#i have a ob/gyn appointment today :I

[beananium]

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[lynnbanks]

Ooh! Maybe a Luke x reader where it’s an unexpected pregnancy? She holds off telling him cause she’s afraid of his reaction, and accidentally tells Jack first.

She had no idea she was with child until her latest doctor's appointment where they made her take a test before she could be prescribed her new medication. One second she is worry-free and excited to get lunch with her boyfriend after her appointment and all of a sudden the thought of doing anything makes her sick.

“We know from your blood work you are pregnant but unfortunately you will have to go up to the 7th floor to make an appointment with an ob-gyn.” and y/n is still very much in shock and just shakes her head yes. Walking out of the doctor's hands shaking “What the fuck am I going to do.”

I can't tell Luke I'm pregnant, what if he leaves, what if this tears us apart, what if we are bad parents, what if I am ruining his career? All these what-ifs with nobody to pull her out of it.

She makes it to the spot where they agreed to meet for lunch “Hi baby how are you feeling?” Luke asked, taking in her pale face and shaking frame “Did everything go okay? You don't look too good.”

Pulling herself from her thoughts “Yeah um I-they had to take some blood so I'm a little shaky that's all.”

“Well, we should probably eat then!” He says it with a big smile, happy to see his girlfriend after just a few hours apart. and she couldn't be the one to wipe the smile off of his face so she decided to not bring up what the doctor had just told her.

3 weeks later y/n is now 11 weeks pregnant and has just about all of the early stage symptoms. Her first appointment with her ob-gyn is next week and she is terrified. Luke is starting to notice some changes in her too. She is more distant, and emotional this morning. He caught her throwing up after breakfast and when she was done she acted as if she had been caught doing something bad.

“Let's get you to bed sweet girl, you need some rest.” y/n can't tell if it is the fear, the guilt or the baby growing inside of her but she feels like she is about to throw up the very little food she has been able to keep down. “ you must have caught what jack had last week,” Luke says covering her up

And it is that exact reason Jack was home early from practice 3 days later to find his brother's girlfriend passed out on the floor in the middle of the apartment. And is sitting with her in the emergency room till Luke can switch with him. All is fine until the doctor walks into her room “Hi my name is doctor brown this is Emma she will be taking notes for me while we talk”

pulling out her stethoscope to do a plus measurement test “So what are we in here for today?” before y/n can say anything Jack says it for her “She was passed out on the floor of our apartment.” the doctor nodes her head “In your charts, it says you are in the early stages of pregnancy. Do you know how far along you are?”

the room goes dead silent “The reason I say that is because it is normal to be dizzy during the first few weeks but if it is causing you to faint we definitely want to check in with your OB to make sure mom and baby are doing ok.” y/n can feel the tears fill her eyes this was not happening right now

“ I'm assuming you are Dad?” the doctor says to Jack who looks just as pale as she did when she found out “Um n-no no that would be my brother” he says looking at y/n who looks like she might have a mental breakdown at any second

“Oh I'm sorry um well from what I am seeing everything looks good but we still want to do an ultrasound just to cover all our bases. We will have someone come in just a few minutes to get that done for you,” she says, pumping some hand sanitizer into her hands “My only suggestions would be lots of rest and to drink lots of water and if everything is all good with the ultrasound you should be out of here pretty soon.” be for leaving me to fix this mess alone.

“ Did you know?” Jack asked and all y/n could manage to do was sob into her hands and shake her head yes “Does he know?” she shook her head no “Oh y/n” he said as if she was a lost puppy coming up to hug her tight while she let it all go “I don't want him to leave me.”

She was full-on sobbing “What, why would you think that?” “ I am ruining his life!” Jack pulled away to get a good look at the girl he saw as a little sister breaking down in his arms “Hey it takes two to tango and it's not fair to him for you to say that when he doesn't even know.” y/n hadn't thought about how unfair it was to judge Luke for a reaction she didn't know he was going to have

“ I'm scared; every woman in my life has done it alone. I know what it looks like and I can't do it.”

Jack is rubbing her back trying to soothe her as best as he can. “Luke is nothing like those guys ok and if he did ever turn out to be one of those guys you know me and Quinn would be right by your side as you kick his ass.” y/n laughed a little at that “ but you keeping this from him is going to break his heart.

Let me know if y'all want Luke's reaction if I keep writing right now it is only going to get worse. I also love doing y'all requests. And again grammar spelling and all of the above don't exist here.💋💋

[poeticpascal]

Dr. Miller (Doctor!Joel Miller x Reader)

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Summary: An unexpected visit to the new OB-GYN in town results in a less than professional exam.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MDNI, fingering, oral (f!receiving), allusions to infidelity, porn with (some) plot, gynaecological exam, undefined age gap, very unprofessional doctor!Joel lol, pet names, lots of fluff at the end!!

A/n: Thank you to the very lovely anon who requested this! You can find the request here. The idea is from a wonderful Bridgeton fic by @ao3loveisstrong, which you can read here! Thank you so much again for letting me use your idea ☺️❤️ hope everyone enjoys!

There’s nothing particularly warm about the waiting room. Of course, for all the gynaecology offices you’ve visited, that’s pretty par for the course. Just stone-grey walls, the paint chipping in parts, and posters stuck up that may have once added colour but have faded now into barely-legible antenatal support numbers and information on STIs.

The only noise that fills the space is the mechanical click click click of the receptionist’s typing, the only sound she’s made apart from a grumbled “sit over there” when you first walked in. Anytime you tap on your phone she shoots you a death stare from over her desk, so you instead opt for sitting with your hands on your lap and staring at your feet.

“Ma’am? The Doctor’s ready for you now.”

You look up to find the nurse looking right at you, her friendly smile about the only thing brightening up the room. 

You follow her down the corridor, just as dull and drab as the waiting room, to the final door where a sign reads ‘Dr. Miller, OB-GYN’ in scratched letters.

“Just through here,” she gestures, knocking the door and quickly getting a “come in” in reply. You straighten your top, even the waistband on your skirt and give the nurse a quick smile before slipping into the office.

Dr. Miller’s room is brighter, the walls clearly treated to a fresh lick of paint, with ‘thank you’ cards pinned to a corkboard beside the window. You can tell he’s made an effort to make it more welcoming, more comforting, and it works. It’s still clinical, all-white with tools and sanitising solutions dotted around, but his touches of personality make it almost like a home. There’s a picture frame on his desk, a little too far away for you to see the detail on it, but the black-clad, larger frame holding the smaller white-draped one tells you it’s a wedding photo. It’s sweet.

And sat at the desk, of course, is the man himself, his eyes trained on you from the moment you walked in. 

Doctor Miller stands, tugging on the shirt of his white scrubs. “Ah, hello -”

“Y/N,” you interject, and a small grin tilts his lips upwards. He’s cheeky, confident. He’s hot.

“Right, Y/N,” he pauses. “Your appointment was made quite last-minute today.” 

He makes his way to the exam table as he talks, patting where he wants you to lie down.

You let your eyes wander from his hand, trailing up his arm to his jaw, covered in a soft, greying beard that gives him an irresistible ruggedness. He’s tall, with big broad shoulders that overshadow your own, the structure of his face harsh yet perfectly sculpted.

“Well, it was an emergency, Doctor,” you reply, leaving your coat and bag on a nearby chair before hopping onto the table and trying not to let your gaze linger on his frame. He’s just trying to do his job, after all.

You swing your legs onto the table and lay down, legs bent and knees in the air, exposed. Dr. Miller’s already towering figure hangs over you, his eyes on yours, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up past his elbows.

“Comfy?” He asks, something playful underlaying his tone. Like he’s teasing you.

You shrug, “are these things meant to be comfy?” 

The Doctor laughs and shakes his head, landing a hand on your covered knee. “Unfortunately, I don’t think so. But I’ll make things as comfortable as possible for ‘ya.”

His southern drawl is prominent, but for his rough appearance, it’s soft and gentle. Kind to the ears.

You just nod and smile, satisfying him as he takes a seat on the stool before the table and asks, “what’s the problem then, darlin’?”

Darlin’. A name that drips so easily from his lips, so smoothly, and yet it sets your tummy on fire and it’s all you can do not to squeeze your legs back together right there in front of him. 

You swallow. “I think it’s best if you see for yourself, Doc.”

His gaze falls to your crotch, carefully pushing the mesh of your skirt up over your legs to reveal your underwear, the ones you can feel a puddle of arousal forming in. You know he must see your wetness when he sighs out, his eyes stuck on your crotch for a moment longer before he looks back up to you again.

“You’re married,” he observes, having noticed your wedding band.

You’d be hard-pressed not to notice his hands drifting along your thighs as you answer with a soft “mhm”.

“And how’s your sex life?” 

The question is blunt, direct, genuine. Hopeful, perhaps. “It’s… okay. A little slow,” you answer, biting your lip when you see his brows knit together.

“Slow? You don’t have sex often?”

“No, no,” you answer quickly. “He’s just slow in bed. I think it’s ‘cos he’s so old.” There’s a firmer grip on your thighs now, and you try not to giggle, focussing on the ceiling so as not to give yourself away as he stares up at you.

“Right,” is all he replies, before startling you with how quickly he rips off your underwear and throws them onto the floor. Unprofessional, unsanitary, uncaring.

Desperate.

“How’s it look, Dr. Miller?” You tease. He slowly, painfully, brings a finger to your entrance; his thumb if its thickness is anything to go by.

“You’re wet,” he whispers, almost inaudible. “You always get this wet? For your husband?”

Your heart races, and you don’t realise you haven’t answered the Doctor until he pulls his hand away, tracing it back along your inner thigh. “You seem distracted, (Y/N). Maybe we should reschedule our app-”

“No!” You all but yell, an embarrassed flush quickly joining the heat in your cheeks. You can’t see his face, but you know Dr. Miller’s smirking, and you shuffle awkwardly on the table. “Need you to check up on me, Doctor,” you whine.

“Well in that case, ma’am…” he stalls, though you’re acutely aware of his presence at your core, so much so you can almost feel his breath hit your clit. “I need you to lay extra still for me. Can you do that?”

