#how do u think he immediately got her pregnant and then immediately got her pregnant AGAIN with twins 😭😭😭

[evansbby]

Is knotting a thing in your A/B/O fics like POYT? Like does Steve get stuck inside Omega when finishes?

YES OF COURSE HE DOES AND THEY BOTH LOVE IT

[kisses4reid]

protect | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - you get badly injured on a case, and the hospital visit ruins your surprise.

genre - fem!bau!reader x spencer, hurt/comfort, little bit of angst and arguing, fluff, happy ending!! reader can bear children (has female anatomy)

warnings - pregnancy, major injuries, mentions of gross hospital things, r uses she/her pronouns, usual criminal minds violences

w/c - 2.2k

a/n - thank u for the request! loved the idea immediately and this is the first time i’m writing abt pregnancy and stuff so pls do not quote me on anything!!! also this writing isn’t my best, sorry abt that. okay bye have fun reading

request - (@ursuu-la) hihihi idk if you're taking requests, but what if u write something where Spencer and a fem reader are dating and she's pregnant, but she's kinda scared(? or nervous to tell Spencer. And maybe she could tell it to one of the girls of the team to find a way of approaching Reid, but then she gets hurt or something happens to her in a case.

“Oh. My. God.”

You turned your attention from the open manila folder to Garcia’s multiple screens, searching each one for something important, “What?”

“Y/n M/n Reid. You’re pregnant?” Garcia spun in her chair with an angry expression while pointing a ringed finger at the main computer screen. It was your medical history - which you allowed her to search so she could experiment with a new hacking technique - but you had forgotten about your recent discovery.

Your hand was clamped over your mouth as you stared in shock and started rambling through your fingers, “Garcia. I swear, nobody knows - I wasn’t keeping this from just you,” you placed your hands on her shoulders when she stood up in disappointment, sending her office chair to collide with the desk, “Spencer doesn’t even know, please Garcia. Don’t tell anyone.”

Your eyes searched hers for a promise or compromise, but instead you got welling tears.

“Garcia?”

“Y/n, your pregnant with a little Reid! This is amazing- How come you haven’t told him? I’ll have a new little nephew or niece! Y/n!” She squealed and took your hands to spin you in a circle in her small office. You immediately felt nauseous and slowed the excited girl, her hair accessories threatening to fall off in her happiness. You held your stomach and whispered,

“No spinning, I’ll throw up.”

She glanced to her computer screens and shut them down immediately, sitting back down and taking a deep breath. “This is great! Right? Please tell me this is great, you’re already 6 weeks pregnant.”

You bit your lip and nodded, “I mean, I think it’s great but..” You lost yourself in thought.

Last year when you and Spencer got married, you had talked about starting a family many times. But every time you both agreed to wait a few more years in order to save up more money and maybe move into a bigger apartment or even a house. This was not what you planned.

Spencer liked having a plan, it was one thing you grew to love. He was organised and, due to his amazing memory, remembered everything, especially everything about you. And though you two had grown so close you were basically one person, this was the only time you had no idea how Spencer would react if he found out your secret.

“I don’t know how to tell Spencer.”

Garcia grinned, but it was quickly wiped away when she noticed a certain figure in the doorway. You spun on your heel, heart attacking your ribs. Luckily, it was not your husband, but your boss. He stood sternly and started, “We’ve got a case, wheels up in 30.”

You nodded and turned back to Garcia, all she did was wave and whisper, “I’ll text you.”

In the plane, you sat next to Spencer in the aisle seat, stomach feeling queasy and phone vibrating non-stop in your back pocket. You pinched the bone between your eyebrows and squinted at the case files that Hotch had quickly gone over. Morgan was spilling some theories, Prentiss backing him up, when Spencer lowered his head and whispered in your ear, “Are you okay? You seem tired.”

You put on a small smile and nodded, the fact that Spencer had noticed something wrong meant that the rest of the team would notice soon too. You raised yourself and squeezed Spencer’s hand that had been in your lap. You murmured a small excuse me to Hotch and excused yourself to the plane’s toilet.

Spencer began to get worried for your health. The past week and a half, you’d been eating less and then more, and then you’d say you felt sick, and then you were full of energy. You cancelled plans, you slept more, and you had started avoiding Spencer. You were getting sick, and distant, and he hated how you wouldn’t let him help you whenever he asked. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head slightly, attempting to focus on the profile.

Sat on the toilet, ready to double over into the bathroom sink, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through Garcias texts.

What about a baby onesie with Daddy’s favourite child on it?

What about a candle lit dinner?

What about donuts that spell out ‘I’m Pregnant!’

I’ve seen people purposefully burn bread and wait until their husbands understand, maybe that?

Maybe. But right now, that was not what you wanted to think about. On top of the case and the whole pregnancy situation, your symptoms were becoming harder to conceal.

A whole day of analysis, interrogating, leads and dead ends led you to a one story run down house with broken windows and an overgrown yard. You threw the FBI bullet vest over your shoulders as Spencer approached you with a tight smile. His hair was shorter these days, after he finally let you start cutting it, but nothing could change his attractiveness. His cologne wafted into your senses as he went behind you, tightening your vest and patting your back and waist down to make sure you were at optimal safety.

You could almost imagine he knew you were pregnant.

“Remember, if he’s in there, keep your distance. He’s a big guy but silent, and not all there.” He furrowed his eyebrows as he did a last check over of your vest, belt, and the position of your gun. You smiled and nodded,

“I know, Spence. I’ve been here too.”

He sighed and nodded, placing a small kiss on your cheek as a good luck.

You were married, but there was no guarantee you’d both make it out of any case. Every movement could be your last, and every interaction could be your last together.

Morgan slipped through the door after a man picked the front doors lock, Prentiss behind him and you behind her. After you, followed Hotch and Spencer.

“Clear!” Morgan called from the kitchen. You turned right down a hallway, Prentiss disappearing into a small room on the right and yelling,

“Clear!”

You entered the small bedroom, gun high and steps careful. It was an adults bedroom, maybe a teenager. There was posters of horror movies, a thin mattress on the floor and shelves of books and wooden cupboard holding what you believed to be clothes.

“Clea-“

The wind got knocked out of you, your shoulder colliding with the wall to your left and a sharp handle being jabbed into your side, as you plummeted against the floor and hearing a loud thump and shattering glass beside you. Miniscule, rainbow, dots clouded your vision, the adrenaline and the concussion you were sure you had numbing the pain coursing through your veins. You screamed in pain, Hotch entering almost immediately.

You lifted your right arm to point out the window, the glass shattered from where the unsub had escaped.

Spencer entered the room in a rush, eyes running over the fallen cupboard that would've been taller than the both of you, and then your small body in the corner. You held out your arm for him, and he placed his hands under your armpits, jolting back when you screeched in pain. "Y/n, your..." His eyes widened in shock and fear at the sight of your dislocated shoulder. Your right hand clutched to your left side - no doubt trying to comfort a massive bruise or worse.

He gulped, helping you up and throwing your good arm around his shoulders. The sudden movements blanked your vision for a few moments, a small lump forming on the front left side of your temple, and your legs trembled in the sudden need to hold yourself up. "Y/n, we just need to get you to the ambulance, alright?" Spencer told you reassuringly. He didn't know how much you could understand, your eyes were cloudy and your movements spaghetti-like, but he continued to reassure you anyways.

The paramedics set into action as soon as they saw your near limp body strung across Spencer's taller build. You were placed in the ambulance on a bed and before you knew it, there was a heavy clamp on your finger and two paramedics touching you and saying unexplainable things to each other. A short one with a beard came close to your vision, obvious aware it was still slightly blurred, "Agent Y/n. We need to take your shirt off in order to fix your shoulder okay? We need to pop it back in as quick as we can."

All you could do is nod, Spencer making most of the choices for you as your husband - he wouldn't put you through something he knew you would disagree with. They asked him questions, and while the voices came in and out of focus, the adrenaline was wearing off and suddenly your senses heightened. "Is she pregnant?"

The question rolled off the paramedics tongue like a rehearsed poem, and Spencer shook his head like there was no possible way you were. But as you saw needles being prepared, your heart started pounding so fast it got the attention of the professionals. "Y/n, are you still with us?"

To Spencer, you looked like you had just woken up to a bad dream, but there was something deeper - you were not unconcious, if anything you looked alert.

"I'm pregnant." The paramedics glanced at each other and Spencer's eyes widened. The one with the needle placed it down carefully on a table, and before you knew it, you were being pushed through hallways and into a awfully bright room.

You passed out, fear and exaustion catching up to you. But Spencer couldn't sleep. On top of the fact that his wife had just gotten her shoulder dislocated and then fixed, and a slight rib fracture, she was also pregnant.

Spencer doubted for the first half hour of waiting for you to wake up that you actually were. You were saying nonsense, you were injured and the adrenaline... usually causes people to tell the truth. He paced and went over everything that had been happening. The change in your behaviour, the tiredness, the sickness. It was all coming together like a puzzle, and he wondered why he didn't realise sooner.

"Spence?" A small voice called out, and he approached the hospital bed almost immediately.

"Y/n." Spencer smiled in relief, overjoyed that you were alright and breathing. He knew you'd be fine, but anything can be unpredictable. Anyone can be unpredictable. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"What happened?" You tried to sit up but Spencers soft hands encouraged you to stay laying down.

"The unsub pushed a cabinet at you. You collided with the wall and dislocated your shoulder." He explained softly, the doctors told him that the specific pain killers they gave you may cause some loopiness. "Oh." You whispered, eyes searching his face like you had never seen it before, and you smiled. You were here, and he was here, and you needed nothing more. Other than more pain killers.

Spencer bit his lip, and sighed, not sure if it was the right time to bring the blindside up at that moment.

"Y/n, darling, are you... pregnant?"

The small grin wiped off your face and you took some deep breaths, nodding and avoiding his gaze in fear of rejection. Spencer sighed, and pushed his hair away from his face, a smile rising onto his cheeks. Tears welled in his eyes from happiness. "This is great, this is... wow Y/n, I can't believe.." He gulped, "I can't believe you didn't tell me sooner."

Confusing his disbelief for anger, tears started dropping down your cheeks as you sat in silence. Spencer started to worry, "Do you... not want to have a baby with me? Or at all? Do you think I won't be a good father? I know that I've had my problems in the past but I promise I can be a good father-"

"Spencer." You called his name in shock, heart aching over his insecure questions. "I do want a baby, especially one with you. And I don't think you'll be a good father, I know you'll be a great one. I just," you wiped your cheeks and he sat down in a chair beside your bed, taking your hand in his. "I'm scared. I thought that you wouldn't want to have one right now because of our... plan. This is really early and we didn't get to save- and- I thought you'd be mad-" You had started blubbering now, the heart monitor becoming a ticking time bomb for a full on breakdown, before Spencer took your face in his hands and smashed your lips onto his.

He pulled back, smile wide, eyes full of adoration and sorrowfullness.

"Y/n, I don't care about that plan anymore. And I'm not mad." He searched your eyes with his, "I just wished you told me earlier. Maybe you wouldn't have been injured, because god knows I wouldn't have let you go out into the field."

"Spencer, I'm so sorry." You sniffled, placing your other hand on top of his.

"Oh, darling. You don't have to be sorry. I've made my injured and pregnant wife cry, I should be sorry."

You giggled, and leant forward to kiss him on the nose. "So it's really okay?"

"Of course. You just have to heal quickly, and I'll do all the rest."

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[diaryofawhoretbh]

Hi could u do thanos x preg reader playing the games basically just like 222 n 333 so hear me out.. imagine we befriend 222 :3 n were basically talking ab our pregnancies (however u write it help) and ab baby stuff then topic of baby daddies comes around and 222 mentions that her baby daddy is here n we r like no way ours is too and we decide to meet near bunks w our baby daddies n when thanos n 333 see each other they r like no way and 222 and we have to hold them back from fighting. So we and 222 force them to get along bc 222 and we are close so why shouldnt they be too

love this request so much!!! i hope i did your idea justice 🫡🫡 i tried to write this quickly. pls let me know if this isn't what you wanted.thank you for requesting, enjoyyy!!

NOT proof-read, sorry!!!!

fine line | thanos (choi su-bong)

the barracks were quiet, save for the soft murmur of other players trying to get some rest. you sat on your bunk, legs stretched out in front of you, feeling the familiar weight of your belly.

jun-hee, player 222, sat next to you, her hand resting on her own swollen stomach. it felt strange, being surrounded by danger and fear, yet finding a kind of peace in talking about the one thing that kept you both going: the babies.

