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unicyclehippo · 1 day ago
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One word prompt for hawkeye/bishova: tense
(Also yay! Excited for you to try to write for them! Love ur writing and also hawkeye 🫶)
ok just a short one while i have my coffee. in the same vague story as regret & stumble
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so far, kate’s talked for the whole drive.
it’s not something she’s particularly proud of, okay? it’s just a fact. she does start to think she would make an incredible politician purely on her filibuster flair but the thought passes, a little because she can’t think of anything worse than politics, a little because she starts feeling guilty that her present filibustering isn’t some grand speech in defence of civil liberties but a desperate attempt to fill the car with noise so clint won’t ask her questions.
‘—and that’s obviously where everything started to go wrong, because apparently the bell wasn’t fixed in the tower properly and the arrow doesn’t weight that much—what am i saying, you know how much arrows weigh, and this was just a flute14, they’re like, what three-eighty?’
‘three eighty-five.’
kate turned in the seat to stare at him, mouth agape. she hadn’t seen him turn his hearing aid off but she had just figured, after three hours of this, that he’d managed to tune her out. she didn’t think he was really listening.
oh well. in for an arrow, in for a quiver full.
‘right! so i didn’t think it would bring a tower down. obviously. but it turns out that the weight of the arrow is nothing and it’s actually the force you gotta calculate, which, i should obviously have realised but yknow what they say about hindsight and shooting arrows at bell towers. i guess the bell wasn’t built to be rung because when i used the snapshut head—‘
‘snapshut?’
‘yeah. they have a claw on the front so when you hit something, it clicks the trigger and closes the claw around it.’
clint tilts his head. ‘huh.’
‘anyway, the arrow pulled the rope and the rope pulled the bell and the bell pulled the beam and the beam pulled the top of the tower and everything kinda…collapsed from there.’
if she had to pick when things started going wrong this year, that was probably it. or was it just the latest in a long string of things going wrong? there was an unhappy thought.
‘did you design the snapshut head?’
kate beamed at clint. she was so happy he was her partner—he knew she needed to talk. talk about taking one for the team.
‘no, i saw last years olympics champ using something similar. well, i guess i designed my snapshuts—design feels like a really sophisticated term,’ she confessed. ‘i just kept trying stuff until it worked.’
clint glanced sidelong at her. ‘yeah,’ he said. ‘that’s what designing is.’
‘oh. then yeah.’
he huffed a little laugh and turned his attention back to the road.
it was really pretty. they were still in pennsylvania and the highway ran straight and clear ahead of them. on either side, dense forests crowded in grey and green and on a distant ridge, she could make out rows of looming hemlocks like a fence of arrows.
maybe not arrows, she supposed. just because something was triangular didn’t mean it looked like an arrow.
she leaned her head against the window. it shuddered and jumped under her skull from the tiny bumps in the road and made her teeth buzz.
clint reached carefully back and grabbed his sweater, holding it out to her.
‘what’s this for?’
‘fold it up, use it as a pillow.’ he said it all stern, an order, like it wasn’t the sweetest thing in the world. ‘you’ll get a concussion if your head bangs around like that.’
‘another concussion,’ she pointed out cheerfully. ‘oh. you didn’t know that? i mean, i’m fine.’
‘mhm.’ clint glowered at the road.
kate folded up the soft sweater and tucked it between her head and the window. then, between one blink and the next, she fell asleep.
//
lucky barked when clint took him out to pee at the next gas station. kate jerked awake with a kick and a snort.
‘shh,’ clint soothed, patting her shoulder. ‘go back to sleep.’
//
‘you should have woken me up!’ kate insisted for the sixth time. ‘i can’t believe you bought chips, of all things. i mean, salt? what were you thinking? it’s gonna dry us out, parch the lips, we’re gonna be gasping for liquids, clint!’
‘will it stop you from talking?’
‘in the worst case scenario, yes.’ she narrowed her eyes at him and asked, darkly, ‘why?’
he scratched at the stubble on his chin, but not fast enough to hide his smile. ‘just wondering. there’s something blue in the icebox, by the way.’
‘blue?’
kate twisted to check what drinks he bought. it looks like the worlds most off-brand gatorade and she gets why he just said blue. it’s not only the name but also the most prominent and upsetting feature.
‘it’s so blue…’
‘i know.’
‘this can’t be healthy.’
‘can’t be.’
‘…want half?’
clint rolled down his window and poured the dregs of his coffee into the highway gutter, passing the styrofoam cup over.
//
‘so. you had drinks with yelena?’
kate dug very nonchalantly into the bag of chips. she pulled out a folded chip between her pointer and middle finger.
‘did you ever get told it was bad luck to touch a folded chip with your thumb?’
‘…no.’
‘weird.’ she shoved it in her mouth and chewed obnoxiously loud. maybe he’d take it as a hint.
he didn’t.
‘some protege you turn out to be,’ he teased (she hoped). ‘you couldn’t have waited a week? she only tried to kill me yesterday.’
‘she wasn’t trying very hard,’ kate pointed out. ‘if she wanted either of us dead, we would be dead. like, you saw her fighting, right?’
‘yep.’
‘i’m not bad at fighting, clint! i have won—‘ she totted them up quickly. ‘seventeen trophies! important trophies! i got my black belt at fifteen. and she’s like, wow. so much better.’
clint nodded. his face stayed smooth but kate, half turned in her seat to lean against the window, had a perfect view of his hands curling tight around the steering wheel.
‘yep.’
‘was—‘ kate stopped. shoved another chip in her mouth.
clint’s lips turned up very slightly. ‘you can ask.’
‘are you sure?’
‘yeah.’
‘okay.’
kate thought carefully about how to phrase it. the black widow—the black widow—was a sore subject for clint. hawkeye. for obvious reasons. and with each hour that passed in this rust bucket truck that smelled now of gasoline and potato chips and dog, everything got a little bit more strange. she had known instantly who clint was when he stripped the mask from her face—the hawkeye! her hero! the world’s hero!—and then the week passed like a kidney stone and now he was hawkeye and also nathaniel’s dad and a husband and this guy. who was strange in his own right. like, who went into a gas station and bought the weirdest stuff on purpose? and kate was sitting in his passenger seat, their bows were packed together in the back seat, he had walked her dog. it was a lot. and she didn’t want to fuck it up.
‘was natasha like that?’ she asked quietly, words half vanishing under the putter of the engine so if he wanted to, he could pretend he hadn’t heard.
‘she was better.’ when kate scoffed, he grinned that tight lopsided grin, like he’d half forgotten how to smile. ‘i’m serious. she was the best. once, that meant she was the worst of the worst. and then…’
‘the shot you didn’t take.’
‘yeah.’
‘and she came to your side.’
‘not at first.’ clint opened his mouth. kate threw a chip in and cheered when he caught it between his teeth. ‘it was messy,’ he said through the crunch. ‘she killed some more people, injured more, broke into some facilities.’
‘what?’
‘she was a bad guy, kate.’ clint’s smile faded a touch. ‘yelena is too. just ‘cause she’s out doesn’t mean she’s changed.’
hot words raced up her throat into her mouth like bile; kate bit them back, surprised and a little weirded out by her own intensity. you don’t understand! she wanted to say, which was dumb as hell because of all the people in the world, the black widow’s best friend knew.
kate lowered her eyes to the dashboard. she thought of bell towers and scoldings and her mother’s gentle hand on her chin, looking at her the same way she had at eight years old.
‘i’ll be careful,’ she told him softly.
‘okay.’
//
clint had been a trooper through the trip, kate could and would readily admit that. she was the worst road trip buddy in the world. school trips relegated to being the teachers buddy could attest to that.
the last hour, kate folded her lips tight and her hands in her lap, only reaching out to stroke lucky’s head until he glared sleepily at her out of his one eye and turned away.
‘you’re being pretty quiet.’
‘are you sure i should come?’ kate blurted.
clint laughed. ‘bit late for that, isn’t it?’
‘no? i mean, the nearest airport is, what, two hours drive? or i could rent a car and drive back. it’s really pretty here, it’d be a nice drive, i wouldn’t mind at all. because christmas is a family thing and i know your kids were really wanting you back—‘
‘you’re coming.’
‘okay.’
clint threw her a few worried looks as the minutes ticked away.
‘she invited you. my wife. they want to meet you.’
‘me?’
‘no,’ he drawled, ‘the other girl archer who saved my life.’
he admitted it! kate very coolly grinned and pumped her fist in a secret little cheer.
‘okay,’ she said again.
she thought it sounded very happy that time, she thought she was very happy that time, but then clint had to sling a question her way—unfair—and she wasn’t so sure.
‘do you want to be there?’ he scratched at his head, above his deafened ear. ‘i didn’t really ask, i guess. did you want to stay in the city?’
kate leaned against the soft sweater and turned her eyes to the highway. the grass plain and the rolling hills that curtained the barton farm from the rest of ohio and the world.
‘nah,’ she said, tone light. ‘are you kidding? and miss out on christmas with the real hawkeye?’
given that she had raised her misgivings like, twelve seconds ago, she deserved his very intense and disbelieving side-eye. but it was sweet that he didn’t press.
//
cooper, she learned, was like his dad in that he kept most of his thoughts inside his head. he was less like his dad because when kate started rambling, he actually seemed to enjoy it and laughed at all her jokes. he probably got that from his mom, who was the most incredible host. warm and gracious and welcoming from the get go.
nathaniel—nate—was cheeky and bright and goofy and totally enamoured with lucky. he was at that age where he constantly had sticky hands and something on his face and when he laughed more than anything else.
lila was an odd combination of her parents. she looked a lot like her mom, and older than her years in the way kate remembered from high school, wanting to seem older than she was. she was so obviously sharp, clever and pointed and had a ton of questions for kate that started off kind and got way more… harsh wasn’t the right word. protective, maybe. of her dad and his time he had promised them. of herself, when it came to this stranger who had stolen their dad for a long precious week.
‘so, you’re like, his apprentice now or something?’ lila asked when her parents were busy in the kitchen kissing hello and, kate assumed, telling her some of the more important things that had happened.
‘um. something like that.’
‘that’s cool. you’re an archer like him?’
‘yeah, yep.’
‘and you nearly got both of you killed?’
‘lila.’
‘i’m just asking.’
‘not in front of nate,’ laura murmured, with a sweet smile. ‘and maybe not at all, yeah hun?’ she tugged at her daughter’s ponytail lightly, teasing.
‘i don’t mind,’ kate lied brightly, sitting tall and tense on the sofa with the girl. ‘it’s totally fair to ask.’
‘see! she doesn’t mind.’
kate had to look away when laura sent her daughter The Look; her ribs ached, clenching so tight around her chest, and it was weirdly hard to breathe for a second.
‘—ate? kate?’
a soft hand touched her shoulder. kate jumped up from the sofa, jostling laura and her own hot cocoa.
‘hey, sweetie, are you—‘
‘which way to the little girl’s room, sorry? it was a helluva long drive,’ she laughed, and chattered as lila stood at another parental look and guided her through a warren of doors and halls to the guest toilet.
‘sorry for badgering you,’ she said quietly, sharply, but not begrudgingly. ‘i’m just glad he’s home.’
and safe, she didn’t say.
kate smiled down at the girl. ‘i get it,’ and rolled her eyes when lila huffed and strode away. wild. she was usually so good with people, and especially kids. she had it on good authority that she was still just an older kid a lot of the time.
tucking away in the washroom, kate sat and let herself breathe. it smelled of lavender soap and some leafy plant on the windowsill. everything was clean and kitschy and so not home that kate had to curl up tight around her bruised and battered body and press her face into her coat, smell the singed sleeve and remember that yeah, she had fought kingpin and a thousand tracksuit goons yesterday and—and everything else that happened too.
her pocket shivered. more accurately, the phone in her pocket shook with an incoming text.
(yelena), the ID said. kate had changed it pretty fast. not that she was likely to forget.
no message to say you are there safe? how rude.
kate laughed softly.
we got here safe. no thanks to clint
should she have said that? yelena wasn’t on the warpath anymore but would she get it was a joke?
he bought this weird blue drink, she started, and kept talking until clint called her for dinner.
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softquietsteadylove · 3 months ago
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you know the *really* spicy fic just written? Can we have some aftercare for that please (I just kinda want more detail on that part)
Gil wrung out the cloth, making sure it was soft to the touch, and a perfect lukewarm. Cooling to overheated skin but not so cold that it wouldn't be useful.
Thena was curled up on the couch.
The ego in him was a bit pleased to see her satisfied to the point of exhaustion. But this wasn't about him congratulating himself for being a good lover. This was about Thena.
He crouched next to her, starting at her delicate wrists. He dabbed the cloth against her skin, still faintly red from where he had kept her bound. They had never experimented quite like this before. But he had a good feeling that she enjoyed it too.
Gil ran the cloth over Thena's body lightly, wiping away the sheen of sweat she had developed. He would get some water and a snack into her next, but this came first. It reminded him of when she was in Sersi's poison ward and he had given her a sponge bath.
Thena didn't exactly like recalling that time, or that specific event. But he thought there was something kind of beautiful about it. He hadn't had any ulterior motive in it, he just wanted the woman he loved to be comfortable.
"Hm," Thena hummed as he turned her over to wash her back.
"It's okay, Princess," he whispered. She squirmed the lower down her back he got. She would probably develop some bruising there shortly. He would ice it and apologise on his knees if she wanted.
He then moved to her legs. He bit back a smile; she had never been at such a particular point of pleasure before. He ran the cloth up her legs. They were faintly sticky, she wouldn't like that. He made it up to her thighs before he paused. "Honey."
Thena cleared her throat at him, keeping her thighs together and slightly crossed so as to hide herself. She was roused from her sleep and glaring at him with all the strength she could muster (it wasn't much).
He chuckled. His wife was willing to go to such lengths with him, but as soon as the cold, hard light of day hit, she was somewhat shy. He ran his fingers up the back of her calf until he could slip his palm into the back of her knee. "Come on, Sweetness."
"I am capable of doing this myself," she grumbled as her legs - so devoid of strength that it took nothing for him to open them again - unfurled.
"I know," he mused easily. He moved his eyes away from his precious target and to hers. She squeezed her eyes shut as he wiped away the most significant evidence of their latest foray. He balled the cloth up in his hand and left a kiss below her naval. "But I like doing this for you."
Thena gave up scolding him, flopping back again as he moved back to the bathroom attached to his office. "I recall I have a rule about lying around naked in the office."
Yes, but she was so much better at it than he was. He came out again, having also given at least his upper body a quick and lazy wipe down. He retrieved his shirt, long, long forgotten in their excitement.
"No one is still in the office, are they?" she asked, sounding half asleep as he got her arms through the sleeves and let him button it around her willowy frame.
"Nope, I gave everyone the evening off. Everyone on our floor, at least," he smiled, undoing the first set of buttons he had done up. She huffed at him but he gave her a little peck. "I like seeing your cleavage, Ice."
"Insatiable man," she chided.
"Yeah," he moved his ring to the right hand again, finally scooping her up to settle her on his lap. His hand tilted her head so he could touch the tip of her nose with his. Himself from even just two years ago would laugh at him. "But I'm your insatiable man."
"Hm," she denied him the thrill of more playful arguing, settling against his chest again.
"I love you, Thena," he cooed, kissing along her cheeks and all over her face. The cloth had worked; her skin no longer felt sweaty.
"Love you too," she purred in reception of his affection. She said it far less than he did, but he was always fine with that. When she did say it, he knew she meant it.
She meant it when she kissed him goodbye in the mornings, or parting with him after a stolen lunch together. She meant it when she made it clear to his enemies than an enemy of the Tyrant King's was an enemy of the Ice Queen as well. And he knew she meant it when she let him take care of her after a crazy hot fuck session.
"I've got sushi and tteokbokki and pierogies all on the way," he continued to nuzzle her. He liked cuddling her, especially after being intimate. Sometimes Thena would hit her limit and squirm away from him, like a cat reluctant to accept cuddles.
"You spoil me," she sighed, still letting him cling to her. She truly was exhausted.
He ran his hand over her leg, soft and smooth, although he was pretty sure she would shave if not tonight then tomorrow. "You gonna be able to work in the morning?"
"Of course," she countered, and then immediately yawned and discredited herself. "It is almost as if I recommended some restraint."
Gil grinned, "I did use restraints."
She slapped his chest.
He captured the hand lazily sliding down again and moved it back to his heart. Feeling his heartbeat for herself settled her, like a lullaby. "I'm sure you can move a few morning meetings if you have to."
She puffed through her nose. "You just want me to show up for my investors meeting still glowing from all this."
So they could see his wife in all her beautiful glory and know that she was very well taken care of as a married woman?...no, of course not.
"If you're glowing then it must be because you're the light of my life," he schmoozed. Thena laughed, always amused by his silly and downright corny compliments. He always had plenty more.
She didn't even flinch at the knock on the door. "Go."
"Yes, ma'am," he kissed her cheek again, slipping away to retrieve the food delivery. He cracked the door open and leaned over to drag it inside. Not a soul was there, but he knew how Thena felt about anyone - even a security camera - seeing her at her most vulnerable.
Thena managed to sit herself up, but even the way she was leaning back spoke to her level of physical exhaustion. Gil frowned; maybe they did overdo it. "What?"
