#for the record I don't think we should worry about the pregnancy

[amelinah]

Honestly, being a Franco Colapinto fan is so difficult. Because after all the cancellation attempts, all the hate, the whole dating la China thing, what do you mean now we have a pregnancy scare? Can I get a moment of peace? I thought watching him race was the most stressful part of supporting him. I was so wrong.

[kokomyass]

Neuvillette ☆ To be a Father

Neuvillette x Fem!Reader Genre: ☁️ Word Count: 1943 Trigger Warnings ⚠️ : none!!

synopsis: in which, our cutesy hydro dragon is afraid he doesn't have what it takes to be a father...

a/n: hey guys yet again, half asleep when posting this....too tired to edit...really hope you enjoy this lowkey gave me baby fever 🔮🌙🔮

Neuvillette always thought of himself as an outcast to human society.

He would observe human customs and analyse them for decades trying to understand humans and their thoughts.

However, there was one concept he had never seemed to grasp despite his hundred years on Teyvat....and that was the concept of love.

Whether it was romantic love, platonic love or familial love, he always pondered what it would be like to fall in love?

Would it be a noticiable thing? Or would it be something that is destined from birth.

No matter how much he would tell himself he didn't need any sort of love, he always felt an ache in his heart seeing couples and their children interact.

However, that aching feeling in his heart soon turned to a warm one when he met you.

The feelings he felt around you exceeded any sort of feelings he thought he would feel after witnessing and analysing others relationships.

You were perfect in his eyes. You were beautiful and you were kind. You always knew how to reassure him when he became insecure about how he struggled to feel like he was included in society.

You knew Neuvillette was a genuinely caring individual no matter how humble he may try to be. He was always very busy but he always made sure to spend time with you even if it is while he is working.

That's why you knew he would be an amazing father.

"Hey, Neuvi, sweetheart!! I have some news...." you walked into his office as he looked up from the papers he was writing in with a warm smile reserved for you.

"What news do you have for me, my dear?" you were now stood in front of his desk. You placed your positive pregnancy test on his desk as he looked at it taking a moment to register what it was.

"I'm pregnant!"

The look of complete and utter shock on Neuvillette's face was something that would never make an appearance again...but you also couldn't ignore his trembling when he hugged you.

Neuvillette was happy to hear you were pregnant of course, it was something he yearned for many, many years, but he didn't know if he had what it took to bring up a child of his own....he wasn't even human.

After you gave birth you noticed that it began to rain quite a bit which made you chuckle slightly knowing that your husband was just a bit emotional about the birth of his own child.

Which brought you to where you both were now. It had been a week since your beautiful daughter was born and you had noticed Neuvillette had become very faraway. You often found yourself asking him things multiple times before he could actually answer, and he seemed to be acting rather clumsy (and for the record neuvillette is NEVER clumsy...) and it wasn't that he wasn't interacting with his daughter but when he would he would looked AWFULLY stiff...

"Ugh....I don't know what to do you guys!!" you rocked your sleeping daughter back and forth sighing.

You had invited your friends Chlorinde, Navia and Furina to your home to help you with Neuvillette's odd behaviour.

"Well, Y/N, have you spoken to him?" Navia suggested.

"Yes, Navia, of course I have! I asked him what the issue is and I even asked if it was about him thinking he wasn't a good father! But the same answer is always given....'I'm fine dear, don't worry about me just a bit tired is all'  and then he calls it a day!!" You were getting stressed as you began to rock your baby a bit faster.

"Y/N, maybe we should...uh...calme-toi...you might wake up your daughter..." Furina patted your arm, sweatdropping slightly. You sighed as you slowed your movements.

"Your right...I just wish he would talk more you know, he doesn't have to take everything on alone now..." you looked down at your baby sleeping calmly.

"Well, Y/N, knowing how much he loves you I'm sure he will open up sooner or later...and I believe he will have to for the sake of your future with you daughter." Chloride stated, making you feel slightly better.

"Yes! Maybe you can ask Sigewinne, maybe Neuvillette may seek advice from her especially if he doesn't want you to know!" Navia butted in as she poored some tea for everyone.

"You guys are right!! Thank you guys you always know how to help!" a wave of tiredness washed over you as your felt your daughter begin to stir awake.

"As much as I would love to carry on talking my baby needs to eat and I think the postpartum symptoms are hitting me...."

You said goodbye to everyone and sat in bed feeding your daughter before placing her in her bed to sleep. Your eyes felt heavy and lidded and as much as you wanted to stay awake for Neuvillette, your body betrayed you.

You felt a soft kiss on your head as you stirred awake looking up to see your husband's soft and beautiful eyes glowing at you.

"My deepest apologies to you my dear, work was extremely busy..." you chuckled softly as you hugged him tightly, interrupting his sentence.

"Don't worry my love, as long as your okay that's all that matters. We missed you." he smiles as he turns to the small bed your cute daughter is sleeping in.

"I missed you both an immense amount" He strokes her cheek softly but the flash of sadness that was on his face for a millisecond didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Neuvi, what is wrong, please tell me." you grabbed his hand and forced him to look at you. He looked a bit shocked for a moment before hiding it under a very faint smile.

"Y/N, don't worry, you need to stay healthy and happy, especially for our daughter." he strokes your hair as you frown at his answer.

He went to sleep next to you as it was nothing but you were going to find out what was going on.

Time Skip

You had secretly made it to the Fortress of Meropide to visit some good friends.

"Are you ready for this D/N?" you look down at your daughter in her little pram as she giggles excitedly clapping her hands together.

"That's my girl! Let's go!" you kissed your daughters nose before pushing her towards the infirmary.

You made it to the infirmary and you were lucky enough to see both Sigewinne and Wriothesley there having a conversation. Sigewinne was the first to notice you.

"Y/N!!!! It's so nice to see you! And you too little Y/N!!" Sigewinne ran up to you as you gave her a hug and she pat your daughters head making her giggle.

"It's nice to see you too Sigewinne! And hello Wriothesley."

"Hey there, Y/N..." Wriothesley walked up to you smiling. "Does ya kid still hate me?"

You laughed, "Let's see" you pointed to your daughter as Wriothesley put his finger out to her and she grabbed it giggling.

"Would you look at that!! Finally warming up to your uncle!!"

That's what Wriothesley thought before your daughter began biting his finger very hard.

"OWW! Why you-" he squinted at your child as you laughed.

Time went on and you explained the situation to them.

"I must say Neuvillette randomly came down here to talk to me...he never does that unless he wants to get his mind off something." Wriothesley folded his arms pondering.

"Yep! And Monsieur Neuvillette asked me if it is possible to bring up a child even if you aren't human...now it makes sense why he asked that. Of course I said yes!!" Sigewinne and Wriothesley had confirmed your suspiciouns.

"Oh, Neuvi, he may have the most authority in the whole of Fontaine, but he doesn't know how to listen to me..." you sighed shaking your head.

"Who would've thought a little girl would make him act like this? This is the first time I have veer seen him like this..." Wriothesley chuckles.

"Me too....I've been hear for as long as I can remember and he's never been this distressed...." Sigewinne but in placing a finger on her chin.

"Well, I suppose I should go and talk to him then...thank you so much for your help guys idk what I would do without you." you bid farewell to you Fortress companions before making your way to the Palais Mermonia.

Time Skip

You made it to the Palais Mermonia and rushed through all the doors until you made it to Neuvillette's office pushing the double doors open walking in with your pram.

"Neuvillette, we need to talk."

Neuvillette looked up from his work, shocked to see you there. He stood up and walked towards you.

"Y/N, what's going on? What wrong why do we need to-"

"Do you think you aren't going to be a good enough father to our daughter?" you folded your arms staring at him in the eyes.

Neuvillette stared at you wide-eyed, he stayed silent and looked at the floor avoiding your eyes.

You cupped his face in your hands and turned his head to lock eyes with you. You placed you lips on his softly as he melted into the sweet and soft kiss that had heavy emotion subdued in it.

"Neuvi...why would you ever think that? When I told you I was pregnant, I had no doubts or fears....not one...because I knew that no matter what you would craft our daughter into an amazing one with your amazing qualities. I know it sound cheezy....but Neuvi, I couldn't choose any other man to be the father of my daughter, so please, don't feel like you aren't enough your daughter loves you, and I love you and as long as you try that's all we care about."

You spilled your heart out as you stared at each other.

"I-" Neuvillette began speaking but suddenly it began to slowly rain outside.

You chucked, pressing a kiss on his nose.

"No need to feel sad my love." Neuvillette chuckled at your joke.

He looked at your daughter (who was really excited to see her dad) and picked her up rocking her back and forth.

"Y/N, I'm sorry. Sorry I didn't tell you. I felt like being a dragon, i have no human exlerience and i would lead out child down the wrong path. I should've told you so we could work it out but I just felt so unsure I found myself going to Wriothesley and Sigewinne for comfort. But none of that comfort I'd as good as the comfort of my family I must admit."

You chuckled hugging him tightly being careful now to wake the now asleep baby.

"Does this mean you will do nappy changes?"

"Of course, dear, I must relieve you of that stress!"

"This is why I love you~" You placed a kiss on his lips as he smiled warmly, a smile reserved for you AND his daughter.

"I love you both, my happiness."

A lil bonus:

It was nighttime and the baby had woken up crying and Neuvillette had gone to take care of it.

However, you being a curious little cat, you spied on them.

Neuvillette held her on his chest patting her back, humming a sweet melody to her.

"...Papa..." you daughter said her first word.

You could tell Neuvillette didn't seem to understand the significance of this based on how he carried on with whatever he was doing.

Meanwhile  you were crying...

Luckily, you were recording....it would be a reminder to explain to him later.

a/n: SOMEONE TELL ME THAT THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE BECAUSE I WAS A MESS WRITING THIS SHIT um love you guys hopw you enjoy anon that requested too 💜💜🍇🍇

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Drive My Car

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Summary: You still haven't learned your lesson… and are back with a Joe prank! Now it's calling your poor husband to tell him about your discovery of “Christmas gas”.

Warnings: Fluff, slight illusion to smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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December 12th, 2023

I still don't know how Joe isn't tired of me and my tricks yet. After all of the pranks I've pulled on him I just keep finding more.

Bored in bed since Joe was gone, I found a prank I could do on him over the phone and immediately got down to business.

He was at his parent's house helping his mom build a new dresser like the amazing son he is while I stayed at home with Tyson and Miles. They weren't awake yet so I could put Joe on speaker while recording with his iPad.

After making my hair look decent I pulled Joe’s contact up and called him.

In usual amazing husband fashion, he answered in less than two rings.

“Hey Joey.” - you

“Hey, Mama. What's up? Do I need to step outside for this.” - Joe

Even though I loved Robin with my whole heart, I really didn't want her to think I was a ditz who thought diesel was “Christmas gas”.

“Uhm, yes.” - you

“Okay gimme a sec.” - Joe

A few moments later you could hear the back sliding door shut and Joe told you to keep going.

“Okay so the other day I saw this TikTok about this thing called Christmas gas and I wanted to try it. So I did. Now my car barely even got home and it was making a weird sound.” - you

“Baby… what? What the fuck is Christmas gas and where did you get it?” - Joe

“The gas station we always go to! It's just gas that's supposed to smell like pine wood for the holidays.” - you

I had to mute myself because I was dying laughing. Joe sighed and groaned out of pure annoyance before clearing his throat to speak.

“You actually put it in your car?” - Joe

“Mhm. Should I have not of?” - you

“I don't know, y/n! I've never heard of damn Santa gas or whatever the hell!” - Joe

“Christmas gas! It’s a limited edition!” - you

“Limited edition… baby why would they have limited edition gas?” - Joe

“I don't know. It was like three more dollars a gallon though and didn't even smell like pine wood.” - you

“Oh my god. y/n, was it coming from the green nozzle?” - Joe

“Yes! You have heard of it!” - you

“y/n, that's diesel babe! Did you put diesel in your car?” - Joe

“No, I put the Christmas gas in.” - you

“The green nozzle is diesel, y/n. That's why it was 3 more dollars than the regular gas, and why your car isn't working, because you put diesel in your gas car!” - Joe

“Are you sure? The gas station was decorated for Christmas and the green pump even had lights on it.” - you

“Yes, I'm sure! I'm gonna have to call the mechanic and take your car in when I get home later. Hopefully, your engine isn't ruined.” - Joe

“Is my car going to be ruined, Joey?” - you

“I don't know baby. You have to stop doing those stupid TikTok trends, y/n.” - Joe

“I’m sorry Joe. If my car’s ruined don't feel like you have to get it fixed.” - you

“That's BS. Imma get your damn car fixed. Just promise you won't do stuff like that till you run it by me because it might be a scam.” - Joe

“Okay, baby. I love you.” - you

“I love you too, just don't use your car till I get home. If you need to go somewhere before I do just take one of mine.” - Joe

“Thank you, just one more thing to tell you before you go.” - you

“Please tell me you didn't get your oil changed with reindeer piss.” - Joe

I busted out laughing and Joe giggled along with me, proud of how he was quick enough to make a funny joke.

“No! But… this was a prank.” - you

“Oh my god y/n! So your car is fine?” - Joe

“Yes. I haven't even left the house… or even the bed yet today.” - you

“Shit babe, you had me worried for a minute. Well, I'm gonna go. I love you.” - Joe

“I love you too! Kinda sad I won't get to see you play sexy mechanic though.” - you

“Pregnancy hormones?” - Joe chuckled

“They’re through the roof.” - you giggled

“I’ll help when I get home.” - Joe

I could practically hear his smirk in his lust-laced promise.

“Bye, Joey.” - you

“Bye, Mama. Don’t be buyin’ any gasoline from elves ya hear?” - Joe

“Yes, sir.” - you laughed and Joe hung up

That gorgeous man is a saint for putting up with me.

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Authors note: this is my favorite thing ever?! Saw this request in my inbox and IMMEDIATELY started writing.

