#but it also comes closely at the heels of that moment in the hospital room with namatame and i think this is very much a scene where

[daily-hanamura]

[its-weeping]

ii. 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ! ‧ ₊˚ ❀

𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

summary: how is it as miguel's wife? (NSFW)

warnings: 18+ smut, suggestive content, like 1 spanish curse word

pairing: miguel o'hara x wife!reader

notes: part 2 of my miguel x wife!reader headcanons! also this is my 2nd time writing smut so it might not be good–

i can see miguel as a classic romantic. it's vague, but mentioning him with gabriella i'd say he's 100% a traditionally romantic guy.

dinner dates, movie dates, picnics, etc.

your husband is respectful, and will not perform pda unless you are comfortable with it. (if you aren't, he'll just stick close to you)

although, he's only a gentleman up until you initiate a heated night. miguel lets you issue a safe word before anything else. he's aware of his rather.. sizable prostate, so it's better to be safe than in the hospital.

your husband is a firm believer of using pet names during sex. ones like baby, my precious, sweet girl, gorgeous, and mami are his go to. (he'll usually say them in spanish since he can't think of the words in english because of the pleasure.)

a heavy groan ripes from miguel's throat as he finishes inside you for seemingly the 7th time tonight.

the male smirks upon seeing your trembling state: face flushed with tears, chest rising and falling at a quick pace, and your body littered with his marks.

"you did so good for me, espléndida.. tan jodidamente buena para mi." gorgeous.. so fucking good for me.

miguel praises, kneading your sore thighs out of habit. you take this as a moment to catch your breath, but then yell out your husband's name as he suddenly goes deeper into your cunt.

"did you think i was going to stop there?" miguel's words fly past you as the pleasure builds up once more. your putty in his arms, the feeling of his cock continuously hitting your g-spot erases any other thoughts from your mind.

he has an incredibly large build, so he's always concerned for you and the state of your body after a long night.

your husband having anger issues potentially leads to angry sex every once in a while. his anger doesn't necessarily have to be directed at you.

any aggravation miguel experiences and he's running straight to you to cool off—expect that your ability to walk will be null and void after.

hot and needy kisses / make out sessions when he's missing you terribly.

if miguel is horny enough, he is willing to do it in any semi private area, such as public bathrooms, dressing rooms, etc.

you pant, sweat trickling down your forehead as you grip tighter onto miguel.

"hah– not here, miguel, please."

"no te preocupes, baby, it'll be quick." don't worry,

your husband whispers abut your neck—the area already riddled with scant red marks. you squirm in his hold, desperately wishing not a single soul can hear you both so you could let loose.

the sensation of miguel's tip against your hole snaps you from your wish making. you bite back a whimper, miguel is half way in you and it burns.

"but– mm– what if someone hears us?"

"then so be it."

aftercare comes with his service, it's not an add-on but a requirement.

you're consistently grateful for miguel's unfailing need to take care of you after a long night, and no matter what, you always return the gesture.

regardless of your husband being a traditional guy when it comes to wooing you, fucking you is quite different.

he's not so traditional in the bedroom, and will try whatever it is you want to do. (he's head over heels for you so nothing is really off limits, but no illegal things...)

miguel might have a breeding kink—could possibly be because of his more animalistic instincts.

when the idea of breeding you comes to him, it'll be the only thought he has for the next few days.

© its-weeping — do not plagiarize or translate.

[smashboxgirl26]

i crumble completely when you cry

ph! katsuki bakugou x fem! reader summary: this wasn't the way it was supposed to happen, but sometimes mistakes yield the best results contains: proposal!! (for @/pityslash <33), kinda ooc soft bakugou but im blaming it on him getting a concussion, mentions of injury, lots of fluff hehe word count: 1.8k words masterlist

Katsuki awoke to a darkened room with white, tiled speckled ceiling cut into rectangles and an IV in his arm; you were sleeping in the plastic chair at his bedside, head leaning against the wall and your mouth slightly open. It was probably about two or three in the morning, judging by the dimmed light coming from the hospital hallway.

Fuck.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He shifted around slightly under the thin sheets, grunting as he tried to move his (apparently broken) right arm to fit in the pocket of his hero costume. A sigh of relief pushed past his lips when he felt the little velvet box still stashed away, thankfully left untouched.

And god– fuck did his head hurt… but this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.

You were still dressed up — makeup and all, heels sitting next to you on the floor, the pretty black satin dress he watched you show off before you both left for dinner: now bunched up in your lap between your palms as you slept. 

You were definitely going to complain about the crook in your neck when you woke up from the way your head was angled against the wall. You should’ve just gone home and slept properly in bed: but he knew arguing with you would’ve been fruitless — you’d refuse to leave his side like you always did. 

Katsuki let out a small huff as he stared back up at the darkened ceiling.

This was supposed to be your anniversary. He had it all planned out: flowers, dinner, taking a walk through the park near the apartment to get ice cream, proposing in the little ramada he’d gotten Hanta and Eijirou to decorate with fairy lights and flowers. His mother’s old engagement ring was what he’d nervously tucked away into his suit pocket earlier that evening; she’d given it to him the first time you met her — as if she just knew the outcome of your relationship. 

And yet, not even halfway through dinner he’d gotten a call about a villain spiraling out of control. 

He knew his apology was lacking when he pushed himself up from the table, telling you he’d be back as fast as he possibly could; and he could tell how disappointed you were at the fact he was leaving despite how you playfully urged him to hurry before you ate all the dessert without him.

He’d slipped the ring in his costume pocket thinking he would make it back in time for your walk in the park — but that went out the window the second he was caught off guard and blasted through an apartment building.

You shifted slightly, against your spot on the wall. Katsuki almost thought it was because he was thinking too loud.

Your eyes opened after a moment or two, and blinked once or twice at him before realizing his eyes were also open.

“You’re awake?” you asked groggily, scrubbing your eyes before pulling yourself up from the chair. “Let me go get the nurse–”

“S’fine,” he stopped you before you could get out the door, lifting his head off the pillow because he knew you would come over and scold him for it.

Shit he felt dizzy.

“Don’t move right now,” you chastised him — immediately abandoning your mission to rush back to his side and help him lay his head back down on the pillow. “Is that comfortable?”

“Yea,” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Don’ get the nurse yet… I don’ really want more fuckin’ needles in my arm right now.”

“...fine.” You pressed your lips together, concealing the lecture he knew you wanted to spew: him never being careful when he promised he would be being main point among those you wanted to address — yet you pulled the hard, plastic chair you were sitting in up to the bed and leaned against the mattress.

“...do you feel dizzy?”

“Yeah.”

“You got a concussion from your fall,” you turned your head to look towards the side, and he couldn’t see your expression anymore in the dimmed light from the lamp next to his bedside. “You also broke your arm from landing on it.”

“You saw?”

“It was on the news.”

You sounded on the verge of tears. He needed to apologize. He’d ruined your night.

“M’sorry,” he let his left hand drift over to where yours was laying on the bed next to him, his fingers catching between your own — grabbing you out of your dazed attention — “M’sorry I ruined our night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything Katsuki,” you shook your head, but he could hear the little edge of pain in your voice. “It’s not your fault… I was just worried.”

“I did, though,” he continued. “Tonight was s’posed to be just us walkin’ through the park n’ getting ice cream.”

“You had it all planned out huh?” You finally faced him again, tired eyes and a small, sad smile on your lips. 

“F’course I did, would y’expect anythin’ less from me?” 

“Of course not,” you humored him, bringing his knuckles up to your lips before planting a kiss over a small scab and pressing your cheek against it — staring faraway, somewhere his mind could never find yours.

“Why didn’t you go home?” he rubbed his thumb against yours. “Could’ve changed and been comfortable.”

You let out a small huff — “I couldn’t just leave you here. I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”

“You didn’t have to worry about me, baby. Y’should’ve slept comfortably at home, come and seen me in the morning.”

You didn’t answer; instead, pressed another kiss against his knuckles before letting his hand come back down to the bed.

“If you saw what I did, you wouldn’t be saying that.” — was all you left it at — you tried to get up to get the nurse, but he didn’t let your hand go. “Katsuki–”

“Just let me be a lil’ longer,” he slurred, drowsily. “Come lay down with me.”

“Kats–”

“Please.”

“How could I–”

“Please.” He repeated, and you gave up to the pleading look in his eyes. “Can’t sleep properly without you there.”

He shifted himself over slightly, watching you hold your tongue once again with a little snort, before patting at the spot next to him. You climbed up slowly, carefully, trying to be as light as possible to not let the little hospital bed creak under both your weights — letting yourself melt next to him, your hand resting over his chest. You didn’t say anything, just nestled yourself into his shoulder with a yawn.

Something about the way you were positioned made it feel like you were hesitant to touch him — as he was as fragile as glass. Even with your fingers resting over his abdomen, he barely felt them there.

“What’s got your mind all worked up?” he asked after what felt like hours of silence.

“...nothing.”

“I know when yer overthinkin’ baby.”

You looked up to him, sad eyes and all. “I was really worried.” You sniffed, burrowing yourself back next to him. “I was just sitting in the restaurant finishing my food until I got a notification on my phone about the news — and I clicked it and saw the video of you being blasted through the building. There was so much debris, I almost thought–I don’t know what I thought… It felt like I couldn’t breathe or–or think… I just ran out of there as fast as I could so I could get to the hospital. And then, when you wake up, your first concern is that you ruined the night?” You huff, angrily and under your breath but you didn’t let him see it. “I can’t believe you sometimes…” 

“M’sorry,” he repeated, this time drowsily— despite the disapproving click you let out in response, he wrapped his arm around you: rubbing small circles in your arm to soothe the tension you continued to let off. These situations were the only times you both switched roles; the only time he was the one who had to calm you down when usually it was the opposite.

“Stop saying that.”

“I am though,” he continued anyway. “For making you worry and cry when I should’ve been careful. I got a little reckless tryin’ to get back to you quickly. I just… didn’t wanna leave you stranded there.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” you almost scolded him. “I’m used to it, I understand what your job is like.”

“Told you though, I had it all planned out n’ shit — stupid bastard ruined it all…”

“It’s okay,” you pacified him. “It was just dinner, we can always go out another time.”

“It wasn’t just dinner though…” He stopped himself from continuing, but looking down at your furrowed brow knew that he’d have to give an explanation. 

“We’ve talked about marriage before—” he started again after a moment of silence. A moment to catch his breath, to let his racing thoughts and heart subside slightly. “—about us staying together like this because we couldn’t really ever see ourselves with anyone else.”

You nodded.

“And I thought–I knew that we were both ready… So I was gonna propose.”

You didn’t say anything, and he didn’t dare look down at your face — not when he could feel the heat rushing up to his face like he was about to pass out.

“I uh, had this whole speech planned out n’ everything,” he stared at the ceiling once more. “Even had Ei n’ Hanta set up flowers and candles in the park near that cherry blossom tree we always picnic near.”

You still didn’t say anything.

“M’sorry for just bringing it up now, and spoiling the surprise ‘cause I could’ve just done it later…”

“...are you really apologizing for telling me that you were going to propose?” you spoke after a moment. 

He could hear the slight crack in your voice, and he looked down to see that his suspicions were correct — you were crying.

“Don’ cry,” he tried to wipe them with fail because he could only use one arm. “You know I get sad when you cry.”

“I can’t help it.” 

 “I know that this isn’t where you probably expected to get proposed to, but everything I said is true — I wanna spend the rest of my life with you n’ get those little moments with you. N’ honestly, as long as we have that, I don’t think it matters where this shit happens.” He shifted around slightly, before you could stop him: sitting up to properly face you and pulling a little velvet box out from his pocket. “Marry me?”