You nod, not saying anything, and he laughs. “Very well then.”

You jolt as Dr. Miller swipes his thumb over your clit, throbbing and sensitive at his touch, desperate for more. He goes lower, using two fingers to spread your folds apart, his voice noticeably deeper as he groans.

“You’re dripping, sweetheart.” The Doctor’s gentle cadence is gone, pure lust soaking his words.

“That a good sign, Doctor?” You ask, willing yourself to stay calm as you feel the tip of his fingers tease your entrance.

His other hand moves to the top of your knee, holding it in place as he pushes two fingers inside you, so big they stretch out your cunt with ease. “Very good,” he breathes, too occupied with watching his fingers push in and out to even register his own words.

The two of you are silent for a few moments then, the only sound in the room that of your laboured breathing and the wet slick of your cunt tensing around Dr. Miller’s fingers. He’s skilled, moving in all the right ways and finding a rhythm that makes your toes curl, straining against the table at his mercy.

“You need another one. ‘Ta make sure everything’s fine,” Dr. Miller mutters. His words are strained, like he’s resisting his own urge to moan out, to go completely feral on you while nurses and receptionists shuffle around on the other side of the door. You wish he would.

“O-okay, Dr. Miller. Whatever you want, sir, please,” you gasp, a wave of pleasure flooding you as he finally reacts to your words, groaning a “fuck” and quickly spreading you even further with a third finger. Your hands go to grab his hair on instinct, but your position on the exam table makes it impossible, so you grip the sides of the metal frame instead and squeeze as he curls his fingers deep inside you and fucks you with them harder, faster.

You bite your lip, desperate to halt the moans that threaten to break out far too loudly, sure to draw attention from anyone passing by. But the coil in your lower tummy tightens, led by the Doctor’s expert movements inside you, and you whimper “I’m cu- cumming, oh my god, I-” before arching your back off the table and - 

He stops. He removes his fingers, the feeling of emptiness immediate, and you cry out as he goes back to caressing your thighs.

“Sh, shh,” he soothes, placing a gentle kiss to your knee. “I need to see how you taste, baby. Can I do that? Can I fuck you with my tongue?”

You don’t, can’t, even speak, just frantically nod and buck your hips into the air for some sense of relief. You hear the Doctor chuckle against your skin, his kisses trailing back down your leg until his nose is nestled in the crook of your pubic bone, not where you need him but just close enough to bring tears to your eyes.

“Please, Dr. Miller, I need it, please-”

He hears you. He hears you, and you know it gets to him when you call him that, and before you can even register his movements he’s driving his tongue inside you and nudging his nose against your cunt. You yelp, hands once again gripping the metal frame of the exam table, heels digging in to the cushioned mat where you’re lay.

The Doctor moans, the vibrations hitting your clit and making you moan back, the fast pace of his movements making it almost too overwhelming. “So good,” he grunts, flicking his tongue against your clit as he takes a moment to breathe. “So fucking good, baby. Such a gorgeous little pussy. So perfect.”

“It’s yours, Dr. Miller. Oh god, it’s yours. Please just - oh, just make me cum, Doctor, please.”

You sound pathetic, you know you do, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. You  know he loves it because he groans again, still breathless but diving back into your cunt and pushing his tongue even deeper inside you, wet and warm and hitting all the right spots.

You’re getting close, and he must sense it because he releases his bruising grasp on your knee to thumb your clit, fast and needy, losing the rhythm he’s built in his own desperation. 

“Come on, sweetheart, cum for me. Cum on my tongue,” he demands, pushing and pushing until you stutter over the edge and finally reach your release. You clasp a hand over your mouth, ignoring the tears that fall down your cheeks and arching up from the table, seeing stars as Dr. Miller coaxes you through your orgasm and finally begins to slowly, gently, bring you down from your high. 

“Alright baby, alright.” His voice is starkly different to how it was just moments ago; calm, gentle, caring. You lay still for a little while longer, the rising and falling of your chest starting to settle, the pattern on the ceiling more visible where it once whirred with your dizziness. 

And then you sit up, Joel’s face already tracking yours,  a grin playing on his lips.

“Too old, huh?” He recalls, less-than-impressed although you know he’s only being playful. “I may be older than you, sweetheart, but I doubt none of them younger boys could make you squirt in my office.”

“I squirted?” You ask, shocked. You didn’t even realise, too caught up in the pleasure and the way he filled your senses.

Your husband just grins further, and you roll your eyes, though you match his smile. 

“You gotta start warnin’ me when you visit the office, sweetheart. You’re wearing me out,” he laughs, finally standing from his little stool to settle between your legs where they dangle off the exam table.

“Shouldn’t be a problem since you’re so not old,” you quip back, making him roll his eyes. He takes your hands in his larger ones, brushing a messy piece of hair from your eyes and kissing the spot just above your brow, whispering “I love you” against your skin.

You adore when he’s like this; so gentle, so sweet. And you know that no matter how much he complains, he loves it when you come to visit him at work. He’s only moved into this office recently, the both of you still getting used to the new area, and you couldn’t be prouder of how far he’s come.

“I love what you’ve done with the place, baby,” you tell him, nuzzling his bearded jaw and resting a hand on his chest. “I’m so proud of you.” 

Joel only hums, modest as ever, holding you closely. He knows you mean it. You’ve been with him from the start, through everything, making the highs higher and the lows easier; every day he wonders how he’s gotten this lucky, even if you do leave him endlessly flustered with your surprise office visits.

You lean up to press a gentle kiss on his lips, grinning as he moans into you, and ots only then that you notice how hard he still is beneath his scrubs. 

“What time are you home?” You ask, your hands playing with his collar and the scruff of his beard.

“Around 5:30, hopefully,” he replies, though he looks in his own world as his eyes flutter closed at your touch and his head tips into your hand.

“Alright,” you press another kiss against his jaw, “well as soon as you’re back, I’ll fix this.” You gently squeeze his throbbing cock over his pants, making him moan and his hips stutter. 

“Baby, you ruin me,” Joel whines as you remove your hands and jump off the table, collecting your bag and coat before turning to face him with a giggle. You cup his jaw again as he rests his hands on your waist and you kiss him, deeper this time, not wanting to let go. “You love me,” you retort, grinning even wider as he cocks a brow but laughs all the same.

“I do, sweetheart. So much.” 

He stares into your eyes, thumbing your hips, his forehead pressed against yours. It’s such a sweet little moment, intimate, and you wonder why you keep on visiting him at work when it means you can’t stay there all day. He wonders the same. 

“I love you too, Dr. Miller” is your final reply as you head for the door, sending your husband a little wave and giggling as he mutters, “stop calling me that. Drives me crazy.”

Of course, you know he loves that, too. “Whatever you say, Dr. Miller,” you laugh, slipping out of his office and already thinking of how you’ll treat him when he gets home.

─── ･ .✧: .☽ . :✧. ･ ───

Tag list: @vickie5446 @skysmiller @none-of-this-makes-any-sense @letmehavemyfictionalmen

[omgstarks]

The Doctor Will See You Now (Stephen Strange x Reader)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Nervous for your first ob-gyn visit, you meet the handsome Doctor Stephen Strange. As he guides you through the examination, a mix of anxiety and attraction brews.

Warnings: SMUT over 18+ ONLY, semi-public sex, creampie, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving)

AN: Just had my first cervical exam so...

“Hi, I’ve got an appointment at 4:00.” You leaned against the counter while the receptionist behind it typed away at her computer.

“Your name?”

“Y/N, L/N”

“Great, I’ve checked you in. If you can have a seat, one of the doctors will come out and call you.” She gave you a reassuring smile. You took a seat in the waiting room. It was a cold, bright room that was illuminated with harsh LED white lights. In the background, played some local radio station. You were feeling anxious. It would be your first time seeing an ob-gyn, and the thought of being bare from the waist down to a complete stranger was intimidating, even more so if the doctor wasn’t a woman.

You looked around the room to see some other patients of all ages waiting. Mostly women, but a handful of men. It was nice to know some men actually cared about their sexual health.

You waited patiently as patients came and went, scrolling through Instagram to past the time or just sitting alone in your thoughts, periodically skipping through songs on Spotify. Suddenly, the big doors leading to the examination rooms swung open, and a man walked through, clipboard in hand. All eyes followed, hopeful to be the next one called.

The doctor, tall, with a slender figure and dark hair graced by white at his temples, wore navy blue scrubs beneath a white lab coat. He wore a face mask which he took off revealing a sharp jawline and high cheek bones.

“Y/N? Y/N L/N.” He spoke in a low baritone voice, scanning the room. You lifted your hand and quickly grabbed your things, standing up to meet him. His eyes met yours, and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Stephen Strange, and I’ll be conducting the examination and tests with you.”

“Hi,” you replied, a touch more nervous at the realization that your doctor was a man- even worse, an attractive one at that. He looked slightly older than you, probably in his late 30’s early 40’s But his clean-shaven face and styled hair, made him look younger.

“You can follow me this way.” He held the door open for you to walk through and led you down a hallway. You followed him, watching the white coat billowing behind.

“The room is just down here.” He motioned to the examination room at the end of the hall.

“Just take a seat in the blue chair by the computer, please.” You nodded and took a seat, scanning the room you were in. The room was small and sterile, with white walls and tile floors. A single circular window offered a view of the city below. 

On the wall by the door were a couple of large posters. One with the different forms of contraception and the other an infographic of the female reproductive system. Your eyes scanned the poster, and you felt a slight shiver run down your spine. You knew that this doctor would be examining your reproductive system in just a few minutes, and you couldn't help but feel nervous. He was an attractive man- a part of you just hoped you wouldn't embarrass yourself by doing anything inappropriate during your examination.

Doctor Strange sat at the computer, reading up on your record on the clipboard, and he cleared his throat and met your eyes.

“So, how are you feeling today?"

"Good. Just a little nervous." You admitted.

"That's understandable." Doctor Strange said. "But I promise that I'll make this as comfortable as possible for you." You nodded.

“I just have to ask you some questions before we start. Is that okay?”

“Yes.” You replied. He looked back to his computer and pulled up a long form.