"Nothing," he shook his head, unpacking the food on the coffee table between this and the other couch.
He blinked as Thena slumped forward, laying herself over his back and looping her arms around his neck. He turned his head but she nuzzled the back of his neck. She muttered something in Russian, which she knew he wasn't good at! "Hm?"
Thena turned her face so she could speak more clearly. "I said you are a good husband."
Nothing could make him happier than hearing that. He patted her arms locked around him and bent his head to kiss her fingers. "Glad to hear it, baby."
"Hm," she concluded, slipping backwards again. "Now, will you stop delaying?"
"Yes, Ice Queen," he chuckled, turning and holding up a rice cake with his hand under it. "Open up."
"You don't have to feed me."
"Aw, c'mon, it's like old times!"
"You feeding me while I was poisoned should not be 'old times'," she huffed, at least leaning forward to accept the bite. Her eyes lit and he could see the hunger she wasn't fully aware of make itself more known to her.
"Well, you can think of this time instead," he suggested, which she ignored, as he would have expected her to. He offered a piece of sushi next.
"Are you not going to have some?" She eyed him from his position on the floor, moving food from the table to her mouth.
He grinned. With them both of the same mind, she moved from the couch and he pushed the table out more. She settled on his lap again, letting him reach around her. She took another piece of salmon roll for herself and then offered him a bite over her shoulder.
"You ever think," he began, before she put her fingers on his lips to make him chew and swallow before speaking again. He gulped. "You ever think about how ourselves from two years ago probably wouldn't believe it if they could see us now?"
Thena smiled at least at the amusing idea. "I believe if you had attempted to describe this scene to my past self I would have littered you with knives until you had more holes in you than a fine sourdough."
Ah, so romantic, his Ice Queen. He merely kissed her cheek, waiting for his next bite, "same here, probably."
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pholla-jm · 7 months ago
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IMAGINE: HEIR~ SUKUNA X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: sukuna is a bit ooc. f!reader. true form sukuna. not proof read
If you haven't read the first part, here it is: Heir. ***************
As months went by, your stomach got bigger and rounder. Your back was certainly hurting, feet aching, and a constant need to go pee. 
You almost hated every second of it. 
If it wasn’t for the fact you were bringing life into the world, you would’ve hated every second of it. 
Someone that was almost more excited than you was your lover, Sukuna. He was dead set on the baby being a boy. He was so excited to raise a boy to create a future heir. 
He even already picked out a name for him. Akumu, not a common name but it was one that Sukuna liked and it was set. 
However, you had a feeling that you were having a daughter. But, Sukuna was not hearing any of that. But just in case, you picked out a name just in case it was a girl. You wanted to have a similar vibe that Sukuna wanted so you chose Yumekui. 
You were very close to your due date and you were extremely nervous. You felt like you weren’t ready. You felt the nursery wasn’t ready or that things weren’t baby proofed enough. 
That’s why you paced around the castle, trying to get things ready. You didn’t care that your feet ached and your back was crying for help. All you cared about was making sure that everything was ready and perfect for the baby.
You know who did care? Sukuna. He didn’t like how you are constantly on your feet, pacing around and just being worried in general. 
“Woman.” Sukuna calls out once he finds you wandering the halls. You turn to him, already knowing you’re about to get scolded. “You should be resting.” You pout a little, “but do you see that over there?” You say while pointing to an area where a sharp corner was protruding. 
Sukuna follows your finger, “yeah. What about it?” “What if the baby hurts themselves from that?” Sukuna rolls his eyes, “you’re being paranoid. Our son will be strong. A corner is not going to harm him.” 
There’s that word again. Son. You often thought about what his reaction would be if it was a daughter instead. Would he be mad? Would he kick the both of you out? Would he kill the child? All these negative thoughts clouded your mind daily. 
That’s why when the time came, you really didn’t want Sukuna in the room- just the midwives. However, Sukuna wanted to be in the room with you and no one was really going to defy his orders. 
Sukuna was being super supportive though during the whole process. He held your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you wanted, even though it felt like a little pinch to him. He also kept a clean towel to wipe the sweat off of you. Even the sly cursing didn’t affect him. 
The process felt like hours and you were sure you looked like a hot mess. Sukuna didn’t care though. In his eyes you were still the most beautiful woman. 
You could feel the baby coming through and it was only confirmed by the midwife when she said the head was crowning and you only needed to do a couple more pushes. 
You were happy to hear that as you started to feel more tired and weak with every second that passed by. 
Finally, you heard the sound of an infant crying. Relief washed through your body. Until you heard the words you didn’t want to hear.
“Congratulations. It’s a girl.” 
You felt Sukana’s grip on your hand loosen until he completely lets go of your hand.
You could feel your heart drop and your skin paled. You wanted to grab the baby before Sukuna did. But you were too weak to sit up correctly. 
“W-wait..” Your voice only came out as a whisper as your back hit the bed. “I want..” You couldn’t speak anymore as your head lolled to the side. You could feel a midwife trending to your side. 
The last thing you saw was the midwife holding the child and Sukuna walking up to the child. You could see the subtle frown on his face as he looked down at the small baby. After that, your vision went black as you went into a peaceful slumber. 
*************
Everything felt sore. Extremely sore. It took you a minute to come to your senses. But when you remember your situation, you sit up. Hoping to find your daughter safe and sound. 
However, what you saw was the last thing you expected.
Your daughter was swaddled, in the crib sound asleep. 
What shocked you even more was Sukuna. The man who said who wanted a son, stood at the crib admiring his child. 
His large body was bent over so his arms were crossed and leaning against the edge. His head was tilted to the side and resting on his arms. You would have never guessed you would see a sight like this. He looked almost… soft. All though, you would never say that to him. 
Sukuna heard the rustling of the sheets causing him to sit up a little. 
“I’m glad you’re awake.” He says and you nod your head. 
“Are you mad?” You softly ask him. “Why would I be mad?” “You know… for having a daughter. Not a son, like you wanted.” 
Sukuna laughs, but not too loudly to wake the baby. 
Sure, he was a bit upset when he heard that it was a girl. But as soon as her eyes opened, the same red color as his, he swore he could feel his heart stop. The cries were weak and pathetic in his opinion. However, when the midwife handed her over to him, her cries stopped. The baby looked up at him with wonder and she showed him a gummy smile. 
Sukuna would never tell you that as soon as her cries stopped he started to love the child. 
“No. She’s so small. I decided that having a daughter isn’t too bad.” You chuckle at his answer and peer over the crib, getting a good look at your daughter. 
Even though she was a few hours old, you could tell that she was Sukuna’s daughter. You could only imagine what she would look like when she gets older.
“She looks just like you.” You mutter, a little upset that you carried her for so long and she came out looking like her father. 
“Of course she does. My genetics are strong.” “Hmm, we’ll see with the next baby.” 
Sukuna grins at your words, “the next baby? Already planning for another?” “Wait, wait,” you giggle while holding your hand up, “I don’t mean that just yet. I still have to heal.”  Sukuna hums, silently agreeing. “Next time, it’ll be a boy. I’ll make sure of it.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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wroteclassicaly · 3 months ago
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Daddy Steve
(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)
Summary: Steve finds out you’re pregnant.
Warnings: Language, hurt/comfort, best-friends to lovers, Daddy!Steve, mentions loss of virginity, alludes to smut, nausea, throwing up, and pregnancy stuff.
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader
A/N: Ever since that Daddy Steve comment in season three, my brain can’t get a breeding kink addicted Steve outta my filthy ass head! And thus, I bring you more trash that you didn’t ask for, lol!! I might do a part two with smut?? Enjoy! - Kristen <3
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“C’mon, you love this stuff, honey,” Steve mumbles around a mouthful of buttery popcorn.
You’re smashed between him and your shared best-friend, Robin Buckley—on the sofa, watching some newly released horror film that went straight to video, and right into Steve’s VCR. You have to fight everything inside of you not to gag on the smell of popped kernels, urges to inhale, an automatic reflex that only serves to make your predicament worse. Robin wrinkles her nose in distaste, reaching across you and shoving his wrist away.
“Because having greasy ass butter on your chin is really encouraging her to try it out, Harrington.”
“Mhm,” You say, a half whimper slipping out. Your stomach rolls, making you automatically grip onto your baggy denim over shirt, the small swelling of your tummy a comfort.
Fuck the morning sickness… when did this start happening?
Robin’s eyes glance at you with a pitying worry, raising a brow in silent communication. You shake your head, giving her an ‘I’m fine’ signal, dodging Steve’s last classic film snack advance. When you catch sight of his tongue working to clean off his mouth’s corner, that ache teeters between your thighs, a rush of words tumbling off your lips.
“I have to go pee.” You scramble from the couch, nearly tripping over worn converse in the process.
And, as it turns out, your excuse is an even more idiotic thing to say. Steve’s voice halts you in your footfalls.
“Again? That’s like, the fifth time in an hour. And unless you’re chugging from some secret flask, I haven’t seen you drink much of anything, either.”
“I…”
“Dude, do not ever question a woman again about her bathroom habits, okay?” Robin interjects, giving him the Robin look.
“If she’s on her period she can just tell us that. You think I give a crap? We’re all friends here.” Steve shrugs a shoulder, tossing the empty popcorn bag down and ducking his salty fingers into his mouth with a delectable ‘pop’.
You’re momentarily lost within the realm of your raging hormones. Your doctor had told you to expect fluctuating moods, surprising shifts in your appetite; sexually, emotionally, physically, and nutrition wise. That explains why you’re always stealing Dustin’s sour candy and eating spoonfuls of peanut butter at 3:00 AM, crying at reruns of Cheers, and currently ogling your best-friend like he’s always been yours, and isn’t currently pining for someone else. Steve isn’t yours, despite what he’s put inside of you after one needy night together. His dark irises suddenly find you gawking, leaving him confused.
The way his nose is shaped, his jawline structure, that delicious neck he permitted you to mark at one point, that gorgeously soft hair you spent all night pulling, to that sinfully beautiful mouth—you’re speechless and very overwhelmed.
I need him…
He starts to move, but you hold up a hand. That would be sensory overload. “I should definitely go home after. I’ve got an early shift at the store tomorrow.” You lie.
“After what? Peeing?” Steve laughs.
Another ever changing hormone snaps your irritation, causing you to roll your eyes, desire lightly dissipating. “Obviously. That cool with you, King Harrington? Or do you need to further bore me with your pathetic excuse for a movie pick?”
Robin starts to edge back from Steve, his own anger at your snapping at him seeping through, coming off him in dangerous waves.
“Okay, what is with this goddamned attitude? We always watch bullshit movies and you’ve never complained about it before!”
“Mr. Former Prom King isn’t keen on attitudes now? Sounds like a problem that’s not mine.” You push, unable to stop yourself. After all, it’s better than feeling like garbage listening to him go on and on about Nancy, not even knowing he took your virginity and got you pregnant in one go.
If Steve could tuck his eyebrows into his hairline then they’d be there. His hands pinch his hips, lips pursed as he’s clenching his teeth.
“You know what, you should leave. Between your bitching, constant bathroom breaks, and acting too stuck up to watch a movie and eat some popcorn with your friends, you’re not much fun to be around anyways.”
“Steve!” Robin scolds.
“What? Princess is allowed to act like she’s too good to hang out lately and we can’t be upset about it?” Steve motions to you with a tipped hand.
There’s a burning brimming your eyes before you can stop it. You’d prefer the anger. Steve’s hands tighten at his sides, jaw twitching, a biting question, battling his urges to comfort you and apologize for upsetting you. “Why are you even crying right now?”
“Let’s all just calm down and breathe, okay?” Robin stands now, tiptoeing to meet in the middle of you.
“I was calm. I think you need to talk to her about all this. As a matter of fact, call her tomorrow after I call her a cab and she leaves, because I know she’s not working in the morning, and she just lied to our faces.” Steve adds.
Your face flushes, stomach tightening. That sickness is overpowering you, taking control. You can’t stop that watering in your eyes, blurring your vision, making your two best-friends blobs in the distance. They start arguing back and forth, Steve’s evident confusion at Robin defending your behavior, and Robin pleading with him to give you a break. You don’t say anything, but turn on your heel and make the walk down the hallway, barricading yourself in the bathroom and taking care of your pressing bladder, head in your hands as you silently cry.
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Being a simple band geek that harbored a crush on Steve for years, turning into his best-friend too when you and Robin began working at the mall with him, to leaning on each other when Starcourt fell into shambles and monsters became very real to you, finalizing one shared night three months ago—it all happened so fast. Steve never said anything more after, just thanked you for being there for him and checked in on you with phone calls and a work chat. You couldn’t bear staying with him that night, either, so you had left, leaving your virginity and your scent behind on Steve’s sheets. You wanted to, you needed him as much as he had to have you, but you weren’t sure how to feel about it, and Robin had picked it up right away—scolding you, before asking how it was and if you were alright. She’s been there for you through it all, and you’re double on the guilt at dragging her into this mess.
“Honey?” A heavy rasping of knuckles and a deep voice, a softer tone is sighing out on the other side.
You imagine him in that Steve Harrington lean, his ankle crossed over the other, palm on the framework, posture leaning into the doorway. Heaving out a breath you shouldn’t have held, you finish and wash your hands, throat constricting around a painful gulp as you unlatch the lock and pull open the door.
You’re right.
His lips making that familiar motion, dark eyes saddened, worried, guilt ridden. You don’t even let him speak, locking your arms around his striped clad waist, arms sliding down, wrists brushing his leather belt. You inhale his laundry detergent, cologne spritzed scent, sniffling your apologies in quiet words. He lets you go on, pulling away a minute later to grip your shoulders, squeezing. “If you are on your period… or you’re upset about something, or I pissed you off, will you please talk to me?”
Your heartbeat gallops full speed ahead, thrumming sporadically against your throat. “I’m not on my period, Steve.” The words feel dry, your lips too chapped to even speak.
“Then what is it, and why can you tell Robin but not me?” He sounds hurt. Really hurt.
You find yourself at a loss, tongue stumbling to scrape up scraps of words. Nothing comes.
“She hasn’t told me shit, but I know that she knows what’s going on?”
You escape his words, chickening out. “My cab ride will probably be here soon, I better go.”
“I never called a cab.” Steve crosses his arms over his chest now. “And I wasn’t going to, you just pissed me off.”
“Yeah, well… ditto.” You snark, not meaning to.
“Okay, care to share why? Because I do everything I can to make sure you’re safe and you’re smiling. It makes me feel like shit when you feel like shit.”
Every scenario you imagined telling Steve about carrying his baby in, you never thought it would be him hovering over your blubbering, nauseated, hot mess form. But as you look into those eyes of his—glittering with undiluted concern, pulse vibrating off your lungs, ping ponging off your jugular, the words come on their own.
“I’m pregnant.”
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That very popular symptom of sickness overtakes you, having you abandoning Steve in the doorway with your confession, your knees hitting the floor, head over the toilet bowl as it all comes out. And you sob. Over exerted from physical exhaustion, mentally tired over a guilty conscious, and ready to go to sleep—you pathetically cling to the Harrington’s guest toilet, panting, mouth wet, trembling hand reaching for your hair, only to be swept away. When you look up your heart takes a painful blow, stuttering in your chest. Steve’s eyes are watering, teeth gnawing on his lower lip.
He looks wounded, defeated. Like you kicked him into a gutter and left him there. Alone.
Still, he helps you lean back, stretching his long arm to flush the toilet and reach for a decorative hand towel, using the bathtub faucet behind him to wet it and press it along your forehead, edging down your neck, finally cleaning your mouth. He’s so gentle, so delicate in his touches, aside from his own emotions. You grip his wrist, seeing the dried tears matting his gorgeous lashes, holding his hand in yours. “I’m sorry.”
“How long have you known?” Is all he can croak, voice shaky and damp. He settles back against the wall, you following suit, still holding his hand in yours.
“Two months.”
“We had sex three months ago.” He reminds you, as if maybe he’s unsure how to approach it.
He remembers?
“I found out when I was already four weeks. Besides, it can’t be anyone else’s when I’ve only slept with you.”
“But we were just together for one night.” He looks confused, scrubbing a hand over his face, sniffing.
“Yeah, Steve, we were.” You hope to god that he gets the message without you having to say it.
It takes him moments, which feel like eternity. And then you are very aware of his pointed stare. “Are you telling me I’ve been the only guy to ever take you to bed?”
“Looks like it. Congrats.” You mutter, lifting your knees, an indulging stance your little swollen bump won’t let you complete. You grab over it, an instinctive reaction. Steve’s directing a watchful eye over your bulky denim, swallowing, his words coming out meek, gently. “Can I see?”
You look like a deer caught in headlights, moving to drop his hand, but he holds on, fingertips drawing circles over the back of your palm. “It’s okay.”
It relaxes you enough to agree, using your right hand to lift the denim, your simple lavender top stretched over the small swell that’s nestled at your navel, expanding towards your hips. You feel Steve move your joined hands over the fabric, scraping, scratching, dipping down underneath the bottom, hovering. “It won’t hurt it if I feel, right?”
This makes you laugh softly, shaking your head. “You didn’t pay attention in health class at all, did you?” At his exasperated dumbfounded look, you continue. “S’ okay, Steve. Just please don’t push on anything, because I can’t promise you the front of your shirt won’t look like the Exorcist after.”
