#and i have been thinking abt it for weeks

[c4tluver02]

Can I request a fluffy Steve Harrington x fem! reader long oneshot where reader is pregnant and they are sitting in the living room watching a movie and all of a sudden, reader feels the baby kick for the first time and reader tells Steve and guides his hand to her stomach and Steve talks to the baby and they are just in awe over feeling the baby kick and they talk about how they can’t wait for their daughter to get here?

baby bump

summary: After finding out the gender of your baby things start to feel real. First time kicks and cravings are the new normal!

warnings: mention of pregnancy, r has long hair, mentions of morning sickness (for like a second), mentions of eating more

wc: 1.3k

a/n: i don't know anything abt being pregnant so if this is wrong lets pretend it isn't!!!! thank u for the request <3

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon, neither you or Steve have anything going on allowing for you both to relax on the couch. A movie is playing on the TV and your head is laying on Steve's lap. His fingers thread through your hair and the feeling makes your eyes flutter shut. The movie long forgotten, simply too relaxed in Steve's presence. He’s been working a lot ever since the news of a baby coming so you are soaking up any moments with him. Last week you both found out the gender, a beautiful healthy baby girl. You couldn’t be more ecstatic and Steve was already thinking of the shade of pink to paint the nursery. 

-

 “Do you think she would want more of a rustic pink or like a Barbie pink?” Steve asks on the drive home from your appointment. You two have red eyes from crying tears of joy. Hearing the baby's gender makes everything feel even more real. 

“I think rustic definitely.” You say nodding. The small picture of your ultrasound in your hand. 

“I think so too, I’ll have to start looking for a crib. Think the guys would help?” Steve asks, thinking about Jonathan and Eddie. The idea of making a whole new room in just a few months now makes him a little stressed. 

“Oh totally and Eddie owes me a favor for eating my cheeseburger the other day.” It was a simple mix up, he ate your sandwich instead of his own. But in the moment tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“I know Rob will help with the paint and picking out furniture. I still have to call her to tell her the news.” He says giving your thigh a squeeze from excitement. When he found out you were pregnant he told Robin right away. She came over the next day with gifts and candy for you. 

You looked at him with a large grin. Filled with excitement and happiness that you are having a baby and that Steve is Steve. A perfect partner and soon to be dad. 

-

You knew no matter what Steve would be a great dad, but knowing he will be a girl dad just clicks in the most perfect way. Already infatuated with you, he won't be able to say no to your new baby girl. 

Steve was already so great with you. Quick to be by your side when you have any sickness– despite you trying to shoo him away the first time it happened. Too scared he would find you gross you made him plug his ears which made him then yell out for you to ask if you were ok. But the more it happened the more he was there and wouldn't take no for an answer. If Steves gonna do one thing it's take care of you. Any late night cravings you had he would get with no complaints. He truly was perfect. Obsessed with your bump always talking to her, like when she was pushing on your ribs and he asked her so sweetly to move. 

Now you're all laid out on the couch half asleep and you feel a weird pain in your stomach. A little jab that was so quick if you were moving you might not have even felt it. The feeling made you shoot up in shock, a hand on your stomach. Steve looked at you with his thick brows raised, concerned. 

“What? What's wrong? Is she okay?” Steve asks quickly as he grabs onto your wrist. Like he needed to know the answer right away.

He finally took a breath when he saw a big smile appear on your face. You grab his hand and gently place it on your bump in a certain location. “She just kicked me.” You say it almost in a whisper like if you said it too loud she'd stop. 

Steve pressed his hand a little firmer to your belly trying to feel the sensation. His eyes are wide and you look at him as you wait for her to do it again.   

As if on cue she kicks again and Steve gasps. “Holy shit she's kicking!” It comes out in a half yell half laugh and he leans in to give you a quick kiss. Too excited, needing to put his energy into something. 

You're both fully sat up now only locked in on the baby's next move. She gives another kick and this time Steve sees your stomach move and stretch from the action. He scrunches his nose up a little. 

“Does that hurt baby? I can tell she’s using all her force.” The way he says it with a concerned but interested tone makes you giggle. 

“Nope.” You say popping the P at the end. “It feels weird but it doesn't hurt.” Your hand is over his holding it to your stomach and Steve can't help but swoon. 

“Maybe she'll be a soccer player? She seems like she has strong legs.” Steve says.

“Hmm, maybe a gymnast? They have really strong legs.” Steve nods at your response and you both lay back on the couch. 

Steve leans down a bit to rest his chin on your stomach. His hand is still on your belly but now he's rubbing it gently. 

“I can’t wait to see what type of personality she'll have.” He says.

Steve looks so pretty right now. Carefully giving your tummy little kisses and his long lashes flutter. You can't help but run your fingers through his hair and he groans at the action. 

“I hope she has your hair.” You say with a giggle but you really do mean it. 

“I hope she has your eyes, and your nose, and your lips, and your giggle of course.” 

You roll your eyes at his comment in a playful manner. “You're obsessed with me.” 

“I am.” He gives your belly one last kiss before sitting up again. “I am obsessed with you and our baby and I can't wait to have more.”

“More? Stevie, we haven't even finished having one!” You let out a giggle that's so warm Steve thinks it could truly melt his heart. 

“I know but I can imagine us with like 6 little Harringtons running around.” The look in his eyes tells you he's 100% serious and that he's given this thought. 

“Hm and who will be pushing out these 6 Harringtons?” You ask, looking at him with a huge smile on your face. So happy in this moment, thinking about the future you and Steve will have. 

“Sweetheart, if I could do all the hard work, trust me I would. Then I could give you all the babies you want.” Steve slides his hands on your waist which is a little on your stomach due to how far out it is, rubbing his thumb up and down. 

“Let's focus on this one and then we can talk about more, deal?” You ask, putting your hands around his neck. The movement makes you two get closer but the bump creates a bit of distance. 

“Deal.” He responds, kissing your temple. The movie you guys were watching is now rolling the credits, neither of you saw the end but that's okay because in a few months you'll have a daughter.

“Stevie?” You ask but Steve knows the tone in your voice. 

“Yes angel?” The smirk he has on could be one related to the Cheshire cat. All knowing and ready for what you're about to ask. 

“Do you think you could make me some eggs and toast?” The puppy dog eyes you give aren't needed but accepted. It doesn't matter that it's 10pm or that you had dinner a few hours ago. 

“You are a hungry little bug aren't you?” Steve says into your stomach as he kisses it. Getting up to go to the kitchen but not before grabbing your hands to help you up.

“She is, isn't she? I must be growing an athlete in there.” You say, referring to your earlier statements. 

Steve laughs and rubs your back as you walk in front of him. He knows tonight you'll wake him up for more food but right now he couldn't be happier. 

[heartz4levi]

pssstt..looks around..looks at you..slowly opens my hand and presents to you..till alien stage nsfw alphabet..fem reader..eyes twinkle..

illuminate the night, breathe into my soul !