Request for this fic;

[fappinreborn]

Hey there! I have an idea for the VR Story. Maybe you have a Date with someone you Just matched. She also didn't know she was pregnant, but Your app shows it to you. You say you're going to the bathroom, but in reality you're controlling her pregnancy. Suddenly she is 43 weeks pregnant and you have set the contractions to never happen (of course you can change that after the date) you make her overdue with twins, then triplets. While she didn't even know she was pregnant until now

First of all, not a VR Story (it's an old DA story of mine). Secondly, this is a really interesting premise to work with. I think overdue and multiples aren't feasible here so I'm going for early singles. Third, I try to stray away from dialogue, so you could fill in the words yourself.

Pregnancy Control 3: Date Gone... Right?

One of my regular activities as a young adult is looking for love on the job dating apps. I had been meeting several girls over the years, some ghosted me after the first date, some went along for a month or two before breaking it off, even had one that lasted almost half a year. All the girls I met were fun and interesting, but turns out this one new girl that I'm meeting tonight pales in comparison to all of them.

When I arrived at the apartment to pick her up, the pregnancy control app, as usual flared up to show some pregnant woman near that apartment.... but it also included the girl that I'm going with. I sort of panicked but quickly read through her file.

Apparently she's just barely 6 weeks pregnant but didn't realize she was pregnant yet and the app offered me to control her pregnancy. The app seems to know me so well and have upgraded itself to even give suggestions to make it cryptic pregnancy and when I should stop growing her pregnancy, presumably to make the cryptic pregnancy plausible for her. 'The girl's been sleeping with other men.' I thought to myself.

I was... hesitant at first, wanting to separate my... normal life with my fetish, so I held it off... for now.

I picked up my date, looking fine with her casual T-shirt and jeans and went to a nice restaurant. We sat down, selected our food and talked for a while, getting to know each other. Things were going well, but in the back of my mind, the temptation kept shouting at me until it was too great to ignore.

I excused myself to the bathroom, sat down at the toilet and began activating her pregnancy, tuning her cryptic pregnancy to ~39 weeks and activating her labor, but reducing her contractions pain to 0. Don't want to distrupt the date, after all.

When I came back, I noticed that her belly had grown slightly but she did not notice anything. The date went back to normal until we've finished our food. We... were starting to play with our phone, so I figured it's time for execute the plan.

I made her go into the bathroom and made her water break subtly and let her have mild cramps afterwards. She voiced out her complaints to me, so I decided to take her home, knowing that the date I'm with is actually laboring and is about to deliver a whole baby soon. I helped her get into the car and then ramp up the labor progression. I started the record on the phone and began driving back to her apartment.

I was lowkey worried about her, as her cramps are getting worse and her legs are slowly spreading wide. The baby is fully dilated at this point and is starting the descend. I can hear her moaning in pain like a laboring mother would until all hell finally breaks loose.

We were around... 10 minutes from her apartment when I noticed her tight jeans began to bulge out. She reached down and told me that she felt something hard and round. Another round of cramps, a push and the bulge became more pronounced. She panicked, realizing that the thing coming out of her was none other than a baby. I acted panic in return as she began pushing hard. I quickly parked my car at the side of the road and then ran around to help her out.

I tried to help her, but the legs were too spread out to even pull the jeans off. I cupped the bulge and felt like the head was fully crowning at this point. She decided to go all in, pushing hard until the head popped out of her. With a bit of breathing room, she closed her legs a bit so I can unbutton her jeans off and pulled the pants down before she pushed again and got the baby out with one single push. She embraced the newborn baby in her arms with a mix of disbelief and joy.

I... offered her a ride to the hospital instead and she accepted, so I made a trip to her preferred hospital and dropped her off at the ER. She thanked me for the help with the birth of her child before I went back home...

I hope she's okay now... and I hope we can get more dates with her after this...

[pascaloverx]

OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter two

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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"You should tell him." Namjoon repeated once again as you avoided the topic by making tea.

"Do you think it's going to be a boy or a girl?" You tried to change the subject, which seemed impossible.

"Regardless of the baby's gender, you should let the father know." You rolled your eyes upon hearing that, as if everything would be resolved if Yoongi knew about the baby.

"I think I'd prefer a girl. But if it's a boy, I'll need tips on the male world. It's your duty as the baby's godfather to help me instead of just staring at me like that." Namjoon was giving you a judgmental look.

"Thanks for the honor of being the baby's godfather. I swear I'll be the best godfather I can be. But it's not fair to hide this situation from Yoongi. You know how I am about honesty." He's right about that.

"I'll talk to him. I don't intend to exclude him from our child's life, but it's difficult. Our last conversation took a somewhat dramatic turn. Not to mention, we both know your friend is famous." You were a bit nervous, contemplating the changes your life will undergo once the baby arrives. Uncertainty about the future lingered as you tried to focus on the decisions that needed to be made.

"It will be a challenge, but I trust you will succeed. Speaking of which, I have some bad news." Namjoon speaks fearfully as if he's trying to protect you from something.

"Spit it out." You speak as you mentally prepare yourself for what comes next.

"I came here not just because you called me but to ask you a favor." Namjoon seems worried about something and you notice that.

"Suga hasn't been able to compose lately. Which is making him feel a bit terrible. The boys and I think it's because he is missing you. So I came to beg you to help me with this." Namjoon is with a lost expression. As if you were the solution to Yoongi's problem.

"Mister Min Yoongi needs me apparently, what a surprise. What if you're wrong? What if he just has writer's block?" These are just some of the questions that are on your mind.

"I've known that man longer than you know. Trust me, he's not well." Namjoon seems sure you’re the solution. And at the moment, not knowing if it's pregnancy or your desire, You can't think of reasons not to go see your ex lover.

"To be sure, you owe me one. And I'm not going to tell Yoongi now, about the baby. If I'm going to do that, it's in my time. But I can go there and try to help." A nervousness begins to take over you as soon as Namjoon confirms that he will take you with him. A few minutes later you are already on your way to the company, Namjoon assures you that he spoke to the boss and that he authorized you to go there since you were hidden. Right now you’re hiding in Namjoon’s car.

"Do you think this will help?" You mutter almost to yourself, but Namjoon hears you as he guides you to where Yoongi is.

"I think you're the only person who can talk some sense into Yoongi. Maybe it would be good for you two to have a talk." That's all you hear Namjoon say before leaving you inside the studio where Yoongi is.

"I already said that I don't need to talk about Y/N. My difficulty doesn't come from the feeling of missing you. After all, I was the one who ended everything." Yoongi doesn't even turn from his chair to look at who entered. You think about giving up but you can tell by his impatient tone and the aesthetic of someone who hasn't left that recording studio in a while that he needs help.

"You better remember that, because coming all this way kind of hurts my ego." You say looking towards him who turns around in surprise to look at you.

"Are you really here?" Yoongi says, slowly getting up and walking towards your direction.

"I heard a rumor that you were sad, I needed to make sure. I mean, I wasn't even the one who ended our relationship." You say, approaching him, as if wanting to explore a new reality. He's unshaven, his hair is a little messy and he looks like he hasn't slept in a while.

"They must really be worried. They brought you here." He seems to have realized how worried the boys and the company are about him.

"What's happening to you?" You speak softly like you're curious. Your hand automatically touches Yoongi's face who, without thinking, ends up hugging you. A strong hug like someone who wants to say "I miss you".

"I thought it would be better to end a relationship that was doomed to fail than to stay with the woman I love." He whispers and before you notice, he's almost falling asleep in your arms.

"You need to focus on what's best for you and your group. Breaking up with me was your decision and unfortunately decisions come with consequences. But that doesn't mean either of us will be happy separate from the other. " You say remaining in place, hugging Yoongi and at that moment that was everything you wanted.

[ateriblewriter]

Flowers in the Garden (j.h)

a/n: something i mention in the blurb snack time got me thinking. im sorry.

warnings: pregnancy, loss of a child (its mostly talked about i do not go into the story of what exactly happened)

most days when he got home he would find you working in your little garden in the backyard. it was a place of solace. the work of planting, caring for and reaping the fruits of your labor, a prideful feeling for you.

today he found you just sitting there, staring at the three little yellow flowers that had been planted there. correction, there were two plants in the ground and one that look like it had been pulled out lying on the ground.

"it was an accident. i didn't mean to do it." you stared ahead when jack sat next to you in the dirt.

"i know. things happen. we can replant it or get a new if that's what you want." he pulled you closer to him, nestling your face into his chest.

"i'm sorry."

"it's okay."

he could feel warm tears starting stain the sweater he was wear, while his own threatened to fall. it seemed a common occurrence this time of year.

jack knew the significance of these three particular flowers in the garden. it pained him as much as did it you when a new one was planted. he hated seeing you hurt like that.

"i don't know if i can do this again." you pull away to look at your husband placing a hand on your protruding belly.

"hey. everything will be fine this time. the doctor said he is healthy and strong. and and the heartbeat" jack fumbled to open his phone were he had a recording saved, he needed to hear it from time to time to reassure himself it was real.

"that's what they said last time, and they were wrong. they were wrong jack!" you start shaking, taking bigger breaths of air as the anxiety of the aforementioned started taking over. "i don't want another flower in the garden. i i can't."

"breath baby. breath." he wrapped his arms tighter around you as best he could with the baby bump.

jack had been getting ready for a playoff game against the rangers in new york that day in early may when he received the panicked call from you telling him something was wrong with the baby. he could hear how scared you were when you said you couldn't feel her moving anymore.

he tried to get back to you as fast as he could. fear consuming him worrying about his wife and unborn child. by the time he got to the hospital there was nothing that could be done to save the baby.

another flower was purchased to placed next to the others.

and now that flower had been accidentally pulled out of the ground.

once the attack had subsided, jack brought you back inside the house. he drew circles over you skin, trying to soothe and lull you to sleep. he stayed with you until sleep got the better of you.

"i love you y/n hughes more than you can ever know. it will be different this time. "

jack kissed his wife's cheek and the bump around the area his head should be before momentarily leaving. he had a quick job to do.

he replanted the flower. doing it himself acted like a promise to the others that he was going to do everything in his power to make sure the outcome was different this time. because he too couldn't buy another flower for the garden.

shall i continue?

[renee-writer]

The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 34

AO3

“It is simple. As there is no children and as Mr. Randall isn’t contesting the divorce, you will be legally freed of him within two months time.” Her barrister, Geillis Duncan, tells her.

 

“Thank you. That is wonderful news.” Even though, via the theory of the goose and the gander, she shouldn’t be feeling guilty, she is. It is making her stomach roll. To be free of him and Jamie to be free of Anna, that is the best possible news.

 

“Aye, with a philander like your ex, freedom is always the goal.”

 

Was it guilt that made her feel suddenly lightheaded? She grabs on to the front of the desk. Miss Duncan frowns and comes around to her.

 

“I’m okay just a bit dizzy.”

 

“The relief can cause strong reactions.” She looks down on her with a frown.

 

“True. Have you ever had a client pass out?” At this, she kneels down.

 

“You are a doctor, eh? Should I call someone?”

 

Not just guilt, Claire thinks, something physical is causing this. Blood sugar? No, she ate a hearty breakfast this morning.  Inner ear infection? No, no pain or ringing. Some sort of virus? Maybe but no fever, no other symptoms but a rolling stomach.

 

It hits her like a flash of lighting. She raises her head so fast she almost knocks into Miss Duncan.

 

“Oh God! I think I am pregnant!”

 

“I thought you and Mr. Randall weren’t  sleeping together? A coming child would complicate things.”

 

“Not Frank. He wouldn’t be the father,” she bites her lip as she prepares to confess, “I recently renewed relations with my university lover. Frank is sterile. Medically documented. In case he would try something.”

 

Geillis stands and walks back behind her desk.  With a brisk nod, she makes a note. “Alright, no worries. You won’t be showing until the divorce is final.  I can get his medical records if he decides to contest the paternity of the child.”

 

“Your not judging me for having an affair?”

 

She shakes her head with a smile. “No, for you aren’t. You are legally separated. Now he, shagging uni students, he is guilty of adultery. You are only guilty of living the life he denied you.”

 

She smiles, nods, and releases her breath. To have her approval without condemnation, is brilliant.  A baby something she has longed for, for twenty years, is even more so.

 

“Let me know when you find out for certain. I will move to expedite this divorce.”

 

“Thank you Miss Duncan.”

 

“You can call me Geillis.” She shakes her hand and leaves. The drug store will be her next stop, for a pregnancy test.

 

“Follow me,” she takes his hand, leading him to the loo, “just a bit farther.”

 

“Why are we heading to the loo? You wish the shower together,” his voice turns husky, “I can get your back and front.”

 

“Later. I have something to show you,” she leads him in, shuts the door, before picking up the stick, “Here.”

 

He takes it, looks down, and then up at her, his mouth opening and closing, without words.

 

“Yes. That was my reaction. My barrister, Geillis Duncan, says my divorce will be finalized in two months. That will be before I start showing. Hopefully yours can be done as soon as possible too. We can only hide it so long before…”

 

“Hush,” he places his hand over her mouth, “We are going to be parents! All the rest will matter later. Please, tell me how you feel about it.”

 

She smiles under his hand. He moves it.  “Shocked, at first. Followed by joy, then fear due to the circumstances, then relief. I have wanted a child for so long, to be having one with you, it is brilliant!”

 

“Aye, it is!” He showers joyful kisses across her face before taking her lips. They kiss, her pressed against the sink. He places the positive test on it before undoing her shirt. She is working on his pants. She wears a skirt that he moves up to her upper thighs. He grows in her hand after she frees him from his jeans and underwear. He lowers the cups of her bra, fingers work her nipples. His other hand jerks her panties to the side.

 

She moves him into place and her enters her with a quick jerk.  They come together fast and hard. She finds her pleasure within minutes. He isn’t far behind.

 

He rests his sweaty head against hers as the fight to catch their breaths.

[cannotflyarc]

✩ - for arthur & johanna

DISAGREEMENTS.

who is more likely to raise their voice? i say arthur, but johanna's absolutely had her moments. who threatens to leave but never actually does? well. who actually keeps their word and leaves? well.............. johanna. who trashes the house? neither. do either of them get physical? never to each other. how often do they argue/disagree? pre-divorce? lots and lots of confrontations about his gambling addiction. when they've become accountability partners? still a fair amount while they're recovering and not really themselves. after the remarriage? they argue like any other couple. it's healthy, but they're not shouting at each other. who is the first to apologize? johanna.