“That bad, huh?” He questions, sincerity dripping through his words.
“You have no idea.” You help him raise your tee beneath your breasts, that cute and developing bump in all its glory. Your skin, already getting a couple more stretch marks, shines in the low light of the bathroom, your breathing and Steve’s all that is audible.
Times like this you wish you had your Polaroid to take his absolutely fascinated stare in. His big hand closes over it, pressing feather light, his watch showing 10:01 PM. It feels so damned good to have him know, to have someone touching you like this. And oddly… it’s as if this is how it should always be.
Steve is on the precipice of unknown, a possessive derailment wiggling its way into his normally calm exterior. His baby. Parts of him that fused with parts of you, growing an entire human being. And the sheer fact that you’re swollen with his child? He has to fight every way that pummels a fire into the pit of his stomach.
“I took your virginity when we made this?” He is marveling.
You clear your throat, embarrassed. “You did.”
He sniffles once more, then he’s palming circles across your stomach, before respectfully tugging your shirt down and adjusting it. He makes a move to halt you from shaking the denim back down. “You don’t have to hide it anymore. Please, don’t.”
You give a watery look of incredulous admiration, grateful he’s still the Steve Harrington you have come to know.
And love…
But he doesn’t have to be privy to that part.
“They said I should be able to hear its heartbeat next week.” A lightened load off your chest has you audibly relaxing against Steve’s shoulder—unintentional, but natural—his arm resting around your shoulders, kneading out mounts of week long tension.
“How big is it? I mean… can they tell?” His fascinating questionnaires have you giddy.
Ever the inquiring man.
You move your neck from side to side, attempting to fixate on the knots, trying to get some squeeze off your muscles. Steve takes notice immediately, his fingers tucking beneath your shirt collar, pinching your flesh and rolling it under his easy grip. “Don’t worry, I got you. How’s that?”
“Mhm, s’ good, Stevie.” His nickname tumbles free, making him squeeze you affectionately. “A plum, by the way.”
He does rear back this time, bewildered, a ‘huh’ pressed into the line between his brows.
You laugh, his ministrations on your neck’s nape continuing. “The baby. It’s the size of a plum, is the way they described it to me. Or whatever I wanna think of that is that size.”
“Can I come?” When you frown, he’s quick to continue, his voice a raspy whisper, still tear-dampened. “To the appointment, I mean.”
You won’t deny how your heart is racing, how his wanting to be involved is both scary and welcomed, but you’re also on the defense, walls up. You can only imagine what his parents will think, what everyone will think. And Nancy… You don’t want to ruin anyone’s future from one one sided night of meaningless sex.
Steve can see the wheels turning in your head, your muscles tensing beneath his touch. It’s a bit frightening.
“Honey—“
“I didn’t need anyone’s permission in deciding to have or keep this baby, Steve. I don’t expect any help, I don’t want any pity support. I’ll be fine on my own.”
The familiarity of descending guilt slaps you in the face, Steve’s shocked look peppering his features. “You think I don’t want to help with my own baby? You think I’m that much of a fucking douchebag?!” He stands now, hands on his hips in that stern way.
You too attempt to stand, gripping the empty towel rack to keep steady. “I didn’t know if that’s what you’d want, Steve. We’re both still so young. It’s my body, so the decision to carry our child was up to me. If I wasn’t going to, I still would’ve told you. As for helping? Like I said, we’re both young and you’re attached… elsewhere.” You try, carefully avoiding her name. “S’ not like I was excited to be the Midwest mom that traps the former heartthrob.”
“Then that would make me the Midwest dad that should’ve worn a condom and taken care of you more. If we’re sharing blame here, let’s even it out.”
You’re very aware he meant something else, but it brings you right back to being beneath him, your legs wide open, thighs trembling, hands holding purchase, unsure, going with him, letting Steve lead. That burning loss of feeling Steve Harrington between your thighs is enough to cause you to squeeze your legs, drawing his attention. And whatever this fresh feeling is, he seems to be feeling it too.
Steve lets his arm shift, fingers combing your hair back behind your ear. “You thinkin’ about it?”
You’re pitifully admitting, hands cupping his back as you slink into his embrace. It’s warm, it’s safe, it’s Steve Harrington. There will be a time for talking, but now isn’t it, now is soaking each other in, being together, with your baby boy or girl.
“I’m thinking a lot of things.” Is your answer, but it’s enough for him to remember how you felt that night, the way you gave yourself to him and stayed right there with him.
There’s a soft air around you both, seemingly helping ward off your aching insides, letting the nausea vanish. Your hand wraps itself over the swell, Steve watching in admiration, hand lowering onto your own. It’s back and forth grins, and you’re pulling away as you remember Robin is still in the living room. Stepping forward and out of Steve’s too warm for your hormones to handle embrace, you turn on the bathroom faucet to wash your hands and cup some water into them, drinking and swishing the nasty taste out. Steve doesn’t take his eyes off you, even as you both find your shared best-friend in living room, brow raised in concern and amusement.
Your bump is on full display and she is shaking her short mane, eyeing Steve’s doe eyed gaze, the color on his cheeks. “Aww, congrats, Daddy Dingus.”
You burst into laughter, full on.
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What about the kids (CBBH) seeing the ‘mudblood’ scar on Vix arm for the first time, and then the kids, specially Draco, trying to comfort her.
James and Sirius feeling guilty again because (James) “abandoned” her (no he didn’t) and (Sirius) cause he couldn’t protect her
Thank you so much, feel free to ignore it if you want to, but thank you anyway
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Ps: I love everything you write, thank you so much for providing us those precious chapters
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CBBH Sirius Black x Vix!reader CW: hurt/comfort, discussions of war, PTSD, trauma, guilt, reference to death of a loved one, children, spoiler alerts if you haven't finished CBBH
The Mind Forgets but the Heart Doesn't
It had been a really trying week. 
Percy and the Twins had gotten into it during class one day this week at Potter Manor, and though James and Molly did what they could to placate the situation when it happened, it seemed to bleed out into the other kids as well.
Harry and Draco didn’t seem to be able to agree on anything at all anymore, Jasmine felt the need to play mediator to their squabbles which just aggravated everyone further, and Aurora was far too sensitive for her own good and took everything anyone said personally.
The adults didn’t seem to be fairing much better either.
You and Lily were expecting at the same time. It was very funny when Lily & James went to announce that they were expecting only to have Y/N & Sirius laugh and say ‘same’. Remus never stopped joking that the family would finally have a ‘set of twins’. 
Lily stopped taking the jokes so well as her pregnancy progressed, however.
“This is absolutely, without a doubt, the last one Potter!” She screeched as she excused herself from the dinner table for the sixth time to pee.
You were such a trooper, but Sirius knew that this pregnancy was taking far more out of you both emotionally and physically than your last one had.
The part that hurt (everyone) the most, was that your brain still associated pain and discomfort with your trauma from the war, and the wounds felt far more fresh lately than they had in a long time.
This left both James and Sirius feeling horribly guilty – James for having left you on the battlefield, and Sirius both for being the cause of your current discomfort and for the months during the war that he spent wallowing when he should have been fighting for you.
Sirius would wake up in the middle of the night and reach for you to find the bed empty. He’d go to check both Aurora and Draco’s room’s first before moving on to the rest of the house.
One particularly upsetting night he found you hiding in the shower after you had a distressing and disturbingly realistic nightmare.
But usually, he found you in the kitchens.
“What are you doing up, my love?” He spoke quietly into the room.
You must have heard him coming because you never even turned your head from where you were sitting; you just offered him a quiet hum in response as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and nuzzled his face into your neck.
His hands would migrate lower to what was usually the reason for your midnight wanders.
“Little one hungry?”
You were quiet for a moment, clearly far away from Potter Manor, before you responded.
“There were times I was only ever able to eat at night... when someone could sneak something to me or I could sneak to the kitchens. But sometimes, now, I wake up a little hungry – and my heart tells me that this is going to be my only chance, and I have to make it count. I tell myself it’s not true but... the anxiety doesn’t go away until I do something about it.”
Sure enough, in front of you on the table was a half-eaten granola bar; evidence of your late-night forage for food.
“What was it that Lily said about those muggle dementia patients?” Sirius asked you as he rubbed up and down your arms.
“The mind forgets but the heart doesn’t.” You responded quietly.
Sirius hummed into your hair as he pressed his lips to the top of your head.
“You’ve done so much work, love. But I don’t think you’ll ever be able to convince your heart to let it go – not fully.”
You sighed miserably, suddenly sounding very close to tears.
“Please be patient with yourself.” He pleaded.
“I’m trying.” You whispered wetly.
“I know, baby. I know.”
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This was why the following morning at the breakfast table when Harry – seemingly out of nowhere – asked what a “mudblood” was, the room fell painfully silent.
The adults all seemed to share horrified glances before Regulus spoke up.
“Where did you hear that word, Harry?”
Harry, slightly ashamed now that he seemed to have sucked the air out of the room, looked at you and motioned towards your arm.
Sure enough, as you had reached across the table to pass Remus the plate of bacon, your sleeve had ridden up and your scar was on full display.
Why’d we teach these ankle biters to read? Sirius wondered to himself.
To Sirius’ absolute horror, you seemed to completely shut down. You hastily pulled your sleeve down and moved your arms into your lap, and your eyes turned foggy. 
“Please don’t occlude baby, stay with us.” Sirius begged quietly as he began to rub your arm.
“Haz, when you and Draco were very little, there was a war – do you remember me and daddy telling you about it?” Lily started cautiously.
“Uh huh, when the bad guy hated people who were different and stole Auntie Vix?”
James grimaced before confirming. “Yes, and how Uncle Reggie and Draco’s mummy Narcissa helped her escape and then defeat the bad guy.” 
“Well, the bad guy and his friends did hate people who were different than them. Mostly, they hated non-magical people,” Lily continued.
“Called muggles.” Harry interjected proudly.
“Right, he hated muggles. And he hated muggle-born witches and wizards as well.” James finished.
“But...mummy and Aunt Lily are muggle-born...” Draco added quietly from his place.
James nodded. “That’s right. And because they hated them, they made up a bad word to call muggle-born’s.”
“That’s what mudblood is, Harry. It’s a bad word to call a muggle-born witch or wizard.” Regulus spoke softly.
Jasmine gasped. “Mum! Did Harry say a bad word!?”
“I was only asking a question!” Harry screeched in his own defence.
“But... why is the bad word on your arm?” Draco asked quietly, looking at you.
Your son addressing you directly seemed to pull you out of yourself a little as you offered him a sad smile. “Well, when the bad guy stole me, I wouldn’t tell him what they wanted to know.”
“What did the bad guy want to know?” Jasmine asked curiously. 
Harry elbowed his sister for interrupting, which earned him a whack on the head in return, which caused Remus to switch seats with his niece in an effort to keep the peace.
“They wanted to know where your mummy and daddy and Harry were. They also wanted to know where Pads and Moony and everyone else in the Order were.” 
“Like the Weasley’s!?” Harry asked in horror, as news of your best friend potentially being on some maniac’s hitlist would do to an almost nine-year-old, even though said maniac was already after him and his entire family.
“But you wouldn’t tell them.” Jasmine stated solemnly.
You nodded at your niece. “That’s right.”
“But why was my mum and Uncle Reggie there?” Draco asked. 
You and Sirius both grimaced as you looked to Regulus, whose jaw seemed more tense than usual. 
“Our family comes from a long line of very bad people, Draco. The Black’s...mine and your dad’s family, as well as your mums, were not kind to people who were different from them. They supported the bad guy during the war, I-”
“But dad didn’t support the bad guy...and he’s a Black.” Draco interrupted as he turned to look at his father pleadingly.
Sirius smiled softly at the boy. “Yes, but you see, Draco, I had friends like Uncle Prongs and Uncle Moony, and your mum here, who taught me that it was okay to be different. And Uncle Prongs’ family also gave me a place to go when I no longer agreed or felt safe with my family. Uncle Reggie didn’t have the same kind of friends.” 
“Your friends were bad guys?” Harry asked plainly.
“Yes.” Regulus answered just as plainly. 
“So...my family was...bad?” Draco asked quietly, looking between you, Sirius, and Regulus.
“Not all of them baby, not Uncle Reggie, and not your mum.” You tried to placate, but Draco didn’t bite.
“But they were there! Supporting the bad guy! That makes them bad!” He insisted.
“No, it made us cowards.” Regulus corrected the boy. “I was too afraid to ask your dad or his friends for help, even though I knew that Sirius would take me in if I asked him to. And your mum did what was expected of her, Draco. Your mum believed marrying your dad and having you was the right thing to do.”
“Draco,” you said quietly as the boy tried to fight back tears. “If your mum and Uncle Reggie hadn’t been there, I would not be alive today. And quite frankly, I think that could be the same for a lot of us in this room. They saved us, baby. Your mummy saved you. There’s nothing bad about that.”
Draco still seemed perturbed by this but looked back down to your now hidden scar.
“But someone...hurt you? With that word? Was it my family?”
You shared a look with Sirius who offered you a small nod before you answered. “It was. It was your aunt...your mum’s sister.”
Draco seemed distraught at the news; his mouth turned down miserably and his eyes filled with tears. “My family was bad.”
“Dad, was my family bad!?” Harry asked severely. 
“Haz, hang on, okay bubs?” James asked quietly. 
“That’s right Draco, your family was bad.” You said.
Every head – child and adult alike – whipped to face you.
“They were bad people...but they’re not anymore. Your family is the people in this room, and your mum who died protecting you. You have Uncle Reggie, who was so brave to save me and to turn against the bad guy he was supposed to be loyal to. You have Uncle Moony, who despite doing very hard things every month, doesn’t ask anything of anyone and gives so much of himself to the people he loves. And you have Uncle Prongs and Aunt Lily, who helped us raise you when daddy and I had no idea what we were doing. And you have Haz, and Jazzy, and Rory and two new siblings coming soon. That’s your family, Draco, and they’re not bad at all.”
Draco scanned the room of all the people he loved the most as a few tears fell, and Sirius was quick to catch them with his finger from his place beside him. 
“I’m sorry the bad guys hurt you, mummy. I wish they hadn’t.” He offered finally.
“Oh! I know!” Aurora piped up out of nowhere (Sirius actually sort of forgot his own daughter was present at the breakfast table) and quickly stood from her seat to hurry away. 
Before the adults had time to ponder where the child had gone, she reappeared beside her mum with the first aid kit from one of the loos and her toy Mediwitch Kit. 
“Okay, mummy. Show Healer Ro where it hurts.” She demanded you in her most authoritative tone, which still sounded far too much like Alvin the Chipmunk to be taken at all seriously.
Sirius grinned down at his girl and pulled her up into his lap (for better access, of course) as you pulled your sleeve up on your arm to expose your scar.
Aurora tapped a fake wand to the injury and held a stethoscope to her ear. “It sounds good mummy; means you’ll be fine.”
“Oh, good.” You sighed in faux relief, failing to bite back the proud smile adorning your face.
“Yup, now just needs plasters. I have some golden snitches, unicorns, or bowtruckles, mummy. Which would you like?”
“I think she ought to have some of each, Ro.” Harry interjected from across the room.
“Quite right, Haz. Healer Ro, could you use some assistance with the plasters?” Sirius asked like a spokesman on a game show.
“Yes sir!” She answered, and each kid took turns applying plasters to your scar and kissing it better.
“Looks better already!” Jasmine cheered after their work was complete.
“Hmmmm...I don’t know...” Sirius said skeptically. “Could use a few more kisses I think.” Before he attacked you with kisses, and the kids followed in suit shortly after.
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captainlondonman · 3 months ago
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WORKIE SKIN
I decided it was time to dress for work the way I wanted. I had been there 3 weeks now and had behaved myself wearing only 11hole DMs, khaki fatiques, and a checked shirt. They all bloody well knew I was a skin so why not dress like one. Anyway it would wind my manager up if nothing else. So I put on my 21 hole Rangers with white laces, my bleachers ( but making sure I wore a jockstrap to hold in my cock), red braces and a black Fred perry. Much better I thought , this is me.
On the way to the factory, I stopped off for a piss. There was a youngish bloke just finishing off. Even with a jockstrap I had to put my hand well down my bleachers to pull out my cock. It was thick and heavy, ready for a good long piss. The bloke looked and I could see him starting to stroke his cock.
What are you fucking looking at you ponce. Never seen a big cock before. Fucking getting you horny aint it. Like to see a skin piss do you.
And with that I turned my knob and let him have it. The piss came out so quick that the bloke didn’t stand a chance to move away.  With my cock aiming straight at him, I sprayed him from his waist down, my piss running down his trousers, over his shoes, his whole crotch steaming with pee.
Don’t fucking mess with a skin you fucking ponce. You want to see fucking pee, so take this, take all my fucking piss down your front.
Christ what are you doing, I’ve got to go to work.
Well you can fucking well tell that a skin has pissed all over cause your were looking at his big dick. Serves you bloody right you little queer boy.
And with that I stuffed my cock back into my bleachers and as I went past him I puched his stomach and pushed him into the urinal.
Have a fucking good day and don’t try that with me again or you’ll get more than just my piss.
I felt good after that. A bit of aggro always made me feel better, and ready for work.