☆ thinking abt till + nsfw alphabet . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, fem reader . . mostly dom!till and sub!reader ,, mentions of reader taking control at times ,, a lot of sex talk ,, i think there's a considerable amount of choking mentions in this one. oopsie.

a — aftercare :

till always gets a little bit bashful after he finally cools off, the adrenaline slowly pooling out of his system. he cleans you up silently, touching you so gently as if your made of glass before slipping underneath the blanket next to you.

b — body part :

till likes his hands. he has created art with them, they're skilled and he knows how to utilize them in many ways. one of said ways is being able to reach deep inside your cunt with his long, lithe fingers and knowing how and where to curl them up to have you white—knuckling the sheets below.

till likes your eyes. he can always see your true emotions through them, and truthfully, he does get lost in them more times than he can count. plus, they're pretty — no, scratch that, they're captivating.

c — cum :

till's cum always comes out in long, thin ropes. the consistency is not too watery but not too sticky either and the most prominent thing to note about its taste is the saltiness.

till will cum anywhere you want him too, he'll even stuff your greedy cunt full of his seed, but he actually really enjoys cumming on your stomach. in other words, painting your skin a sheer white. once an artist always an artist.

d — dirty secret :

has thought about how deep his fingers can reach inside of himself on multiple accounts.

e — experience :

close to none. till is a virgin when you first get your hands on him and his knowledge is quite limited. he knows what porn is, has watched a little bit before but it never quite resonated with him. same with erotica novels.

f — favourite position :

till likes any position in which he can hold you. no matter how he's folding you, when he's on the brink of cumming till is always wrapping his arms around you and pulls you as close as possible.

he also likes to sink his teeth into your shoulder or collarbone whilst cumming, but that's unrelated.

g — goofy :

one, till has never been good at cracking jokes and two, he views sex as a very intimate thing. safe to say he's quite serious during sex.

if you're the type who likes to pull a few stunts though, till won't hold back the breathy chuckle that escapes him in response. still, your unseriousness does not deter him from his goal of making you ascend to the heavens. figuratively, not literally.

h — hair :

till is nicely trimmed, puts in just enough effort. is scared shitless of waxing.

does not care if your pussy is completely hairless or if you have a bush. pussy is pussy and he's a sucker for it, but he's also a sucker for you.

i — intimacy :

like aforementioned, till views sex as a very intimate thing. if you're in his bed and you're not just hanging out, that means that you've dug your way into his heart because he would not let anyone get in his pants if he doesn't trust them with his life.

j — jack off :

couple times a week, mostly just quick wanks to get himself off enough. doesn't have a penchant for edging himself.

after getting together with you, for some reason he started resorting to devouring your cunt whole like a madman instead of actually having sex. it gets him off though, so.. mission accomplished?

k — kink :

is till afraid of pushing you past your limits and/or hurting you? yes. is he also into choking? yes.

most of the time he'll only do it lightly, apply enough pressure for you to feel it, but not for it to cut your breath short. if you want him to squeeze harder he will, but it'll take him a little bit of time to adjust to and get comfortable with the change.

l — location :

prefers doing it into the comfort of either of your homes. mostly bedroom, does enjoy shower and bathtub sex but that isn't the chosen location as often as the classic bed is.

might only fuck you in a secluded public space if you're really desperate. if he were the insanely desperate one, he'd be begging you to go home.

m — motivation :

this really is just outing till and his praise kink but nothing gets him hard as a rock as you expressing that whatever he's doing, he's doing it right.

tug at his hair and shove his face further into your wet cunt when he's on his knees for you and till will both cum in his pants and make you see stars until you're numb and shaking.

n — no :

till doesn't like to share and he also doesn't like public sex. although he is into light choking, he is generally iffy about anything else that might cause you harm.

take slapping or spanking as an example. if you're persistent enough he might give in, but despite having a heavy hand, he will not use that much force.

o — oral :

absolutely loves giving oral, but that has been made obvious already so no further elaboration.

when it comes to receiving, till likes that too. the sight of you kneeling before him alone has his eyes rolling back, so imagine what sucking him off does to him. all in all, still prefers giving.

p — pace :

either really slow and loving or ruts into you like an animal. no inbetween. it depends on his mood, but mostly on what your preference is.

even if he's had a stressful day, till will not reassemble your insides to the shape of his cock if you're not into rough sex. end of discussion.

q — quickie :

not a fan. rarely ever engages in them, regardless of whether you're into them or not.

since the two of you mostly have sex within the privacy of your home, most of the time when you're having sex you're having sex. not a quickie.

plus, he would rather wait hours to be able to savor you instead of pulling you aside and sheathing his cock inside your cunt for like five minutes just for the sake of getting off.

r — risk :

already went into detail about how iffy till is when it comes to semi—public sex and inflicting any pain upon you.

meaning, not a big fan of risks. might indulge once or twice a year if you're a risk taker.

s — stamina :

till's stamina isn't bad, but it's also not unparalleled. on average, can go for two to three rounds excluding foreplay.

if, somehow, you aren't satisfied when he has run out of stamina, till will let you use him to your liking, but do expect him to be out of commission for another round or two until he regains some semblance of energy.

t — toys :

doesn't own toys, not much into using them either. till is good with his hands, mouth and dick, what good is a toy?

however, he isn't against you using a toy on him. will not be the one to pitch the idea but won't put up a fight when you bring it up either. is actually quite eager.

u — unfair :

till isn't much of a tease.

sure, maybe he'll toy with your cunt when you're at your most desperate to cum just to hear you whine and to see you look up at him with teary eyes, but it won't be long until he's giving you what you want.

v — volume :

grunts, groans, whimpers, everything. unfortunately, till hides the sounds he makes quite often, hence why he likes to bite your shoulder or collarbone when he cums.

the only time till can't coneal his sounds is when he's overstimulated. tie him up, gag him and get to town on that dick, the moans and whimpers that slip past his lips are to die for.

w — wild card :

doesn't like inflicting pain on you, refuses to acknowledge the fact that he gets so painfully hard whenever you're rough with him.

slap him, leave marks, call him names, do whatever you want. a deep blush will creep onto till's face and he'll be leaking pre like a damn fountain.

x — xray :

long like his fingers with a decent amount of girth to it. till doesn't have the biggest cock, but it stretches you out just right and curves a little bit which provides some more pleasure.

veins? veins. not many, not too prominent, but they're there and you love them regardless. or not?

y — yearning :

till isn't the type who would want to have sex with you seven days a week. he wants it, but not that often.

he can survive plenty of days without nestling his cock inside your cunt, but don't leave him dry for too long or else he will get extremely clingy to make up for the lack of sexual attention that he's getting.

z — zzz :

will wait for you to fall asleep first before he follows suit, but till has fallen victim to the sweet embrace of slumber and fell asleep before you a couple of times.

do not tell him though or else he will feel utterly humiliated. will curl up into a ball and try to disappear.

[eviesaurusrex]

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Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

request: ok I had an idea, idk if you gonna approve it. Thought abt reader having a pregnancy scare, and of course scaring the shit out of Tony and Steve, 'cause like imagine Stark thinking he'll be a grandfather hahahahaha. Well in the end was just a scare and reader is kind of relived, because bringing a baby into this superhero shit is complicated, but at the same time she's kinda sad, cause maybe this baby was just the beginning of a happy life with her lover Steve

word count: 4.6k

warnings: pregnancy scare, talks about the menstrual cycle, anxiety, established relationship, internalized misogyny (kind of), fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of sex, but also a tad of sadness, talking about the future, family planning, Tony (yes, he is a warning), my inability to write endings, not entirely proofread

author’s note: This request is from @imadeadpoett and I was really excited about it, then life came in the way lol. I don’t know if this is any good, but here we fucking-finally are. This request is super old (almost 3 years, whoopsie), but I was in such a Steve-mood, I just had to complete it anyway. Enjoy! The dividers are by @enchanthings-a and @strangergraphics <3

It couldn't be.

She stared at the calendar on her phone, eyes unmoving, thumbs hovering above the screen's glass, not ready to allow realization to sink in. The highlighted week lay forgotten in the past, the color screaming at her, reminding her of something significant that hasn't happened, asking question above question.

It wasn't unusual for her to have her period late—her cycle wasn't the most reliable, especially not when work almost toppled over her and putting her in a position of sleepless nights and weeks filled with stress. Her rising and boiling anxiety every time Steve changed into his suit, adorned his shield, and went on a mission only contributed to it all. But being this late? It couldn't be.

Steve.

The thought of him made YN flinch, her heartbeat kicking up, the sound of blood rushing in her ears all-consuming. She hadn't thought about him until this moment. What would he do? What would he say? They had never discussed a potential future filled with a house, a dog, and kids, not with all the world-ending events they had faced in the past years. There had never been the perfect timing for such a conversation, never found a quiet moment to ponder on those thoughts and wishes. Did he even want to have kids? Did he want to become a father? Could she even have his babies without complications caused by the serum running through his veins?