“i can’t believe we’re both pregnant in here,” jun-hee said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “i always thought the world would be different by now, but… i guess this is just how life works out, huh?”

you smiled, nodding. “yeah. it’s crazy. but honestly, it’s kinda the only reason i’m still here. these little ones, they’re everything.”

junhee rubbed her belly gently, a soft smile on her lips. “same here. i didn’t expect this kind of life, but it’s like… being a mom now, it’s like i have something bigger to fight for.”

you let out a soft laugh. “i get you. even in a place like this, we’ve still got our kids to think about.”

jun-hee looked over at you, suddenly more playful. “speaking of kids, i’ve got to tell you something. my baby daddy is here too.”

you raised an eyebrow. “wait, really? no way. who?”

junhee’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous grin. “player 333. you know him as myung-gi.”

you blinked, then let out a low whistle. “myung-gi? as in that coinmg guy?”

jun-hee nodded, not even a little ashamed. “yep. crazy, right?”

you let out a laugh, a bit of disbelief in your voice. “wow, that’s... that’s wild.” you leaned back, looking at her with a grin. “your baby daddy is the reason me and my baby daddy are in debt."

junhee’s eyes widened slightly. “i apologise on his behalf... but wait, is your baby daddy here too? no way.”

you nodded, your grin growing bigger. “yep. he is. and… trust me, it’s not who you’d expect.”

jun-hee tilted her head, curious. “who is it, then?”

you leaned in a little, lowering your voice as though sharing a secret. “it’s su-bong...ah sorry thanos.”

jun-hee’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “what? no way. you’re telling me that your baby daddy is thanos?”

you shrugged nonchalantly. “yeah, believe it or not. crazy, huh?”

jun-hee shook her head, unable to suppress a laugh. “this is... way too much. okay, okay, we need to meet by the bunks. i want to see this. you and me, we’ll introduce them to each other.”

you raised an eyebrow, feeling a little hesitant. “you think that’s a good idea? i mean, myung-gi and su-bong don’t exactly… get along.”

jun-hee smirked. “it’s gonna be fine. trust me. they’re both here for the same reason now. i’m sure they can at least pretend to get along. for the sake of us, and our babies.”

you were still nervous, but the excitement was enough to push you forward. “okay, fine. let’s do it.”

the two of you carefully stood up, waddling over toward the area where the men were usually hanging out. you spotted su-bong in the corner, his large frame looming over the other players, while myung-gi was off to the side, doing his own thing.

as you and jun-hee dragged each man to the agreed meeting spot, both men’s eyes immediately flicked toward you. there was a sharp tension in the air as they both realized who the other was. myung-gi’s brow furrowed, and su-bong’s fists clenched at his sides.

jun-hee crossed her arms, giving you a look. “this is gonna be fun.”

you took a deep breath. “fun? more like intense.”

before you could do anything, both men started toward each other, their bodies tense and ready for a fight. su-bong’s deep voice was the first to break the silence.

“you,” he muttered, eyes narrowed. “what are you doing here?”

myung-gi sneered, taking a step closer. “don’t act like you’re in charge here. you think you can just walk around like you own the place?”

jun-hee quickly stepped in between them, arms raised. “hey! no fighting. not now, not here. we’re pregnant, okay? we’re trying to make it out of here alive, and you two are gonna work it out.”

you added, stepping up beside her. “yeah. no more fighting. our kids need us to be smart. we’re in this together.”

the two men stared at each other for a long moment, tension thick in the air. but as the seconds ticked by, something in their eyes softened—just slightly.

jun-hee, ever the mediator, was the first to break the silence. “come on, guys. we’re both in this for the same reason. for our kids. so, no more petty grudges. can you just... act like adults for once?”

you nodded, giving them a pointed look. “we have to work together. for them. our little ones deserve a chance.”

su-bong let out a frustrated sigh but nodded slowly, his fists unclenching. “fine. for the babies.”

myung-gi gave him a long, hard look before exhaling sharply. “yeah, fine. but don’t think this means we’re friends.”

jun-hee raised an eyebrow, her voice light. “we’re not asking for that. just... can we at least get through this without tearing each other apart?”

the two men exchanged a last heated glance before reluctantly stepping back. you and jun-hee gave each other a silent nod of approval.

“alright,” jun-hee said, her tone softening. “that’s a start. we can make this work.”

you smiled, feeling a little lighter now that the tension had eased, even if just for a moment. the road ahead was still long, but maybe, just maybe, with a little teamwork, you could all make it out of here—alive and with your babies.

[brain-deadx0]

(Got a brain worm that I had to write. No plans to continue so feel free to take for yourself)

Batman was responding to reports of Harley Quinn running around Gotham. Joker had been put back in Arkham several months ago so there was a chance she was making a move to set him free again.

But apparently Harley was expecting him.

"Well finally! You sure know how to keep a gal waiting Batsy. Ive been running around all night waitin for ya."

When Harley turned to face him his eyes were immediately drawn to her stomach.

"You're pregnant..."

"Yeesh your manners are bad ya cant just say that!" Harley rolled her eyes before pausing with a sigh and a serious look that almost seemed out of place on her, "But yeah... I am."

"Joker?" Batman asked softly.

Harley nodded, "Thats why I was runnin around tonight. Wanted to get your attention." She looked down before continuing, "I was in denial about it at first. I was always careful with that birth control stuff ya know? And I didn't want it to be real. Before I knew it it was too late to... you know... but. But I dont think I coulda anyway. I know its selfish but I love em too much already. Thats why I need your help."

"I'll help in anyway I can." Batman told her, "I can set up a place for the two of you where Joker won't find you."

Harley shook her head, "No can do Batsy. Mista J wouldn't let me go that easy. Specially if he knows about my little puddin. And if I'm honest I love him too much to leave too.

"I need someplace to have 'im that won't tell. And... I want you to look out for him. Not like, take 'im in or nothing. If I see my baby runnin around as one of your birds in ten years I'll let you have it-" She sighed, "But find someplace away from Gotham and all this. I don't want this for my little puddin. I don't want him to turn out like me or Joker and his best chance is someplace else.

"Please Batman."

-

Bruce kept his promise to Harley. She gave birth in secret and Daniel was taken to the other side of the country to be left at a firestation with nothing but his name and a note from Harley saying she loved him.

When Daniel was adopted Bruce ran a background check on his new parents. Inventors who seemed to be researching some sort of renewable energy and already had a child. Seemed safe enough.

He checked the area when they moved to a small town in Illinois and it seemed safe enough even with the likely tourist trap of "most haunted town in America"

Daniel, or Danny as he seemed to prefer, got decent grades and had a few close friends. His grades dropped suddenly for a time but eventually they returned to their previous state so he didn't worry too much.

But when the boy applied to and was accepted into Gotham U, Bruce started to worry.

They had left Danny as far away from Gotham as possible. So what were the chances he should return?

[pintrestgrl]

Dad Rafe! Dad Rafe!

I think he didn't want kids at first but then his girlfriend got pregnant and he was so worried about how everything would go, but once his baby was born he just knew he wanted a big family.

I think he has three kids (a boy with two little sisters) and every time they do anything in his head he's just like, "I never thought I could love anything this much 🥹"

hi hi hi anon !! whoever this is pls send more, like flood my inbox i beg. also sorry for the length, i got carried away. but i hope u like it anon !

dad!rafe just being dad!rafe

i feel like he would be so so scared to get you pregnant. like this man would take every precaution ever. he was wayyy too scared to be a father, and end up like ward. literally terrified him.

but he also couldn’t resist not cumming inside of you. sooo he would, and then pray immediately after.

this man would be a wreck when you got pregnant.

like literally tweaking tf out. he’d be so scared to end up like his own father and not be a good enough dad. he would be reading all those parenting books and literally googling ‘how to be a good dad’.

around month 8-9 of your pregnancy, he began to accept the idea a little more. but def not a whole lot. once the baby is born though, omg he is in love with that child.

and once he saw it was a boy, omg he felt an instant connection to his son. he wanted to give him a better childhood then he got, his son was his redo on his life.

he wanted nothing but the best. he’d also be sooo protective. like nobody but you and him would be able to touch his baby.

after about 2 years he’d be begging for another child. soo ofc you let him knock you up yet again. and omg when you give birth and it’s a girl, you’re literally done for.

she would be such a daddy’s girl it would be insane. he’d take her to every daddy daughter dance, every recital, he’d be her biggest fan.

but, after only a year, he wanted more. he still wasn’t satisfied. he wanted needed another kid. he prayed the whole pregnancy it would be a girl, and clearly it worked. this man would have baby fever worse then yours.

he would love his little family so so so much. he’d take his son to all his games or concerts, and take his girls to every recital, game, whatever they wanted.

i think he would be a bit stricter on his son, making sure he would protect his sisters as much as he did.

but he could never ever say no to his girls. they were his babies, he just couldn’t. as soon as they pouted and said please, he was done for.

[mvltisstuff]

hi hi

idk if you’re accepting requests but if you are pls could i request an evan buckley where he has a gf/wife and a baby but the 118 doesn’t know, and maybe one day reader/kid is injured and they either turn up at the fire house or the 118 is called to the scene and buck has to come clean about his secret wife/gf and kid?

thank you bestie, i love your writing <3

lover - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @eddiemunsens

a/n: what tswift album do u guys think the 118 are 🤭 also what happens to yn is inspired by an episode of s19 that i love sm it’s so funny :))

buck knew the second y/n got pregnant that he wasn’t leaving. two years of dating is a short time to have a child, but they loved each other more than anyone. they knew they could give a child a good life, so they went with it.

all three of them moved to la, so buck could work with the LAFD and y/n could get to a higher position at work. their life there was immaculate. their little family was thriving, so buck put a ring on her finger. he didn’t even hesitate to buy the biggest one he saw, because he loved y/n the second he met her, and he emotionally couldn’t wait anymore. the words husband and wife rang in his ears, making him drop a dumbfounded grin.

no one at work knew, he didn’t really know what they thought of him. his team knew he was too fine to not have anyone, so they figured he was just with some girls here and there. the last thing they expected was a child and a fiancé along with it. it never came up in conversation, but buck still didn’t bother. he didn’t want to face any judgement from people that he didn’t already get from his family. the constant scrutiny about his age and his girl was exhausting.

now, neither of them would’ve changed it for the world. buck can’t imagine himself happier or in a life without them. it hurts him to even consider what would happen if y/n and his little boy weren’t there. he always gazed at them playing, sometimes just wanting to observe their brilliance.

buck knew he would have to explain to his team that he’s married, and that doesn’t mean he’s ashamed. he wants the world to know, but he doesn’t want y/n to be hurt by opinions from other people. he didn’t realize how soon he would have to until the alarm rang and until dispatch came through with the address. it was their house. the house where buck and y/n raised their son and the one where either could be hurt. every single scenario waved over buck, making him panic more by the second.

“you good, kid?” bobby asks, taking note of his bouncing knee.

“uh.. yeah! yeah, i’m fine,” he lies. buck hasn’t been with them for more than a year, so they just pass it along, not knowing any better. buck climbs out of the truck, grabbing a few tools before sprinting toward the house. now, the teams more alarmed. what is it about this house is making him act like a maniac?

“y/n?” buck calls out, running around trying to find her.

“kitchen!” she yells out, sounded distressed which only makes buck move even quicker. when he walks in, he immediately notices her leaning over the sink, her hand in the disposal. bobby and the rest of his crew walk in behind him, the four of them standing in the kitchen staring at her. “well?”

“oh-“ bobby moves, starting to gather some more tools out of his bag.

“what the hell happened?”

“i dropped my ring down, and i was trying to make him lunch,” she nods to the baby, sitting on the floor happily, clearly having no idea what’s happening. “i don’t even know why i tried to grab it, like some idiot!”

“hey,” buck says, walking over to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “you’ll be fine, y/s/n is fine, yeah?” she looks up at him and nods, brushing her hair with her free hand.

“should we know the kids name too?” chim asks, giving buck a completely bamboozled expression. y/n passes buck the same face as hen walks over to check her hand. buck can’t get around it this time, and he wants them to know for once.

“um, guys,” he starts. “this is my fiancé, y/n and my son.”

“your what?” hen shouts, peeking her head out from behind y/n’s shoulder. she gives hen an awkward smile and buck stands there stiffly, worried about their reaction. everyone looks around at each other in shock that buck has his own family, and they didn’t even know.

“why didn’t you tell us?” bobby wonders.

“because i didn’t know how you’d react! i’ve heard it all from my parents, i didn’t need any more.”

“buck, we would’ve welcomed you no matter what your home life is. we’d love to get to know you and your family despite how it might’ve happened,” hen tells him, kindly. buck is confronted with immediate love, something he’s not to familiar with other than when his shifts end and he’s in y/n’s arms again. he’s surprised to say the least. he expected at lease some judgement, but there was nothing of the sort in the room.

