Ah yes. Autism.
BEFORE THE SUPERNATURAL FANS START FREAKING OUT, I WANT TO SAY VERY QUICKLY THAT I HAVEN'T WATCHED MORE THAN HALF OF SEASON 1 OF SUPERNATURAL AND ONLY FOUND OUT THAT CASTIEL WAS A NAME OF A CHARACTER AFTER I DECIDED UPON THE NAME.
NOT CHANGING IT.
(Y/n) POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hey...you alright?"
A voice calls out.
I slowly open my eyes, gathering my mind back...I feel like i just fell off a building, I'm really....nauseous, or maybe a better word is hungover .its like my stomach is gone and my head is...worse than gone.
"...ah, my head.."
I mumble, staring at my surroundings. It feels like my eyes are straining just to look around.
I get up, looking around...I'm at Markus' and Amanda's house. There's clattering noises coming from the other room and rain falling on the metal roof, making loud noises that go throughout the house...their house was always so calming in storms.
"(Y/n), can you help me carry these to the table? There's a bit more than I can carry and Markus is already asleep upstairs."
Amanda calls out.
Slowly, I walk towards the next room...everything feels so calm here, it always does. Pictures of the two are hung up everywhere, one or two have me in them, a lot were shot when Amanda was around six months pregnant...there's a lot to remember those months of hell by, whether its the pictures or the permanent images of the hormonal fits in my brain.
The smell of stew looms over the entire kitchen, and next to the stove is Amanda, rubbing her stomach...She spots me eyeing her and smiles, pointing to the three bowls shes made.
"I can carry the glasses, but the bowls are a little too hot and...well, I don't wanna burn my baby, I think he'd come out pissed off if I hurt him before he was even born."
Amanda jokes, laughing a little and grabbing some silverware.
While Amanda collects the spoons and cups, I grab two bowls and quickly walk out, they're hot, so I can't stand around with them in my hands. Once the two of us are at the table, I happily set down the scalding bowls holding my hands together and eyeing them...I should've picked them up with cloths or something, they're way too hot.
She sets her things down and sighs, putting her hands on her stomach again.
"Thanks."
She says.
"Its just some bowls, no problem."
I state.
"Not just for this, for...everything really, you sorta just abandoned your life to help me and Markus, you've done so much for all of us, especially the baby."
Amanda says.
"Im just glad you're all thriving, once the baby is here, you'll be a lot less stressed and Markus will stop making his stress jokes."
I say, chuckling a bit at the end...I hate those jokes and love them at the same time.
"Yeah...little baby Iris will have the best life in this little town, I'm sure of it...hopefully he doesn't take after Markus and just act like an ass his entire life."
Amanda giggles.
"We'll now we're both just picking on Markus, arent we?"
I say, smiling a bit.
"Yeah, and I'm sure Markus appreciates the cruelty."
Markus says, coming down the stairs.
He immediately goes to Amanda and puts his arm around her waist, yawning.
"I smell good food, what's for dinner?"
Markus asks.
"If you can't see the food on the table, you're going blind, Markus."
Amanda says with a big grin.
"Maybe I am, does that give me an excuse to not do laundry?"
Markus jokes.
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Dimitrescu sons x reader | Twisted Family
Fanfiction[Reader is called by they/them pronouns, this is not my art] Amanda and Markus, an engaged couple, you had moved in with them because of Amanda's hysterical Pregnancy and Markus being unable to help, as he was working nearly all day. After the baby...