"Oh God…," YN whispered, barely above her breath, blinking rapidly to keep the rising tears at bay. Her hands had started shaking, the phone screen had turned black at the lack of interaction, her breathing labored as if she had taken all the stairs in the compound. Cold sweat started gathering at her hairline, and a single droplet rolled down her spine, making her shiver in the most uncomfortable of ways, her thoughts running a mile a second.

Would he leave her? Would he hate her and never talk to her again? Would he demand her to have an abortion because he couldn't stand the thought of procreating with her? Did he even love her? What was she supposed to do?

A big, gentle, warm hand rested on her lower back, making her flinch once again at the contact, this time in surprise, and her wide eyes found Steve's handsome face looming right next to her. He crouched beside their bed to be on eye level with her, baby blue eyes darkened with worry, his forehead creased just as much. His other hand found its natural spot on her thigh, and as he squeezed it softly, the first tear escaped her fortress and rolled down her cheek.

"Hey, darlin'," he greeted her with that soft tone of his, thumb erasing the stray tear. "What's wrong, pretty girl?" YN felt her bottom lip quiver, knowing how much she worried him. Gosh, she loved him so much it almost hurt. "I am so sorry." The broken whisper was the first thing escaping her, eyes now filled with unshed tears waiting to be spilled. Steve's hand on her lower back had started lovingly rubbing her back—up and down, up and down—in soothing repetition. "I didn't know I was mad at you," he tried to joke with an attempt of a smile on his lips that quickly vanished when her bottom lip quivered even more, and the first hiccuping sob forced its way out of her body. "Okay, love. I know, bad timing. I'm sorry." His hand squeezed her thigh again, kissing her shoulder. "Tell me what's wrong, what you're sorry about, and we can fix it, okay? Everything will be all right."

Did he really believe that? Would he look at her with the same look in his eyes when she spilled the catastrophic truth? Would he still be crouching next to her, trying to comfort her? Or would he end up running and packing all his stuff in order to escape this massive pileup, vanishing right in front of her eyes and leaving her with the anxiety running havoc in her body?

A body she perhaps didn't occupy alone any longer.

Her heart skipped a handful of beats at that thought, and she knew she had to tell him. Right now. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not in two weeks—now. And it scared the hell out of her.

"YN, nothing will be too much to handle, I promise. I will stay right where I am, pretty girl." He always knew what to say at what moment, what thoughts ran through her head and made her palms sweaty and her hands shaking—and he always knew how to soothe her being. She could not live without him anymore; the thought alone was almost unbearable. So, instead of sticking her head into the sand, YN took one deep, steadying breath, nearly choking on another fearful sob, before speaking up and uttering the one sentence that could change their lives forever.

"I am late."

Glancing up from her interlocked fingers—her phone had been dropped onto the soft duvet at some point—to Steve after those words, she waited for a reaction, watched his features morph in the seconds of processing the simple three-word sentence, which wasn't simple at all. His blue eyes were still trained on her face, still watching her, but his brows were furrowed in confusion, his soft lips slightly parted in shock, his cheeks first flushing before his face was drained of its color—probably as realization sunk in. It broke her heart to witness all of it, and tears started to threaten her eyes again. "I am so incredibly sorry, Steve," she dared to whisper into the dense silence of their shared room, feeling the guilt burn inside her like acid. It had been her responsibility, after all—she was the one with the uterus, she was the one with a cycle cursed by some entity, she was the one who took the contraceptive despite not knowing if it would even work in the presence of enhanced sperm of a super soldier. Bruce hadn't been sure either, still tinkering with Dr. Cho, both making the couple promise to always use condoms—which they had.

Always.

Every single time, they had gotten intimate.

With one exception…

Steve seemed to come to the same conclusion because his eyes widened, and immediately, he shook his head violently. "No. No, YN, it's not your fault. There are always two people involved, darlin'—you and me. I am just as much responsible as you are, maybe even more so. You did nothing wrong, I am not mad, and we will manage everything that comes in the future, okay?" His hands had cupped her face, his thumbs softly caressing her cheeks and wiping away every remnant of a tear that dared to leak out of her eyes. "You're really not mad?" She needed to ask, needed to make sure she heard correctly. Steve smiled softly and kissed her cheeks. "Of course not, pretty girl. Just as you're not mad at me for not thinking of that condom when you swept a poor soldier off his feet in your stunning dress."

Tony had thrown a party for Pepper's birthday, and after not seeing Steve for several weeks due to back-to-back missions, she had wanted to make him drool—for them to end in one of the closets like a pair of horny teenagers surely hadn't been part of her bingo card for that night, let alone for Steve not having a condom on him. She could scold her horny past self for ignoring it and for thinking they could dodge the bullet.

"I practically jumped you in there," YN mumbled, almost ashamed of her actions, and let Steve pull her onto his lap after he had found his spot leaning against their headboard. She curled into him, savoring his inhumane warmth, and watched him just as closely as he did, but he still wore a soft smile on his lips while she was still on the verge of tears. "And I pulled you into the closet, not even wanting to make rounds and small talk—like a caveman. You can't blame yourself, sweetheart. It was a team effort." His voice was so soft and still infused with the same warmth he had shown her since day one that YN slowly relaxed into him, slowly not expecting the worst outcome possible.

She leaned into his palm when the blond cupped her cheek once more, his eyes raking over her face, searching for something. "What should we do now?" Her question came out quietly but calmly, despite her heart still racing in her chest and the panic still clinging to her. "What every couple does in such a situation, darlin'," he returned with a reassuring nod and kissed her forehead lovingly. "Do you have something here or do we need to head to the med bay?" Ever since the move, they couldn't just head down the block to their favorite Target, and it bothered her now even more than usual because if they went to the med bay, they had to record whatever they took for inventory purposes. And she didn't want anyone to know, anyone to find out. Not yet, at least. She still wasn't sure what to think of this herself.

Her expression seemed to say everything Steve needed to know because he kissed her lovingly on her lips, pecking the soft, plump flesh several times after, making her stop biting her bottom lip anxiously. "It's all right, love. We can wait until they're all done with dinner," he suggested in a whisper, and YN could only nod at that, snuggling closer into his arms and into his chest, sighing deeply when his strong arms wrapped even tighter around her. "Are you hungry? Anythin' hurtin' or symptoms showing?"

Even while they sat in such a storm of emotions—she knew it affected Steve just as much as herself, her ear pressed to his chest could listen to the rapid gallop of his heart—he still thought about her first, never letting anything step in the way of how he cared for her. It warmed her freezing body and anxious heart, and once more, YN had to ask herself how the hell she had gotten so lucky. "Sweetheart," the soldier whispered when she didn't answer and blinking, YN slowly shook her head. "No, not really. The hunger, I mean." Did something hurt? Did she miss any symptoms except for her traitorous bitch of a period? "And no, I don't think so. My period is just missing." Like a damn child in an IKEA store. "On second thought, I think my breasts are a bit tender." It had bothered her the last couple of days because YN had initially thought her bras went to war against her while being in the midst of a project with a deadline speeding up toward her.

Steve pressed yet another lingering kiss to her forehead, taking away more of that stubborn tension still remaining in her body, still bothering her, still reminding her of the unknown future ahead of them. "We can work with that," the blond murmured softly into her hair and gathered her body closer to his—if that was even possible—and one of his hands started to gently rub her back again. "Do you want to talk about it?" The quite loaded question pushed YN to look up into his blue eyes, worry and uncertainty mirroring hers right back at her. "I'm not sure what we or I should say, to be honest," the Stark whispered, immediately feeling like the biggest coward of this century, like the most insane woman ever experiencing this situation.

