you while you’re sick.

Marinette texted him back.

It’s not a problem. I don’t want to get you sick and I especially don’t want you to see me like this

He texted her again.

Nothing a hot shower and long rest can’t fix I’m sure. Has anyone been to see you though?

Just Nanette and Quinn. Wayhem came by with soup but I was asleep.

I guess Kagami’s mother won’t let her out to see you either. I figured as much

Why’s that?

Cause there’s this arts fundraiser coming up that we both have to go to and if we catch the flu our parents will literally kill us

Well we can’t have that. I prefer my friends alive

I do too. We’ll do something when you feel better

I’m holding you to that

As well you should

I think I’m gonna take another nap. Nightie night

I’ll let you rest. Feel better soon!

Marinette dragged herself from the floor and dropped herself onto her chaise, it was too much work to climb up to her bed, before promptly falling asleep.

She had a dream where she was running across the rooftops of Paris but she wasn’t Ladybug. She was dressed in her big ballgown she designed and the world behind her started to turn to night as she ran. “Marinette,” someone’s voice called from the roof next to her. She looked over and saw someone running alongside her. She couldn’t make out their face but what they were wearing kept changing colors. Black then white then red then pink.

“Marinette” they called again.

What did they want? Were they trying to catch her?

“Marinette!”

The person glowed a bright yellow that blinded Marinette and shocked her awake.

“Marinette!” Tikki was tugging on her earlobe.

“Whasswrong?” Marinette slurred as she gently shooed Tikki away from her ear, “Medicine time?”

“No. I’m so sorry but there’s an akuma.” Tikki looked devastated but not nearly as much as Marinette felt.

“Please tell me it’s just Mr. Pigeon again.” Marinette really didn’t want to get up. Her body ached and without the solace of sleep her stomach started to roil again.

“No. It’s a new akuma and you’re really not gonna like it.” Tikki showed her the footage from the Ladyblog. The akuma had sickly green skin and bleach white scrubs. Across their back was what looked like a giant syringe filled with mucus yellow liquid. At random they would pull it from their back and shoot at citizens coating them in the slimy goo.

“Gross,” Marinette’s stomach churned even more. “What does the goo do?”

“Makes the person really sick. Seems Hawkmoth is taking advantage of someone who really doesn’t like being sick.”

“Me.” Marinette pushed herself up, “And we’re positive that we can’t just let this slide until I’m better? It’s not like they’re causing property damage. They’re just making other people sick.”

“Marinette, I know that you feel terrible but it’s not like superheroes can have sick days. Swallow it down and get it over with quick. Then you can come home and relax.” Tikki told her.

“Fine. Tikki, transform me.” Marinette was in her Ladybug get up now. She took a deep breath and launched out of her room to find the akuma and beat them.

At first things were fine. Marinette was tired and weak but she could keep moving without puking.

“Hello, my lady,” Chat Noir was vaulting after her, “I was wondering if you were gonna show up.”

“I really didn’t want to.” Marinette sniffed.

“Did Flu-demic get you?” Chat Noir looked her over, “You look horrible.”

“That’s their name? Flu-demic?” Marinette wanted to crawl back into bed and die. “Also, that’s the first thing you have to say to me? I know I look like a wreck. I don’t need any reminders.”

“Someone’s grumpy when they’re under the weather.”

“Chat,” Marinette warned him, “I am struggling to function right now so if you don’t want me to projectile vomit on you I suggest focusing on beating the akuma and less on teasing.”

“Noted. Just leave it to me, Ladybug.” Chat Noir saluted before vaulting ahead to where the akuma was wreaking havoc.

As much as she wanted to lie back and let Chat Noir deal with this akuma Marinette knew she would feel guilty later. She had to at least try even if she felt like the gunk that gets scraped out of gutters.

She launched herself at Flu-demic again and again in an attempt to subdue them to break the giant syringe where the akuma had to be located. Chat was avoiding the shots of sickening goo left and right. Marinette wasn’t too worried. Not like it could make her more sick than she already was.

Chat was distracting Flu-demic while Marinette went in for a surprise attack from behind.

“Not so fast, Pukey-bug” Flu-demic whacked her in the stomach and sent her flying back.

She crashed through a wall and landed into someone’s living room. She wasn’t able to hold it in anymore and puked all over the poor resident’s hardwood floor.

“Ladybug?” someone approached her, “Are you alright?”

Marinette tried to get up but all fight had left her body. She couldn’t move. Everything hurt.

She looked up to see whose house she had crashed into. “Kagami?” Marinette squinted at her friend.

“What’s happened?” Mrs. Tsurugi rushed into the room. “What’s going on?”

“The akuma sent Ladybug into our living room.” Kagami informed her mother. “She doesn’t look like she’s doing well.”

“I’m not” Marinette started to sob as all the pain hit her. “I can’t--I can’t--”

“But you have to!” Kagami knelt next to her, “You’re Ladybug! You always win.”

“Yeah,” An idea struck her, “Ladybug always does and she will.”

“That’s what I thought--hey! Where are you going?” Kagami asked as Marinette dragged herself into the bathroom and locked the door.

She took off her earrings and Tikki popped out. “What are you doing?” Tikki stressed in a whisper. “Chat Noir needs Ladybug to cleanse the akuma.”

“I know. But I can’t do it in this state, Tikki.” She held out the earrings. “Take them to Kagami.”

“Kagami? Are you sure? This isn’t like any of the other miraculous, you can’t just hand it out to anyone.”

“Kagami is a skilled fighter and a loyal friend. I trust her. Paris needs Ladybug to save the day but it can’t be me today.” she put the earrings in Tikki’s arms. “Go on and explain what’s happened. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Positive,” Marinette eyed the toilet, “Not like I’ll be able to move from here anyways.”

Tikki nodded and zipped through the door with the earrings. A minute later there was a knock on the door. “Yes?” Marinette sighed.

“Ladybug, I can’t--”

“Kagami,” Marinette interrupted her, “I am puking my guts up in here and unable to move. Paris needs someone to save it and I have total faith in your abilities. Tikki will explain everything and you’ll have Chat Noir to help you.”

“But--”

“You can do this, Kagami Tsurugi. I’ll be waiting here when you’re done so you can return my miraculous to me. Understand?”

There was a moment of silence. “Tikki,” Kagami said, “Transform me.”

Marinette watched the sparkle of pink light filter from underneath the door. “I won’t let you down, Ladybug.”

“I know you won’t. Good luck, Kagami.” Marinette melted into the floor as she was finally able to relax. Kagami rushed out of the house and into the fray.

Marinette spent the next couple minutes laying on the floor groaning and puking and overall trying not to die on her friend’s bathroom floor. There was another knock on the door. Could it be Kagami already?

“Miss Ladybug,” No. It was Mrs. Tsurugi.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Will you open the door?”