“Can you recall when your last menstrual period was?”

“Umm, about two weeks ago.”

“Normal bleeding?”

“It’s been pretty irregular since I had the implant inserted a couple of months ago. I’ve heard it might just be the hormones?” You fiddle with your thumbs.

“Most likely. The progesterone in Nexplanon often induces variations in the menstrual cycle. But we’ll assess and rule out any potential underlying concerns." A reassuring smile accompanied the explanation.

“Great.”

“Are you currently taking any medication or supplements?” 

“No medication, but I am taking some vitamin D supplements.” This earned a small chuckle from him as he typed. “That’s a good idea during this gloomy time.”

“Just trying anything to combat the seasonal depression.” you joked.

“Maybe I’ll give that a shot.” He smirked.

Doctor Strange continued asking you questions, delving into your medical history and current health. He diligently typed your answers into the computer.

Your eyes flickered down to his fingers with each keystroke. His hands were big and the pads of his fingertips were almost the size of the keys themselves. Your eyes roamed up to the prominent veins etched on his hands, and you wondered how they would might feel pressed against your skin-

“And, when was the last time you had sex?” This took you out of your trance. You choked on your breath, a bit startled by the question. You knew it was routine—a standard procedure at a sexual health clinic. Yet, discussing your sexual history with a stranger felt strangely awkward. It was the kind of conversation you'd normally have with your best friend, someone who knew every detail of your life.

“Oh, um, probably 4 months ago.” The thought of your ex boyfriend brought a bad taste to your mouth.

“Was it oral or vaginal?”

“Both.” You said shyly.

“Both.” He murmured under his breath.

“And was the oral sex female or male receiving?”

“Male.” Unfortunately for me.

“Was this with a partner or casual?” 

“A partner- well, a former partner.”

"I'm sorry to hear that," he expressed sympathy. You shrugged, shaking your head.

"No don’t be. It's actually a blessing, more time for other important things."

"Let me guess... Playing the piano and reading?" you quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes..? How did you—"

He pointed to your purse at your on the floor. "You've got a piano keychain on your purse, plus I’d recognize 1984 anywhere. Just putting two and two together."

"You're quite observant."

"It’s what makes me a good doctor," he responded, the trace of a smile lingering on his lips before he cleared his throat and shifted his attention back to the computer.

“So that’s all the questions. I’m just going to take your height, weight and blood pressure before we proceed with the exam. If you can stand on the scale for me.” He motioned over the scale in the corner of the room. After taking your weight, he showed you where to stand to take your height.

“If I can have you here..” He gently placed his hands on either side of your arms and subtly shifted you to the correct position. Standing close, he measured your height, his baritone voice murmuring softly as he read the numbers above your head. His demeanour, a blend of professionalism and subtle warmth, left an intriguing impression on you. Stepping back, he instructed you to take a seat for the blood pressure test.

You nodded and rolled your sleeve up, exposing one of your tattoos. He rolled his chair towards you, taking your arm and wrapping the blood pressure sleeve around your bicep, his eyes flickering down to your tattoo of a treble and bass clef in the shape of a heart.

"That's a lovely tattoo," he complimented with a smile. "Any special meaning?"

“I just love music.” you chuckled. “So much so I’m doing a masters in NYU in Music Theory.” 

“Impressive.” He commented. “I take it you’re quite skilled at playing instruments.”

“Piano mostly. I could probably make it with the violin and the French horn as I grew up playing those as well.” 

“Quite a range. I have a baby grand at home, though my duties as a doctor don't afford much playing time."

"You must play well. No one just has a baby grand in their home. Maybe you’re just as skilled as I am." you teased, earning a smirk.

"Observant, aren't you?"

"You’re rubbing off on me already," you quipped, realizing right after your unintended flirtation. Fortunately, the blood pressure machine's timely interruption spared you the potential embarrassment of Doctor Strange witnessing your flushed face.

"So- Before we proceed with the examination, let me outline the tests we'll be conducting today. We'll check for STIs like gonorrhoea or chlamydia, BV and thrush, HPV, and perform a pap smear and pelvic exam," he explained.

“Okay.” you replied.

Standing, he moved to the other side of the room, drawing back a yellow curtain to reveal an examination table. A crisp white paper sheet ran down its length, with stirrups at the end for leg support.

“So you’ll need to take everything off from the waist down, lie back on the table, and position yourself at the edge," he instructed, tearing off a piece of the sheet. "Here's a covering for you while you're on the table." You nodded, and as you approached the exam table, he closed the curtain to give you some privacy during the undressing process.

"I'll be back shortly with all the necessary supplies," he assured.

"Okay," You responded, and the door closed behind him as he exited the room.

You positioned yourself by the bed, swiftly removing your pants and underwear. Folding them neatly, you placed them on the chair next to the head of the exam table, subtly concealing your underwear beneath your pants.

As you lay back on the table, draping the paper sheet over the exposed lower half of your body, the realization hit you—this was really happening. Your gaze fixated on the light fixture above, and the door creaked open.

You could hear him on the other side of the curtain, likely organizing the tools needed for the examination.

"Just locking the door to ensure privacy during the exam," he informed.

"Okay." The prospect of being alone with him in a locked room, your lower half exposed, triggered a whirlwind of thoughts. It was probably all routine for him. You’re just another patient.

"All set up. Ready for me to pull back the curtain?" he asked.

“Yes, I’m ready.” He pulled back the curtain, looking down at you as you lay before him. Your eyes met his, and this made your thighs twitch a little. He sat down at the other end, between your legs and pulled the table holding all the supplies towards him. 

"Could you shift a bit more towards the edge?"

"Um, yeah, sure." You attempted to move, struggling a bit due to the stirrups.

“I know, I’m sorry, it can be quite difficult,” he reassured, aiding you by holding the stirrups in place, and his hand subtly grazed your inner calf. Eventually, you managed to shift forward enough for him to proceed.

“Now, I’m just going to lift the table up.” He informed you. The table started to move up until you were almost at eye level with him. You laid back, hearing him putting on latex gloves on his hands.

“Before we begin the exam. I’ll be examining the outside of your vagina to make sure that everything looks okay.” You nodded, and you started to feel your face heat up as he pulled back the paper covering you, exposing your vagina to him. You let out a soft exhale as you felt his warm, gloved fingers open and move your vulva to the side. Before you could think much of it, it was over.

“Everything looks good, now for the swab tests. Again, the first test will be the STI screening test, and I’ll be inserting a swab inside your vagina. Shouldn’t hurt, but please let me know if you feel any discomfort.” 

“Sure.” You nodded. You felt a thin object slide into your vagina with ease. He twisted the swab before removing it and placing it in a test tube.

“Next will be the internal exam, I’ll use the speculum to gently widen your vagina so then I can collect a small sample.” You nodded.

“Have you had an internal exam before?”

“No.”

“Would you like to see what it looks like before I start?” You nodded, and he held up the plastic instrument. It looked quite small initially before he started to open it, showing you how it works.

“This might cause some discomfort, so please don’t hesitate to tell me to stop.”

“Okay..” You breathed, laying back down on the table. Before you knew it, you felt the cold, lubed-up plastic tool sliding into your vagina. You took a sharp breath, and your thighs started to quiver. 

“It’s okay, Y/N. Just breathe.” he spoke in a in a soothing manner. You felt a hand on your inner thigh- like that was going to help you relax any more. Your thighs trembled under his touch, all a mix of nervousness, and discomfort and just a hint of arousal as you felt his thumb lightly caressing your inner thigh. You squeezed your eyes shut, lightly gripping the hem of your shirt, trying to focus on your breathing and not so much the discomfort the speculum was causing. 

“You’re doing well.” He spoke as he inserted the small brush to collect the sample from your cervix, then inserted cotton swabs for the other tests. 

“Just one more..”

The last swab test was done, and Doctor Strange closed the speculum and slid it out of you.

“How are you feeling?” You opened your eyes and nodded.

“I’m okay.”

“Would you like to take a break before I proceed with the pelvic exam?”

“I think I’m okay.”

“This shouldn’t cause much discomfort as the speculum, but I’ll be gentle.” He quickly changed out his gloves for a new pair and squirted some lube on his fingers. He placed a hand on your lower stomach before slowly inserting two fingers into you. Oh god- 

“Tell me if this is okay…”

It was more than fucking okay. Not having sex in 3 months was going to be the death of you.

“I-it’s okay.” you stuttered. His hand started to press into your stomach as his fingers moved in a circular motion, palpating the organs within. You felt a slight pressure, but it was not painful, more like a gentle exploration.

The examination continued, Doctor Strange’s movements were precise yet gentle. As if you were an instrument, he was expertly playing. His fingers were thick and felt amazing inside you. No one- not even your stupid past boyfriends had been able to make you feel like this during sex.

The feeling was getting almost overwhelming for you, and it caused you to roll your head back into the exam table and let out a soft moan. Oh fuck.

The silence was broken, with Doctor Strange clearing his throat and withdrawing his fingers from you.

“I-I am so sorry. I- I didn’t mean to do that. God-” You quickly covered yourself with the sheet in shame. You watch as Doctor Strange removed his gloves with a loud pop from the latex before tossing them into the trash. For a moment, he was silent, as if he was trying to assess the awkward situation you had put on him.

He stood up, quickly glancing over to the locked door, before turning his head back over to you, his eyes scanning your bare legs.

“Are you sure?” You raised an eyebrow at him, confused about what he had meant.

“You said you didn’t mean to do that- but why do I get the feeling you were..enjoying it?”

Your face burned, unable to answer his sudden questioning. You tried to deny it, although deep inside, you know his words to be true.

“The way you looked at me this whole time. The way your body has responded to my every touch. Not to mention how soaking wet you were when I put my fingers inside you. Surely you could feel your arousal dripping onto my table?”

He was now towering over you; his cold blue eyes were darkened with lust. 

“I’m sorry about the table.” You gave him an innocent look, which caused him to smirk.

“No, you’re not.”

He shed his coat, tossing it casually beside your neatly folded pants and underwear. Your eyes couldn't help but trace the contours of his arms sculpted with toned muscles, veins subtly weaving along their sides. A lump formed in your throat as you swallowed, caught in a moment of silent admiration for this god-like man standing before you.

