#maybe because she got three extra days for being pregnant

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cozy little birthday for our heir. welcome to adulthood thomasin flores!

[forgeofthenine]

Omg in the last few posts you were talking about heat as in temperature but my brain registered it as something COMPLETELY different and it got me thinking…

What if tieflings had some kind of a heat cycle and they get extra sensitive and desperate because of it?? I can imagine Zevlor and Rolan being super embarrassed or nervous to bring it up, maybe Dammon’s more chill about it but still extra needy

So, this has absolutely been a passing thought in my mind and as soon as this request came in I knew I just had to push it to the front of my request queue, purely for my own mental health lol

Gotta admit, I'm a fan of omegaverse dynamics and I actually looked a little into irl animal biology and mating behaviour to get a better feel for what I think tieflings would be the most like. So this has both general headcanons and some NSFW headcanons for the individual bachelors

You probably didn't expect quite this much (over a thousand words of tief content) when requesting but this had me in a chokehold, I hope everyone enjoys <3

TW: NSFW under the cut, very heavy breeding kink, overstimulation, alpha/omega adjacent dynamics

Tiefling NSFW heat and rut headcanons

General

So, I feel like once all tiefs reach sexual maturity they'll start to either have heats or ruts, depending on their biology

Anyone with female biology will have a heat, and I feel like they'd have heats similar to cats but with a slightly longer time between heats

So generally they'd have a heat every two to three months or so unless they're pregnant or have other health issues

For the ones with male biology they'd definitely have a rut

They'd follow similar patterns to the women, but it's not unusual for some tieflings to have longer stretches between their ruts if they don't have a partner

A single tiefling that isn't particularly sexually active might only go into rut once or twice a year

I do think a male tiefling could prematurely go into rut if exposed to a females heat, and couples that have been together for a while will sync up

They have pretty typical heat and rut behaviours with nesting, possessiveness, and a pretty undeniable breeding kink

Nesting, possessiveness, and general mood shifts tend to start setting in during pre-heats and pre-ruts

Pre-heats and pre-ruts can last two to five days, and a full heat and rut can last anywhere from two days to a full week depending on the individual

In saying that, having a partner can definitely shorten both heats and ruts, so single tieflings working through things by themselves will have longer heats or ruts

Heats and ruts can also become more painful the longer they go on without the relief of a sexual partner

Tieflings can tell when others are in heat and rut mostly through pheromones, but a female tieflings tail will also involuntarily lift when she's in pre-heat/heat and around a male

I wonder if I should go so far as to headcanon that they have knots, I did already give them all ridged dicks

Dammon

If you and Dammon aren't dating then he'll be much more shy about his ruts

He basically disappears from his forge and the public for a few days and then comes back as if nothing happened

Once you start dating him is when you find out why he pulls the disappearing act

Dammon is actually very open about it now you're both together and have already been intimate

Blushes slightly while trying to explain some of the more physical, primal aspects

Would flush even more if you tell him you find the whole thing incredibly attractive

The next time he has his rut, you're the only person allowed to see him, and he really is a sight

Naked and tangled in his sheets, all flushed and tense, undeniably hard as he palms himself while looking over at you

Even the way he strips you of your clothing is different, he just about rips it off you as he kisses and nips down your neck and chest

While Dammon is usually one to take his time with making you feel good when he's in rut the only thing on his mind is getting to cum

Though even in his hazy mind frame he still makes sure you're comfortable the whole time

Even a near sex crazed and highly hormonal Dammon is still a very caring partner

You know he's going to bend you in half as he fucks you, he just loves how good you look underneath him like that

Breeding kink go brrrr

This man always fucks like he's trying to breed you but it's off the charts when he's in rut

I hope you're ready to be fucked within an inch of your life because his refractory period ceases to exist

Absolutely watches as he pulls out of you and some of him cum leaks out because he's stuffed you so full

Dammon praises you so well too, you can not shut up this man and his dirty talk

"That's it gorgeous, you take my cock so well."

"You gonna make me a daddy, darling? 'm gonna knock you up, full you up with my cum."

Once his rut dies down enough, he'll scoop you up for a bath

There is no way you could stand after the way this man just wrecked you-

Dammon takes very good care of you, and then you do it all again the next day

Zevlor

Whether you're dating Zevlor or not, he's your personal wealth of knowledge on everything tiefling

So what do you do when a book you read mentions 'the times of year and conditions unique to tieflings' and doesn't explain it?

You go and find your favourite paladin

Zevlor is so embarrassed, dating or not, explaining to you how tiefling heats and ruts work

Can't even keep his eyes on you

When you two are dating and you realise you didn't see him at all yesterday, it's time to go hunting for the man

You have an idea of what might be going on but nothing prepares you for what you find

Much like Dammon, you find him tangled in his bed sheets desperately trying to get himself off

He lets out the sexiest groan when he sees you standing there

He's the gentlest of the three while working through his rut

Even then, Zevlor is noticeably rougher with you than usual

Has you in a missionary position, his whole body pressed to yours as he pants in your ear and thrusts into you

Zevlor can't keep his hands off you when he's in rut, they're all over your hips and chest and giving light tugs to your hair

He gives into the primal need to mark you too, it's the only time he'll give you hickeys

Breeding kink: the sequel

Absolutely tells you he's going to breed you, and fucks you like he means it

Doesn't even think as he uses his hands and tail to spread your legs so he can fuck you deeper

Zevlor loves to look at the way you tremble every time he fills you with cum, using his fingers to help you get off at the same time

Even while he's trying to find his own relief, he makes sure to make you cum so many times you end up overstimulated and about to cry from the pleasure

Definitely has you cockwarm him as the two of rest, the thought of you keeping his seed so deep in you until it takes just gets him going again

You'll know he's ready for another round when Zevlor starts grinding himself into you again

When the worst of his rut is over he gives you the best massages

Apologises so profusely too the first few times you help him through his rut, even if you tell him how much you like it

Rolan

There is no way Rolan is ever telling you anything about heats and ruts

Absolutely forbidd his siblings from mentioning it too, he's just way too embarrassed for you to know

Even when you guys are dating he just locks himself away in his tower for a week while he works through it and recovers

This man will not tell you anything

And then he forgets to lock the door

As soon as you open it you're met with the sight of a whiney, teary eyed Rolan trying to get off by grinding against a pillow in desperation

Unlike with the other two, there's no clear 'top' when you're with Rolan during his rut

He loves having you ride him until he sees stars just as much as he wants to bend you over his desk until everyone else in Ramaziths tower can hear you scream

Rolan loves hearing you when he's in rut

Yell his name, tell him that you belong to him, tell him how good he fucks you, say he looks so pretty when you ride him-

He loves all of it so much

He's also the one that bites you the hardest, expect him to draw at least a little bit of blood by accident

Breeding kink: the trilogy

Rolan isn't letting you leave the room unless he's knocked you up

Absolutely puts a fertility spell on you by brushing his hand over your lower belly and murmuring the words

He also refuses to pull out unless it's to change positions, and if any cum leaks out of you he'll push it back in with his fingers

Overstimulation is the name of the game with Rolan, he wants you both overstimulated and crying and completely fucked out

This man believes in equality and we love him for it

The youngest of the tiefling bachelors and definitely the most pent up, it'll take all day before he calms down enough for the two of you to rest

When things do calm down, after he makes sure you're both clean and fed, Rolan wraps you up with him in his bed and will read to you

It's his own personal flavour of aftercare, cuddling and reading your favourite book as he makes sure you're comfortable and happy

And it all starts over when you wake up the next morning with him hard as a rock against your ass

[archangeldyke-all]

Idk I get a lot of strange (or not) thoughts

pregnant Sevika...