SEX.

who is on top? surprise, surprise it's johanna. who is on the bottom? arthur. who has the strangest desires? i don't know if arthur has any? any kinks? what if you say nice things to her during? who’s dominant in bed? i honestly think it might vary more but johanna does prefer that role. is head ever in the equation? if so, who is better at performing it? uh uh. ever had sex in public? no more than honeymoon beach. who moans the most? i don't know if arthur does? who leaves the most marks? johanna doesn't do that so. who screams the loudest? nope. who is the more experienced of the two? johanna isn't (unless she had anthony before which we haven't plotted out yet lol), so i'd say arthur? do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? make love. rough or soft? soft. how long do they usually last? honestly......they could go at it for like forty-five minutes. is protection used? they should not have another baby despite arthur's wants in the s.ims 4 (unless they want one later), so yes. does it ever get boring? nah. where is the strangest place they’d have sex? beach at night, but since they have a five-year-old, i think they get a little creative.

FAMILY.

do your muses plan on having children/or have children?  i don't know if they planned on it when they got married originally? johanna's thoughts on having children in modern verses are mixed and she panicked when she found out she was pregnant, but she's more than happy to have pammy. if so, how many children do your muses want/have? they have paloma birdie and johanna is good with one child, especially since her pregnancy with her was very stressful. if it happens, then it happens, but one is enough. who is the favorite parent? i do think paloma and johanna have a closer relationship because johanna was actually, uh, involved in the first five years of her life whereas arthur was not. who is the authoritative parent? johanna. who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? both of them. who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? arthur. who turns up to extracurricular activities to support their children? both of them. when johanna is in the hospital, if paloma is in a little skit at school, arthur is required to record it for her. who goes to parent teacher interviews? both of them, but it was just johanna in the beginning. who changes the diapers? johanna because someone wasn't there. who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? johanna because guess who wasn't there. who spends the most time with the children? pre reconciliation, obviously it's johanna, but once they're married again i think arthur ends up spending more time with her since johanna works at a clinic. who packs their lunch boxes? johanna. i don't know if she ever recovers from the times arthur forgets to feed her. who gives their children ‘the talk’? johanna. who cleans up after the kids? both of them. who worries the most? johanna. who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? arthur.

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle? seeing as how that’s the way they sleep every night…..both of them. who is the little spoon? they swap, but typically arthur.  who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? mr. beach makeout  who struggles to keep their hands to themself? johanna just needs to be touching him all the time. how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? forever. who gives the most kisses? well. what is their favorite non-sexual activity? they’re pretty satisfied with boring lives. going for walks together and watching movies on the couch with paloma. where is their favorite place to cuddle? in bed since arthur loves having a bed again :(  who is more likely to playfully grope the other? i know johanna isn’t how often do they get time to themselves? when they’re home from work and pam is sleeping.

SLEEPING.

who snores? if both do, who snores the loudest? i could see arthur honestly. do they share a bed or sleep separately? if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? before they’re together-together again, arthur sleeps on the couch pullout. after he gets his ring back, they’re sharing a bed again.  who talks in their sleep? johanna does a little bit.  what do they wear to bed? johanna is a pj pants and sweatshirt kind of girl…………..and stealing his clothes. are either of your muses insomniacs? johanna. can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? probably not?  do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? LIMBS. who wakes up with bed hair? arthur because he needs a hair cut.  who wakes up first? they wake up around the same time, but typically johanna is up earlier.  who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? neither.  what is their favorite sleeping position? cuddle?  who hogs the sheets? johanna.  do they set an alarm each night? yes, but they wake up before it.  can a television be found in their bedroom? unless arthur buys one for their room, no.  who has nightmares? both of them.  who has ridiculous dreams? paloma. who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? johanna on occasion.  who makes the bed?  johanna. what time is bed time?  no set bedtime.  any routines/rituals before bed? johanna braids her hair or throws it up another way and reads a chapter of her book.  who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? arthur.

WORK.

who is the busiest? both of them have therapy and jobs and have to take care of paloma. i would say johanna just because her job is slightly more demanding.  who rakes in the highest income? johanna.  are any of your muses unemployed? not anymore! who takes the most sick days? i have the feeling neither of them are big fans of taking care of themselves when they’re sick.   who is more likely to turn up late to work? neither.  who sucks up to their boss? neither.  what are their jobs? arthur worked at a diner so he could take care of paloma, johanna is a pedatric medical assistant.  who stresses the most? johanna.  do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? johanna loves hers.  are your muses financially stable? yes, but there’s been some tight times and she’s had to rely on her inheritance which she hates. 

HOME.

who does the washing? johanna. who takes out the trash? arthur, but jo did it for years without him. who does the ironing? johanna. who does the cooking? this one is difficult since they both have rocky relationships with food. johanna’s cooking skills are dino nuggets in the oven and cutting up apple slices to feed the kindergartener, but she does have her moments where she makes things for him? i don’t either of them are very good, but it’s a mix or arthur does it.   who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? johanna.  who is messier?  arthur gives me messier vibes.  who leaves the toilet roll empty? neither.  who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? neither.  who forgets to flush the toilet? neither.  who is the prankster around the house? neither.  who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? jo can’t drive.  who mows the lawn? arthur, but their yard isn’t super big. johanna used to pay a kid in the neighborhood to mow it for her.  who answers the telephone? they don’t have a landline.  who does the vacuuming? johanna. who does the groceries? both of them to make sure each other is healthy.  who takes the longest to shower? johanna.  who spends the most time in the bathroom? johanna.

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem? at the height of arthur’s gambling addiction and before johanna left him, i think so. they just had a baby and he was struggling. how many cars do they own? one. johanna can’t drive so she didn’t own one before arthur came back. do they own their home or do they rent? jo’s got a mortgage and everything.  do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? near the coast.  do they live in the city or in the country?  suburbs. johanna hates the city.  do they enjoy their surroundings? johanna is very happy with her little house in suburbia. this is the life she’s always wanted and when arthur gets his wedding ring back? it’s perfect.  what’s their song? hmmmm.  what do they do when they’re away from each other? working mostly. or johanna was in the hospital. they also have therapy and other ways of helping them become healthy again.  where did they first meet? (to be plotted.) how did they first meet? see above.  who spends the most money when out shopping? neither.  who’s more likely to flash their assets? what assets  who finds it amusing when the other trips over? neither.  any mental issues? yeah :(  who’s terrified of bugs? neither.  who kills the spiders around the house? both of them.  their favorite place? the beach.  who pays the bills? johanna doesn’t really trust arthur with the finances.   do they have any fears for their future? johanna admits that she is afraid arthur will relapse someday and she’ll have to leave him again, but that’s mostly her overthinking.  who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? :( who uses up all of the hot water?  look johanna has lots of hair to wash.  who’s the tallest? arthur.  who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? hmmm both.  who wanders around in their underwear? neither give me that impression.  who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? johanna.  what do they tease each other about? they’re very cautious about teasing each other because there’s so many lines that cannot be crossed so usually inside jokes.  who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? maybe johanna but it’s mostly because she’s sad he was homeless and couldn’t afford much.   do they have mutual friends? most of johanna’s friends are the fellow moms on the pta or co-workers so….. who crushed first?  hmmm. any alcohol or substance related problems? arthur smokes, which johanna hates.  who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? i say arthur?? who swears the most? arthur.

[merakiui]

Tweels catching darling masturbate:

"I was thinking of having some fun with shrimpy but it seems that shrimpy only wanted fun for herself, you always act like a totally good and innocent lil student, turns out lil shrimpy was a pervert all along. I bet you enjoy every single thing I do to you." Floyd sneers, he wasn't too happy about you having your own fun without him.

"Say floyd, how should we punish this vicious slut? Shall we edge her until she passes out? Or should we fill her to the brim until she is pregnant?" Jade smirks.

(cw: yandere, dub-con, nsfw, female reader, breeding kink/pregnancy, mention of blackmail, just pure filth because i feel like we don't discuss the twins' eel forms enough orz)

It's really not fair that you started having fun without them! You're so cruel. :( Taking you in human form is pleasurable enough, but they really want to make sure you're properly knocked up by the time they're through punishing you. So while you're coming down from the highs of orgasm, the twins are dragging you away to Octavinelle for your punishment. You're still dazed and horny, and even though you should object when they force you to drink a potion that allows you to breathe underwater (can't have you drowning in the midst of breeding, after all. <3) and work hastily to tear the rest of your clothes from your body you can't find it in yourself to stop them. Your brain might flash alarms, but your body is so heated and sensitive and you can't think of anything else as you stare into their hypnotic, mismatched gazes.

They skip foreplay and the tantalizing build-up altogether and are content to sandwich you between the both of them in the water, tails curling around your legs. You hardly put up much of a struggle and are practically putty in their arms, exchanging breathless, sloppy kisses as they stuff their cocks into your tight holes. It doesn't matter whether or not you want children. By the end of the evening, you'll be begging them for it, too cock-drunk to think of anything else other than the filthy things they tell you. The twins think you're so cute when you're honest like this. All those things you said about how you wished they'd leave you alone and that they're creepy and that you can't trust them and you hate how they stalk you... That means nothing now.

They cum inside so many times it's difficult to keep track. They can't wait until you're pregnant. Just thinking of all the cute children the three of you will have together and how domestic you'll be and how swollen your belly will get with every passing month is enough to get them hard again. In their mer forms, they're much larger and stronger, so even if you do pass out from exhaustion they can keep fucking into your already stuffed pussy. And they'll litter your entire body in bites. Smelling and tasting your blood as it tinges the water is always a delight for them, and they can't help marking you with rough, sudden bites, if only to hear more of your precious cries and moans.

The twins definitely get an ego boost if you mention anything about them being too big for you to handle. >:) Is their cute shrimpy scared they won't fit? Don't worry. You're so wet that they'll slip right in, and even if the squeeze is tight and uncomfortable at first you'll learn to enjoy the pain. And whoever gets you pregnant first gets bragging rights. :)

They probably fucked you in the aquarium. Azul definitely recorded it for blackmail and for his own reasons but you don't need to know that. And when you wake the following morning, sore and covered in bruises and bites and lying between the both of them on Jade's bed, you'll realize the twisted nature of the situation. But Jade and Floyd come from a good, well-off family. You'll be taken care of and their parents will be so pleased to meet you! Just don't think about running away. If they catch you, your punishment won't be very enjoyable. But you wouldn't dream of running away. After all, you told the both of them that you loved them while they were stuffing you with thick, virile cum, and they take confessions like that very seriously.

[yanderecandystore]

Oh my god!! Welcome back!!!

This is my first time requesting, I've been reading your works for a long time now...

Can I please request, the yandere bullies on how they'd react to their darling getting another girl pregnant, like a secret girlfriend, and then darling marries her out of responsibility and love but not only that, the girl happens to be wealthier than the Coldwells.

TW/Tags: mentions of pregnancy // rich people (that's an tw of it's own lol) // kidnapping // implied torture // angst // this is pretty short and messed up // mentions of sadism and mentions of unhealthy worship // implied unrequited touch

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Wedding vowels [Yandere!Bully OCs x Amab!Reader x ??? - Headcanon]:

Way to subtly flex your hot wealthy gf on them 💀 If you tell me that she isn't a possessive, obsessive AND abusive partner then damn, they're screwed.

I mean how can you do better than that?? She is perfect and they're a complete mess, I'm pretty sure you can imagine how they would feel.

I'm going to assume this darling is amab, though I'll keep referring to them as they/them because I can.

This is pretty short but I'll say it again, it's kinda depressing.

🎇 Let me set the stage for a quick sec!🎇

A private call between two best friends has been recorded without the knowledge nor permission of either parties.

"{...}"

"- I can't even begin to explain how happy I am! The preparations for our wedding have just begun and there's just so much stuff to do!"

"- Oh my God congratulations! I'm so happy for you, I know you two have been together for a long time so it's not really a surprise that you would get engaged-"

"- Yeah- Hahaha! Oh I forgot to tell you how it happened! You should have seen their proposal, the ring- Sigh, just so beautiful- Though, again, it's not like we weren't planning it for a while already-"

"- I know but… Aren't you two may be rushing things? Sorry, I don't mean to sound rude, it's just that this was all so sudden and you didn't even graduate yet."

"- See, I have other news to tell you, I didn't want to tell others because you know how things spread around the academy."

"- Absolutely, I mean people are thinking you're dead or stuck in [Y/n]'s basement- Some have even made up that you're pregnant!-"

"...."

"- … Well~ I guess it's no new news then!"

"- Oh my God- OH MY GOD, NO WAY-"

"- YES WAY, VANESSA-"

"- YOU- YOU WERE PLANNING TO TELL ME WHEN EXACTLY?? WHY AM I HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW?!"

"- I'm sorry!! Again I didn't want it to spread like wildfire, ya know??"

"- But you know how I need to get emotionally ready before any major event, how am I going to spoil your kid if I don't get a heads-up first??"

"- It's been just three months."

"- And I heard about it just now, Sophie!"

"- Ugh, you're so dramatic~ It's no big deal anyway-"

"- No big deal??! Girl-"

"- What? I'll just be marrying the love of my life and having a beautiful family together and I'm totally NOT on cloud nine right now."

"- Sophiee~"

"- I'm just- I'm just so happy I can barely contain it, ya know??"

"- Sophie?"

"- … I just - I love them, and I can't-"

"- Sophie, are you crying??"

"- Y-Yesh."

"- Sophie Anderson, you better cheer up right now because I'll personally invade your house and hug the shit out of you."

"- But I am cheered! I'm overjoyed, words can't express how much this means to me."

"- Well, I know, I know that- I'm just trying to stop you from crying!"

"- Heh, I know. Thank you, Vans. But don't worry, there's no way in hell that I would ever be sad, not from now on at least."

"- Awn, I wish the best for both of you, I hope you'll be happy!"

"- Thank you..!"

"- I'll have to go now, but I want ALL of the details okay?? You still didn't mention how they proposed, knowing them I bet it was a mess- I'll call you soon alright? Please take some rest."

"- Pfft- Hey, give them some credit! It was just the sweetest thing (and not messy at all!), I'll tell you all about it later then, see ya soon!"