“I’m sorry but I don’t have my disguise. I can’t--”

“I’m blind, child.”

Oh. Right. She wasn’t too keen on letting someone in when she was in civilian form but it’s not like Kagami’s mom would be able to recognize Marinette. She debated for a moment before unlocking the door.

Mrs. Tsurugi stepped in with a small tray holding a glass of water and a warm bowl of oatmeal. “You should keep your strength up.”

“Thank you ma’am” Marinette took the tray and sipped at the water. It felt good to have something in her rather than rocketing out of her.

“Do not let your sickness discourage you.” Mrs. Tsurugi said, “You still fought valiantly despite it and with a stronger body you may have succeeded.”

“I know.” Marinette took a couple testing bites of the oatmeal, “I feel bad having to ask so much of your daughter so suddenly.”

“Kagami is a fierce warrior with a tactical mind. She will not let you down.”

“I am sure of that.” Marinette sat a little straighter, “You’ve trained her well.”

“Of course. Even with my own disability I have never hesitated. Never backed away from a fight I could not win. I want the same for my daughter.”

“But I feel it is important to remember that she is also young. She is already plenty strong but she should also be allowed to have moments of weakness like the rest of us. To be strong all the time...to never want to rely on others...no one should feel that helpless.”

Marinette could practically hear the scathing remark Mrs. Tsurugi held on her tongue. She may only be holding it because she was talking to one of the heroes of Paris.

“Meaning?” Mrs. Tsurugi snipped.

“I mean I’m one of the heroes of Paris. The one thing that stands between justice and the destruction of this city and even I can’t be on top of everything all the time. Today is a prime example of that.”

“Hmm,” Mrs. Tsurugi hummed.

Several more minutes passed and Mrs. Tsurugi left Marinette alone to wait for Kagami’s return. The water and oatmeal had helped her feel more like a human being.

“Ladybug.” Kagami was back at the door now. “I did it. Flu-demic was defeated.”

“I knew you could do it.” Marinette was relieved to see Tikki fly through the door with her earrings. She gave her a bite of her leftover oatmeal to fuel her back up before transforming again and leaving the bathroom. The living room was back in one piece which was nice to see.

“Thank you for undertaking this task for me.” Marinette thanked her, “You really helped me today.”

“I did my best. Thank you for having faith in me.”

“Was Chat Noir at all surprised that a different version of Ladybug showed up halfway through the fight?”

“Yes. I assured him that you were alright and that you asked me to handle things from then on since you were sick.”

“The important thing is that Paris is safe.” Marinette yawned, “Now if Hawkmoth can wait until after my flu is gone to send another akuma that would be great.”

“Wait, that wasn’t because of the akuma?” Kagami started to back away from her.

“Afraid not.” she smiled in apology, “You may want to make sure you take some medicine or at least disinfect your body if you don’t want to catch what I have.”

“I’ll go do that now. My mother will murder me if I’m too sick to attend the fundraiser coming up.” Kagami sighed. “Feel better soon, Ladybug.”

“Thank you for everything, Kagami.” Marinette finally was able to return home and collapsed onto her bed.

“Sleep.” Marinette almost moaned as she sunk into the warm familiarity of her bed.

Then her phone rang. “UGH!” she reached for her phone, “Hello?”

“Hey, Marinette,” It was Nanette. “I’ve been trying to call you for half an hour now. Did you see the news on that akuma?”

“Yup.” Marinette knew about it all too well, “What about it?”

“Turns out it was our very own Quinn.” Nanette giggled, “I should have known this would happen. Quinn never gets sick but when they do then they have a tendency to blow it way out of proportion. They’re such a hypochondriac and not to mention a terrible patient if you ever try to take care of them.”

“Quinn is sick?” Marinette hadn’t heard this. “Oh no, did they catch it from me?”

“Probably. We both know they’re terrible at keeping themselves tidy what with using their arms as a planner all the time. They probably had a reminder written on their hand when we dropped off your homework a couple days ago and then didn’t wash it after so not to lose it.”

“That does sound like Quinn.” Marinette made a mental note to bake them some get-better-soon cookies when she wasn’t sick anymore. “You haven’t gotten sick too have you?”

“Nope. I keep my hands washed.” Nanette laughed. “Now that I’m on the phone with you I realize that I must have woken you up when you’re not feeling well. I’ll let you rest and see you back in school when you’re better.”

“Not a problem. Talk to you later, Nani.” Marinette hung up and turned off her phone. No more distractions today. Only sleep, medicine, and more sleep.

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[selfshipping-baby]

Super self indulgent Obey Me! fic

Be gentle with me, I don’t write often and haven’t in a very long time. This is part one! I might post other parts but I kinda wanted to get this out there. If it’d be more enjoyable for you to read without my name I’d be okay changing it to MC and taking out pronouns. Thank you for reading!

The Boys are Worried! 

Investigation Team (6)

Mammon: Guys have any of you heard from Kenzie today? I've been texting her and I even sent her a meme and she hasn't responded. I'm worried. 

Mammon: Also DO NOT add Lucifer to this chat 

Beel: Maybe she's in the kitchen

Asmo: Oh no! I hope my dear sweet Kenzie is okay! 

Asmo: Also I highly doubt she's in the kitchen Beel, you would have seen her. 

Mammon: c'mon guys this is serious what if she got sick of us and went back to the human world 😭

Levi: I can see her online on DevilStation so she's still here lol

Belphie: she probably fell asleep watching something….

Mammon: WHAT!?!? if she's online then why didn't she respond to me???? 

Asmo: I just messaged her too and she didn't respond. Oh dear. 

Levi: haha maybe she doesn't like you guys anymore lmao. 

Satan: Why don't you just knock on her door and ask..?

Beel: oh

Asmo: huh

Levi: Galaxy brain Satan rofl

Mammon: IM COMIN KENZIE

----Lucifer has been added to the chat----

Lucifer: I caught Mammon running in the hall and made him tell me what was going on. He has made it clear to me that everyone is worried about Kenzie. 

Lucifer: Even though you are worried about her, barging into her room uninvited is not only extremely rude but also an extremely stupid idea. Because of that, I assume that this was all Mammon's idea. What we need to do is be respectful, humans are fragile.

Asmo: We get it Lucifer! Relax! I know what's going on with Kenzie. Everyone can relax I know exactly what she needs~

Mammon: Asmo you keep your hands off of Kenzie or I'll uh… I'll beat you up! 😤

Levi: Fight fight fight!

