MISCARRIAGE AU. Tony informs the guys that Sharon doesn’t remember being pregnant. They argue over whether to tell her. ( 4/ ? ) “ What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. She’s already dealing with enough.” “ Tony she has a right to know. ” “ Know what?” a voice asked softly. ( Inspired by this post/storyline: x )
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All are the same concept, Sharon was pregnant and loses the baby. Can be seen as ‘Staron’ and in a few possibly Winter13. Will be updated as I make more angst...because I have no self control....
MISCARRIAGE AU. Tony by his cousin’s bedside after surgery. ( 6/ ? )
It was late by the time Tony was finally allowed in the room. The surgery had lasted a lot longer than was hoped due to complications. Visiting hours had ended ages ago but sometimes it paid to be a billionaire.
The nurse had said there was a high chance she wouldn’t wake up for a while with all the drugs running through her system. He almost jumped when he felt his cousin’s cool hand on his wrist.
“ Hey there, kid.. looks like you got into a little scrape. ”
She could tell even through the haze of the still wearing off anesthesia something was wrong. He only ever called her kid when something was off. Normally it was brat.
A/N: Just a little fic drabble that came to me early in the morning. If you need more information about what's going on, please read the Miscarriage AU between Laya and Bruce. It hasn't gotten very far, but the mun's recent reply sparked something that caused this drabble.
Please enjoy and tell me what you think!
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Laya looked over, her face happy. But that quickly changed when she saw it was Bruce. Her face saddened and her gaze dropped. The man looked over, and saw Bruce. "Ah, I guess it's time for me to go. I'll see you again tomorrow Laya?" Laya nodded, not saying a word. The man stood and walked over towards Bruce, giving him a somewhat respectful nod. "Brother." Bruce said nothing, and the man walked passed and out the main door. A low growl passed it's way through Bruce's throat as he clenched his fist. He walked over slowly to the bed where Laya was sitting. She had been bedridden for months since the incident, not really in the mood to do much of anything. "What the hell was all that about?"
Laya bit her lip, gaze still dropped. "It's nothing, it--"
'Bullshit Laya! I only needed to see it for a moment how happy you two were together! If there's something going on between you two, tell me!"
"There's nothing going on! He's just been keeping me company!"
Bruce glared at her, jaw clenched. "Oh? And what does that entail?" He asked through clenched teeth. "Are you planning to fuck him? To have his baby and lose it too?"
Laya snapped. She had had enough. Her hands clenched the fabric of the sheets, tears spilling down her cheeks and dropping down her chin without a moments hesitation. "Fuck you."
"What was that?"
"I said, fuck you!" She got up from the bed, and looked at him. She wasn't going to lie how much it hurt seeing so much anger and hatred on Bruce's face. "You think I asked for this!? That I asked to miscarry our child!? You think I enjoy it when you come at me every day and remind me of what a failure I am because I couldn't carry him to term!?" Her power pulsed through the room. "I've seen him Bruce! And he's beautiful! He looks just like you!" She gasped out between her sobs. "He has your hair, your eyes and your smile! And I've seen your mother! And she’s expressed to me how disappointed she is in you because of your attitude! You’re acting just like your father when you were born! A cold, heartless monster!!”
It all happened so fast as Laya’s head snapped to the side, a resounding crack echoing through the room. Time slowed after, Laya’s eyes wide with shock as she just realized the man she loved, the man who promised he’d never hurt her had just slapped her across the face. Her hand reached up to her burning cheek, tears still streaming down her cheeks. She looked over at him, his hand at his side, gaze on the floor and his figure shaking. “Y-you promised me. You promised me you’d never use that word. I’m nothing like...like him.”
Laya’s chin quivered. “You’re not falling far from that tree right now Bruce. You promised me.” She motioned, putting her hands over her heart. “You promised me you’d never hurt me. That’s all you’ve been doing for the past few months. Making sure I knew that it was my fault that Nicolaus is gone. I-I can’t get out of bed. I can’t eat because I feel like...” Her body started shaking. “I feel like I don’t deserve to live!! What’s the point when my son is gone and the man who was supposed to love me hates me because of something that was out of my control!? How can I smile!? How can I continue to pretend that everything is okay when it’s not!?” She crossed over to him, slapping him across the face, anger across her features. “You think you’re the only one suffering!?” Another slap. “You didn’t have to feel that pain!” She grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him on the bed, following him and straddling his hips. “You didn’t feel his heart stop!! You didn’t feel him passing through you only to realize he was gone! That it was too late to save him!!” She lightly punched at his chest. “I wanted to be happy! I wanted to be happy for him! I wanted to be strong for him! But I can’t! I can’t when his father is constantly bringing me down and reminding me of the pain from that day!!” She gripped at his shirt. “It’s not my fault!! Just fucking stop it already!!” She cried out, and flopped on top of him in broken sobs.