She knew they had to talk about it—they had quite a handful of topics to discuss. How would they handle a positive test? Would they keep the baby? Could they even keep it—super soldier serum and all? Were they even ready for this sort of commitment after they hadn't even tackled the topic of their future before this disaster of a day they now had to face? YN knew she would spend the rest of her life with the man from another century because, despite the fact that she could count her exes on one hand, she knew Steve was it. He was her endgame, and she desperately hoped she was his as well.

And despite knowing all of that with a clarity that scared her back into a shock-like state, the Stark couldn't bring herself to acknowledge all these points in the face of uncertainty. Perhaps it would be easier when they had clarity, when they knew what would await them in eight or nine months. Or perhaps she just didn't want to face the possibility that she had royally screwed up just like her father when her mother had dropped her on his Malibu doorstep and disappeared forever.

"That's okay, sweetheart," Steve spoke softly, his hand cupping her cheek anew and kissing her lips lovingly. "We don't have to talk about it until we know the facts. And even then, we don't immediately have to jump to the topic. I am entirely okay with letting the information sink in first before we look for answers. Yeah? Whatever you're most comfortable with, honey." She blinked against the gathering tears in her eyes while she watched this incredible man going along with whatever she wanted, whatever she desired most in this weird and unexpected situation. "I don't deserve you, Stevie." It got almost drowned in a small hiccup escaping her with a single stray tear that was quickly erased by Steve's thumb catching it on her cheek. "Nonsense. It's the other way around, YNN." He nudged her chin with his finger, making her show a weak but growing smile before pulling her favorite fluffy blanket around them and kissing the crown of her head while getting comfortable.

"Whatever happens in the next hours, I'll always be by your side, love."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Staring down at yet another pregnancy test, YN felt on the verge of tears again, as if she might break down entirely in the next few seconds if the universe didn't stop trying to give her a heart attack.

They had snuck down into the medbay almost an hour ago while the rest of the team either enjoyed a night out or a cozy night in, all scattered around the compound and far away from this part of their home. Employees had said their goodnights for today, so they were the only two people in the southernmost wing, overlooking the glittering lake just outside the windows. And ever since entering the sacred halls of Dr. Cho and Bruce, YN had lost hope bit by bit—because every damned test showed both positive and negative.

Steve rounded the partition wall with a glass of water, blond brows furrowed just like hers. "Again?" He even sounded as indignant as she had only a couple of seconds ago. With a huff, she pushed the stick toward him, watching him bending at his waist to get a closer look at the traitorous piece of plastic, and exhaustion settled into her body.

Exhaustion and fear because, as of now, she clearly had to ask Dr. Cho for a blood test, and then, everyone would know sooner rather than later. She wouldn't even have time to consider her options before everyone would have one, bombarding her with questions to which she didn't know the answer.

YN wanted to run. Far away from here to sit out the storm someplace quiet.

"Hey."

Steve had crouched down in front of her where she had dropped onto a rolling stool and wrapped his hands around hers, dwarfing them while doing so, and quickly, he kissed her knuckles one by one, his thumbs rubbing slow, comforting circles into her skin. "We don't have to do it here, YNN. We can just as well find a gynecologist in the city and let them do a pregnancy test." Already preparing to agree to his plan, YN opened her mouth, and then…—

"A what?!"

Ice-cold shock drowned her body when her father's voice echoed through the quietness of the medbay, and his very being appeared right next to the pushed-back partition wall, bone-deep shock evident on his face. Tony Stark rarely got shocked, and if someone achieved this feat anyway, he usually was quick to cover it up with a joke and his well-known sarcasm. But now? He was as white as the wall in his back, his eyes as wide as saucers, and his lack of words as jarring as possible.

Steve was already back on his feet, one hand settling on her shoulder to squeeze it in warm reassurance while trying to handle Tony—his future father-in-law if things would go as he had planned without hinting it for YN to pick up on. "Tony, let me explain…—" The soldier started, never feeling as scared in his life as he did now in the face of the man whose approval he wanted to gain the most because he knew how close these two were. He had picked up on it since his first day in the team and knew ever since how hard he had to work for it in order to be tolerated at best.

"No, no, no. You don't explain shit to me, Capsicle. This is not happening. This is a dream. A glitch I stumbled into. Simple as that," Tony shot back, looking around him to find the aforementioned glitch, which was nowhere to be found in the pristine environment they sat in. His brown eyes settled on the couple, dark brows furrowed, face morphed into a kind of displeasure YN had never witnessed before, and it made her sick. She never wanted to disappoint the man she loved almost more than life itself—right next to Steve—because that wasn't their dynamic. He had always been the proud father despite their rocky start, about which she gladly barely held any memories, and she had always been the proud and perfect daughter without feeling the pressure of having to be perfect. Tony would love her either way, she knew that. But this? In his eyes, she did what he had done all those years ago when he had knocked up her biological mother and had to live with the consequences of such actions.

Swallowing drily, YN wrung her hands in anxious movements. "Dad, this is… it's not what it looks like." A skyscraper-high lie, and still, she couldn't hold the words back. "It's not what it looks like? Are you shitting me right now, YN?" The older Stark inhaled and exhaled deeply but still couldn't get a grasp on his emotions. "It seems to me that you two haven't been cautious enough, unlike you promised not only to Dr. Cho and Bruce but also to me! It seems to me that you two didn't doge this bullet because you two were too caught up in whatever you did—which I just don't want to know, for heavens sake—and this is now the outcome." He huffed in disappointment and shock, staring both of them down and making them close their mouths one at a time before shaking his head. "I thought you wouldn't end like me, kiddo. I really thought you'd be smart enough not to try to make me a grandfather ahead of my time. Damn it!"

Careful, YN glanced up at Steve with a questioning rise of one of her eyebrows and watched his features morph in their quiet exchange before she looked back at Tony, who stared at the ground at his feet. "So…," the woman started, making her father look up again. "You're… mad? Disappointed?" She couldn't read him, not today, with her very own emotional turmoil still running havoc inside her. "Disappointed? No, I'm not disappointed, bumblebee. Shocked? Certainly. Befuddled? Most definitely. I have never regretted you, you know that. But I will be mad for a while because I am way too young and too much in my prime to be the grandfatherly type. I won't have life advice sessions with the little one, and I won't ever wear grandfather's clothes, are we clear?"

Without thinking, YN moved and wrapped her arms tightly around her father, pressing her cheek against his chest and letting out a deep breath she didn't know she had held. "There, there. No need to cry, kiddo." Tony patted her back and pushed her hair back with his other hand, nudging her chin and wiping away the stray tears. "Just… be more careful next time. We don't need a bunch of mini super soldiers running around here and forcing me to child-proof the entire tower, hm?" Nodding with a shaky exhale, YN looked between Tony and Steve and let the man exchange her from one to the other, morphing into Steve's side and feeling relief seeping into her body at the heavy sensation of his arm around her shoulders. "Be a blast, FRIDAY, and let Helen know we need her down in the medbay," Tony spoke, and the tower's AI immediately went to work. "I need a drink. Let me know when… you know." With that, the man vanished, mumbling in disbelief to himself until his voice echoed off in the hallway. The couple shared a long look, words unnecessary for the time being.

"Have you ever thought about being a dad?"

YN spoke the question softly into the quietness of their room. They lay on their bed, meeting in the middle, face to face, fingers laced together, warm breaths mingling in the space between them. Steve watched her intently, blue eyes roaming her face before he was pulled back to her eyes as it had been ever since the soldier had first met her.

"I never had a reason to think about it back then—I wasn't particular a ladies' man." She rolled her eyes playfully at the obnoxious wiggle of his brows, making her giggle nonetheless. "So no. At least not until I asked this stunning woman I met at work out on a date, and she gladly accepted the question of this poor soldier, who knew she was way out of his league," Steve continued with a soft smile, and her breath hitched. "I knew if I ever wanted to have kids, it would be either with you or no one at all." Tears threatened her eyes again, and YN sniffled quietly, blinking against them. "You really wanted to have a family with me?" She couldn't believe what had wandered through his mind without her suspecting a thing—usually, she was so good at reading people. "Of course, sweetheart," Steve smiled then, pulling her closer and kissing her soft lips. "I know I'm not your first love, but I always intended to be your last, you know?"