Lucifer: Enough! All of you! I'm going to Kenzie's room right now to get to the bottom of this

I glance over at my phone sitting on the nightstand, lighting up with yet another notification from Mammon. Maybe I should respond, he seems worried. I just don’t have the energy for communication right now. I sigh and pull my blanket up over my shoulder, returning my focus back to the screen. I’m not even sure what’s playing now. I’ve been napping on and off all day. After a few minutes the show ends and the message on the tv displays “Are you still watching?”. I grumble and sit up, hunched over on the edge of my bed. My face feels dirty and my hair is definitely a mess. I’m wearing a t-shirt that’s 3 sizes too big for me and comfy sleep pants. “Self care day” I keep telling myself but I’m not really taking care of myself am I. Oh well. Maybe it’s time to take a shower and change my clothes. I stand up slowly and turn off my DevilStation. As the console chimes its shutdown sounds a soft knock at my door makes me freeze. There is no way I’m answering the door like this, regardless, I don’t want to be on Lucifer’s shit list if it’s him. I walk over to the door and put my hand around the knob, leaning my ear against it. “Who is it...?” My voice is a bit gravely, I guess I haven’t talked all day. 

“It’s me..” A deep, smooth voice comes from the other side of the door. 

“Beel? What are you doing here?” I relax a little at his voice, happy it isn’t Lucifer. 

“Um.. can I just come in please?” I hear the wrinkle of a snack wrapper, of course he brought snacks. I think for a moment and open the door slowly. Even though Beel towers over me he very gently waddles in with an armful of snacks. “I.. I brought you some snacks. And I didn’t even eat most of them on the way here!” He said very proudly. 

“Oh thank you Beel. You didn’t have to..” I reach up and attempt to tame my unkempt hair. Beel walks in and sets the snacks on my coffee table, he grabs a bag of chips and turns to me with his big goofy grin. I can’t help but smile a little at him. I hug myself and sway a little. “So… did you just come here to bring me snacks?”

“Oh! No. I came here to tell you that Lucifer is coming to check on you and well.. Mammon is like.. Really upset. He’s super worried.” Beel said between fists full of chips. My back stiffens and I look over at my phone. I should have answered those texts. Fuck. 

“I can’t have Lucifer and Mammon seeing me like this! They’ll be so worried and.. And..” I pace a few steps, feeling the anxiety well up in my chest. I stop and look up, Beel is standing very close to me. How did he move so fast? Wasn’t he just eating chips? I open my mouth to say something but before I can get any sounds out Beel sets his large hand on my shoulder. He smiles down at me, his hand was firm but comforting. 

“We just really care about you Kenzie. Lucifer can be really intimidating but he really does care.” Beel wraps his arms around me in a surprisingly gentle hug. He doesn’t linger too long and pulls back from me with both of his hands on my shoulders. “Just be honest with him okay? I know you will, that’s who you are… but I just gotta say it.” He takes a step back and wanders over to the coffee table to pick out another snack. He walks to the door, giving me a smile and a nod before walking out. As soon as the door closes I sigh heavily. What Beel said to me repeated in my head over and over. They really care huh. I didn’t mean to make them worry this much. What am I going to tell Lucifer?

I go to my dresser and pull out some clean clothes, changing quickly before going to my vanity to try and run a brush through my knotted hair. I quickly give up and throw my hair up in a messy bun. As I’m just tucking the rest of my hair into the scrunchy a loud heavy knock at my door startles me. That has got to be Lucifer. I look in the mirror and scrunch up my face at the image. I don’t look as bad as I did before but definitely not the picture of mental health. “Coming!” I say loudly, walking over to the door. I pause before I grab the handle, a bit of anxiety in the back of my mind, I shake my head and open the door. Sure enough Lucifer is standing in front of me. Even with his eyebrows furrowed with worry his presence made me a bit nervous, I feel my face begin to get warm. I’m probably blushing. As always he is dressed very nicely, even his casual clothes consist of some kind of suit or uniform. 

“Kenzie.. Why haven’t you answered any of our messages..” Lucifer’s voice was deep and powerful. Everything he says sounds important just by the way he speaks. I take a step back from my door as he invites himself in. “It’s very important that we maintain open communication in this house. You are a human in Devildom afterall.. It can be dangerous here.”

“Well I uh.. I was just..” I start to make up a lie but Beel’s words ring in my ears. ‘Just be honest with him’ I know Beel is right. I have to be honest with him. “I.. am not having a very good.. Um.. a very good mental health day Lucifer..” The look on Lucifer’s face softens and he pulls me into a hug very suddenly. He holds me close and rests his cheek on my hair. Unsure of what I really should do I slowly wrap my arms around him. 

“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day… I wish I would have known sooner.. I could have helped you.” His voice was suddenly gentle and kind, not stern and disapproving like it normally was. It was like Lucifer was a different person. I guess I’ve never really seen a soft side of him before. He’s holding me tight to his body, my heart starts to race a bit and I feel my face get hot. I nuzzle into his chest and tighten my grip on him. I can feel tears starting to well up and a lump in my throat. I really don’t want to cry on him but it feels right. We stand in place for what feels like an hour. I manage to choke back most of my tears. Finally I loosen my grip and bring a hand up to wipe my eye but Lucifer already has a gentle hand on my cheek. I look up into his eyes as he wipes a tear with his thumb. He wipes my other cheek and leans in slowly, and presses his lips to my forehead, lingering for just a second before pulling away. I open my mouth to say something but the words catch in my throat and I just shake my head a little. “You sure are blushing a lot for someone that just cried on my chest.” He straightens up and chuckles a little. “I hope you feel like you can come to me with this kind of thing more often. Or that you find a more healthy way to deal with these feelings.” He strokes my cheek with the back of his hand before turning to the door. “Oh and be prepared. The rest of my brothers have expressed wanting to make sure you’re okay. I know it’s a lot… but they mean well. If they are bugging you too much don’t hesitate to call.” With that he walks out.

Brothers Support Club (7)

Beel: I went and saw Kenzie. I brought her snacks but she didn’t eat any. 

Beel: I think she’s just really sad. She looked like she was gonna cry. 

Lucifer: I too went and visited Kenzie. I think we need to do something nice for her to cheer her up. 

Mammon: First time I’m ever agreeing with Lucifer on something. Holy shit.

Mammon: UGH I wish she would have said something earlier. It hurts me that she’s been just suffering all day alone and none of us tried to help. We just sent her messages. I feel bad.

Asmo: Mammon actually feels bad for once in his life? Can I get a reality check. 

Mammon: Shut up Asmo. You can’t even pretend to care about anyone other than yourself

Lucifer: Anyway let’s figure out something to help her. Put your differences aside for day. 

Satan: I have an idea. 

Satan: Let’s each of us set up an activity to do. That way we won’t overwhelm her. And from my reading into mental health issues a great way to deal with a “bad day” is with distractions and activities. 

Lucifer: That is actually a really good idea Satan.

Levi: oh damn Lucifer is complimenting Satan now. What’ll happen next!