I had gone along for an interview a few weeks ago and met the boss of the packaging company, Dave. He was a big bloke, thinning hair but cut very short almost skinhead. If I hadn’t been for an interview I might have tried it. We had a general chat and he asked if I dressed in skin gear most of the time. I said yeah, sure. He said it was fine by him but that I should tone it down for the other guys when coming to work and that he would not tolerate any aggro at work. If I understood that then I could start on Monday. The manager of the warehouse was a guy called Jason, who really fancied himself, in his designer gear and gelled hair, always going on about his wife and what a high flier she was. Did my head in. It was clear from the beginning that he didn’t like me, and anyway the feeling was mutual. A fucking wanker as far as I was concerned. He made a point of getting me to do all the dirty work, always trying to wind me up. I bit my lip and got on with it as the other guys were all OK. He would sometimes harp on about my skin gear, and ‘what the hell do I look like’. I would just reply and say ‘no worse than the expensive crap you’ve got on.’ Once or twice I would tell him to fuck off with a bit of menace and he would back down.
When I got into work with my bleachers, I saw Dave and he just smiled and shook his head as he passed by. Jason’s eyes were out on stalks.
What the hell are you doing coming into work like that. This isn’t skin alley.
Look, Jas, as long I do my work you shouldn’t fucking well care, so get off my case.
I walked off feeling great in my gear and tough on him.
Throughout the day he got on my nerves saying everything I did was wrong. I was getting well and truly narked. Just before going off he came and said.
You have to work late tonight as your’e behind schedule and we have a rush job.
Shit man, I’m off with my mates, that’s why I dressed like this.
God knows what your mates look like, but if you want to keep your job you had better stay. Anyway I’m giving up an evening with my wife so you can bloody well give up your night.
To hell with your wife.
Well, are you staying.
Yeah but this hadnot better happen again.
Just remember who’s boss, me not you.. Now go and get on.
All the other blokes left leaving Jason and I. I was dammed if I wasn’t going to get him riled, so I went to the bog and took off my jock strap and set my cock well down the inside leg showing all the meat. That’ll annoy him.
As he came up to me I turned round so he could get the full picture and sure enough his eyes moved down to my bulge.
Christ you skin heads do you have to show your cock. It’s probably a bloody sock you’ve got down there.
No it aint, its all mine, it’s the real thing
God knows how you are allowed to go out looking like that, bloody perverted.
I don’t think you look any better.
Well maybe if you look around and see everyone else then you might see you are the freak, dressed like a bloody idiot.
That was it. I wasn’t being called an idiot in my skin gear. Nobody calls a skin that and gets away with it.
I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him into me punching him full in the stomach, and as he buckled I grabbed hold of his hair and yanked his head back.
Do’t fucking talk to me like that got it. Apologise.
No, he spluttered, if you think you’ve got a job now forget it, I’ll make sure Dave fires you tomorrow.
I don’t care if it means sorting you out, you bloody waste of space. You don’t talk to skin like that and if you do you can only expect this.
I punched him again.
Right you can pay for your fucking insults by getting down and licking my Rangers. I want to see them shining with your spit. Get down on your knees and start working. Now.
Getting hold of his hair I forced him down and then rammed his head so his mouth was tight against the boots. Clean them shit face. Get some of your spit on them. More. That’s right now fucking well lick those caps.
He started licking and I could see his spit oozing out over the boot head. Watching him lick and having total control over him made my cock start to twitch. It felt good to have him at my feet and my cocked liked it too. I could feel it starting to inch down my leg.
I said fucking lick, that’s right get round the side. I had one foot on his head making sure if was kept firmly down, my arms folded. Stupid cunt. Icouldn’t give a toss if I was sacked.
I put my other foot on the floor and rammed it between his legs, causing him to wince and then brought my foot up into his crotch.
Christ you’ve got a bloody hard on. So much for your little wife, that’s a fucking stiff dick down there. You like this pussy boy.
With that I hauled him and put his face tight to mine, grabbing hold of his crotch.
Who’s got a fucking stiff, eh boy and not a bad one at that. Bet the wife likes that but she’s not getting it tonight. I pulled his cock an rubbed over his balls. A good bulge down there. Let’s take this on a stage I thought.
Up against his face I gobbed him covering his mouth with spit then taking his face forced his head back so he opened his mouth and stuck my tongue right down his throat, moving it, my lips pressed against his. With my hand still on his cock he started responding, swallowing my tongue, and thrusting his crotch into my fist.
You fucking bi guy, your’e fucking getting off on all this. That cock of yours is bloody rigid.
I’m not the only one, Jason replied, his hand grappling at the big bulge in my bleachers, Christ that’s one hell of a cock, it sure is your own, its bloody huge.
You fucking love a bit of gob, take this.
His tongue came out and started to lick up my spit and I put my hand over his face smearing it as much as I could.
Seeing you now know that  truncheon down my bleachers is all my big thick dick, then you’d better try it for size in that mouth of yours. Get back on your knees and open up my flies.
He got down and slowly started to unbutton my jeans. My cock was rock hard and straining down my leg.
Get your hand down there and pull it out.
I could feel his hand pushing its way trying to fee my dick which was now horizontal desperate to get out. He yanked it up and it sprang out to meet his face, precum on the end of the head.
Bloody hell I’ll choke on that.
Tough, you wanted to feel, you wanted to see it so now you can fucking well take down your throat and I want to feel it the whole way down the back.
I got hold of his chin and pulled it down to open his mouth.
Fucking take that as I pushed my dick in.
I could feel him gagging and the spit oozing out of his mouth but the more he gagged the more I wanted to face fuck him.
Get that down your fucking throat. Take my big dick.
What the hell is going on here!
I turned to see Dave standing in the doorway staring at us.
What the hell do you think you are doing in my office. Get that cock back in your jeans..now. Jason what do you think you are doing.
He forced me.. just cause I made some comments about his gear he’s forced me to do this. Good God I’m a married man, he made me do it.
Like…
That’s enough, roared Dave. Get yourselves tidied and be in my office in ten minutes. Right?
I stuffed my cock back into my jeans but a wet appeared, a mix of precum and Jason’s spit. Jason started to grope his dick making his present big bulge less and moving his cock into the vertical position, as in the horizontal it fairly poked out.
That’s you sacked, he stuttered. You have’nt a leg to stand on. You’ll be out on your ears.
You’ve a fucking cheek, if dave was looking closely he’d see you weren’t exactly being forced. You loved having my dick in your mouth, and that cock of yours is hardly hating the action. Look at it fucking sticking out, like a bloody pogo stick. If I go then you’ll be on your way too.
Do you think he ‘s going to believe you looking like that.
Just because you’ve got wifey at home and don’t want her know that you love cock and skin cock at that, I ain’t going quietly.
We’ll see. Dave knows my worth and he knows you for what you are. He’s said ‘ that Mike is a proper skin, need to watch him’ So you’ve had it.
With that we came to Dave’s office and knocked at the door.
Come in, he yelled.
Even I was now worried as we opened the door and walked in.
Fuck me, I shouted.
Christ, gulped Jason.
Standing in front of his desk arms folded, Dave was in full skin gear kit. 21 hole brown DMs with the tops of white socks showing, mac1 green jacket, white Fred perry, red braces and a skin tight pair of bleachers with a bulge that made me look twice, a fucking great tube of dick stuffed down his front bursting to get out and clearly showing a bloody great cut head.
So Jason, you think you can insult a skin and get away with it?
What the hell are you dressed like that for. You were in your office kit a few minutes ago, Jason spluttered
Cause I’m a bloody skin also. Can’t you see and I thought from the way you were acting in the warehouse it might get you going even more.
Are you not going to sack Mike for forcing me to give him head. He was well out of order forcing me.
It didn’t look like that to me the way your mouth was right down his shaft. Looks to me as if you’ ve done this before.
Christ, I shouted, you look bloody fantastic. We’ll show Jas. No skin gets talked to like that.
Too right Mike said, so Jas I want you back on your knees now with Mike’s cock back in your mouth.
With that he grabbed Jason by the scruff of his neck and forced him to his knees in front of me.
Get your flies open now, and let him have that cock.
Knowing what it felt like down his throat I wasted no time and besides it was ramrod stiff after seeing Dave in his kit especially with that whacking piece of meat down his legs.
Fucking suck my dick, Jas. I know you want it so shut up and get it down your throat.
Grabbing his head, I forced his mouth onto my cock.
Take some of my spit to help you, as I gobbed at his mouth , take that in and suck my dick. He started gagging as my cock inched down his throat but didn’t stop.
You like that boy don’t you. Fucking suck it, take the whole lot, you want to be face fucked don’t you. He was loving it working his spit on my knob his lips getting further up my shaft. You love big dick don’t you. Fucking suck it.
His hands went round my waist, clinging to me sucking and gobbing.
I looked over at Dave, what a fucking fantastic sight. His cock had inched down his leg and in spite of his tight bleachers was busting at the denim, his huge head at the end, his cock rock hard and his hand moving up and don the shaft.
Hey look at Dave, you see skins love seeing you guys getting stuffed. If you think I’ve a big dick you should see Dave’s. Jas turned and his eyes almost popped out his head looking at that huge prick still in his denim.
Keep on sucking.
No, that’s enough, Dave said. He had your dick as a warm up to open tthat throat. Now he can have a piece of real meat.
With that he unbuttoned his flies and thrusting his hand well down his jeans pulled out his mamouth tool.
Shit man, what a cock, that’ll shut you up Jas.
Mike you ain’t finished. Time you had his arse. I want to see him being fucked while sucking my cock. Right stand up Jason.
Jason did as told and Dave ripped open his flies pulling down his trousers and boxers in one go, Jason’s cock springing out and hitting his stomach.
Not a bad dick, Jason, you obviously don’t mind this too much judging by that stiff you’ve got there, now bend over. You’ve had the chance to suck Mike’s dick is readiness for my lump of meat, so start getting this down your throat.
As he bent down so I put a finger into his arse. It shot in and I could feel his crack right moist, as he started to shove his arse back into my finger.
You fucking love this, Jas. That arse of yours has been fucked before, wife or no wife. A fucking crater you’ve got here. Just as well so it can take my cock.
Jason couldn’t reply as he had his mouth tight over Dave’s dick, sucking his gob running down his face as he got his mouth that fucking great tool.
I put in another two fingers and moved around in his arse and could feel him groaning.
Right boy time to get fucked. Smearing spit on my knob, I started to work my cock into the open crack slowly pushing it in and feeling Jason moving back against my shaft.
Fuck me, Jas, your’e really wanting this cock of mine , and then I rammed home feeling the moisture of his arse.
With my cock up his arse, I was now right in front of Dave, who was giving jas a real face fuck. He reached forward and grabbed me round my neck. Get this tongue down yer throat and he kissed hard our tongues stuffed down each others throat.
Right now Mike, start fucking I want to see that cock of your pushing in and out fucking him hard, while he sucks me off. Ain’t that right Jason.
With Dave watching and loving the sight of my cock up the arse, I started to fuck jas hard, pulling my cock almost out and then ramming it hime pushing my shaft right up to the hilt.. Seeing this skin in front of me being sucked off with his huge prick, was a real turn on, and knowing he loved seeing my cock up jason’s arse was even better.
Take this cock you fucking bi boy. You love my dick up that arse. Fucking take the lot. I had my hands round his waist thrusting my cock in and out.
Go on Mike really give it to him, that’s right fuck him hard. I want to see your cock the whole way in so he can feel the full fucking length. Fuck him, go on fuck him. Shit man , I’m coming, take all my fucking spunk into that mouth of yours. I want it right down the back of your throat. Christ I’m coming. Take my spunk. Yeah, yeah.
And with that he shot wads of spunk into Jason, the spunk running down his chin even as he tried to swallow the lot, it just oozed out of his mouth.
Seeing dave having his orgasm was too much, Icould’t hold back any longer. Jesus I’m coming, shit, take this spunk up yer arse, fucking skin man’s spunk.
I came and could feel my spunk forcing its way right up his arse, loads of it.
Fucking take it.
Jason suddenly shouted, Christ I’m coming, I’m coming and his spunk jetted out across the floor
We all sat back exhausted. Dave spoke first.
Right Jason, we now you love cock, so less of the aggro with Mike or you know the consequences. Get dressed and get of home to your wife. I doubt if you’ll be shagging her tonight, you’ll be too busy thinking of Mike’s cock up that pretty arse of yours. Get going now and don’t say a thing.
Jason pulled up his trousers and did as told.
I haven’t finished with you, Mike. You stay behind
 As the door shut, Dave said. So you think its great being a skin. Your’e fucking right, but it’s time you felt what it’s like to be like the rest of us at least during the day. Get your fucking kit off now
But….
Shut it, do as your told.
I stripped off and stood in front of him naked.
Not a bad bod there,you look after yourself and that sure is some dick. Many a day since you started have I had to come in here and shut the door to have a wank after seeing that cock of yours stuffed down your fatiques. You may have thought you were hiding it but I could see the bulge quite clearly. And when you came in today I almost shot my load before getting back to the office. Nothing to beat a randy skin with a big dick. But its time you changed, at least for now. You can get into my work gear, it over there on the chair, put in on now.
I went over and saw his white boxers on top. Get these on first.
As I stepped into them I could feel they were still warm from his body and could see a small skid mark and nice sized pee stain. Thinking they were dave’s already made my cock start to stir.
Now put on the shirt and trousers. They were a good fit and in a minute I had on the socks and shoes.
Looks fucking good, said Dave, but Christ are you always hard, look at that fucking bulge.
And as the trousers were quite loose, my prick stuffed down the inside leg you  with the full outline of the shaft and head causing a massive bulge.
Right, do a Jason, and get down and get that mouth of yours at my bulge.
His cock was bursting in his bleachers and I could see a large stain from his cum after being sucked off by Jason.
I got down and put my mouth to the denim running my lips up and down the shaft, nibbling at his pogo stick, with my hands round at his arse which was large with good solid cheeks.
Fucking like that office boy, don’t you, licking a skin. Now sit back.
As I did so so undid his flies and let his cock burst out, the large cut head staring at me.
Fucking like that don’t you, as he slapped his cock against my face, with me trying to catch it in my mouth.
I wanted that prick down my throat, I wanted it to gag me, and I was’nt disappointed as I choked with its size as Dave took hold of my head and started face fucking me.
You love this boy, sucking my big dick, dressed in my clothes, feeling my piss stain against your cock. Yeah, take my cock right down your throat.
I could feel and smell his precum staring to ooze out of the tip.
You know I could do with a piss now  and you look as if you just love piss. You don’t want the dried stuff in my boxers, you want the real thing, hot steaming piss right down your fucking throat. Sit back and take this you office boy.
His cock still erect, I could see the first dribble of piss starting to come out of the tip and the pressure grew until it was like a fucking hose aimed at my mouth.
Drink my fucking piss.
As I opened my mouth so he directed his cock straight into the centre and I felt the full force as it hit the back of my throat, his steaming piss stinging my throat as it ran down the back of my throat. He took hold of my head and forced it tight against his cock so I could get as much of his piss. Even as I swallowed hard it wasn’t enough and I felt it pour out of my mouth and down his shirt and into his trousers soaking my own hard cock. It felt bloody great, in his clothes, with his piss pouring down my body and down my throat. He started to move his cock up and down my front soaking me, my own cock stiff and straining through the soaked trousers.
Drink the last drop, he shouted forcing his shaft into my mouth, me sucking him dry.
That’s better and look the better as well judging by that cock of your I can see trying to get out of my trousers. Time you got the lot off. Strip, now.
I did as I was told, peeling off the wet gear, my cock springing out of the trousers.
Yeah, it is a good cock you’ve got there, fucking hard. So you liked getting that big dick of yours up Jason’s arse, well it’s time my cock got up yours so can feel what a really large cock is like. Don’t tell me this will fucking split you. I know you’ve had cock before judging by these nice formed cheeks of yours. I saw you eyeing up my dick as I was wanking while you fucked. Now I’m gonna spear you so get yourself bent over my desk and let me see that arse.
Without allowing me to say no, he firmly got hold of me and bent me over kicking my legs apart, forcing one arm up my back.
You ain’t getting out of this. I’m fucking you like it or not. You wanna be fucked with me in my skin gear, don’t you.
And with that he spread some spit over his cock and shoved it between my cheeks. I suddenly felt it find my crack and could feel it being prised apart by the sheer force of his large tool.
Christ, it’s fucking huge, I can’t take that, I yelled.
Just relax and start moving your arse up to meet my dick.
He started to spread my cheeks wider apart making my hole bigger as the cock moved slowly inside me. I could feel the huge width of he dick forcing itself up my hole, burning yet the pressure and knowledge of his size turned me on, my own cock rock solid stretching itself up and out.
That’s right, move your arse up let it feel my full shaft I want to feel your arse tight against my bleachers.
I felt it move up and up thinking it couldn’t go any further but he pushed and pushed till I thought it would come through the other side. It was massive but I wanted every inch, my arse arching to take it all.
I said you’d love it, now it’s time to start pumping.
He moved his cock back and then let me have the full shaft, in, out, in, out.
Christ fuck me man, let me have that huge fucking dick of yours. Give it to me.
Yeah you fucking love this boy, go on take my dick, get all my cock, go on ride me.