“Of course I will,” you tried to wipe away your tears before falling into his embrace — pausing after he let out a hissing sound. “I’m calling the nurse for real now.”

[a-heart-attack-ow]

The Arrangement. Part One

1: 

Dust hung in the air. 

Flecks frozen in time as my breathing hitches. 

I never meant to be here. 

For things to get this far. 

The truth was, I’d done everything I could to protect my father. He’d made a lifetime of mistakes and gambled away other people’s money and fell into all the wrong crowds until, one day, he fucked over the worst family in Las Vegas. A family from old money, a family as close to royalty as they could get. The family didn’t lose much money because of my father, but even a dollar was too much for the Brock family empire. The same family that was out for blood the moment they learned their employee betrayed them. 

I was there the night they sent someone to break into my house. I’d come home earlier than normal as my night class had been canceled. I’d pulled into the driveway after getting home from University and heard the yelling the moment I stepped out of the car. I was there when I ran into the house, and found my father in the living room on his knees with a man holding a gun to his head. And it had been me who begged them to not hurt my father. I’d sworn to give them anything they wanted to spare him, but I never imagined they’d want this. 

I never imagined they’d want me standing in a wedding dress in the bedroom of the family’s only biological son. The man I’d married only three hours before. I could cry remembering how I’d gotten here. How I ended up with the 10 carat diamond black engagement ring and a wedding band with five carat diamonds embedded into the band. The ring was heavy and served as a constant reminder of who I now belonged to. A reminder of what would happen to my father if I did anything to ruin this arrangement. 

The Brock family was untouchable. They had more money than they would ever need and a massive pharmaceutical company behind them. Mr. Brock was also the CEO of 20 major hospitals in Las Vegas. On the surface they seemed nice enough, but there was something sinister that everyone who knew them couldn’t place. They’d been involved in countless scandals and always managed to avoid any of the legal trouble that had come their way. They’d been viewed as a family of kindness, faith, and pure opportunities, but when their son got into his teenage years that had changed. The Brock family’s only son had a constant place on the cover of tabloid magazines. Even now, at the age of 25 he was still constantly on the cover of the tabloids. 

The senior members of the family knew they had to do something to clean up his image. Something to switch the party boy behavior into something that reflected the family values their company preached. But I doubt anyone would’ve guessed that this was their plan for their son. 

To force him into an arranged marriage to save their reputation. 

Colby Brock…

…is my husband. 

I feel a chill move up my spine at the thought. To spare my father from murder, I had to marry the heir of the people who’d wanted him dead. The masked man had laughed in my face when I told him I would give him anything he wanted if he didn’t hurt my father. 

“I know just what I am going to do with you.”

He’d chuckled darkly, his blue eyes shining behind the black ski mask he’d been wearing. Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. I close my eyes at the thought, tears threatening to spill over. Suddenly, my wedding dress feels very hot and I need to get out of it. I reach around to the side of my dress to find the zipper of my strapless dress. The gown itself was made of the finest silk money could buy (or at least that’s why the stylist had told me), but I couldn’t bear to be in it a second longer. I shimmy out of the dress, the fabric lightly landing onto the ground. My long black hair hangs in my face as I make sure my feet can safely step out of the fabric without catching on the fabric. I make sure to slip off the high heels I’d been wearing and keep them in the pool of fabric on the floor. My bare feet find the heated wooden floors and I feel a sense of calm move over me now that the dress is off of my body. I don’t even care that I’m standing in the middle of the bedroom with only my bra and underwear on. I just care that I’m no longer in that dress. I brush the long black curls of my hair out of my face and breathe a deep sigh. For a moment I don’t feel the anxiety I’d been feeling for days, but then I hear a voice behind me that brings me back to reality in an instance. 

“Now this is a view I could get used to.” 

His voice causes me to freeze. I’d only heard that voice for the first time today. When he read off his scripted vows. I turn to face him slowly, my green eyes finding his pale blue gaze in the dark. I had been in such a rush to leave the wedding reception that I didn’t properly take in my surroundings. I knew I was standing in a bedroom, but now that I was looking at Colby, standing in the middle of a grand room, I realized how much luxury engulfed me in this moment. He is standing in the middle of his bedroom, his tux jacket hanging over his right arm and his button up shirt undone. He looks like he had fun at the reception and like he didn’t mind that I’d snuck out as quickly as I could. 

“I am sorry…”

I start faintly, a smirk spreading to his lips.

“... I should’ve gone somewhere private to change.” 

My voice sounds so small when I speak. I don’t know the man in front of me and a part of me is terrified about what will happen next. He takes two steps to the right, dropping his tuxedo jacket onto the loveseat next to his desk. The smirk never leaves his face when he does this, not even when he looks back at me. His eyes scan my body in appreciation, his approval evident in the way his eyes light up the longer he stares. 

“Well, my darling wife, what’s mine is yours. You can change wherever you like. Afterall, this is our bedroom. This is your new home, all 10,000 acres.” 

Amusement moves across his face as I study him. His words echo in my mind, I’d married into a wealthy family and now I was stuck in the middle of a large estate. I’d grown up on food stamps and in low-income housing. I didn’t even know how to exist in a place like this. He notices the way I am studying him and he chuckles. He’d been here before, in a position with a woman who was intimidated by the sheer scope of him and his lifestyle. 

“You did a good job today…”

He rasps. 

“...Wore the dress my mom picked out. Let Kris do your hair and makeup, and posed exactly as you’d been told to.  It’s like my parents picked you out of a catalog or something…”

He pauses once more, moving to sit on the edge of his loveseat. I can’t read him or what he’s thinking but I see the slightest look of frustration entering his eyes as he continues to speak. 

“...Your name is Emilia Chandler and you’ve received all A’s your whole life, got into college early and now, at 24 you’re already working on your Ph.D. in higher education. You spend weekends at local soup kitchens, help donate to children’s cancer organizations, and donate to charities that support domestic violence survivors. You’re like an American Princess Diana, but I’m not a prince Emilia and I have no intention of treating you like a princess.” 

His words fall from his lips quickly and they’re unforgiving as he gives me a moment to process what he’s just said to me. His eyes aren’t kind, but there’s an amusement in his eyes as he studies me. I hadn’t realized he’d been studying up on who I am. 

“I’m sorry if I offended you or something.”

I whisper, my eyes moving from his to the floor. He chuckles darkly at my words, his body leaning back into the fabric of the loveseat. 

“Darling, I’m not offended. You do what you’re told and we can get through this without any problems. You fuck me when asked, pop out a few kids, and pretend to be happy when we are at events or in photographs. But make no mistake, what we are is an arrangement made by people who know that a girl like you is sweet enough to make me digestible to the public.” 

No one had ever spoken to me like he was at this very moment. The rudeness and the entitlement laced into how he spoke made my blood boil but I wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words hurt. I knew he wasn’t happy about the situation, because who would be happy about being forced to marry a person to save the reputation of your family. Who would want this? I know that I didn’t. 

“Come here…” 

He demands from the loveseat. I feel his eyes on me, willing me to move to him. Out of compliance I do as he’s asked and move to stand in front of him, my footsteps light along the hardwood. The same smirk he’d worn before has found itself back on his face as our gazes lock once more. I don’t know when he’s taken off his undershirt but he has and now his shirtless body is on full display. I note the tattoos and his extremely toned body before moving my eyes back to his. Without asking, his hands are on either side of my hips, pulling my body down to straddle his. 

“Sam was right when he told me you were a looker. That’s all I could think when you were walking down the aisle. It makes this arranged marriage thing worth it, knowing I, at least have an attractive girl to fuck.”

The lack of kindness he’d had before, remains evident in his biting comments. He was vile, hot as hell, but vile. 

“Sam?”

I ask as the hands that had been on my hips snake their way up my body. He pulls my waist in against his torso, our skin on skin in seconds. He chuckles at how my breathing hitches as he arranges how he wants my body to straddle his. He guides his fingertips to  reach around to undo my strapless bra. “Yes, Sam. He was my best man at the wedding.” 

With my chest now fully exposed to him, he groans. There’s a moment where I lock my eyes with his, a moment where I decide that I could just get this initial moment over with faster if I initiated something. I could feel his tension in the air around us both. He didn’t like being forced to marry, but he was going to take his situation and have fun with it. I think back to his comment about having children and feel relief at the fact that I still had my IUD. If his parents wanted grandchildren to keep the family line going, they wouldn’t be getting them anytime soon. 

The longer we look at each other I feel the tension building between us. Both of us were almost anticipating what the other was going to do. I could feel myself growing more restless the longer we looked at one-another, so I broke the tension and placed my lips against his. If he was going to make the best of this arrangement by using me then why couldn’t I do the same? My lips move slowly against his and he meets mine with equal pacing. He holds his body against mine the moment I deepen the kiss and suddenly he seems to need me like he’s been starved of physical touch his whole life. The longer we kiss the more I can’t seem to think straight. All I can think about is how I feel in the moment, how he feels against me. His skin is soft against my chest, comforting inviting all at once. Kissing him was far more pleasant than hearing him speak to me. There was a false sense of tenderness to him that had been lacking before. 

I feel his hands move to my chest, giving my breast a firm squeeze. The touch feels so good that I break the kiss and moan into the crook of his neck, unable to meet his gaze. I didn’t want to see the look of satisfaction on his face as I reacted like putty in his hands. He was molding me into what he wanted and I was shamelessly letting him. A dark chuckle passes his lips as he uses his right hand to stroke my breast, his thumb lightly tracing over my hardening nipple. His left hand moves down my torso slowly until he reaches my soaked underwear. 

“Is this all for me my darling?”

He groans into my neck, as he moves his fingertips to slide my underwear to one side. He wastes no time pumping two fingers into my aching core, the quick pace of his fingers is harsh but it feels so good. I allow a shaky breath to escape me as I breathe into his neck. I was going to cum if he kept up this pace and he knew it. 

“Such a good little wife you are…”

He groans when I dare to kiss his collar bone. He was magnetic and for whatever reason I felt this connection to him. It was purely sexual, but I enjoyed the way it made me feel. Feeling me get closer to the edge, he removes his fingers from my core, the loss making me feel empty. He pulls my hair and forces me to look at him. 

“...From this day forward you are mine…”

He practically growls the words at me, his jaw clenched as he studies me. I can’t speak when he says this, but I manage a small nod before he continues. 

“... You will never be anyone else’s.” 

Our eyes remain locked as he moves his hands to unbuckle his pants, lifting his body up enough to slide them down. He takes his boxers off at the same time as his dress pants and exposes himself to me. Completely unapologetically he smirks when I glance down at his hardened member. He’s bigger than anyone else I’ve ever had before, but I can’t help but want him inside of me as soon as possible. He wastes no time with my underwear, but instead of sliding them off he rips them off of my body. 

I’m not shocked by the aggressiveness nor am I shocked by the way that he moves his lips to mine in pure hunger. He knew what he wanted from me and he wasn’t afraid to take it. The kiss was frenzied and demanding as he deepened it, his tongue meeting mine. While he distracts my lips, his hands move my body against his, brushing his hardened cock against my slick core. He is setting my body to align with his and I brace myself to be impaled by him. I brace myself for the feeling of complete desire to overtake us both. 

He aligns himself with me with one quick thrust. A deep penetrating thrust that felt like utter perfection. My lips part as he thrusts again and again into me with quiet demand. A moan escapes my lips as he holds my body into place, his thrusts deeper and deeper. “I want to hear you say it…”

He groans into my lips. His pace was faster than it had been before. I feel like my head is spinning as he does this and I’m unsure of how I can respond to whatever he wants me to say. I didn’t think I could even form a coherent sentence. 

“...Say you’re mine and no one else’s. Say it and I might let you cum.”