“i’m thrilled you’re all having a nice moment here,” y/n interrupts. “but can we maybe get my hand out of my sink?”

buck and bobby pull the cabinets open and start drilling at the pipes underneath. buck secures the ring in his fingers before beaming up at y/n, showing her that he found it. “i got it!” he replies excitedly. “thank god, i don’t know if i have insurance for this thing. cost me my left leg,” he whispers to bobby. once they fully disconnect the system, hen slowly drags her bloody hand out and wraps it up. she hisses at the contact of the gauze and antiseptics. chimney starts to clean up the rest of the supplies, as hen treats the wound.

“so,” chimney begins. “when’s the wedding?”

“time and place, chim,” hen tells him. “time and place. but, yeah, are we invited?”

“yes,” buck says, obviously. “you’re invited.” he moves over to scoop his baby off the ground, carrying him over to his friends. they all speak to him in their little baby voices, and y/n watches with a shining smile on her face. buck knows he did the right thing, but he wishes he didn’t wait as long. now, he is certain that he has two solid families.

[kteezy997]

heyy, can u do one where timmy breaks up with the reader and she´s heartbroken, after a few months she realizes shes pregnant , but doesnt tell him anything (because shes still hurt and thinks he doesnt want her and the child anyhow) and one day they bumb into eachother randomly and he sees his nearly identical 3 yr old son and confronts her? you choose the endning mwuahhhh. btw i love ur writing

Daddy's Boy- Part One//t.c.

warnings: breakup, unexpected pregnancy, angst, fluff, cursing, i think that's it? This is a long one, grab a snack?

You were both young and dumb, and Timmy’s career was growing steadily at the time. He was taking on more and more movies, more commitments, and he straight up told you that he didn’t have time to be in a relationship anymore. He told he’d love you as long as breathed, and maybe one day you’ll find each other again, and you could be together.

You were heartbroken. You didn’t want to speak to him after the breakup, though he tried. It was too painful to even speak to him knowing that you couldn’t have all of him. You knew that cutting off contact cold turkey would be the best for you in the long run.

Just as your healing began, you missed your period a couple of months after the breakup with Timmy. You hadn't missed a period randomly before, so you decided to take a pregnancy test. You hoped that somehow it was only a fluke, and you weren't carrying a Chalamet baby.

Your hopes went out the window when two lines appeared on the tiny screen of the test. You were pregnant.

........

You gave birth to a perfectly healthy and beautiful baby boy. You named him Theodore, with a French flair as a secret nod to his biological father. Though you didn't ever reach out to Timmy, you hoped that the French name would be like a little clue as to who the boy was, if he were to ever come across him.

You were blessed with the support of your family who helped you in any way that you needed as a single working mom. They didn't have any harsh feelings toward Timmy, as he had no say in what the situation was. Your family stuck by you and your decisions.

You worked full-time and took care of Theo when you weren't on the clock. Any free time you had was spent with family and friends. You didn't have the time nor the energy to push yourself back out into the dating world. Besides, you knew that you had already experienced the love of a lifetime with Timmy. No one and nothing could compare to how you felt with him, and you were so in love with the son he gave you.

Theo was like his father in so many ways. He had Timmy's quirks and bubbly, goofy personality. He brought so much laughter and silliness to your life. Like his father, he was never boring. Theo was also sweet, thoughtful, and cuddly, even as a three-year-old.

As he got older, he started to realize that the other kids at his daycare had daddies that would pick them up at the end of the day. He mentioned to you that he felt sad about not having a daddy like the other children.

You told your sweet son that he did have a father, but he just couldn't be with him as he had to leave for his job. "But your daddy is a good man, and he loves you. Don't ever think that you aren't loved, Theo."

"Okay Mommy." your little one said with a shrug.

"Would you want to see some pictures of your daddy?"

Theo's eyes lit up and smiled widely, nodding immediately.

....three years later....

Holy shit. It was him. Timothee. You had taken your son out for a pastry while you got an afternoon iced coffee and you see your ex-boyfriend across the room, who also happens to be the father of said son but has no idea his son even exists because you haven't spoken in three years. What a day.

Your thoughts and heart were racing as you thought of the different ways that this could play out. You could grab Theo, and leave immediately, so as to no give Timmy a chance to even see the two of you. But that would be the shitty thing to do. To be honest, you have felt shitty for three years keeping Timmy's child away from him. You couldn't leave. You wondered if it was fate bringing Theo's father into his life, after all these years.

You decided to stay. You wiped some chocolate off of Theo's face, his sweet little face that was a carbon copy of Timmy. Your son had his father's eyes, nose, hair, body type, everything was all Timmy. Your own genes didn't even try when it came to making this child.

When you looked up and over Timmy's direction again, he caught your gaze. Your former lover's eyes widened at you, as he realized that the two of you were in the same vicinity.

"Mom, I know him! From the pitchers! That's my daddy!" your toddler's voice rang through your ears, and before you knew it, he got down from his chair, and started to run across the coffee shop.

"Theo!" you called after him, getting up immediately to catch him, but he was quick on his little legs. "You cannot run off by yourself!" Your heart was racing, you had never lost control of your little boy like this before, and you were worried he'd get hurt or maybe even a stranger might snatch him.

"Whoa little guy!" you knew that voice better than any other. Timmy had picked up Theo, holding him as if he'd held the boy every day of his life.

You looked on as Timmy and Theo looked at one another, matching dark curls, pale skin, and green eyes. Timmy smiled warmly as your son blushed and hid his face into Timmy's shoulder, acting shy suddenly.

"Hi, y/n." Timmy said, looking at you. "You've got a cute kid."

You took a deep breath, this moment up until now only existed in your dreams, "Thank you."

Timmy sighed, a melancholy look took over his face. You could tell his mind was racing. He came to know the truth, you could see it on his face. He tightened his grip on Theo, holding him more snuggly. "He's mine." It wasn't a question, it was a fact he had realized.

You looked down, feeling so ashamed at yourself. "Yes, he is."

He glared at you. There was nothing behind his eyes as he shook his head. But his expression changed instantly as he turned his attention back to his son. "What's your name, little man?"

"Theodore." the little one grinned, "But Mommy calls me Theo."

You watched as Theo softened like putty in Timmy's arms, he even put his hand on his dad's shoulder.

"I seen pitchers of you. Mommy showed me. I know you my daddy." The declaration in the boy's voice was noticeable.

Timmy chuckled lightly, "She did? Well, I'm very glad to finally meet you, Theo."

You could see your ex-boyfriend's eyes begin to well up, so you said, "Timmy, let's go to my place, okay?"

"Yeah! I want my daddy to come and play with me!" Theo cheered, super excitedly.

Timmy wiped his tears away quickly, "Of course, I'd love to."

.........

The whole way home, Theo was telling Timmy all about his favorite toys in his room. Timmy was fully engaged with what the boy was saying, understanding him perfectly as he spoke. They were instantly like two peas in a pod. It was remarkable. It did, however, add to the stinging pain of guilt you felt about keeping the two of them apart.

Upon entering the house, Theo dragged Timmy by the hand to go show him his room. “Whoa, whoa, slow down buddy.” Timmy said to the three-year-old as he laughed at how excited the boy was.

You couldn’t help but smile at how they got along. You decided to leave them be, to let them play and bond. You did some of your general chores around your home and tidied up the space, then sat down on the couch to watch some mindless tv.

Before you knew it, it was Theo’s bedtime. You had the difficult task of breaking up his first play time with his father.

You opened the door of your son’s room to see toy cars and trucks scattered about, intermixed with some little action figures.

Timmy and Theo were not disturbed by your entry. They were in their own world; Timmy was on his knees, pretending to block Theo as he tried to shoot a ball into his Little Tikes basketball hoop. It was so sweet to see them play and laugh together.

You hated to say anything at all, but little boys needed sleep. "Sorry bubs, but it's bedtime."

"Aw, do I have to go to bed?" Theo whined dropping his miniature basketball.

"Yes, you do." you said firmly to your son. You went over to his dresser to collect some pajamas out of a drawer. "Time for jammies."

"Okay." Theo grumbled, moping on his way to you.

"Don't pout, Theo, you need to do as your mother says." Timmy said with stern, but still light tone as to not hurt Theo's feelings.

Your heart fluttered at Timmy's first attempt at co-parenting with you.

"Can Daddy tuck me in?" he asked as you pulled his shirt over his head.

You looked over at Timmy, who nodded at you in turn. "Yes." you said, finishing getting Theo into his pajamas.

"Alright, little man, time to go to sleep." Timmy said as he helped Theo get into his twin bed, underneath his monster truck themed bedding.

Theo laid down and Timmy covered his tiny body with his blankets, and the boy said, "Can you make sure there are no monsters in the closet?"

Timmy smiled, happy to give his son some comfort, "Sure, buddy." He tussled the little boy's hair, then got up to look into the closet across the room. "No monsters in there. Just a regular ol' closet."

You smiled with tiny giggle as you watched the interaction.

Timmy then crouched down next to Theo's bed, "Goodnight, Theo. I was so glad to meet you today. I had fun playing too."

"Me too, Daddy. Can you come tomorrow too?" your son responded with a sleepy grin.

"I don't know about tomorrow, but I'll see you soon, I promise."

........

You knew what was to come as you walked out of your son's bedroom with his long-lost daddy behind you.

"Y/n, let's talk."

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[lizzyflowers]

I saw that one meme with DS!Nightmare and DS!Dream's faces slapped on pregnant women and it was really cursed, but it got me thinking.. what if it had lore...(aka real)? Something consumed right then and there at that moment and i went to the drawing app(procreate)... now i present you them but with a baby, p.s. this is super self-indulgent Also, this was also inadvertently caused by @1ka0oo when she made a drawing of DS!Nightmare and DS!Dream married lol (on twitter, since it's not posted on Tumblr, her twitter is @ashi_ashily. Go follow her!)(I personally apologise to my mutuals for having to see this but this is the person u followed):

Take what you will from this, the second picture with DS!Nightmare on the bottom right corner is from another timeline. But the other pictures are just him and Dream from the current timeline. Basically, what would happen if they just got married after they reconciled and began to get close.. Well, close enough that they got a baby now. No i will not explain myself, i don't know how my brain works either. More ramblings underneath:

What are the other's reactions to this? Ink is somewhat surprised, Cross is happy for Nightmare but at the same time wants to kill Dream, Error is just happy for them, Blue is... not surprised at all lol. Dream gets teased and bashed a lot by Cross and Error (most of the bashing comes from Cross) and Ink is just trying to process the information given to him right now (probably has a few existential crisis's because wow his boss has a child now does this change anything or what, he was not expecting this, first the marriage now the baby, what's happening anymore). Blue was kind of just waiting for it to happen, he's still somewhat banned from the castle but drops by here and there to talk to Nightmare and congratulate him or bother Dream. Dream immediately kicks Blue out whenever he sees him. Error probably knits clothes for the baby and Cross is going to be the best uncle/second-parent-figure that kid ever has. Random HC (Headcannon): Dream's wings are made of light right? I think that they'd get a flame like appearance to them when he gets incredibly upset or angry or just unstable. And if you're wondering how Nightmare got pregnant, uhhh, he's trans, but also magic, yeah. Nightmare hates everything and everyone because he's tired, he's grumpy and if Blue doesn't shut up he's going to kill him right then and there. He opts for more simpler clothing because he's too tired to clothe himself properly, and maybe he steals Dream's clothes or maybe just anyone's clothes because he just doesn't care at that point... Dream is more irritable but still patient, just very sleep deprived, more than usual anyway. Probably constantly worries about Nightmare and the baby, Nightmare feels a bit smothered by Dream's overprotectiveness but honestly just too tired to care. Oh yeah, that guy that Dream killed in the second drawing? I was originally going to expand on that with Nightmare arguing with Dream because Dream promised he wouldn't kill anyone or execute criminals anymore, but that happened impulsively so yeah..

This is super self-indulgent, i just like imagining them in post-reconciliation scenarios and what would happen if certain situations occurred. I just really like situations where it's just very domestic, or very painful and they're just trying to make do with it and heal from it.

[Fun Fact: It's my first time ever drawing DS! Cross, Error, Ink and Blue so i kinda had trouble figuring out how i wanted to draw them.. In the end i settled for something simple with a few minor changes, not that it's noticeable though]

[fizzing-imagines]

Teen Pregnancy Series | Gareth Emerson x Cheerleader! Reader

Notes: I watched too much 16 and pregnant so here u go. This is very out of canon and storyline, but I like it regardless. Please read the note I made about the series

Warnings: Teen Pregnancy, labour scene at the end

Words: 3k

"We need to talk." You simply walked into his house, no care for the possibility of his family being around. Lucky him, they weren't. "Princess, what's wrong?", Gareth asked in a worried tone. The words 'We need to talk' were never good. He hurried after you as you made a beeline to his room upstairs. "Princess, come on." Once both of you were in his room, you closed the door and rummaged around in your bag. He got more nervous by the second, knowing you had a doctors appointment for your constant nausea and headaches. What if it was something serious and not just a stomach bug?