Asmo: OH MY GOD THIS IS PERFECT SATAN YOU’RE A BEAUTIFUL GENIUS~

Asmo: I have the PERFECT thing for Kenzie. Oh my gosh I have to prepare

Levi: Yeah I like this idea. I’ve been wanting to play Mononokeland with her more..

Belphie: I’ll help her get a good night’s sleep tonight. And don’t worry Mammon not in that way. 

Mammon: You better not. I’m her main guy and you all know it 

Asmo: Yes Mammon we all know you have a hard on for Kenzie. You’re just too chicken to actually do anything about it. 

Mammon: What! Pff not even! How could I even have feelings for a human jeez. 

Lucifer: Yes it is a good idea to do these separate.

As soon as Lucifer left I sat on my bed with a plop. I touched my forehead where Lucifer had kissed me, I found myself smiling thinking about it. I could still smell his cologne lingering on me. It was musky but not overpowering. There was also a hint of the black tea he’s often drinking. I pull the collar of my shirt up to my nose to hopefully get a better smell as I reach for my D.D.D. I clear my notifications and open up a chat to Mammon just as I receive one from Levi.

[auspicious-lilana]

Ultimate Spiderman (Peter Parker x Stark! OC x Sam alexander x Danny Rand)

Summary: When people hear 'Maya Stark' everyone would think about the perfect, smart. good looking, rich, student body president of Midtown High.Nobody but her childhood friend Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man and her new team of heroes. Ava, Sam, Danny, and Luke AKA  white tiger, Nova, Iron fist, and Power Man knows about her secret of being Queen's very own Mistress, soon to be ULTIMATE Mistress

Part 1 

“I know you're out there you wall-crawling menace! It is the duty of every New Yorker to report the actions of these masked miscreants. So listen up: As long as J. Jonah Jameson is CEO of Daily Bugle Communications, I won't rest until New York has seen the last of Spider-Man!”  I rolled my eyes as the mentioned spiderman webbed the screen Jonah’s face was just on. 

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 Other kids I know start their day with orange juice. Us? We- well not Mistress- get yelled at by a 100-foot tall cranky pants. Where’s a little love for the spider-guy? I'm down here with Mistress everyday trying the best we can at this hero routine. It's not easy to learn the ropes by yourself-expect Mistress who gets trained by Mr.Iron Man- Let's face it, introduction to super heroing isn't a high school elective. Speaking of school, I still have to pick a cake for Aunt May before first period. Then its hang time with our best pals MJ and Harry. And maybe a nap between classes.  But first we gotta save that cop from a skidding car.

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I was quick to act and quickly sent a force field to stop the car from crashing into the bakery. Oh, I knew fully well Pe- Spiderman had to pick up that cake for Aunt May. 

“I’m starting to think Jameson is wrong about you two, spider, Mistress!” 

“Spread the word Chief!” Spidey yelled back from the building he was gripping on to and I floated beside before we landed down a roof to see Trapster.

“Heya bug brain and the wicked witch of the west, I knew that had to draw you two out” 

“Nice to see you too Trapster” I replied sarcastically rolling my eyes. We’ve been heroes here in Queens for about a year and we fought this guy THREE times already, All being a complete fail. Let's skip forward all the gross stuff (yes I mean the slime thing, that is one thing I don’t ever want to mention AGAIN) 

“This is when I leave the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man note? Can I borrow a pen?” The Villain's eyes widen in terror but no spidey/magic sense? This is new. I said before the both of us paused the show.

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Let us explain the whole spidey sense or Magic sense for Mistress thing. 

It's like an early warning system that kicks in whenever there's a danger to happen.

And maybe it's on blink 

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Spiderman began knocking on his head. 

“Hello? This thing on?” I facepalmed at his ridiculous strategy. If there is no spidey/magic sense and the Villain is in terror it only means one thing...

“Spider-Man, Mistress” S.H.I.E.L.D. of course. We turned around to see Nick Fury stepping out of his helicarrier. Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. That's the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. Or as Spider-Man would put it, The super spies.

“You super spies make an appointment to sneak up on hardworking superheroes?” I mentally sighed as I didn’t want to seem unprofessional and ruin the whole great magic Sorceress image but really Spider-Man? Really? 

“Kid” Nick pointed at the mess Spiderman had done-yes spiderman cause I went off somewhere to do an errand while he took care of it- in the process of stopping Trapster. “We got to talk. No one's saying you stop the bad guy but look around you. Is this the way Captain America would've done it? Cap could have stopped Trapster within 5 seconds. You took 3 minutes. With lots of collateral damage.”  Yeah, Uncle Steve would’ve finished this job in 5 seconds, exactly why I was trained by him. It could’ve been faster if I had joined in but Spidey-boy here would’ve been regretting big time later. 

“We-”

“You mean you, I took no part in this” 

“Fine. I do a good job!” 

“For a clueless rookie” 

“Yeah- huh?” I shook my head at my partner. Don’t take this the wrong way! I knew Peter since I first started school and I love him and all- as a friend- but even I can be done with his idiotic ways. 

“Look, everyone starts out clueless. Even Iron Man back when he was a novice. But he learned. Eventually. What would you say if I can help turn eventually into right now for Spider-Man and Mistress?”  I’m not surprised Dad was a novice once since he cracks jokes in battles right now but he knows when to be serious, and when to be not...also cause I may or may not witnessed his first mess-up when he tried out his suit back when I was what? 6? 7?

“Heh. I knew it. You want me to buy a line of self-help books. Not interested. Besides, I'm tapped out till payday so if we're all done here I'm gonna…” 

“I’m serious, Peter Parker, Maya Stark”  you may not see but I raised my eyebrow under my mask before Spiderman or now Peter turned to him confused. 

“You know?”  If that isn’t the stupidest thing to ask a super spy then I might as well go shave my hair. 

“Everything. Super spy, remember?”   

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Don’t tell me another flashback

You know it, Maya. Anyways Growing up with Uncle Ben and Aunt May,and being friends with Maya was a pretty typical childhood. Until the radioactive spider bite and Maya getting kissed by some butterfly that had potion on it. After came the powers and that terrible night I-

We. Peter. We. 

Right WE lost Uncle Ben. That was when we made a promise to do something good with the hand of fate dealt us. Things  I wouldn't joke about even if I knew how.

Which brings us to what we are now

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“With great power comes great responsibility. Good words from a good man” I looked down. Even if Uncle Ben wasn’t really my Uncle, he still treated me like I was his niece whenever I came over to Peter’s. 

“Uncle Ben was the best,” I saw Spiderman look away glaring at the sidewalk. 

“It's been what? A year now?” 

 “It would’ve been his birthday today” I sadly mentioned as I looked down at my brown boots that seemed more interesting at the moment. 

“You two honored it doing what you do. Now I'm offering you the chance to do better. To really learn about responsibility.” 

“Translation?” Spidey asked growing curious I'm guessing since he’s now looking at Nick. 