There’s a veiled threat in his words, a smugness about him that told me he could feel how close I was to coming undone around his cock. A threat that told me I better verbally comply or I wouldn’t be able to release the pent up pleasure I felt. I could feel how close he was and I could tell that he needed to hear me say it, his ego would accept nothing less. 

“I am yours…”

I whimper as he thrusts into me so fast that I can hardly focus.

“... I am yours and no one else’s.”

The words fall from my lips mere seconds before he cums inside of me, his lips connecting with mine once more. He groans as his cock twitches inside of me. 

“Cum for me sweetheart.”

He rasps, giving me permission to let go. My body wastes no time responding to what he’s finally allowed me to do and it feels so good. 

Afterwards we sit on the loveseat, our chests rising and falling rapidly. We both strive to catch our breath, sitting in the silence of his room. It’s only when he guides my face to look up to his once more that he speaks one final time for the night. 

“Emilia Brock, we are going to have so much fucking fun together.”

*I have other parts in mind, please let me know if you would like to read more.*

[cupid-styles]

YES! I will eat up any crumbs you have!

Some ideas that would be cute to see would be would be jealousy, idk from which side. Maternity shopping or any baby shopping! First kick! Also Im not sure yet if their friends know but that would be cool to read too!

AH here u go cutie pie!!!! thank you for enjoying them as much as i do hehehe <3333

content warnings: pregnant yn/baby talk

word count: 963

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"Can you stop pacing?"

Harry stops in his tracks, turning on his heel to look at a very exasperated looking Y/N. He's trying to ignore the fact that she's only wearing a flimsy paper hospital gown, legs spread with her feet in those awful metal stirrups. 

He can't help that he's nervous about seeing their baby for the first time, especially considering the circumstances — they almost didn't make it to this point and, on top of that, Y/N almost attended this appointment without him. He had to convince her to let him come; her argument being something along the lines of, "But the doctor's gonna, like... look up my vag and stuff."

(Unfortunately for her, that wasn't enough to stop Harry.)

"I'm anxious," he mutters, crossing his arms over his chest as he shuffles over to her side.

"Don't get too close or I may punch you when she sticks stuff inside of me," Y/N quickly replies, holding her hand out to create distance between them, "Also, you're anxious? You just get to stand there and do nothing!"

Harry sighs. Frankly, he's a bit too tired to fight her on this. She'd been texting him all night about worries she had, wondering if the cup of coffee she had two weeks ago would hurt the baby, or — her words — "what if they look weird?"

"I know, you're right. How are you feeling?" Harry asks in an attempt to make her feel prioritized.

She shrugs her shoulders. She's surprised by his kind response and she doesn't have a good response prepared.

"'m nervous, too." she finally mumbles out, the admittance of her own worries somehow embarrassing to her.

He nods understandingly. "Well, we'll just see what happens, I guess, but at least we're here for each other. I would never want you to go through this alone."

Y/N bites her bottom lip and lays her head back against the firm cushioning of the table. 

"I would agree, but your pacing is pissing me off too much to feel grateful."

Harry's groan is cut off by a knock on the door, punctuated by Y/N's doctor's head peeking in. 

"Can I come in?" 

As soon as Y/N answers her, it's a flurry of questions and answers that only Y/N can answer. What was the first day of your last period? Do you have a history of high blood pressure? What's your family medical history? Are you on any medications? Who's your primary care doctor? When did you take a pregnancy test?

Harry's head is spinning as reality begins to hit him square in the face. He's having a child. With someone he barely knows. They had sex once — a one night stand, for fuck's sake — and now they were committing to raising a child together.

Were they absolutely insane?

He starts to think he may be when the doctor asks for her full name and he realizes he doesn't even know her middle name. Anxiety is clawing at his stomach and chest, his throat dry as the doctor rubs some weird jelly on Y/N's exposed stomach. Unexpectedly, Y/N gasps at the texture and reaches out to grab Harry's hand, muttering out something about it being cold.

He knows that he's fine, but it feels like she's squeezing the life out of his hand and it's only making his nerves worsen. He's ready to run for the hills, give her half the money for an abortion like she said a few weeks back — until it starts.

A steady thumping in quick successions. The sound fills the entire room and Harry's world stops.

"That's your baby's heartbeat."

He swallows harshly, his eyes zeroing in on the image on the screen. He always thought parents to-be that cried at sonogram pictures were a little silly — you can barely tell what's going on, but in that moment, Harry understands. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. A series of blobs that he immediately identifies with and feels attached to — his baby.

He looks over to Y/N, who has tears streaming down her cheeks. He smiles gently and gives her hand a small squeeze.

"They're beautiful," she whispers. 

"I think they have your nose." Harry whispers back.

"Don't be dumb," she mutters, wiping the tears away, "You can't see shit, Harry."

He just laughs and asks the doctor for as many prints of the sonogram they're allowed.

. . .

"You're what?"

Y/N stares back at her and Harry's friends, all of who look like they're the ones who just found out they're having a baby.

She clears her throat, repeating her words. "I'm pregnant. And Harry's the dad."

At the mention of his name, Harry scrambles, quickly pulling the sonogram pictures out of his pocket and placing them on the table. 

"I'm sorry, what the fuck?" Lucy's the first to speak up, her eyes wide as they flicker back and forth from Y/N to Harry. "You guys hate each other."

Y/N shrugs. 

"It was a one night thing," Harry says, offering a smidgen of context.

"And so...?" Dom asks.

"We wanted to have a baby," Y/N replies defensively, crossing her arms over her chest, "I got pregnant. We talked about it. We're gonna have a kid. Any other questions?"

Lea sighs quietly, turning to look at Y/N. "We're not pissed or anything, babe. We're just concerned, that's all."

She nods curtly as Lucy reaches out to look at the sonograms. Dom looks over her shoulder, smiling fondly at the pictures.

"It doesn't have to be a big thing. Friends have babies all the time," Harry says, "Like Y/N explained, we've both always wanted to be parents and this is just the opportunity for us. I'm going to be there to support her the entire time and we wanted you guys to know what's going on."

Y/N swallows, ignoring the way her heart warms ever so slightly at Harry defending their choice. The reasoning sounds much better coming out of his mouth. When she says it, it feels like it's some stupid haphazard explanation, but with him, it's as if it's been calculated and planned.

Their friends all nod their heads as they process Harry's words.

She clears her throat, nervously picking at her fingernails underneath the table. "We're... committed to doing this together," she says, her voice shaking ever so slightly. "And we're going to love this baby more than anything else in the world."

Harry wants to reach out and take her hand into his, but he resists the urge, knowing she'd just yell at him. A gentle smile worms its way on Lucy's face as Lea nods, an affectionate look brightening over her expression. 

"We're so happy for you both," Dom says, passing the sonogram pictures back to Harry.

Harry doesn't miss the small smile that appears on Y/N's face. Besides, he can barely hold his in.

[forever-rogue]

I saw you were open to nurse!steve ideas so how about their first date? they’re both nervous bc they’re seeing each other outside the usual hospital room but still suuuper gone for the other already and you both realize yes this is my person 🥹

AN | No, but please. This is so soft and I just know that these two always knew they were meant to be 🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | None

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Nurse Steve, Steve, Main

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You had no clue why you were so nervous. It wasn’t like it was some weird blind date, or some total stranger, this was Steve. You were still getting to know each other but he’d already seen you at your absolute lowest point. 

Really it could only go up from there and yet, you were staring at the closet, unsure of what to possibly wear. Your stomach was in absolute knots, as you tried to decide between the more casual option of jeans and a nice shirt or a dress. He hadn’t said exactly what you were doing, but you still wanted to look nice. 

“Ugh,” you sighed as you settled on a simple sundress, white with some eyelet embroidery. It was a warm evening and you figured that, along with a cardigan and some flats would be perfect. You weren’t going to risk heels, you’d only just gotten comfortable with using your left leg again, “this will have to do.”

Steve was sitting in his car outside your house, trying not to have a mental breakdown. His nerves had led him to being almost half an hour early, clutching a bouquet of sunflowers and daisies tightly in his hand; sunshine for his sunshine. He was trying to give himself a pep talk, trying to tell himself that everything would be okay. He already knew you, and that was what was sending him into a tizzy. He already liked you way more than he could put into words and both thrilled and terrified him. 

After letting some more time pass, he decided that five minutes early was enough to be socially appropriate. He took a deep breath, exhaling long and slow before stepping out of the car and bringing the flowers along. He counted each step as he walked to your front door, reminding himself that everything would be fine. But as he rang your doorbell and anxiously awaited your arrival, his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his ribcage. If he wasn’t a medical professional he might have thought it was just about to do that. 

A few long moments passed before you opened the door and gave him the prettiest smile he had ever seen. All coherent thoughts in his mind seemed to leave as he looked you over. Holy fuck. How were you so pretty? It shouldn't have been allowed because he wasn’t sure how he was going to survive you. You would be the sweet, beautiful death of him.

“Hi Steve,” your face flushed with warmth as you tried not to stare at the handsome man on your doorstep. He was dressed smartly in a pair of well-fitting jeans and a dark button down with the sleeves rolled up, a beautiful arrangement of flowers in his hand. Oh no. He was not making this easy on you, “you’re here.”

“Yeah,” he smiled softly as he let out a small laugh, “did you not expect me?”

“I did,” you grinned, “but I don’t know…I thought maybe I’d made all this up in my mind and you weren’t real after all.”

“I assure I’m very real,” he held out the flowers to you with a small flourish, “and these are for you. I wasn’t sure what your favorite flowers were, but I hope you like them…sunflowers and daisies suit you.”

“Thank you,” your heart felt like it was about to burst as you took them gently, “it happens to be your lucky day - these are my favorites. Do you want to come in for a few? I want to put them in water real quick.”

“Of course,” you turned around and motioned for him to follow you, slowly making your way into the kitchen, which thankfully was close by. Steve, the good man that he was, tried his hardest not to stare at you, but it was a herculean challenge. You were like the sweetest and most tempting fruit in the garden, “how’s the ankle?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” you promised as you grabbed a vase from the cabinet and quickly filled it with fresh water along with a bit of sugar and vinegar. Steve leaned against the counter as he watched you work, his toffee eyes practically glittering with affection for you. You made quick work of trimming the stems before setting them in the solution you’d made, “it feels weird to use that foot freely again and it still throws me off, so please excuse the fact that I’m hobbling around. I’ve just started PT so hopefully it’ll be better in a few weeks.”

“You’re perfect,” the words were out of his mouth before he could stop him and the sweet look you gave him made him not regret a thing. He laughed nervously, “it takes time but you’re already using it which is a good sign. And…if you ever need any help, I’d be more than happy to help.”

“I might just have to take you up on that offer,” you set the flowers down in the center of the kitchen counter, grinning when you saw how they brightened up the room. Steve softened when he saw the happy look on your face, “so you didn’t technically tell me what we’re doing so I hope I’m not over or under dressed?”

“You look beautiful,” he promised, catching your eyes with pastel pink cheeks but refusing to look away. You opened and closed your mouth a few times before biting your bottom lip, “really.”

“Steve-”

“First thing is dinner,” he grinned and your eyes lit up, “I hope you like Italian otherwise we’re going to have some awkward reservations.”

“I love Italian,” you nodded, trying to contain your eagerness. You really liked Steve and definitely didn’t want to scare him off just yet, “that’s perfect.”

“Yeah?” he perked up as you beamed at him, “let’s get going then!”

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Spending time with Steve was…ridiculously easy. There was no awkwardness between the two of you, no uncomfortable pauses or nervous energy. It felt like you’d known him for ages already, and you were able to tell him anything and everything. And he gave it right back to you. You liked listening to him talk about himself, the kids he basically adopted and still loves, his work, and anything in between. He listened intently to you talking about your work, about your childhood, and how you loved only oddly specific pizza toppings. And it never once felt like he was disingenuous or condescending at all; Steve Harrington genuinely loved spending time with you. 