There sure was a bug in your stomach; you handed him a sonogram. He was confused as he tried to see something on the picture. No, not a chance. "What am I looking at?"

"Our babies"

His head shot up, eyes wide. "Our baby?", he asked to confirm. "No, babies. Plural." Gareth looked back at the picture in his hands. "I already told my parents that I'm keeping them, and they're on board with it." Your boyfriend sat down on his bed to take in the information, sonogram in hand. It wasn't until then that you realized how many facts you were dumping on him without giving him a chance to process them. "I think you need a minute...", you said before sitting down next to him. Gareth hummed in agreement. "Are you okay?"

"Where exactly do I see babies in this.", he asked, referring to the sonogram. It was a bit of a surprising question. "Well, you see that white bean-shaped thing? That's baby one.", you explained. "And there's baby two." You pointed at the other bean-shaped figure. He laughed a bit. "Two little beans.", Gareth mumbled. You looked at him with a small smile. "Our two little beans." His head turned to you, followed by a kiss on your cheek. "We'll do it together. Maybe a bit earlier than planned, but it's gonna be fine."

His parents were a bit mad at first, but came around soon enough. Family movie nights with both of your families became a weekly thing now. Both your parents loved to be around each other, and got more excited to be grandparents each day.

"Gare, I'm starting to show.", you said to your boyfriend as you got ready for bed. The twins were 16 weeks along and you were undoubtedly starting to grow a baby belly. He looked up from whatever he was fiddling with and immediately looked at your stomach. "I can see it.", he excitedly said as he walked over. Gareth crouched down in front of your body, taking the perfect height to look at your stomach. "You're growing so fast, my little beans.", he cooed at your stomach before giving it a kiss. You giggled at his antics. "Your mama is doing so great, isn't she?" Another kiss. Your hand stroked through his hair as he kept talking to and kissing your baby bump.

"Appointments next week. To find out the gender.", you said. He looked up at you. "We'll go together.", your boyfriend replied. "It's the same day as your campaign. I can tell you afterwards."

He'd be dammed if he wouldn't be there to find out your babies genders.

"Can we move the campaign?", Gareth asked shamelessly. There were shocked looks all around at his question. "Are you insane?", Jeff said, more to call him dumb than actually ask him. Eddie watched the three bicker about postponing before finally speaking up. "Gareth, we have rules here. We don't postpone.", he said very firmly. He let out an annoyed huff. "Then I can't be there, my girlfriend has a doctors appointment." Kevin and Jeff laughed. "What, she needs you to hold her hand?", Kevin mocked him.

Gareth hasn't told them you're pregnant yet, and you haven't told the cheer squad. You did tell them that you couldn't do it anymore, but blamed it on a knee injury. The relationship with Gareth already took a blow to your reputation, one you gladly took, but you didn't know how to announce the pregnancy without becoming the victim of bullying. But being pregnant with twins, there was very little time left until the oversized hoodies wouldn't cover your growing stomach anymore.

"Can I sit here?" Suddenly, you were standing behind Gareth. He gave you a confused look, but moved to make space for you. "Maybe she can tell us why Gareth suddenly doesn't have time anymore.", Kevin said in an annoyed tone. He never liked you and actually hoped you and Gareth would break up. "I can't deal with your shit right now, Kevin." You shot him a glare while sitting down. "Everything okay?", Gareth asked after giving you a kiss on your temple. "Don't feel like sitting with the others.", you said, referring to the cheerleaders and basketball players. Kevin scoffed, making you even more mad. "What's your problem?", you snapped at him. Gareth put his hand on your lower back in a failing attempt to calm you down. "You're my problem.", he replied. A scoff left your mouth, setting all the pregnant hormones into action.

"I have been nothing but nice to you, even before I was with Gareth! I'm sorry that my friends are mean to you, but that has nothing to do with me!", you yelled at him. The cheer squad and basketball team heard and watched as you got up from your seat to yell some more. "But no, it's all about you and what you think! Well, guess what, you can go fuck yourself. And I'm so sorry for interrupting your secret nerd meeting because I wanted to see my boyfriend. Fucking nerd asshole." You turned on your heel to walk away, only to be greeted by two of your friends. "There she is again.", they said happily as they took your hands and led you to their table.

"I really don't care if I was too mean.", you said to your father while the two of you sat on the couch. You were in low sweatpants and a croptop, letting your pregnancy belly fully hang out. At 18 weeks, there was no denying of the belly being there at this point. "Calling him a nerd is a bit too much, isn't it?", he asked you, trying to find reason. "Maybe. I don't know.", you admitted. There were footsteps behind you, but you assumed it was your mother. "But he's such a dick.", you continued.

"Sorry.", you heard a familiar voice behind you. As you looked behind you, you saw Gareth, Eddie, Jeff and Kevin. It was Kevin who let out the small apology. "Gareth, what the fuck?!", you yelled before covering your stomach with a pillow. "No need to hide it, I told them.", your boyfriend said. With a sigh, you got up from the couch. Both your parents left the room for privacy, leaving you to yourself. "What do you want?", you asked them in an annoyed tone. "We moved the campaign.", Eddie said. "It's a day earlier. Least we could do." It was honestly an unbelievable thing to you; they never re-schedule campaigns. "And we made this. As an apology." Kevin handed you two baby onesies, one white and one black, with the Corroded Coffin logo on it. "I didn't know which colour you'd like more.", Kevin admitted. As you looked at them, you got emotional. "I...wow...", you mumbled. Gareth took your hand and pulled you closer to him. "I only told them that you're pregnant. Not the other thing." You chuckled a bit. "Fitting that you made two onesies." The three looked very confused, although Eddie at least put the pieces together. "It's twins. Two little beans.", you said with a wide grin before looking at Kevin. "I'm sorry. You're an absolute cunt, but I shouldn't have called you a nerd." Laughter filled the room at your words. "I have been a dick, you're right.", he agreed. "I've never seen Gareth this happy. I'm sorry, I got too judgemental." You smiled at him and nodded a bit. "I'm gonna start showing off the bump. So if I could sit with you, that would be a start."

"We can do that."

"Gareth said you like eggs right now.", Kevin said as he handed you a ziploc bag with three boiled eggs in them. A wide grin spread across your face as you took the bag. "Thank you. I've been craving them all day." Happily, you started peeling the eggs. All three gave you an expectant look, waiting for you to tell the genders. You had your mouth full as you looked up.

"Girls. Both of them.", Gareth replied for you. He was grinning like a cheshire cat. You stopped wearing oversized clothes and got back into your pretty dresses to show off your bump. Most people took it surprisingly well, some of your friends even asked if they could touch your belly. Gareth had the privilege of being able to constantly touch your stomach, feeling the twins move around and kick.

"You know, Eda would be a great name for a girl.", Eddie said with a grin. You laughed a bit at the suggestion. "That's a great idea, but we have names picked out already.", Gareth said proudly. The three gave him another expectant look, but you dismissed them. "You'll find out once they're here.", you said with a smile.

They really didn't need to know that you picked the names after the movie they were conceived to. At least not know.

"Cribs go next to each other.", you said to Eddie as he finished building up the second one. Eddie volunteered to help Gareth move into your parents home and put up the nursery. Your boyfriend moving into your parents home was a given, considering he had two little sisters who caused mayhem and no rooms left. Your parents, on the other hand had a guest room that was unused, and your room was big enough for the both of you. At 24 weeks, with a now huge bump, Gareth didn't let you do any of the heavy lifting or building. The only thing he let you to was decorate the room and paint the walls. Against his best wishes, you gave the twins a princess themed nursery. Your only mistake was to put their names on the wall. Pink letters that read 'Maria & Frieda' greeted him once he arrived and spoiled the surprise of telling him when the twins were there.

"Twins of Evil?", Eddie asked with a grin once he put the crib into place, referring to the names. You nodded your head yes with a small laugh. "Seemed...fitting." There was some irony of getting pregnant with twin girls when they're conceived during Twins Of Evil. Gareth came into the room with parts of the bookshelf you picked for the nursery. "Babe, is everything you bought pink?", he asked as he looked at the parts. You laughed a bit at his question. "There's also two pink rocking chairs and a pink changing table." Gareth looked around the room, sighted and got onto building again. "I'll get the books and Hello Kitty plushies."

"The what now?"

"Did we really think this through?", you sobbed out while walking up and down the room you shared with Gareth. "I'll be walking the stage with a huge fucking belly. I'll look like a cowboy!"

You went dress shopping for your graduation today. Nothing you liked fit, and nothing that fit you liked. "I don't wanna wear a stupid suit. I've been dreaming of my graduation dress since I was six!" He listened to you talk and cry, seeing no way to calm you. "Why did you have to put these stupid babies in me!? It's ruining everything!" Finally, Gareth got up to pull you into a hug. "Hey, baby, I'm sorry." He didn't see this as entirely his fault, but disagreeing with you will make everything worse. "We'll find you a dress. I'll drive to Indianapolis with you, okay? Tomorrow, we'll go and get your favourite breakfast and we'll find you a beautiful dress." He whiped the tears from your eyes and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Okay...", you mumbled.

Next morning, the two of you got up bright and early to drive to Indianapolis. After a delicious breakfast, you started walking from store to store, looking at and trying on dresses. Four stores later, you finally found the one. A baby pink dress with a ruffled skirt, flounce sleeves and a sparkly top. It hugged your belly perfectly, and even the saleswoman was very kind, considering your situation. A few tears were shed once you tried on the dress. "You look amazing.", Gareth whispered into your ear as he held you through your tears. And you got even more lucky when you found the perfect shoes to go along with it. Overall, your day was more than perfect.

Until you were laying in bed and started wheeping again. "I called the babies stupid!", you cried out when Gareth asked you what was wrong.

Gareth and your family went to lunch together after the graduation ceremony. During lunch, Gareth took you outside to 'take a breather', but he had a bigger plan in mind. "I love you and our girls very much.", he said as he took his hands into yours. "And I'm so excited to spend my life with all three of you." He reached into his backpocket and pulled out a small velvet box. "It's really stereotypical, and I know we're still young, but if we're having babies together I might as well ask you, and-" You cut him off with a kiss. "I do.", you whispered against his lips. "I-I didn't even get to kneel.", he said. You giggled a bit. "No need to." He opened the box, revealing a beautiful rose quartz ring that he put on your finger.

"I love you.", he said before leaning into another kiss.

"Eddie, where the fuck is Gareth!?", you yelled through the house. It must've rung in his ear. The band was over for practice while you were napping on the couch, but you were awoken by very sudden and strong contractions. "They went to the store! What is it?!" He saw you hunched over the back of the couch and put two and two together. Eddie was the only one in the house, with your parents at work and Gareth now gone for snacks with the others. "Eddie, I have to go to the hospital right now.", you cried out in pain. "Please drive me, they're not gonna wait." He started panicking, but still grabbed his keys and somehow found your hospital bag in your closet. "Okay, come on...fuck, why me?"

He went well beyond the speed limit to get you into the hospital. Once you were with the doctors, Eddie called your landline until Gareth was finally back home and could pick up. You swore you heard him scream into the phone all the way down the hallway.

"They're not waiting, we have to get you in the delivery room now.", your nurse said as she checked you. "Is there anyone else you can take with you?" Your first and only throught was Eddie, but he was screaming for the entire car ride. "No, it's fine.", you groaned. "He'll make it."

Gareth came bursting through the door two minutes later, just as you were prepared for the delivery. "I'm so sorry baby, I was getting you twizzlers.", he apologised before giving you a kiss on the head.

"It's fine. But they're just as impatient as you are."

A few short hours later, Maria and Frieda were born. They were healthy, tiny and adorable. While you were taking a nap, Gareth had both girls sleeping in his arms, watching his kids closely. They definetly had some brown hair like him, but your nose. And they looked exactly the same. Gareth never felt as contempt as he did right now, and it was all thanks to you.

He put them back in their hospital beds so he could unpack your bag; the stuffed animal he gifted you on your first date, your favourite blanket, and he put the twizzlers on your nightstand.

