So this was supposed to fill a request but then it got a mind of it's own and this is what I ended up with...
Pure angst.
There's no emeto in this... but I hope everyone like it nonetheless.
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Mila took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself down before she went out to talk to Remy. She didn’t want him to know how much it hurt everytime the second line or the little plus sign didn’t show up. She knew that he would hurt for her as well as himself if she let that mask slip, but that didn’t make it easy. Nothing about it was easy.
She was disappointed in herself and she could tell that Remy was disappointed every time she would come out of the bathroom with a small shake of her head and a pained smile. Every time Remy would pull her close and tell her that it’s okay, it’s not her fault, they’ll keep trying and then they order her favorite takeout and watch a movie with Leah.
Mila always clung to Leah a little bit tighter on those nights, and Leah usually accepted the extra attention with ease, typically able to tell that she was down.
There was something different about this time though… she had felt hopeful.
The past week she had been more tired than usual and kind of nauseous. She felt dumb and frustrated for getting her hopes up. Negative test after negative test, what made her think that this would be different.
The longer she stood there the deeper the cracks in her facade got. As stupid as she felt for it now, she had really thought this time was going to be different.
Her deep breaths got more erratic and she braced herself against the sink, staring at the negative test sitting on the counter in between her hands.
Tears streamed down her face and she clamped her hand over her mouth as she tried to stifle a sob.
Mila always tried to keep her feelings in check, staying calm and collected, not losing control.
Why was she struggling so hard to keep face.
She lowered herself so she was crouched in front of the sink, one hand steadying her on the counter and the other grasping at her chest as she tried to calm down.
This is how Remy found her, sunk down on her knees in front of the sink.
“Hey, M. What’s going on, are you okay?” Remy dropped down next to her and tried to turn her toward himself so he could try to gather what’s wrong.
“I- I’m” She struggled to speak in between her gasping breaths and sobs.
She slowed her breathing to the best of her ability, “I’m okay.” she sobbed, “I just didn’t know it would be this hard.”
At that moment Remy spotted the test on the counter and let out a deep sigh. He sat down on the floor and leaned back against the wall, pulling her close and squeezing her tightly.
“Shh, love. It’s okay.” He said, pressing a kiss into her hair.
“I was so sure this time Remy. I thought that I could feel this time was different, but it’s never different.” Mila had started to quiet, her sobs morphing into sniffles. “It hurts so badly.”
“I know, baby and I’m so sorry.” He twisted the ends of her hair between his fingers and rocked her slightly.
Remy knew that he had to keep it together, but he had never seen her so distraught. It felt like a knife to the chest finding her crumpled on the floor, putting so much pressure on herself to have a baby.
“I’m sorry.” She said softly.
“Don’t apologize, nothing is your fault.” Remy swiped at his eyes and cleared his throat.
They sat there like that for a while. Mila gives the occasional sniffle and Remy holds her, running his fingers along her arms. Whispering to her that he loves her and that one day they’ll have a great big family. A whole football team full of children.
“What’s wrong with me?” Mila asked quietly, looking up at Remy with bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks.
“Absolutely nothing, my love. Sometimes it’s not easy.”
Remy held her face in her hands and gave her a kiss, “There is nothing wrong with you, and I don’t want you talking down about yourself. You’re perfect okay? You’re the woman I love, the woman I’ll marry. There is no one I would rather raise my daughter with, or have more kids with. Mila, you’re my person. We’ll see a doctor, we'll see what is going on, what our options are, and we’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out together.”
“I love you” She said, sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face. “Can we get takeout?”
Deku’s got a secret mer boyfriend. Not so secret anymore— not when he needs Kacchan’s help to sail away with his pretty fish boy before summer's end.
Katsuki isn't exactly on board with that. And the closer he gets to figuring out why, the harder it is to imagine letting them go.
Coastal town mermaid AU recently completed for MerMay! Featuring fisherman's son Katsuki, childhood friend Izuku, & siren Shouto.
Summary: Gabriel is Loki. Implications- Loki’s children are all uber powerful half archangels. Sam and Dean deal with this, as well as continuing to protect the world from supernatural threats. Jack is adorable. Slow-burn Sabriel.
Notes: Officially the last part of the second arc... Next update will be the first chapter of the third part of this trilogy. For any new readers, this is nearly 130k words and still going strong so if you want something long to read, ayooooo
I don’t actually know how good this is but it’s what I got. This is also gonna double as a lowkey intro to Finn and Drew’s plot. I hope you enjoy even though it’s kinda bad and I didn’t proofread it.
Warnings: General descriptions of illness (just cold stuff).