He walked back around to the edge of the table. You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him from between your legs. He looked at you before pulling the curtain close and moving the exam table down a bit. 

“I just need a taste.” He groaned, then buried his head between your legs. 

“Oh fuck-” You breathed out, feeling his mouth envelop you. You let out a shaky breath as he found your clit a moved his tongue across it, softly playing with it with the tip of his tongue. He placed each hand on either side of your thigh to hold you open and keep your hips from moving while his mouth worked on you.

“Talk to me, sweetie.” He said before pushing his tongue inside you. 

“Oh my god..” You groaned, your eyes rolling back. You physically couldn’t speak, not properly, that is.

“Tell me how good this feels.”

“It-it feels so good, Doctor-” You managed to say. He pulled his face away from you for a moment, and you looked down at him, the bottom half of his face wet with your slick- which made him even more sexy.

With his fingers, he traced your slit slowly, watching you twitch every time his finger brushed against your clit. 

“Look at you.” He licked his lips as if he was a starved man. “Look how your body responds to me. No one has ever made you like this, have they? Not even your idiot ex-boyfriend who doesn’t know how to eat cunt.” You vigorously shook your head, wanting him to stop talking and continue where he had left off. You were close, and somehow you knew that he knew that.

“Please. I need more.” You moaned.

He carefully pushed his finger into you, his eyes never leaving yours. He added another finger, watching you carefully, and he curled his fingers up to caress your g-spot. He moved his fingers back and forth in this motion, finding arousal not only from your body but your reactions.

“I can see you’re close, sweetie. Don’t hesitate. Give me a taste of your sweet nectar.”

He leaned back in and found your clit easily- sucking hard then flicking his tongue against the small sensitive bud that immediately sent you over the edge. 

You let out a choked groan, hips buckling against his face as you came and flooded his mouth with your cum.

He removed his mouth from you, and you looked down at him, seeing your arousal drip from his chin. His mouth twitched up in a small smile as he stood. He grabbed the end of his shirt to remove it in one fell swoop. 

“No- wait.” you stopped him. His eyes quickly flicked with concern.

“Um...Can you leave it on..?” He gave you a look of confusion before understanding what you were asking of him.

“Are you saying you want me to fuck you with my scrubs on?”

You nodded shyly, wanting to fulfil the fantasy of fucking a Doctor.

He hid his wide smile and shook his head in disbelief. “Ohh, you dirty girl.” He pushed the waistband of his pants down to his mid-thigh, and you watched his cock, sprang up from out of his boxers. My God was he was thick. When you thought the speculum opened you up too wide, you wondered how his cock would feel stuffed inside you.

“Is this okay?” The lust from his eyes disappeared for a moment when he asked. You reassured him with a nod. 

“All I want is you right now, Doctor.” his eyes darkened once again, and he lined the thick head of his cock at your entrance, using some of your cum as lube. He put one hand on your knee and the other on the base of his cock to steady himself as he pushed inside you. You squeezed your breast as he moved slowly, inch by inch. 

“Shit-” He breathed once he was sheathed inside of you. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his breathing shallowed.

“Are you okay?” He asked once again. 

“I-I’m fine. You’re just too big.” The corner of his mouth twitched, almost like he was proud of his size. Who wouldn’t be?

He rubbed your lower stomach soothingly, saying, “Just breathe, relax your core for me.” You nodded, trying to relax until the pain started to transition into pleasure.

“Okay, you can start moving now.” He nodded. He pulled his hips back a little, watching his cock inch out of you before pushing himself back into your heat. He continued this slow, shallow pace until he could move in with ease.

“Fuck-” You allowed yourself a soft moan, letting your head roll back from his thrusts.

“God, you’re so tight I might actually cum.” He stilled, moving his hands across your legs and touching your skin. 

“I don’t mind.” You winked teasingly.

“And cut all of this short? I’ll fuck you all day if I could.” Your face warmed up at the idea. He rocked his hips back and forth, holding you by your legs to pull you into him. You gripped the sides of the examination table, letting out a guttural groan with his every thrust. You didn’t know it was possible to feel this much pleasure.

“I’m so close, Doctor.”

“Stephen. Call me Stephen.” 

“Cum with me, Stephen, please.” You begged, watching him fuck you in an animalistic nature.

“Oh, Y/N-” After a couple of thrusts, you felt his cock throb inside your walls at the same time, the pressure in your stomach began to roll over. Gripping your thighs tight, he thrust into you one more time as deep as he could, letting his cock pump his cum into you.

His head fell back as his orgasm coursed through him, wave after wave, until Stephen filled you up to the brim. You felt the slick of your combined arousal leak out of you, dripping down between your ass.

He ground his hips to keep his cum from spilling out completely. He looked up from where you two met, and you reciprocated his exhausted smile. Your eyes were glassy with tears from the intense orgasm that had left your body and thighs shaking. His chest heaved deeply with each intake of breath.

Whilst still inside you, Stephen carefully moved your legs from off the stirrups, placing them down on the tabletop carefully. He got on top of you carefully to hold you for just a moment.

He lifted his head to look at you, sweaty and dishevelled. He leaned down to give you a kiss. You could still taste yourself on his lips, but it didn’t matter.

“We should do this again.” You broke the silence as he pulled his softening cock out of you. You groaned softly, suddenly feeling empty.

“Oh sweetie, give me at least 10 minutes before we start again.” He laid by your side with a deep groan.

“No, I mean in general, old man.” You teased. “I want to do this again sometime.” 

“Come over for dinner tonight, and I can show you more.” his lips curled into a teasing smile.

“Like your baby grand?” He let out a deep laugh. “Only if you promise to play something for me.”

“Fuck me good, and we’ll see.”

“Oh baby, there’s no doubt about that.” He smirked, pulling you into another deep kiss again. A thought popped into your head, and you pushed him back gently.

“By the way, was everything good..you know, down there?” He responded with a light-hearted chuckle to your unexpected inquiry and gave you a kiss on your temple. 

“Yes, you're perfectly healthy.”

[shesmyboot]

Baby Severide - Chapter 9: Date Night

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Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: You and Kelly go on your first date night after becoming parents

Words: 1569

Warnings: implied smut, doctors, mentions of sex, mention of siblings, hockey

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"So I'm cleared?" You asked, sitting up on the table.

"Yes Mrs Severide, you may now return to full workouts, sexual activity and carrying more than 20 pounds. Take it slow, if anything is painful or feels out of the ordinary, please give us a call," Dr Calhoun replied, "how does that make you feel? Mentally?"

"Honestly, a little nervous."

"Why?"

"What if something happens?"

"From everything that I have checked, there is no need for concern. If something happens, we're only a call away. If its after hours, head to Med and have them page me. If there's something wrong, and I don’t think there is, but if something happens, we will take care of it. There's no need to worry."

"Okay. So I'm really good to go?"

"Absolutely. My last word of advice because I've been doing this for a while and I now have two of my own, use a good lube or try it in the shower for the first few times. It makes all the difference."

You chuckled, "Thank you Doctor Calhoun, for eveything."

"If you ever decide to have more children or need a GYN, give me a call."

Dr Calhoun left the room and you collected yourself and Alexis to leave your final OB appointment for the foreseeable future. 

After arriving back at your car, you placed Alexis' carseat in the base and called Kelly. 

"Hey, how'd it go?" Kelly eagerly answered your call.

"Good, all cleared and good to go. You home from shift yet?"

"Just leaving 51. Meet you at home?”

"Sounds good, see you soon. Love you."

"Love you too."

—

“Kelly, you here?" You heard rustling in the bedroom.

“Yeah, hold on.”

The rustling continued.

“What are you doing?” You laughed.

“Found it,” he exited your bedroom holding a box. 

He followed you to the couch, a now sleeping baby nestled in the crook of your arm. 

“Whatcha got there?”

“Katie sent us some stuff from New York for Alexis.”

“Katie working today? We should FaceTime her to open it.”

“How long has Alexis been asleep?” 

“Almost an hour. I fed her before my appointment and she slept the whole time.”

“How lucky are we that she’s a damn good sleeper?”

“So lucky.”

He looked at the unopened USPS box on the coffee table.

“So calling Katie?”

“Let’s do it, I’ll see if Alexis wakes up when I pick her up.”

You picked Alexis up as Kelly started the FaceTime call to his sister. Alexis awoke, but was her usual calm self as soon as she opened her eyes.

“Hi Alexis!!” Katie smiled as she answered the FaceTime call.

You took Alexis’ arm in your hand and gave Katie a little wave.

“We wanted to wait to open the package until we were with you, but I guess FaceTime will have to do,” Kelly laughed.

“Actually, let’s wait to do it until I’m there.”

“How long will that be?”

“About 30 seconds,” she giggled, knocking on your apartment door.

Kelly practically ran to open the door and hug her.

“How long has it been?” He chuckled.

“Too long,” she smiled, hugging him back.

You invited Katie in and spent the rest of the day hanging out and catching up, before finally opening the package. It was filled with NYC and Manhattan-related gifts along with a white envelope on the bottom. 

“What’s in there?” You asked, curiously.

“Open it,” she smiled.

“Tickets to the Blackhawks game?” Kelly was giddy, he was so excited.

“They’re for tonight, I’ll babysit. You guys have fun,” Katie grinned.

“Katie, I- I- I don’t know what to say,” you started to tear up.

“Don’t say anything, I’m happy to do it. I’m gonna go check into my hotel and I’ll be back in time for you guys to get to the game.”

—

“Kelly are you ready?” You called into the bedroom while bopping Alexis.

“Yup, I’ll be right there.”

He walked out of the bedroom with his Blackhawks jersey in hand, wearing one of those undershirts you couldn’t help but fall in love with.

“You gonna carry that at the game too?” You giggled.

“Don’t want Alexis to spit up on it. Put it on when we leave,” he laughed, taking your daughter from your arms.

“Katie will be here in like 30 minutes. I gotta curl my hair and do my makeup and get changed.”

“Already found something for you to wear,” he smirked, “it’s on the bed.”