“I want to S.H.I.E.L.D. train you to be a better Spider-Man and Mistress. The Ultimate Spider-Man and Mistress”

 “And how Ultimate is Ultimate?” I saw Trapster running away behind Nick but before I could do anything Nick had shot his gun high hitting a pole which knocks down on Trapster knocking him out.

 “That Ultimate”

“Sweet”

 “Cool,” Soon Peter’s phone rang and he checked to see it was MJ calling. 

“Seems I got to put my Ultimate phone into Ultimate vibrate, hehe” 

“Your tech needs to upgrade” Nick placed a new web shooter on Peter’s wrist. “S.H.I.E.L.D. tech guys developed this next-gen web shooter”

 “Too big, too clunky” Nick stuck his hand out. “I didn’t say no”  That obviously meant he liked it but had too much of an ego to admit it.

“With your talent and my training, you can learn to be a better heroes. The next Cap, the next Iron Man, one of the greats” I’m pretty used to people saying  I would be the next Iron Man or Tony Stark since I am his only daughter or family but I can tell by the way Peter’s eyes shined, he was more than honored to hear it but again hid it with a ‘cool’ act. 

“Thanks for the offer, but I'm not allowed to talk to strangers. Have a nice life okay. Cool?”  Peter swung away as Nick and I shook our heads.

“Teenagers” 

“Correction. Teenage boys” Nick nodded before turning to me.

“How about you kid?” 

“I’m in. I guess, seeing how dad would try to get me to agree with the offer either way so I can follow his footsteps to become an avenger of the next generation” 

“Good choice. Let's go” 

“Wait. now?” 

“Yes.” 

“But I need to get this cake to peter” I brought the cake out from a place I kept it in during the fight with Trapster. 

“I’ll get Coulson to pass it to him after his classes” 

“Wait a sec” I quickly did a summoning spell getting paper and pen and wrote a note for him. “Give him this too” 

“Okay. we must get going now” I nodded as I boarded the Helicarrier.

***

Peter unlocked his locker to see a note drop out. He looked at it confused before opening it. 

Hey, Peter! 

I won't be coming to school today as I decided I would say yes to Nick’s offer (Don't worry I’m only checking it out! I won't join till you want to as well!) make sure to pick up Uncle Ben’s cake from Principal Coulson! Your welcome!

-Maya S. 

Peter thought about the note a bit taken aback Maya would agree to do something without him, but then again she is Iron Man's daughter. It was in her blood to do this! 

“Peter. I've been calling you all morning. Where have you been? And where’s Maya?” MJ stood by his locker with a notebook in hand as Peter smiled at her. Peter thought about Nick’s offer before making up a lie.

“Uh, the bus broke down? And Maya’s home sick” 

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I hate to lie to MJ. ever since we were kids nobody’s been a better friend than MJ...well except Maya though. Like the time we were 5 the two of us ran away together and tried to get Maya to do it too but her dad had security on her, also, we weren't allowed to cross streets so we just walked up and down the driveway. When we were 12 we decided to finally get serious, Mistake! 

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“That sucks, anyways I wanted to show you this” MJ showed her a video of Jameson. 

“ It is the duty of every New Yorker to report the actions of these masked miscreants. Especially that ticking time-bomb called ``Spider-Man.”  

“Doesn’t that jerk ever shut up? And don't you find it weird he hates Spiderman but doesn’t complain about Mistress?” 

“This ‘jerk’ is going to someday give this journalism student her first job, and besides, I think it’s because Mistress is cleaner with her messes and less talkative too.” Is she saying I talk a lot?

“You want to work for Jameson? Total nightmare” 

“That's what it takes. Jameson's the biggest game in town. Kids have to be realistic Petey. We can't all be like Harry or Maya. “  As soon as Harry was mentioned Harry was seen coming towards them.

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Meet Harry Osborn.  I love Harry. Everyone loves harry, even Maya does. He’s rich(as well as Maya), He’s handsome (Maya also has equal good looks)  but most importantly he’s been a friend to me when I need it. 

Since that day we met, we’ve been best friends forever. Well that’s life here in Midtown. It’s okay

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I sensed my spidey sense before I heard the voice of the one person I never liked. 

“Hey Puny Parker!” let me rephrase myself. Life here in Midtown is okay, except for one drawback. “Its locker knocker time! This time there won’t be no Stark hottie to save you this time!”

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 If Tony Stark were ever to hear this I swear this guy would be swimming with killer sharks or even worse. And the guy’s name is Flash, Flash Thompson the Sasquatch sized football player. There's always this rigid consistency to our relationship.  

Just once I’d like to turn it around instead of always once again being locked in my own locker.

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I somehow stayed in my locker till the janitor opened it to see me again before he started rambling on how I should stand up for myself and how he in my age did this and that while I awkwardly walked away. 

Soon Harry and I were at lunch as the lunch lady winked at him before he uncomfortably dragged us away as he awkwardly smiled at the lunch lady.

“Dude, Locker knocker time again? Thompson is such a tool” 

“That's the worst thing that happens to me today. I'm coming out ahead.”  I was about to eat before my senses went off. Remember the spidey/magic sense me and Maya talked about? Well, this time it's kicking up a storm.  An explosion happened behind me as we all fell back and the frightful four-well three at the moment- came in while holding up the principal. 

“Attention students. Your principal has something to tell you.”  Wizard exclaimed as he levitated the principal in front of him.

“ Students. Your attention, please. Your school is now under the control of, of…” The principal trailed off not knowing who they were. 

“The Frightful four” Thundra finished off.

“Uh, there’s only three of you” MJ awkwardly pointed out. 

“Quiet!” Wizard yelled and threw the principal into the wall in frustration. 

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These guys are bad news. Wizard, master of high tech gadgets. Klaw, the villain made of living sound. Thundra, ruthless warrior women from an alternate future timeline...Don’t ask. And Trapster- oh wait Maya and I already captured him. 

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“Before the Trapster was captured, he learned Spider-Man and maybe Mistress as well attends this school.  And unless they give themselves up, we'll tear this place down brick by brick.” Wizard explained.

“Yeah!” A student yelled. 

“We’re serious” The kid quickly shut his mouth in fear. 

“Klaw. So who is our mysterious wall-crawler and cold witch? A teacher? A student? A cafeteria lady? They seem reluctant to talk. Klaw, make them listen to reason.”   

“STOP IT!” I yelled angry as everyone got it by a sound wave. 

“Peter no!” MJ pulled me back but I pulled away.

“Heh. Definitely not Spider-Man or Mistress” 

“I’ll crush the runt” Thundra volunteered. 

“ Don't crush him, make an example of him,”  Wizard said as Klaw sent the sound waves at him making Peter fall back yelling in pain as he gripped his ears tight. Harry held back MJ so she wouldn’t get hurt. 