Her heart ached oh so beautifully at his whispered confession, making her emotional all over again, and forced her to take a deep, steadying breath when Steve asked the question in return: "I know your upbringing wasn't the most normal, but have you ever thought about…?" YN sighed and pressed her lips to his fingers she held in a tight grip, eyes locked with one another. He was right—she hadn't had the best of starts in this world and a rocky upbringing, and she knew it still haunted her in some way or another. "I don't know if I would make a good mother because I never had the proper role model for it. Maybe I would suck so bad at being a mom that our child would hate me. But I know what a mother shouldn't do, so maybe I could compensate for that?"

Pepper came too late into their lives to make things right before they had turned downhill, but YN knew how a mother should act from the years during her teenage years, during which she had Pepper at her side, so maybe… "It's a learning curve, sweetheart. No one is perfect from the start," he soothed her, pulling her flush against him and wrapping his arms around her. "We will be all right whatever the test result will say. It will be difficult and a huge adjustment, but I'll do everything I can to be as present as possible." He would bench himself and let Sam take over if that was the thing they needed for the best possible outcome of this uncertain situation.

The sound of an incoming message relieved YN from answering for now, not really knowing what to say to this perfect man she had the fortune to call hers, and with trembling fingers, she fished the phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. Sharing a look with Steve, she gained an encouraging nod, and with yet another deep inhale, her finger opened Helen's message with the test results attached. Eyes jumping over the black letters and written words, realization sank in, and a sob escaped her.

"Woah, hey. Hey, hey, darling," the blond whispered. Without questioning the meaning of it all, he just pulled his girl into his strong chest, wrapped his body around her, and shielded her from the world. YN still held onto her phone, pressing it against her chest, almost cradling it while tears rolled down her face and sobs filled their room. "It's all right, darling. Everything will be okay. We will manage. We will do whatever you want, whatever you decide, my love. We can keep the baby or think about other possibilities to…—"

Shaking her head, YN gently put her fingers over his lips, forcing Steve to grow quiet in the middle of his loving reassurance. "It's negative." At that, the blond had to blink slowly, trying to get behind all of it before he seemed to come to a conclusion, and realization grew in his features. "Oh, YNN…" She tried to smile under the still-flowing tears and softly shrugged, almost helplessly. "I don't know what came over me," the Stark started to explain. "The thought of building a family with you is just so… and then I thought 'Maybe this isn't so bad after all', and I started to-to hope, and then it was negative, and I am relief, I am so relief, but I'm also…" Another sob escaped her, the inner turmoil almost unbearable in its intensity.

"YN, darlin'. Look at me." His warm, big hands cupped her cheeks again, nudging her to look at him, and his loving smile started to mend this sudden emptiness in her. "There is my pretty girl." Holding tight onto her, the soldier didn't allow her to look away again, to pull into herself again. "We have so much time, so much of our future together. This won't be the last time we'll wait for a pregnancy test result—and next time, it will be intentional and only filled with joy, okay? This is not the end, sweetheart, I promise."

A shaky breath escaped her at that, and with a quivering lip, YN had to reassure herself. "Really?" And Steve smiled, kissing her with all the love he felt for this incredible woman in his arms. "Really. Whenever we're ready, we'll try, and I promise you, I'll get you knocked up in no time." That tickled a laugh out of her, making her shake her head at his teasing antics. "You are unbelievable, Steve Rogers," she smiled as she wiped away the tears, forcing a grin on his lips. "And still, you love me," he retorted teasingly but turned serious when YN kissed him and nudged his nose with hers.

"That I do."

Thank you so much for reading! Please consider leaving a like, a comment, and a reblog—it would be so much appreciated <33

[coffeegnomee]

gnome save me gnome save me gnome save me gnomesavw me,,,, 4c revealed a bit more abt prism by showing a secret room and its prismS now. new s!!! i immediately thought of u bc u are smart and u love these sort of things :D

- mcytegg 🥹

Ahhhhhh Veni Tegg Mcytegg I've been so busy with life I totally missed 4c updates until just now. ty ty ty for pointing it out.

I agree with the posts I just looked up about what people (and you) were saying about the flowers and colors and letters. I think the general consensus of it being the first letters of the names of people that 4c is doing this trust thing with is accurate. Colors and flower colors symbolizing mc skins. Princezam, Rekrap (sooooorry. It would be so cool if it was Ro. but ro is too purple looking and 4c has a better connection with Rek. and Rek's hoodie has bright blue), Itzsubz, Squiddo, Manepear, Spoke are my vote for the people.

My thoughts besides that:

The room was split in the middle with grass on one side and dead bushes on the other.

That puts Zam, Rek, and Subz on the growing side and Squiddo, Mane, and Spoke on the dead side. Plausibly the people who create vs the people who destroy. (shoutout Jay marshmarrows for that distinction)

Given the timeline of when 4c likely designed this room, subz was not making wardens and destroying spawn. But it was after Mane destroyed spawn even though imo he added Mane to this list from his very early season actions of protecting the chunguses of the server. Clown called him "mr. morality" in the early weeks of the server bc he would only kill people who killed defenseless players.

Which brings me to how spoke was seemingly added only after this room was made, the original signs being prism, not prismS. like you said.

I was a fan of spoke being on the original list bc of the clues squiddo dropped of spoke giving them the bugbombs and spoke alluding to making someone else into the server villains, ie FOCUS. But with the black S being last, that does feel like he was added last.

OR he added Squiddo last so that the room was even on both sides, but potentially wanted to de-emphasize them and emphasize spoke, since you see the Spoke and Zam flowers first and it's quite a nice dramatic look, the white oxyeye daisies and jet black wither roses. And it's so poetic for season 3.

I didn't like squiddo on the original list bc they're already on FOCUS and cube doesn't seem to be on this list at all and I dont like that cause of how 4c so specifically keeps saying he's loyal to FOCUS over everything else. So if one is on this list why are both not on this list ESP since this list was created after the start of the server. But Cube isn't involved as much and Squiddo has some devious sounding possible plans that keep cropping up, that possibly lead to destruction, so it makes sense for them to be on this list over Cube, esp with how this room is designed to be. (also squiddo's ign is TheRealSquiddo. not Squiddo. and the rest are ign first letters, Itzsubz and princezam. so that's also why I think they were added in for this new room rather than being included in the first)

So we have Zam and Rek being the main contenders for people who would save the season (and subz before his wardens) vs the three people who are the main contenders that would end the season.

But it is Fascinating to note how my original thought of the I in prism being i, me, like 4c is now thrown totally out because it's not in the middle anymore now that there's a second S.

Now 4c himself stands in the middle, and the "altruistim" sign stands in the middle, tearing the room in half between grass and dead bushes. "the practice of disinterested and selfless concern for the well-being of others." Not interested in if they deserve it or not. Not worried about himself. Only concerned with the well-being of them, but tearing himself apart in the process, leaving him wondering "who am I", thrown across the grown in colorful refractions.

And to do that he had to add an S. it's interesting to watch this concept develop in real time, while still sticking to the original idea.

Which brings me to the design of the room.

Behind each letter is a massive red pillar that waves in and out, and I jokingly described them as umbilical cords until that descriptor made more sense than it didn't. As red pillars they immediately look evil, but I would be surprised if this arc had any evil ideas behind it. The pillars attach to the ceiling, and the whole room is shaped like a cave.. or womb.

Umbilical cords give nutrients and life to the in-utero baby, all while the baby doesn't have any idea what's happening. One could say, in a weird way, 4c is giving life and aid to these players like a mother gives life and her body to the growing child in her womb.

Or they just look cool. idk.

But connecting all the 6 supposed members together with the same umbilical cord-like structures is an odd visual for how 4c views how these players are connected. Even despite which side of the room they're on.