After dinner was finished, a bundle of sadness settled in your belly as you realized that he was probably going to take you home soon. You weren’t ready to end the evening with him; he could have stayed and never left as far as you were concerned. You wondered if he left the same, if he’d even want to see you again. Little did you know that Steve was already imagining a future filled with you. Steve was a smart man, but he was also an incredible romantic…something he hadn’t really realized until he met you. 

“I hope I’m not, you know, reading the room wrong, but would you like to get dessert?” he sounded timid as the two of you walked out of the restaurant; you turned to him with a big smile and an eager nod.

“I was umm…kind of hoping for that,” you admitted sheepishly, feeling your heart jump as he took your hand in his, threading his fingers through yours as though he’d done it thousands of times before. You gently squeezed his hand and followed his lead, feeling both exuberant and protected, “I’m not really ready for this night to be over.”

“Me neither,” he had a really pretty smile. You suddenly had the desire to make sure he always had a smile on his face, “I…this feels so crazy to say, but I really like spending time with you.”

“Funny,” you nudged your arm slightly into his, “I was just thinking the same thing.”

“Yeah?” oh. You could definitely get used to that.

“Yeah,” before you could stop yourself, you leaned up and pressed a quick little kiss to his cheek. Steve turned bright red and flustered; you thought he was adorable. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You clearly have no taste,” you pretended to huff heavily as you licked at your ice cream cone, “chocolate chip cookie dough is a classic. Iconic basically, and you, Harrington, are missing out.”

He snorted in amusement as the two of you walked through the park, the setting sun coloring the sky in pretty shades of golds and oranges. One hand was holding yours and the other was holding his own ice cream, a mixture of chocolate and vanilla today. 

“I’m telling you, I spent a whole summer working at Scoops Ahoy and it scarred me for life,” he playfully groaned, “really ruins a lot of ice cream when you have to serve it to screaming children everyday!”

“You did get something good out of it,” you reminded him, “your best friend!”

“That’s true,” his heart fluttered with the knowledge that you already remembered this little detail about his life, “don’t know what I’d do without Robin.”

“Maybe one day I can meet her,” you looked over and gave him a hopeful little smile, aware of the full meaning behind your statement. It held a promise of more - of a future together. You’d never been sure about a lot of things in life, but you were already sure about Steve Harrington, “if she’s anything like you, she must be great.”

“Flatterer,” he smiled nonetheless, busying him with his cone in order to keep from making a total fool out of himself, “lucky for you it works on me.”

“Lucky me,” you stopped in front of a bench overlooking the small lake, and tilted your head towards it in a silent question, both of you throwing away the cone wrappers. He nodded and the two of you sat down, leaving just enough of an acceptable space between your bodies, “you know, I never felt particularly lucky, but I’m starting to think I just might be.”

“That makes two of us,” he hesitated for a moment before putting his arm around your shoulders and scooting just a little closer. You stiffened for a moment, nervous at his affection for a fraction of a second before relaxing into his touch and putting your head on his shoulder. 

It was easy to fall back into conversation with him, and the two of you talked until the sun had set and the sky was a pretty shade of blue and purple, a few stars visible. You were glad it was summer or you would have been freezing, but everything that evening felt perfect. You were half tempted to ask him to stay for the evening, but didn’t want him to get the wrong idea either. Of course you wanted to have sex with him, you were only human after all, but you didn’t want to rush anything either. Steve Harrington was a good one and you didn’t want to ruin this. 

With a small sigh, you peeled yourself away from his side and sat up, angling your body towards his. He looked at you, an air of disappointment around him too. He reached over and gently tucked a few loose strands of hair behind your ear before brushing his knuckles over your cheek, “it’s getting late.”

“I know,” you tried to keep the pout off your face but were sure you were doing a horrible job of it, “I don’t want this evening to end.”

“Me neither,” he seemed bashful as he looked away for a moment before looking at you with expression on his face. He leaned ever so slightly and your breath hitched in your throat as you realized what was happening, “may I kiss you?”

“Yes,” his large, warm hand settled on the side of your face as he closed the remaining gap and gently pressed his lips to yours. As soon as he kissed you, you felt an electric shiver run down your spine and a delicious warmth bloom in your stomach and spread through your body. You’d kissed a fair number of people before, but he made all of them seem like they had no clue what they were doing. He melded perfectly into you, and it felt like the two of you had been doing this forever. 

When he pulled back after he kissed you dizzy and breathless, he looked at you curiously. You kissed many frogs before but you were sure that Steve was your prince. 

“That was-”

“Incredible,” you finished for him and he nodded happily. Both of you seemed to be on the same page as he leaned in and kissed you again, pulling you into his warm body as the kiss slowly became more passionate and intense. You hated to pull back but you knew that you couldn’t keep going or you wouldn’t be able to stop, “Steve.”

“You’re an angel, you know that?” he pressed his forehead against yours, and you could feel him smiling against your lips, “and as much as I wanted to keep going, I want to do this right. I don’t wanna half-ass anything with you.”

“Yeah?” you were looking up at him with the sweetest eyes and he couldn’t help but steal a few more kisses, “I really like you, Steve.”

“I really like you,” he had a breathtaking smile, “I hope this isn’t too forward but…when can I see you again?”

“How about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is perfect.”

[applebutter-and-cinnamon]

The Dance Hall

Summary: World War II setting. You meet Lieutenant Bradshaw at a dance hall a few nights after you are stationed in Hawaii.

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Nurse Reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff with slight angst. Please keep in mind that this is set in the 1940s, which is reflected in some of Natasha's reactions to things.

Read the Story: The Beach (Part 2)

The dance hall was in full swing around you as you took a minute to catch your breath. A jazz band was playing on a lit stage at the front of the dance floor where couples were twirling under the lights. The hall wasn't large but it wasn't the smallest one you'd ever been to either. There was a bar and plenty of tables. Tables, that you were taking advantage of as you took a slow sip of water.

"Y/n!" Natasha called out, exasperated. "You have to come dance again."

Natasha Trace was a fellow nurse and one that you considered to be a close friend. She was also the reason that you'd found yourself in the dance hall at all that evening. You'd arrived in Hawaii two nights earlier and found yourself a roommate in the form of Natasha. The two of you were assigned a small bungalow style house on base that you'd be sharing for as long as the Navy had you both assigned there.

She'd taken one look at you and decided to take you under her wing, or that's what she'd told you after helping you set your things down in the room that she had left for you.

"I will," you smiled, "I just wanted to rest for a second. I feel like we've been dancing for hours."

Natasha's eyes were shining in the dim light. Her hair was around her shoulders in dark waves and her red dress had caught more than one set of eyes tonight, she was an absolute bombshell. She'd dressed you for the evening in one of her own dresses, a navy blue dress that tickled your legs when you twirled in your heels.

"FIne, a minute. Not a moment longer," she commanded. "Is that for me?"

You nodded, handing her the second glass of water that you'd ordered.

"Thanks," she said, sitting in the chair next to you. "What do you think?"

You grinned, "I love it! It's beautiful here and you can see the beach right through the windows."

"We'll go every week then," Natasha laughed, "Every day if we can."

Natasha was fun. She was the kind of friend that encouraged you to dance the line of your comfort zone, not to pressure you, but give you the opportunity to try new things. When you'd told her that you hadn't been out dancing, she'd made it her mission to get you out on the floor before your first full day at the hospital.

You swirled the water around in your cup as you glanced around the room. The dance hall was full of navy uniforms and women in pretty dresses. Your eyes landed on two men in navy uniforms making their way across the room, walking in the direction of your table.

"I think that guy from earlier is coming over here," you laughed, leaning across the table to tell her.

Natasha smirked, "The blonde one?"

You nodded, grinning as Natasha tossed her hair over her shoulder. She'd leaned over like she was going to tell you something just as the blonde sailor who had been making eyes at Natasha all night and his friend walked up to your table.

"Ladies," the blonde sailor greeted. His smile was broad, showcasing a set of perfectly white teeth.

"Hi there," Natasha smiled. You dipped your head in greeting, watching the tension between the blonde sailor and Natasha.

"I am Lieutenant Jake Seresin" he introduced, "and this is my friend Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw."

Your eyes landed on the frame of the man next to him. His hair was a darker shade of blonde than his friends, but curlier.

"Good evening," Bradley offered. His voice was deep, the kind that could easily fill a room and it struck something inside of you that had your cheeks flush slightly.

He'd directed the statement towards both of you, but you took note of the way his eyes were gazing at you intently like he couldn't make himself look away.

"I'm Natasha and this is Y/n," Natasha spoke for both of you as you took a quick sip of water to calm the heat in your cheeks. "What brings you our way gentlemen?"

"We'd like to buy you ladies a drink, if you'd be open to it," Jake said.

Natasha smirked, "I was beginning to think you would never ask."

Jake's grin widened and he shared a look with Bradley who rolled his eyes at whatever expression Jake had thrown him. You watched with amusement as Natasha instructed them what to bring back to the table.

When they were walking back to the bar, drink orders in tow, you turned to Natasha completely wide-eyes and took in her unaffected demeanor.

"This is going to be fun," she told you with a devilish grin.

"Fun for you," you protested, "I'm going to make a complete fool of myself."

Her grin softened as she looked at you, "You're not going to make a fool of yourself, Y/n. Jake's friend -"

"Lieutenant Bradshaw" you interrupted without thinking.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw," she corrected with a raised brow, "Looked completely besotted with you. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the reason they came over here after all."

You shook your head, "No, that guy has been making eyes at you since we walked in."

Natasha rolled her eyes, "And his friend has been making eyes at you for just as long."

You felt your face flush again at her words, "No he hasn't."

"Yes, he really has," she continued.

"He has what?" Lieutenant Seresin commented as the two men walked back to the table, drinks clutched in their hands.

"Taken your sweet time to come talk to me," Natasha winked at him, accepting her drink from him.

You looked up as Lieutenant Bradshaw set your drink in front of you at the table. "Thank you," you told him. "Please, take a seat."

He shot you a half-smile, "I will, thank you."

You took a sip of the drink to calm your racing heart. It was perfect, just the way you liked it.

"What do you do for the Navy?" You asked him, ignoring the verbal sparing that Natasha was engaging in.

His amber eyes twinkled, "I'm a naval aviator, Ma'am."

"You fly?" You were sure that your expression was hysterical by the way his lips twitched upwards.

"Does that surprise you?" He teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "No, that's not what I meant at all. I just, flying is dangerous isn't it? And you have to be incredibly talented to get through flight school and everything. Plus, you all launch off of ships which has it's own set of difficulties -"

You cut yourself off, flushing again as you took in the way his eyes were light with amusement. "Sorry," you bit your lip, "I have a younger cousin that's really interested in becoming a pilot some day."

"I'm not offended," he chuckled, the sound of which causing your heart to stutter. "It's nice to know that you already know so much about my profession."

You were having a hard time believing that there was man that was this attractive outside of a book and that he was sitting here, talking to you of all people.

"How did you find yourself in Hawaii?" He asked, sipping from the whiskey in his glass.

"I'm a nurse," you told him, "This is my first assignment actually."

His forearms were leaning into the wooden top of the table as he leaned in closer to you. "Did the two of you arrive together?"

"No," you said, "I actually met Natasha a couple days ago, we're roommates. Have you known Lieutenant Seresin for long?"

"Unfortuantely," he grumbled and you laughed at the affectionate annoyance in his face.

His amber eyes lingered on you as you smiled, "We've known each other since flight school."

"Ah," you said. The band across the room changed keys and you let your eyes dart away from his as you recognized the tune. "This is one of my favorite songs," you said, excitedly.