OKAY LETS GIVE LITTLE FUCKER A LITTLE FRIEND HEHEHEHE

(don't ask me how sevika got pregnant by reader when reader's already been pregnant by sevika-- they're both trans, or it's piltover tech, or sev and reader have found the strap that gets u pregnant-- idk u pick)

men and minors dni

sevika is three months pregnant before either of you realize.

little fucker was relatively planned and expected. and after your baby is brought into the world-- you and sevika kinda figured that that was it.

one baby is plenty. and little fucker is a handful. and your birth was complicated enough that the doctors told you the chances of you being pregnant again were pretty unlikely. and both you and sevika are getting older.

so neither of you even consider that sevika could be pregnant when she starts getting sick in the mornings.

for the longest time, you're both convinced that little fucker's brought a germ home from kindergarten-- a germ that sevika just can't shake.

when she eating more, when she starts putting weight on around her middle, you just assume it's because it's getting to be winter. sevika's weight always fluxes throughout the seasons-- she's always putting on a few extra pounds of padding before the winter, it's only natural...

sure, it's a little weird that most of the weight she's gaining is in her stomach instead of on her thighs like usual, but she's getting older, and metabolisms and bodies change as they age! right??

you don't figure it out until little fucker pats sevika's swollen stomach one evening, giggling before blinking up at her mom. "are you growing a baby in here mommy?"

you laugh from where you're spooning your daughter-- but you quickly start to sputter at the look of shock and realization on sevika's face.

you sit up in little fucker's bed, raising your eyebrows as you study your wife. sevika's looking at you with wide eyes. "b-babe..." she whispers.

you both launch out of your daughter's bed, little fucker squealing with laughter as you scoop her up in your arms and shove your shoes and jackets on-- all three of you sprinting to the car and speeding to the nearest pharmacy. your daughter has no idea what her moms are freaking out about-- she's just happy to be on an adventure past her bedtime.

as you drive, sevika panics in the passenger's seat.

"i can't be-- i-i just started menopause!" she says. you chuckle.

"did you, though?" you ask. "you're still in your forties, babe. that's young for menopause... maybe the hotflashes and cramps and cravings and lack of periods were all--"

"oh my fucking god!" sevika groans.

"bad word, mommy!" little fucker squeals in the backseat.

the test is positive, because of course it is.

this isn't the biggest shock, though. that comes a few days later, when you take her in for her first ultrasound.

you're both anxious and stressed-- excited for another baby in your house and worried about how you'll be able to balance having two kids; worried about sevika being pregnant so late in life; trying to figure out how much another kid is going to cost-- the usual concerns.

and then the doctor gasps.

"what?!" you ask, grabbing sevika's hand in yours.

you've only known she's pregnant for a few days, but your protective instincts have already kicked into high gear. you understand now why sevika couldn't keep her hands off of you when you were carrying little fucker. that's your baby in there.

"uh, well... you're having twins!" the doctor says, smiling at you.

you blink rapidly, shocked; and sevika bursts into hysterical, tired laughter.

for a while, you're both too stressed to be excited about your rapidly expanding family.

but you figure it out eventually.

silco and vander are thrilled-- they've been trying to push their multiple kids agenda on the two of you for years now-- and they come over all the time, dragging their kids (all teenagers now) with them, helping you prepare your house for two more babies.

other parents at little fucker's school start lending you and sevika old baby strollers and clothes and bottles, giving you slightly sympathetic looks when they find out you're going to be having two babies at the same time.

in the end, what manages to push you over the brink from 'hesitant and anxious' to 'excited and ready' is little fucker's reaction.

you and sevika sit her down one night, sevika five and a half months pregnant but looking closer to eight, and you gently explain to her that your family's going to be growing soon-- that she's going to be a big sister.

little fucker bursts into tears of joy and excitement, reaching forward to gently pet her mommy's belly blinking up at both of you with watery eyes. "th-there's babies in here?" she asks, grinning.

sevika bursts into tears at her reaction, and you giggle, wrapping your crying girls up into a hug.

"there's two babies in there, and they're so excited to meet you, baby." you whisper, pressing a kiss to her head.

your daughter takes to feeding her mom treats constantly, saying she wants her baby siblings to get to taste chocolate cake, or cookies, or her gummy worms. sevika loves it.

little fucker also becomes insanely protective of her mommy sev, constantly rubbing her swollen belly with her tiny hand, bringing her glasses of water, her little feet thumping around the house as she sprints to and from the living room to bring sevika the pillows she needs to lay down comfortably.

sevika's pregnancy is about as healthy as a mid forties, twin pregnancy can be. which is to say; she's uncomfortable and sore all the fucking time; but she's got no serious complications or symptoms.

her cravings are hilarious. usually, sevika loves a rich, hearty meal-- a meat in some sauce or gravy, poured over rice or noodles. she usually likes spice and citrus and bold flavors.

but now she's pregnant, and more than anything else in the world, sevika just wants to eat plain, white bread. she doesn't even want, like, a freshly baked loaf. she wants the cheap stuff, the kind you can smush into a ball in your hand.

she eats like a loaf of the stuff a day-- not even toasted, no butter or jelly or peanutbutter on top-- just the plain, white bread.

it's that and sour cream. not greek yogurt-- it has to be sour cream. sevika eats it like ice cream.

the biggest challenge sevika faces is learning to let go and let you and little fucker care for her.

she's so used to being the protector-- the one who takes care of things. it's how she shows her love. she feels useless when she's too round to even get off the couch.

you make an effort to remind her that love goes both ways. and that she's showing you how much she loves you each and every day, even when she's just sitting around and farting-- she's growing your children inside of her.

you make an effort for both of you to spend one-on-one time with little fucker. you don't want her to feel left behind as you anticipate her siblings.

sevika takes her on nightly walks to the little corner shop down the street to get herself moving and spend time with her baby, buying her candy or chips or soda once they arrive.

little fucker is adorably patient with her mom-- waiting for her to catch her breath after walking a block or two, holding her hand the entire way to and from the shop, waiting patiently each time sevika has to stop at a local business to pee.

you've been taking your daughter to the local pet store, wanting to get her a companion that is hers and hers alone-- something she won't have to share with her siblings.

she decides she wants a frog. you both spend your evenings curled in her bed, reading about frog-pet care, and how to assemble a frog's enclosure, and how many times a day to feed it and clean it.

and then, when you're both ready and educated, you take her to the store and buy her her very first pet.

she's thrilled.

she names the frog 'sissy'-- so excited to be a big sister that she's decided the frog is her sibling as well.

you and sevika check in on her that night and find her curled around the glass tank the frog lives in, sleeping soundly.

when the babies come, little fucker goes to silco's house while you and sevika go to the hospital.

you've never been more in love with sevika in your entire life than you are in that moment, watching her give birth to not one, but both of your children.

her delivery is fast. she nearly gives birth in the car ride to the hospital. while you planned on sevika getting an epidural-- by the time they got her in the hospital gown, the first baby was already crowning.

it's a blessing and a curse-- sevika's in a lot of pain but it's over almost as fast as it began.

and afterwards, you crawl into bed beside your wife, holding her and wiping her tears away. "you're the most important, amazing thing that's ever happened to me." you whisper. sevika sniffles, smiling at you. "fuck, thank you so much, baby." you say, kissing her forehead.

the doctors hand you each one of your babies, and you and sevika burst into tears at the exact same moment.

identical sisters; both so much tinier than little fucker was from being squished together inside their mommy; both grumpliy scrunching their faces at the new lights and sounds they've been bombarded with.