They're not just connected to him through the giant Prism in middle of the room, made, for instance, out of a light blue stained glass (for him). If anything he IS the prism in the center, the blue object that refracts the light into different colors, revealing the hearts of those he helps.

No. They're connected to each other through the same red pillars. Or he could have easily designed each pillar with the blocks he used for the letters: each block chosen has both slabs and blocks so the detailing would have been possible. Or just not used red.

There's also this theme of redstone ores and using red dye for the "nothing is ever as it seems" sign. idk why but the redstone ores in the walls of the daisy room have always stuck out to me.

And now there's a red sign. In stark contrast to the blue-ink and white-ink signs of the daisy room.

And there's red pillars.

"nothing is ever as it seems"

Is that 4c's actions are never as it seems: that nobody on the server understands his pov.

Or that these clues are all red herrings. (RED. waiiiit)

but if Nothing is as it seems, what's the point of any of this clue giving. And yet if you just look at the letter/flower/color clues Everything seems to be Exactly As It Seems. There are literally no other lifestealers these colors could symbolize. (ok, by technicality, Ro could be the R by a very very weird turn of fate. but the tunnel rats are too close to being exactly what 4c means when he says "if they ask me for anything I'll do it")

Which just leaves me a bit flabbergasted as to what could be the Nothing that seems to be something that it is not.

Which does make me wonder (and now we're really going into conspiracy theory) if 4c wants to do an Explode Everything arc and pit the "good" side of the server against the "evil", show them they're connected and need each other for the livelihood of the sever. Maybe explode everything is too dramatic. more like mash them together and make them see how they're connected.

These are the people 4c said, "A few months ago i thought up a few people who i liked what they were doing and i thought it would be interesting to be loyal to them as well. And they don't know it.”

"liked what they were doing" not, "thought they were doing good."

and another time: “Cause if i support someones wrongs, everything they do, even if i don't agree with it, if i support it, if i do something wrong in the future i can trust that they will support me in the same way.”

And here they are, connected together, the good and the evil.

What kind of pull the strings from behind the curtain arc could this become. A make all sides have equal aide from a disinterested source that selflessly gives everything for another's benefit. All the while accidentally drawing the server into more and more conflict.

But hey, i love a good villain. And I have always thought 4c would make a fascinating world ender.

The only final thing I don't have any crack pot ideas about are why the heck are the signs around "altruism" like that. It's oak, spruce and dark oak. it's so extra. And the top line is different than the bottom.

it's just weird. 4c is so strange. But it seems significant. Some kind of continuation of the light and dark, grass and dead theme going on.

and the glass floor is prismatic rays except, and im being perfectionistic about it, prism refracting is a perfect rainbow, not a hodge-podge of rainbow colors.

but that's okay.

it's kind of interesting that it's like a river 4c walks through, that doesn't enter any of the letter's spaces. and it isn't lit up like prismatic refraction would be. But I think it is just supposed to be the prism effect.

He wades through seeing exactly how people are, what they think. Overhearing all conversations. He is the prism receiving the light from the players and understanding them completely.

Maybe that's simply what "nothing is as it seems" means. It's a continuation of the thoughts 4c has about when you see everything it hurts to choose, when you know everything how do you know what to do.

[mrsfudd]

Acquainted.

hii, this is my first post on here. This is a short story about abt paige beuckers.

warnings: smut, one night stand, slight stalking, teasing, degradation idk what else to put.

1.4k words.

Friday, 8:52 pm

"Dude just come out tonight, you've been cooped up in this room for weeks" Ellie said while throwing a pillow at me. 

"Alright alright, what time are we leaving" I said with an annoyed expression on my face. 

"10, hurry the fuck up" Ellie said turning into her room. 

Ellie is my amazing roommate, she had also became my therapist after I found my girlfriend of 2 years cheating on me in an empty lecture hall. We met here at Uconn and I thought we had the best relationship but obviously not. I let my social life go to shit and have only been to

class and back for a little too long. As annoyed as I am, Im happy Ellies dragging me to this party. 

                                    10:02 pm

"Bitchhh, you look so fucking good" Ellie said watching me come out my room.  

" You know I had to step out" I said while sticking my tongue out.  

I had on a short denim dress and if I was being honest my ass was definitely poking out.

                               10:31, at the club 

"A double shot of Titos please" I said to the bartender trying to speak over the music, it was so loud I could feel it. 

While im waiting for my drink a tall, dark figure appears next to me. 

"Can I get a bottle of don?" She asks while finishing off her drink. 

I look up at her and my stomach immediately drops as I notice who it really was. Paige motherfucking Beuckers. I wanted to make eye contact with Ellie but she was long gone on the dance floor with whoever. I quickly look down, sipping my drink. 

"Hey gorgeous, whats your name?" Paige said while sitting next to me. She had a little smirk on her face, I wanted to kiss it right off her. 

"Hi, im Y/N" I said keeping my composure, shes so sexy. I kept on sipping my drink as I feel my face heating up. I couldn't even make eye contact with her. 

"Do you normally not look at people when you talk" She said leaning down getting more in my face. 

"Yup" I said while getting up, smiling. I hope she plays along. 

While im walking away I could feel her eyes on me. Terrified to turn around I found a spot on the dance floor. I spotted Ellie, gave her a wink and started dancing. After a few seconds I gave paige a glance. She never took her eyes off me. She was mesmerized. I look back her and she was gone. Confused I just start finishing my drink when I feel warm breath on my neck. 

"Can I dance with you" Paige whispered into my ear. 

I turn my head to lock eyes with her and say "Yes, please" 

I barely took a breath when Paiges large hands settled onto my waist. I start to sway and grind to the beat. Our bodies clashing and sweat dripping as we dance for what it seems hours. The packed club seemed empty with Paige on me. It felt as if it was just me and her. I get a text and pull my phone out of my bra. Its from Ellie. 

Ellie baby 😇: I see youuuu, is that who i think it is bro???

You: It is, if we dont go home tg yk why 😉

I put my phone back in my bra and kept letting Paige's hands explore my body until she asked. "You wanna get some air". 

As hot as I was, I got chills thinking about me and Paige being alone. I could be real bold in a public setting but being alone was a different story. 

I quickly nodded and Paige grabbing my hand leading me to the door. 

She walks to her car, never letting go of my hand. She leans up against the side. I stand infront of her, maybe a little too close. 

"You look nice" I blurted out not knowing what to say.

Paige chuckled, shes so cocky. 

"Thank you mama but you look better" She said resting her hands back on my waist. 

Subconsciously I get closer to her. Wanting to feel more. 

I keep eye contact as I start to play with the buttons on Paiges shirt. 

"Mmm, C'mere" She said pulling me in more, slowly bringing her lips to mine just not kissing me. 

Dying at the tension, I smash our lips together. Her hands move down from my waist to my ass. Gripping it not so gently. Her kisses become rougher as she feels me moan into her mouth. She goes into her pocket and unlocks her car. 

"Get in" She said walking away from me. 

With little to no hesitation I get in the car. Her luxurious all black car smelt so good. Like her. 

She puts on Acquainted by The weekend. I check the time on the dashboard. Its now 12:52. 

Paige rolls down the windows, the cool feels so good on my skin. She looks so sexy driving. I wonder where this night is going to lead to. 

Im looking out the window as I feel Paiges soft touch. Her hand on my inner thigh, a little too close to my panties. Wanting to tease her, I start to grind against her fingers. Hearing her chuckle fueled me even more. Her long fingers started to rub my clit through the cloth, making me moan. Before I knew it, We were at Paiges dorm. 

Before I could even say anything Paige shut the door, pinning me down the wall and putting her mouth into mine. Her knee rested between my legs, slowly grinding into me. Her hand surrounded my whole neck and she started to kiss down my neck. Nibbling and biting me,  hearing me wince then soothing it with her tongue. My hands started to travel under her shirt, feeling her toned, strong body and getting turned on even more. Her hand starting to replace her knee, touching me so softly I could barely feel it. 