An hour later, you woke up. He was right by your side, holding your hand and smiling. "Hey.", you mumbled in a sleepy tone. "Hi.", Gareth said back before giving you a kiss on the cheek. The first thing you did was look over at your girls, who were still sleeping. Both were tiny, but adorable with small buttons noses. One of the was snorring a bit as she slept. Tears dwelled in your eyes as you saw them. "They're so cute.", you said under tears. Gareth smiled at you while whiping the tears from your eyes.

Right now, everything was perfect.

"Here's Corroded Coffins youngest fans ever.", you said happily as you brought the girls downstairs to meet the boys. Frieda was wearing the white onesie Kevin gave you, Maria the black one. You've never seen them melt as fast as they did at that very moment. Jeff held Maria while Kevin held Frieda. Eddie seemed too nervous to hold them just yet. But he did say "They're so small." as he looked at Frieda in Jeff's arms. "Six pounds, 17 inches.", you said. Maria cooed in Kevin's arms and looked around the room. She didn't fuss once, in fact she seemed very happy in her position. "I think she likes you.", you said to Kevin as she held onto his shirt. Meanwhile, Frieda started crying in Jeff's arms. "Alright, that was that.", Gareth said as he recovered his daughter from Jeff. She calmed down immediately. "Maybe you just smell, dude.", Eddie said with a laugh. Jeff didn't seem too bothered, but also not too happy. "You hold her if you know so much.", he said to his friend. Gareth placed Frieda in Eddie's arms, where she not only remained calm but also fell asleep.

"It's like with cats. Now you gotta stay there until she wakes up."

[alexendria-rose]

Hiii , it's me again 😅 , I have a sherlock request, I always got curious on how sherlock would be if his girlfriend/ wife was in labor in giving birth , I really want to read about it , would he like detect everything, would be be nervous, anxious? Also the reader was already scared of getting pregnant cause the responsibility and the pain of the birth , and if you could like describe what Sherlock is doing while she goes through labor and Birth cause really most of these fics skip through it all .

Thanks ❤️

Love this little life~

Sherlock Holmes x Pregnant!Reader

A/n: I love this! Also sorry for the long delay. It’s been a crazy month! Hope you enjoy my love.

“Sherlock Holmes what are you doing?” Y/n giggled leaning against the doorframe of John’s old room- looking down at her husband putting the crib together. Or better yet anything in his sight together. He was nervous but he wouldn’t dare say it out loud and when he tended to get stressed if he didn’t know what to expect. Sherlock moved his head up a screwdriver in his hand- his eyebrows furrowed confused by her question.

“Getting the crib together? I thought you were smarter than this.” He mumbled looking back at the dissembled crib trying to rack his brain. Y/n just smirked and shook her head.

“Making comments about being smart when you don’t even know how to put a crib together.” She teased placing a hand on her swollen belly before wobbling her way into the room. Sherlock head shot up as he playfully glared at her.

“Shut up.” He groaned- she started to try to sit down on the floor next to him but was struggling, Sherlock immediately dropped his things and went by her side guiding her down. “Darling- why are you so goddamn stubborn.” She just giggled as she finally was able to sit down on the floor criss crossed.

“I can do things for myself- thank you.” She grinned brightly- Sherlock just rolled his eyes but the small smile was still there. She watched as he continued to try to build the stupid thing- she watched as he talked himself through it; she can see the frustration in his eyes. “Are you okay?” Sherlock moved his head to look into his wife’s eyes sensing the warmth and comfort in them.

“No- this damn crib doesn’t make sense.” He huffed- she laughed lightly shaking her head.

“Oh not even a genius sociopath can build a crib- I don’t think anyone can.”

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Sherlock was all over the place for the last week of her suppose due date. He was cleaning like a mad man- and everyone knew that Sherlock Holmes did not in fact clean. He was organizing all of his things- making sure everything was baby proof (all the experiments that y/n told him to put away years ago) was now all out of reach- and don’t even forget about all the baby books that piled up on his desk. He even had a certain room in his mind palace for all things baby which yes he had to delate some useless information that was automatically space related- which he knew John was going to laugh at him for but he didn’t care as long as his kid was safe and he tried to be a good dad he would do anything.

“Hey honey?” Y/n called out from the living room while Sherlock was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen making sure everything was spotless. Sherlock stopped what he was doing before walking into the living room to see Y/n holding her stomach and liquid dripping down her leg- she looked scared as she stared at him. “I think William is definitely on his way.” Sherlock immediately went into shock mode- he didn’t move a single muscle trying to calculate what his next move was- he read all of the parenting books but for the life of him he couldn’t remember what. He was frozen in place.

“U-Um I uh-“ Sherlock muttered- his brain going into overdrive which was insane for him to do. He usually knew what to do but in this case did not.

“Get the bag from the room.” She said softly taking a big inhale and exhale when one of the contractions. Sherlock rushed out of the living room grabbing the prepared pack bag from their shared bedroom- his brain finally up to speed as all the information in his head started processing. Sherlock ran back to his wife side as she could barely walk- well more like wobble.

“Okay- so the book said to keep breathing.” Sherlock instructed as she escorted her out of 221B- and into a taxi. Y/n gave Sherlock a slight glare- apparently not the right thing to say at this time. Sherlock wanted to laugh at her glare but decided to keep it to himself. They crawl into the taxi and another contraction- she tilts her head back breathing in deeply as the taxi begins to take them to their destination.

“Fuck!” She groaned in pain- Sherlock panicked and smoothed her hair down; knowing that was another way his wife could stay calm. She sighed softly leaning her back against Sherlock as he continued to run his fingers through her hair calming down her nerves and her pain. She felt uncomfortable of course but having Sherlock there definitely helped. They make it to St. barts Sherlock rushed out of the taxi before helping his wife out of the taxi as well.

Y/n gripped onto Sherlock hand tightly while she lay on the hospital bed and was about to give birth to their baby boy- Sherlock let her grip onto his hand as tightly as she wanted. Sherlock kept staring at his beautiful wife as she pushed. She was radiant- he never thought he would find her more beautiful but he was wrong. Even though she was sweaty, and struggling; she was more beautiful than he’s ever seen her and when he heard their baby’s first cry his heart swelled. The way her face lit up when she heard his cry. The doctor smiled widely as he handed their little one to y/n- she immediately went into mother mode and cradled her baby. Sherlock leaned over to take a look at William face- he already had some hair on top of his head curly already which made a chuckle escape his throat; his eyes were bright blue but he looked so much like y/n. Y/n sniffled giving William a small kiss on his head.

“He’s beautiful.” Sherlock muttered afraid of his voice went any higher that everyone could tell the emotions that was laced in his voice. He wasn’t used to a lot of emotions, it bugged him that he had it and everytime he felt it he would hear his brother in the back of his head but with y/n and now their little baby boy he couldn’t help himself. He never imagined a life like this for himself, but here he was. Y/n looked up at Sherlock seeing the subtle tears in his eyes- she can tell he was deep in thought, she grabbed his hand with her free hand giving it a light squeeze.

“We made our little miracle.” She breathed out using her free hand to wipe the tear that fell down Sherlock cheek a smile on her tired face. Sherlock sniffled lightly before crawling onto the bed next to her leaning his head ontop of hers as she stared at their little one.

“We did- William Hamish Holmes.” He chuckled lightly running his thumb against William’s cheek- their baby cooing as he did so, a small baby smile sneaking out. Y/n giggled lightly looking at Sherlock. “Can I?” Sherlock asked indicating to hold his new born.

“My love- you are the dad you don’t have to ask.” She laughed lightly before handing over William to Sherlock, his eyes widen at the feeling of him being so light and so small. He was suddenly scared to drop him and she could tell. “You’re okay, just cradle him. You’re not going to drop him.” She whispered lightly placing a hand on his shoulder. Sherlock did exactly what she said and finally felt safe enough to hold him, a wide grin on his face- this is what love was and to think he thought it was a defect for so long; how silly he was to think he almost skipped out on this. He had a wife so understanding, and now William who literally was the only one besides y/n to make his heart grow even bigger.

“I love you- both of you so much and I’m going to do everything in my power to protect you both.” Sherlock whispered lightly before looking at his wife’s bright eyes.

“I love you too- then you’re already doing a fantastic job.” Y/n whispered back- she leaned over and captured Sherlock in a soft kiss to let him know that he had this- to know that she absolutely adored this little sociopath that she fell so hard for him; here’s to another chapter of new love.

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Hope you enjoyed!! Sorry it’s so short. This was my first giving birth x reader lol.

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 15: Kinks listed below

Fic: Sebastian Stan

Daddy turned Father:

Dad to be!Sebastian Stan x Wife!reader

Warnings: Slight pregnancy kink, Cursing, SMUT 18+, Pregnancy talk, Going to the Doctor's (Does that even count?)

W.C: 1305

I figure this didn't turn out great but I've had a busy week and I'm tired so, if u like it please re blog. Thanks

I'm sick. Really sick. Every Morning for the past 2 weeks I've been waking up with a horrible stomach ache and the need to vomit. I haven't told Sebastian though since he's been away filming for the past couple weeks. But, doing the logical thing I went to the doctor.

"So y/n, I think we'll do an ultrosound just to make sure you don't have a stomach bug or something anymore serious. You did however pass all the blood, heart and senses tests with flying colours so it cannot be anything got to do with your brain." Said the doctor.

"Thank goodness! I love my brain." I replied sarcastically.

"I'm sure most of us do y/n"

Dr. Mayladd led me over to the ultrasound room as she handed me a blue papery hospital gown. Addressing me to remove my shirt and put the gown on instead.

"Gosh that's scratchy" I complained making my way over to the examination chair, leaning back as far as the chair would go.

"You'll only have to wear it for a couple minutes, I'm sure you can handle that"

"Of course doctor" I moaned playfully, causing a small laugh to escape the Dr's perfect red lips.

"I'm going to spread some jelly on your stomach okay, it'll be a little bit cold but it won't be for long okay"

"Sure" I answered, boredom creeping into my voice.

"Oh y/n. You sound like an annoyed teenager, brighten up a bit. You could either get home to your husband knowing you have bowel cancer or are expecting a baby." She told me, sounding a little bit too enthusiastic talking about cancer.

"Yeah, thanks but I'd rather not have either"

"You don't want children?" The Dr asked me, sounding a little less excited.

I let out a loud sigh before explaining to the Dr exactly what I was thinking.

"Yes, I do. I do want children. It's just that Sebastian has been away filming for a good while and we never really discussed when we would want to start a family. So I'm not sure if this is the right time."

Dr. Mayland rubbed some cold blue jelly over my stomach, through the hole that was cut in a circle right over the tummy. Then she connected a couple wires to an ultrasound remote, which kind of took the shape of a jade roller, just thicker and electronic. She started rolling the remote across my stomach spreading the jelly with it.

Eyes focused on the computer machine as the remote scanned my skin. Suddenly a small shape, about the size of a blueberry came into view.

It was undeniably a baby.

"Well, you are pregnant and it looks as if you're about 7 weeks along. Would you like me to print off the photos?"

Said Dr. Mayladd as she continued scanning over my stomach.

"Yes please." I responded, overwhelmed at the fact that I am carrying a child.

"OK. Give me a second to do that."

The Dr. responded, a few seconds later I heard a faint buzzing sound and then she turned around to face me. A roll of what looked like Polaroids in her hand. Putting them in a small box, along with a card before she handed it to me. With a note of congratulations, I left the Dr's office.

The drive home was stressful. The radio was playing 'Starlight' by Taylor Swift. One of my favorite songs, but I couldn't pay attention to it. Crazy thoughts running through my brain. What if Seb doesn't want kids right now, What if the pregnancy goes wrong. What if, what if, was all I could think of right now.

As I arrived home, I almost drove away, seeing my husband's car in the driveway. Shit. How do I tell him?

Leaving all my thoughts in the backseat of the car, I unlocked the front door. Immediately greeted by soft kisses escalating down my neck.

"Hi baby." "How are you?" I asked him as he pecked my lips.

"I'm good. You?" He questioned, pointing towards the doctor's receipt in my hand.

"Oh, Well." I hesitated, struggling to find the words to say to him. Not knowing if I should even tell him right now.

"Well, I'm pregnant."

Sebastian stared at me for a couple seconds, clearly starstruck by the news that he's going to be a father.

"Y/n. Are you serious?"

"Yes. That's why I went to the doctor today. I've been sick almost every morning since you were away, which is ironic now that I think about it. Considering we had a pretty fun night a couple days before you went off for shooting."

"But yeah, I'm 7 weeks along." I uttered anxiously.

"Shit y/n. We're gonna be parents."

Sebastian yelled, happiness clear in his tone and visible in his full smile.

"That is if you want to keep it." He added on, seeing my scared expression.

"Yes, baby, I want to keep it, I'm just scared. We haven't really discussed this much, since you've been away a lot." I expressed.