"oh my god." you sob.

sevika's got her face buried against your neck, one of her babies held to her chest. "they're fucking perfect." she cries.

they have sevika's nose, sevika's lips, sevika's beautiful eyes. you should've known that your genes didn't stand a chance against sevika's after little fucker came out looking like her twin. "they're gorgeous." you sob.

they look so fucking familiar, like you've known them your entire life even though you just laid eyes on them.

it isn't until little fucker comes sprinting into the hospital, jinx and silco trailing behind her with takeout from sevika's favorite restaurant, that you realize why your babygirls look so familiar.

she crawls into the hospital bed between you and sevika, gasping and gently reaching out to touch her baby sisters, tears welling up in her big eyes as she gasps. "they look like me." she whispers.

it hits you then-- and she's exactly right. even more than their mommy sev-- your new baby girls look like your first baby girl.

sevika bursts into tears as it hits her, and little fucker giggles, kissing her mom's cheek, then gently bending forward to kiss her sisters' foreheads.

you wrap your family up in your arms, squeezing as tight as you can with a newborn in your grasp, and something deep inside of you settles.

"how are we supposed to tell 'em apart?" your daughter asks. sevika giggles.

"look, i already figured it out." she whispers. "this one with the freckle? she bit my boob when i was feeding her, so she's my 'baby shithead.'"

you groan and gently elbow your wife as she and little fucker burst into laughter at the nickname.

"what about this one?" little fucker asks, pointing at the baby in your arms.

"she pooped all over the nurses when they were cleaning her up. she's my 'baby stinkybutt.'" sevika says.

little fucker's squealing with laughter, and sevika's smiling so big and bright that you think you might go blind with it.

you sigh, and wrap all your girls up in your arms one more time. you don't ever want to let go.

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I think I read it somewhere... I can't remember where, maybe I didn't and I'm just imagining but...

What do you think about Matty (any au but most probably flatmate) like keeping some clothes from 2013/2014/2015, trying them on now a days and being emotional about how the pants don't fit anymore for example? or how some shirt still smells like certain moments

Just an idea ofc, you can ignore me it or change it you want

i think this happens when you're pregnant with phoebe, your little surprise baby - yeah, you have a room that you can do up as her bedroom, but it's currently used as an extra wardrobe/storage facility for everything you and matty brought with you from your parents' houses when you left the flat (which, coincidentally, is where a lot of the stuff in the spare room will be going). an entire weekend is cleared to get the room emptied and painted, and you and matty and your older daughters have a lot of fun going through the boxes and deciding what can be kept and what can go - matty's more of a hindrance than the literal three year old in the room, though, stopping every half a second to be like "oh, i like this! i forgot i had it! maybe i should keep it", and it exasperates you to no end lmfao. tbf, a lot of cool old clothes you're keeping for the girls when they get a bit older (elena wailed when you went to throw out the red dress you wore at your uni grad ball back in manc and made you keep it for her, despite the fact she is literally three, and matty wailed because "you looked so beautiful that night and i wish i could've gone with you but i was too stupid to tell you i loved you" lol), but there are some that have just GOT to go to the charity shop. matty's particularly distressed about parting with an old pair of black jeans he genuinely last wore in the year of our lord 2016; he attempts to try them on because "it's fine. they'll be fine. i'll wear them again", and then has the audacity to be bemused when they don't go past his thighs and upset when you say "well, yeah, baby, it's been a decade. both our bodies have changed lol", so you have to cuddle him and quietly reassure him like "and that's alright. you think i'm the hottest i've ever been, and i think that about you too. seriously. hot dad healy is my favourite. and let's be honest - the skinny jeans were a nightmare for us to take off, anyway". he agrees with that, and laughs, and nods like "you're right. and i also think that i'm the hottest i've ever been", cackling when you're like "well let's not take it to narcissist levels, babe"; still, he keeps his shirt off when he's painting the room the next day "just so you have a nice view, babe", which to be honest you're not annoyed about in the slightest lmao. he's very silly. but you love him <3

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1963 - Part 1

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“Every month I keep hoping I’ll have different news for you two,” Doctor Simmons sighed, “unfortunately, I have the same news. Beverly still isn’t with child.”

“We’ve been trying for five months, we’ve been doing everything you’ve said. Beverly drinks the teas, she lays with her legs up after we’re done, I don’t know what else we can do.” Robert was exasperated at this point. He was squeezing his wife’s hand, desperately trying not to let any tears escape his eye ducts.

“You two have exhausted all natural remedies, so I think it’s time we consider IVF.”

Beverly’s eyes widened, and she squeezed Robert’s hand back. She looked at him, panicked.

“Beverly is terribly afraid of needles.”

“You don’t need to decide on anything right now. Take these pamphlets and look over the information. If you two want to have a baby of your own, then this may be the next step.”

“We’ll look it over and have an answer by our next appointment.”

Robert and Beverly are silent on the drive home from the doctor’s office. They’re silent on their way back into their home. Beverly goes right to the kitchen to get started on dinner. Robert comes up next to her and puts her hand over hers.

“We should read the literature on IVF.” He said.

“I have friends who have done it, and all it has done is make their hormones crazy, and not in a fun way. I really don’t want to, Robert. I’ve done everything else, please don’t make me do this.”

“It feels like sometimes I’m the only one who wants to have a baby.”

“How could you say something like that to me? If I’m infertile-“

“You’re not, though. Doctor Simmons has run every type of blood test on you.”

“I know, I was there when the nurse was drawing it after you accused me of secretly taking birth control pills.”

“Well, with how apprehensive you were about having your diaphragm removed, I had to make sure you weren’t doing any self-sabotage.”

“Maybe I’m not getting pregnant because my body knows you don’t trust me.”

“I do trust you, you just weren’t exactly thrilled to start trying.”

“You sprung it on me, I was surprised. We never really discussed having kids before we got married.”

“Sweetheart, why would two people get married if not to have kids?” He chuckled.

“That’s not why I married you. I married you because I love you and I want to be with you.”

“I love you and want to be with you too. But if I hadn’t wanted kids, we could have just shacked up in an apartment in the city. I bought us a house in the suburbs so you could keep house and raise our kids. You like being a housewife, you’ve told me as much.”

“I do. I like making your meals and keeping things tidy, but I also like my free time. I like to go have brunch with the other ladies, and I like going to the library to check out new film analysis journals, and I like being able to go to the movies in the middle of the day. Having a baby means I can’t do those things anymore. At least, not until it’s old enough to go to school. That’s five solid years I’d be putting on hold. And within that five years, I could have at least two more kids. So, now I’m thirty-one with three kids under the age of five, and oh yeah, I’ll still be expected to keep the house clean and cook all your meals and pleasure you even though everything between my legs will feel like sandpaper.”

Robert eyes his wife, then puckers his lips in thought. “Is that how you’ve really been feeling? You haven’t said a word.”

“I didn’t want to disappoint you. You’re not easy to talk to these days. Every time I reach for my clip-belt for my sanitary napkins, I can see you watching with such sadness in your eyes. Motherhood is scary. My friends tell me these horror stories about childbirth. Their husbands barely take a week off from work to be home with them and the baby. So, we’re expected to push these kids out, then get up the next day and get back to our usual routines.”

“Beverly, you’re worried about things women have been doing since the beginning of time. Don’t be such a child. The fear of needles I can understand, but the fear of being a mother makes no sense. I know you and your mother have a strained relationship, but that doesn’t mean history will repeat itself.” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “If we’re not pregnant by our next appointment with Doctor Simmons, then I would like us to start IVF. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Good.” He looked at the ingredients on the counter and grimaced. “I don’t want meatloaf tonight, make something else instead.”

“Yes, dear.”

“I’m gonna go to my office, have a beer, and listen to the ball game. Let me know when dinner is on the table.”

“Yes, dear.”

Robert smiled, grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and walked out of the kitchen. Beverly took a deep breath and rummaged through her cabinets to see what else she could possibly whip up for dinner. It needs to be something heavy enough that Robert won’t feel like making love before bed. Beverly doesn’t have it in her to put on a performance tonight.