"[.]"

End of recording.

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

Can you imagine how pissed off and devastated this girl is??

"- NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!! This isn't FAIR!" She would scream while banging her head on the table, which I guess anyone would do if they were in this weird situation.

Can you imagine falling in love with someone, but then hearing that not only they had a partner already- They were ENGAGED and were going to have a CHILD TOGETHER??!

To add salt to injury, it was fuckin SOPHIE ANDERSON, because of course it was!!

"- That two-faced, darling snatching whore! How could she?! How could she, how could she, how could she, how could she, how could she, how could she?!!"

Sophie and Alexandra weren't exactly the best of friends, but at least they weren't exactly on "bad terms" (not until now at least). I like to think they used to know each other from some sort of choir that Alexandra participated in when she was younger (and when people couldn't really judge her horrible singing voice).

Sophie Anderson wasn't considered a public menace like the Coldwell twins, but people did know she was rich.

"- Oh I bet she BOUGHT them with her kindness and stupid loads of money, God, darling you're such a CHEAP HOE!"

She is fuming with rage and betrayal, thinking that Sophie was aware of her crush on you. Her "tsundere af" crush on you.

Okay let's be honest, it wasn't exactly a secret that Alexandra had a thing for you, but everyone including you just assumed it was part of the bullying schedule to be pinned down and whispered twisted sweet nothings.

Oh, and how could you, how could you impregnate another woman, an absolute nobody who's only good at singing because her parents are rich music fanatics! She knows how much money they wasted in making that girl a "natural talent".

She has cried and screamed for hours after hearing the recorded call, I guess you can imagine how awful it would feel to be in her position and see you proudly take responsibility over a kid that shouldn't even exist (in her eyes). She wished she could go back in time and be the exact person you see in Sophie, maybe then you would have given HER a kid instead of this- Wicked siren! Who stole you away from her!

"- What does she have that I DON'T!?! What could she ever provide to you that I couldn't make it double, you selfish brat!!"

One day before your wedding the only thing you saw was the look of an enraged Alexandra who had painstakingly planned your entire new life beside her overnight. Or more accurately, under her.

"- I give you freedom and the first thing you do is betray my trust, I thought you would know better than to sleep with some lowlife- CLEARLY, you need someone to teach you a lesson or two about respect!"

"- You stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid-" She can't find the words to continue, she wants to curse you, to yell at you and to punish you from misbehaving.

But then again she also wants to kiss you and be held by you, to be reassured that she isn't this monster you're so desperately trying to crawl away from, but she is.

She knows she is. She knows why would have chosen sweet Sophie over her, Sophie never bullied you.

Sophie probably wouldn't have kidnapped you and hurt you to get your love back, because she doesn't need to do that.

You love her for who she is, you love her without being told to and that's something Alexandra will never have.

"- I… I can be better than her-! I can give you a kid too- I can give you anything… As long as you obey. As long as you're not stupid again, dumbass…"

For a moment she considered comforting you, but after a regretful torture session she doesn't have enough courage to look at your fearful and spiteful eyes and give you a slice of her softer side. But since you're here with her now, she'll have plenty of time to rebuild what she completely destroyed.

→ Adrien Coldwell:

Can you imagine how absolutely depressed and devastated this boy is?

He hasn't come out of his room ever since hearing the recorded call between Sophie and her friend. He kept trying to "wake up", as childish as this sounds.

"- … It's a nightmare, it's a nightmare, it's a nightmare, it's not real, please…"

Can you imagine falling in love with someone, but then hearing that not only they had a partner already- They were ENGAGED and were going to have a CHILD TOGETHER??!

And to add salt to injury, it was Sophie Anderson, the little singer wannabe.

"- Heartless…" He couldn't believe he helped boost her music career by using her song on some of his reels. He'll be deleting those if he doesn't end up just deleting his Instagram account.

Differently from Alexandra's relationship with Sophie, Adrien DID consider her a friend, or at least someone trustworthy- He had never suspected that you two were a thing…

"- You're heartless- You're also so fucking heartless, darling!" He didn't come out of his room that day, just mumbling to himself and whimpering at the thought of you not only marrying someone else, but also building a family with them.

Just because he can't give birth to a kid, doesn't mean he wouldn't go above and beyond to give you one- If he knew that it was something you dreamed about then he would bring your fantasies into reality, be through adoption, artificial insemination, tube babies, he doesn't care!

He would have preferred using witchcraft to birth a demon child (despite his skepticism and disinterest in the occult) than to ever see you holding someone other than him in your arms.

"- … You're evil… You're so, so evil dear… I could have given you anything, I was READY to give you anything you desire… I just wanted you to be mine…!" His voice is pathetically wimpy for someone who has kidnapped you just a day before your wedding, probably because he hasn't taken really good care of himself during the meantime, only focusing on planning for your new life beside him. Or more accurately, above him.

He has been broken down so severely that although he is aware you look at him with nothing but hatred and fear- He doesn't care anymore, he just wants to be able to have you and worship you.

It wasn't a secret that Adrien had some sort of weird crush towards you, though you just assumed he was infatuated with the pain he used to bring you, not WITH you.

"- I gave you freedom and the first thing you did was to betray me… I thought you would know better than to sleep with some- Traitor. But that's okay- I can still fix this! I can show you how much you can truly be adored…"

How sickening, to be crawling to you as if you were a deity and he was the dirty mortal trying to beg for forgiveness, and in a sense, he was!

But deep down, despite his worn-out condition and overall adoration towards you, his pathetic attempts to make amends with you are hiding his desire to take you by force and smother you with love and hate.

He wished that YOU would have been in his position, to be the one to beg for forgiveness and to come close to him willingly- To worship him and prove to him he isn't this vermin of a person who adores you but also loathes you.

"- I can give you so much, I could be so much better than she could ever be… Why don't you just listen to me, for once!" He begs you, the gagged and heavily tied down victim, to give him a crumb of your attention.

But as he notices your reluctance and clear disgust over his presence, he is sure that this isn't just his mind talking- You really do think he is a vermin! A pest poisoning your veins with each word of praise, with each trembling soft kiss and with the callused touches wherever his filthy hands get on your body.

He knows you can never love a vermin, he knows that you'll never look up to him as you looked up to Sophie. He knows he can't give you what your heart desires, he knows that even if he could give you a kid, you wouldn't be affectionate to it like you seemed to be to your "other" kid.

But even if he can't offer you a real family, he can offer you his servitude! His loyalty, his desire, his soul, his body, all of his money. All of his love, even if he doesn't have enough courage to openly say it, he feels unworthy of even saying he loves you.

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[sesamestreep]

AND bc i know u love a good rogue one, rogue one crew and “booties” perhaps???!!

went ahead and posted this on AO3 as well, since it got well out of hand.... thanks for waiting six months for this, phil! <3

Jyn is already back in their quarters, cleaned up from their mission and wearing fresh clothes, by the time that Cassian is finished with his debrief with Draven. He returns to find her sprawled out on their bed with her wet hair that she hasn't even bothered to comb out soaking into the pillow beneath her head and her sleep shirt folded up to her ribs so she can rest her hands on her bare stomach. She's not showing yet, not even a little, which is odd mostly because Jyn feels so different already. It's unnerving to know something is happening inside of her body and have no external sign of it, so she's taken to resting in this position as a means of coping with that weirdness.

Cassian has seen this before, of course, but he still raises his eyebrows at the sight of her, a gesture she knows to mean he's worried by her behavior but trying to act casual about it. There's a whole scale of nervous Cassian gestures she's become an expert in and, if she's reading things correctly, this one is thankfully on the milder end of it.

"Anything?" He asks, as he hangs his jacket on a hook by the door.

"No, nothing," she replies, as she watches him take off his boots and line them up neatly against the wall. He pauses a moment to arrange hers—flung off haphazardly as soon as she got home and ultimately left wherever they happened to land—in order next to them and she feels a rush of affection for him. He is so full of little kindnesses and considerations like that; she doesn't know what she did to deserve him.

"Oh."

"I'm not worried," Jyn adds. "The medical droid said we won't feel any movement or kicking until at least the second trimester."

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

Cassian sighs as he flops down next to her on the bed. "If you're not worried, I'm not worried."

She smiles. "You're always worried."

"Well, that's...true, I guess. But I'm not worried about this, at the moment."

"What are you worried about, then?"

"The threat that the Empire poses to freedom for all peoples and planets across the Galaxy, of course," he says, without a moment's hesitation.

Jyn groans. "Cassian..."

That just makes him laugh, unfortunately. When she tries to shove him away, though, he sobers immediately. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, you know," he says, carefully.

"I'm fine," she says, more quickly than anyone who's ever actually been fine has ever said those words, so she pauses and actually takes a moment to think about it before she continues. "You said they needed to know and I agreed. And you said that they needed to hear it from us, before I started showing or news got around the base, and I also agreed with that.”

When Cassian doesn’t say anything in response, she adds, “So we told them. And it was fine. Was I maybe expecting more of a reaction from everyone? Sure. But it doesn't really matter."

This last part of her speech would probably be more believable if it wasn’t also the moment she bursts into tears. There’s plenty of reasons she can think of that she’s losing it now—she’s coming off three long weeks on a difficult mission in one of the Empire’s last strongholds with little sleep and zero privacy, for starters—but she knows it’s really her stupid hormones that should shoulder most of the blame.

For the record, she officially hates this part of pregnancy, though that isn’t saying much. There aren’t a lot of parts she does like, to be perfectly honest, and she hasn’t done a great job of hiding that fact from Cassian. He wouldn’t want her to, she knows, but she can also tell it makes him feel guilty, that he wants this to be a magical, wonderful time for her, rather than uncomfortable and strange. She keeps assuring him that she’s going to love the actual kid when it gets here, that she doesn’t have to love being pregnant just as long as she loves being someone’s mother, but it’s been hard for both of them in different ways.

She feels Cassian wrap his arms around her middle and haul her in close to his side and she remembers that this is the thing they’re good at. It wasn’t easy in the beginning—not with the way either of them grew up—but somehow, over the years, they’ve managed to find a place in between their disparate experiences where they can make a home together, a place where they’re always safe. In moments like this, when it’s just the two of them together in this world of their own, she doesn’t worry at all about their future. So long as this baby is half-Cassian, she is going to love it beyond belief. It’s going to be so easy.

She burrows even further into his embrace and he breathes in deeply, like he’s trying to catch the scent of her soap, and then exhales in a way that makes her think he was still holding onto a lot of tension from their mission. She shamelessly exploits the fact that she’s carrying his child and therefore he can’t begrudge her anything by wiping her nose on his shirt. He makes an exaggeratedly disgusted face at her in return, which makes her laugh. If her laughter sounds a little damp, it doesn’t really matter; she’s stopped crying, at least.

“It’s okay if it hurt your feelings, you know,” Cassian says, gently, after they’ve been quiet a moment.

“What?”

“The crew’s reaction to our news. It’s okay if you imagined it going differently.”

Jyn thinks about this, really and truly, because she’s not sure what she imagined. She and Cassian had agreed to make their announcement to the crew when they returned to base after their mission. It had felt important that everyone hear it from them, rather than through the Alliance rumor mill, especially since discretion has proven to be a difficult concept to impress on medical droids and they’ve become somewhat notorious for blurting out sensitive information about patients to anyone with the appropriate security clearance. Still, she hadn’t bothered to let her imagination run wild with different scenarios of how the crew would take the news of her pregnancy. She barely knows how to feel about it herself most days, let alone trying to imagine what other people will think.

But, obviously these aren’t just any other people. The Rogue One crew is basically a family at this point and, whether she likes it or not, she cares what they think. With the clarity of hindsight, she now realizes she’d wanted them to be happy about it, which just made their nonplussed reactions that much more difficult to handle. Everyone had taken the news in much the same way they’d probably have responded to an announcement that they needed to land the ship in a different dock. It had mostly been blank stares and a few nods of understanding, and then everyone had gone back to their assigned tasks, eager to wrap up the mission and get some rest. Bodhi had clapped her on the shoulder as he passed by and murmured his congratulations to the both of them, but that was as effusive as the reactions got.

Jyn probably would have stood there gobsmacked in the middle of the cargo hold for another twenty minutes if Cassian hadn’t put his hand on her back and given her a pointed look that said they could talk about this later. He knows her well enough to understand the last place she’d like to fall apart is on a mission, in front of the crew that trusts and relies on her. She’d been thankful for him, then, just as she is now. Sometimes it can drive her crazy how well he knows her, that he can often tell how she’s feeling before she’s even figured it out for herself, but mostly it feels like a gift, to have someone like that in her life. Thanks to him, they’d been able to finish out the mission without issue and, as soon as they were back on base, Cassian had dismissed everyone else and dragged K2 off with him to report to Draven, giving Jyn the opportunity to return to their quarters and untangle the knot of emotions she was feeling in peace.

“Did it bother you?” She asks him, coming back to the present. She hasn’t fully processed her feelings on the matter and, as crazy as it might sound, sometimes she has an easier time identifying her own emotions once she hears him talk about his.

“I was...surprised, I guess,” Cassian says, choosing his words carefully as always. “I thought everyone would have more to say on the matter.”

Jyn nods emphatically, glad that they can agree on this. “That’s what I thought too! Even if they didn’t approve, I thought at least they’d have something to say about it. I mean, we’re having a baby. That’s huge! But nobody said anything at all.”

“You were disappointed.”

“A little. I guess," she says, with a small shrug. "Maybe we shouldn’t have told them. Maybe they don’t care.”

Cassian bumps his nose against her shoulder, in what she takes as a reassuring gesture. “I’m sure that’s not it.”

“I don’t know.”

They’re quiet for a moment before Cassian asks, “Do you remember when you told me about the baby?”

Jyn shifts to look at him, baffled by the question. “Of course I do,” she says. “For one thing, it wasn’t that long ago and for another, it was kind of an important moment.”

He plants a kiss on her shoulder and ignores the belligerence in her voice. “You thought I wasn’t happy about it because I didn’t react much at first.”

“I already said I remember. What’s your point?”

“If you remember that, then you also remember what I told you. That I wanted to make sure you were happy about it before I showed you that I was. Because if you weren’t happy...”