You walked in to the bedroom to find your Jonathan Toews jersey and your favourite pair of jeans on the bed.

"How did you know?" you laughed. 

"What can I say? I know you well, babe."

You changed quickly and fixed up your curls.

"Katie's here," Kelly called.

"Be right there."

Quickly, you threw on some mascara and lip gloss before going to the living room.

"You look good babe," Kelly smiled, handing Alexis off to Katie. 

You leaned over and kissed him, feeling a little more like you wanted to stay in rather than go out. 

"There's, uh, breast milk in the fridge, her schedule is on the counter. Um, Sylvie's number is on the fridge in case there's any, uh, problems," your mind distracted from the kiss, you couldn’t help but giggle.

"We'll be fine. You guys have fun," Katie smiled.

You gave Alexis a hug and a kiss on the cheek, "good night baby, mommy loves you so much."

"Good night Alexis, daddy loves you to the moon and back." 

Watching Kelly love Alexis was something that made you fall in love with him more and more. Having a stable husband with whom you shared a child with was something you dreamt of since high school.

Kelly grabbed his jersey and followed you out the door. 

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Walking out of the United Center back to Kelly's car, you were exilerated, but exhasted. The Blackhawks had just snapped their 5 game losing streak, and won with a 4-0 shoutout. That was the perfect end to your first night out after becoming parents. 

"How you feeling?" Kelly asked, "you up for Molly's or are you done for the night?"

You stopped at the car, leaning into Kelly for a kiss, "What about something else?" you smiled.

"You up for that? You just got cleared today," he asked, kissing your neck. He knew you wouldn't say anything unless you were ready.

"Bassinet is finally in Alexis' room. Seems like a great time to test things out again."

"You look so good tonight baby, we'll do whatever you want," he smiled as he went back in for another kiss. 

The traffic home was a nightmare, but by the time you got to the apartment, you were ready for anything. 

"We're home," you smiled, opening the apartment door. 

Katie was asleep on the couch, but woke at the sound of your shoes coming through the door.

"How'd it go?" You asked, going to check the baby monitor.

"Been up every 3 hours since you guys left, but she just went down about a half hour ago if you guys want to get some sleep," she yawned, packing up her purse. 

“You need a ride to the hotel?” Kelly asked.

“I have an uber a few minutes away, but thank you.”

“I have another day before I’m back on shift, wanna meet up and do something tomorrow?”

“That sounds great, I’ll text you guys when I’m ready for the day.”

You and Kelly both hugged Katie before seeing her out of the apartment. You watched her get on the elevator and then locked the door behind you as you entered the apartment. 

“Shower or bed?” You laughed, pulling him closer for a kiss by the collar on his jersey.

“Whatever you want baby,” he chuckled, pulling your jersey off, “it’s your night.”

You grabbed Kelly by the hand and led him into the master en suite. The bathroom door clicked shut and Alexis started to cry.

“Shit,” you started to laugh, resting your head on his chest.

“I’ll get her, put her back down. I’ll met you in there in a few.”

Kelly left the bathroom for the nursery and you started the water. Throwing your clothes on the counter, your hand brushed by your scar. Healed up and mostly pain free, it was still a reminder of what had to be done to bring Alexis into the world. You stepped in the shower, wincing at the feel of the water being a tad too cold, and turned the temperature to more suit the steamy theme of the evening. Kelly returned, already having left his jersey in the other room. 

“How’s the baby?” You asked.

“Good, pacifier fell out of her mouth.” He mindlessly undid his jeans and removed the tank covering his chest.  He looked back towards the shower.

“Damn, you’re-“ he was almost breathless. The two of you had been intimate all throughout your pregnancy, but the morning sickness wasn’t as attractive as you naked in the shower. 

“You gonna join me?” You didn’t have to ask twice, he was gonna obey the first time. 

He finished undressing and practically leapt into the shower. With a flick of the wrist, he tipped your chin up to make eye contact with him. Backing you in the shower’s wall, he placed his other hand on the tile for support. He leaned in and the passionate kisses began shortly after. 

[imrowanartist]

Written with the prompt “We need to talk.”

Set in the Rosie AU

Tags: Established PriceGaz, trans pregnancy, just some fluff

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After John leaves for his training shift at Credenhill, Kyle tries to lay in bed a while longer.

Tries being the operative word there, since he can already feel the urge to pee again; his little Bee making it known that she’s awake too. He places a hand on his bump and despite his morning grumpiness, he can’t resist a smile as he feels her usual movements.

Just ten more weeks before he’ll get to meet her for real, a thought that both excites and terrifies him.

With a slightly exaggerated groan, Kyle drags himself out of bed to get ready for the day. He promised Laswell he’d go over some intel and he has an appointment with his ob-gyn later in the afternoon too.

Researching intel for Kate is not his favorite job, but it makes him feel useful and he likes being able to contribute to the team, even if he can’t be in the field anymore.

The morning passes by uneventfully, besides a handful of extra pee breaks and one snack craving he can’t resist. The afternoon brings its own challenges.

The weather is slowly getting warmer and the closer it gets to the summer, the less Kyle can hide his growing bump behind coats and sweaters when he goes outside.

It’s not that he’s ashamed - he hasn’t been since he was a teenager and he refuses to be now. He just discovered that he has very little patience for having to explain his situation to random curious strangers.

Today, however, is a typical gloomy spring day, which means he’ll be able to go about the rest of his appointments with relative anonymity.

When Kyle gets home by the end of the afternoon, his limited amount of energy has been spent. He’d planned on unpacking some of the baby stuff they received from Dotty in the nursery, but as he sinks down on the couch, he decides that a nap is in order first.

It’s one of the plus sides of being pregnant, he thinks to himself as he fluffs up a pillow. No one bats an eye when you take a nap at random times a day.

He must sleep longer than he thinks because it’s the sound of a key turning in the lock that wakes him up. Squinting at the clock he notices that it’s indeed about time for John to come home from the base.

He’s still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when his partner enters the living room and throws his jacket over the armrest of the couch. Kyle blinks at him as he notices John’s stiff movements.

“Hey, “ he greets, sitting up. The what’s on your mind? goes unspoken between them.

John’s body language is tense as he puts down his bag and crosses his arms. “So what did you want to talk about?”

Kyle frowns at him, confused as to what he's referring to. “Eh?” he says, wondering what on earth has John so on edge.

“Your message,” John replies, clearly getting frustrated as he rubs his forehead, “You said we need to talk?”

Kyle grabs his phone and opens his messages. “I don’t remember sending you - oh… aw, bloody hell-“

At the top of his messenger app, he indeed sees that he sent John exactly that. And now that he reads it again, he suddenly remembers why and when.

“Kyle?” John asks, almost nervously.

Kyle sighs, cursing the hormone-induced forgetfulness that most definitely caused this. “I’m so sorry, I was gonna say ‘We need to talk about that registry list mum sent’ but I guess I got distracted.”

It’s been happening a lot lately. He thought Dotty was joking when she said pregnancy brain was a thing, but by now he has discovered that she was dead serious. He looks up at John. “You okay?”

John lets out a relieved chuckle as he sits down next to Kyle on the couch. “Fucking- yeah I’m good. Thought you’d gotten some bad news at the doc or something.”

“Like I would have sent a text like this-“ Kyle snorts, leaning into John. He feels kinda bad for causing his partner distress, but it’s also a little funny.

John turns to him abruptly with a raised eyebrow. “I distinctly remember you texting me the same thing before you told me you were gonna keep her.”

Kyle has to wreck his brain for a moment, but then he remembers what John is referring to with a wince. “…Yeah okay fair,” he says, before leaning towards his partner and kissing him on the cheek. “But no, everything’s good. Me and Bee are right on track.”

John sighs again, but this time Kyle recognizes it as one of relief. It’s sweet how much he worries, making Kyle feel a wave of affection for him.

“Good. That’s good.” John grunts, then asks, “You hungry?”

Realizing it is about dinner time, and that Kyle definitely has no energy to cook anything whatsoever, he nods. “I could go for some food, yeah.”

John already reaches for his phone, giving him a questioning look. “Anything you’re craving?”

Ah, how well his partner has gotten to know Kyle and his particular pregnancy moods by now. He gives John a grin as he leans back onto the couch and puts his feet up on the coffee table.

“Thai, I think,” he hums thoughtfully, putting a hand on his stomach and feeling Bee nudge it as if she agrees. “Yep, definitely Thai.”

[robinruns]

I've been trying to make this post for a while, but I'm having a tough time making it sound as coherent as I want so I'm just gonna ramble, stream of consciousness styles.

I had my physical today. It went pretty quick, and the scale didn't tell me anything I didn't know. The PA was super on board with getting me a referral to an OB/GYN for a sterilization consult. The scheduling department reached out this afternoon and I got an appointment scheduled for the 26th of this month. I went MyChart afterward and checked but didn't see the doctor as in-network. She just finished her OB/GYN residency with the UW and is now starting with UW Health, and my insurance is like The UW Health affiliated insurance so she SHOULD be in-network, but if I had to guess, she's just not fully in the system yet. I work on that end of the medical world, so to speak, I know how that shit goes. But I did send a message thru MyChart to my insurance regarding the coverage for the procedure (my guess is they cover once the deductible is met, which should be soon) and whether or not the doctor is, or will be in-network. I'm having a hard time getting excited until I know for sure that she will be.

I don't wanna have the procedure done until after my 10k, which would be mid-November. It would make sense for it to be then as well because I'll be recovering from the race then anyway.

I think I will for sure stick with my running coach even during the "off season" because I do want to feel stronger and faster going into next year. Also I don't want to risk her not having an opening next spring lol

Today I had a god awful run, like the humidity was outrageous for the billionth day in a row. And then when I left the office, it was fucking nicer out at 10:30 than it was at 6 AM!! Bullshit!!! But I think after today the temps will be back to more reasonable levels, like mid to upper 70s which is about the extent of what I can tolerate. Plus I have a headache from being in the AC so much, like my stupid sinuses are so dried up. I'm so over it. I hate summer. Blah.