**

Most people get married to have kids. Beverly married Robert because she loved him. He wanted to take care of her. But when the honeymoon phase ended, and he stopped saying thank you to her for all of the things she did to take care of him, she grew resentful. She never let on about it. Robert didn’t need to know how she really felt. Opening up the way she did the day prior wasn’t normal. Things had been good between them for a long time. Beverly didn’t mind stepping into the role of a stay-at-home wife. She was college educated, but it wasn’t like she’d ever be able to carry a position in the profession of her desire. And since she didn’t want to be a schoolteacher or a nurse, Robert asked her to stay home to tend to the house he had bought for them.

At twenty-three, she really hadn’t minded. They met in college, as so many young couples do, and it was love at first sight. Their courtship was disgustingly romantic, and their wedding was a dream come true. The honeymoon phase was so sickly sweet. Beverly enjoyed making breakfast for Robert before he left for work. She enjoyed sending him on his way. She had the whole day to herself. She’d tend to her various gardens, and she’d make sure the house was clean. She’d meet up with friends for brunch. She did everything a good wife was supposed to do.

At twenty-six, Beverly feels like she’s on autopilot. She can’t help but wonder if the reason why older couples have designated sex nights is because the wives must need the six days in between to psych themselves up. She also can’t help but wonder if this is why so many older couples opt for twin beds that can be pushed together or pulled apart.

And it’s not that Beverly doesn’t want kids, she thinks it could be fun, but she’s petrified of essentially raising a child by herself. Robert will stroll in from work, bounce the baby on his knee for all of two minutes, and call it a night. She’s scared for all the reasons she tried to explain the day prior. Robert also didn’t give Beverly a choice five months ago…

“I was thinking of maybe enrolling in graduate school.” Beverly brought up one morning over breakfast. Robert had nearly choked on his toast. “I know what you’re thinking, but you wouldn’t have to pay for a thing. They have stipends for students. I could teach while I learn.”

“I thought you didn’t want to teach.”

“I didn’t want to teach children, but something about having high level discussions with college students makes teaching sound like fun. I miss being in school.”

“What’s the point of a graduate degree in film and media? It’s not like you can do anything with it.”

“A graduate degree could lead to a doctorate, and I could keep teaching. I know female professors are few and far between, especially in the world of film, but it is possible.”

“So, you want to be a career woman, is that what you’re saying?”

“Not exactly. Classes wouldn’t take up all my time. I’d still be able to cook and clean and do everything I’m doing now. Except now when I go to the library, I’ll be doing schoolwork instead of reading for leisure.”

“Seems like you have it all figured out already.”

“Well, I wanted to show you I had thought it all through, that I was serious. You got your graduate degree. If you hadn’t, we never would have met.”

“Exactly. What if some older professor comes on to you? You’d have no way to protect yourself.”

“Oh, Robert, I’ve gone this long without something horrible happening to me on a college campus, I think I’d be fine. Besides, all I’d need to do is show off the lovely rings on my finger.” She grinned. “No one would mess with a married woman whose husband can afford a diamond like this.”

“Did you already sign up for a course?”

“Of course not. I wanted to speak with you first.”

“Good.” He finished his breakfast. “Let me think on it.”

“Alright. Anything in particular you want for dinner tonight?”

“Actually, I was thinking we could go out tonight. I wanted to take you somewhere nice.”

“Oh? For what?”

“Does a husband need a reason to treat his wife to a romantic evening?”

“No.” She giggled. “I’m just excited at the prospect of a spontaneous date night. I’ll pick out a dress I haven’t worn in a while, so it feels like new.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” He stood and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll call you before I leave work, so you’ll know when to expect me.”

“Okay, have a good day, dear.”

Beverly was excited. A night out was a positive sign. Robert wouldn’t take her out just to give her bad news. He was going to say yes to her going back to school.

The restaurant Robert took Beverly to was ritzy. He danced with her, ordered an expensive bottle of wine, and kissed on her shoulder and neck while he sat next to her in their booth. That sickly sweet feeling Beverly thought might be gone was sparking again. When the cheesecake came out, they fed each other bites. It was adorable.

“Are you having a good time tonight?” He asked.

“Yes, this has been such a wonderful evening. Thank you for taking me here.”

“You’re welcome, Bev.” He put his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze. “I’ve been thinking about a lot of things lately, and our conversation this morning was the kick in the pants I needed, so I’m really glad you brought up graduate school.”

“I’m glad it was a positive conversation.” She smiled. “What’s been on your mind?”

“I think it’s time we started trying for a baby.” All of the color drained from Beverly’s face, but her smile never wavered. She couldn’t let on how disappointed she was. “You’re clearly bored with the amount of free time on your hands. I know school seemed like a fun thing to do to pass the time, but I think we’ve waited long enough. We’ll be married almost four years soon, I think we know what we’re doing in the bedroom by now. So, next week, I’m taking you to the doctor to have your diaphragm removed-“

“You called my doctor about something like that?”

“I know it’s a bit awkward, but it’s not a secret that you have one. I went with you when you got it, I should be with you when you have it taken out.”

“Robert…I don’t like that it feels like you’re not giving me a choice. What if I’m not ready?”

“It’s not that you don’t have a choice, I’m just stating that it’s time. You take care of me just fine, you’ll be a great mother. This is what I would rather you do than go back to school. Besides, think of the fun we’ll have while we’re working at it. I got excited at work today thinking about it. I was hoping tonight could be a test run.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I love you so much, Bev, I wanna turn that love into a physical being.”

“Yeah, um, that makes perfect sense. Let’s…let’s make a baby.”

“Really?” He asked, elated.

“Yes, dear.”

Robert kissed his wife. He kissed her in the car. He kissed her on the way into their home, up the stairs, and into their bedroom. He made love to his wife, then called it a night.

After getting her diaphragm removed, they waited until after her next period was done to start trying. This gave Beverly plenty of time to figure out how she could avoid pregnancy. She needed to keep some semblance of control over her own body. Robert wasn’t going to tell her when she was ready. She could decide that on her own.

Lysol douching didn’t work, she knew this. Her sister told her as much. Some of her friends offered her their birth control pills, but she knew they’d show up on a blood test, which Robert made sure she had after the second month of her still not having gotten pregnant. Beverly may have studied film, but she was an excellent student in biology and chemistry as well. She knew how condoms worked. They were coated in spermicides. She just needed to figure out how to coat her vagina with it. She bought condoms and squeezed all of the lubricant and spermicide off them and got a good amount into a bottle. She mixed it with olive oil, what ancient Greeks used to use, and douched with that before having sex with Robert. She knew it would be a long shot if it worked, but she had to try.

When the third month came along, and she still wasn’t pregnant, she took solace is knowing her little concoction was working. And because Robert never went down on her, he’d never smell or taste a thing. When he used his fingers, he just thought she was extra wet, which made him feel proud of himself.

She was perfectly content with her plans until the topic of IVF came up. Even the harshest of solutions couldn’t stand up to IVF injections. She never felt bad for lying to Robert because she didn’t like that he had become so controlling, but she also didn’t think she’d be doing this for so long. The thought of her giving her body up didn’t sound any more appealing five months later.

What was she going to do?

**

“I really think that one is gonna be a winner.” Robert sighed happily as he relaxed into the bed, looking over at Beverly as she lay with her legs in the air. “I’m glad we waited a couple of days in between, feels like my boys swam stronger.”

“Yes, dear.” Beverly closed her eyes and tried to breathe steadily, counting down the minutes until she could go use the bathroom and cleanse herself.

“I had an idea today. I really want to spare you from having to be injected with needles. I’m a good husband, and good husbands protect their wives. So, since we have about five weeks until our next appointment, I thought we could try one last natural method.”

“I’m listening.” She turned her head to look at him, intrigued.