It was fucking great his whole cock inside me pushing the whole way up. I moved my body back and started to stand up and put my arms behind me to pull his body tight against me, forcing his cock the whole way up. My arms were tights around his bleacher clad arse pushing his body into me, his booted legs wrapped around me.
Fuck me man, fuck me.
At that point the door opened and Jason was standing there, his flies open and his cock sticking straight out, his helmet gleaming.
Now you know what its like to have a skin’s big dick up you. Your’e bloody well loving it, look at that cock of yours. Bet you’d love my mouth round that.
Seeing him worked up and saying that, I wanted him.
Yeah get your gob on my cock. I want to feel it down your throat while I’m being fucked.
Jason had his hand round his cock working it up and down.
Go on Mike really fuck him, I want to see your shaft the full length up his arse.
I was so turned on that I was pushing my arse right up the shaft yelling
Go on Fuck me hard, Mike really fuck me. I want you spurting up my arse now. Yeah fuck me.
As Jason came over I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Christ I’m coming Mike, I want to feel you shoot now. I was clasping his back tight against me, and with that I shot my load over Jason’s hand which was furiously wanking his dick.
Yeah I love your spunk over me he shouted and with that he erupted over my chest like a bloody fire hose in action.
Mike could take no more.
Take my fucking dick boy, feel my cum right up you. He shot his load and I could feel each ram of spunk hot and juicy up my arse.
As we caught our breath again, Mike said to Jason.
I thought you’d gone home to the wife.
I was meant to but somehow I knew what you were getting up to and after that session I wanted to see for myself. Glad I stayed.
Well, we’re getting into our skin gear and going off into town for some action. So it’s the wife or us.
I think I know where I’m going now said Jason
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artssslut2 · 4 months ago
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Unexpected: Part Seven
Art Donaldson x Pregnant!Reader
Smut, Fluff, Angst
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Being on tour with Art was great… for the most part. The only downside is now you were 25 weeks pregnant. So far you have gotten to see two different countries which has been amazing, the plane rides were rough, you never liked flying but now it was worse. The doctors said you have to get up and walk the isles every hour, and on top of that you had to get up and pee like every five seconds. You were having a lot of anxiety latley, all you wanted to do was get a nursery together and buy clothes and organize them , but it was rough when you didn’t have a house to do that in. You had a bad habit of keeping things in so Art really didn’t know. On the bright side you finally felt the baby kick. Art however did not, she would move all day but whenever Art was around she didn’t move. He was getting really nervous that she wouldn’t like him or that she was scared of him.
“She’s probably just sleeping, baby’s need sleep too you know.”
“Well she sleeps too much.” He pouted
Surprisingly you love learning about physiotherapy, and you loved working with your best friend.
You and Art got home from one of his matches after a very long day.
“I’m gonna shower, you want to join me?” He asked walking though the hotel door into your suite.
“My feet hurt so bad I just want to sit down” you said dramatically collapsing onto the couch. Art laughed and went into the bathroom. You pulled out your computer to work on the list you were making for the baby. You looked at all the stuff you still needed, then you wondered where the fuck you were going to put all of this stuff. Your head started to throb with worry.
“Hey babe what do you want for dinner? We could-“ you felt yourself snap
“Art Stop!” You said firmly. He looked surprised kind of like a kicked puppy, he was use to your mood swings at this point though. He knew it was best to not say anything. “We have nothing for the baby.” You said rubbing your temples
“What do you mean we have that swing that my aunt sent us.” He said calmly
“At home. We have that at home we aren’t home right now art. We won’t even be home when she’s born.”
“We are going home, around your due date remember? We’re taking a few weeks off before we start traveling again.” He tried to comfort you and sit next to you but it wasn’t working,
“That’s not enough Art. Where will she sleep or play? How are we gonna travel with a newborn? dont they need like stability or -“
“Hey hey hey. Y/n take a breath” he tried gently interrupted you. “We are going to figure all of this stuff out I promise. It might be a little crazy and chaotic at first but we will get used to it. We can have stuff shipped to the house and then when we get home we can figure out what we need and how to do everything. I promise we will be okay. And the baby will have us as her stability.” You smiled slightly, he could always calm you down.
“Okay but can we start ordering things now. Because I’m going crazy Art.” You said leaning closer to him.
“Of course my darling” he chuckled softly kissing your head. “Should we get dinner first?” He asked, on cue your mood totally changed you didn’t want to eat anything,
“Actually I think I want something else.” You smirked,
“Yeah like what?” He asked not catching onto what you were saying. You giggled putting a hand to his face and pulling him in, your other hand slid down him abs to his lap, he watched your hand carefully
“Yeah?” He asked growing hot, you just nodded and climbed onto his lap. Your belly was sizable now, it was pressed right up to arts toned abs as you kissed. It grew hotter and hotter, you pulled his shirt off of him. You aggressively made out with him rubbing your hands all over him while grinding on his rock hard dick. You grew very close to an orgasm.
“Fuck y/n” he moaned as he watched you get off from dry humping his cock. When you rode out your high Art reached down to free his aching cock as you pulled your dress up. Art frantically pushed your underwear to the side and effortlessly slid himself into you. You both let out a moan in sync. You immediately started bouncing on him hard and fast. He grabbed your ass so hard and rocked you back and fourth.
“Please Art fuck me harder I need you.” You begged. This drove Art crazy, he picked you up still on his cock and flipped you on the couch so you were on your back. He started pounding into you so hard you could feel all of him inside you. You moaned like you were in a porno and so did he
“You’re so needy aren’t you? Fuck I’m gonna miss the hormones.” He said while throwing his head back,
“Cum with me art please” you moaned trying to hold on, he lowered his chest to yours and came with a heavy moan, you followed throbbing around him. You both caught your breath as he was still inside of you. He pulled out and flopped on the couch, you chuckled at how red his cheeks were.
“Ok I’m ready for dinner now.” You smiled standing up adjusting your dress. Art looked at you and laughed tiredly.
You and Art had decided to go down to the hotel restaurant to grab some food. Once you had finished you went back upstairs to unwind for the night. You both crawled into bed and were looking at the list on your computer. You browsed various stores and websites online for baby things like cribs and towels and bottles. Looking at all the baby stuff made you so antsy to meet your little girl. You felt the urge to buy everything you saw. Art did too.
“We should get her stuff in yellow so it can match her name.” Art said slyly referencing his name idea that you had shot down many times.
“Ha ha” you responded sarcastically.
“What do you think we should name her then?” He asked laying back and stretching.
“I have no idea but-“ you gasped sharply and put a hand over your stomach. Art sat up quickly,
“What’s wrong, what happened?” He said panicking, you didn’t respond you moved your hand a little then smiled “what?!” He asked growing frantic
“It’s the baby, she’s kicking” you smiled looking at him, his face lit up mabye now he could finally feel his baby move. It looked like he was frozen. “Cmon give me you hand.” You laughed grabbing his hand, Art was quiet and focused like he was scared he would scare her away if he moved to fast. You placed his hand where she was moving then slid you hand lower to find her. You both waited for a second and then…
“Oh my gosh.” Art breathed out, a tear came into his eye and a smile spread on his face “that’s our baby?” He asked sweetly,
“That’s our baby.” You beamed with peer joy, you wiped a tear that fell from his eye. The baby started moving around after hearing you and Arts voices. “She likes your voice.” You told him. Art looks more in love than he had ever looked,
“I can’t believe we made a baby. Me and you y/n” you felt nothing but love in your chest you kissed your boyfriend and overlapped his hand with yours,
“You know she moved when I said the name Sunny” he smirked, you rolled your eyes “I think she likes it, do you like it Sunny girl?” He asked leaning to your belly, he placed a quick kiss on your bump then your lips. You laughed at your goofball of a boyfriend.
The rest of the night you ordered everything from a crib to onesies. Art even bought a baby tennis racquet of course. You both slept peacefully with arts hand never leaving your belly.
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zegrasdrysdale · 1 year ago
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Can you write a pregnancy scare with Jamie?
[ not our time ] j. drysdale
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paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader
summary : after she’s late for her period, (Y/N) tells Jamie about her suspicions and he tells her to take a pregnancy test to make sure
warning(s) : mentions of pregnancy
author’s note : i’ve been wanting to write something like this so ty for requesting :)
quick announcement : i’ve made a google form you can submit to be added to (or taken off) the taglist that will be at the end of every fic from here on out !
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The only reason she didn't immediately get on the phone with Jamie was because she knew he is on a plane and on his way back from his week-long roadie to the east coast. She probably won'[t even tell him when he walks in the door because she knows how tired he's going to be.
She should. She could be carrying his baby.
Getting sick when she doesn't normally throw up was definitely a red flag. Then she realized she's late for her period. She's rarely ever late.
If she is pregnant, she wants Jamie to be there if the test comes back positive. She doesn't want him to be on a plane somewhere over the United States when she finds out she's carrying their child.
Before she can talk herself out of telling Jamie, a key jingles in the door and it swings open. (Y/N) looks over at the door to see a happy Jamie walk into the apartment. "Hi, baby," Jamie says.
"Hey," she replies as Jamie pulls his equipment bag and suitcase through the front door. "How was the trip? Congratulations on the wins against Philly, Buffalo, and Washington, by the way."
Jamie leaves his equipment bag by the door with his suitcase when he is finally inside. The door closes behind him and he walks over to the couch.
He tilts (Y/N)'s head back and presses a kiss to her lips. She smiles into the upside down kiss. "Wish you could've been there," he says as he pulls back. "Z set me up for an insane goal against Philly and I can't believe that it actually went into the net. That's Trevor, I guess."
"I saw the goal," she tells him. "It was very impressive, Jamie. I'm very proud of you."
A big smile forms on Jamie's lips and (Y/N) feels her heart flutter in her chest. He's so pretty, even now when he looks exhausted.
She decides in that moment to tell him.
"So, um, I have to tell you something you should know," (Y/N) says. She watches Jamie's smile falter. "It's nothing bad, I think, but it's something you should definitely know."
Jamie walks around the couch and sits next to her. "Is everything okay?" he questions. "I mean, did something happen?"
She gnaws on her bottom lip. "It's more like something didn't happen," she admits. "I haven't gotten my period yet and I've been really sick recently. I think I might be pregnant. I haven't taken a test yet because I wanted you here in case."
Another smile breaks out on his lips. "You might be pregnant?" he asks. "Oh my God. That's amazing. Do you need me to run to the store and grab tests? Snacks? Anything you need."
"I have tests," she tells him. "I just haven't taken one yet. I've been waiting for you to get back."
"Go do it," Jamie replies. "I'll be right here when you get the results."
She nods and gets off the couch. "I'll be right here."
With shaking hands, she grabs the box of three pregnancy tests out of the drawer in the bathroom. She pees on all three of them and sets them on the sink counter while she waits for the results.
(Y/N) sits on the floor with her back against the counter that the tests are sitting on. Her head leans against the counter and her eyes are closed while she waits.
Honestly, she doesn't know what kind of results she's hoping for.
If it's positive then she will love this baby with everything in her. It's a part of both of them and she will love them with her entire heart. If it's negative then it's just not their time and they can actually try later on.
It isn't the end of the world if these tests come back negative.
A soft knock rings throughout the bathroom. "You okay?" jamie asks through the door. "Do you need anything?"
"Can you come in?" she asks.
The door slowly swings open and (Y/N) stands up in front of the tests. "Did you look yet?" She shakes her head in reply. "Come on. Lets look together, okay?"
She nods and Jamie takes her hand. With a sigh, she turns around and looks down at the tests on the countertop.
One line on every single one of them. All of them are negative.
"Maybe it's too early," she tells Jamie. "I'm only a few days late for my period." Tears prick her eyes and it surprises her. She didn't think she would be this upset at a negative pregnancy test.
Jamie's happy smile when she told him that she might be pregnant pops into her mind and it breaks her heart. The tears roll down her cheeks.
"(Y/N), baby," Jamie coos. "It's okay. It just isn't our time right now."
She wraps her arms around his torso and buries his face into his chest while silent tears run down her face. "You were so happy when I told you I thought I was pregnant," she says. "I'm sorry, Jamie."
"We'll have a baby one day," Jamie tells her. "I promise. One day those results will be positive."
(Y/N) nods and feels Jamie wrap his arms around her shoulders. "I didn't think I'd be this upset," she admits. "I haven't even thought about having kids until there was a possibly I was having a kid."
He backs away and looks down at her. "I want kids with you," Jamie tells her. "Maybe when we're both more prepared, yeah?"
"Yeah," she agrees. "And when we talk more about it."
Jamie smiles and nods in agreement. "Do you want to eat some ice cream and watch Criminal Minds?" he asks. "I think we have a little bit left if you want some ice cream."
"Absolutely."
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butchsophiewalten · 8 months ago
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03/03/2024 Twitter Space Recap (1/2)
Martin & Kyle did a twitter space (with a late appearance of Eva) in the earliest hours of the day on the 3rd, here's a recap of what they talked about then:
-Kyle brings up that he wants to do a charity stream for the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund! He says Him, Martin, Coral, and Eva would be there playing Lethal Company. He says he plans to do this "sometime this month".
-Martin describes the 'Walten Dog Saga', saying that first the family got Carlitos, who was Sophie's dog, and everybody loved him, but then one day in 1968, they're playing and then Carlitos gets run over. And it's so tragic that they're like, 'no more dogs!', until one day in 1973 Jack runs into this homeless street dog and brings him home, and names him Jaimito, and they have him for a few months before he bites Edd's arm and "almost gives him rabies", so Jack just gives the dog to Susan, and the one week that she has this dog is like the worst week of her life. He pees everywhere, he tears up her furniture, and after a week of that he just peacefully dies while Susan is out of the house.
-Martin says that aspects of episode 5 are inspired by some of the leaked stuff he's seen from Joker 2. "It's a very fairy-tale, unreliable narrator kind of episode."
-Martin spitballs his "perfect idea for a Walten Files game", a PS1-style game where you work as a Bon's Burger's employee, "in the kitchen at 3am making burgers", fixing up orders to be delivered (by another employee, I'm assuming? He mentions 'a guy with a motorcycle', so I think this is what he means. Like pizza delivery.) He talks about how the supply closet would be on the other side of the restaurant, so whenever you run out of ingredients you'd have to walk all the way over there and back in the dark. He says it'd be really funny if there wasn't even anything supernatural in it.
-Martin talks about how it really bothers him when people say or imply that, because The Walten Files takes place in the time period it does, it would be more accurate or make more sense for his characters to be bigoted. He brings up a specific instance where someone asked him how the other BSI employees would treat Chris. "The point that this person was making is that it would make sense for the team to be racist, and I was like 'No, it doesn't make sense! That shouldn't happen, it shouldn't be a thing!'" He goes on to say... "And then it was shit like, [mockingly] 'Why are Sophie and Jenny a couple if it was the 1980s?' and it's like, gay people existed in the 1980s!"
"It's just like, just because something was the thing back then, doesn't mean the characters should do a very bad and harmful thing, y'know? It's a really stupid mindset, in my opinion."
-Kyle talks about this genuinely really funny Showstoppers Halloween special idea he had a long time ago, where the Showstoppers are really excited for the holiday, but for some reason Bon has never heard of Halloween before, and the other Showstoppers have to explain it to him, telling him about costumes and trick-or-treating and everything. And it culminates with them going up to somebody's doorstep to trick-or-treat, and all the Showstoppers are telling Bon that he should go first since he's the newbie, and when he knocks on the door some lady answers, going "Hello! How are-" and then she looks up in horror. And the shot reverses to show like a full, "hyper-realistic" Scary Animatronic Bon looming over to her, with a Text-To-Speech voice going "Trick.... Or.... Treat."
-Martin talks about his own funny showstoppers idea, where Bon, for some inexplicable reason, has the feeling that he is dying. and he spends the whole episode trying to make amends with people and be nice to his friends, like 'I don't hate you, Banny, I really care about you,' 'Boozoo, you can have Bon's Burgers when I'm gone, because you're my friend and I trust you,' etc. And at the end of the episode you find out he just had a tummy ache, and he was being really dramatic about it.
-After some related banter, Martin jokes that it'd be funny if Jack was at a table eating with the rest of the 'Bunny Smiles family', and out of the blue he goes, like, 'I've got a tummy ache! :(' in a really high-pitched voice. Eva, who had joined the space a while earlier, jokes that his normal voice is just him faking it, and the high-pitched voice is what he actually sounds like.
-They talk about various Godzilla movies for a while, and Martin brings up how he really enjoyed the way Minus One managed to connect the narrative between its human and its monster characters, and how that's something he thinks a lot of other monster movies and horror films fail to do.
"Y'know, it's funny, because when I wrote The Walten Files, I always had the idea that like, there are two parts of the story? Part one, which is like, the human drama, and Edd and Molly, and the crash. And then part two, which has more to do with the animatronics and the place itself. And you have this feeling where there's going to be a moment where those two parts connect and link to each other, and I think that's something you gotta have in, like, horror movies, where- it- you can't just like, make up characters, and just put them in the existing world and have them exist, and then just sit around waiting for the killer to appear, y'know?"