"More" I let out in a breathy moan

"Yeah baby? Whatever the princess wants she gets" Paige said while picking me up in a swift motion, sits me on her bed and gets on her knees. 

"Lets undress you pretty girl" She said while looking up at me with a hungry look. 

She started at my feet, unbuckling my heels and tossing them to the side. Her strong hands went up my thighs and up my dress to pull off my panties. Seeing the wet piece of fabric made her moan as she started to unbutton and zip down my dress leaving me completely exposed to her.

"Fuck where have you been all my life" Paige said while she started to kiss down my body. 

When she got to my aching pussy she slowed down. She slowly spread my legs, kissing my inner thighs. I started to buck my hips, wanting more. 

"You're such a little slut mama, beg and ill give you what you want" Paige said. 

Desperate, I start to beg. 

"p-please Paige, touch me. I need you" I say trying to control myself. 

Paiges hand continued to roam my body as her breath was making my pussy jump. 

"Hmm should I really give it to you, Im not sure if you deserve it" Paige teases. 

"Paige, please ill be such a good girl for you" I say. 

"Oh yeah? Prove it then" She said standing up, towering over me. 

I slowly start to move my hands down my body, teasing my nipples and never breaking eye contact with the blonde.  

My hand reaches my pussy, I started to rub small circles into my clit and letting out pornographic moans. 

The look of pure lust in Paiges eyes as she watched me is something ill never forget. It hadn't even been a full minute until she pulled my hands off and started to devour my pussy. 

I grab a handful of her hair and start grinding back into her. She starts to pump two fingers into me, making me throw my head back as her long fingers repeatedly hit my g spot. 

Im closer and closer to the edge and Paige noticed. 

"Cum for me slut, cum all of my face" She said with her eyes piercing up at me. 

I listen and release all on her and her bed spread. 

She cleans her face and me up. The last thing I remember was cuddling her and her hands rubbing me up and down. 

                             3:02 pm, you and Ellies dorm

Im still so groggy from the night before, as im filling up the tub I get a text. 

Maybe Paige Beuckers: Hey stranger, miss you already pretty. 

and that was just the start.

[dadvans]

omg i don’t know if you do prompts, but i would literally cry so happy if you wrote a little scene of Buck feeling kicks when the tones go off!!

A call comes in mid-afternoon, and it's like the tones set off something inside Buck. It's like gas, bubbles, low in his gut. In the engine he leans forward to eye the others, see if he's the only one feeling some weird sort of churn. "Hey, is lunch not settling right for anyone else? I was just hit with the weirdest wave of gas."

"Buck," Hen says warningly.

"No, not like"--he starts, stops. "Cap, what did you put in that casserole today? Or maybe I pulled something, I dunno. It felt like bubbles popping in my stomach just now."

"Should we be rolling down the windows?" Eddie asks.

"Nothing unusual in the chicken casserole you've had a hundred times, Buck." Bobby looks back at all of them over his shoulder a little unimpressed from the front of the cab, but when his eyes land on Buck, he tilts his head, considering. "How far along did you say you were?"

Buck's only just told everyone, and it's still strange to talk about it out loud without feeling like he's jinxing something. "Uh, seventeen weeks? You think it's a pregnancy thing?"

"Sounds like it could be kicks. Marcy didn't feel Robbie until twenty weeks along, but he was always the shy one. Brooke, on the other hand, Marcy felt her for the first time much earlier. We always used to say she was going to grow up to be a dancer." His smile goes slight, eyes distant for a brief second. "I think you might have a wannabe firefighter riding along."

"Kicks, huh," Buck repeats, feeling a little dumb with the realization. It makes sense. He's maybe been a little obsessive about tracking every change and milestone--Tommy has all but banned direct mention of TheBump at home--he's been expecting it, but even after the tests and the ultrasounds and the morning sickness, something about it hasn't felt really real in the way that this does. He puts a hand on his stomach, looks down at where a life is growing inside him. And kicking, apparently. "That so, little Probie? You heard the alarms go off and you wanted to get out there, just like your dads."

So faint, like the baby is listening, Buck feels a twinge in response.

[heartorbit]

happy halloween! 🎃🐈‍⬛👻🐇

[scal-po]

They’re trading fanfictions on break

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[otrtbs]

at the end of the day i’m a jegulus girl to my core… down to my bones…. like i love thinking about them .. in every iteration … in every lifetime … it’s always going to be them

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[starstruckodysseys]

uh, yeah, i have rizz *carefully unloads riz gukgak from my backpack*

[voidcat]

characters: Michael Kaiser, streamer!reader.

notes: tried to keep the whole thing gender neutral as always but at one part, he refers to you with a gendered term (ie: “girl) so there’s that. This was supposed to be shorter… idk what came over me… please free me

synopsis: in which you try your best to have peaceful streams and Michael Kaiser works harder to show his presence in your life to the entire world time and time again, in his own subtle ways.

Lately you’ve been contemplating how much of a menace Michael Kaiser is being to your not-so-serious-but-definitely-growing-into-something of a streamer career.

Something you decided to do for fun as you like to play games, and have noticed your performance improves drastically when you’re streaming the screen to someone, you decided there was no harm in giving it a try. It passes the time and started to pay a portion of the bills for sure, it does open a door of possibilities- none of which your not so beloved friend Michael Kaiser seems to care about.

He finds the entire idea stupid. Says if you need the money so badly, he’ll cover your expanses and take care of you exactly you want-- and you try again and again that is not the point of it! But to no avail.

You like to play your little games and make annoying people suffer in streams. It’s only an added bonus you get to capture funny moments midstream and build a community along with it.

Although his generous offer did pique interest of some of your friends but he doesn’t even let them entertain the idea. Just ignores them straight on and always returns the topic of pampering you, somehow.

After a little persistence on both sides, you’d think he gave up trying to change your mind, or at least made peace with the situation but lately you’ve been suspicious of him sabotaging you- just in his own subtle ways.

He’s been calling you more and more often during streams. That, you aren’t against. In the end, he is your friend and no matter how hungry for even just scraps of love he might be, you like to entertain him. It’s a weird relationship where the two of you benefit- not that you can explain it to your group of friends, his certain tendencies don’t have their approval won in the slightest and you cannot really blame them for it.

In the middle of an online game, the familiar ringtone you’ve set for the man rings through your earphones and you quickly open the call, leaving it on speaker. A decision you had made and grew used to while gaming on discord— it helps to hear both sides at once, but lately one end of the call has been dominating everything else.

He must know this by now too, that’s the only explanation you have as Kaiser begins speaking rather loudly, no doubt heard through the stream. It is a rather heated moment in the game so you have to focus and cannot really react, cannot turn his volume down. And there is no way him going about his day, talking to you like the two of you are something a little more, talking one another through your days is not being broadcasted live right now. So you suck in a breath, give it your all to the 5v5 and return quickly to your needy best friend.

Now it is a little tricky. Because your issue isn’t as much as that he is a little too obvious with his acts to show his presence through your streams that bothers you. No, it’s the possibility that his voice might get recognized that scares you. You have built all this all by yourself for so long, bare hands and nails, it is yours— you don’t want people to be suddenly swarming your accounts just because you happen to know Michael Kaiser himself in some shape or form, no.

And with this fear is born another problem entirely: how to address him when he calls.

It was albeit easier when his schedule allowed him to terrorize your streams in person more. That way you could still use the "I am directly speaking to you, no? Dummy." card and get away with it. Adjust the settings on your microphone so his voice won't get picked up on as easily...

Because much to your subtle efforts and tries, he does nag you quite a bit that you seem to "speak to him like a stranger" when he is calling you. You cannot give your true reasoning, he will just call it stupid and say "what's the big deal? afraid of being associated with me?" like it's that simple, twisting your words and morphing them into something they're not.