“I overheard some ladies talking in the break room this morning. It’s the one good thing about having so many female secretaries. Anyways, they happened to be discussing various issues with conceiving. One of them said they had a friend who got pregnant the second she and her husband stopped focusing so much on it. The wife threw herself into different projects, and a month or so later, she was pregnant.”

“Wait.” She sat up on her elbows. “Are you saying I can enroll in a graduate course after all?”

“What, no.” He laughed. “No, I was thinking we could finally redo the patio and have that pool you’ve wanted put in. You’ve been talking about wanting to host more parties for our friends. You always do so well with the workers when we have something done here, and you love gardening. I think you’d really enjoy overseeing a landscaping project.”

“Let me get this straight: you would rather pay thousands of dollars to have our backyard redone, than pay a couple of hundred for me to enroll in a course?”

“I think school would be too stressful. If you’re stressed, then you definitely won’t conceive. Overseeing a project that puts you outside in the sun will be a win-win. Not to mention an old friend of mine is willing to give us a deal on the work.”

“You have a friend that’s a landscaper?”

“Yeah, this guy from my old neighborhood took over his father’s business. He said he could swing by Saturday to take a look at things.”

“It sounds like you’ve already decided that this is what we’re doing.”

“That’s because I have.” He grinned proudly. “Bev, when we got married, I promised to take care of you. This is me taking care of you. Not all husbands would do something like this for their wives. You could at least pretend to be grateful.”

“I am grateful, I’m sorry if my tone suggested otherwise. What time Saturday is he coming over?”

“That I left up to you. I didn’t know if you had any errands or plans with the ladies.”

“Oh.” Well, at least he was trying to be considerate. “Maybe around three? That would give me time to pick up the dry cleaning and stop at the market.”

“Three is perfect. I’ll give him a call tomorrow to let him know.” He looked down at his watch. “You should be good to use the bathroom now.”

“Yes, dear.” Beverly lowers her legs and slings her robe on. Once she’s in the bathroom, she locks the door and flips on the fan. She rummages around in the back of the sink-cabinet until she finds her douching solution. She used some prior to having sex with her husband, but she likes to use it after for good measure. She bites into the heel of her palm as she cleanses herself. It tends to sting from time to time. When she’s done, she looks at herself in the mirror. She knows she can’t keep doing this to herself. She just doesn’t know what else to do.

**

Beverly loves her weekend clothes. There’s something so freeing about slipping on a pair of high-waist capris, a sleeveless button-up that ties in the front, and a pair of flats. She usually gardens after running her errands, and this is what she typically wears to garden. Robert hates it when Beverly wears pants, or anything form fitting, in public. Why should anyone else be privy to how round her bum is, or how full her thighs are? She’s got a body like Marilyn’s, and that’s something he prefers to keep under wraps.

When the landscaping van pulls up out front, Beverly is in the front yard, planting and mulching. She has the radio going, so she doesn’t pay any mind to the sound of an engine turning off. The man in the landscaping van tilted his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, getting a better glimpse of Beverly. Robert starts walking over, so the man gets out of his van, rounding it to meet his old friend.

“Harry.” Robert smiled and shook the man’s, Harry, hand. “Can you believe it? Got a nice house in a suburb just like the one we grew up in.”

“I never doubted you’d get everything you wanted.” Harry smiled back.

“Seems like the Navy treated you well.”

“Yeah, I can’t complain too much. I didn’t get blown up or lose a limb.”

“And now you own your father’s business. Sorry for your loss, by the way. That’s the drawback of inheritance.”

“Yep. You working for your father?”

“Yes, and proud of it. I’ve got an office with a view, and I can afford to live more than comfortably. Got a beautiful wife, too.” Robert looked around. “Beverly, c’mere!” Beverly stood and dusted off her trousers before making her way over to the two men. “Harry, this is my Beverly.” He put his arm around his wife’s shoulders.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Clark.”

“Likewise, Mr…”

“Styles.” He points behind him with his thumb. “Of Styles Landscaping.”

“Right, of course.”

“Your husband told me you were hoping to have some work done in the backyard.”

“Yes, we’d like the patio redone and to have a pool put in, if possible.”

“Let’s show Harry to the back.” Robert said as he led his wife to the back. Harry followed close behind.

As Beverly observes Harry observing her yard, she can’t help but feel confused. How is this man a friend of Robert’s? Harry’s t-shirt is stretched tight over his chest, not to mention how beefy and muscular his biceps are. His arms are also littered with tattoos.

It takes about twenty minutes for Harry to look around, take some measurements, and get a feel for the land.

“Alright, I can come back on Tuesday with some different mockups of what can be done back here. I can bring my portfolio too, so you can look at some of my past projects. Does Tuesday work for you, Mrs. Clark? I’m assuming you’ll be the one home.”

“Yes, the early afternoon works for me, Mr. Styles.”

“Perfect.” Robert clapped his hands. “H, come in for a bit. We can have a couple beers and catch up while Bev does her gardening out front.”

“Sounds good to me.” Harry nodded, and Robert started to make his way inside. For a split second, Harry tilted his sunglasses down to look at Beverly. “It was nice meeting, Mrs. Clark.” He winked and smirked before catching up with Robert.

Beverly felt her cheeks heat up. She turned and watched Harry walk into her home. Why did he wink at her like that? And why did it make her feel like she just got a B-12 shot?

She shook it off and made her way out front. Gardening will help her clear her head. She’s a married woman. A friend of Robert’s wouldn’t flirt with a married woman…would he?

[kmclaude]

Ive been listening to Jesus He Knows Me lately (Ghost just released the music video for their cover and its great) and its got me thinking of an AU were Tiefer goes on to become like a superstar priest/televangelist. Puts on an act about how Jesus saved him from his terrible childhood abuse, Jehan is his protege who he treats as his own son after his father died, maybe he's even got a wife he pretends to love (only in front of others) Absolute debauchery and abuse out of the public eye of course

not me like 'he could marry his sister' no but he sure could marry a wife that looks like her (honestly she fits the blonde t r a d wife look)

i am devouring this, brilliant, debauched, lovely

(honestly I was thinking about a question @idalwaves asked or reblogged about if being a different flavor of christian would like...how it would change tiefer or jehan's relationship to their sexuality or something -- like would bein southern baptist or fundie work -- and anyway it had me thinking about basically how catholicism is perfect for someone like tiefer who is gay and loathes women, whereas something like fundie or southern baptist that expects a patriarchical figure with a wife and kid, the family man archetype, would be painful for him. like torture to have to fake a loving marriage to a woman.)

BUT IT WOULD BE DECADENT god cuz he can be charming, put on a southern drawl (his accent is southern but different southern, cajun southern, and massaged away by a more new orleanian accent flattened out), lie and lie and lie -- has a wife he fucked (timed it all right and everything, natural family planning and all) until she got pregnant (thankfully quickly) because that's what she wanted, that's what was expected -- and if he works extra hard and after hours and away from her and the home its for god, it's the right thing, it's what she signed up for, of couuuuurse he loves her, ignore that he won't touch her except for briefly in public or when she needles wanting another child (and if he knocks her up enough and then crushes some pills in her food or drink to get rid of it because three's e-fucking-nough, well, hey, what she doesn't know won't hurt her...)