-Eva brings up an incident that's been happening in the Walten Files community on Twitter, where some people have been getting some flack over headcanoning members of The Showstoppers as Black. Martin gets really incensed talked about how much this bothers him, saying "I saw that, it's so fucking stupid. If you- It's just common sense! If you look at someone going 'Hey, I think this character would be Black, I headcanon this character as black,' and you go, like 'I'm not comfortable with that,' what the fuck do you mean? How? That's so weird! And that's what I'm saying, it's like, how does it effect the story in any way that would be negative to you? Like, the only way you would be against that, is if you were like, racist. And it's like, huh? And I think, a lot of people bring up the argument that, 'Ah, but this character is clearly intended to be White,' and it's like, who cares! Who gives a shit? Like, that's not, like a valid argument to go against someone for doing something like that. It would be very different if, for example, someone looked at Chris and went, like, 'What if he was White?', it's very different. The context of that is very different, than just headcanoning a character as Black, y'know? That's completely fine and normal. Why would you be against that, that's so weird."
"I find it even funnier, because, from what it looked like, it was because someone said they headcanon Sha as Black, and it's like, that makes so much sense! I mean, like, I think that if Sha had a human design, she'd definitely not- she wouldn't be white... again, if you're against headcanons like that, you- you're not welcome here."
-"We end this stream saying these few words: Headcanoning characters as people of color is great, supporting Palestine is great, uh, being a Zionist is Bad! Being a racist is bad! And if you like Godzilla: I will give you a kiss on the head. Muah!"
___ They ended up holding another Space much later the same day, which I've decided to cover in a separate post, because it's twice as long as this one, and a lot more of the conversation in it was Walten Files-Centric, so the recap will take way longer to write.
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sweatervest-obsessed · 1 year ago
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I Should Probably, Probably Not
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader
WC: ~2.3k
TW: swearing, mentions of sex, making out, definitely pg18, mdni, poor decisions, bar bathrooms
A/N: this song is so Steve post breakup and I legit couldn’t not write it. Hope y’all enjoy it!!!!
Haven't heard from you in a couple of months But I'm out right now and I'm all fucked up
“Robin. Robsssss.” You tugged on her sleeve. Your shirt revealed a bit more cleavage than usual, and your hair had been done up for just one last hurrah before you became a senior in college. The gang had all decided to go out, bar hopping, but after the first bar, you all ended up going to your favorite bar and staying there anyways. You were sitting in your usual booth, all six of you, well would be seven, enjoying the last night of summer together. 
Steve opted out of the night, which you were more than happy about, really. Steve had broken up with you at the start of summer, citing his internship as taking up most of his time and distance would be too hard, as if your almost two year relationship meant nothing to him. But whatever, it’s fine, who cares about him anyways. You do.
“What babes.” Robin took another sip of her beverage and looked at you, cheeks flushed with tequila and rum. 
“I have to pee and I don’t really wanna crawl under the table or go alone..”
Robin giggled slightly. “I was just gonna ask if you wanted to come with me!” 
“Fucking mind melded we are.” The two of you touched your foreheads together before bursting out into laughter. 
“Stop, stop I’m gonna pee my pants.” You were trying to catch your breath, Robin looking anywhere but you because if she did, she’d laugh again. 
“Bathroom Robin! Go go go.” The two of you hopped up, grabbing your phones and heading towards the bar's bathroom, doing your best to keep your laughter to the occasional giggle. It wasn’t gross in there, but you tried to touch minimal surfaces.The two of you sat in the stalls next to one another, talking about whatever came to mind, and when you went to wash your hands, your phone in your skirt pocket buzzed. You pulled it out to look at who was texting you. 
And you're callin' my phone, you're all alone And I'm sensing some undertone
“Oh my god.” You said, unable to stop the gasp you let out.
“What what what.” Robin leaned against you, peering over your shoulder. 
“Steve texted me.” You whispered. 
“What did he say.” Robin answered back in a whisper. 
Your phone started ringing and you dropped it on the sink. “FUCK. Robin. What do I do??”
“Don’t answer him.” 
“But—“ 
“Don’t do it.” 
“You’re not my mom.” 
“Don’t—“
“Hello?” You had picked it up on the last ring. Robin shot you a glare, peppering her hand along with your mouth, making fun of you. Her face made you giggle a bit. You heard him exhale your name. 
“You picked up.” 
“Is everything okay?” 
“Yeah baby.” 
You rolled your eyes, trying to pretend like the nickname didn’t make your mouth a bit dry. Robin assumed it was for her and stuck her tongue out at you. 
“What’d’ya want Steve?” You hummed, 
“I‘ll text you my new apartment’s address. You should come over.” 
“I’m drunk, not stupid Steve. If you wanted to see me then maybe you should’ve come out with all of your friends tonight.” You hung up, giving Robin a small little smirk before the two of you headed back to the table. 
“What a douche.” She muttered, holding the door open as she left. She missed the way you bit your lip and looked down at your phone. 
And I'm right here with all my friends But you're sending me your new address
Steve texted you his address anyways, and you liked it, telling him that you’d be there in twenty. 
It was only a three minute walk, lucky you. 
You were sitting at the table, now on the edge of the booth, listening to Jonathan’s new ventures while Nancy was telling Robin about some cute girl that came in while they were in the bathroom. 
You sighed, content, finishing up your drink, enjoying the company of your friends, but fifteen minutes passed by painstakingly slow, and Robin watched as your interest drifted away. 
She was correct in assuming the text from Steve had made you reel into your own mind, but she was wrong when it came to how upset you were about it. 
“I think I’m going to call it first guys.” You smiled at them, slamming down five, five dollar bills—leaving first meant you paid the price for it. 
Robin gave you a quick smile and handed you your coat. 
Your goodbyes were quick and filled with promises of seeing everyone tomorrow since you saw each other almost every single day anyways. 
As soon as you were out of the bar, you took in a breath of fresh air before sending the text. 
“omw” 
And I know we're done, I know we're through But, God, when I look at you My brain goes, "Ah" Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts) Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)
This was not your smartest moment, but you were drunk, you were horny, and you were still in love with Steve Harrington. 
And Steve doesn’t do distance well, you knew that, but you weren’t expecting him to ask you for a break over the summer since you thought Steve loved you the same way you loved him.
Steve. 
Steve. Steve. Steve. 
Nothing but Steve. 
Not a single thought in your head was about anything other than Steve. The ways his eyes would rake over you, that stupid infectious laugh of his, his easily pullable hair, the kisses on your forehead, his fingers grabbing at your soft thighs, the pretty little sighs that left his pretty little lips—your body shivered the more you thought about him.
You chalked it up to the cooler air outside since it was almost midnight. 
Should probably not I should probably, probably not I should probably, probably not
One singular moment of doubt entered your head as you made it closer to his apartment. Only one moment. 
“This has to be such a bad fucking idea right?” You mumbled. But no one answered.
Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?
“Think of the consequences here babes.” You sighed, pulling out your phone, realizing you missed a text from Robin:
"let me know when you get home babe!"
You sighed and liked the text before opening your notes app, a pros and cons list has just got to help...right?
Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?
Pros would include:
Sex. Obviously. If one person was good at making you feel like a goddess, it was Steve Harrington. That man knew how to work your body like a violin, just to get you to make the sounds he wanted. You hooked up with someone a week after the breakup to try and get your mind off of him, but not only did you not orgasm, this bitch was a minuteman. 
Steve’s Arms. No explanation needed. 
Seeing Steve after a couple of months. You missed him, of course you missed him. Falling out of love is a difficult process and while the post breakup glow up is real, and beautiful, you couldn’t help but wonder how it affected Steve. He was one of the prettiest people you had ever met, so why wouldn’t he get even hotter? 
Steve’s Hair.
Being able to see Steve and be held by Steve. God you were desperate, it felt embarrassing. 
Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?
Cons:
Seeing Steve. Obviously. That was going to wreck you. If you go and see him right now, you might never be able to get over him, and while you wanted to be under him, this might be a bad idea. 
Learning to not settle for good sex because making someone else make you cum is clearly more difficult that you truthfully wanted to deal with. High expectations for sex is technically good, but not when your ex was an Adonis who literally was addicted to eating you out…that’s something you might never be able to let go of again. 
….
Seeing you tonight Fuck it, it's fine
More Pros than Cons. Clear winner in your eyes. 
Yes, I know that he's my ex But can't two people reconnect? I only see him as a friend (The biggest lie I ever said)
It’s not like he said to come over and rekindle your relationship. You’re just…hooking up, friends with benefits. God you were a booty call for him. 
You haven’t seen him since May, since he broke up with you. At least he had the decency to do it in person, before he left. What a great guy. 
You're not sure who you're trying to lie to, but it doesn't stop you anyways.
Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans I know I should stop, but I can't And I told my friends I was asleep But I never said where or in whose sheets
You double checked the numbers on the brownstone with the text he had sent you, confirming you were standing outside the right place. 
You shot Robin a quick text, hoping she wouldn’t notice that you got home too quickly this time. 
“About to get in bed! Kiss kiss bitch” 
“Sweet dreams babes ;) <3” 
“You have no idea.” You mumbled, walking into the apartment complex once you had been buzzed in. 
And I pull up to your place on the second floor And you're standing, smiling at the door And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men But I really can't remember when
“Missed me Harrington?” 
“How could I not, gorgeous.” 
“Who let you get hotter. Certainly wasn’t me.” You smirked at him, still feeling the liquid courage you had downed earlier. He looked good. You could spend all night eating him up, and you were going to. His tan was back, freckles along his face, and probably arms and back--you were surprised you weren't drooling when you looked at him.
“I could say the same for you. That’s a good look on you, how come you didn’t dress like that for me.” 
He was looking at you and you simply couldn’t decipher which emotion he was feeling. You saw lust, front and present, but there was a wave of something that kept flashing through. 
“You never asked.” You crossed your arms, grateful for the shirt you had chosen for the night, watching as Steve tried to give you the decency of pretending like he wasn’t staring at your chest. “Gonna make a girl stand in the hallway Harrington or…?” 
Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?
Steve took one step forward and pulled you into him, lips on yours. You could melt right then and there, letting out a soft moan into his mouth. He tasted like bourbon and smoke and chapstick, plus something you never could figure out—Steve. He tasted like Steve. 
Your hands were around his neck, yanking on his hair, earning a moan matching your own. 
His hands on your waist, pulling you flush against him, as much contact as possible. Sparks flew off your skin when his fingers pushed your shirt up slightly, giving him the skin to skin contact he desired desperately.
Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?
After about thirty seconds of making out like teens in the hallway, you moved your hands to his chest and shoved him lightly, making him stumble back a bit. His grip on you tightened, causing you to stumble into his apartment with you. 
“Feisty.”
You rolled your eyes at his antics, but your mouth betrayed you curling into a slightly smug smile. 
You were enjoying this, maybe too much. 
Seeing you tonight It's a bad idea, right?
You kicked the door shut with your foot, kissing Steve again, wanting to get as much out of this as possible because you don’t know what comes after this. But that’s a later, sober you problem.
Steve moved his mouth down to your neck, swearing up and down how beautiful you were, how he couldn’t get enough of you, how much he fucking missed you. 
He lightly bit your neck, sure to leave a bruise in the morning, but you didn’t care, not even remotely. He sucked on another spot, knowing it would elicit the sigh he wanted. 
You felt a finger tap your ass and you took your cue, hopping up onto his kitchen counter. You’ll make it to the bedroom eventually. 
Seeing you tonight
You pulled away for a second. Steve’s eyes were lust-blown, lips kiss bitten and puffy, hair messed up from your hands tugging at it. 
“Should we…” You mumbled, watching the way his eyes flickered up and down from your lips repeatedly. “Do you…”
“Y/N. I swear to god. Just kiss me.” He mumbled, lips back on yours, sparks cascading to the floor. 
You got the memo.
Not a single bone in your body regretted your decision. 
Fuck it, it's fine
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dira333 · 1 year ago
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We balance each other out - Leonard Bones McCoy x reader
tagging @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse​ because she’s still the best star trek writer out there; you don’t have to read this, I just like to take every chance I get to compliment you.
Warning: childbirth is messy - some curse words
This is a repost from my AO3 account. 
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„Well, let’s get going, Bones,“ Jim claps him on the back and darts past you towards the car, „Don’t want to get stuck in traffic on our way back.“
„Don’t say that!“ Bones snaps and helps you down the few steps, „I’m already anxious enough with you driving us back as it is.“
„Don’t snap at him,“ you tell your husband off, „He’s trying to be nice…“
He grumbles, but stays quiet and helps you into the car.
„Are you comfortable?“ He asks and drapes a blanket on your lap before checking that you have a bottle of water with you.
You show him the bottle with a smile. „Relax, Len. It’s just a baby, not a deathly disease. It’s going to be alright. I can already breathe a lot better than I did yesterday.“
He still looks concerned.
„That could be the stage of lightening. Let me check if the baby has moved.“
You stop him before he can pull out his own, very special first-aid-kit.
„It’s fine, Len. The baby is due in about a week. Not today, not tomorrow. Jim will drive safe, we will stop every hour so I can pee and in about five hours we will be back in the City.“
„I should have never let you persuade me to come and stay at this farm house in the first place,“ he complains and gets into the passenger seat.
Jim doesn’t even wait for him to put his seat belt on, just pushes down the gas pedal and speeds out of the driveway, spraying gravel into the forest.
„Dammit, Jim, are you trying to kill us?“
„Just making up for the time we lost because of your loitering.“
"She’s pregnant, you-”
“Relax!”, you interrupt your husband and put your hands on his shoulders, “Everything will be fine. Jim will behave from now on and before you try to pick another fight, do I have to remind you that it was you who wanted to get out of the city for our shore leave? How did you bribe us again?”
“Fresh air, good food, and beautiful nature,” Jim piped up and grinned back at you.
You rolled your eyes at him.
A five long hour drive is a very long time, especially if you have to sit in a car with Jim Kirk, the Captain that can never sit still and Doctor Leonard McCoy, the doctor who loves to complain.
The fact you were in the last stage of your pregnancy made things considerably harder to endure.
You had promised that you would only need toilet stops ever hour - just like on the drive to the little farm house two weeks ago - but your bladder and your baby didn’t want to hold onto that promise. After hour two passed you had to ask for the fifth stop and Jim wasn’t the only annoyed one in the car.
“Do you really have to pee that often?” He asks and leaves the highway.
“What else do you think I do in there?” You snap and wiggle around in your seat. The pressure in your bladder is almost unbearable now.
“I don’t know! Can’t you just take a bottle-”
“JIM!” Bones shouts, “I’m not letting my wife pee in a damn bottle!”
Jim growls in annoyance and halts in front of a small roadhouse.
“Take your time, M'lady,” he jokes almost bitterly and you flip him off before wobbling out of the car.
Being pregnant is hard. Beautiful, sometimes at least, but also hard.
The sickness in the first trimester, then the heart burns and the fact that none of the clothes ever fit - thank god for replicators - the kicking and the pressure on the bladder, diarrhea and the-
“Fuck!” You mumble and look down at your panties. There’s a bloody-brown tinted spot on the white fabric and everything makes sense.
The sensation of being able to breathe easier had been indeed a sign. The Baby had moved while you slept, its head dropped down into your pelvis in preparation for delivery. Which explained why you had to pee so often, it was pressing on your bladder even more than usual.
And now the bloody show - the little one was on her way.
“Come one,” you let your hands move over your belly in a soothing manner, “Don’t be impatient. If you wait a few more hours daddy will be more than happy to get you out of me, okay?”
“Have you decided on a name yet?” Jim asks when you get back in the car, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
“Yes.” “No,” You disagree with your husband and Jim smirks.
“Who’s honest now?”
“I am,” you say, leaning back in the seat, “I’m saying Penelope or Georgie, something that sounds like a southern Belle. And Len here wants weird names like Lora or Harper.”
“I like Penelope,” Jim smiles at you in the rearview mirror, “You can shorten it to Poppy.”
“A name is not supposed to be shortened,” Bones growls and you pat his shoulder.
“Whatever you say, Len, whatever you say.”
Hour three is coming to a close. You’ve stopped another three times because of your bladder, but Jim has kept quiet every time, while your husband throws you one worried glance after the other.
You could tell him what you’ve found out, but you’re a nurse and a woman who knows her body and you’ve decided that you can deal with this a bit longer if it means he’s going to stay calm during the drive.
And then the traffic slows down.
The highway is packed with cars who all drive into one direction.
First with a slow, but persistent speed, but then it drops to a nerve-wracking stop and go.
And then nothing.
“This can’t be happening,” Len mumbles, dread in his voice. He’s clutching the dashboard, his knuckles turning white, “This can’t be happening.”
You want to tell him to relax, that you will get out of this soon, but a cramp works its way through your body and you have to press your mouth shut to keep yourself from making a surprised noise.
It feels a tiny little bit like a strong hiccup but accompanied with all the other symptoms you’ve had throughout this day you know it’s a contraction.
Nothing to worry about, you tell yourself, as long as they are irregular and as long as my water hasn’t broken yet, I will be fine. Just a few more hours until we’re in the city.
“Are you okay?”
Jim’s voice snaps you out of the chaos in your head. You smile at him and move forward carefully, pushing your hands through Lens’ hair, calming him down.
“It’s just a traffic jam. Nothing big. It will clear soon.”
“I hope so,” he grumbles, “Do you want to get out and walk a bit? Your legs must be stiff.”
“No, I’m fine,” you decline quickly. The physical movement might stimulate the muscles and prepare for contractions and right now that’s the last thing you want.