“Shut it down! I’ll talk!” Peter yelled. Klaw stopped and Peter got up and saw his lunch. 

“Listen up. Everyone needs to hear this. Food Fight!” Peter quickly threw food at Wizard, soon everyone began throwing food at them as Peter took the opportunity to hide behind a pillar and took off his shirt to reveal his suit. “This is nuts. How do they know? How did they find me?” Peter saw the tracker on his arm and took it out and smashed it. “Fury was right, I have a lot to learn about responsibility,”  Peter said to himself before placing on his mask and coming out from hiding to see Klaw pointing his sound laser arm at a group of kids. “Dude! Don’t point that thing! It might go off!” Klaw looked at Spiderman as he shot a web onto his arm so it can hit Klaw making him dizzy from sound waves. “It really stinks to be you today. Actually, it probably stinks to be you every day. Then again it could be me. I haven't washed this suit in a week.”

*** 

Maya was walking around the Base with Nick Fury touring her around the helicarrier. She had already placed her cloak down since this whole base was filled with secret agents, who would spill her identity?  “Here’s where we keep weapons and gadgets inspired by you.” Nick Fury said as she looked at the different things that were being tested. Cloaks filled with weapons that can be used at anytime. masks with built in lasers. An invisibility cloak. All similar to hers but different sorts of upgrades and such. 

“Maya Stark, meet Dr.Curt Conner. Dr.Curt Conner, meet Maya Stark” I nodded at Dr. Curt Conner as I saw a missing arm? he soon pushed down his arm and stuck it out for me to shake with a grin as I shaked his hand.

“It’s nice to meet the daughter of a genius like Stark. Makes me wonder if you’ve inherited those genes” 

“She had. How do you think she’d be able to help build the Iron Man suit Mr.Stark is using now and have a much higher IQ then a lot of her scientists” 

“Would you ever be in interest of working with us?” Dr.Curt asked as I politely shook my head. 

“I’m made for the field. As much as I love too, I have a good reputation of Mistress to uphold.” 

“Yes, yes. I’ve seen you fight, your a good one.”

“She’s obviously the better Stark” Fury said, I’m guessing he’s not much of a fan of Dad. 

“Have she taken the entrance simulation yet?” 

“She’s just about to” 

***

Peter quickly changed back to normal and ran into the cafeteria from the lockers -one of them having Flash in them- to see MJ holding an unconscious Harry.

“Oh, this is all my fault.” Peter looked up from Harry to see Mr.Osborn. “Mr. Osborn. I'm sorry” Mr.Osborn picked up Harry, scowling. 

“Why apologize Peter? What could you have possibly done?”  Mr.Osborn left with Peter looking down guilty. ‘I wish Maya was here, maybe then She could’ve helped protect him and...clean up my mess once again…’

Soon Peter got home to aunt May cooking. “Peter!” 

“Hey Aunt May” 

“Are you okay? I heard there was trouble at your school” 

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I know what you're thinking: Spider-Man lives at home with his doting old aunt? Loser. Think again. My aunt is pretty cool. She works all day. Then Monday night she's at yoga. Tuesday, it's French cooking. Thursday it's bowling. Her full schedule lets me come and go as I please. Of course I have to keep the Spidey stuff on the down low. There's no way she'd approve of her little Petey mixing it up with super villains. At least it’s easier for Maya. Her dad already knows about her secret as well as mines so she doesn’t sneak around.

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“yes, Aunt May, Those psychos never touched me” I wish I could say the same for Harry.

“You know what. If we had Norman Osborn or Tony Stark's money, I would put you in private school immediately.”

“Yeah, that’d be sweet. Hey when’s dinner?” 

“It's almost ready, put the candles on the cake”

“Cake?” 

“Yeah, the one right there on the counter” Aunt May pointed to the boxed cake. I chuckled and smiled. Maya once again cleans up my mess. I went up to my room and sat down after a nice dinner and cake. It was weird not to eat with Maya since she comes EVERY night..she must be training hard to become what Fury promised huh? Ultimate Mistress... Nice ring to it. I looked back at at the picture of me and Maya from where we were in science camp when we were 11. You’re always there to clean up after me Maya. Not once have I ever returned the countless favors you had done for me… maybe it's time to change that. I nodded to myself and changed into Spider-Man and gone out to the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier that up in the air. Okay, let's do this. Put out the welcome mat S.H.I.E.L.D. Spidey's come a callin. Fury's right. With his help, I can do better. I'm done with this one-sided duo loser routine. It's time for me to step up and show the big boys and Maya what the Ultimate Spider-Man can do. I shot my web up high for it to backfire and not reach the Helicarrier...Great. I began falling as I brought out Fury’s web shooter he gave me. Fury's tech boys better be on their game or I'm street pizza. Whoa! Yeah! Okay, not too clunky. I thought to myself as I gripped onto the Helicarrier.  

“Intruder alert. Intruder Alert” Lasers came out from the Helicarrier and began blasting me as I dodged them while holding onto the steel wall of the Helicarrier.

“Whoa! What is this? Blast the Spider-Man and win a panda?” I started webbing all of them before I lost my footing and fell. I quickly shot another web and got myself up there again but on top of the Helicarrier instead. 

“Intruder Alert. Intruder Alert” Then out of nowhere, all the laser targeted me… I was cornered. Then out of nowhere, all the laser targeted me… I was cornered.  I turned to my side to see Nick Fury, who turned off the security system with a press of a button. I quickly took off my mask and saluted. “Your friendly neighborhood Ultimate Spider-Man reporting for duty sir!““ Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D. Spider-Man. Hope you survive the experience. “ Nick Fury said as he walked off leaving Peter there standing awkwardly. “Uhh, to be continued?” 

[howtohero]

List of Handy Excuses (E)

It’s time for another installment of our highly popular list of handy excuses to use when you want to get out of doing something so you can go be a superhero (or to get five seconds of peace and quiet when your cousin Bethany comes over to visit. We get it Bethany, we know that it’s really rough out there for moon painters. People just don’t want their moons painted as often as they used to. But please, please shut up about it oh my gosh) sorted in alphabetical order by job. So, after a brief 70 or so post interlude, here’s the letter E!

A B C D

E-Tutor

I know that you’re online so that I can tutor you so let me give you some good A-grade knowledge. Being online rots your brain, you’re destroying your precious mind every second you stare at that screen. Logoff immediately. 

Eagle Scout:

If I don’t climb to the top of the nearest mountain every seventeen days they’re going to revoke my eagle scout status, I must be going now. 

Early Childhood Educator

I’m starting a new thing where I just declare nap time at random times and all the kids have to go lay down on their mats and I want to practice a bit so for the foreseeable future whenever we’re in a room together and I shout nap time I need you to immediately go to bed.

Nap time!