I gotta make my lunches for the rest of the week now. I don't want to, but I should. I know I'll mentally feel better if I do, but god I don't wanna get off this couch. Ugh.

I don't think there's really much else I need to talk about right now. Ok post now.

[globalrebrand]

Answering to Vil - Epilogue

The results of that fateful night catch up to you.

Warnings: fem afab!reader, mentions of pregnancy and sexual harrasment.

A/N: For that one person who asked about the prologue at the end of that fic.

Part 1

As if you were a child on a flight, Vil helped himself before helping you. He put on his sunglasses before assisting you with your frames, delicately removing them from their case, gently combing your hair out of your face with his fingers, and sliding the elegant shades over your eyes. The matching designer glasses featured lenses as dark as possible and were rather wide while still being on brand for the style Vil dictated for you as a couple. 

You needed to disguise yourselves slightly, as even a routine trip to your OB-GYN would not be without vulturous paparazzi lingering by the front door, especially after your fourth appointment since Vil had recently announced your pregnancy to the public on his magicam.

You were starting to show, and it was getting harder and harder to deny that a baby would emerge from you in less than half a year.

Your chauffeur pulled up right next to the front doors of the private clinic. Vil got out first, entirely unphased by the instant chorus of flashing camera shutters at his appearance.

He assisted you out of the car next with an arm around your waist as he helped you out of the vehicle. Tucking you into his jacket, Vil made quick strides to the door, the leather of his coat concealing you from the paparazzi to the best of its ability.

Once you entered the lobby of the building, Vil released you from his embrace, taking your hand instead and leading you to the elevator.

It was strange. Vil was not dramatically more doting than he had been before your pregnancy, but what was new was the giddiness that he displayed. 

Even now, he was humming a sweet little tune as the two of you waited in the travertine-clad elevator bank hand in hand. 

"You seem excited." You mentioned it casually as the elevator doors opened and you stepped into the vestibule. 

"Did you forget? Today is the day we learn the sex. Not that it matters, of course. Any child we have is destined to inherit our beauty."

"We can only hope." You sigh, laying back against the elevator wall.

"Are you tired, love? Your smoothie this morning wasn't energizing enough? 

"I'm fine, Vil."

"I'll add more greens next time."

"It's ok, darling. You're doing everything you need to be. There's no need to exert yourself further." It was true. It was as if the second the pregnancy test came back positive, Vil evolved into a different version of himself and completely redoubled his commitment to your care.

He was slower to anger, quicker to offer you a warm embrace, and he even turned down jobs to spend more time with you. 

Just next month, he'd insisted the two of you take a trip to Scalding Sands for the rest of your second trimester to a luxury beachside resort for spa treatments, and you couldn't find a good reason to disagree. 

More than once, the traitorous thought, "maybe I should keep getting pregnant," passed through your mind. You didn't particularly want the children themselves, but you would do anything to maintain this treatment from your husband. 

You wrapped your arms around Vil and tucked your head under his chin.

"I like this cologne on you." You spoke quietly into his shirt. 

"Good. I chose it when you mentioned you could no longer tolerate the smell of the other one."

"I must adapt myself to the wishes of your newly keen sense of smell." Vil offered with a delicate tap on your nose. 

That brought a smile to your face, and you hugged him tighter. Vil responded by returning your embrace and pressing a kiss against the crown of your head. 

For a moment, things felt like they used to. 

But as the elevator chimes and you arrive at the obstetrician's office, you're broken out of your reverie. 

It's full of other pregnant people and their spouses. You don't feel you resemble them or share their sense of joy regarding their future children. 

You always feel that they can sense your displeasure at your circumstance despite the polite smiles you flash at the already-seated guests.

Vil ushers you into a seat and then walks to the front desk to check you in for your 11:30 am appointment with your doctor.

There was a bit of a line, so you got comfortable in your seat.

Around the ritzy waiting room are amenities such as mint and cucumber water and a large flat screen with individual headphones for guests to listen to without disturbing each other. 

The TV is playing the entertainment news channel, and you scrunch your nose in distaste. 

The lead anchor is a narcissist who always tries to start smear campaigns.

You were pleased to ignore it until the paparazzi photo of you and Vil's costar popped on the screen with a headline reading "Secretly a Predator?"

Momentarily startled, you tried to shy away from the subtle glances in your direction from the other people in the waiting room, trying to observe your reaction to you on the screen. 

Even though you tried to resist, you ultimately couldn't. Grabbing a pair of headphones, you listen in to the news story.

"The costar of Vil Schoenheit on the recent dramatic box office hit "Patron Of Heaven" was seen out at a popular nightclub in the capital, forcing himself on Schoneheit's wife and fellow model [Name] Schoenheit. 

While initially written off as a crass one-time behavior, our team of journalists dug and found that this charged photo underscores a history of sexually aggressive behavior. During our investigations, eight other women have come forward claiming sexual harass-" The headphones were gently removed from your ears and replaced by the dulcet tones of your husband's voice. 

"Don't listen to that filth, darling." Vil chided, taking a seat next to you.

There was no need to ask. It was clear this was Vil's doing. You prayed that what the report said was true, so you didn't need to feel guilty for Vil slaughtering yet another young actor's career over his jealousy. Of course, the man got handsy with you and far too forward, but a burn notice like this from Vil was final. 

There wouldn't be a single soul in the industry who would be able to resuscitate his career. Perhaps someone like Niege LaBlanche, but people in this industry were finally starting to take sexual harassment claims seriously, and there would likely be a criminal investigation.

"Schonheit." A nurse called as she waved you both into the corridor with all the examination rooms. 

 "I wonder who that could be?" Vil teased before rising from his seat to help you up. 

"Let's go, darling." Vil offered you a hand. Even though you could manage just fine on your own, you took it. 

"Don't worry your pretty little head, my love. That monster had it coming." Vil whispered in your ear. 

For your own sanity, you decided to believe him regardless of the truth.  

[clone-anon]

I wonder if I might make a special request for a dear friend of mine? Would you mind a reader x Tech fic where, after years of trying, reader ends up pregnant with twins? She's just got the news today, so there's still loads of excitement and terror, but this would be such a fun surprise - if you feel so inclined 😉

All the love for you and the amazing gifts you create!

*cracks knuckles* Here we go.

Warning: talk of an ob/gyn appointment (no details, just implied ultrasound), pregnancy, twin pregnancy

The positive pregnancy test was wild enough. After trying for so long, you finally got pregnant. That news was huge in itself. Tech was not going to miss the doctor's appointment. He held your hand the entire time and asked questions, but felt you were both as prepared as you could be for what was to come. That was, until, you were told that you were actually carrying twins.

"Twins?!" Your face lit up as worry flooded your chest. The fact that Tech was silent didn't help. Still holding your hand, he reached behind himself to pull up a chair and sat down. Whatever else was said seemed to go over both of you, but everything seemed fine so far. You were alone in the room with him and moved to get up, get changed, and head out the door. Tech silently helped.

"Tech?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Are you going to be okay?"

"Twins," he said quietly. "So there are two of them."

"Yes, Tech. That's what it means to have twins."

"Of course," he replied, trying to shake the shock away. You could see the gears in his head starting to turn again. As you walked home, he held your hand and had his other around your waist, almost like he needed you near him more securely. Each passing moment brought him back to life with all of the tasks he needed to do for your growing family and now doubly so.

"It's okay," you said, sensing him on the brink of overwhelm and turning to him as you reached your front door and walked inside. "They aren't coming twice as fast. We still have time to wrap our heads around this and get ready."

You held his face and he nodded once and smiled. "I will do everything within my power to make sure you and our babies get the best care."

"I know you will." You were overwhelmed with the feeling of finally becoming parents, excited and happy, but also mildly terrified. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your temple.

You had barely settled on the couch and he brought his datapad out, already researching how a twin pregnancy and delivery might differ and wanting to make sure you could both be prepared. He felt his protective instincts growing faster than he expected, but would channel them into supporting you. You knew he would be a fantastic father and would always remind him of that. While it was still too much to talk about all the changes that were happening at once, there was some solace in listening to what he was reading and discussing a few things. You would both have to let the news soak further into your consciousness. Later, he put the datapad aside and sat with you, holding you to his chest and rubbing your back, simply happy to be with you. All of you.

[weezly14]

so i used to use this more as a blog where i talked about my life and my feelings and there's been both a lot and nothing happening in my life lately but i sure do have feelings! so i'm gonna write it down and send vibes into the universe because why not. what else do i have to do today?

i've been a little MIA in terms of working on my fics. i've barely written. first it was a rough fucking winter; then summer kicked my ass just as bad. i hate summer.

"but why has it been rough?"

well, because i'm not fucking pregnant yet.

we've been trying for a baby (i hate this phrase) for ten months? ish? and nothing has happened. in school they made it sound like you skip protection once and you'll get knocked up; my mom got accidentally pregnant twice. and here i am, charting dates and peeing on ovulation predictor sticks and tracking symptoms and the whole nine yards, timing sex and taking fucking prenatals and vitamins and not eating sushi or steak during the two week wait and not drinking at all, and all i've gotten to show for it is my fucking period, every month like clockwork.

the studies say, it can take up to a year. yes, most couples get pregnant within six months, but sometimes it takes longer. sure, fine, whatever.

so it's been hard enough trying to get pregnant and then failing (because it does feel like failing, every time), but then two things happened in quick succession:

my best friend got pregnant, sort of accidentally;

i got sent for bloodwork and the results caused my doctor to refer me straight to a fertility clinic.

when i saw the results i cried, but i thought i was just spiraling and being over dramatic. sure, my AMH is really low, but it's technically still in range, and that's not everything, right? my other tests were mostly fine, not totally out of the normal range. then i called my doctor's office, only to be told "we're referring you to a clinic, your ob/gyn doesn't think you'll get pregnant without treatment."

it's a hell of a thing to be told while standing in the pasta aisle of a grocery store.

in the midst of being referred to the clinic, i of course googled. read articles and papers. cried to my husband, my mom, my friends. of course the clinic was booking weeks out; in three weeks i'll go for my first appointment. my mom said, well maybe now you'll get pregnant. it happens, you know - people struggle and then as soon as they get booked to see a specialist, or start IVF, they get pregnant.