“There was no way you could be,” Jyn finishes for him. She closes her eyes. “I know. You’re a wonderful man.”

“That wasn’t my point.”

“Well, it’s mine.”

“Nevertheless, what I’m saying is that the others might be doing the same thing for you.”

“I don’t follow.”

Cassian’s arms tighten around her middle. “They love you, Jyn,” he says urgently. “They want you to be happy as much as I do. I think they’re waiting on your reaction before they get excited for us.”

Jyn turns in his embrace so she can look him in the eye. “I gave them my reaction already, Cassian! I mean, didn’t I seem happy when I told them?”

“You gave them more of a mission briefing than a reaction, I think,” he says with a soft smile that she knows is meant to stop her from getting defensive. “‘In approximately six months, Cassian and I will have a baby,’” he quotes, “‘We expect this to impact this team in the following ways…’”

She buries her face in his chest with a groan. “Why did you let me do the talking this time?” She asks miserably. “You’re the one with social skills!”

“That is entirely debatable,” Cassian replies. “And I let you do the talking because you insisted.”

“I thought it was because you were afraid Baze and Chirrut would kick your ass for getting me pregnant.”

“That was also a factor, yes.”

Jyn sighs, exasperated. “Well, what are we going to do now?”

After a moment’s consideration, Cassian picks up a lock of her hair and twists it around his finger. “I was going to get cleaned up and ready for bed, unless you had other ideas...”

“I meant, what are we going to do about the crew?” She asks, even as she feels herself blush.

“They’ll come around, Jyn. Once they see how happy we are about the baby, they’ll be right there with us.”

“You think so?”

“I know it,” he says, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Let’s not waste precious time worrying about this.”

“Not when there’s so many other things to worry about.”

Cassian laughs and she feels it rumble through his chest underneath her ear. “Exactly.”

*

It's only a few weeks later when Cassian comes to find her after a meeting with Draven to tell her that they've got another mission.

"We do?" She asks, surprised. She’s where she always is these days when there isn’t work to be done: curled up on their bed. It turns out growing your own offspring is pretty exhausting.

"Yes."

"You're sure Draven is okay with me going on missions still?"

"Draven is still on the fence about you joining the Alliance in the first place," Cassian jokes, "but I think in this case, he's going to get as much work out of you as he possibly can, right up until the moment you physically can't go on missions anymore."

Jyn acknowledges this with a snort of derision. Even after years of working for him, General Draven still hasn't warmed up to her much. She doesn't know, or particularly care, what he thinks about her pregnancy but she doesn't imagine he's thrilled to have two of his operatives out of commission for something as trivial as having a baby, so she mostly lets Cassian deal with him these days. Cassian is his favorite, anyway, so she doesn't feel that bad about it.

"This will probably be your last one for a while, though," Cassian says, delicately, when she doesn't respond to his teasing.

“I know,” she says. “‘All beings capable of gestation are entitled to work in any capacity or department without reduction of duties or hours until they surpass 67% of their gestational period, at which point their superior officer will reduce their workload accordingly,’” she adds, quoting the administrator who’d been sent to explain the Alliance’s parental rights policies to her after the medical droid submitted the paperwork from her physical, including the blood work that had confirmed her pregnancy.

It’s unlikely, though not impossible, that this mission will stretch into her third trimester, so it should be fine, but anything after this would certainly be too risky. Jyn had honestly assumed that Draven would pull her from active duty sooner rather than later. Even though she’s still got time before her last trimester, she keeps expecting to hear that she’s been reassigned to administrative duties. She’s heard that’s the most common assignment for anyone who gets pregnant and she's prepared for it to happen to her. She and Cassian have already discussed it and agreed it would be the smartest course of action for the end of her pregnancy. And given how exhausted she feels already, she’s sure she’ll be functionally useless by her final trimester, so it’s probably better for everyone this way. Still, despite her ready acquiescence, Cassian looks like he's bracing himself for a fight.

"You feel okay about this?" he asks warily.

"Yes," she says, drawing the word out in annoyance. "We knew it would happen eventually. And it hasn’t even technically happened yet, so...”

"And when it does happen, it's not like it’s forever,” he says, in his most pacifying tone of voice. “There will be more missions for you once the baby is here and you've had a chance to recuperate."

Jyn nods, though even that feels like a lie. “I’m sure there will be,” she says, hoping that her tone is mild enough that Cassian won’t sense her internal conflict.

Of course, he immediately tilts his head and stares at her with narrowed eyes. She can’t get anything past him. “What’s the matter?” He asks.

“Nothing.”

“Jyn...”

“I’m serious,” she insists, even as Cassian comes to sit on the edge of the bed next to her. “It’s nothing!”

Of course, she has no idea how she’ll actually feel once she has the baby, but with every passing day, she wonders more and more if she’ll even want to go back to Rebel Intelligence once her leave is over. It’s always been more Cassian's thing than it has ever been hers and the idea of giving it up doesn't feel like a betrayal of who she is in the way it would be for him if anyone dared to ask him to do it. She doesn't want to ask that of him, either, she just needs to be sure he'll be alright doing it without her. Then again, he did it with only K2 for backup for years and somehow managed to survive, so maybe she's just being self-important thinking he'll care if she's with him on missions in the future or not. Still, trailing after Cassian in the field is most of what she does for the Alliance; she's not sure what else she'd be good for.

There's also the fact that she imagines she won't be in high demand for missions once she has a young child at home depending on her. The representative who explained when she would have leave from her duties was also adamant that her choice to have a family would not interfere with her chances at promotions or assignments, that the Alliance did not discriminate in that regard and she should file an official complaint if she experienced any such discrimination. Jyn knows that, in a perfect world, that would all be true. But even the Alliance isn't perfect and, if she were a general, her first choice of who to send to the front lines wouldn't be someone's parent. People will naturally assume her priorities have changed and they may even be right. She doesn't know how she'll feel yet, so she's trying to keep an open mind and imagine all the alternatives. But she doesn't want to have that fight with Cassian right now--the one where he assures her that she's valuable to the team and better in the field than she actually is and she gets mad at him, irrationally, for always seeing the best in her--so she doesn't say any of that. She just squeezes his hand.

"I'm just a little nervous about going on another mission like this, that's all," she says, which is true, so she doesn't have to feel bad about the other conversation she's avoiding. "When do we leave?"

"Three days," Cassian replies, and she knows he's choosing to let her off the hook for now, rather than actually being fooled by her excuse. This whole being in love with a spy thing is no joke.

"We'd better tell the others, then."

"Yeah, I'm on my way to do just that."

"I'll come with you," Jyn says, pushing herself up to a seated position with considerable effort. She's still not showing, but she feels more pregnant every day.

"Are you sure?" Cassian asks, brows knitting together in concern.

"You afraid the walk from here to Baze and Chirrut's quarters will kill me, or something?"

"Well, now I am!"

"The last trimester's going to be a lot of fun for you, I can tell."

He glares at her for that. "I was actually thinking that maybe you'd rather sit this one meeting out because maybe you were still upset about the team's reaction to your announcement. I could make your excuses, if that's what you want."

It really would be easy to make up a reason not to go. Between the exhaustion and the morning sickness and the insomnia, pregnancy offers no shortage of opportunities to be antisocial. And the situation with the team is more or less the same as it was a few weeks ago: everyone is still being exceedingly casual about her and Cassian having a baby. Aside from Bodhi asking her how she's feeling with increased frequency, everyone has been acting like it's business as usual. Jyn has done her best not to take it personally—she's sure Cassian is right and they would care more if she talked about it more, but she's not sure she's ready to risk it just yet.

"I'm fine," she says and almost means it. "I'm over it. I'll come with you. If we go to Baze and Chirrut's place first, we'll probably find Bodhi too. He's been over there a lot lately."

Once she succeeds in getting herself out of bed, she and Cassian wind their way through the maze of hallways on the base--Jyn swears that every time they pick up and move to evade the Empire, the rebels make the layout of the new base more confusing--and arrive at the door right before a voice within calls out, "Come in!"

Cassian looks at her with a perplexed frown on his face. She shrugs, because she presumes his confusion is about how they knew to expect them and she has no answer to that. Chirrut just knows things, sometimes. She's moved past being perturbed by it and just accepted it as a very strange part of her life. Cassian acknowledges her non-answer with a nod and punches in the code to the keypad next to the door, which sweeps open to reveal Baze, Chirrut, Bodhi, and K2 gathered together and each absorbed in the task of what looks like knitting.

"What is happening right now?" Jyn asks before she can stop herself. She looks over at Cassian again, only to find him wearing an expression as baffled, she imagines, as her own.

"We are constructing baby items," Kay answers readily.

"You're...what?" she asks, at the same time as Bodhi hushes Kay.

"Oh, right," Kay replies. "It is a secret. We are not doing anything."

"It was meant to be a secret," Baze interjects pointedly, "but I suppose that's over now."

"If it was meant to be a secret, why'd you tell us to come in?" Cassian asks, clearly still recovering from his shock.

"We're expecting Taidu and Melshi any moment," Bodhi says.

"And someone claimed he would recognize their footsteps if he heard them outside," Baze adds, with a glare at Chirrut.

"I knew they were the footfalls of our friends," Chirrut replies. "That should count for something."

Jyn shakes her head, still not understanding the situation she's walked into. "You're waiting for Taidu and Melshi to do...what?"

"To...construct baby items," Bodhi answers, with a sheepish smile.

"For...?"

Bodhi gives her a long look. "For you," he finally says, like she's being dense.

"For me?"

"Well, for your baby, technically. Yours and Cassian's. You do remember telling us about that, right?"

"Yeah, I remember, I just thought..."

"What?"

"We thought maybe you'd forgotten about that," Cassian says, after a moment of Jyn struggling for words. He puts his hand on her arm reassuringly and she's annoyed to find her eyes are filling with tears.

"'Forgotten,'" Baze grumbles under his breath as he shakes his head, which does an eloquent job of showing what he thinks of that idea. He doesn't so much as miss a stitch in whatever he's knitting, though.

"It was Baze's idea," Chirrut pipes up from his side. "Back when we used to run the orphanage in Jedha City, he'd sometimes make things for the kids when we didn't have enough donations. One of the women in the marketplace taught him, and he taught me."

He holds up what he's working on, which is a tiny, fancy-looking sock, just like the one Baze is making. There's a pile of similar items on the bed between them.

Jyn swallows around the lump in her throat. Baze doesn't often talk about their life on Jedha before she showed up and disrupted everything. Chirrut is more forthcoming, naturally, but she gets the sense it's painful for both of them, just in different ways. The fact that they're making clothes for her child makes this piece of their history even more precious to her.

"Socks?" she asks, leaning closer to see.

"Booties," Chirrut corrects, cheerfully.

"Fancier than a sock, but not as sturdy as a shoe," Bodhi adds, helpfully. When she looks over at him, she notices that's not what he's making and, as if sensing her gaze, he immediately ducks his head in embarrassment and adds, "I'm not making those anymore. I had a little trouble with the shaping."

"Bodhi is working on a blanket, which is just as important," Baze interjects, sternly, "and only involves knitting in straight lines."

"And I'm winding yarn," Kay adds, gesturing with his hands to show them the purple yarn wound perfectly around them and feeding into Bodhi's project.

"Which is also just as important," Bodhi says, deliberately, in Jyn and Cassian's direction, as if daring them to laugh.

"Yes. It is," Kay says, happily.

Jyn feels herself scramble for a reaction to all this that isn't collapsing into a ball of tears on the floor, which would be embarrassing, or fleeing from the room, which would be rude and potentially also embarrassing. Then again, sobbing in front of everyone might seem unappreciative, so that might also be rude. She doesn't have a lot of good options here.

She feels Cassian squeeze her bicep with the hand he still has resting on her arm, and she turns to him in tearful bewilderment. She sees some of her own fond confusion reflected back at her in his eyes, and just a little bit of I told you so in the small smile he gives her.

"I don't understand," she says, in his direction, but mostly to the others. "Why are you doing all this?"

"You're going to need clothes and things for the baby, and I assumed you and Cassian don't have much left from when you were that age," Baze says, as if this should all be obvious.

Jyn swallows painfully, the reminder of her childhood not being a pleasant one. But he's right. She certainly doesn't have anything from when she was a baby, and, knowing what she does of Cassian's past, it's unlikely he does either. Neither of them are really the sentimental type, anyway, by training if not by nature. At least, they didn't used to be.

Things change, though, she thinks as she covers Cassian's hand with her own. "No," she says to Baze, "we don't."

He nods, as if this was the conclusion he's been waiting for her to arrive at. "Where Chirrut and I are from, it would be your families that made such things for you when you're expecting your first child, so I thought we could put something together for you." He pauses, frowning. "Perhaps I should have--I didn't mean to assume..."

"No, it's--" Jyn takes a deep breath, overwhelmed. "Thank you."

"It means a lot to us," Cassian says to the group, as he wraps his arm around her shoulders.

Baze nods again, accepting their gratitude with his usual placidity, and Chirrut smiles down at his project. When she catches Bodhi's eye, he winks at her before turning his attention back to his stitches and K2 naturally has no idea that any of this emotional upheaval is happening right in front of him. Jyn feels more stable now and less like she might start sobbing at any moment, but the threat of it is still very real when Cassian tightens his hold on her, bringing her closer into his side.

"Alright?" He asks, quietly enough that only she can hear.

She feels a single tear roll down her cheek and hurries to brush it away, and when she looks at Cassian, she can see his eyes shining with moisture as well. At least she's not alone, she thinks as she smiles up at him.

"Yeah, I just...I'm a little overwhelmed. I mean, look at all the stuff they're making us!"

"I know," he says, fondly. "This baby is going to be so lucky, having all these people to love them."

"Right, that," Jyn says, waving a hand. "But seriously, look at all those baby socks!"

"Yeah, I see them. What's wrong?"

"It's just...how many feet do they think our baby is going to have?!"

Cassian glares at her and she can only withstand it for about a second before she starts laughing. He pulls her into his arms and she can feel him laughing too.

"Whatever happens," he says, as he kisses the top of her head, "we've got them covered."