"Could I - that is, would you care to dance with me?" His voice was steady but you caught the slight tremor in his hands as he set his glass down on the table.

You couldn't help the smile that took over your face, "I'd love to."

Standing from your chair, you took his extended arm and let him lead you to the dance floor. This close to him you could smell the warm woodsy scent of his cologne and something that smelled like the sea. It made you wish that he would pull you closer so that you could bury your face in his neck. An action that would definitely get you kicked out for the impropriety of it.

His hand settled at a respectable spot on your waist and the other held yours comfortably as he began to lead you around the dance floor.

He leaned down, positioning his mouth close to your ear, "You are the most beautiful girl I think I've ever seen."

You felt your breath hitch in your chest as his words caressed your ear and neck. Glancing up, you caught his gaze, so much closer to you now that you were in his arms. His expression was wide open as he let you see the honesty of his words.

"Thank you," you whisper. His hands tighten briefly at the sound of your voice so close to his ear and the strength in them makes a shiver shoot up your spine.

He takes a step back to twirl you in three fast spins in front of him in time with the music, your dress flaring out slightly as you did. The two of you dancing were a vision, with him in his dress whites and you in a blue dress you could've been an advertising poster for the Navy. Using the hand that was already holding yours, he twirled you back into his arms and the two of you glided across the floor as the song came to an end.

He didn't let go as the band changed songs and you didn't step away, the two of you just taking a second to look at each other as everyone else in the room faded into background noise. Both of his arms were wrapped around your waist now and yours were resting on the tops of his shoulders. There was still a respectable amount of space between you but you could feel the warmth that seemed to radiate from him.

"Let me take you out for dinner," he said, breaking the silence between you.

"When?" You asked, breathless.

He took a small step closer and you could feel the way his voice vibrated through his chest as he spoke, "Tomorrow, the next day, whenever you want Honey."

He kept looking back and forth between your eyes and your lips. You couldn't stop yourself from wetting your lips with your tongue. His eyes caught the movement and you watched his expression grow darker as he waited for your answer.

"Tomorrow, then?"

He nodded, "Tomorrow it is."

You were interrupted and pulled from his arms as Natasha grabbed you by the arm, pulling you to where your table was. You cast a look over your shoulder towards Lieutenant Bradshaw who was watching the two of you go with a confused expression that switched to an irritated one as Lieutenant Seresin walked up to him.

You chased after Natasha and watched as she grabbed both of your bags, hurrying towards the exit. "What happened?"

"Nothing," Natasha told you, her voice breaking. Your eyebrows drew together in concern. "I wouldn't have wanted to go on a date with him anyway."

"Natasha!" You exclaimed as she hurried out the door. You chased after her, following her out into the parking lot. She was helping herself into the car that she had rented when you finally caught up.

"He turned me down," Natasha told you as you moved into her earshot. "I asked him to dinner and he laughed at me."

You sighed, reaching out to grab her hand with your own in understanding. For Natasha as a woman to reach out the way she had and to be treated that way would've been incredibly embarrassing and hurtful. Especially surrounded by other members of the Navy.

"Natasha!" You both turned at the sound of her name being called, eyes widening as you took in the form of Lieutenant Seresin running across the parking lot.

"Y/n," Natasha muttered, "Get in the car, please."

You nodded, hurrying around to the other side. You stopped at the image of Lieutenant Bradshaw running towards you as Lieutenant Seresin ran past you to the car window.

"I - You never told me where to pick you up," Lieutenant Bradshaw huffed, chest rising quickly after his sprint.

You glanced behind you to see Natasha arguing with Lieutenant Seresin. You turned around, meeting his expression which now looked slightly panicked. He took his hat off and ran a hand through his curls.

"Hangman's an idiot, but I promise if you'll still let me our dinner together will be enjoyable," he told you. He was fidgeting with the cap in his hands, spinning it as he watched the situation behind you unfold.

"I still want to," you reassured him, giving him a soft smile. Reaching into your bag your grabbed an old receipt and quickly wrote your address down on the back of it.

He took it from you with a relieved look that had you relaxing as well.

"Y/n," Natasha called from the open window, "Let's go!"

"Natasha, just give me a chance. That's not how I meant it," Lieutenant Seresin was saying.

"I'm coming!" You called back. Lieutenant Bradshaw took a slight step back so you could get around him, but you stopped him with a hand on his arm. Summoning all of your courage, you stretched up on your toes and kissed him softly on his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow."

He nodded, a hint of redness coloring the tips of his ears. "Tomorrow," he echoed.

You climbed into the passenger seat, Lieutenant Bradshaw closing it firmly behind you. Natasha hardly waited for the door to close before she was backing out of the space, completely ignoring Lieutenant Seresin and speeding towards the road.

You watched in the rearview mirror as their figures grew smaller before they disappeared as Natasha turned onto the road.

"What a night," Natasha mumbled.