my period started over the weekend. it was not a good time.

the thing about trying for a baby is that every month is the same fucking rollercoaster, only you can't get off, and despite knowing exactly how it'll go, it's still somehow traumatic every time. every cycle there's the devastation when your period starts, followed by the hopeful/planning mode of "let me now track ovulation, let's chart out when we need to have sex." then there's the actual sex - trying to still have fun with it as opposed to the clinical "literally all we need is for you to finish," though sometimes it is just the quickie before work or after dinner because it's Fertile Week and we need to optimize our chances so it doesn't matter if it's not very romantic, we can have romantic sex later. after that it's the waiting game, the two weeks of overanalyzing every ache, every twinge, of looking up expected due dates and thinking about how to announce to family and friends, of hoping and thinking that maybe you are actually pregnant - all followed by the two, three days leading up to your period where every trip to the bathroom has the potential to devastate. where every pms symptom is enough to set off a fresh round of tears until your period actually starts. i've stopped taking pregnancy tests early. the stark white negatives (or rude NO - on the digital tests) was too much for me to handle in my already hormonal, pms state.

it hasn't been a year, which makes me feel like i shouldn't be so upset already. on the other hand, my egg reserve is apparently incredibly low - that is, i'm rapidly running out of eggs, and who knows if the ones i've got are even any good. in three weeks we'll see a fertility specialist, and based on my extensive research and trolling on reddit and listening to podcasts, i'm fairly confident they're going to tell us it's IVF or bust.

because i'm running out of eggs, for reasons that might not exist, or might just be "sometimes things just suck for certain people." some people get a diagnosis of "unexplained infertility," which basically means the doctors have run every test and there's no reason you can't get pregnant. we aren't in that camp, we're likely in the "diminished ovarian reserve" camp. for reasons that are unexplained.

meanwhile, my best friend is pregnant, and i can't talk to her without crying.

we moved into a bigger house a year ago in preparation for kids. we got our finances in order, we made sure our marriage was solid, we planned - and now? we've always wanted two, maybe three. at this point i think we'll be lucky to get one. maybe i'm being pessimistic. i'm trying to be confident but also realistic. IVF doesn't work for everyone. even my clinic, which has the best numbers in the state, has a 63% success rate. sounds great, and it is - but that's 37% of couples who don't go home with a baby. nationally, the outcomes are something like 50ish% of IVF cycles will result in a live birth (they measure by both pregnancy and live birth, because even if you've managed to get pregnant, there's no guarantee you'll stay pregnant.)

today is a good day, by the way. today i can talk to my mom, i can call up our insurance, i can write this and be factual and calm and not crying. today i feel like we have a good chance, like we will end up with a take home baby. today i'm cleaning my house and looking up meal plans to increase my fertility. exercise regimens to help me get in shape to increase my fertility. tomorrow might be a bad day. bad days are when i can barely get off the couch, where i cry at the thought or mention of my fertility. where a tiktok of a dad and baby sends me spiraling. when it all feels fucking useless and unfair.

today is a good day. i don't know what tomorrow's going to be yet.

i've been isolating all summer, which isn't hard to do when most of my friends aren't local. but i find i don't want to be around anyone, really. i don't want to talk to people. i don't want to be asked how i'm doing, i don't want to be asked what's new or what i've been up to.

"i've been cleaning my house and trying to get pregnant and failing. last week i made a new recipe, and today i cried."

it's not an exciting life i'm leading these days. and anyway, no one wants to hear about fertility struggles.

it's not that i'm too stressed. i don't need to go on vacation, or get drunk and have sex, or relax and then i'll get pregnant. sure, i could use a vacation, but that's not the magic ticket. the problem isn't lack of sex. i have depression; the stress is always there, but that's why i see my therapist and my psychiatrist. that's why i take my meds and do my self-soothing shit.

i'm not pregnant because i'm just not. and hopefully the specialist will have a plan and hopefully that plan has a more than 30% chance of succeeding, and hopefully we get to bring a baby home - but today? today i'm not pregnant, and it's not a guarantee that i ever will be.

so even though today is a good day, i'm still really fucking sad.

but, you know. i'm trying to have hope.

that, too, is a cycle.

[lantur]

Recent listens: Traumazine and Good News by Megan Thee Stallion.

Recent reads: I'm almost done with Jade City, by Fonda Lee. It's been incredible. I haven't been pulled into a series so completely since The Poppy War trilogy. I'm excited to start Jade War soon!

Recent recipes: Pasta e fagioli (Once Upon a Chef), chicken adobo (Recipe Tin Eats), chana dal (Cook with Manali), rosemary roast potatoes (Ina Garten), Korean tacos (Natasha's Kitchen).

Recent good things:

I had a great time seeing @broomchickabroom and @northshoretragedyeagle over the weekend for cookies and cuddles with Westin. :)

Delicious homemade tea and coffee lattes

Watching The Mindy Project with Derek

Brushing Westin every morning, which makes him SO very happy

The thought that has persistently been on my mind for a month now is, "What's next?" I'm done writing my novel and am in the final design steps before release. I'm ready for my next major personal and professional goals, and I'm proud of the steps that I've taken to begin making those goals a reality.

Today I made an appointment with an OB-GYN so that she can help walk me (and Derek) through the questions and process associated with having a baby while also having PCOS (a hormonal condition that can impact fertility). The appointment isn't until March. It's going to be hard to wait to have all my questions answered, but I'll do my best.

I'm also in the exploratory early stages of applying to grad school for a MSW (masters in social work). My manager and mentor is extremely supportive of the idea and how it could help me in the 30+ years of career I have ahead of me.

For one reason or another (major depression, anticipatory grief, grief), I was truly in survival mode until I turned 31. I could only get through one day, one week, one month, at a time. It's only been in the very recent past - like, in the past few months - that I've realized I now have the capacity to plan for the long-term future. Not just next year, but next decade+. I had to examine what I wanted for myself. I wanted to open way more doors in my career. I wanted to be a mom. Now, I'm working on making that happen. :)

[delilahdoesthings]

Carly the Virgin

Read the full fic here

Like most situations Carly found herself in, this one was a complete accident.

Carly sat nervously in the waiting room, anxious for her name to be called. She was 23 years old and today would be her very first pap smear.

She sighed loudly. The woman two chairs over gave her a dirty look. Carly was not looking forward to this. She’d barely gotten any sleep last night, staying up late texting Beau plans for their second anniversary dinner in two weeks. Beau was planning a romantic candlelight dinner at his place and Carly couldn’t wait.

“Carly?” The medical assistant walked out. “The doctor will see you now.”

Carly followed her back into the exam room.

“Go ahead and change into this gown, the doctor will be by in just a moment.”

The door shut behind her, and Carly made quick work of changing. She sat on the table and closed her eyes just for a moment…

“Hi, Carly? Are you ready for your insemination?” Carly woke up with a start.

“What…yeah, sorry late night last night.” Carly yawned, and then frowned. “You aren’t Dr. Anderson.”

“Dr. Anderson is on her honeymoon, I’m covering for some of her patients.” The doctor explained. “My name is Dr. Puckett.”

“Oh okay.” Carly shrugged.

“Go ahead and lay back on the table, this will only take a minute.” Carly laid back, and true to Dr. Puckett’s word, the procedure was over just like that.

“Alright, you are all set. Go ahead and check back in a couple weeks.”

“Thank you, Dr. Puckett.” Carly said with a smile.

Two weeks later, Carly was on her way to work with her brother. Carly was a cocktail waitress at a local resort while her brother Spencer, who was an artist, doubled as a bartender.

“Anyway, so as I was saying.” Spencer said. “Socko bet me a hundred dollars I couldn’t do it but I did! It’s not my fault the light up sock tree sculpture caught on fire.”

Carly frowned. “Spencer, I don’t feel good.” Spencer put his hand to Carly’s forehead. “You don’t feel warm.”

“No like I’m gonna…” Carly’s eyes rolled back and she blacked out.

The next thing Carly knew, she was waking up in a room that felt too small, too cold. Spencer grabbed her hand. “Thank god you’re alright.” He said. “You’ve been out for a while.”

“What happened?”

“You passed out on the bus.” He said, pressing the call nurse button. The nurse came almost immediately.

“Welcome back to the land of the living.” The nurse joked, and handed Carly a cup. “We’re gonna need a sample from you in order to run some tests.”

“Okay.” Carly nodded. “Sounds fine.”

One hour later, a doctor walked in.

“Well, good news is we know what caused the fainting spell.” She said. “Congratulations, Carly. You’re pregnant.”

Carly burst into laughter. “No, no. I can’t be pregnant.” She said. “I’m a virgin.”

The doctor side-eyed Spencer. “Perhaps we should talk in private.”

“No, we don’t need to talk in private.” Carly insisted. “Maybe it’s a false positive!”

“False negatives are common. False positives are very rare.”

Carly began to hyperventilate. What was going on here? She knew she’d never had sex.

“Take a deep breath.” Spencer instructed. “Doctor, is there any possible way you could have mixed up the test results?”

“We label the samples as soon as we come into contact with them.” The doctor confirmed. “We can get you a list of resources, and I recommend making an appointment with an OB/GYN as soon as possible.”

“Oh I’m going to be making an appointment alright.” Carly said darkly as the doctor left the room. She pulled her phone from her purse.

“Hi, can I speak to Dr. Puckett? Oh, okay, can I leave a message…thank you….Hi, Dr. Puckett, it’s Carly Shay. I’m calling because I’m in the emergency room, and some doctor told me I’m pregnant, but that’s not possible. Please call me back as soon as you can. Thank you.” Carly hung up and put her face in her hands.

“You okay, Carls?” Spencer asked, placing one hand on his sister’s back.

“Do I look okay?” Carly snapped and immediately deflated. “I’m sorry. What is going on with me?! I can’t be pregnant, it’s not possible. Maybe I’m dying! Maybe I have some rare disease that-”

“Carly, enough.” Spencer said sternly. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, just try to relax. We can’t have you fainting again.”