[mypoisonedvine]

for the sleepover tonight! zemo needs an heir, you need money. you agree to marry him in exchange for birthing a child and divorcing several months after. only you've grown feelings and now you don't want to leave him

um let’s not worry that I made this pure angst/fluff

Adalgisa | feminine

origin: German

meaning: Noble, precious promise

Since the full name didn’t exactly roll off the tongue, you usually called her Addy; sometimes Gigi because it made her giggle.

You hoped she would never know how true her name’s meaning really was, that she was the result of a contractual agreement between you and her father.  By now you had the contract memorized, since you read it every time you couldn’t sleep: In essence, it said that you and Helmut could divorce as soon as the child was done breastfeeding and that you would get ample visitation to go with your handsome compensation.

But as the time approached, you couldn’t imagine leaving her now; that much was clear as you looked down at where she’d fallen asleep on your chest.  You stroked your fingers over her curls, admiring the innocence of her peaceful expression.  And then you looked at your husband sleeping beside you, his arm limply draped over both of you... and you couldn’t imagine leaving him, either.  That was the part you didn’t expect.

Of course you’d known that there was a decent chance this whole thing would backfire, but your plan in that case was just to flee with the child and raise her without knowledge of her birthright.  But, that was all assuming that the reason it would backfire would be too much love for the kid, and/or the Baron being exactly as controlling and cold as he seemed at first.  After all, who needs a contract to have a child?

The last three years with him brought so much more clarity than you could’ve imagined.  From the beginning he was so gentle with you, more patient than he needed to be, even when he was a bit aloof and so deeply reserved.  You never wanted for anything... well, that’s not totally true.  Every night you wanted his touch, longed for more than what a contract required, and you could never tell if he really had any affection for you if he just wanted to make you comfortable while he did his best to get you pregnant.

When you found out he’d done it after all, you didn’t tell him right away (even though that was in direct violation of the contract).  You weren’t ready for him to stop touching you, you weren’t ready for how he would treat you when intimacy no longer served a purpose.  Of course, your moral compass got the better of you before he could actually take you to bed again; you just couldn’t bring yourself to let him go through with it when you knew it was under false pretenses.

“Wait,” you gasped as he kissed down your neck, pushing his hands away from where they had begun to tenderly spread your legs.

“Is everything alright?” he breathed, pulling back to stare down at you.  “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I-- I’m fine,” you stammered.

“Should I stop?” he pressed, looking a bit conflicted as his gaze scanned your body; clearly he would stop if you said to, but at the same time, his own desperation was apparent.  It was rare for someone normally as collected as him.

“Well, you don’t need to, but you might want to when I tell you...” you trailed off.

“Tell me what?”

You chewed on your lip.  “Helmut... I’m pregnant.”

His eyes went wide and you looked away, guilt burning in your gut.  “How... how long have you...?”

“Just a few days, I should’ve told you as soon as I knew but I was scared--”

“Scared of what?”

Scared that you’d never kiss me again, you immediately thought to yourself. Scared that the last time was the last time-- I would’ve done it different if I had known it was the last time.  I would’ve held you closer, I would’ve loved you harder; I would’ve made sure that even if you were going to throw me once it was all over, that you would never forget me.

“I... don’t know.”

“Darling,” he whispered, “it’s wonderful.  This is wonderful.  You’re so... you’re beautiful.”

He leaned down again to give you a slow kiss, the softest smile pressing against your lips.  You wrapped your arms around his neck, relaxing a bit.

“I can’t believe it,” he mumbled.  “In the best way, I mean.”

His hand ventured down to your belly where he let it rest as he stared in awe.  You both spent a moment in that silence together, and the energy shifted slightly as he looked up at you again.

“Darling...”

“Yes, Helmut?”

“May I make love to you?” he asked, lowering his voice.  The question caught you off-guard, and made a sting of need hit between your legs.  “I know we don’t need to, since you’re already... and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want this, but--”

“Yes,” you answered quickly.  “I want you, please.”

I love you, you wanted to say, but he kissed you before you could.

And then the pregnancy... finally that hard shell began to crack as he watched your bump grow.  He became so doting, and not just by kissing and rubbing your belly or talking about the baby; he kissed you, too, and with more love in his eyes than you knew what to do with.  You decided not to let yourself wonder if he loved you back; you could barely admit that you loved him in the first place.

When Addy was born, you realized you’d never known how beautiful family could feel.  But now it was everything to you; now you were this baby’s entire world, and she was yours, and Helmut was absolutely enamored with her.

“Spending some quality time with your baroness, huh?” you chuckled as you walked in on him dancing around to an old record with the baby on his hip.

“Darling, you’re my baroness,” he clarified, and you had not expected the effect those words would have on you.  “She’ll gain the title when she’s older.  For now she’s just my little heiress.”

And now that she was almost two, she was undeniably a daddy’s girl in return.  Not that she didn’t love you, obviously, but she was so spoiled by him.  It was sort of a rarity that she was sleeping on you tonight and not him; in fact, it was normally him that let her into your bed when she was meant to be sleeping in her nursery.

Tears welled in your eyes as you realized that you absolutely could not leave.  Maybe you could survive a divorce from the man you were secretly in love with, but you couldn’t move out.  You couldn’t be away from her, from this.  It wasn’t just a man and a woman and a child.  It wasn’t just a Baron and his contractually-obligated wife and their means-to-an-end child.

The three of you were the Zemo family now.  And you loved being a part of it so much.

“Helmut,” you whispered, seeing him jolt from his sleep.

“Is everything okay?” he asked before he was even completely awake.  “Are you safe?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” you laughed softly.  “I was just wondering if I should take her to her room.”

“I’ll do it,” he offered, starting to sit up.  “You don’t have the finesse it takes to carry her without waking her up.”

You frowned, but didn’t protest because you knew he was right.  He carefully lifted her sleeping body off of you and leaned her onto his shoulder as he carried her out and down the hall.  You waited in darkness and silence for his return, imagining what you might say when he came back.

I love you.

I want to get out of the contract.

I think we should stay married.

All worthy contenders, but when he came back to bed empty-handed, none of them seemed to come out of your mouth even when you opened it to speak.

“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered, turning away as he pulled the blankets up over himself.

I love you, you wanted to say it so much, it was so fucking close to your lips but you came up silent.  I love you I love you I love you.  “Goodnight,” you heard yourself say instead.

Maybe you’d find the courage to tell him tomorrow, before it was too late.  But then again, that was the last thought you’d had every night for the past year.

[multifandomwhore-003]

Pregnant (Rewrite)

Pairing: JJ Maybank x pregnant! Mexican female! reader

Summary: What would've happened if you did choose to have the baby?

Genre(s): Fluff.

Warnings: None!

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Week 4

"I'm pregnant," you spat.

He widened his eyes as he stared at you coldly, "Okay," he nodded slowly.

"And I'm gonna have it,"

His breath hitched, "No, you're not," he quickly thought out loud, "No, sorry that's not for me to decide I just- I mean, are you sure?"

You sighed, you were prepared for this question, you pulled four pregnancy tests out of your bag, "Oh yeah, I'm sure," you placed them back as you walked towards him, "Look, I know you're panicking right now, but you can be as involved as you want, whether you wanna be a part of its life-"

"You seriously think I'm not gonna be there?"

You raised your shoulders.

"Oh, I'll be there, trust me,"

You grinned at his words.

"What do your parents think?"

"Oh, my dads? Don't worry, they were the first to notice,"

"How so?"

"Well, during my supposedly period-days our icecream bucket was full so, they kinda figured something was wrong,"

"Have you told them you're gonna have it?"

"Actually, I was hoping we could tell them together..." you trailed off hesitantly.

"Ok," he huffed, "But I think we should tell the pogues first, you know, for practice,"

You nodded offering your hand, he took it as you began to walk into the chateau.

Right after you opened your mouth you both quickly realized a few things:

a) The pogues were expecting different news, you could tell by the way they all cheered, and right after they processed your words, they were shocked, confused, and concerned

b) To be clear, they were expecting for you two to be together

c) You always had a feeling Pope was the dad of the group, and your suspicions were aggressively confirmed as he ambushed you both with facts about pregnancy and really unusual questions

d) Talking to them was ten times harder than telling your dads, their first reaction was of course surprise, but they remained calm and supportive nonetheless

You and JJ were now sitting on the beach chairs of your pool, contemplating the view, thinking about everything and nothing.

"What do you think it is?" he broke the silence while playing with your hair.

"I don't know, it's too early to guess don't you think?" you looked up at him.

"Yeah, but like, you know how in movies the moms always have this sixth sense and they're always like 'Oh, I have a feeling it's gonna be a boy and we're gonna name him James'," he did a high-pitched voice.

You chuckled, "Well, I don't think I have that sixth sense because I have no fucking clue,"

"Hey," he slightly slapped your forehead, "Don't cuss in front of the baby,"

"Hey," you slapped him back, "Don't hit the mother of your child," you imitated him.

Week 6

"Can we replay it?" JJ sobbed.

"J, we've heard the recording of their heartbeat like a hundred times,"

"Look, if I can tolerate you throwing up this morning like a hundred times, then we can watch it again," he sniffled.

You rolled your eyes. When the video finished he began to cry again.

"C'mere," you stretched your arms, he walked to you, and instead of hugging you, he decided to rest his head on your lap.

"Aren't you worried?" he whispered after he calmed down.

"About what?"

"Me?"

"JJ why would I be worried about you?"

"What if-" he bit his lip, "What if I'm just like my dad?" he mumbled so low you almost didn't hear him.

"J, of course, you're not gonna be like him,"

"You don't know that,"

"Yes I do, but if it makes you feel safer, how does therapy sound?"

"It sounds great," he smiled.

You sniffed, "Are you wearing cologne?"

"No, I threw them all this morning,"

"Well, apparently not all of them," you ran to the bathroom.

Week 8

"We're really glad to have you here J,"

"Thanks for receiving me Mr. Ruiz and Mr. Paredes,"

The therapist's advice was clear, JJ had to leave his household as soon as possible, your dads didn't think about it twice before they were already setting up a room for him. The adoption paperwork wasn't a problem, JJ was about to turn eighteen in a few months so he just had to stay out of trouble until then.

When he entered his new room you were there with the biggest smile he's ever seen on you, "Welcome home!" you squeaked happily, he ran to carry you off the floor and spinning you around.

"JJ, I'm gonna be sick, stop!"

"Oh, right, right," he placed you down still not letting you go.

You began to sob and whine uncontrollably in less than a minute.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Your dads entered the room as soon as they heard you.

"Not- Nothing I- I'm just re- really ha- happy t- to have y-you all here,"

Due to their confused faces, JJ murmured 'mood swings' under his breath, that boy had done his research, well, he hates reading so he told Pope to read it and later on he taught him everything, hell, he even almost finished a notebook, a whole notebook, school who?

They both nodded and joined the hug.

Week 10

"Oh shit! Look who it is, mom and dad!" Kiara and Pope cheered as you walked to them.

"Hi," you waved at them.

"I can't believe you made me come to Midsummer's," JJ complained.

Kiara flicked his arm, "Shut up and just be grateful they're including you," she scolded him, "Look at you!" she spun you around, "You're glowing!"

"Thanks," you blushed.

"Aren't you gonna tell her she looks beautiful?" Kiara looked at JJ.

"Oh, he already did in the car, and when I was changing, and when I was doing my hair, and before I showered, and when I woke up, and the night before, and the night before that,"

"As he should,"

"What week is this?" Pope asked.

"10th," you and JJ said in unison.

"Pregnancy glow," Pope whispered.

"Come on, we should dance," you grabbed his hand, "See you guys!"

"Bye!" they screamed as you left them behind.

You and JJ walked to the dance floor, he placed his arm behind your waist while interlacing your fingers with his on the other side. And during the whole time, you coordinated your bodies to the music you were talking, giggling, and even just joining your foreheads from time to time.

"J?" you whispered.

He hummed in response.

"Can I tell you something?"

He nodded.

"I'm glad I'm pregnant with your baby, I wouldn't've wanted it any other way,"

"Your plan is to kill me isn't it?"

You laughed.

"You wanna see me cry in front of all these people?"

"Maybe?"

"Ah shit," he felt his face wet.

"Don't cry because if you cry then I cry," your eyes began to water.

And now you looked like crazy people just randomly crying in the middle of the party.

Week 12

"No, I'm not going to the beach," you shook your head.

"You don't have to swim,"

"I know, but I don't wanna go,"

"Why not?" he whined.

"If you wanna go so badly then go, we don't have to be together all the time you know,"

"I'm not leaving your side and you know it," he harshly stated.

"Then don't go,"

"Pleeeeeease," he begged, "Why don't you wanna go?"

"Because," you thought, "I- I don't want people judging me,"

He looked at you with a straight face, "Didn't you yell at someone yesterday to stop looking at you? I vividly remember you saying, and I quote 'Yes, I'm pregnant! What about it!'"

You groaned.

"Why don't you just tell me why you really don't wanna go,"

You sighed taking the blanket off your legs.

JJ scanned your skin for a second and then looked at you confused.

"My veins JJ! My veins are fucking huge!"

"And?"

"If I go to the beach I'm gonna have to wear a dress and I don't like my legs looking like that,"

"Y/N, I don't think anyone's gonna notice, and even if they did, who cares, you look hot with or without your veins being redder," he sat next to you.

"You really think so?"

"Of course I do, besides, didn't we fuck right after you woke up? You swore you looked awful but to me, you were the hottest woman alive, now, come on, we have a beach date to attend,"

"A date?"

"Well, yeah, with- with the pogues,"

Week 14

"Y/N, can I come in?" JJ knocked on your door.

"No,"

He frowned, "Why not?"

"Because, I- I'm naked," you lied.

JJ scoffed, "As if I haven't seen you naked already, come on open the door,"

"No!"

"Why not?!"

You groaned getting closer to the door, "Because I-" you blushed, "Just no, ok?"

JJ rolled his eyes walking to his room, he searched through his notebook.

"14th week, 14th week, 14th week... Oh, here it is," After reading it something in him felt weird, he decided to call you as he also closed his door, when you picked up the phone you were still nervous, "Y/N,"

"JJ,"

"What are you doing,"

"I'm watching tv,"

Ok, so option number one was out the window, "What are you watching?"