"Yeah," you agreed, grinning softly. "What a night."

~~~~~

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this! If there's any interest, I'm thinking about continuing the story. Let me know what you think and if you'd be interested in reading anything about Bob or Hangman in a WWII setting!

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,052

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*This was written with the idea that reader is in her mid twenties, so there's an age gap between reader and Ray. Also I've not watched this movie lmao. Why do I do this? I DON'T KNOW!

Setting her bag down on the kitchen counter, (Y/n)'s hands drifted down to brush across her belly. Smiling when the baby girl inside gave a kick,and ignoring the pain that followed. "I know honey, you're missin' your daddy. So am I." She mused to her belly, happy to be back home and away from her latest hospital check up. But considering the lack of his car in the driveway, she knew Ray wasn't back yet, back with his brother Raymond, her godfather. "This is gonna be a long day." She sighed as she poured herself a glass of cold water, drinking nearly half of it before she felt satisfied. Setting the glass on the counter she licked her damp lips, taking notice of the sound of two car doors closing. Her shimmering eyes cast in the direction of the front door as it swung open, the sounds of Ray and Raymond's voices following as they entered the quiet home. Their voices drifted to the dining room, and (Y/n) steeled her nerves. "Here goes nothing." She murmured under her breath as she exited the kitchen and entered the dining room. The older men's eyes quickly cast to her as she entered, and she offered a smile with a small wave. "Hey guys." She hummed, her free hand still tracing her round belly absentmindedly.

"(Y/n) you're pregnant!" Raymond gawked at her, a small grin tugging at his lips at the sight of her round belly. "Yeah." She smiled sheepishly. "Who's the father?" Raymond asked after a moment, his smile faltering when she glanced nervously at his brother. "Wait why is she here?" Raymond turned his attention to Ray, who looked just as anxious as she did. "Well where else is she gonna go?" Ray countered, confirming Raymond's fear. "You did not have sex with my goddaughter!" Raymond's confusion had quickly turned to anger, glaring at his brother as if he was intent to kill him. "Um." Was all Ray could get out before Raymond repeatedly began shoving at his chest, Ray instinctively pushed back anticipating it to turn into a fight. "She's half your age!" Raymond hissed stepping back a little when Ray moved to hit him in the face, then giving him another shove before backing away again. "Enough stop it the both of you. You're both acting like children." (Y/n) put herself between them, her back to Ray as she intended on calming Raymond down.

"How could you do something like this?" Raymond asked addressing Ray, who in turn scowled. "Excuse me, I can make my own decisions. Thank you very much." (Y/n) cut in, her fingers lacing with Rays when he grabbed her hand. "But-But him!?" Raymond stammered in frustration. "And what's wrong with him huh?" She glared now at her godfather. "He's not good enough for you!" Raymond shouted as if it were obvious, and she simply wasn't seeing it. "I'll decide who's good enough for me, not you." She turned to Ray, her eyes softening at the look shimmering in his eyes, clearly hurt by what Raymond had said. "He's more than good enough for me, he's perfect." (Y/n) murmured as she looked into his eyes, her words only making Raymond scoff. "He's a junkie!" Raymond argued, and (Y/n) quickly spun on her heel, her and Ray both glaring daggers at Raymond. "He's been sober for years now, I know because I was the one looking after him when he was coming down." Raymond frowned at her words. "You were still in highschool." He pointed out. "And why do you think I missed so much school my senior year? Because I was here when the withdraw sickness became to much of him. I was here, looking after him, helping him, caring for him. Unlike you." She spat, thoroughly fed up with Raymond's behavior, though she knew this is exactly how he was going to react, and it's the exact reason why she never told him.

"And before you make any sick assumptions, nothing happened between us. For years I was just his friend, looking out for him. It wasn't until last year when we became intimate, and that was only because I initiated it, and convinced him it was okay. Because it is okay, we're both adults, mature enough to make our own decisions." She ranted, only stopping and closing her eyes, when Ray moved to place his hand on her belly, standing beside her. "Shh calm down sweetheart, stress isn't good for the baby." Ray spoke softly, now rubbing at her baby bump, the feeling helping her relax a little, and his words quelling the raging fire that was her anger. "You don't have to accept this, but I will not have you talking about Ray like that. I love him, he makes me happy, and he takes good care of me, and that should be enough for you to accept this." (Y/n) opened her eyes, looking to Raymond with emotionless eyes. Eyes that quickly swirled with adoration when they cast to his brother at her side. Resting her head against his shoulder, and relaxing under his tender touch. "I love you too." Ray whispered against her hair before placing a small kiss there. All the while Raymond stood there unsure of what to say, or how to feel on the matter anymore.

|Time Skip|

The following hours had been awkward and uncomfortable for the three adults. While Ray drove them to the funeral in his car, with (Y/n) in the passenger seat holding his free hand, and Raymond sat quietly in the backseat. When they stopped at a gas station for (Y/n) to use the bathroom, Raymond hadn't even realized he'd been staring at Ray, until Ray grunted out an annoyed "What?". "Why her? Of all the women in the world, why her?" Raymond asked what had been bugging him all day. "Because I love her." Ray responded before casting his gaze back to the gas station, watching like a hawk for (Y/n) to return. "Because you love her?" Raymond questioned, clearly unconvinced. "Yes I love her, is that really so hard to believe?" Ray grumbled. "Yes." Raymond stated without hesitation, making Ray roll his eyes. "Well I do." Ray muttered, breathing a silent breath of relief at the sight of (Y/n) exiting the gas station. A small smile tugging at his lips at the sight of the snacks she held in her hands. "Here you go honey." (Y/n) passed Ray a bag of his favorite chips, when she reached the car.

Then a Debbie snack to Raymond. "Here." She muttered softly to him, glancing at his eyes for a moment before settling in her seat. Another sweet treat in her hand for herself. "Thanks." Raymond muttered when he looked at what she'd given him. "Thank you sweetheart." Ray leaned over again gave her a quick kiss, the sight making Raymond scoff. "Could you not do that in font of me?" Raymond groaned. "Grow up." Ray sassed as he looked back at his brother, who bit his tongue while glaring back at him. (Y/n) kept quiet as she opened her wrapper, offering her hand to Ray to open his as well. He passed her the bag and started diving once more, smiling softly at her when she returned the now open bag to him. Back on the road they made it to the funeral in a matter of twenty minutes, the atmosphere in the car turning from awkward to somber. And it remained that way long after they'd reached the cemetery some time later. "Honestly I just don't get what she sees in you." Raymond mused carelessly from the back seat. Ray closed his bible, turned to his brother, and simply flipped him off in response.

(Y/n) had gone to their father's plot, with a single pink posy in her hand. Paying her respects to him, despite never having met the man, or liking him after Ray told her the stories about how abusive he had been. "How are my girls feeling?" Ray asked when she re-approached the car, his hands cupping her belly after sitting his bible aside. "Tired." (Y/n) hummed before yawning. "It's a girl?" Raymond asked in a soft tone. "Yeah." She nodded her head, smiling down at her belly, her hands resting on top of Rays. The sight warmed Raymond's heart, slowly coming to terms with the situation. "I'm sorry for being such an ass about all this." He muttered after a moment of staring at her belly. "I get it... I don't like it, but I get it." (Y/n) responded, smiling when Ray pulled her hands forward to kiss her knuckles. "Do you wanna feel her?" She asked as she looked to Raymond, who looked hopeful but apprehensive. "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yeah of course." (Y/n) smiled reassuringly, moving away from Ray to allow Raymond to touch her belly. Ray watched with a fond smile as his brother reached out tenderly to touch her belly.

"Here." She dragged his hand to the right side of her belly, where he felt a small kick. "Oh wow." He chuckled at the feeling, melting when the baby did it again. "She's very active, especially whenever Ray reads to us, or plays his trumpet. She seems to really like jazz just like her father." (Y/n) mused with a fond smile, looking to Ray who offered her a quick wink. "She's gonna be a handful." Raymond teased playfully, chuckling when the baby kicked again. "Just like her daddy." Ray cut in, making (Y/n) chuckle. "Don't I know it." (Y/n) mused. "I'm really happy for you, you know?" Raymond looked up to her, still holding her belly. "It's just... This was a lot to take in, and a little weird to me." He added, his words making (Y/n) nod in understanding. "You know Ray cried when I told him I was pregnant." She mused, smirking when Ray audibly groaned. "Really?" Raymond chuckled in disbelief. "Yep. Fell to his knees and buried his face into my still flat belly, muttering all sorts of nonsense and praise." She smiled at the memory, and Ray only shrugged when his brother looked at him. "He's going to be a great father." She added absentmindedly, making Rays heart melt. "Yeah I'm sure he will be." Raymond agreed as he removed his hands from her belly, smiling softly up at her, his sincere words making tears prick in her eyes. "Thank you." Ray muttered softly to his brother, beyond proud to hear him say that.

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*Hope you enjoyed this fluff piece. 🥰

@mandowifey @wayward-persephone tagging you both because I read your guys work all the time, your like a comfort writer for me, and thought you two might enjoy this story.

[timotey]

Ficlet: Of a Ridge and a Valley

The Sign. Phaya/Tharn, Yai. What-If. Unbeta'd.

A bedside vigil and a plea.

(I'm in no way a medical professional. Something off? Hand-wave it as artistic licence. That one covers all!)

***

The medical machines hiss and hum, blinking away quietly. Except for their soft noises, a constant whisper in the background, the hospital room is quiet. Eerily so. Dimly lit and empty but for one bed with a body lying in it, a man, pale and unmoving, and a chair next to it, with another man sitting in it, also pale and unmoving. 

“Shit, Phaya,” Yai says quietly, his voice breaking at the end. He leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees, and hides his face in his hands.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

When he finally looks up, his eyes, bloodshot and weary, seek out his friend. Phaya is so damn pale, almost gray in the face, a fucking machine helping him breathe. 

“I’m so, so sorry,” Yai whispers in a voice that’s wet with unshed tears. “I promised Tharn I would help him protect you and… I failed. And I’m so very, very sorry. So sorry, Phaya.”

He rubs his nose with the back of his hand, then he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes. “You have to wake up, you just have to, you have to come back, you–”

Yai cuts himself off. He falls silent.

Because he knows how hopeless his wish is. He was there when the doctor talked to Phaya’s grandmother and his sister, he heard the man lay out his concerns about the amount of time that Phaya spent under water, about Phaya’s brain activity, about… coma and brain damage.

Brain damage.

Yai was there because Tharn was there. And Tharn heard it too. And it broke him. Yai had to help him sit down or he would’ve fallen down. It broke Tharn. Yai has seen Tharn sad and depressed and grieving, first hand, he was there, right there, by Tharn’s side, way back when… But he’s never seen him looking like this. Something just seemed to have died in Tharn.

Sand and Tharn, they are the two people enclosed in Yai’s heart, the two people Yai loves more than anything else in the world. Sure, he likes all his friends, he likes Phaya so damn much because he is brave and good and he has so much integrity and he… he loves Tharn. For that, for that Yai likes the guy so much.

But now they’re here. Just the other morning, they laughed and joked and they were so damn happy and Tharn, Tharn was so happy, finally, after so long. But all that now seems so far away, as if it happened in another life, as if it happened to someone else entirely.

Yai reaches out and takes Phaya’s hand in his. It’s callused and warm and yet, it doesn’t really feel alive. Still, he squeezes it tight, staring down into Phaya’s slack face, half hidden behind an oxygen mask.

“Phaya,” Yai says imploringly. “Phaya, you have to listen to me, okay? You have to hear me. You just… you have to. And you have to come back. I don’t know how, I wish I knew, I wish I could help you but I can’t. Still, you just have to.”

He swallows hard. “For Tharn. You have to come back for him. Because if you don’t… if you don’t come back, I’m afraid he won’t last. Phaya–” Yai’s voice cracks. “I’m afraid he won’t survive you dying on him. He won’t make it.” 

He takes a shaky breath. “I didn’t realize, when I pushed you two together, I didn’t realize that he would come to love you so damn much. It’s like he gave all of himself to you and there’s just nothing left over for him now that you are not here. He’s just so… empty.”

Yai gets up and leans over the bed, close to Phaya, and whispers urgently into his ear. “If you don’t make it, you stupid fool, if you don’t come back, it will kill Tharn, you hear me? It will kill him.” 

Then, raising his voice a little, Yai pushes all his pain and fear and despair into his words and snaps, “If you don’t wake the fuck up, Tharn will die!”

Nothing, for a long moment, not that Yai truly expected–

A beep. A flicker on the monitor. Something where there was nothing before.

A pause. Then another jump, a ridge and a valley, a bump in what used to be a flat plane.

It’s not much but it’s there. It’s a beginning.

And Yai cries.

[baronessblixen]

Today's prompt: 7. "Do you recognize this?"

Hurt/comfort AND humor after "Pusher": Mulder doesn't mind Scully showing up at his apartment after the case at all. Only problem: she's not alone. (wc: 874)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 8: A Very Queequeg Morning

"Do you know what this is?" Mulder asks. He tries to be quiet for Scully's sake, but it's early morning and he's irritated.

"Do you recognize this?" he asks now, pointing. "Wouldn't blame you if you didn't because I barely recognize it. You have no idea what you did, do you? You don't understand a single word of what I'm saying." Mulder sighs. How deep has he sunk? Trying to have a conversation with a dog. If Queequeg can be called that. He's sitting in front of him, his ears perked up, and he's slightly panting. He looks harmless, but Mulder knows better. His latest crime is just further proof. 

When Scully showed up here at his apartment late last night, Queequeg at her heels, he only had eyes for her.

"I- it's silly," she'd said, blushing. "I don't want to be alone tonight." She didn't ask if she could come in, and he didn't make a big deal out of it, letting her inside. She had food for the dog, and her meticulously packed overnight bag. She came prepared.

They didn't speak. What was there to talk about? Scully said all there was to say in the hospital. They shouldn't let Robert Patrick Modell take up another minute of their time. Easy to say, much more difficult to achieve. Before she showed up, he'd already given up on the idea of sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard the click of his gun, and felt Modell in his head like a fly, trying to make him do what he couldn't even fathom.

Shoot Scully.

But he hadn't. She'd saved herself, and him. 

"I'm glad you're here," he said after a while because it was the goddamn truth. But he had to remind himself that it hadn't happened. That whatever Modell had tried, he hadn't succeeded. Scully just smiled at him.