AND JEHAN WELL......things could be the same: dead exlover friend's son is left without a father and, well....wouldn't be too odd for him to offer to a new widow and new mother to take her eldest (his godson) under his wing, later even let him live with them (because he only has daughters so far and one day he won't be around -- makes sense to have someone ready to take over after he's gone -- jehan would be perfect for that -- in fact, it's not his idea's, it's God's even, God put it in his heart that jehan would take up after him -- so why not let him spend a summer with them...and winter...and spring...)

and you KNOW he is fucking jehan -- maybe he waits a bit longer than canonically, properly has him under his thumb until he's fifteen or sixteen (very much the adolescens that he finds attractive) or maybe it starts right after nathan died (he's not even attracted to a 10 year old's body -- not that canonically he's into a 12 year old's body either but at least puberty is hitting and it reminds him of him and nathan in their youth and he's not coping well -- but it's a heady thing, power, and he's been able to get wealth and opened doors and it's a far cry from being a beaten faggot whore on his sister's leash being whored out so why not, why not, it's not like jehan's upset about it, he always gets to cum, and it's not like his wife knows, it's not like anyone knows, why not? who's gonna stop him? God?)

basically tiefer would be soooooo much worse. not that he's great canonically but add wealth and power without rules?! (Catholicism at least has rules.) C H R I S T.

(honestly if you wanted to get real fucked up -- televangelism would probably make this also a modern or modernish AU -- say 80s or 90s at earliest making Tiefer being born....instead of 1930s, probably 1950s or 60s...and well....the implications of being able to take photo or video....well.....well....)

[blucassiopeia]

Sullen Books

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, passive angst

A Kuroo Tetsurou x reader one shot or???

a/n: no comfort on this, i wanna pin this mf till the end of my breath LOL; i honestly had a hard time on this one, avoiding as many clues as possible omg; fufufu

"ーma. I don't know."

"Well, we all don't know. And c'mon, she's pregnant. We have to be present in her life in these times. She's alone."

"She's not. That motherfucker will be right there with her any day now."

"And the other one."

"Not the other one."

"If you could be so kind with him."

"I just wish they'll kill the biggest motherfucker ever existed."

You're staring at the vast table that's lining this book café in the university. It's not crowded in this time of day, still got some vacant seats elsewhere, but not directly next to you.

You tried to sleep again when you noticed your phone died and the humming music in your headphones got silenced, but, for the love of God, how? Muffled conversations is all you could hear. You tried not to groan in frustration.

"Akaashi's visiting this weekend, are you really gonna pass?"

You also waited for the other one with the muffled voice to answer to maybe put an end to your over reacting misery. But it never came. Right. Keep that silence and never talk again. Your head is still turned away from them, resting on an opened french book. You didn't read it, you don't even know much about french, you just love how it smells it lulls you to sleep. Yes, your kind of pillow.

Shufflings that came from things being dumped to a bag and minimum volume of a game you once played with your brother over the few months sounded. And Lo! Silence! The last you heard from the man next to you before you went back to your dreamland wasー

"Don't I really have a chance, Kenma?"

It was raining when Kuroo walks out of the university and onto the bus stop. The transparent umbrellaーone which she had left and forgotten in Nekoma's gym from the last Training Campーwas somehow relaxing to watch. The droplets make a hurried plop sound and it slides to the sides, hang on the silver tips and falls to the already wet pavement. He occassionally stares at it as he walks.

Then he heard some heavy books fall in the other side of the pavement, near the bicycle parking area. He turned to your unsuspecting figure that's too messy on picking the scattered, and now wet, books. Your bag threatening to give up on your shoulder too. He just stares at your back for a second or two and walked on, fearing he might miss his bus if he would help you. Also ignoring the fact that he somehow remembers that same long light blonde hair from the university book café three days ago.

"Why is this wet, Y/n?" the attendant on the book café grumpily asked you as you returned the books you borrowed. You frowned as you recounted to him yesterday at the sidewalk just by the bus stop. "You have to pay for the damages."

Your jaw dropped. "But no pages were torn." Your frown deepened when he dismissed you with a tab you have to pay before exiting the book café, or you have to face extra payments in your tuition. Ugh.

You grouchingly made your way to your spot. The book café is strategically situated at the center of a cross road in the university and your favorite spot is facing a part where students rarely pass by, it's peaceful with all the trees fresh to spring forth leaves.

Then you saw a raven-black haired man in your spot. Your frown deepened just a little more you can feel almost wrinkles automatically appearing in your face. Not your day, huh?

His face is turned to your side. He's not especially handsome but he's sort ofーwellーfanciable, at the least. But not your type. Definitely. You grimaced and plopped your things gently to his side, a chair away, not giving up the serenity this spot has to offer. But still grumbling because that grumpy attendant has banned you on the books until you pay up. Grr. You put your headphones on and decided to rest your eyes.

You woke up to the sound of soft dings. You peered and accidentally caught a glimpse of his lockscreen. A golden-haired girl next to his beaming figure. And the screen darkened just as fast. You couldn't care less but that woke you up real bad, your head started to throb.

You were grimacing and finding a perfect angle to rest your head against your arms but to no avail. It was until you tilted your head to his direction again. He's facing you right now and snoring. You softly snorted and somehow, to the soft hum of his snoring and music on your discarded headphones now hanging on your neck, you found yourself closing your eyes.

Kuroo jolted at a tiny pull on his hair and he looked up to find Kenma. "I have been texting you for two hours already."

Kuroo groaned and put his stuff back on his bag, finding a note with his notebook. I like it when you sleep, so adorable but unaware of it. You look so peaceful.

"If I haven't gone hereー"

Kuroo shoved all of his things, note included, to his bag and slung it on his shoulders, wrinkling the fabric of his sweater. "Sorry. Sorry. Let's go."

"Y/n, go with me to this wedding in Miyagi please? It's in 3 weeks."

Your nose scrunched up when you read your brother's message that weekend morning. You yawned as you dialed his number.

"Please! It's my friend's wedding."

"But why do you have to bring someone?" Geez.

"Well, everyone I'm close with are bringing dates."

"Then bring your girlfriend!" Ugh.

"I don't have one! No more of this. You're coming with me!"

And he fucking hanged up on you. Miyagi's 2 hours away. What the hell is he thinking? You rolled your eyes as you took a shower to start your day and classes is in an hour. You'll definitely gonna be late.

The hall was packed already when you arrived. This is a new class you just enrolled in because you just realized this is a prerequisite to that one major next semester. Blockmates are not as kind as you think, if being new to the place is still not as inconvenient.

Your eyes flew to an empty seat at the back. Next to that same raven-black hair in the book café. His eyes were dead straight to the professor and writing stuffs as he goes on with the lecture, thankfully ignoring you as you bend down trying to be obscure. He didn't spare you a glance when you sat next to him, just a subtle drag of his scattered notes out of your space. And you ignored it.

Cold.

But you were surprised when he hurriedly came pass you out of the book café that afternoon. He was all smiles and seemingly excited for something. You looked back to where he is going. And you saw her. The same golden-haired girl in his lockscreen running to meet his open arms.

"Tetsuuu! I missed youu!"

"Hey! Don't run!"

She jumped to his arms to where he spinned as he catches her, hugging her tight, brows all up above his closed eyes, face snuggling in her neck. You saw how his hug tightened as the second passed by, brows furrowing and you have to go on in the book café because of the weird feeling you had harbored in that scene.

The day you gave up a day in your favorite spot is the day you sat by the entrance and see how his face changes as he talks to the sunshine girl that has her waist carefully held by another man standing beside her. You saw Kuroo's face under his mask.

"Don't I really have a chance, Kenma?"

A voice rang loudly as you watch him watch the couple in front of him.

Kuroo's mind was swarming with lots and lots of thoughts. Mostly from what his friend said about his wedding. Wedding. He felt like he's tearing up. What a weak man he is. He just wants to storm outside the lecture hall and go straight home or anywhere else where he can scream his lungs out. His thighs are popping under the long line of desk, his fist resting on it as it bounces up.

"Lemme answer that, sir!"

"Okay, Miss Y/n. Mr. Kuroo is somehow not in my class right now."

He closed his eyes in realization that he was called a few times, and that a girl, you who is sitting rows away from him, saved him from half of the embarassment. C'mon, Kuroo. Focus. Head on the lecture.