“You’re right.” Carly pouted. “But when I get home I am definitely going to have another capri sun.”

Two hours later, Carly was sitting on her couch anxiously sipping her capri sun when Freddie walked in the door.

“Woah, that kind of day?” Freddie raised both his eyebrows.

“Don’t even get me started.” Carly rolled her eyes. “First I passed out on the bus, then I get to the hospital where some doctor lady tries to tell me I’m pregnant. Me. Pregnant!”

“But you’re a virgin!”

“Exactly!” Carly exclaimed. “Clearly there must be something seriously wrong with me.”

“Aaannnd I wouldn’t go that far.” Freddie shook his head. “There’s gotta be some explanation for this that doesn’t involve you literally dying.”  

“Hopefully Dr. Puckett will be able to sort this all out when I see her tomorrow.”

“Did you say Dr. Puckett?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s Pearl’s doctor. She just saw her a couple weeks ago.” Freddie said. “Huh. Weird coincidence.”

“Yeah, weird.” Carly shrugged.

The next day, Carly and Spencer were seated in Dr. Puckett’s office waiting for the doctor to join them.

“Thanks for coming with me.” Carly said. “I hope everything gets sorted out.”

“Me too.” Spencer said, squeezing her shoulder. “And quickly. I have a meeting with a mysterious millionaire benefactor whose commissions could make me super rich.”

Carly rolled her eyes just as Dr. Puckett walked in.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” The doctor said. “Now, let’s get down to business.”

“Right. Well, I was on the way to work yesterday when I passed out on the bus. I got to the emergency room where some crazy doctor tried to tell me I’m pregnant! Which I can’t be, because I’ve never had sex.”

“Okay.” Dr. Puckett. “The reason you received a positive pregnancy test would be because I accidentally artificially inseminated you two weeks ago.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Carly was dumbfounded. “Are you kidding me? Like, is this an actual joke?!”

“I’m afraid not.” Dr. Puckett replied. “But I can give you a prescription for some pills, and it’ll be like it never happened.”

“Oh except it won’t be.” Carly exploded. “Because I am going to sue your pants off.”  

Spencer stood up and grabbed Carly by the arm. “Okay, time to go.” He paused and glared at Dr. Puckett. “You’ll be hearing from her lawyer.”

Carly made it two steps out of the building before she burst into tears.

“Hey, hey.” Spencer wrapped his sister in a hug. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“No, it’s not!” Carly wailed. “What am I going to tell Beau?!”

“I mean…” Spencer hesitated. “You don’t have to tell him.”

Carly pulled away. “Are you crazy? He’s my boyfriend! I have to tell him!”

“Okay, well definitely make sure you do it before you head over there tonight, preferably with at least an hour’s notice.”

Carly narrowed her eyes. “That was oddly specific and kind of weird.”

“What, me? Oddly specific and kind of weird? It’s like you don’t know me at all!”

“What are you hiding?” Carly asked, crossing her arms.

“What?! I’m hiding nothing!” Spencer lasted about three seconds. “Okay, so maybe Beau is kind of…possibly… planningtoproposeandinvitedeveryoneyouknowtocomecelebrate…?”

“Can you repeat that, but slower this time.”

Spencer sighed. “Beau is planning to propose and invited all your friends and family to come celebrate. He even got Dad to come in from out of town.”

Carly’s jaw dropped. “Beau’s planning to propose?! But we’ve only been together two years!”

“That was…not the reaction I thought you’d have.” Spencer said as they sat down at the bus stop. “Look, you have a bigger problem on your hands. What are you going to do about the baby?”

“Please don’t call it the baby.” Carly begged. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around all this. Why on earth would Beau think it was a good idea to propose?!”

“Uh, maybe because you guys have been together for two years and he loves you?”

“That means nothing!”

“Okay, Carly, I really think you need to cut down on the capri suns.”

One hour later, Carly entered Freddie’s apartment unannounced to see him sitting on his couch, his head in his hands.

“Woah what’s wrong with you?” Carly asked, momentarily distracted from her own situation. It kicked her in the gut to see Freddie sad.

“You know how I set some sperm aside from when I got my vasectomy, just in case I changed my mind?” Freddie said. “Well, turns out Pearl stole my sample and artificially inseminated herself to try and fix our relationship. She just got back from the doctor, she’s not pregnant. And now our relationship is over.”

“I’m so sorry. But what are the odds?.” Carly snorted. “Because I just got back from the doctor. She artificially inseminated me on accident and now I’m pregnant.”

“That sucks.” They sat in silence for a few moments.

“Hey, wait a minute.” Carly said, standing up with her hand on her chest. “Didn’t you say Dr. Puckett was Pearl’s doctor too?”

“Yeah…” Freddie said slowly.

“And this would have happened two weeks ago.”

“Where are you going with th- oh.” Freddie stood up, eyes wide.

“Now you get it.”

“Oh my god.” Freddie said. “I’m the father.”

[jessi-arts]

Hi! Update since I haven't posted in a month!

Art block is pretty difficult rn, I barely have any art ideas or anything I start just looks bad and is not postable.

New posts are probably gonna be awhile because I just went to the ER today and found out I have an 8.6 cm ovarian cyst. I'm in extreme pain and they pretty much just sent me home without any pain meds and told me to set up an appointment with an ob gyn. I have an appointment scheduled for Tuesday but in the meantime I'm just kind of suffering :/

Anyway, there's a small little update! I hope you all have good day (*´ω｀*)

[eternitysoup]

Today, I did better at being active than I have in a while. One thing I remembered to do was charge my Fitbit, which I often forget to do. My goal is to avoid sitting for long periods of time, aiming for less than one hour at a time. Since I'm home most of the time, I believe this is achievable. I just need to walk around the townhome. (And be careful not to trip over one of my cats, lol.)

Despite feeling sore today, I pushed myself to move around and accomplish tasks. Tomorrow, I plan to work out again, focusing on my lower body instead of my upper body.

It's almost midnight now, I've just finished brushing my teeth. I finally restocked my mouthwash and have been using it. (I still need to remember to bring floss into the bathroom; it's something I keep forgetting.) I've also noticed that another part of my tooth feels strange, as if a piece has chipped off.

Unfortunately, it's towards the back of my bottom teeth, making it difficult to see any changes from the front. I worry that I might have waited too long to address my depression, and now my teeth may be beyond repair.

I still have all of my teeth, which I consider a blessing, even though they may not look the best. I hope to see a dentist this year, but I'm unsure if I should visit one before or after seeing an ob-gyn. Lately, my periods have been extremely difficult, accompanied by full-body sweats and vomiting. It's been quite challenging, and today, I even experienced some spotting, a week before my period is due to start.

Sex has also been very painful lately. It feels as though my body is sending me clear signals to have things checked out. I realize I haven't been to an ob-gyn since I had surgery on my cervix to remove cancer cells. I was supposed to go back for a follow-up appointment, but at the time, I was in an abusive relationship.

There's no excuse for not going in the last decade; my agoraphobic tendencies held me back. It's crucial for me to address my gynecological health and have my teeth examined. I also need to continue with my diet and exercise routine.

Besides all of my body's need, I must continue my spring cleaning efforts. I've asked my sister if she would buy me a vacuum from Amazon, and I'll pay her back next month. We need a vacuum specifically designed for carpets, as the small one we currently have doesn't work well for that. Hopefully, this is just a minor setback in my plan to make this townhome sparkle. I remain hopeful and committed to achieving my goals.

Anyway, it's time for me to head to bed. Wherever you are in the world, I wish you a good night. Just know that I'm rooting for you as well. Let's strive to accomplish great things during our time on this earth.

[robinruns]

🥴 I think we set a new record fellas. I have already reached the out of pocket that I will pay for the year for my insurance. My deductible isn't met yet, but my company pays the difference between our like old deductible and the new higher deductible that we had to take because SOME PEOPLE (me) were driving up the rates on the insurance by using so damn much of it!

(To be fair it probably wasn't all me with my therapy and chiropractor visits, but I mean, I didn't help any lol)

So now I'm thinking about scheduling my annual physical and then maybe asking for a consult with an ob/gyn on whatever they need to 1. Get my IUD out because it pulled the ladder up behind it 🙃 and B. Just take out everything down yonder. I don't want it. I don't need it. Someone else can have all of it, I don't care! I really don't wanna have any risks or concerns if things go sideways and we're suddenly in my least favorite book of all time. I'd potentially have to schedule all this around a procedure my mom will likely need as well. I'd probably try to aim for post-race season, but who knows. I should probably get my biannual derm appointment to get my skin checked out as well.

Today I had a facial and she did a bunch of extractions on my forehead, which made me feel like I needed to sneeze. Next week I have my optometrist and dentist appointments too, so I'm just gonna be getting all worked over. Oh and my therapist, who might be going on maternity leave any second now wants me to move up my psychiatrist appointment because I need to be reassessed for the good ol ADHDs.

Why is human maintenance so difficult? Why is it that I try to take care of myself and I just spiral into needing 10000 things fixed, whereas Kyle like hasn't been to the doctor in ages, has never been to an optometrist, chiropractor, or therapist, only recently started going to the dentist regularly, doesn't diet, doesn't work out, loses weight just by thinking about it like ?!?!?! His only problem is like an annual kidney stone.

Sigh. At least I don't have kidney stones (knock on wood)

[dangerously-human]

Took a last-minute half day today, because I realized that with this doctor's appointment being an hour away, and knowing that my appointments with her always run a little long, and with a happy hour after work to get to, there was no way I could actually flex my hours honestly. In retrospect, I should have taken the entire day off. With driving included, this was a five-hour venture. They were running really behind, and then I was left waiting for all my post-visit paperwork for ages, and the appointment did go long, because I added a med check of sorts and the response was basically, "Oh, yeah, those should have worked way better, you need a bunch more testing to figure out if there's something else going on." Pretty much the standard. This ob-gyn is amazing, so I don't mind it taking my whole day, but now I'm going to be late for happy hour (I would skip it if I could, but I like the coworker that's leaving) and only be able to drop in briefly before turning around and hopping back on the subway to go home, because I've got half of a half day still to finish, and I'd like to go to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour. Boo.