Finn let himself into Drew’s apartment, she had given him a key awhile ago but this was the first time he actually had to use it. He went straight to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water, downing the whole thing. He felt like shit, if he was being honest. His throat hurt and he was exhausted, all he really wanted to do was lay down but he wasn’t about to cancel dinner over a cold. He leaned his head back against the cabinets and closed his eyes, he took a deep breath through his mouth since breathing through his nose was becoming a chore.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Finn! At least let me know that you’re here, a simple ‘Hey Drew! It’s me, your boyfriend, not a goddamn serial killer,’ would suffice.” Drew yelled, standing on the other side of the island holding a broom.
“And what were you going to do with that? Broom me into submission?” he laughed, and then broke into coughs.
Drew leaned the broom against the counter and walked over to Finn, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m stronger than I seem… What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, I’m fine. My throat is just scratchy.”
“You sound sick.” She mumbled, tugging on his shirt.
“It’s just a cold, I’m okay.” He said, leaning down to kiss her.
“It’s just a cold so you’re going to infect me?” She said, pulling away and walking into her room. She came out about five minutes later, changed with her hair pulled out of her face.
“Why are you changed? We have reservations in like thirty minutes, it was really hard to get a table on Valentine’s day.” He said, pushing himself away from the counter.
Drew approached him and pulled off his jacket before unbuttoning the first couple buttons of his shirt.
“I’m sure there is some desperate couple out there who would be dying for our table. C’mon, I can crack open a bottle of wine and we can just relax. I feel like we never just relax.” Drew grabbed Finn’s hands and pulled him into the living room, sliding her sock-clad feet backward across the floor. “Your nose is bright red, I’m pretty sure you have a little fever, and you sound like a sixty year old who smoked marlboro’s their whole adult life. Lay down, please.”
“You’re going to be drinking wine alone, it would be a waste on me I can’t taste a thing.” He said, sniffling through his stuffy nose.
“Then we’ll have a dry night,” She sat on the couch, pulling her feet up and patting her lap. “It’s okay to unwind sometimes, baby.”
Finn sighed and kicked off his shoes before laying across the couch on his stomach, his head falling on Drew’s legs. “Thanks.” He mumbled, closing his eyes.
“No problem at all, you’ve been taking care of me and my random bouts of illness recently. So I can be here for you.” Drew carded her fingers through Finn’s hair and then ran her hands down to his shoulders.
Finn sniffled again and coughed, “That feels really good.”
“Does it?” Drew trailed her hands down his spine and gently massaged his back.
“Mm, I love you Drewann Louise Kennedy.”
“I love you too, Loser. Happy Valentine’s Day.” She mumbled, leaning down and kissing his hair. “You can’t leave me alright? You’re stuck with me Finnegan Marks.”
“Who said I’m going anywhere?”
“No one, I just- I needed to say it. I love you and I hate it, but you make me feel things and I need you, Stupid.”
“I need you too, babes. You have nothing to worry about.” He mumbled, sleepily.
Drew took a deep breath and continued massaging Finn’s back, “I really hope so.”
siiiigh i also wish more people used the “plotfic” tag, or some kind of equivalent.
I will read short fics, and oneshots, and stories with a limited narrative scope? but I am never (never) interested in looking for them. im hungry for longfics !!!
except during those short periods of time when i get wrecked by a new or relapsed ship. like w/ Ladybug.
It feels like being swallowed whole, like teeth scraping against his temples and gnawing on his mind as the sky begins to blacken, as the room gets smaller and he's left alone, alone...
He'd watched in horror as nails lengthened, as teeth sharpened, as skin grew yellow and taut against a new face like a ghoulish mask. He'd screamed... cried... laughed... Why had he laughed? Was he still laughing, or was that the sound of rain against the window or the voice inside his head?
There's a knock at his door.
"I-I-I-I-I'm b-busy!"
"That's alright, Mister Mayor-ler."
It's Anna.
"I just wanted to let you know I'm heading home for the night. There's a storm on the way, and I don't want to get caught in it. Please be safe tonight."
"NO!" A scream. Which one screamed, which one is scared? Scared? Like... of thunder, of lightning, of the rain that's laughing, laughing, laughing?
He runs to the door, wrenches it open. "YOU LAZY, STUPID GIRL!" he screams. "YOU ARE LEAVING?! IS THAT A JOKE?!!"
And she merely lifts that impertinent nose to him. Insolent, ridiculous, never worked a day in her life...
"I... I'm going to leave. Yes."
He takes her wrist, teeth flashing, breath hissing. "NO, YOU WILL NOT LEAVE!"
And he hits her, leaving a pretty little scratch on her cheek. Pretty... Pretty is her scream, high and trembling... like an opera, or is it the lightning outside that whines in the air between them?
He should bite her face off.
He screams, he swats her away, sends her running down the hall as the first thunderclap tears at his ears. "NO... COME BACK!"
The lights flicker, and he's left screaming in the darkness.