“Really?”
“Yes. I’m just going to relax in my seat a bit. But if you want to, take a break, walk around the car for a bit. I’m gonna watch your back.”
You manage to wink at him and he smiles.
“You’re watching my back?” He jokes.
“Gross,” Jim complains, “You’re about to be parents. No sexy talk when the kids can hear you.”
“Oh, shut up,” you mumble and close your eyes for a moment.
You can hear the car door opening, Len groaning, the cracking of his joints when he stretches.
“Damn, you’re old,” Jim jokes from across the car.
“Shut up,” Len snaps and you smile.
Until another contraction hits.
You keep your eyes on the two men in front of the car while you breathe in and out, timing the contractions.
They are arguing, as far as you can tell with the doors closed and the windows up. You don’t hear a thing and you’re thankful for that.
“I’m sorry, Darling,” Len mumbles when he gets back into the car, “I’m afraid we will be here a bit longer.”
You can see that he tries to be calm for your sake.
“Looks like you will need to pee in a bottle after all,” Jim says and slips back into his seat.
“Dammit Jim,” Len grunts, “Where are your manners?”
“Back at the farm,” Jim quips, “I’m just being honest here, okay.”
You want to say something back at that, want to interrupt the fight that is going to start between them any moment now, but there is yet another contraction and a growing wetness between your legs.
“Fuck!” You say instead. “You don’t need to worry about peeing anymore, Jim.”
“What?!” He turns around to stare at you, “Don’t tell me you peed in the car.”
“I didn’t pee. The membranes of the amniotic sac ruptured.”
“WHAT?!” Len yells, while Jim just stares at you in confusion.
“Can you say that in English?”
“Her water broke, you absolute fool!”
“What?” Jim asks again and you groan out in anger.
“The baby,” you tell him, “It’s coming.”
“Now?!” Jim pales visibly, “It can’t come now! We’re stuck in a traffic jam in the middle of nowhere!”
“We know that!” You and Len yell at him in unison.
Another contraction hits you and you groan in pain.
Len’s in Doctor-mode immediately, jumping out of the car and pulling your door open.
“How bad are the contractions? How often do they come?”
“Every five to seven minutes. I’d give it a 3 to 4 on the pain scale.”
“That’s not that bad, is it?” Jim asks weakly and you glare at him.
“I can inflict the same pain on you if you want to know how bad it is,” you threaten him and he holds his hands up in defeat.
“I’m going to… uh… call the others. See if they know anything.”
“Right!” Len gnarls at him, “Make yourself useful for once!”
Half an hour later Jim returns.
You’re a mess, a sweating, groaning mess on the backseat, crying out in pain whenever a contraction hits, clutching on the anything that can give you at least a little support.
“I’ve got bad news,” he greets, “Cause of the traffic jam is an accident. They reckon that up to twenty people are injured and there’s been some serious damage. They’re redirecting traffic, but there only some smaller routes open and they estimate that we will have to wait at least two hours before we can get off the highway at least.”
“Two hours?” Len snaps, “Two frickin’ hours? This is a car! On a highway! And my wife is going into labor! I can’t deliver a baby in the middle of a frickin’ highway! Do you know how dirty this is? The risk of infection? Do you?! We need to get her to a hospital immediately!”
“I tried!” Jim yells out, “But they’re still treating the injured up north! There’s no one available for at least an hour! You’re a doctor!”
“I’m a-” Len sighs in exasperation and returns to your side, cooling your head with a wet wipe.
“Everything will be okay,” you tell him with a weak smile, “’s not gonna be the first baby that’s born in a car and it’s probably not going to be the last.”
“You’re not supposed to calm me down,” Len mutters bitterly and you start to laugh but it catches in your throat when another contraction hits.
“Jim!” You yell out when it passes, “Where’s Scotty?”
He looks at you like you’ve gone mad. Maybe you have.
“What?”
“Where’s Scotty? He and Chekov stayed in a house near ours, right? They might be close. Get him on the phone with Len.”
“Darling, he’s an engineer, not a doctor,” Len reminds you and you snort.
“I know that, but firstly I’d like him around, secondly he might have tools with him that we can use and thirdly could he stay with us while Chekov and Jim walk to the next roadhouse to get us some water and towels.”
“How can you stay calm in this?” Len asks in exasperation, “I’m the doctor, I’m supposed to be the calm one.”
“Well, I’m your wife, I’m supposed to be balancing you out.”
“You stay here,” Len tells Jim when he gets out of the car, “You time the contractions, you hold her hand and you keep an eye on her cervix. Don’t let her push until it’s properly dilated.”
“What?” Jim asks with a high voice.
“Don’t listen to him,’” You tell him, “I’m not letting you look at my cervix anyway.”
“What the hell is a cervix?” Jim grumbles and slips into the car, crouching into the small space between the backseat and the front seat.
“Do you really want to- agh”, you stop, gnarl and push down on his hand until you can hear him curse and feel the pain subside, “Know?”
You don’t know how long it takes Scotty to pack his things and get to you. You’ve lost track of time as the contractions have been getting more painful and Len’s looks have been getting more worried.
But then he’s here and you’re so glad to see his friendly face that it doesn’t matter how much you’re hurting and how gross childbirth is.
“Aye, lass, I heard ya need me?”
Scotty slips into the front seat and holds out a little juice box for you, puts the straw carefully between your lips.
You take one delicious sip of the juice.
“Is that grape juice?” You ask, taking another eager sip.
A smiling face framed by curly hair pushes past the passenger seat.
“It is your favorite, right?” Pavel asks and holds up a plastic bag filled with water bottles, paper towels, and more juice boxes.
“You’re a literal angel,” you mumble, “Both of you.”
“Well thank you,” Jim mumbles from the floor, “It’s not like I’ve been sitting here for the past hour, letting you crush my hand.”
“Get out of there,” Len orders before you can say something, “Sanitize your hands and help me. Darling, it’s time for you to push.”
“I don’t think I have it in me,” you murmur weakly.
“Yes you do,” Len’s voice is thick with worry and laced with determination, “Listen to me, darling, we’ve got so far already, you’re not giving up now. You’re supposed to balance me out, right?”
“Oh fuck you,” you tell him, “The next time you bear the child and then we talk about this again.”
Scotty chuckles next to you and a warm hand slip into yours, the pressure comforting.
“We can do zat together,” Pavel tells you.
“So far every child has come out,” Scotty assures you, “All you have to do is help it a little. Have you decided on the name yet?”
“No,” says Len while you say “Yes.”
“It’s going to be a Poppy,” Jim intervenes and steps next to his friend.
“What do I have to do?”
Delivering a child in the middle of a traffic jam is something that attracts people.
Not that you have the time to worry about that. Or the energy.
But you notice Pavel slipping out of the car more than once and when he comes back he mumbles about nosy people under his breath.
And then there’s Jim’s voice, loud and clear and horrified, cutting through the pain and the dullness of your mind.
“Fuck! What is that?!”
“That’s the head, you moron!” Len snaps, squeezing your knee in reassurance, “You’re doing fine, darling.”
You try to look at him, but Jim catches your attention instead, his face ghostly pale, his eyes rolling backward in a way that makes you sick. And then he faints, just like a lady in the good old times.
“Seriously?” Len says and looks down at his friend, before focusing again, “Chekov, out of the car, check if the idiot hurt himself and then help me. We need to deliver a baby before we can help the baby that is the Captain.”
You’ve lost track of time.
You’ve lost track of up and down, can’t tell if there’s someone touching you or if you’re imagining it instead.
And then there’s a loud cry, Scotty mumbles something into your ear and a warm and heavy and wriggling body is put into the embrace of your arms.
“Congratulations,” Len says with a thick voice, “You’ve done it, Darling. And she does look like a Penelope.”
You look down at the little girl that’s wailing in your arms. She’s a wrinkly red-faced mess with a surprisingly loud voice.
“Impatient and stubborn like her dad,” you mumble and touch the curled up lip with your finger tips, “Couldn’t have waited another day.”
“Well at least she’s got your looks,” Jim jokes weakly from his place on the floor next to the car and sends you a soft smile.
“We will see about that,” you say and look around at all the smiling faces of your friends. A tear escapes Len’s eye and you reach out your hand to gently wipe it away.
“Now, now,” You say, “Don’t get all emotional on me here. We have to balance each other out, right?”
He clears his throat with a smile. “Right.”
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jungle-angel · 1 month ago
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Happy Halloween Baby: Part 2 (Ben Mears x Reader)
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Summary: You and Ben definitely weren't expecting the reactions you got when you bring your little one home
Warnings: Mentions of birth, hospital stays etc.
Tagging: @floydsmuse @lewinblue
You woke up one sunny November morning, bleary eyed and still sore from the previous nights, but not as bad as it had been on Halloween night. You smiled at the sight of your husband sitting shirtless in the rocking chair, a dreamy smile on his face and your tiny newborn snuggled against his broad chest, lulled to sleep by Ben's soft breathing and the gentle beating of his heart. Your baby looked so peaceful as Ben's chest rose and fell softly, his hand completely covering the little one's back as he held him protectively.
You snapped out of it when you heard a knock at the door, the latter of the two Dr. Codys entering your room to check on you. "Mornin mommas," she chirped. "How we doing?"
"Still a little sore," you answered. "Most of it's gone but the rest of the downstairs is still a little worse for wear."
"Did you uh.....?"
"Yeah I um....I had a pee break this morning," you told her.
"Good, that's always a good sign," she said.
Ben yawned and woke up, rubbing the grog from his eyes. "Mornin Doc," he said sleepily.
"Mornin Sleeping Beauty," she chuckled. "When did you fall asleep?"
"Probably right after this little guy did," Ben yawned.
"At least ya'll are getting sleep while you can," Dr. Cody laughed. "I know most young mothers who drive themselves nuts without sleep."
"Do I need to give him to you Jen?" Ben asked. "I don't wanna let him go."
"Naw, you don't have to," she said. "He got all his shots after birth so he'll be ok. Just turn him towards me if you can."
Ben tilted himself forward a little with one hand under Sean's little head. Dr. Cody made it quick, listening to Sean's heart and lungs before looking the rest of him over to make sure nothing was amiss.
"Jeez this kid never missed a mark," she remarked, jotting down a few notes. "You guys should be good to go either later tonight or tomorrow morning if nothing else."
That was a huge relief to you and Ben. You had no idea what was going on inside the house and having been gone for almost a week and a half, you were a little bit nervous of what you would find when you got back.
As soon as all was in order and you were given one last look-over, Dr. Cody drew up your discharge papers and you and Ben gathered everything up to go home. Jimmy and Jennifer both helped you bring whatever you needed to the car before you, Ben and Sean were the last to arrive.
"You guys home for dinner tonight?" Ben asked.
"Shift ends at three and then the afternoon staff come in," Jenny explained. "We'll be there either way."
You and Ben said your goodbyes to the pair before loading up in Ben's car and heading for home. You held onto Baby Sean the whole way home as Ben's big hand rested on your denim clad thigh.
"God everybody's gonna shit when they see him," Ben chuckled.
"You think?" you asked him.
Ben's tongue poked out between his pencil thin lips, something he only usually did when he was thinking really, really deeply. "I have an idea," he said.
"What?"
"Wanna play a prank on Eva Miller?"
You smiled and then looked down at Baby Sean resting in your arms. How could you possibly say no to that?
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"Ok, ok shhhh," Ben whispered as you two snuck up to the porch with an empty laundry basket from the garage. In it, you placed the pillow you had brought with you along with Baby Sean and a little paper sign you had made while you were in the hospital which said "Grammy I'm Home". The porch lights had already come on as well as those in the house while inside, you could hear the noises of the coven getting ready for dinner.
Ben rang the doorbell and quickly leapt over the porch rails, hiding with you in the bare flowerbeds. You two watched from the shadows when Eva Miller opened the door, jumping back a little and just barely catching the screech in her throat.
"OH!!!!!! Oh my God!" her cries muffled from the hand clamped over her mouth. "Oh!!! Oh Jeebus!"
You and Ben both laughed as you emerged into the porch light. "Eva you ok?" he asked.
"Oh my God you two will be the death of me yet!" she sobbed. "You had me scared shitless, I didn't know who's baby this was till I saw the sign."
You laughed as Ben picked up Baby Sean from the laundry basket and gently passed him off to Eva. "Oh my God he's absolutely perfect," she said through her tears. "He's so beautiful."
She really lost it when Sean let out a squeaky cry, a tiny fist peeking over the edge of his blanket. "Eva?" Parkins called from the living room. "Eva who's at the door?"
"Park get your ass over here and find out," Eva ordered.
Parkins laughed when he came to the door. "Holy shit!" he laughed. "Had no idea you two were coming home today."
"We thought we'd surprise you guys," you told him.
"Here, get your butts inside, it's freezing out there," Eva told you both.
Ben gathered up the laundry basket and shut the door behind you before Eva handed Sean off to Parkins. "Oh dear Lord," he chuckled. "He doesn't weigh anything."
"He was just under five and a half pounds at birth," Ben told him.
It wasn't long at all before more members of the coven had come to greet you and to see Baby Sean. Father Callahan had been nervous when Sean was placed in his arms, but quickly relaxed as soon as Sean stopped wriggling. Randy and Mark were eager as ever to meet their new baby brother while Chopper and Doc kept sniffing when the unfamiliar scent of a new human had reached their noses. You and Ben thought it was hilarious when Mike and Lucy were holding Sean and Randy has asked when they were going to have a baby of their own.
You and Ben had retreated upstairs to find that the nursery was completely done, much to your surprise. Eva, Mabel, Loretta and Glynnis had all put together the rugs and filled the dresser with Sean's clothes while the walls were finally done, the murals all painted with images from Grimm's Fairy Tales. On the shelves were a whole array of books that Loretta Starcher had gotten from the library, each one dated from Ben's birthdays when he was little while the toys had been hand-me-downs from all the coven members.
"Mike was this your baby quilt?" Ben asked him.
"Yup," Mike answered. "Dad sent that over from Portland while you guys were gone. Sorry if there's a smell to it, Lucy and I tried to get it out but it still smells like my dad's Hai Karate and Old Spice."
Ben took a whiff and sure enough, the smell was as strong as ever. "Oh yeah, there it is," he said, letting out a cough. "Smells like my dad's too."
You placed Baby Sean in the crib, the Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls watching over him like a pair of guardian angels with their smiley faces. You and Ben covered him with the quilt and kissed him goodnight before you joined him downstairs for dinner, relieved to be home at last with those who loved you most.
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danifesting · 1 year ago
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A birthday present for my dear, beloved friend @nobrakesdown. Cove, I hope you have the wonderful birthday you deserve. Thanks for being my friend, writing buddy, sounding board and everything in between.
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Daniel's heat is late. First one week, then two, then three. At four weeks he starts to worry. He's usually like clockwork, has been since his first heat at 15, but now, not even a skin prickle at the back of his neck. He makes an appointment with his gynecologist and goes into the office more anxious than he'd like to admit.
The nurse gets him in the room and takes his temperature, a little high but not a fever. His blood pressure is high too.
"Ha, sorry," he says to the nurse, a pretty beta with long blonde hair. "Just a little anxious."
"That's okay. It's not uncommon and it's not in a danger zone or anything," she assures him. "Is there any chance you could be pregnant?"
Daniel hums. He's been on birth control a long time. "I doubt it."
"Well, either way, we have to have you take a pregnancy test." She hands him a cup. "Just pee in here and leave it on the counter next to the door. When you're done, undress from the waist down and press the button on the wall to let us know you're ready, okay?"
Daniel gives her a thumbs up and does as he's instructed. The wait for the doctor is agonizingly slow. He scrolls through Instagram on his phone but it doesn't do anything to speed up the passage of time. Eventually the doctor knocks.
"Come in," Daniel calls out and Dr. Bernard comes in.
"Well, Daniel," she says, sitting down on the stool next to the table. "I'm just going to start with this. Your pregnancy test came back positive."
"But…" Daniel says, starting to sweat.
"I know you're on birth control but have you missed any doses?" She asks kindly.
"No, never. I take it at the same time every day. I have a special alarm and everything."
"Have you been sick? Taken any antibiotics?"
"I had a sinus infection about a month ago and the doctor gave me something for it."
"Did he warn you that antibiotics can make birth control less effective and that you should use backup contraception until after your next heat?"
"Uh... He did not. Was he supposed to?" Daniel asks with raised eyebrows.
Dr. Bernard sighs. "They never tell people what they should. Well, I'm sorry if it's bad news, and we'll take a blood test to confirm just to be sure, but you're pregnant."
Daniel puts his face in his hands. Fuck, what is he going to do? What is he going to tell Max? They've really only just gotten together. Only a few very happy months and now Daniel's gone and ruined it.
Dr. Bernard pats Daniel on the knee. "I'll give you a moment and then we'll do your pelvic exam."
She steps out of the room and Daniel texts Max.
Daniel: are you busy today?
Max: just finished at the sim
Daniel: can you meet me at mine in like an hour?
Max: i'll be there
Daniel sighs and sets his phone down. They do the pelvic exam, take Daniel's blood, tell him they'll call him with the results tomorrow and to talk about next steps from there.