"Dr. Sleep,"

Option two was also wrong, "Y/N, are you afraid to open the door because you're horny?"

"No?" you bit your thumb.

He laughed over the line, "I'm not gonna try anything I promise,"

"I know, but I can't trust myself, and let's be honest, you don't have the strength to reject me,"

"You got a point,"

Then you stayed silent.

"Would it be too bad if we tried it tho?" you suggested.

"Well, it's safe and the baby won't even know it's happening,"

"I'll think about it," you hung up.

[uncloseted]

there's a part of me that still thinksa bortion is murder. i act like i support it to fit in but deep down i dont. please just listen. i think forcing someone to go through a pregnagncy they don't want is inhuman but it also feels inhuman to kill a baby and i dont like thsi idea that if youre 4 weeks pregnant and you want it its a baby but if youre 4 week pregnant and dont want it then its just a clump of cells thats just not how scence works. so theres this woman who was forced to get an .

Anonymous asked:

abortion and she was 6 months pregnant and apparently th baby waws born alive but it died shortly after from ashpyxia and i just dont know what to think. i know forcing smeone to get an abortion is just as bad as forcing them to give birth and that theres no such thing as a six month abortion and at least wher e i live abortions are only available until week 14 but like wwhat if someone is 15 or 16 weeks or 7 months, do they not have a choice anymore? please dont think im a bigot im not im so

Anonymous asked:

sorry i just dont want to be brainwashed by ANYONE, pro life or pro choice and im just so easily influenceable i just want to support whats right you know

No worries at all! I don't think you're a bigot and I'm glad that you want to engage with this issue critically. I'm happy to give you the facts as they stand and offer you my perspective on the issue. Apologies in advance that this is a bit long, but please try to stick with me until the end! All of this is important in understanding the different sides of this discussion.

There are a few main categories I want to talk about in this answer: legal, science, politics, and culture. For now, I'm going to avoid delving into any religious or metaphysical questions about what is and isn't considered "a person", since while those conversations are interesting, I don't think they're particularly useful in the context of discussions about abortion. As Harry Blackmun wrote in the court opinion for Roe v. Wade, "we need not resolve the difficult question of when life begins. When those trained in the respective disciplines of medicine, philosophy, and theology are unable to arrive at any consensus, the judiciary, at this point in the development of man's knowledge, is not in a position to speculate."

Legality

Starting with legal issues, there are a few points I think it's important to make in order to get a sense of how we relate to abortion. Abortions are legal in 98% of countries. 34% of countries, including the US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand most European countries, and China, allow abortions on the basis of a the pregnant person's request, without needing to prove that there is risk to life, risk to health, risk to the fetus, economic or social reasons that abortion is a necessity, or extenuating circumstances (such as the pregnancy being a product of rape or incest). The vast majority (93%) of countries with highly restrictive abortion laws, such as outlawing abortion except in cases where the pregnant person is endangered, are in developing regions. There are five countries that completely outlaw abortion. These are: Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Malta, Nicaragua, and the Vatican City, all countries where the Catholic church has significant influence.

Of the countries that do allow abortion, there is always a limit on how far into a pregnancy a person can be when they choose to terminate. Beyond that limit, the person doesn't have a choice anymore, and must carry the pregnancy to term (except in extenuating circumstances). The most common limit is 12 weeks (3 months), although some countries allow abortion up to the point of "viability", where the fetus can live outside the mother's womb with artificial aid. Typically, the point of viability is around 24 weeks (6 months). In the US, 87% of abortions are performed before 12 weeks, and 92.2% were performed at 13 weeks or fewer. For reference, pregnancies are typically around 40 weeks long.

Forced abortion is illegal in almost every country, including the US and the UK, and it is considered an act of violence against women. It is just as bad as forcing someone to give birth, which is why all countries do their best to prevent it from happening. While forced abortions can and do happen, particularly to victims of sex trafficking, I think the solution to this issue is to put policies into place that protect vulnerable women, instead of trying to ban abortion entirely.

Science

So, most countries allow abortions up to 12 weeks. What does that actually look like in terms of the fetus? Here's a timeline of fetal stages of growth:

Weeks 1-4: at this stage, the "baby" is actually an embryo. It starts out as just a fertilized egg. The amniotic sac forms around it, and the placenta develops. The eyes, mouth, lower jaw, and throat are in very early development. Blood cells are taking shape. By the end of week 4, the embryo is smaller than a grain of rice. It is very literally "just a clump of cells" at this point.

Weeks 5-9: the "baby" is still an embryo. Its facial features begin to develop, folds of skin that will eventually become ears grow, tiny buds that will eventually grow into arms and legs form, the neural tube, digestive tract, and sensory organs all begin to develop. Bone starts to replace cartilage. At about 6 weeks, a heart beat can be detected. After week 8, the baby is considered a fetus instead of an embryo, at which point the fetus is about one inch long.

Weeks 9-12: the fetus' arms, hands, fingers, feet, and toes are fully formed. It may be able to open and close its fists and mouth. Ears are formed, and its reproductive organs begin to develop. By the end of week 12, the fetus has all of their organs and limbs, and their circulatory and urinary systems are working, but everything needs to continue to develop in order to become functional. At the end of week 12, the fetus is about 4 inches long.

It is important to know that the miscarriage rate is highest in the first trimester (before week 12). Among women who know they're pregnant (typically further along than 6 or 7 weeks), 10-20% will miscarry. 30%-50% of all fertilized eggs miscarry.

Other important developmental markers include:

During month 4 (weeks 16-20), you can see the sex of the fetus.

During month 5 (weeks 20-24), the fetus starts moving around.

Between week 22 and week 24, brain waves appear in the cerebral cortex.

At week 24, the fetus may be able to survive if it is born prematurely, provided it has intensive care.

Somewhere between week 26 and week 30, the fetus may be able to feel pain, although we don't know that for sure.

A fetus is not capable of thinking, communicating, reasoning, self-motivation, feeling emotions, or consciousness. They don't have a concept of the self, and they don't know that they exist. They are essentially sedated for the entirety of the pregnancy. Since we use "brain death" as the primary criteria for death, it makes sense to me that we might consider "brain life" (the point where a fetus exhibits brain activity) as the point at which a fetus becomes a person.

While some people will refer to an embryo as a "baby" from the time they discover they're pregnant, scientifically, it is a clump of cells, whether that clump is allowed to continue to grow or not. It's not something we would recognize as a baby, or be able to interact with as if it were a baby. An embryo is a precursor to a baby, kind of like how a seed is a precursor to a plant.

Some other arguments

I want to quickly touch on some other arguments for abortion rights that people make. I'm not going to delve deeply into them, but it didn't feel right to leave them out entirely. These are arguments that don't depend on whether or not a fetus can be considered a person.

Bodily Rights

There are many situations in which we prioritize individual bodily rights over the right of someone else to live. For example, we don't force people to donate organs to people who are dying, even though a donated organ would save their life. Advocates for abortion rights argue that those same bodily rights should be extended to a pregnant person.

Deprivation

This argument usually looks something like, "but what if that fetus was going to cure cancer when it grew up!" Basically, it's saying that abortion is morally wrong because it deprives the fetus (and the world) of a valuable future. To me, this completely ignores the deprivation that already exists by forcing a person to carry and birth a baby they don't want, and potentially the deprivation that comes with raising that child. People who make this argument never seem to ask, "what if the pregnant person was going to cure cancer?"

Slippery Slope

Some people argue that normalizing and legalizing abortion may lead to people also accepting euthanasia. I am unconvinced by this for two reasons. 1. Slippery slope is a logical fallacy and 2. I absolutely do think we should legalize euthanasia for certain situations.

Religion

I don't want to dig too far into this one, but what I will say is that the US is a country that (at least nominally) has a separation of church and state, and the religious beliefs that other people hold should not infringe on a person's rights to make choices about their own life.

History and Politics

The practice of abortion itself is incredibly old. The Sanskrit epic Ramayana, which dates to the 7th century BCE, describes abortion being practiced by surgeons and barbers. In the Assyrian Code of Assura, circa 1075 BCE, a woman is allowed to procure an abortion except when it's against her husband's wishes. The first recorded evidence of induced abortion is from the Egyptian Ebers Papyrus in 1550 BCE. Japanese documents show records of induced abortion from as early as the 12th century, and it became more prevalent during the Edo period. It is considered to be unlikely that abortion was punished in Ancient Greece or ancient Rome. All major Jewish religious movements allow abortion in order to save the life or health of a pregnant woman, and often support abortion for other reasons as well. Christianity has a more complicated relationship to abortion, for reasons that I'll go into in a bit, but for now let's just note that there very much were ancient Christians who believed abortion was morally permissible at least some of the time. Before the 19th century CE, first-trimester abortion was widely practiced and was legal under common law throughout the English speaking world, including the US and UK.

The reason I bring all of this up is because the political debate over abortion isn't really that old, and the debate tends not to actually be about the morality of abortion as an act so much as it is a proxy for other issues. The first backlash against abortion in the English Speaking world was in the 19th century, and was a direct reaction to the women's rights movement, which was starting during that time. In the US, anti-abortion laws began to appear as early as the 1820s, but picked up in earnest by the late 1860s. These laws were introduced for many reasons, including the fact that abortions were being provided by untrained people who were not members of medical societies and concerns about the safety of abortifacients. By 1900, abortion was a felony in every US state, but they continued to become increasingly available. By the 1930s, licensed physicians performed an estimated 800,000 abortions a year.

Jumping forward a little bit, let's talk about the history of abortion in the US just before Roe v. Wade. It's estimated that in the 50s and 60s, between 200,000 to 1.2 million abortions were being performed per year, even though they were illegal. Throughout that same time, the second wave feminist movement was growing, and was increasingly advocating for birth control and liberalized abortion laws. As a reaction to second wave feminism, a number of anti-abortion organizations, primarily led by Catholic institutions, cropped up to mobilize against the legalization of abortion. It should be noted that, at the time, abortion was not an issue for evangelical Christian groups. In the 1960s, 17 states legalized abortion for a variety of different circumstances. Then in 1973, Roe v. Wade happens, ruling that a pregnant woman has the right to choose to have an abortion without excessive government restriction. The ruling was 7-2 in favor of legalizing abortion. Even after Roe v. Wade, Christian Evangelicals were neutral to positive on the ruling. It's only after 1980 that Evangelical Christians started to organize around abortion as a political issue and joined the Catholics to form what we now think of as the Christian Right. There's a lot to say about that and why that switch happened, but for the sake of brevity, just know that the evangelical backlash against legalized abortion in the US started not as a moral crusade, but as a way of convincing people to vote for Ronald Regan instead of Jimmy Carter (who wanted to de-segregate schools). No political debate happens in a vacuum, and it's important to understand what other factors might have been at play when looking at where these debates come from and how the sides formed.

Culture

Lastly, let's talk a little bit about the cultural impacts of banning or legalizing abortion. The right to have or not have a child is necessary in order for women to achieve equality with men. Countries with high gender equality, such as Iceland, Finland, Norway, New Zealand, and Sweden, also have easily accessible abortion options. Criminalization of abortion disproportionately impacts poor women and women of color, and does nothing to address the systemic issues that may cause them to require abortions in the first place.

Researchers from the WHO and University of Massachusetts found that banning abortion is an inefficient way to reduce abortion rates; in countries where abortions were restricted, the number of unintended pregnancies actually increased, and the proportion of unintended pregnancies ending in abortion also increased. When abortion is banned, women aren't not having abortions; they're having illegal abortions that are done unsafely.

There is also some evidence to suggest that legalized abortion actually decreases crime rates. 20 years after the legalization of abortion in the US, there was an unprecedented nationwide decline of the crime rate (including murders, incidentally). The drop in crime is thought by some to be a result of the fact that individuals who had a higher statistical probability of committing crimes (people who grew up as unwanted children in poverty) were not being born.

Which brings me to my next point- the majority of people who are "pro-life" (at least in the US) aren't really pro-life. They're pro-birth. If they were truly pro-life, they would be interested in making sure that all of those babies had their needs met after they're born. They would be interested in making sure those babies can lead long, healthy, safe, and productive lives. They would be for universal healthcare, expanded social safety nets, parental leave from jobs, universal basic income, raising the minimum wage, mandated vacation time, increasing funding for public schools, decriminalizing drugs, abolishing prisons or at least reforming the police. They would be against the death penalty (ironically, some of them are actually for the death penalty for women who have had abortions), and for increased access to birth control, comprehensive sex-ed in schools, increased gun legislation, against war and nuclear weapons, for enforced mask wearing to prevent people from needlessly dying from a global pandemic... but those issues don't factor into their "pro-life" stance. They're for "the baby gets born and then has to pull itself up by its bootstraps like the rest of us."

Closing Thoughts

Look. I'm not super jazzed about abortions. I understand how they can feel like an ethical issue. I think we should do what we can to reduce the number of abortions that are performed- teaching comprehensive sex-ed in schools, making birth control and emergency contraceptive options widely accessible, letting men know that reversible vasectomies are an option. I think we should make abortion easier to access, so those who do need it can make the decision early in the pregnancy. But I also think that it's a very personal decision, one that's irreversibly life altering, and the person who's going to experience the life altering event should be the one who decides what happens. 65 year old conservative, Christian white men who will never be pregnant (and frequently don't really know how the female body works) shouldn't get to make that decision for them. As someone for whom pregnancy would be life threatening, I want to know that I have options should that situation present itself someday.

[blorbosexterminator]

Hi! It's the Tokyo anon again, I actually have pretty much a bunch of unpopular opinions about the show lmao

First, when you mentioned in the tags about the members of the gang sexually harassing the hostages. I am quite glad you mentioned Helsinki and Arturo, I think people usually forget about them. Also if I' not mistaken there was even a kiss scene (jesus christ) that was recorded acording to Helsinki's actor.