That was last night. After everything, he'd barely taken notice of Queequeg. But while Mulder had ignored him, the fur ball must have already been plotting his crime. With his bedroom still a mess, and his bed hidden somewhere in there, there had only been one place to sleep for Scully. His couch.

Gentleman that he is, he offered to sleep on the floor, but Scully had said no. And when Scully says no, you listen. So they shared the couch. A few "is this okay" and "are you comfortable" later, and they fell asleep wrapped up in each other, needing each other's warmth and presence. Even if neither of them would admit it. There was, naturally, no space for Queequeg on that couch. And that, Mulder figures, was the last straw for the Pomeranian. 

"You have zero regrets, huh?" Queequeg is still staring at him, sitting still. "You know, I thought I'd take you with me on my morning run. Give you some exercise. What are we gonna do now?"

"Mulder?" Scully's sleepy voice comes from the living room. So much for letting her sleep in. It had already been a gamble disentangling from her earlier. He didn't want to get up. Her hand over his chest, her solid form pressed against him, he just wanted to lay there. But he'd heard Queequeg's nails on the kitchen floor, and a noise he couldn't place, and decided it would be better to check on the dog. If only he'd woken up sooner.

"Is everything okay?" Queequeg, his tail wagging, greets Scully by licking her hand.

"Your dog has a very strange palate," Mulder says. 

"Hm?" She turns to him, and for a moment he forgets everything. Her hair is tousled and her freckled face fresh and devoid of makeup a sight to behold. She's barefoot and wearing her pajamas, in his apartment, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. 

"He doesn't just eat people," Mulder says once he's gathered his thoughts. "He apparently also likes the taste of running shoes." He shows her what's left of his shoe. There's a huge gap where the cap of the shoe should be. 

"Oh Mulder," she says, and he knows she's trying to remain serious, but her lips are twitching. "I'm so sorry. I'll buy you new ones."

"I suppose I still have an old pair somewhere. But all that plastic he ate? Do you think he's okay?" Queequeg shoots him a look. A truce, Mulder supposes. 

"I'm going to take him to the vet. Just to be sure." 

"I'll drive you."

"Mulder, you don't have to."

"I want to. Queequeg ate my weekend plans. Let's have him checked out and make sure his unusual breakfast choices aren't causing any problems."

"Thank you, Mulder. For- for everything." 

"I should thank you," he says. "I wouldn't have been able to sleep last night if it hadn't been for you." She blushes but then she slips her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. She doesn't want to let go and neither does he. Mulder holds her, amazed how tiny she is without her heels on, and closes his eyes. He doesn't know how long they stay entwined like this, but it's enough time for Queequeg to circle them and throw up the remnants of his running shoe all over his feet. 

[cant-icle]

Feed your anger like fire sojiro! And also maybe shiho? Either or. I just miss Her so much

(you didn't give me a situation so i'm just gonna go with the first thing i thought of <3)

Sojiro doesn't know exactly what he was expecting when he agreed to host an unruly teenager for a year. More of a sukeban type, maybe? Outwardly loud and brash? He was prepared to confiscate weapons, prepared to be as harsh as he needed to be to knock an ounce of sense into a delinquent's head.

He wasn't expecting her.

She's the next best thing to silent from the day she moves in; he gets a stilted bow and curt "please-take-care-of-me" , a nod good morning and good evening, an unhappy explanation her first day of school, and otherwise nothing. It's like living with a ghost. She's quieter than Futaba.

He was expecting trouble. She's trouble, alright, but in a far different way than he would have thought. Her eyes shoot towards him whenever he moves; she flinches when he talks. She never lets him walk behind her without shifting in her seat. Like a stray dog waiting for a shoe to come her way at any moment.

There's no tattoos or piercings that he can see. She doesn't walk with a sukeban swagger. Her uniforms are as standard as standard can be, he watches her walk out every morning. No excessive makeup, no snarls or swears. No trouble.

Until he pokes his head upstairs and finds her upchucking into the trash bin, crying fit to burst. She's even silent doing that.

What has he missed over the last few weeks?

The doctor (and he knows it's a private clinic, but the shoes alone... he would have taken Kurusu a little farther but she was barely able to put one foot in front of the other long enough to get here in the first place. He doesn't like the vacant look in her eye or the cold sweat beading at her temples; part of him thinks drugs but the other part, the louder part, worries sick sick sick and can't stop thinking of another girl, just a few blocks away)--

Anyway.

The doctor, as unconventional as she may be, still does have her license. She's efficient, gets Kurusu up off the bench and into the back room. He busies himself scanning the medical pamphlets until the door opens and closes again.

Takemi is almost as tall as Sojiro himself in the impractical heels she wears. Her long strides are almost silent as she glides across the clinic towards him. "You said this girl was your ward on the phone, yes?" she asks with barely-restrained irritation. "Had her under your care for just over a month?"

He'd said all this over the phone, so he nods.

"And you're aware, I assume, that children need to eat?"

Sojiro's brow furrows. "Her parents said they were sending her with a food stipend. She's supposed to get breakfast and lunch from school."

Takemi just barrels on, though, and a cold pit forms in the bottom of his stomach the longer she speaks. "And as the responsible adult, have you been checking in on her? Because that child--" she stresses the word, jabbing one pointed finger back towards the exam room door, "looks worse than some I used to see as chronic patients when I worked in the hospital. She's dehydrated. She's underweight. I had my eyes on her for less than ten seconds and could see that. Sakura, you're lucky if I don't report you--"

He holds his hands up, trying to forestall the verbal tirade. "Look, I'm a busy man, I have a business to run and if she needed something she should've said it--"

"She's terrified of you!" Takemi grits out. "Terrified of me, too! She almost flew across the room when I touched her! If she hadn't said no, I would have thought you'd been 'touching' her."

The implications send a roil of nausea through him. He steps back; Takemi does too, taking a deep breath. "I...you're right," he says, heavy, low. "Damnit, I should have been paying closer attention. She's a quiet little thing. I'd thought the worst of her when she came, but..."

"Even that isn't an excuse to neglect your ward so much," says Takemi, but some of the fire in her eyes is banked. "I'm recommending bed rest for at least 24 hours. She needs to relax or she'll give herself a heart attack, and I'm not being hyperbolic. I'll fax the note over to her school myself." She inhales, blows it out through her nose. "Sakura, just feed your fucking kid."

She's not mine, his brain points out. Futaba's not even mine, and see how I can barely look after her. "Yeah, yeah," he says, dipping his hat lower over his eyes. "You'll give me the discharge instructions?"

"I'll type them up in there with her so she knows them too." She turns on her heel, striding back over to the door.

Before she opens it, she turns over her shoulder. "And what's up with the cat?"

All he can do is shrug.

[willowser]

ok but imagine you didn't start even dating katsuki until after he was a pro, so you're just coming to in your hospital bed and suddenly, pro-hero dynamight is in your room and all you can do is stare at him trying to figure out what a top hero is doing in the doorway to your hospital room. perhaps, he's the hero that saved your life? but since when did heroes take that much of an interest in the civilians they rescued? they'd be in hospitals every day, if they did. and that still wouldn't explain why the hero was looking at you like that... as if something had been carved out of him with a dull knife. he lets you stare for a moment longer before sharply turning on his heel and disappearing to collect himself in the hallway bc he can't stomach that blank stare 😭😭

but even after you learn who he really is to you, and you're trying to piece it back together, you'll often catch him staring at you. the kind of gaze that feels like a physical weight. it's like he thinks that if he just focuses hard enough, all his memories and love will transfer to you 🥺🥺🥺

i'm absolutely sick over this. haters can pry the amnesia trope out of my cold, dead hands

carved out of him with a dull knife JORDAN PLEASE !!! akfjskdja that would be so awful !! bc the years you've spent together have closed the gap of hero v. civilian and now you've gotta START OVER !!!! SAD !! also 100% he's just walking out after realizing it's true. too many people are around and he feels too out of whack; relieved that you're awake and alright but — not who you're supposed to be 🥺

and him just looking at you all the time 🥺🥺 MY STOMACH HURTS AKFHSKQKQ like maybe if he keeps his eye on you, he'll know the exact moment it all comes back and this nightmare can be over 🥺 maybe you'll look back at him and realize how much you love him, in one glance 🥺

[inkrabbit]

Another sodo request bc u write him beautifully; the readers scared that when they die they’ll leave Sodo on earth all alone and they don’t want to do that bc they’ll miss him too much but they know deaths unavoidable

GN!Reader and also mentions of blood and injury below the cut

It hurts. It fucking hurts and if the impact hadn’t taken your breath away, you would’ve been screaming bloody murder.

The siblings crowd around you, worried and horrified looks on their faces. It’s so hot, your entire back soaking wet with your own blood. Someone had dropped a ceramic bowl in the kitchen, and you had been unfortunate enough to slip back and land on it.

When a few of the siblings go to lift you up, you finally find your voice and let out a shriek, the tension of being moved making the shards in your back making the shards shift. You hear multiple apologies, but you feel your blood run down your legs and pool at your feet. You don’t even want to look, trying your hardest to walk with the ones who are holding you.

You’re only hurried when you hear fighting behind you, the sound of snarls and others screaming making you turn your head. You see Sodo straddling another ghoul, his teeth bared as he slashes at his chest and his fist collides with his face.

You’re hurried out of the kitchen and to the infirmary, a few siblings running here and there to try and clean up the blood you drip along the way. Your back is on fire and your body is slowly starting to feel weak. You’re more than relieved when you see the makeshift hospital bed after you enter the room. Your legs pretty much give out by the time they set you down on the edge, tugging your shirt off.

It’s a blur of siblings surrounding you, all of them talking to each other. And yet, it all comes through as white noise as you mentally check out. Sure, you feel them with their tweezers, removing the bloody shards from your back, and you react by recoiling and hissing in pain. They had given you painkillers and a glass of water, letting you slowly take them. But other than that, your mind wanders back to Sodo and the crazed look in his eyes, those sharp fangs you had only ever seen and felt on your skin in intimate moments; his sharp claws that had only ever teased your skin. Seeing him like that really cemented in your mind what he truly was. You knew he was a ghoul. You knew he was greater than you could ever even dream. But those demonic aspects of him you had only ever seen be used in such gentle actions. Watching him attack the other ghoul, no doubt to protect you, had been eye-opening.

As the siblings patch you up, you stay stuck inside of your head. Every time Sodo smiled on stage and played with the crowd, even with his human appearance. Every time he interacted with the others on stage. Every time he plucked at his guitar, occasionally snapping one of the strings.

He was a ghoul.

Every smile Sodo has ever given you where he showed off his fangs. Every time he had displayed his unnatural strength or his blood lust. Every time his tail would caress any part of your body.

He was a ghoul.

“Alright, you’re all done.” You finally look up, the Sister staring at you with worried eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I fell on ceramic.” You didn’t mean to say that. It was just the first thing that came out in your dazed state.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll step aside.” The voice is unmistakable, but there’s a dangerous growl to it that sends a cold chill crawling up your spine. You look at the door, watching as Sodo elbows a sibling out of his way. His eyes are wild and glowing brightly. He brings one of his claws up, pointing at the Sister standing before you. “You! Out!”

You’re not surprised when she quickly scurries out of the room, trying her best to not get too close to the ghoul. When the two of you are alone, he kicks the door shut with his heel, taking a few deep breaths. His eyes. His glowing amber eyes.

He’s a ghoul.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He looks like someone approaching a scared animal. You see how one of the cuts to his face from the other ghoul is already healing up. But your back won’t do that, will it? You’ll take weeks, maybe even months to heal. And unlike how his skin becomes flawless, yours will scar over. “Hey, what’s that look for?”

“I’m gonna die,” you breathe out. He cocks his head.

“No…? They patched you up.” He crosses over, taking a seat next to you and resting his hand on top of yours. You stare down at his gray skin and those black claws. “You’re okay now. I won’t let any other ghoul get to you.”

“No, you don’t get it. I’m going to die one day. You’re not.”

“Yeah…? I mean…” He shrugs. “Technically I could die one day, too. I’m safe here, but… you know.”

“Still. I’m gonna die long before you do and…” The crushing reality is setting in and it hurts about as much as your back does.

He picks up your hand, holding it in his own. “Hey, look at me.” And you do. “We’re not gonna think about that, okay?”

“But you’ll be left alone here and I-” You squeeze his hand as you take a breath. “I don’t wanna be anywhere without you. I’m scared.”

“Maybe you won’t go alone,” he tells you. “Maybe I’ll be right behind you when you go. Maybe I’ll be the one leading your spirit down. You don’t know.”

“Would you really wanna leave earth? I know how much you love being up here.”

“Doesn’t matter.” And he says it so calmly and smoothly. “Long as I’m with you, right?”

“You’d give it all up?”

“What’d I just say?” He lets go of your hand, moving so he’s laying back on the bed. He gives you a smile, patting his chest. “Think you can lay down?”

“I can try.” You feel a little better, but you’re still slow as you turn and drag your body up the bed further. It takes you some time, but you finally make your way over to Sodo, laying on top of his chest. You can hear his heartbeat and feel the heat he radiates off. You’re still stuck in your head, but you feel Sodo’s hand gently grab your face, stroking your cheek as he tilts your head up to look at him.

“Stop worrying,” he tells you. “Neither of us are goin’ anywhere. Not for a long time.”

“And you’re sure about that?”

“Positive, baby.” He gives you a smile. “’sides, like I said, I’d probably end up following you anyway.”

“You really would?”

“Long as I’m with you, I’d go anywhere.”

[masivechaos]

Heeey ! I’ll send you an “orion” with Eddie !!

He’s been back from the upside down, out of the hospital for a week but hasnt been out once, as Dustybuns big sister you decide to check on his friend (and you have the biggest crush on Eds) you end up staying for a while, helping around the trailer, with his wounds, his touch deprivedness … fluff-gaaaanza ❤️❤️❤️

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warnings: wrote it as a fem! reader but there's no gender indication so i made it gn and same for being dustin's sibling. also, it's not like exactly what you asked, it's like inspired? hope you still like it!