Friday came and your brother was already nudging you to pack your things for both of you will be in a train in two hours. That Miyagi wedding is a hassle but you can't ditch your brother when he's being too cute in front of you now.

"So who is this friend that's getting married?"

He grinned in his seat and pulled out his phone. "She's my crush way back first year." Your brows shot up at his confession as he shoves his phone to your face. "Isn't she pretty? Her name is Tsukishima Ran. Well, tomorrow, she'll bear a new family name."

Your face went cold when you saw the bride-to-be. Your eyes travelled to your brother so slow and flickered back to his screen. "Y-yeah, she's really pretty."

You should've asked him before you sat on that bloody train to Miyagi. Now, you wonder what to do to avoid people. You felt your breath hitched as you realize you'll see him again, now out of the university walls.

The walk to the stunning venue was unnerving. The men were in black and the women are in either gray or white. You padded the white fabric against your skin and turned to your brother. "You look scared Y/n." He took your hand to his arm for you to cling to. "You want to poop?"

"Idiot." You hissed and pinched his arm to where he flinched and laughed as he ushered you to a table full of his volleyball friends.

You took a deep breath and act insignificant, dying to ignore the stares of a blond-hair-with-black-roots man across the table. You restricted your eyes to your phone, to your space in the table and to your brother's face. You badly want to end the night fast.

"Ran-chan! Well, you'd still be myーourーRan-chan even if you're married to that fucker. I'd still be your knight in shining armor whenever you need me, will always be available, but not on changing diapers okay? That's someone else's job."

"Who is that someone else?"

"Her fucking bestfriend, who else!"

Your head perked up when laughs were roaring throughout the venue as a man from the nearby table raised his middle finger to Kuroo, of which he kindly returned.

"In all seriousnessー" That stare he gave to the bride sent shivers to you, it made you want to run away.

"ーI'll still protect you and the ones you love with my life. That's how you both are special to me. And to that small one in your tummy right now.." He trailed his eyes to the groom that's still beaming throughout his friend's unsuspecting confession.

"He'll have the bestest dad ever, and the coolest uncle and a bunch of extra shitbag uncles. Best wishes to the both of you. Be happy now."

Kuroo wasn't supposed to say those words aloud. He wasn't supposed to. He was dead-set on keeping his feelings under control but seeing her in her wedding dress with his friend next to her, he lost it. Now he's desperately trying to find a peaceful place away from the venue to rant out, beer on one hand, loosened necktie dangled around his disheveled polo.

And you found him hunched on one of the small round pavillions away from the venue. He was sobbing real hard when you silently walked up to him. The ice came in contact with sunshine and it melted, drowning you too in the process. You pursed your lips and sat quietly two spaces away from him. That moment you held with him was suspiciously your solace from all else that's bothering you right now. His sobs, heaves, whimpers and shuffles, trying to wipe his snotty nose in his slacks. He might've noticed you but chose to ignore, like what he has been doing for the past two months.

He must really love the bride. To the point where he has no choice but to put down his mask like this. You hummed and rested your back on the wooden rails that's encasing the pavillion, careful not to make much noise, careful not to watch him cry his heart out. You closed your eyes, enveloping yourself with the sound of cries from a heartbroken Kuroo Tetsurou.

It seemed like an hour or two before Kuroo stopped crying, the can of beer crumpled on his bloodied hand. He felt his legs cramped as he stretched out and caught a hand next to him. He breathed heavy and out as he brushed the back of your hand with his thumb and looked up at your peaceful, angel face.

He's not an idiot to not know you're around. He just chooses to ignore you to not pass the pain. And he can't, he's still too in love with Ran. He's too in love with her to pay attention to others poking on him. And so, he walked away without waking you up.

Years had passed and you found yourself in his proximity again. Well, you applied at the Japan's Volleyball Association on the sole purpose of indulging what your brother loves, and now you learned to love too. Never did you know it's also his field.

Wait. Who were you kidding?

You still remember the thing Kenmaーthe blonde hair with black roots guy from that weddingーsaid to you after you woke up alone in that pavillion.

"It's better if you stay away, Y/n."

You were still shocked about how he knows your name. And if this is what it is, then Kuroo knows your name too? Is that it?

"He's dead-set on Ran right now, and maybe for a few years. He'll never be ready. I know him. When he's into something, he's going all out."

You remembered what Kuroo said in his message a while ago. "If he's gonna protect her and her loved ones, then who's gonna protect him if I avoid him now?" You smiled. "It's okay. I'm not asking for reciprocation. This is not business anyway."

Then you left Kenma dumbfounded.

You didn't know when did you start falling for Kuroo. Nor know why are you acting like the situation's okay with you. You just know that you're at peace when you see him. Just seeing him breathing and comfortable is okay.

Through the years, you started to do things to make him comfortable in every littlest way. To making him coffee when he's out cold on his desk during a night-shift, to the simple saves you did just to ease his way out of a situation, to that bento you bought him once when he forgot to buy his lunch, to volunteering to cover his shift when Ran's twins needs him for something, to rigging the Christmas raffle to let him win the vacation package.

All those were subtle. And you're comfortable with it. At least, he's happy with it.

Over the years, much to his displeasure, he is still in love with Ran. He has fully accepted that he can't be that person whom she will love, and naively thinks that acceptance itself will make him move on. Oh how wrong is he. Now, he's suffering from your little gestures of appreciations and love.

If he just fell out of love with Ran, he'll gladly turn to you. If he just forced his way to you, he'll gladly hold you in his arms even if you're both hurting. If he's just brave enough to drag you into his life, he'll kiss you breathless. But he won't, and he can't. Coz he loves someone else.

And how bad was it for him when that day came on both of you. Him, holding you in his flailing arms, tears coming down his cheeks and trying to grip your hand to a note from years ago you thought he discarded, returning it to you but the thought's so reversed now. Kenma's words ringing in his ears as he stares at you.

"If you're gonna protect her and her loved ones, who's gonna protect you if she's not around. She said something like that. And you don't have to reciprocate what she gives, she added. She's too pure for your dumb ass but let her love you, Kuroo."

You just made an irreversible sacrifice. And he's gonna regret this for the rest of his life. Well, it's not so long before that too. Kuroo smiled through his tears and he kissed you so earnestly, the kiss he should've given you in that pavillion, or when you saved him from the professor's questions, or when you stared at him getting broken with the wedding news from his friends, or when you walked up to his side on that certain class, or when he saw you getting stumped with so much books under the rain.

He should've done this kiss to you a long time ago, instead of waiting for it from another. He wasted so much time.

Semi Eita | Sugawara Koushi | Akaashi Keiji | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru | Miya Osamu

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Since Dasheng had a nightmare over the thought of having multiples, how does he feel about the twins? Zhanshi and the others sounds excited about it at least.

Referencing: Dasheng's nightmare. >:)

This monkey is Terrified.

By this point he's babysat the Gold and Silver Demon Twins, and he still has the calabash burns from the incident. So this monkey dad scared at the possibility of more than one chaos infant at once.

The HiB fam have also experienced Xiaoyun's tense hatching/first few years. The preemie cub required a lot of attention and extra care in the first months. When news of the twins comes about, Xiaoyun is about three years old and finally starting to run around on his own. The fam are very proud and very tired.

Then while chilling around Kingdom of Women on an adventure, they notice something off about Zhanshi's reflection in the river water...

Dasheng faints when the explanation clicks. Zhanshi shrieks with joy.

More so because they didn't know they could make kids. Being "outside the natural order" (as the Buddha explains in Jttw) doesnt really give you much idea of how you're *supposed* to reproduce. Both monkeys thought it was randomly-spawning Stone Eggs only.

Then again, considering how *ahem* amourous ReboundedHeroes are on eachother, Dasheng is relieved only one of them got pregnant. (Except Pigsy when he fell in the river, but that was resolved).