My second unpopular opinion is about Monica's pregnancy issue development. I swear to god, I could write an entire book about everything I dislike about it, but I'll just say only one thing because I feel that if I said everything it would be a HUGE wall of text lmao

I suppose that the purpose of the whole "should she abort the child or not" thing was to help the development of Monica and Denver's relationship. I don't have that much of a problem with that actually, it's really cute to see that he really wanted to be her child's father. But just one scene makes it imperfect for me: The one where Denver gives Monica a lot of money and tries to convince not to abort. It happened too fast, I think it was in one of the first episodes of the show. It doesn't make a lot of sense that Denver would be so worried about whether a hostage didn't want to move forward with her pregnancy, he doesn't even know her! If he talked about it with her in later episodes, when they already knew more about and were in love with each other, it would be way better.

Hello! Send them all my way! (season 5 is no where to be found, so we'll just have to spend the time trashing the show )

Ah, yes. I mean, it's understandable amidst everything else that happened, especially with the Berlín/Ariadana storyline that was so in-your-face glaringly evil and obvious, that it sorta of covers the similar ones alongside it. Oh yes jesus christ, I saw the interview and he was joking about 'the disgusting kiss with Arturo' and yeah lmfao it is disgusting, for him. Like it doesn't matter at all what sorta of person Arturo is, Helsinki had the same power over him that Andrés had over Ariadana, and the scenes themselves were very obviously uncomfortable. I think it was intentionally made so, how Helsinki knew that he was making him uncomfortable and was laughing about it. So yeah, it was very much in line with the other storylines of the robbers sexually intimidating and harrasing the hostages.

(Send me what else you think about it if you feel like it) The position you were coming from is really understandable. It was a nice point for their relationship development yes, but I think I don't fully agree because I don't think that's the entire function of that scene.

Like yes, if you think about it from only their relationship terms, then it doesn't make much sense why he would care that much for a woman that he literally does not know at all. And then it would be better if it was done later on. But I generally think of that scene as just character exposition. I think the reason Denver was so ready/desperate for her to have that baby was because of his own unresolved problems with both of his parents. He definitely has a lot of them and that was the first time we see how deep they are that he was just giving money to some anonymous woman basically.

(I went to find the scene but couldn't find it on youtube so I'm speaking from flawed memory here) but I think how the scene went was him mentioning his mother and how she had him in prison in spite of everything, I think it was some strange way of honouring her or not exactly that as much as he's trying to somehow prove/or to recreate a narrative where it doesn't happen the same way it did with him, as in him eventually becoming a burden to his mother that she abandoned him (hence his entire speech on how a baby isn't a burden and why would you want to get rid of it, you can have a great life with a child by your side) as in trying to overcome his own issues with his mother, trying to make himself believe that it wasn't his fault, he wasn't a burden, that maybe if she had the money or the help of anyone she would have stayed etc etc. I don't think it was particulary about his relationship with Monica.

Especially that the show carried on with his characterization regarding those issues and it was an on-going storyline, to me that was just the scene that started that storyline.

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Unexpected - 11

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Pairing:  Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2416

Warnings:  pregnancy, angst

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds.  While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.  

Author’s Note:  Written with the very hungover @fanficwriter013

Chapter 11: The Return of the Science Bros

The next few weeks went by fine.  I’d pretty much resigned that this was my family now.  The pregnancy had reached 24 weeks.  I hadn’t seen Bruce or Tony for five months.  I figured I wasn’t ever going to despite reassurances from the others that they were working on Tony and he was just in hardcore nesting mode to deal with the panic he was feeling.  I had reached the point where I wasn’t sure I wanted him to come back.

Bruce, on the other hand, was concerning.  We weren’t sure if he was hiding or if Hulk just liked the idea of being a dad so much he wasn’t willing to give him back.  Wanda seemed to think it was the second but no one could convince him to let go of control and when we tried he’d start getting agitated.

The biggest problem we faced was the living situation.  The others had said Tony was working on it.  It didn’t seem to be getting worked on though and I was starting to worry.

“I just don’t know where we’re going to put them.  We’re running out of time.”  I said.

“They’re gonna be pretty small,”  Clint joked.  “You can put them in one crib in the corner.  They won’t take up much room.”

“I'm sorry, they?”

I turned suddenly toward the sound of Tony’s voice.  He stood at the door to the stairwell, the door still held open like he might retreat back through it.

“I - uh - Tony?”  I said, in a state of shock.  He looked like he hadn’t shaved in months, and was wearing a black tank top and sweats.

“Yes?”  He said.  “You said they. What does ‘they’ mean?”

“It means ‘they’,”  I said, still not sure what was happening or why he was there.  Or if he was even actually there and I wasn’t hallucinating.  “As in there's more than one.”

“How many?”  He asked.

It was like my brain suddenly accepted what was happening and rather than being relieved to see him I was pissed.  “I don't - No... you don't just get to come in here and drill me for information when I haven't seen you for 5 months.  You don't get to do that.”

“And these triplets or whatever could be mine?”  Tony asked.  I just sat silently not acknowledging him.  Fuming that he’d just come in here and expecting answers.

“Okay. You want me to leave then?”  He snarked.

I snapped, the hurt and pain bubbling and spewing out of me.  “I want you to say you're sorry to me!”  I shouted.  “I want you to beg me to take you back!  You keep running from me whenever something happens and you get scared and I just have to sit here and wait until you're ready like I'm a good little girl?  You're lucky I'm still here!”

He blinked at me like I’d slapped him.

“Why should I tell you anything about them when you don't even want them?  Come in here snapping at me like I did something specifically to hurt you.  Like I'm not also terrified by this.  I'm not - You don't get to treat me like I don't mean anything to you!”

“El,”  Wanda said softly putting her hand on me.

“No.  No.  I don't always have to be the bigger person.”  I said getting up suddenly, the tears I had been fighting back finally breaking.

“Elly,”  Steve said.

I wheeled on him suddenly.  “Stop using the misbehaving daughter voice on me!”  I shouted spinning on my heel and going to march out.  A sharp pain ran up my side and I doubled over, groaning.

“Elly, that wasn't the voice,”  Steve said, while Hulk stood and made a distressed noise.

I sunk to my knees rubbing my side and making a pained sound as it felt like a tearing was happening down my side.

“Elly?”  Hulk grumbled as he moved closer and Nat and Sam got up and rushed to my side.

“I don't  - I think I'm okay,”  I said rubbing my side.

Hulk took a step towards me and started to lose his green.   I stared up at him as his muscles shrunk and contracted.  Until all that was left was Bruce standing there holding a far too big of a pair of pants up.  He blinked around the room a confused expression on his face.  “What’s happening?”

It was too much, the pain, Bruce being back.  Tony.  Steve scolding me.  I broke down into wracking sobs and clutched my side.  “I think it’s the babies, Bruce,”  Natasha said an edge of panic in her voice as Sam poked and prodded at me.

“Okay,”  Bruce said moving to my side.  “I've got you.  Talk to me.”

“Hurts here,”  I said rubbing the spot where the pain was radiating out from.

“Okay,”  Bruce said beginning to feel around with Sam.  “Let me look.

“You came back,”  I said quietly as I watched them.

“Hulk panicked.  Thought I was needed.”  He said not looking up.

“You've been needed this whole time.”

“I'm sorry.”

I put my hand on his forearm as he pressed against my side.  “Did you know?  Could you hear things?”

“Sometimes.  Very, very faintly,”  Bruce said looking up into my eyes.  “Like I was underwater.  I’m sorry, L.  I wanted to come back.  I couldn’t get him to let go.”  I nodded and rubbed his arms.  He kept poking around and looked up at me.  “I think it’s just a pinched nerve.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”  Sam agreed.

I let out a breath.  “They’re okay?”

Bruce nodded and helped me back to a seat.  “I believe so.  You have an obstetrician?”  I nodded and Bruce looked up.  “FRIDAY, can you page them?”

“Right away, Doctor Banner.”  She replied.

I sighed and tried to relax.  “Twins, Tony.  It's twins.”   I said without looking at him.

He let out a breath.  “Oh, just twins.”

“And they're only yours if you want them to be.”

“I want it on the record that I was here before Bruce.”  He said.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head slightly.  “Uh-huh.”

“I’m here.”  Tony protested.

“Okay.”

“I have some designs too,”  He said pulling out a tablet.

I sighed and shook my head again trying really hard to not just lose it at him.  “I think you’re forgetting something.”

He made a face and shifted where he stood.

I let my head roll so I was looking at him.  “Would you like me to just disappear for 5 months?  Lock you completely out?  How would that make you feel?”

“Oh,”   He said frowning.  “I needed to access some things. And yes, I probably pulled a Howard.”

“So... what would you like to have heard from Howard?”  I said drily.

“From Howard?”  He asked.   “I wouldn’t even know.”

I groaned and my head fell back.  “Tony.  I want you to tell me you're sorry and that you love me and I want to feel like you mean it.  Or no.  You aren't here.”

“But I am here.”  He protested.

I stood up and Natasha moved quickly to support me.  “I’m going to go lie down.  Bruce, it’s good to see you back.  If anyone has anything they feel they might like to tell me I’ll be in there.”  I say pointing at the bedroom.  “Otherwise, when the doctor gets here, that’s where I am.”

“Thanks, El,”  Bruce said softly as I shuffled to the bedroom being supported by Nat.  She helped me into the bed and I pulled the body pillow close as I got comfortable.  It wasn’t long until there was a gentle knock on the door.

“You want me to leave you alone with him?”  Natasha asked moving to open the door.

“Yes, please.  Thank you, Tasha.”  I said.

She nodded and let Tony in, stepping past him as she left.  He stood by the door shifting awkwardly on his feet. “I, uh. I have some things to say. But I'm not sure I can.”

“I need to hear them, Tony.  I'm hanging on by a thread here.”

He sighed and shifted again.  “I know,”  he said, “I just... I don't know. I don't wanna fuck them up. But I don't exactly know how to be there for them.”

“My dad once broke my arm in such a way that when you touched it, it felt like play-doh,”  I said, shaking my head.  “You think I don't have those exact same fears?  We'll do the best we can.  I get being scared.  Fuck, if I could put this on hold and go on a bender where none of you saw me for a week I probably would.  I'm not mad that you got scared and you don't know how to do this.  I am hurt that you didn't come and talk to me.  That once again you put FRIDAY on lockdown so if I needed you I couldn't come and see you.”

“I'm sorry,”  he said, frowning.  “I needed time. And that was fucked up because… That's exactly what Howard would do. And exactly what I don't want to do.”

“I've been so alone,”  I said trying not to cry again.  “When my morning sickness was at its worse Nat went on a mission, and Steve decided he had to go save the world or something and I would wake up and throw up and Wanda would rub my back and then I'd go to work.  And I was alone all day in my lab because you wouldn't let me in and Bruce was just gone.”

“What do you want me to say?  All I can say is that I'm sorry. And I was an asshole. I didn't have Steve send Nat away.”

The tears broke again and silently slipped down my cheeks.  I was so afraid.  I wanted to forgive him but I was scared that this would happen again and if I forgave him this, I’d forgive him anything.  “I want you to hold me and reassure me you won't do this again.  I want to know that you get what you did to me here.  That this is the second time you've done this to me and that’s not acceptable.  That I never ever have to worry about you doing this to me if I forgive you.”

“I didn't mean to,”  He said, shifting again, but not coming over.  “You understand that all intimacy in my life has been flakey, unreliable, or absolutely fake and manipulative right?”

“Have I been like that?”  I asked, looking up at him.

He shook his head.

“I love you, Tony.  I am as patient with you as I can be.  I want you to be happy and feel that love you have been denied for so long.  But I didn’t mean for this to happen.   I hate that I hurt you with this.  That I made you doubt me and my intentions.  But it was an accident and I’m hurting and you are still over there and you still haven’t told me you won’t do this to me again.”

He moved to the bed, slipping off his shoes and sitting down on the side, still just out of reach.  “I know,”  he said, running his hands through his hair.  “That's the worst part. I know you didn't do this to trap me or force me into something.”

“I don't even know how it happened.  She said just my birth control alone was one in 2000 women every three years.  Like what the fuck?  How am I now pregnant with twins?”  I said and looked down at my stomach.

He let out a breath.  “It was meant to be, I guess.”

“I guess so.  I wish... I wish we could have planned to have them.”

He moved closer and I leaned my head against his thighs.  “That would have been ideal,”  he said as he ran his hands through my hair.  “I’m sorry, Elise.  You don’t have to take me back, but I promise I won’t do it again.”

I sighed and just sat leaning against him as he played with my hair.  “So I guess here's what you need to know.  It's a boy and a girl.  My doctor has done blood tests to determine if they are genetically related to Bruce, Steve, Bucky and I guess Thor too.  There is a small chance they have two different fathers.  She will only disclose if they are those people's if she's worried about their health in some way.  So far we don't know and Steve doesn't want anyone to know.  As far as he's concerned they're his kids and anyone else that chooses to do this.”

“Okay,”  He said his breath catching a little.  “A little boy and a little girl.”

I nodded and took his hand, placing it on my stomach.  It wasn’t long until there was a kick.  He looked down at my stomach before looking back up at me.  “They … they do that?”

“Yeah, for a while now.  You’ve missed a lot, Tony.”

He nodded and slipped down into the bed, keeping his hand on my stomach.  For a while, we didn’t say anything.  We just sat, him feeling the babies.  “Do they have names?”

“First names.  The girl is Riley and the boy is Pietro.”

He nodded a small frown on his face. “Okay.”

“You have any input on middle names?”  I asked.

He looked at me a little startled.  “Maria?”

I nodded.  “Yeah.  That would be nice.  Riley Maria.”  I said.  “You know, if you can just trust yourself, that you aren't the person you think you are, you'll be a great dad, Tony.”

“I will?”

“Yeah.  If you don't lock yourself up when you get scared.  I've seen you with that spider-kid.”  I said, rubbing his thigh.

“That’s different.   I’m not his dad.  I’m just a mentor.  I only see him sometimes and his Aunt is amazing.  I can’t fuck him up.”  He argued.

I shrugged.  “Still.  You’re good.  You'll be good.  Just... Make sure you practice saying I love you.”

“Right.”  He said with a nod.  “I - I do love you, Elly.  I love you.  I’m really sorry I did this to you again.”

I melted into him and he wrapped his arms around me, leaning his chin on the top of my head.  Maybe we still had some work to do, but finally, we were all back together again.  That was at least a good start.

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