#love this trope

[shhhsecretsideblog]

We were in a restaurant, purposely going there while you’re in labor (water already broke) because we wanted to do a public birth. We played along as you continue to labor.

Soon enough, you told me that you need to push. I was excited to see you give birth into that tight jeans of yours, but I say to you: “Don’t push… not yet.”

I’d done so well, keeping my labouring noises to a minimum, as we sat in a booth at a mediocre restaurant chain. When we arrived you waited politely for me to take a seat first then, instead of sitting opposite, you sit down next to me on the leather covered bench. No doubt wanting a front row view of what was to come.

The music played loudly over the speakers, accompanied by the excited chatter of patrons drinking and laughing on a casual night out, completely aware of our current situation. There was barely any room with us both sat on the same cushioned bench, my swollen pregnant body squished between the wall and your body.

As the contractions ramped up I began to rock forward and back, desperate to alleviate the pressure building in my hips as our baby’s head sunk deeper into the bowl of my pelvis. I clamped my mouth shut to muffle my involuntary groaning as the waves relentlessly crashed through my whole body. Your hands were soft and supportive, rubbing my aching back, squeezing my thigh or holding my hands. And yet, your body did not move from the seat, keeping me trapped in the corner of the bustling restaurant.

The waiters gave me concerned looks as I became more and more sweaty and dishevelled with every visit to our table, but your reassuring smile and friendly tone seemed to put a stop to the staff making any comments of my wellbeing.

I managed to last through the starters and main course, but as we ordered desserts I was starting to struggle. The heavy weight pressing down in my hips was getting more urgent, the skull of the baby’s head widening my cervix and squeezing through the birth canal. Even with the soft elastic of my maternity jeans, my belly felt tight and constricted. The pain of the contractions starting to make me nauseous.

The grunt that rattled my throat was uncontrollable as the latest cramp squeezed everything down.

“Nngh— I think I need to push…” I panted, gripping the edge of the wooden table, trying to breathe through the instinctive urge to bear down.

“Don’t push… not yet.” You grumbled against the shell of my ear, holding one hand possessively on the top curve of my contracting belly.

The waiter came over with our desserts but I could barely look up, solely focussed on not giving into the pressure. You took the plates with our desserts, ordered another beer, and rubbed my back in a casual affectionate way.

I whimpered against the raging spasms rippling my belly. I needed to move, my legs needed to be wider, the baby was coming down… coming out. The noise of the restaurant faded into the background as my grunting occupied my senses. Another contraction contorted my belly, shifting and squeezing everything inside. Oh fuck, I couldn’t last much longer—

“I can’t h-hold it… I have to push…. Mnghhhh!!”

Before you could react I was bearing down against the weight in my womb, giving in to instincts and the primal urge to birth.

“No!” You snapped, quickly moving your hand from your beer to between my open legs under the table. Your palm covered the crotch of my jeans and it was clear from the look in your eyes that the hand was going to stay for a while. “Okay… you’ve done so well sweetheart. You can push now if you want.”

I knew it was futile, I knew your immovable hand was blocking its exit, but I couldn’t stop myself from bearing down, pushing against the large mass of the baby sitting just behind my lips.

“That’s it. Push for me darling.” You smirked, feeling the baby bulging in my jeans, knowing it wouldn’t get very far with your hand and my jeans in the way.

~ ko-fi ☕️ ~

[pg-sk]

They are so in love, I'm sick

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

Favourite Tropes:

Alchemy of Souls

Extraordinary You

Moon in the Day

[situationship but the situation is that our souls are forever intertwined and we are destined to find each other in every universe]

[macncheeseisgod]

I love games, movies, TV shows, and really any kind of media that make you think you have the whole story right off the bat, cut and dry all the puzzle pieces are there and there is nothing to solve. However as you Delve deeper into the story, characters, symbolism, you realize some of the pieces don't fit together, something this character said contradict what another was saying or what's reveal in a another scene to be false or grossly misunderstood whether by you or a different character basically the math isn't adding up.

So you keep digging

And as you dig deeper, and deeper

You realized you never had the slightest idea of what's going on,

You didn't even have a single piece

Didn't even open the puzzle

You were still staring at the picture on the box still sealed

And now that's it all laid out in front of you

Its just wow

[part-time-zombie]

I really love it when I'm reading intrulogical fics/headcanons and it has remus bringing up some dark/disturbing fact and logan responds with enthusiasm and intrigue

Like it'll be remus saying something like "did you know that baby sharks cannibalize their siblings before they're even born?" and logan just lights up and replies with "oh and sharks also enjoy listening to death metal because the vibrations from the music imitates the sound of struggling and dying prey"

Just the idea of both of these guys finally getting a chance to discuss weird/morbid information to someone who will find this just as enjoyable and they share their theories and findings and simply get to be excited about their interests again

Plus its always fun imagining the other sides overhearing logan and remus talk about how apparently over half of the bones in your whole body are found in your hands and feet, the whole time smiling, while the others try to cope with their "fun" facts

[spicypussywave]

We got 2 injury tending scenes

from both brothers

in the same episode!

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[pierregazly]

kiss me, coachella ꨄ charles leclerc

lit up heaven in me. the feeling won't let me sleep. 'cause i’m lost in the way you move, the way you feel. one kiss is all it takes, fallin' in love with me.

thank you for celebrating with me 🫶🏻

[emirinart]

[devoted-assassin]

Characters who try their hardest not to care about others, but oh god they care, they care so much that it hurts, but it’s their nature, as rough around the edges as they may be.

[ruleofleft]

Fuse and BloodHound are actually  engaged already Fuse just doesn’t know it

In the time they have been together several people in the village have gotten married, while Hound was explaining it to Walter he would listen but would just be thinking about how much he loves to hear them talk.

When he accepted the pick from Hound he was acknowledging their engagement 

@tanukibby and I have alot of feeling about this 😆 thank you for all the new HC I have now

[boopedbylucio]

sketching stuff cuz I keep thinking about how Jamie probably rants about the dumbest things to Lucio all the time

[sm-writes-chaos]

Y’know what’s the worst? When a multi pov book stops showing one characters perspective when they’re in danger. The tension! the suspense! Almost unbearable but a genius move by the author. I hate it and hope to use it someday.

[chocor0se]

possessive character (ex: “You belong to me” or “No one else can have you)<<<<being jealous but not knowing it/why (ex: “I should be happy for them..but i feel so upset” or “I just want to make sure they’re in a happy relationship!! Jealous? I’m not jealous!! Am I?”)

[precure-stuff]

Heartbreaking. Her idol is alive and right there...but as a monster

[skipppppy]

I think she’d respect his methodology