Economist

If my calculations are correct everyone in this room stands to make the most possible amount of money if they leave me alone for a few hours or until the spinach monster attack downtown is resolved.

Ectoplasm Harvester

(Anytime you need to head out just knock over a lamp when no one’s looking, blame it on a ghost, and then clear the room so that you can set up your equipment. Then just sneak out and fight that gang of Egyptian-deity themed bikers!)

Editor

Ha, get a look of this fool. They’ve used a subordinate clause when, according to APA guidelines, they should really be speaking in the active voice. If you ask me they should be drawn and quartered for insubordination. Hahaha, oh you people just wouldn’t understand. I must go to my offices immediately. A kick out this will surely be gotten there. Hahaha I slay myself. 

Elder

If I’m not mistaken I believe there are some young whippersnappers out there who could use a good cane wagging and cryptic advice.

(Kudos to you for being a mysterious village elder and a secret superhero by the way.)

Election Clerk

Oh! The numbers from Florida just came in, I better go count them now. 

Electrical Engineer

I have to go figure out why all of the electrical fixtures I’m designing keep failing. 

Electrician

Just cause a blackout wherever you are. Take a wrench to all of your electrical engineer’s meticulously designed electrical fixtures. Just absolutely destroy it. Then you can sneak out unnoticed to go fight the criminals who have been causing intermittent blackouts all over the city. (Spoilers: It’s going to be other electrician superheroes.) 

Elementary School Teacher: 

I have to go grade these spelling tests. It’s going to take me a long time. Some of them wrote in crayon, some of them just glued pasta to the paper to form the words. It’s gonna be a wild night. Don’t wait up.

Elevator Operator

My temperature is really going up. I better go lie down.

Oh that supervillain is definitely going down. (Remember, you can always give up your secret identity if you can make a sick pun while doing it.) 

Embalmer

(As an embalmer, most of the crimes you’re going to fight are going to occur in the workplace, reanimated mummies, people trying to steal the corpses of superhumans, embalming fluid addicts. So you can just tell people that you’re going to work.)

Emergency Services Coordinator

These fools can’t find an emergency unless I literally hold their hands and guide them to it. So if you need me I’ll probably be at a super-crime scene or something.

Emperor/Empress

I’m pretty sure the sovereign ruler of an empire can do whatever they want whenever they want. But if I’m wrong you can say something like “I’m going to conquer a land” or “there is trouble in the outermost territories, I must go see to it.” 

English Male Judge of a Competition Show

I have to go use a loud voice and mean words to make a supervillain regret every decision they ever made which led to them crossing my scornful path.

Engraver

I’ve started doing some freelance work carving names and hearts into random trees across the country. If you need be I’ll be in the woods.

Entomologist

Yet another one of my interns became a bug-themed supervillain so I have to go cooperate with another FBI investigation. Those guys just won’t stop bugging me! (And then actually go fight your ex-intern. And stop hiring interns who express an interest in covering their own body with bugs. Those guys are clearly going to become supervillains.)

Environmental Engineer

I’m gonna go harness the powers of fish to singlehandedly close the hole in the ozone. They said it couldn’t be done. But I’ll show them it cod. 

Environmental Scientist

I’ve got to go deliver a very morose report to the public about the likelihood of our planet surviving into the next century. (As a superhero and an environmental scientist I guess you’ve for some reason decided that the best way to help save the world is to punch crab-wielding bank robbers and monster-truckers instead of developing solution to the problems you’re studying. Neat.)

Equestrian

(Anybody who can do stunts on a horse should be fighting crime anyway so I’m sure everybody will understand when you need to scurry off when a supercrime is committed.)

Excavator

My dog ran off with one of the bones I dug up at work and buried it somewhere. So I’m going to have to go dig up my backyard now so I can find it... again. 

Executioner

Odds are good that the vial I’m using doesn’t have the real poison anyway so I’m just gonna duck out if that’s cool with you guys. 

Explosive Operator

(Just cause an explosion somewhere and run off during the ensuing chaos.)

(No wait that’s probably a crime isn’t it.) [Of course that’s a crime!]

Time to blow this popsicle stand. (And then actually blow up a popsicle stand.) [Again, no, that’s a crime.]

Exterminator

Another bug themed supervillain? That’s it, I got this one.

Oh I just got a call from someone asking me if I could terminate someone for them. I need to go tell them that I don’t do that sort of thing anymore.

Extra

(Just leave without saying anything. People will think you’re honing your craft.)

With these excuses you’re sure to be able to make a quick exit so you can fight crime or skip stones or invent a new sport called “fire sledding” where you set a sled on fire and then go down a snowy hill and see whether or not the snow puts the fire out or the fire melts the snow. Please let us know if we missed any E jobs. (If you’re an esquire you’ll have to wait until we do lawyers in “L”.) If you’ve got a job that starts with another letter feel free to tinker with these excuses to make them fit or use a boring generic excuse like “I need some fresh air” or “my refrigerator is running and I need to go catch it.”

[stolligaseptember]

Make my messes matter

Hi, I feel horrible, and as usual, I cope with it by writing ridiculous nonsense.

A part of this.

On AO3.

”My entire season is ruined.”

The declaration had been delivered by a pathetic croak, about as miserable as Jack himself felt. Staring up at the ceiling from his place propped up in bed, his entire body aching, his head throbbing and his chest heaving with his labored breathing, he felt only seconds away from dying.

There was no way in hell he was going to be able to play through an 82 games season after this.

In fact, he would consider himself lucky if he even survived this whole ordeal with his life intact.

“No, it’s not,” Bitty said, as firmly determined as only he could be. Ever the optimist when it came to other’s luck. “Your pre-season is just gonna have to be rescheduled.”

Jack wanted to argue with him, but was simply too exhausted to. So he settled on just watching him as he fussed, rearranging the pillows behind Jack’s head, checking his forehead for the fever and handing him his ordained dosages of medicine.

He was right in that it was still early enough in pre-season that Jack could probably make up for it all if he recovered within, at most, a week. It would still mean a lot of rescheduling, and shuffling and compensatory work. But it could be done. It seemed highly unlikely though, seeing how Jack truly felt like he was slowly dying.

He sniffled miserably, leaning his heavy head into the hand that Bitty had left at his forehead. He felt how his mind and eyes started to wander, the drugs and fatigue starting to make him woozy. But when Bitty ran a hand through his hair, tugging lightly to ask for his attention, Jack managed to focus in on him long enough again to find him smirking softly.

“You’re a father now, Mr. Bittle. Gettin’ decked by daycare bugs is kinda part of the deal.”

“Says the guy who hasn’t been sick since he was like, 12.”

He managed to keep his focus long enough to see Bitty’s smirk turn from soft to sharp.

“My charm repels any diseases.”