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You awoke as you felt a presence in the room. You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes and seeing the frame of a body “Eddie?” you whispered, a yawn passing your lips. A sort of grunting could be heard as an answer and you leaned forward to be closer to the boy. “What’s the problem?”

Eddie ignored the question, one hand flat on his stomach, the other reaching for the medications on the kitchen counter. You were sleeping in the living room, on the couch as Wayne was out for the night and you wanted Eddie to rest correctly so you left him in his bedroom, letting him know he just had to wake you up if something was wrong. Something he apparently didn’t do.

With almost shut eyes you got up off the couch to join the boy. You rested your hand on his, looking up at him “Go back to bed. I will bring everything” Eddie didn’t even try to protest, too tired to think about anything else.

He walked back to his bed with heavy and exhausted steps while you gather painkillers, bandages and disinfectant in your arms. When you entered his room you saw him laying on his back, covering his old bandages now tinted with blood with his hands.

It pained you to see him like this. Eddie was the brightest person you knew, he was a literal ray of sun, always smiling and joking around. And the upside down event extinguished his light, but it didn’t die, he was still his optimist self, he was just drained.

You sat down next to him, handing him medication with a glass of water. You then carefully removed his hand from the wound “Let me see it” you whispered before taking off the bandage as gently as possible but you could hear him groan in pain. The wound healed a little but it was still not pretty to see.

“I’m going to disinfect it” you warned as you apply the product to a cotton disc. Eddie let you know it was okay with a small head nod but he winced when the disc touched his skin. By instinct he drew his hand to his mouth, biting it, hoping to feel less pain. “I’m sorry”

“It’s fine” he breathed once you were done. You looked down at him with an apologetic smile before continuing to clean his other wounds. He just closed his eyes the entire time letting out quiet whines.

When you were down you asked him to sleep before getting off the bed. But as you were almost out of the room you heard Eddie talk “Can you stay?” he asked, using the small amount of strength he had.

You turned back on your heels “I want you to get some rest, Eddie” of course, you liked the idea of being close to Eddie during such a tender moment but you were afraid you would hurt him in your sleep.

But Eddie just opened his arms “I need you” he simply said, waiting for you to come next to him. You could only smile before laying down on his sheets. The bed was small so you were pressed against him but you weren’t going to complain when his arm wrapped around your waist, bringing you to his chest. 

You could feel him drifting off, his body relaxing in your embrace. With your head on his now scarred bare torso, you heard the small and quiet “I love you” he mumbled before falling asleep.

Your lips immediately tugged up, he was so sincere in the way he said it. You nuzzled further on his chest “I love you too”

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[inmyfxith]

Silent Witness

Pairing: Kit Walker x GN!reader

Warnings: Mention of torture, harm, and punishment.

Words: 695

-> Requested

If someone had entered Briarcliff at that moment, they would have seen nothing more than a place where the mentally ill are removed from society for their own good and that of their peers. Wandering through the asylum, they would eventually come across the cells that served as rooms, and might be horrified to realize that hygiene conditions seemed to not exist. What was supposed to be hidden, remained hidden.

As he was strapped to his bed, his arms and legs immobilized by leather straps, Kit couldn't help but feel a sense of terror. Sister Jude stood above him, a cruel smile on her lips that he could hear in her voice. She was preparing to administer a punishment she had qualified as "worthy". In a corner of the room, you were forced to witness the punishment, your hands trembling as you gripped the edge of the table. Kit had been punished for standing up against Jude's authority, but also for trying to escape. He had been caught, and Sister Jude had decided that he had to be made an example of for those who would try the same thing. Kit had tried to escape for you, he had to leave the asylum and come back for you later, but he had failed.

Jude was aware of your feelings for each other, she had picked up on the looks you exchanged, the gestures you had towards each other and that is why you were in the room. In addition to being the witness of the punishment intended to discourage any other patient from thinking about rebellion, she knew that you would experience the punishment, less intensely, but just as harshly as Kit.

Sister Jude began to mercilessly whip Kit. Each whip pulling out a cry of pain that acted like a blow on your own skin. You grimaced each time the piece of wood touched Kit's back, you felt despair overwhelming you. You would have wanted to help, do anything to stop the torture, but you found yourself powerless. Too cowardly to interpose, too fearful to take his place.

As the punishment dragged on, you could no longer bear to watch your beloved's naked back striped and covered in a scarlet liquid. You turned your head, tears streaming down your face as you listened to Kit's cries of pain and the sound of the stick cleaving the air. You thought you were strong, but the sight of someone you loved subjected to such cruelty was more than you could bear.

Sister Jude eventually stopped, casting a satisfied gaze on the damages inflicted on Kit's back. Letting out a sigh, she took a step back before turning on her heel and leaving the room, the sound of her high heels echoing in the silence that had settled in the room. The poor man lay there, panting and covered in welts, barely conscious. He was wearing a simple white hospital gown, now stained with blood and sweat. But you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, too overwhelmed by grief, guilt, and despair.

You remained there for a few more minutes, staring at the floor before slowly approaching the bed where Kit was lying. Kneeling down so that your face was level with his, you ran your hand through his sweat-soaked hair. He was shaking, tears rolling down his face as he tried to stop the sobs that escaped him. You sat on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in yours before bringing it to your lips and kissing it gently. You looked into his eyes and whispered words of comfort, promising him that everything would be alright. That you would find a way to escape from this place and that you would be together again. Kit looked at you, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes before he closed them, surrendering to exhaustion.

You stayed by his side, watching over him until he fell asleep, a plan forming in your head. You would escape from Briarcliff, and you would do everything in your power to make sure that Kit was by your side.

[genevievemd]

Lover

Book: Open Heart (Beyond) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Genevieve McClure) Word Count: 1593 Rating: M Category: Smut Trope(s): and there’s a birthday, and they were at a conference, and they went on vacation

Summary: Ethan spends the evening worshipping his wife on her birthday.

Warnings:  Strong Language and NS*FW content. Please use discretion and caution when viewing this work. By viewing of this work, you consent that you are 18+

A/N: A part of ‘tis the damn season, while Ethan and Gen are in London for a conference/her birthday, and right after they talk about him leaving for Brazil for two months. This is also now officially my longest smut, so enjoy lol

Final entry for @choicesficwriterscreations​ Naugthy or Nice event. Prompt in bold -- it’s the fluff prompt, too. So we’re naughty and nice in this one. 

The noise of the conference gala slowly fades as Ethan and Genevieve make it into their London hotel lobby and towards the elevators. The party had been no different than the other medical conference gala’s they’ve attended togtehr, until an old friend of Ethan’s offered him a temporary job they both knew he couldn’t refuse. 

He’d return to the amazon in two weeks, to spend the following ten weeks helping hospitals in need run as well as some of the world’s best. It was just the type of work Ethan loved and there was never any option for him to say no. 

And while Gen was proud of him, there was a small part of her heart that broke at the thought of being away from him for so long. He knew it, too — whisking her away from the ballroom and up to their room to focus back on her birthday and not on his impending departure. 

The elevator doors open, allowing a small group to entire the quiet lobby and the two entire alone. He pulled her into his arms the second the doors closed and she took the opportunity to nuzzle even closer. She looks up at him, expecting to find him lost in thought, but he’s already looking down at her. His ocean blue eyes as calm as the sea on a windless day, deep pools of blue that were reflecting every ounce of love he had back at her. 

It was enough to make her own eyes water, overwhelmed. 

“I love you so much.” Gen whispers into the silence surrounding them, tightening her arms around his waist. 

“I love you, too.” He lifts a hand off her waist, pushing a loose hair behind her ear. His fingers lingering on her cheek. 

“You also give the best hugs.” She smiles, the ache in her heart returning for a brief moment as she closes her eyes and lays her head on his shoulder. “How am I supposed to go two whole months without them.” 

“I’ll have to give you extra now before I leave.”

She can feel him chuckle, then pull away slightly. He takes her face gently in his hands, “I know downstairs you agreed, but I feel like I should ask again just to be sure. We can just lay in bed and hold each other if you’d rather not be intimate.” 

“I want to.” Gen stands on her tiptoes, even in three inch heels she is still too short to meet his eyes, resting her forehead against his. “I want to end my birthday making love to my husband.” 

Before she can seal her statement with a kiss, the elevator dings, thought it doesn’t deter her husband at all. He claims what has been his for almost as long as she’s known him, his kiss gentle but the promise of what’s to come lies just beneath the surface. 

Ethan guides her out of the lift, never breaking the kiss. His hands exploring every curve, their steps in sync as they walk down the empty hall. The warmth of his hands can be felt through the expensive fabric of her gown, dispelling the cold of his decision to leave her in sixteen days. 

In no time at all, they make it to the door of their hotel room. He presses her against the wall beside the door, his lips moving to her neck as he takes the key out of his pants pocket. 

“What would people think if they saw the ever stoic Dr. Ethan Ramsey making out with his wife in a hotel hallway.” Gen smiles as the door opens and he steps away, her skin prickles with heat at the look on his face. 

Kiss stung lips and disheveled hair, his eyes dark with desire for her. 

“They’d say he’s damn lucky to have a woman like you, Rookie.” Taking her hand, he leads her into the room, spinning her around as the door clicks closed. Her back to his chest, the harness of his body making her ache for him more. The way he towers over her, his broad frame enveloping, never ceases to amaze. 

His lips are back on her neck, sucking gently on every spot he knows makes her weak in the knees. She’s unable to quell the whimper that escapes, the sound halting his movements for the briefest of seconds. One hand then moves to grip her neck, while the other glides across her stomach and up her side, his fingers tugging at the zipper of her dress. 

“This needs to go.” He whispers the words against her shoulder, his beard tickling her skin.

The dress falls to the floor, and he pulls her even closer, as impossible as it may be. She can feel how hard he already is, and she moans in reponse. 

“Get on the bed, G.” His voice is deep and rough, commanding. 

Completely at his mercy, like she always is in moments like this, she listens. Moving to the king size bed, Gen lays across the middle, biting her lip as she watches him. Instead of joining her, he leans against the desk across from their bed, fingers slowing taking off his cufflinks and placing them on the desk. 

His eyes never leave hers as he works, his head tilted as he takes her in.

“Ethan.” She whines, petulant. 

The intensity of his gaze, his slow methodical movements as he takes off his tux jacket and then his shirt, has even more heat pooling at her center. Aching and wanting. 

“What do you want, Rookie?” 

“You know what I want.” She sits up, and moves to the edge of the bed as Ethan walks to meet her. She reaches for his belt and starts to undo it when he stops her, a gentle hand atop hers. “What?” 

“Not this time.” 

She pouts, exaggerated and frustrated. All she wants in that moment is to have him in her mouth. Feel his cock against her lips and tongue. “But I want to.” 

Genevieve shuffles closer, attaching her lips to his neck while her free hand moves to grip his hard length through his pants. 

Ethan grips the back of her neck, gently forcing her to look at him. “I know, but tonight is about you, birthday girl.” He pushes her back on the bed, then crawls on top of her, kissing his way up her body. “Save that thought for round two.”

“Yes, Chief.” 

“How do you make that sound so fucking sexy?” He groans against the skin of her chest, nipping at the top of her breasts. 

“It’s a skill.” 

“Mhm, perhaps I should show you mine then.” 

In no time at all, he has her legs draped over his shoulders and his mouth devouring her. His midnight blue eyes watching every expression of pleasure on her face. 

Like he can’t dare to miss a second of what’s he’s doing to her. 

A complete contrast to the only other man she knew like this. Ryan never did this with her, only every concerned with his own release. But Ethan…

Ethan drinks her in, laps at her like she’s ambrosia. He happily spend all night using only his tongue, never once thinking of himself and it heightened every sensation. Made her putty in his hands. 

“I’m gonna –” An almost embarrassing load moan cuts her sentence short, hands flying to grip his hair. 

“Good girl.” 

She falls apart at that, her body shaking with pleasure. The world around her going white. 

He helps her ride it out, kissing her inner thigh when she comes back down. 

“Come here.” Still desperate from him, Gen reaches for him pulling his face to hers. 

Their lips meeting in a fiery kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist as one of his hands takes ahold of her own and places it above her head. 

No words need to be said, both knowing exactly what the other wants. Ethan pushes into her, moaning quietly against her lips. Her arms wrap around his back, pulling him down on top of her as he begins to move. The fingers of their still clasped hands intertwining. 

They move slowly, savoring every second of being together in the most intimate way. There was no need to rush, to vigorously race to the finish line. Their lips stay fused together, only breaking to gasp for a breath or let out a quiet moan. 

“I’m close.” Genevieve whispers, opening her eyes to look up at her husband. “Come with me.” 

“Fuck.” He captures her lips in another breath taking kiss, picking up the gentle pace they had set. 

With only a few more thrusts, he finishes deep inside her. The sensation sending her over the edge as well, his name on her lips as she comes. 

He falls ontop of her, the weight of his body crushing and comforting. Gen lets go of his hand, holding him tightly to her with on arm and her other hand moving to his head. Fingers twisting through his sweat slicked hair. 

After a few more moments, Ethan rolls off of her and pulls her into his side. She lays her head on his chest, his heartbeat in her ear. 

“That was a much better ending to my birthday. Totally made me forget that you’re leaving me for two months.” 

He laughs quietly, kissing her head. “Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll make you forget again.” 

“You sure you’re up for it?” Gen tilts her head back, smirking. 

“I’ll take that as a challenge, G.” 

“Good.”

A/N: Development as been made, my dudes. I don’t feel like going off and hiding this time. lol 

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