"Doll, there is nobody else I would rather have children with than you. I love you with all my heart, please acknowledge that." He reasoned.

"Now. We have to celebrate" Sebastian continued.

Picking me up and carrying me up the stairs to our shared bedroom.

Running to the bed, I undress into my bra and panties, my husband doing the same.

"Babydoll, I'm gonna fuck you so good you'll have another baby in you soon enough" He chuckled as he unclipped my bra. Grabbing my breasts in his hands, kneading them as he trailed kisses up and down my neck.

Sweet moans escaped my lips all the while Sebastian sucked on the sensitive skin along my neck. I reached down to his groin and palmed him through his boxers, earning a desperate moan from him. Dropping to his knees, towering over me he grabbed my underwear, tugging as I lifted up my hips letting them slide down. Feeling Sebastian's rough fingers slide along my slit, into my wet hole.

"Damn Mama. You're so wet already. Wonder how well you could take my cock" He muttered, adding a second finger into my entrance. Pumping in and out. My moans grew more desperate as he pumped faster inside of me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I knew he could feel I was close, because he stopped just as I was on the verge of cumming.

"Ahh. Seb, what was that for" I moaned out, annoyed at his act.

"Not so fast mama. Don't you think I would let you cum that easily without you cumming all over my cock." He growled.

Removing his boxers, he lined himself up with my entrance before thrusting his hips slowly. I groaned, feeling myself stretch as he worked his thick cock through me.

"Oh Seb" I moaned as he thrusted into me harder and harder. Hitting the right spot each and every time.

"Fuck Mama, you're so tight for me." He moaned. Bucking his hips against my own as his thrusts became much, much harder. Digging even deeper into me. Causing me to scream out his name. "Fuck Sebastian!!" I screamed, the pleasure almost too much. I felt Sebastian's fingers trace over my sensitive clit. Rubbing it in a soft circular motion.

My pussy clenched around his cock. So tight and so close. Sebastian's finger grazed my clit one more time, sending me over the edge. A couple moments later, after one last deep thrust, Sebastian came inside me.

"Fuck babydoll. You feel so good" He moaned, still working his cock inside me. I only moaned in response. The pleasure was overwhelming.

If this was what pregnancy would be like, I don't know why I'd be so scared, becoming a mum.

[frankiebirds]

re one of ur last posts - what are ur nonbinary elle and spencer hcs?? :))

AH i actually dont have that many so a lot of these literally just came into my head. also i'm very sorry this mostly became "elle helping spencer realise he's nonbinary" headcanons, i'll have to think more about elle :((

this one is not my headcanon. i tried to find whose it is but for the life of me i cannot track it down, so if anyone knows please tell me so i can link them: they share a wardrobe. the only one who remembers which clothes initially belonged to which person is spencer, for obvious reasons. EDIT: got this from this post by @/spritehouse

elle has her shit figured out pre-canon but isn't doing anything about it because it's 2005. spencer does not have his shit figured out until after he gets with elle

well. he has it a little figured out. he knows there's something to figure out, he knows he isn't a cis man, but he's just like. i have way too much going on in my life already to think about that so i will ignore it <3 because that's worked out so well for him

pre-figuring his shit out, spencer is constantly (and largely unintentionally) mixing "menswear" and "womenswear". i really struggle to see a version of spencer where he and diana didn't experience serious financial issues after william left, and even as an adult, high-quality private psychiatric care like diana's is expensive. so, the majority of his clothes are thrifted (yes, i know about the $500 cardigans in later seasons. gifts from rossi <3) and he doesn't really care what section of goodwill he finds them in. so he's constantly wearing, like. a men's shirt under a women's cardigan over men's pants held up with a women's belt. post-figuring his shit out, this becomes intentional and he starts blatantly mixing styles. the kind of thing that gets him stopped in public by someone going "hey you know that's a women's...?" and he goes "yep! :D"

by contrast, elle, while she largely has things figured out, does not present the way she wants to for safety reasons. spencer helps her gradually feel more comfortable presenting the way she wants while she helps him figure out his gender stuff

as for reid's gender stuff, i think for a long time he's really overly fixated on labelling himself. the closest any label comes is bigender but that doesn't feel quite right and he has a lot of unnecessary angst about it. (not projecting at all shut up). eventually he's venting to elle one day about how he feels this and this and this about his gender and if he was to describe it he would describe it like this but he just can't figure it out. and then elle gets genuinely confused because it sounds to her like he very much has figured it out. it takes a long time for him to understand and accept that there isn't a magic word that will describe all parts of him, and he may never find one. and that's fine

elle does spencer's makeup. he looks in the mirror and cries.

penelope is the first person they come out to and she is DELIGHTED to have other trans people on the team. one more and they outnumber the cis people...

morgan is next. spencer says "we're nonbinary" and morgan says "is this like a 'we're pregnant' situation or are you actually talking about both of you" and elle hits him in the head. spencer immediately feels many times less anxious than he did before. i love u morgan

morgan asks spencer in private if he wants him to stop calling him pretty boy. spencer tells him to please never stop. calling him "pretty", an adjective usually used to describe women, paired with "boy" makes him very happy. with this in mind, morgan starts calling elle "handsome girl". elle pretends to be nonchalant about it, but it makes her really happy.

they never tell gideon. spencer can't handle the thought of him reacting badly. (gideon was under the impression that spencer was just closeted this whole time. oops!)

like i said, spencer REALLY likes being described as masculine and feminine in the same breath. when elle first introduces him to her friends, she says "this is spencer, she's my boyfriend" and spencer runs away to stim in private. elle's friends are very confused.

[bellarkeselection]

Yellowstone 3

Kayce Dutton

There's Another Girl For Him pt 2 - Monica confronts the reader and asks her about Kayce. The reader doesn't know what she is talking about but starts to be conflicted with what her heart is saying

There's Another Girl For Him pt 3 - Kayce and Y/n go up the summer camp and feelings become too hard to ignore. Some interesting news also comes along

I'm Worth a Shot - request from @timbradfordsboot Kayce Dutton request: reader has a crush on Kayce but won’t act on it due to who his dad & sister are. She’s also heard rumors about bad things happening at the Yellowstone. Kayce convinces her to give him a chance

Two Dutton’s in the Family - Request from mackleann on Wattpad. Kayce and the reader get married and on that same day Jaime tells John he has a son.

Awkward Conversation at 6am - John catches Kayce and the reader kissing in the kitchen in the early morning

Burning Desire for a Dutton - Request from Wattpad VOIDRANBOO - Reader is Rip’s best friend and is a secret relationship with Kayce. Beth helps get them together but they are both worried of how Rip will react

Is This You Asking Me Out - anonymous ask Reader is trying to sneak off to met her Stalker of a ex to tell him to stop calling her. Kayce shows up at the place where she's meeting the ex she's relief to see him.

When War Follows You Home - Navy reader x war time. Kayce and reader service together reader shoots a kid is having trouble dealing with it. Years later they run into eachother in the states.

The Sheriff’s Daughter - Kayce gets arrested and his girlfriend bails him out where he learns who her father actually is.

It’sAbout Time - Request from Wattpad mackleann Kayce or Lee ( you pick ) where the reader is a family friend who comes to help with the cattle branding. The pair confese their feelings and get teased by the bunkhouse gang

Breathe With Me - Request from @val2557 imagine of Kayce Dutton and he is helping the reader when she has a an anxiety attack when there is a lot of people at a dinner they are attending?

Two Baby Daddy’s - anonymous request where reader is pregnant after she slept with both Rip and Kayce which now makes her wonder who is the baby’s father

When She Comes Home Tonight - Request from Tumblr @child-of-of-the-sunshine How about a Kacey fic based off the song When She Comes Home Tonight by Riley Green

John Dutton

- requests open

We Got Nerves For Nothing - Readers a waitress john meets her while having coffee with the sheriff donnie haskell they hit it off immediately reader gets nervous about John meeting her child ( whatever you prefer ) only to find out John's nervous about her meeting his family and they laugh about it

Seven Morming Wake Up Call - anonymous ask John dutton and reader in bed after shes taken a pregnancy test " im too damn old for kids " John says " not old " reader says

Opinions of our Horse Trainer - your the new horse trainer and slowly reader and John fall for each other maybe Beth doesn’t trust her but Kacey likes her

Noisy Kids Can’t Ruin This - anonymous ask John and Reader have been dating for a year or longer now and they’ve been keeping it a secret from his kids, they sneak around like teenagers running through the house after hours sort of dynamic and sneaking through the ranch after hours. I’m thinking maybe they stayed up late and took two of the hours on a little “trip” and get caught by Rip and Beth and Kayce who come looking for the horses ?

Rip Wheeler

You Make Everything Better - Wattpad request Rebelmicheleamidala - Rip and the reader spend the evening at home on the couch just enjoying the night together cuddling

Wheeler's as Tough as a Beer - can u do a piece with rip x f! dutton reader when she's pregos with rips bby girl and she either have a little accident with a horse or in danger bc of one of the shows villains like beth

Don’t you have anything better to do - Wattpad request mackleann Rip and reader get married and they get teased by the bunkhouse guys

Giving second chances - Wattpad request from Silverose365 Reader is a trouble teen the state is having trouble with so after multiple failed foster families the state calls John. The reader accidentally messed up on a job and gets called out until Rip makes a different choice than her previous foster family's.

The rules of fighting…especially my wife - season 1 where jimmy got beaten up by Fred but instead of Jimmy could it be the reader is rips wife and she’s secretly pregnant with their second child and she protects her stomach and then revel to rip she’s pregnant again

He’ll go to the Train Station - anonymous ask Reader has a Stalker one night when the ranch is out doing something reader is alone at the ranch and the Stalker comes attacks her and rip gets a call from kayce after finding her

We’re All Family Here - Reader is Carter’s younger sister and she has a prosthetic leg and the reader is worried that Rip and Beth will kick her off the ranch if they found out. Wattpad request from - @Quackity_bwead

Lee Dutton

Wedding rings and a baby - Wattpad request from halidaehler2015 Lee and the reader get married because they have a baby on the way

Regardless They’ll Always Be Dutton’s - I just had an idea about a story that I think would be great. It would be a Lee Dutton x reader with alittle kayce x reader - request from @cookiez56-blog

Dutton Boys Got My Back - Anonymous ask Reader is drunk and she calls her friend jamie to come pick her up  jamie tells his dad and brother reader calls and needs to be pick up at a bar so lee and jamie go when they gets there some guy was hitting on her and Lee saves her and jamie being a lawyer threatens him

Ryan

- requests open

He ain’t anything like you- anonymous ask where the reader is talking to them and she sees her ex over their shoulder and they notice her state maybe he hears them call her darling and think they are together.

Anonymous ask - How would Ryan react if you told him you were pregnant??

The Ranch Brought Us Together - @child-of-of-the-sunshine Okay so Ryan and Dutton!reader are engaged and she finds out he got branded after the whole Colby and Teter thing. That kinda the basis of what I was thinking 🤔

[nalooksthrough]

vicky being devs mom is so interesting?? do u have anything more on that topic perhaps

Okay so here is how it went down.

Vicky being the money grabber she is, wanted to bag herself a rich man. Classic gold-digger move. She spotted Dale, an up and coming tech mongal and a Dimmadome. She saw dollar signs. So she went to talk to him. Vicky doesn't remember any of the names of kids that were in the sweatshop. And Dale had changed so much that she didn't recognised him. Same can't be said about Dale. He recognised her immediately, he was so angry. But he decided to play along. Make her think she's won, then crush her under his metaphorical boot.

So they started dating. Dale love bombing her. Trying to make her fall for him. And it worked, she was head over heels. That's when the abuse started. He made her question everything. He put her self worth into the dirt. Stringing along her with promises marriage when in reality. He was never going to marry her.

The whole time keeping relationship a secret. Saying what they had was special. And the world doesn't have to know for their love to be real.

She got herself pregnant thinking that it secure her a marriage or at the very least a place in the Dimmadome family. Even when she is love obsessed, she is still very much money oriented. He acted all nice to her when she was pregnant. Saying how happy he was that they were going to be a family. Once the baby was born, he took them and deleted her number.

When she confronted him in person. He said that he didn't know her. That she was just some obsessed lunatic. He convinced everyone else of this 'fact' too. She attacked him, got arrested. And now she's rotting a institution. It was all a sick and twisted revenge plot. And he got the two things he wanted out of it. Her locked up, and a heir to the Dimmadome fortune.