And maybe, just maybe, you are-- you don't know exactly where you stand with him, no thanks to Kaiser being one confusing bastard that creates a storm within your heart. And at this point, you're too scared to ask the question, to give him that satisfaction- and on the rare possibility that you read too much into the whole situation- saving your face, and your poor heart from the embarrassment that'll come with it.

So 'Kaiser' is off the list, obviously. And 'Michael' feels off. A little intimate, and weirdly formal at the same time. You just huff him off as 'Kaiser' and laugh at his rolled eyes whenever he hears his surname leaving your lips. You did try using an alias of sorts already and it exploded big time in your hands so you know better than that.

That leaves the options a nickname or a term of endearment- none of which you're really dying to try, if you're being honest. They feel too intimate- and again, play into the audience to create the illusion you're involved with someone. Which you're not, so you toss the idea away- ignoring that weak voice nuzzling about wishing you were though- and see how long you can survive talking with him without calling him anything directly.

(As it turns out, your survival rate was around a month. He interjects himself during a call, rather displeased and even louder than his usual, "So how long do you plan to play this strangers game? Or do you want me to come over and remind you of my place for you, hm?". Your ratings are stupidly off the wall.

You're positive you've seen a clip of that exact moment taken and posted online. Kaiser is over the moon about it, he plays it on loop for about a minute until you lunge at him and fight to get his phone off his claws.)

You'd think, despite all that, it's not half as bad. A little mystery does not hurt (you have admitted defeat regarding his impact on your streams) and some even seem to enjoy this mystery voice on your streams.

You think, your biggest advantage is that you plan your streams to be around when you know he cannot bother you in person. And on the rare occasions he does, his commentary is weirdly enjoyed.

Deciding on a camera on stream after so long though is possibly your worst idea yet.

First, because you thought you could get away with it if you scheduled it to be during his practice, and second, nothing good ever comes out of a stream you do with your face showing for all the world to see your next big misery on live.

But you'd like to remain hopeful, you and your little group pick a chill game. It's supposed to be a friendly atmosphere- conversing and chilling, it's nice, it's cozy.

You don't hear the creak of the apartment door opening- nor noticing anything until it is too late and it's the scratching of a chair against your floor- that stops right next to yours.

And only when something blue and yellow plops down next to you from your peripheral vision, do you feel your blood drain, trying your best to not let your smile falter as the man leans back and throws an arm around you, pulling you to him and speaking to you in his usual tone-- "So what game got my girl so entraced this time?"

not too interested but still a spark of it reserved because it is you, a little exhaustion showing as he sounds raspy if you listen carefully, and his usual dismay laced in his voice because he does not like to share you with your friends or the little vermins you call your "audience".

You try your very, damn hardest best, to ignore how he addressed you just now.

With a shrug, you let your characater roam around a little longer and pause, "Nothing much, we are just chilling. Wanna give it a try?"

You push the keyboard to his side and try to ignore the stream of comments freaking out over Michael fucking Kaiser on your stream, lovey dovey, touchy with you no less.

"M' good, thanks. Would rather just watch you instead." he says as his other arm finds its way to you, entrapping you in his hold completely. Letting you fix your posture, Michael then rests his head by your hair, pressing a silent peck to the crown of your neck.

And you're certain you can feel the bastard smirking under this cozy image he is putting on as his eyes read over the still going stream of comments losing it over the sight of you two.

[whoviandoodler]

something I haven't really seen people mention or consider in relation to riz and jawbone and the whole 'what's up with you, come in and talk with me' thing is that riz legitimately cannot do that. he cannot get better because getting better means losing all the things he gains by pushing himself to a wildly unhealthy degree- the points from his extracurriculars and grades in general, the usefulness he still feels he owes to his friends, the ability to push through grief and loss time and again. it's so incredibly sad because like- he was the one who first offered jawbone the job that got his life turned around! he tries so hard at all that he does and has a huge heart and he deserves to live a life that doesn't run him into the ground, but that life would be one where he wouldn't get the education he wants, or at the very best a life where he loses the control that he is gripping onto white-knuckled and has to contend with a lot of things he could never bear to consider at present. getting better would mean stopping, stopping would mean falling, and if he falls, riz is not getting up for a long, long time, and he just cannot afford that

[lovesickeros]

zhongli and neuvillette fighting over their reader 🤭🤭

scary dog privilege wherever you go, draconic courting gestures that would scare any regular person, they send each other deadly glares the moment you turn away,

stealing your clothes to just get a whiff of your scent, marking their territory all over your house - making it a battlefield basically, neuvillette (in my hc) is cooler and zhongli is warm so the cuddles are always so comfy ☺️😍,

they give you anything you want - you don't even have to lift a finger, they make you travel between the nations a lot though 😒 sooo clingyyy, extra gentle in their dragon forms as to not squish you, don't even get me started on the size difference 😍😍

just a little thought 🤭☺️

- 🐈‍⬛

Neuvi being colder is so real and canon. I see him as being colder + a lot more lithe, kinda lanky with smaller but sharper canines versus Zhongli who's warmer and a bit shorter then Neuvi + bulkier with bigger but not as sharp canines.

They've also got very different habits – Zhongli is very prideful not just of himself but his nation. He'll personally give your a tour and purposely drag it out as long as he can. Complimenting Liyue is basically complimenting him, checkmate Neuvi. Especially if he convinces you to try on some local Liyue fashion. Harmless and just a nice gift to anyone else but Neuvi sees it for what it is (since your wearing something from Liyue, technically wearing something of his. He loves his technicalities when it comes to staking a claim over you). Adds salt to the wound by touching you in totally innocent ways like to adjust you towards something he wants to show you or accidently brushing against you when he takes the bags of spoils he's practically drowning you in but really he's just making sure his scent sticks. He's just a sweet, nice gentleman with absolutely no ulterior motives trust.

Neuvillette does love Fontaine, but his habits are more about himself then the nation. He'll take you around if you ask or if the idea strikes him, but you'll probably stay around the making city area or the opera house specifically. He enjoys more personal time with just you and him then anything else. He values the immaterial to the material. Zhongli spoils you with gifts, but Neuvi tries to offer quality time irregardless of physical gifts (though he still gives them just not to the extent of Zhongli). He'll take you to see different operas if that's to your fancy, or leverage a bit of his authority to maybe see a few films since those seem to be hitting off in Fontaine recently. Bet that creaky old archon doesn't have those huh. He feels awkward if you want to watch a trial, but he'll reluctantly agree because. well. it's you. just don't wave or anything he's trying to work and he just Really wants to see you smile at him like that again and it makes him lose his train of thought. gets custom clothes designed by Chiori to replace your clothes from Liyue because they smell of Zhongli and it makes him sulky + he likes to match.

G-d forbid these two are in the same room as you because it's a war of attrition at that point. Constant accidental brush of the hand against your shoulder or elbow but it's just them trying to get rid of the others scent. they are side eyeing each other behind your back while being all smiles whenever your looking. If it's hot and you lean into Neuvi more he's practically GLOWING. not even smug he's just absolutely smitten and happy to be of service. immediately takes off his gloves and presses his hands to your face asking if your okay and if you want to go back with him. if it's cold out and you seek out Zhongli more hes smug as hell beneath the calm veneer. Offers you his coat and stay as physically close to you as he can under the pretense of being worried you'll catch a cold if he doesn't warm you up.

don't even get me started on your house either because you probably have tons of gifts from both of them accumulated everywhere. if Neuvi sees you use a tea set from Zhongli suddenly he had a fantastic gift idea he thought you'd like. he even got some tea included with it so why don't you let him make you some? Zhongli sees you using a goblet Neuvi gave you (totally a coincidence it's similar to his) and suddenly you have 27 square cups in your cabinets that you have no idea where they came from. if the goblet is mysteriously missing oh well. who knows :]

[italyveneziano]

Idiot the original and idiot the sequel