Max is already in his apartment when Daniel gets home, sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. He looks up when Daniel comes in and smiles, wide and happy but his face falls when he sees Daniel, turning to concern. Daniel kicks off his shoes and crosses the room.
"Hi Maxy," he says and collapses down onto the couch next to him. "I have some news."
"Good or bad?" Max asks, eyebrows drawing in.
"Um, I haven't really decided yet. Still kind of in shock about it." Daniel rubs a hand over his face. "I'm pregnant." He keeps his face hidden in his hands.
"Daniel," Max says, voice hushed. He pulls Daniel's hands away from his face.
Daniel gives him a wry smile. "Surprise? I'm so sorry. I know we didn't plan for it, but I think I'm keeping the baby," he says, which is a surprise to himself as he says but it's true. He is. Fuck, he's gonna be a dad.
"Daniel," Max says again and his face is broken open into a wide grin, eyes scrunched tight and happy. "This was, of course, not something we have talked about before but if you want this, I want this, yeah?"
"Really?" Daniel asks, feeling his eyes well with tears. Stupid pregnancy hormones.
"Of course, Daniel. Yes. I have always wanted children and…"
"But we've only been dating a few months."
Max laughs. "And I have been in love with you since I was 18. Let's have a baby Daniel."
"You and me, huh?" Daniel asks, matching Max's laughter.
"You and me," Max assures. "I'll be with you the whole way."
And now, now Daniel feels hopeful instead of the terror he felt sitting in that doctor's office listening to his test results. He won't be in this alone. He has Max by his side and maybe they can do this. Maybe it will be okay.
The blood test results come back positive the next morning. Max holds Daniel's hand as they listen to Dr. Bernard lay out their next steps, the ultrasound appointment he'll have next week, the email she'll send with pregnancy nutrition and prenatal vitamins, all of it, and instead of overwhelmed like he thought he'd be, Daniel feels happy, like this is the right choice, like he and Max are starting a life together along with the life inside him.
Max kisses him when the phone call is over. He puts his hand on Daniel's belly and kisses him again, and Daniel knows things are going to be alright, better than even. Things are going to be great.
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em1e · 1 year ago
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宗谷 // PUPPY LOVE ⠀ ༝ ༝ souya kawata [ angry ] ⠀༝ ༝ 900 words ⠀ ⚠︎ fluff ! ⠀ — souya is is like a dad - says he doesn't want a pet but babies it once it's home.
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souya kawata was rarely a man of few words. 
usually, he has something to say, a quick quip always on his tongue ingrained into him from being constantly argumentative with nahoya the entirety of his life. but, as he stares at you, the bag of to-go ramen from his shop hanging loosely from his fingers, he can’t help but only stare in shock. 
here, in your shared apartment, you sat on the floor with a baby gate surrounding you. in that baby gate was . . . a puppy. small terrier, he thinks, based on what he can see. 
you perk up at the sound of him setting the bags on the counter, whispering something to the dog, who only yaps in response, following at your heel as you stand and step over the gate. 
“hi baby.” you smile, wrapping an arm around his waist and standing on your toes, “how was work?” 
“good.” he greets you with a kiss your forehead, soft in your presence, before his brows furrow and he nods his head to the elephant in the room, “puppy sitting for a friend?” 
“hm?” you pretend to be oblivious, head tilting as you turn to follow his gaze, “oh, no.” and still, despite him clearly bringing it up, you don’t clarify what the baby gate is doing there, why there’s a puppy barking from inside it as it tries to crawl out of the gate, or why there are various unopened toys, food, and puppy pads sitting on the counter beside where he’s just put the food down, “what’s for dinner?” you ask, moving past him to take the ramen out. 
“ramen,” he moves towards the gate, towering over the puppy who seems to just want to run free in the apartment, “who’s dog is this then?” 
“ours.” you answer easily, grabbing two bowls from the cabinets and chopsticks for the two of you. 
“ours?” he parrots, turning on his heel to watch you casually make you both plates, “that’s something we should talk about, isn’t it?” 
“we did.” you remind him, bringing the bowls to the table and gesturing for him to come sit, “last week, after we broke in the new bed-” 
“it was a hypothetical, us getting a dog.” his frown twitches to a scowl. of course you’d use him in such a vulnerable state for your own agenda, “we still should’ve gone together. what if i don’t like rat dogs.” despite his annoyance, he sits across from you and mumbles a quick thank you for this meal. 
“but you do,” you continue where he stopped, picking up some noodles and blowing on them, “her name is sugaoku, after the shop.” you smile, and god he really wants to be upset with you but you just look so cute. 
his eyes flit behind you, to the puppy who has mysteriously gone quiet, “yeah, well sugaoku is peeing on the floor,” he nods his head towards the gate, and you drop the chopsticks to whip around as if he could be lying, “and i will not be cleaning it up.” 
you pout, pushing back from the table to open the pack of puppy pads and grab a wad of paper towels while mumbling i knew i forgot something. 
he grins, when you can’t see him, blowing on his own bite of noodles before putting it in his mouth. he couldn’t stay upset with you if he tried. 
and, despite telling you ‘you got the dog, she’s your responsibility’, souya still finds himself taking her out when his alarm goes off. like clockwork, he’d open the door to her crate, hook the leash onto her collar, and take her down the three flights of stairs so she could go potty - a cup of coffee in one hand, leash in the other, while he fantasized about staying in bed with you a little longer. 
it’s really domestic, settling into a new routine of taking care of a plus one, with the work split between the two of you. 
“do you have everything?” it’d be hard for a normal person to pick up on his worry, but you catch it easily with the slight way his brows furrow in, with the way he grips the bag holding all the puppy supplies. you laugh a little. 
“yes, souya, everything is in there. three bottles of water, the portable bowl, snacks, some toys, her collar if the harness gets too hot, and the poop bags. can we go now?” 
he peeks into the bag, scanning over everything despite you already checking it yourself two other times, “okay, yeah. i just want to be sure.” 
“we’re bringing more stuff for her than us.” you point out, taking the leash from his hands to hook it to sugoaku’s harness, “you’re worrying for nothing. s’not like we’re gonna be there all day.” 
he scowls, “i know that, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.” he pulls the bag over his shoulder, and souya honestly looks really cute, despite the face he’s making, with the bright bone-print of the backpack contrasting greatly with the rest of his vibe. 
you pinch at his cheek, leaving him to scowl further and swat your hand away, “let’s just go already.”  “aye, aye captain.” you mock salute, picking up sugoaku to make the trip out of the apartment quicker, and souya scoffs at how you seem  to baby her.
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for @cu7ie !!
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jaslan4f1 · 2 years ago
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Trick me once, Trick me twice C.L Part 3
Warnings: enemies to lover kinda thing.
Notes: english is not my native language so this may contain consistency errors, i would really appreciate the corrections but please, be kind. feedback is also appreciated ♡
Summary: Charles is the best friend of your brother Max. You both hate each other…that’s what you thought but then something happened.
You were sitting in Charles car, Kelly and you were in the backseat. Your brother and Charles in the front. “What is up with you and Charles” Kelly whispered in your ear. “What exactly do you mean?” “Oh come on Y/n it was very heated between you both” she said. You looked at the car interior mirror and saw that Charles eyes were still on you. You looked at Kelly and said “We both can’t stand each other. I don’t know what you saw but there’s nothing going on between him and me” Kelly looked at you like a detective. “It looked like something else but if you say so” she said and turned her attention to the car music. You looked in the car mirror again only to see a Charles that had his eyes on the road. Maybe you were hallucinating because there would be no way that Charles was checking you out. “Here we are” said Charles and you guys got out of his car. In the club you decided to all take shots except Charles cause he wanted to drive you all home later. The music was loud, the club was full of people and you felt amazing. You took Kelly dragged her on to the dance floor. After a while of dancing with Kelly, Max came and took her away to dance with her. You didn’t care and just danced alone. You totally forgot about Charles. Suddenly you felt a pair of hands touching your waist. You opened your eyes and saw a good looking man infront of you. “I didn’t want to scare you, just thought a hot girl like you should not dance alone” he said. You looked over his shoulder and saw Charles who was standing next to a blond girl. His eyes were watching every move of you but he still managed to respond to everything the girl was saying to him. You wanted to challenge him so you took the hands of the man and placed them on your lower back. Charles eyes twitched. He didn’t liked that somebody was touching you. Even worse was that that somebody wasn’t him. He looked at the hands of the man that was dancing with you. Every girl that talked to him seemed boring when you were the only thought he had. The hands of the man reached your ass and they became to massage your bum. You would be lying I you said you liked it. “Uhm sorry I need to pee” you said and walked to the bathrooms. You entered the privat bathroom and as you wanted to look it somebody stopped the door from closing. “Hey stop it” you screamed. “Shut it Y/n” the male voice said. he knew your name and that voice sounded familiar so you fully opened the door. “Charles what the fuck do you thing you are doing!”you said anger filling your voice. “We need to talk” he said with a harsh tone. “No we do not! I need to pee if you excuse me” you said and started to push him away. You underestimated his strength because he pushed you easily into the bathroom back. He closed the door and looked at you. “Ughh I’m going to pee if you don’t mind” you said walked away into one of the toilet stalls. “Hear me out Y/n I don’t care what game you play but I would be more careful who you dance with. Did you see that guy. He looked like a pervert and the way he touched your body….ugh” Charles said fast. You opened the door of your toilet unit. “Are you jealous that it wasn’t you” you said with a smirk. You walked over to the sink and washed your hands. Your eyes looked his through the sink mirror. “As if. You have to beg me to touch you sweetheart” he said and walked over. He stood directly behind you. His lips were near your ear. “I could easily touch you or even fuck you here but I want you to beg. I want to awaken your desire for me” he whispered into your left ear. Goosebumps spread around your body. “I bet your fell aroused by just my talking” he said. You looked at him through the mirror. “And I bet you have a boner right now” you said and pushed your ass near his area. You smiled and looked at him. “Touché sweetheart”
a/n; Hi guys, I hope you like this post. If you have any ideas, share them please.
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strongheartneteyam · 2 years ago
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I wish I could
Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!curvy!human reader
CW: fluff, angst, heated make out session, bad words, mentions of breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mentions of sex itself, mentions of pregnancy symptoms such as urinating a lot (maybe you shouldn't read it if it bothers you)
Not proofread, guys, sorry. My new kitten has kept me awake almost all night 🤡 but she's already the love of my life anyway. Thank you for all the comments and support! You guys really make my day
When a word appears in italic, it's the meaning of a na'vi word said previously.
Chapter 7
Chapter 6
"Hey, skxawng." Said Kiri, when she saw you inside your home, putting some things that were messy in place. Neteyam had left to prepare for dinner time with the rest of the people and after he was gone you only slept like 15 minutes because after that you were being awakened all the time from your sleep to pee until you finally gave up and started to clean some mess in your house. Just pregnant things. "Feel like telling me how the fuck you let my brother knock you up?" the blue Omatikaya girl closed her eyes, put her tongue out her mouth and pronounced a big "ughhh"
You smiled wide and screamed "Hey, bestieeee! I missed you so much. It's been a while. Everything just started to get so chaotic lately and I didn't have a chance to talk to you."
Kiri sat on the ground next to you.
"Yeah, of course. It's a chaos that you mated with my older brother and did not tell me first! Worse than that: you guys are expecting a baby!!! Ma Eywa, what the...?!" She couldn't believe this madness
You started laughing at Kiri's disbelief. The na'vi young female was treating this situation like it was the craziest thing possible but it actually wasn't. But you got what she meant, you knew it was weird to imagine your best friend being your brother's mate. And you were pregnant with Neteyam's child. You knew she must get so freaking weirded out imagining you two... you know what. "Poor Kiri" you thought, finding the whole thing way too amusing
"I'm sorry I never told you about me liking Neteyam. I was just scared he would hear you telling it to someone we both trust, like Spider, for example, and I was insecure about him not thinking of me as attractive and getting the ick knowing that I liked him, because, you know, I'm no na'vi." You looked a little sad saying those last words
"(y/n), I'd never tell anyone, even Spider. You hurt me if you think I would." Kiri protested, a little sadness in her beautiful eyes
"I'm sorry, Kiri syulang." (flower) You used to call her that because of how much she loves Pandora's plants "I didn't mean to hurt you. Come here." You said, opening your arms, asking for a hug
Kiri went to hug you and said "I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm here whining instead of saying that I'm surprised but I'm so, so happy my bestie is pregnant."
A smile took over your lips
"Thank you." You broke the hug and looked at her "Do you know what Neytiri and Jake think about it? Are they okay with it?" Your heart felt tight inside your chest
"They are. They are actually really happy" Kiri was smiling
"Thank you, Great Mother!" You breathed in relief
Your best friend loved how much you loved and was connected to Eywa, even being human. She had so much affection for Spider but she knew he didn't feel the same way. So you ended up being her best friend because she could relate more to you. Being insanely connected to Eywa was a big part of who Kiri was.
Kiri waited for you to get ready and the two of you headed together to the part of the land where the people would sit side by side to eat every eclipse.
Your belly was still not showing so nobody could notice anything different and you were so greatful for that. You didn't like being the center of attention, especially because you had always felt like a freak. You were a human girl among the na'vi. Even if there were other humans living in Pandora too, there weren't many of them and most of them prefered to keep a respectful distance from the Omatikaya and stick to themselves, sometimes even eating all meals inside the lab. You were always different. Like Spider, you'd rather be transferred to a na'vi body forever, if you could.
Kiri and you sat at the green grass and started talking about trivial things, both glad to catch up. But soon everyone's attention was called to the Olo'eyktan, Jake Sully, who stood in front of everyone, in a higher place than the other people, so he could be more easily seen and heard.
"My son Neteyam, the Olo'eyktan in training, has something really important to tell you all." He said, loud enough to echo around that place
"Oh, no." You thought "Please, don't let it be what I think it is"
Neteyam was standing next to his mother, the Tsahìk, but after his father spoke, he stepped further next to Jake and said:
"I have chosen a mate." So many whispers could be heard around that bonfire "I know I should have taken more time and should have courted her before mating and for that I apologize. I did not give off a good example as the Olo'eyktan in training." The Omatikaya boy had a stern expression in his beautiful face
"But Eywa blesses his choice either way and that's what matters." Neytiri started talking "Now, I'm going to formally introduce Neteyam's mate to all of you. Will you come over here, paskalin, please?"
You wanted to die. Just. Freaking. Die. Why, Eywa?! You had just said you didn't want any attention on you tonight. Your heart was beating louder than an army of na'vi hissing together.
You knew you had no option but to get over there. It was part of the na'vi ways. Law must be obeyed in Pandora to keep the balance. Eywa said so. And you just couldn't leave Neteyam alone up there, risking getting on Jake's bad side. Jake was a great person but Eywa, he could get really mad sometimes, specially with Lo'ak and Neteyam. Your mate carried so much weight in his shoulders already. You would be a terrible mate if you didn't go there, even in fear. And you loved Neteyam enough to swallow the lump in your throat and start walking towards the three Omatikaya, so, you did.
Some na'vi did not like the idea that the next Olo'eyktan was gonna have a human mate, and you couldn't blame them, when they saw you right next to Neteyam. But, thank Eywa, most Omatikaya accepted the fact with little to no bad expression in their faces. Most of them were surprised, of course, but it was a weird surprise, not a bad one. And you knew they couldn't do much. Jake and Neytiri were accepting you before the clan like Eytukan and Mo'at did with Jake, back when he was still on the RDA program. What were they gonna do? They knew their place but more importantly, they deeply respected and admired their Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk.
Just a few hours later you gave Neteyam a goodbye kiss, he hugged you tight whispering in your ear "Take care, my yawne. I wish I could sleep next to you tonight but it's too dangerous for you in your current state to go to the forest with me and sleep in a tree and you still live with your mom." He chuckled "Ao'ite would skin me alive if she had to be a third wheel for us tonight. Even knowing that I would never do anything other than give you a peck on the lips and hug you tight in front of her." You laughed a bit loud and he kissed your cheek and you both parted, each one heading to their own parents' home.
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A bit more than a week had passed and Neteyam had already built a home for the both of you and your child (with the help from Lo'ak and other two na'vi young man who were their friends). You were in awe of how beautiful and cozy it was when you first entered the space. Tonight, you were in Neteyam's arms, cuddling with him while he kissed you tenderly. The kiss started to heat up and when you realized Neteyam was holding tight onto your thigh and that made you whimper in his mouth.
"I know you like that. That's why I do it, my baby." He said right next to your lips
He kept kissing you, his tongue massaging yours and then he spoke:
"Are you happy that I impregnated you?" He had a dirty look in his face
"So happy, Teyam. I'm so happy my belly is finally getting big." You said, feeling things down there already
As you were carrying a na'vi baby in your womb and you were human, considerably smaller than the na'vi women, your belly was big enough to be a 5 months old pregnant bump on someone who would be carrying a human child.
Neteyam caressed your swollen but still kinda small belly and said:
"I know." His breath faltering, his fingers feeling the bump, making him have to control his deepest urges to fuck you "You're already getting me boners when I shouldn't be getting one. " You two laughed "You got me hiding from everyone in sight until I get where dad is waiting for me, when I leave in the morning for training, because the image of you smiling at me, all sleepy, telling me to take care and that you love me, with this cute, fucking sexy belly makes me wanna rip your clothes off, yawnetu."
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