[changbinsboobs]

idk if this is weird thing to ask but how soon into their relationship do u think changbin would get someone pregnant cause it would obviously have to be taken seriously a kid is a huge huge responsibility and i wonder how it would impact his idol activities if he had a kid whilst he was active and then dont forget going to the military service too would get in the way of his desire to have a family early on

My take on this is that when he has met the one, this desire of having a child, if not awaken yet will immediately ignite. And i don't think it matters to him in the moment how old he is, how far into the relationship they are, his career etc. i only see him worrying about the military since he wouldn't want to leave his believed being pregnant on her own and he wouldn't want to miss that experience, accompanying her through "their" first pregnancy. He would want to be there for the delivery too. And he would want to be there when his little child grows up, so i think this would be the only thing holding him back from immediately impregnating her (that sounded a bit weird😅) mind u this is my opinion based on the energy/info i've gathered from him throughout all the readings & clues from content we've gotten.

And in connection to that, i think he has two very opposite ways of being. I've mentioned in the previous reading that he reminds me of the FA attachment style as in - i don't think he lives as authentically as others or as he should be. Idk how to explain it cuz he is actually very authentic, but this authenticity is his reaction to something thats not authentic to him...dykwim?

Example: he dates someone thats not for him, and he behaves authentically with them, being aloof, not comitting fully, bein wishy washy, not replaying fast, being secretive and refusing to truly open up and be vulnerable etc. He breaks up quick, maybe moves on to the next without much thought, overall is just a heartbreaker. This has been his behaviour and attitude consistently for the past 5 years. And he's being authentic, he does what his heart tells him, he's being himself.

BUTTTT

Thats not who he is at his core. His heart wants him to be the opposite of all those things, but not with just anyone. With his Soulmate! And so his authentic behaviour to people/things that aren't meant for his true self, aren't actually him? Do u get what im trying to explain?

This has been an ongoing theme with him in readings, he takes quite a while to open up (especially in the beginning) and just gives me shallow answers to shallow questions but it feels so...cheap? U can not mistake this being a mask. And its a very weak one at that cuz i just knock on it twice to see if theres something behind that and it immediately falls apart to pieces and a whole new different energy (version of him) comes GUSHING out as if it had been starved for decades talking and talking and going so much in depth on everything.

So yeah, got a bit off track but still😅

[blueberryinko]

Alice: Juicy Romance

Alice bustled about her kitchen, getting ready for her shift. Being a nurse was hard work, but she loved it. Even if she was a permaberry. Her belly hit the countertop and she winced, arching her back. “Jeez little ones,” She chided the large, basketball-sized blueberries inside her womb, three of them taking up a massive amount of space inside her. This was the second berry pregnancy she’d gone through since Melissa’s graduation, and she was seven months in.

“You wanna take it easy Mom?” Melissa helped her mother into her chair, rubbing her belly as juice swished and sloshed inside her. “You’ve got stretch marks and all, you need to be more careful with your body.” Alice knew Melissa was right, but she didn’t like to admit it. “The hospital already has me on clerical work Mel, what else can I do?”

Melissa shrugged. “I’m not sure Mom. You’re sure this week is your last before maternity leave?” Alice nodded, hand on her back as she rubbed her belly. She was huge, and even her nursing bra was taut and creaking, her boob-flesh bulging over the cups.

“I’m sure,” Alice replied, trying again to get up. She managed, but only with Melissa’s help.

“Hey, Mom, I was thinking,” Melissa began. Alice turned to her, curious. “Back when you gave birth back at the barbecue last year, you said you were curious about dating again.” Melissa bit her lip, and Alice’s heart beat a little faster in her chest.

“Can I sign you up for a dating profile?”

Alice’s cheeks went warm. “Oh, Mel! U-um, well..” She wasn’t sure about this, but she had been single for so long… “Okay then Mel, just help me do it when I get home yeah?” Melissa beamed. “Oh, and Mom?” Alice turned back to her daughter. “I hope I get some new siblings out of this!”

Alice’s cheeks were aflame, and she squeaked. That was a conversation for later.

“Tell your brother to take breaks from his revision.” She told Melissa, before waddling off towards the subway.

Living in a small town meant having to catch the train to the hospital she worked at. Her blue scrubs barely fit her belly, her underbelly fully on display, and her baggy trousers tight around her fat, mom ass. She kept her hands on her belly, rubbing wide, slow circles as she approached her line. She was getting stares from everybody, but she was trying her best to pay them no mind, even as more threads on her nurse garb popped open.

“Here, have my seat,” A young man offered as soon as she’d waddled on, her belly creaking and groaning. “Nnnfff…. Thank you..” She moaned, sitting herself down. Her belly reached far beyond her lap, and she couldn’t reach her belly-button from here. She rubbed and rubbed, feeling the sensation of the juice packing her hips. Her body was slowly starting to take up more space on the train by the minute.

She got out of the train less than twenty minutes later, heaving herself up as best she could. The young man from before grabbed her arms. “Let me help,” He offered. Alice let him, getting up. She could see him eyeing her tits, and she huffed. “Hey, can you not young man?” If the fact that she was pregnant hadn’t put him off, what would. The man raised his hands in surrender. “You got it ma’am, sorry.” He shuffled off and Alice put her hand on the small of her back.

“Holy shit you’re huge.” Another pregnant woman gaped at her, and Alice felt her cheeks go warm. “Thank you, but I’m well aware…” Alice murmured, huffing and panting. The other woman only simply stared at her. “How far along are you?” The woman asked. Finally, a question. “I-I’m about a month away from due.. please, I’m going to be late to work?” She requested, trying to waddle past the woman.

“O-oh I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen anyone as big as you are! And your skin, are you a permaberry?!” Alice growled. “Ma’am, please just MOVE!” She begged, waddling around the woman and towards the hospital. She was getting rounder by the minute. She thanked the gods for double doors as she entered, immediately noting a couple patients in the hallway. “Nngh.. oh God… s-sorry! S-‘scuse me!” She apologised as she heaved herself past them, her asscheeks clapping as she did so, to her mortification.

She eventually made it to the reception desk. She thought about sitting down on the chair, but with her current weight, at a few hundred pounds of juice that was out of the question. She had to stand there and wait. She could feel people staring at her even as she sidled her way into the reception area. “Rough commute?” Mikayla, the young intern asked sympathetically. The goth girl spun in her chair, watching as Alice’s breasts tore through her dress.

“Ugggh!!” Alice groaned, watching as threads popped one by one, her gargantuan belly ripping through her attire, popped navel bulging forwards angrily, like a thumb sized nub marking her as grotesquely pregnant. “I really gotta pump.” She huffed, deciding that that was answer enough for Mikayla.

“Want some help? I know for a fact you don’t have a pump on hand.” That was true, since she’d gotten pregnant again she hadn’t been carrying anything over a hundred kilograms in case she damaged the fruit or pulp in any way. The farmer’s market wanted pristine produce.

“Would you? I know it’s probably really gross and sucky for you but- nnnf!” Alice moaned, feeling Mikayla’s hands squeezing her breasts into the buckets the office had designated for her collection. “Relax, Alice, you taught me all the shit I know, I’m not gonna not help you when big mama needs a release, huh?” Alice knew she was being incredibly lewd, but the blueberry milk pumping from her tits felt exquisite, and her crotch throbbed with need.

“Th-th-thank youu…” She whined, flapping her hands. At least some of the pressure was off. Her limbs were so thick and full she could no longer move them, and she was left in just her panties, the waistband of which was very quickly outgrowing her fat asscheeks.

“Damn, almost there Alice. Want help?” The offer from Mikayla was kind, but Alice’s panties were so tight that if Mikayla dared put her fingers in there, they’d be crushed.

CREEAAAAAK, GROOOOAAAAAN…

BANG!

Her panties shattered in scraps and torn sheets of fabric, ruined by the blueberry juice gushing from Alice’s nethers, her limbs becoming swallowed by her enormity, flapping hands and feet settling inside her divots, her growth swelling to a crescendo as her ass ballooned one more time, leaving her a weighty, heavy orb of a momma berry, rocking on her crotch. “Nnnooooohhh fuuuuu…” Alice whined, panting and huffing.

Mikayla chuckled. “Whoa there Allie, wait until your break before you get all this out, huh?” Alice whined. “Come on Mikayla, I have needs, I’m pregnant…” She complained. Mikayla shrugged. “You wanted to get off, you should have taken early maternity leave. You could leave right now and no-one would blame you.” Alice mulled that over. She had of course considered it, but she had her kids to think about.

“But I’m needed here, aren’t I?” She asked. Mikayla turned to her. “This hospital has run without you before you came here and it’ll still be running when you’re back from maternity leave.” Mikayla said. Alice sighed, flapping her hands in her divots. She really wasn’t getting much work done like this, she would admit that much. “Okay, I guess I’ll go and tell Lisa.”

She huffed and panted as she waddled towards the partition in the reception desk.

“She’s so big, you think she’s a beached whale?”

“Poor woman, dealing with a condition like that. I wouldn’t ever want to be that fat.”

Alice didn’t like the comments per se, but it certainly didn’t help the building arousal in her nethers. SHHHK. “Shit!” She cursed, hoping there weren’t any children around. “Here Allie, lemme help.” Mikayla shoved on Alice’s fat asscheeks, heaving and pushing her through the partition bit by bit. Finally, Alice popped through with a yelp. She thankfully landed on her lower belly, cushioning her fall, but also just about allowing her to teeter back onto her feet.

The waddle of shame to Lisa’s office had Alice’s cheeks burning with want the entire time, the idle sloshes and churns of her juice, the weight in her crotch making her want to cum right then and there. She waddled into the doorframe, bumping the door with her belly. Lisa opened it, eyebrows shooting up. “Alice, I thought you were on leave!” She was evidently horrified Alice was even working at her stage in pregnancy, making Alice feel even worse. “I’m sorry Lisa, I came to tell you I’m taking my leave now. I know I’ve just left you understaffed, I feel really bad-“

“Don’t! HR shouldn’t even have rota-ed you, what were they thinking? I’ll get Evan to cover, go Alice, c’mon, you’re like an inch away from popping those berries out.” Alice nodded, waddling back towards the entrance of the hospital. She sighed, she was going to have to call Melissa. She flapped her hands, waddling up to one of the residents. “I’m sorry, can I borrow your phone for a minute? I need to call my daughter to pick me up-“

“Holy shit! U-um, of course!” The resident brought out her phone, moving to hand it to her, then evidently thinking better of it. “Uh, what’s her number?” Alice recited it off by hand. Usually she had a Bluetooth earpiece she could use, but she’d forgotten it at home. The resident held the phone to Alice’s ear. “Mom?” Came Melissa’s voice from the phone. “Hey honey, can you uh, bring the truck? I got sent home on maternity leave.”

“Finally! Of course Mama, I’m coming. Just stay out there and I’ll come get you.” Alice truly did love her children. “Thank you honey, see you soon.” As the resident hung up the phone, she examined Alice. “Y-you’re that nurse! The one from the college video?” Alice cringed, too many people had seen that. “Y-yeah, I am.”

“And you’re pregnant too? Even like that? Wow, who’s the lucky guy?”

Alice blushed, looking off to the side. “It’s not like that, I-I’m pregnant with blueberries!” She explained. “They’re baby sized, that’s all.” The resident gaped at her exposed belly. “How many?” Alice sighed. “Three… I’m eight and a half months pregnant.” The resident crossed her arms. “That’s so dangerous! You should be at home, resting up!” Alice had had enough of everyone pitying her. “I’m not gonna be lectured by someone the same age as my daughter, please, I’ve gotten enough of that today!”

The resident calmed down. “Sorry. I’m Jessie.” The punk looking resident introduced herself. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty cool.” Alice felt her cheeks go warm. “Thank you sweetie. I’m Alice.” While they waited for Melissa, Alice noted the flickered glances Jessie kept giving to Alice’s belly.

“Wanna rub it?” Alice invited warmly. “They’re moving.”

“They can move?” Jessie asked, Alice nodded. “Yeah, it’s weird, they’re fruit but they move. Guess I’m just that big.” Jessie giggled, noting the huge form of one of the berries pressing against her palm. “That’s super freaky, and super cool.” Jessie softened up. “Would you ever have more kids one day?” Alice stopped short. “H-huh?” She took a moment to think about it.

“I don’t know.. I mean, I AM hyperfertile, and permanently fertile, b-but I’m single, who would-“ Now it was Jessie’s time to cringe. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought-“

“No, no, it’s okay-“

“It’s really not-“

“Oh my God, I want more kids.” Alice realised. That revelation was cut short by Melissa’s arrival. Jessie whistled. “Hey Alice? Mind if I get your daughter’s number? She’s really cute.” Alice glanced at Jessie. “You’re asking my permission? You don’t need it sweetie, go ahead.”