Bruce just laid there in shock. All this time, it was almost a blur, but he knew what he had done. He had hurt the woman that he loved. When she finally needed him by her side, he pulled her from the inside out, hurting her in ways he promised he never would. How could she still stand to be with someone like him? Monster.
He slowly brought his arms up, wrapping them around her and holding her close. “I’m sorry.” Tears stung his eyes, and traveled down the sides of his face. “Laya...I-I’m so sorry. I...I was so selfish. I was so inconsiderate. Baby, I’m so sorry. God, how can you still stand to be with me.”
The grip on his shirt tightened. “Because you were the first. You were the first to truly love me. To see me for what I really am. To see everything. I brought down all of the walls for you....and I’ve never smiled the way I did for you, when I was with you. I needed you...Gods, I still do. I hate you so fucking much, but I love you so much more.” Laya moved slowly, blinking back the rest of her tears before pressing her lips to his.
Bruce brought his hand up to tangle in her hair as the kiss suddenly grew more heated, Laya slipping her tongue in his mouth. Laya moved her hands between them, gripping the middle of his shirt and ripping it open, the buttons popping off but neither of them cared. Bruce lifted up to sitting, removing the shirt from his body as Laya did the same to hers. He pulled her in to kiss her again, plunging his tongue past her lips. His length twitched in the confines of his jeans, suddenly realizing how hungry he was for her.
Laya’s body was responding the same, the heat pooling between her legs for him. Gods, she needed to feel him. Bruce flipped them over so Laya was laying on her back, her curls spreading around her face and body perfectly. He smiled softly at the sight, his heart coiling and warming seeing his loving wife beneath him. He reached for her pajama bottoms, taking both them and her panties off in one swoop. He reached over, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. Laya sighed as they were freed from the confinement. Bruce quickly went to work, licking and sucking at her nipples,almost in a rush as he needed to taste her, feel her. He removed his pants, groaning as his straining length was freed, pressing against her thigh. Knowing what they both needed, Bruce brought a finger down to Laya’s sex, checking her wetness. Yes, she was dripping. He groaned once more, gripping his length and positioning at her sex, pushing in with a roll of his hips, quickly burying himself to the hilt.
Laya gave a small cry, her eyes rolling closed and her back arching. “Oh...fuck...!”
Bruce set a hard, fast pace, not wanting to waste any time. They both needed their release, not having felt each others skin like this in so long. Bruce leaned in, kissing Laya deeply as he fucked her, rutting into her harshly. He grabbed both her wrists, bringing them over her head as he held her down, growling like a beast.
All Laya could do was feel, moaning loudly as Bruce thrusted into her in a frenzy. Her body was alright with overwhelming pleasure, shuddering every time he slammed into her body. Bruce started to lick and suck at her neck, picking up his pace, his hips jerking as he lost his rhythm, his orgasm approaching. In another moment, Laya cried out in utter ecstasy, her body shuddering and convulsing as her walls clamped down on Bruce’s length. Bruce’s back arched, roaring to the sky as he released inside of her. The need to feel this release, to be this close again was overwhelming for them both.
The room was all soundless except for their panting, trying to catch their breath. Their bodies were covered in sweat and shaking from release. Bruce looked down at Laya, noticing the smile on her face. God, how he had missed seeing that smile. He pressed his lips against her, pouring all of his love into it. He removed his hands from her wrists, and gently pulled out of her. He fell over onto his side next to her, and Laya wrapped herself around him. He followed her, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her close. He gently kissed her forehead, moving the hair out of her face. “I love you Laya.”
Laya smiled, holding him tighter. “I love you too, Bruce.”
Laya smiled softly as she laid on the bed in the room she shared with Bruce at the Phoenix mansion. She was eight months along, in her Phoenix form all the time now as the end of her pregnancy got closer. She rubbed her belly, humming softly to soothe the little one(s) inside of her. "Soon, you'll be with us my darlings. You'll have all the love and affection you could ever need..." ivegotacondition-banner
Chloe folded her arms, leaning against the door frame and looking at the man on their bed. "Spencer, you know you need to eat." she told him. "Please?"
Spencer ran a hand through his hair and buried his face in his hands with a long sigh. "I... Ch-Chloe, I c-can't..." he murmured. "I... I ain't h-hungry, I j-j-jus'... f-feel sick..." He shrank into himself defensively, arms around his chest like he was cold and his legs drawn up under him.