Jack tried to snort at that, but the sound got caught in his throat, and he fell into a long coughing fit instead. His poor lungs and throat somehow managed to feel even more sore and battered and bruised, his eyes lining with tears as he finally caught his breath again. He groaned as he fell back against his pillows, and Bitty patted his leg sympathetically before he rose from the bed to hopefully bring Jack a glass of water, leaving him to reflect on how he had ended up in this situation.

Jack, at age 30, had somehow miraculously found himself as a blissfully married father of one. Bitty had, for some unbeknownst reason, decided to stand by him throughout all of his highs and lows, and had loved and supported him throughout every shaky step on the winding road that had led them to the steadfast ease at which they found themselves at now. Juggling his private life with his professional one had turned out to be a lot more manageable than he had dreaded, much thanks to the large support system he had slowly built up along the years. And Josué had been the one wonder he had barely allowed himself to hope for, and which he cherished with all the reverence he deserved.

Oh, and he had a Stanley Cup on his résumé.

It was everything and more than he could have ever dreamt of, and he woke up almost every morning having to pinch himself to make sure that it wasn’t actually all just a dream.

But his bliss was, much like everything else good in his life, fragile. Brittle. He was afraid even the slightest disruption would break it. One wrong move and it would all fall to pieces. And so he kept to his reliable routines, always making sure to be on the safe side of everything.

Which meant that he had gone into isolation at Josué’s first gravelly cough.

Because he couldn’t get sick. That would be one the one thing that would ruin all of his carefully crafted plans, all of his meticulous calculations. He knew he was being fanatic, but he hadn’t gotten to where he was with his life by not being it.

He had felt horrible though. Looking into his son’s confused brown eyes, knowing that he couldn’t put him to sleep, hug him, or hell, even so much as look at him, in the coming couple of days as he had barricaded himself down in their basement had shattered pieces of his heart.

And, as it turned out, it had all been in vain anyways.

Wincing as he craned his neck, lifting it just far enough to be able to look down to the foot of the bed, he still couldn’t help but smile at the peacefully napping lump he found there.

“Come here, you little bug,” he croaked out as he fought through all his aches in order to reach down to scoop Josué up into his arms.

It wasn’t like he could get any sicker.

Josué settled easily on top of his stomach, his sense of his own center of gravity surprisingly keen for someones his size, not seeming bothered in the slightest to having been interrupted from his rest. He rocked back and forth gently as he inspected Jack with those big brown eyes of his, before reaching out to gently pat him on the cheek.

“Papa sick,” he simply stated around a soft snivel.

“Yeah, I am,” Jack agreed weakly, before reaching up to curl a gentle hand around his small head and pulling him into a hug.

Jack didn’t know how long they just lay like that, Josué a comforting weight on his aching chest, his heartbeat mirroring Jack’s own. It wasn’t long before the small boy was sighing deeply again though, and Jack allowed himself a small moment of self-indulgence as he nuzzled into his soft hair.

He was just about to surrender to his own weary head and heavy eyelids, when Bitty appeared in the doorway again, instantly reviving him a little. A constant presence of brightness and life.

“Soup,” he instructed as he placed a container on the bedside table, before quickly disappearing into the bathroom, only to return with a glass of water that Jack gratefully accepted. Bitty just inspected him for a moment, before smiling softly and reaching out to card his fingers through Jack’s hair.

Then he bent down to press a kiss to both Jack and Josué’s foreheads, patting down the front of his shirt when he straightened again, as he often did before preparing to proceed to whatever next thing that was on his mind.

And it was an impulse decision, really. Wordlessly, Jack quickly placed Josué down onto the side of the bed, and then fought against every instinct of his body telling him to just lie down, as he reached out to drag Bitty down into the bed with them before he had the chance to turn around and leave.

“Jack!” He shrieked as he swatted at the arm Jack had hooked around his waist as he was dragged down into the messy bed. He put up a half-hearted attempt at a struggle, Jack notoriously the better wrestler between the two, and Josué giggled in delight. “You’ll get me contaminated too!”

“Yes, and then we can be one big, disease-ridden family.”

“We need someone to be well enough to take care of the child.”

“But by the time you’re down under, I’ll be back on my feet enough to take care of you both,” Jack said with a grin as he pulled Bitty even closer, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. Because if his immune system hadn’t surrendered to his and Josué’s combined vermin spread already, there wasn’t really anything that would break those fortified walls down. And Bitty knew that.

“You may be out of season for now, Mr. Bittle, but I still got a bakery to run,” he still huffed with a soft shove at Jack’s shoulder, which meant that that was the end of the discussion. And Jack laid back against his pillows to watch as Bitty crawled out of the bed again.

Bitty was currently working at a quite charming but rather rundown old bakery downtown. It was officially owned and run by an equally charming but rundown old man, whom Jack suspected hadn’t actually stepped a foot inside the bakery for years, and Bitty had taken over the actual business long ago. The bakery was slowly approaching its final breaths though, along with its owner, and it wasn’t long left until he would retire. And Jack was quite certain that Bitty’s name would be written on a lease of his own not long after.

But if there was one thing he had learned from this mess of a life of his, it was to take everything in its due time.

“Yes, Mr. Bittle.”

“Now, make sure both you and Josué get some of that chicken soup workin’”, Bitty said as he helped one of the aforementioned to move back to the center of the bed, before straightening and patting down his distinctly more rumpled shirt again. “I would say don’t share a spoon, but… I don’t see what difference it’d make.”

“Love you, Bits.”

“Love you too, honey.”

He smiled warmly one last time before turning around and leaving, closing the door quietly behind him. Jack just lain looking up at the ceiling for a long time again, trying to focus on his labored breathing. That was, until Josué started bouncing impatiently by his side.

Peering down at the little monster that had started this whole mess, he couldn’t help but chuckle at his quietly hopeful expression.

“You want some soup, big guy? Yeah? Yeah?”

“Chick soup!” He exclaimed brightly, and for once actually overbalanced himself, practically falling face first onto Jack’s stomach.

Jack chuckled again, before groaning miserably as he tried to sit up. His everything ached, a dull but insistent ache, and Josué giggled shamelessly at the undignified sounds he emitted as he struggled up into a sitting position.

Finally settling with his head resting against the headboard, and with Josué climbing onto his lap, he felt a little better. And with the heat of Bitty’s soup slowly seeping into his bones, he might have gone as far as saying that he felt good.

Being a parent was a lot of hard work. Some days it barely felt like all the good things outweighed all the tough, the stress of constantly looking after someone other than themselves put yet another strain on his and Bitty’s relationship, and Jack’s lows now felt even lower, because he knew they would inevitably affect Josué too.

But the good did outweigh the tough, Josué had somehow tied Bitty and Jack even closer to one another, and his very presence always made all of Jack’s highs indescribably higher.

And as he watched his son slurp messily on the mild broth that they were sharing between them, he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.