Melissa approached the duo, apologising profusely to Jessie. “Hey, thank you so much and sorry Mom had to borrow your phone, I’ve been begging her to take her leave for ages and-“

“Nah, it’s fine, your mom is cool! I mean, if you wanted to repay me, you could buy me a coffee next Tuesday if you’re free?” Alice watched as Melissa’s cheeks turned bright red, beaming from ear to ear. “Okay, you’re on!” Melissa watched as Jessie rushed off, Alice belly bumping her daughter. “Shall we head home honey?” She asked lightly. Melissa focused back in. “Oh, yes, of course Mama!” She agreed.

Gently tipping Alice onto her back, Melissa rolled her mother into the back of the truck. Securing her with the ropes, Melissa made sure they weren’t too tight. “Have you gotten heavier?” Melissa asked absent-mindedly. Alice wasn’t offended by the question though. “The berries probably went through a growth spurt again.”

Melissa agreed with that. “They were eight pounds last we checked, right?” Alice confirmed that with a nod.

Alice and Melissa returned home, and Melissa rolled Alice inside. “Hey Adam, we’re home!” Melissa called. “Come out of your room dumbass, Mom’s home!” Adam soon came down the stairs. “Dude, seriously?” He addressed Melissa, then Alice. “Hey Mom, I’ll put some food on. Craving anything specific?” Alice pondered for a moment, then replied. “Burgers? With some pickles and barbecue if you can?” Adam nodded and got to work.

“Hey guys?” Alice murmured as she finished eating. “If I said I wanted to have more kids, give you guys siblings… what would you say?” Adam and Melissa stopped what they were doing, focused fully on their mother. “I.. Wouldn’t that be weird?” Adam asked. “Like, we’re in college and we’ll be a full generation or two older than them.” Alice knew that, but thought about it anyway. “I know, but eventually you two will be out of the house, and I’m thirty-eight. I still have a lot left in me, and to be honest.. I always wanted a big family.”

Melissa squealed, hugging her mom. “Oooh Mom, I get to make you a dating profile then?” Alice giggled. “Sure honey, just let me have input on it.” Melissa was enthusiastic and immediately pulled out her phone. “Let’s get you bred, Mama!”

Melissa rolled Alice into the living room, settling her on her belly. Opening a dating website, Melissa turned to Alice. “Smile for the camera Mom!” Alice gave a soft smile, flapping her hands.

“Are you sure people will want to date a fat blueberry like me?” Melissa gave her a deadpan stare. “Mom, Mom. You’re hot, face it. Even as round as you are, you’re super attractive, and that’s coming from me.” Alice’s cheeks ran hot and she rested her chin in her divot. “Thanks honey.” Melissa sat down between Alice’s breasts, typing away.

“O-oh, what about aspiring breeder to be?” Melissa suggested. Alice squeaked. “Mel! I[I uh, are you sure? Wouldn’t it send the wrong impression?”

Melissa shrugged. “It’s the right sentiment, right? It works.” Before Alice could reject it, Melissa typed it in. Eventually they had her entire profile built, and Alice looked it over. “I guess that works.. and there aren’t any like, extra things you’ve put in there?”

Melissa shook her head. “No, apart from stating you’re a single mom of us, nothing else you didn’t want.” She rubbed Alice’s breast. “You’re gonna do great Mom.”

-

Alice didn’t officially want to start dating until she’d given birth, so she’d had Melissa save the account in her drafts until she was ready. A week and a half later, Alice was waddling around, nesting. Adam was nearby on Discord with his friends, and Melissa was out with her new girlfriend. Alice folded another t-shirt, putting it on the couch. She breathed heavily, her pregnant belly overloaded with the now eight pound berries, having practically ballooned in weight over the past three days.

She’d been feeling off all day, and she groaned, rubbing her belly. Wearing just a bra and boxer shorts, she was too hot for anything else. “Ooohh.. pressure..” She whined, a hand on the small of her back as a feeling like a bowling ball sitting on her spine welled up in her pelvis.

Adam looked over from the computer. “You good Mom?” He asked cautiously. A bead of blueberry sweat dripped down Alice’s brow, and she groaned again.

“A-Adam… can you call your sister?” She gasped out slowly. “The berries are on their way.”

Adam paled, then nodded, grabbing his phone, Discord call forgotten for the moment. Alice sat down on the couch, a finger sliding down her panties, checking her dilation. “Nngghhh.. not even a centimetre?” She whined, hitting the couch with frustration. She focused on her breathing, flushed violet as the contractions rolled through her body. It didn’t hurt, it was actually incredibly arousing, the weight on her crotch making her womanhood hot and throbbing.

Adam returned soon after, kneeling by her. “Jessie and Melissa are on their way, are you good?” Alice breathed, gripping the couch. “For now, yeah, u-um.. I’m not progressing too fast so you can keep going with your call if you like.” Adam was conflicted, leaving her in pain was never something he wanted to do, but his mother knew her body intimately, and he trusted her. “Okay, but the second you’re in pain I’m helping.” He compromised.

Alice waved him away, waiting as she dilated. Her belly grew bigger, filling her lap as juice sloshed and churned inside her. “Mmmnnnn…. C’mon little guys, out you get.” She coaxed, spreading her legs. Her breasts were overfilling her bra cups, stained and wet with milk. She was about a centimetre or two dilated by now. “Nggh… juice sac, right there…” She murmured to herself, feeling the balloon of amniotic fluid resting in her birth canal.

Melissa and Jessie appeared soonish, and Alice found she couldn’t reach her panties to take them off. “H-hey girls.. c-can you.. take off my panties? I gotta get this juice sac to break.” Jessie kneeled down. “I’m a resident in obstetrics, do you trust me?” She asked Alice. Alice bit her lip, nodding. “I’ve been to three other births before, with this midwife named Sara, she’s been teaching me everything I know, but this is.. unique.”

Jessie and Melissa peeled Alice out of her panties, and with a BANG, her boobs tore through her bra cups, snapping the elastic band as the garment fell haphazardly to the floor with a wet slap. “Okay Alice, how are we feeling?” Jessie asked. Alice whimpered in response. “I think I need to stand up. I need- need help.” Obediently, Melissa and Jessie grabbed one of Alice’s chubby arms each. “Pull!” Melissa ordered, and the two girls heaved Alice onto her feet.

“Whoaaaa!” Alice squeaked, stumbling before she was caught by Melissa and Jessie. “Jesus, she’s heavy-!” Jessie groaned. “H-hey!” Alice supposed that was fair but it was still a little embarrassing. “Sorry Alice.” Alice began slowly waddling around the room. her chunky, juice filled thighs sloshed as she did so, slow circles helping as the pressure amped up-

SPLASH!

“Nnnaaaaahhh!” Alice moaned as her juice broke, losing her plug as she bent over a slight bit. She was surprised she was still able to do so. Alice shuddered as another contraction made her cum, splashing on the rug. She could feel herself getting bigger, wider as the berries made their way down into the world, bulging her birth canal. “Ooooh…” She whined.

“Alice?” Jessie announced softly. “I’m gonna check you now, okay?” She felt Jessie’s shoulders brush her thighs and gasped, glad they were so fat she could no longer clench them, then the sensation of Jessie’s warm, slender fingers checking her womanhood drawing another long whine from her. “H-how far?” She asked uncertainly. Jessie hummed beneath her, listening to the burbling and sloshing from Alice’s burgeoning body. “About five centimetres. You’re doing superb Alice.” Jessie encouraged.

“Mel? Could you go grab the ice chips?” Melissa heeded her mother, heading into the kitchen as Jessie resurfaced, hands feeling around Alice’s expanding diameter, the boulder-like belly so heavy Alice just dropped onto it, laying on it as her limbs became stiffer and fatter. “You’re progressing fast now, you feel about ready to push yet? You’re not dilated yet, so if you need to, it should just be small, practiced breathing, yeah?” Jessie coached.

Alice heeded Jessie’s words, bearing down just a little. She felt some of the pressure abate and sighed happily. “That feel better?” Alice felt a lot better actually. “Y-yeah.. last time I wasn’t coached through this.. it was uh, at a family barbecue.” Jessie raised an eyebrow. Alice giggled, she couldn’t quite believe it herself, but it had happened. “I had hoped I wouldn’t go into labour that day, but my juice broke while I was serving and I had to push out three other blueberries in front of everyone.”

Jessie laughed, patting the turgid tummy in front of her. Alice’s limbs were starting to sink into her body, and Melissa returned with the ice chips as Jessie inspected Alice’s diameter. Adam was now fully focused on his mother as well, Discord call remaining open. “C’mon bro, hold the fucking point!” Alice heard from one of Adam’s friends, to which he lashed back.

“Dude, fuck the game right now, my mom is literally giving birth!” He retorted, and she heard calls of ‘holy shit’ and ‘dude, no way!’ From the call. “Nah bro, pics or it didn’t happen.” She heard. Adam gaped. “Dude, shut the fuck up, please? Imma go help her, y’all just talk amongst yourselves.” He got up from his chair, approaching Alice. “Sorry about them,” he apologised.

“You really need better friends baby.” Alice groaned, her limbs sinking in and leaving her a full, ripe blueberry, Jessie checking her once again. “Okay Alice, listen carefully. You’re ten centimetres now, so we’re gonna get this show on the road. When you feel ready to push, push, yeah?” Jessie ordered firmly. Alice whimpered. She was nervous, but she knew she could do this. She’d done this once before, this was just practice for the future.

“Nnnngaaaahhh!” She bore down. She felt the first berry shifting into place, starting to descend out of her. She let go of the contraction, breathing deeply, in and out rhythmically. “That’s it Mama, come on.” Melissa encouraged. Urged on by the love of her children, Alice groaned, bearing down again.

She felt powerful. This primal, ancient sensation settled in her chest, and as the weight in her underside increased, so did the pressure. “C’mon, c’mon, I got this, I got this,” She murmured to herself. Another push had her vagina begin to ache, the first berry crowning. “Okay, here it is mama, you ready?” Jessie asked. Alice’s feet shook with the effort, nestled in their divots as she pushed again.

“Grraaaaagghh!” She growled, the first berry popping out of her with a gush of liquid and a cheer from Adam and Melissa. “One down Mom!” Adam cheered, rubbing her taut side. “Ready for the others?” Alice panted and huffed. “Give me.. give me a minute guys.. need a moment…” She gathered her strength. Every inch of her was electric, and she bit her lip.

This sensation… it was amazing. She was operating on pure maternal instinct now, elevated to her highest peak as she began working the second berry out. “One, two, threee..” She mooed, slow, steady minuscule pushes inching the second berry further out of her womb. As Alice eased the berry downwards, she leaned into the sensation of the ache as her labia lips bulged, groaning and hissing in arousal as she pushed.

“Doing so well Alice, so close.” Jessie encouraged. Alice was sweating from the exertion, her cheeks purple. Melissa grabbed an ice chip, holding it to Alice’s lips. Alice swallowed it gratefully, holding it on her tongue for a moment before she did. Her body quaked and shuddered with every push she gave, and as she pushed again, she felt it fully crown. “Come on, come on, come ON!” She cried out, and with another wet POP! The second berry was out, falling to the floor ceremoniously.

“Last one now Mama, home stretch.” Melissa encouraged. Adam, who had been mostly silent and focused on massaging Alice’s taut, tense spots agreed with her. “You’re amazing Mom, you got this.” Spurred on by her family’s love, Alice breathed in. “Okay guys, let’s get this big blueberry out of mama berry.” She started pushing low, powerful pushes that rocked her belly.

“Slow and steady wins the race now Alice, careful.” Jessie advised. Alice was on autopilot now though, pushing and pushing with careful precision, every note her body hit was pitch perfect, and before too long, the last berry was right at her entrance. “Here it comes Jessie, catch it, catch it, catch it!” She exclaimed. And catch it Jessie did as the last berry exploded from Alice’s womb, finally empty of all the blueberries.

“You did it!” Melinda crowed happily. “Fuck yeah Mama, there you go!” As the family celebrated, Jessie cleaned up all three gigantic blueberries, weighing eight pounds each. “Now what do we do with them?” Melissa looked them over. “Well, now that we got them cleaned up, we get them tested and get them sold on the farmer’s market.”

Alice let out a chuckle. Then a giggle. Then a full blown belly laugh. Eventually the others joined in, and Alice proposed something.

“Wanna take a selfie together and post it to the girls at the ward?” She suggested. At that, everybody agreed. Adam, Melissa and Jessie each grabbed a berry, nestling it in their arms as Jessie held her phone above her head. “Say blueberry!” She snapped the photo, and they all giggled again.

Alice was happy. Now she could recover, and prepare to begin dating again.

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Because a convo with Mrs P reminded me I hadn’t uploaded all chapters on here yet.