Dasheng is scared. But more for his mate. Zhanshi has always been his right-hand warrior - and to see her experience the unpredicable symptoms of pregnancy freaks him out.

Zhanshi: *starts sobbing* HiB fam: *all in attack-mode* Dasheng, ready to murder: "WHO HURT MY WIFE!?" Zhanshi, sniffling/laughing: "Sorry love. There was a dead wasp inside this fig and it made me sad." Dasheng: *picks up the discarded fig and glares/eye-lazers it to dust* Zhanshi, cravings activated: "...now I want barbeque." Pigsy: *concerned squeal?!*

She also gets very fatigued, a far cry from her usual self. She essentially spends the last few weeks bedridden from tiredness, bored out of her mind while her mate paces their home like a guard dog. Pigsy is a surprisingly great help during this time, pulling out the pipa for some music and stories whenever the warrior feels too tired to read.

At the end of the day, Dasheng would be happy with any number of infants if it they and Zhanshi come out of it healthy and happy.

The twins come out, surprisingly not as copies of their LEM, but as a duo of little coconut macaroons. Like their baba, their baby fur is a messy mix of white and brown streaks. Its only when they get older does their hair darken to a deep red-auburn. Their six ears and deep violet eyes still give clear indication who their mother is.

They're both curious and chirpy, and are already trying to climb over their big siblings (Liuer and Shui Lian were delighted). Xiaoyun is introduced cautiously, and immediately curls around the new babies in a mixture of wonder and protectiveness.

Dasheng cries (and faints) with relief that his twins are not Jin and Yin-level monsters. Like Xiaoyun before them, The Twins have their dear baba wrapped around their little fingers the moment they reach out and grab at his face. Dasheng can do nothing but pepper his growing family with kisses. X3

I feel like these twins end up named after nuts/trees because of their furs. Or maybe the themed route (Liuer = little flow/floats, Shui Lian = water lily, + Xiaoyun = little cloud), and their named them after water phenomenon like rain or snow depending on how chaotic Zhanshi's magic made the weather XD

[loneamaryllis]

I only now saw the two asks you got for the PH what if Harrie got pregnant and your answers and I am freaking out!!! They made my day! Aaaa, yesss, PH Harrymort babies! Voldemort doting on Harrie while she's pregnant... 🥹🥹🥹🥹 Love how Harrie would use it to help her friends out ❤️

If there are twins or triplets Voldemort really would be insufferably smug, he would never stop gloating about it, poor Harrie 😭

I, on the other hand, would die laughing at the Malfoys finding out. Can you imagine? Lucius will die of alcohol poisoning how much he'd start drinking, imagine three little identical Potter devils running around while having their father’s cunning and are never caught in the act of stealing from the kitchen and stealing books from the library. Extra chaos if they're natural Legilimens and are already doing some tiny bits of magic 🤣🤣🤣

Voldemort would probably marry Harrie at that point if she gets pregnant...

Which is literally Harrie's worst fear, whenever I re-read her reaction to that in PH I cackle so much 🤣🤣🤣🤣 The fact Harrie's more scared of marrying Voldemort than letting him fuck her... Girl has her priorities in check. 🤣

I now wish for a pregnancy scare in PH! Harrie almost getting a heart attack when her period is late the next month, asking Narcissa to get her a test because Voldemort absolutely must not find out. Voldemort, of course, finds out and rushes to Harrie. And Voldemort being maybe disappointed if it comes out negative. He experienced the rush of possible fatherhood and now he's curious about that feeling... And him thinking of Harrie's stomach swollen with his child... 👀👀

Healer: My Lord, you have been giving Miss Potter potions to prevent pregnancy. The potions are doing their job correctly.

Voldemort: ��😔😔 (sad Dark Lord noises)

Sending love ❤️❤️❤️

Hehe, yes, lots of thoughts on babies and Harrie's and Voldemort's reactions...

Lucius would just fuck off. He'd abandon his manor, relocate somewhere else, take his family with him. He'd pitch it to Voldemort by telling him he feels him and Harrie needs more privacy, haha.

Mmm, pregnancy scare... Maybe? I'll see if I can work it in somewhere. Poor Harrie doesn't need that, but that'd make for a fun chapter to read. And yeah, Voldemort would be, "Well, now that I think about it..."

Oh, I'm thinking about Riddle's reaction now... Not sure if he would be disgusted, or if he'd want to use the situation to manipulate Voldemort...

[bastardhalfspider]

about ashley parker barton as told by ashe

MAIN VERSE / MAIN SETTING -> The Wastelands Earth, inspired by the original Marvel Wastelands material and original version of Ashley Barton, now being developed by @crisispider & @oceansfirst's as an original character. Ashley Parker-Barton is a half-OC child of Clint Barton and Peter Parker || she will have a 616 verse // crossover verse // spiderverse // multiverse // time travel verse, open for interaction -> so everyone love on her too

❝ Fuck, fine, I'll do a futzing origin story. You can call me ASHE, or Ashley's fine too I guess. My alias? That would be just Spider. ❞

❝ My birth is kind of a strange story. My sperm donor is Charles Bernard Barton, which I'm sure SOME of you may know the name. Trickshot once, complicated brother of Hawkeye? ⸻ No one really knows the story, it's all word of mouth from the chick who hadd my egg or whatever, DAD WHO RAISED ME has her name or whatever ⸻ ❞

❝ Anyways, turns out Barney blew up his life or something. Chick he was living on a private island with dumps him and keeps the islandd for her, her kids, and these FREAK kids that got dropped off by DAD WHO SHOULD BE DEAD ⸻ So, Barney Barton is some-fucking-where until he meets this girl and she gets pregnant with me, and than she doesn't tell him and he's gone anyways. ⸻ I did mention my story is a fuggin' shitshow, right? ❞

❝ She decides she wants to keep the baby, which really maybe she should have regretted that earlier than she did ⸻ TASTELESS JOKE? You should see the world I come from now ⸻ Girl thinks she's gonna keep me until, well, she has me. She's holding this baby me in her hands, and must realize shit, this kid's unlovable or something. Remembers that the dick who got her pregnant had a superhero brother, and takes me to Clint Barton and Peter Parker's residence, and well? ❞

❝ Maybe the only happy part of this story and I don't even remember it since I was like four months old or somethin' ⸻ Turns out Dad 1 and Dad 2, were talking another baby. See Dad 1 had a kid already from his ex-wife, who like he tell me Mary Jane Watson is my god-mom or auntie but whatever, so I literally fell in their lap. Woman didn't even really give me a name, she tried. ⸻ They name me Ashley ❞

❝ Now the Parker-Bartons are a family of four and half, or three and half. My big sister Mayday's got three parents, or two and a half. However, you wanna count it. Clint and Peter, married. Clint being the bonus dad to Mayday, when she's with her Dad, our dad and I'm ⸻ something there too now. Adopted by my technically blood-uncle, but I'm suppose to call him Dad or Papa, and adopted by Dad, Peter Parker. ❞

❝ This is all stories told to me by Dad, that's the Spiderman one, I never knew Hawkeye. HE DIED, or so we thought. I was just a toddler, not old enough for memories when V-DAY happened, and the entire country than world went nuclear. Heroes being slaughtered left and right, Spiderman took me, big sis Mayday, and Mayday's mom MJ and went deep underground and into hiding. ❞

❝ WE SURVIVE. Spiderman technically dies that day, because if any villain knew Spiderman was alive. He'd be one of the largest targets. Dad thinks his husband, that's Hawkeye is dead. ⸻ So I get one Dad, HIM, one parent. I also get my sister Mayday, but like she's the good kid. The lucky one, she had three parents and a baby sister, and only lost one. I had, well, her and DAD. ❞

❝ Dad gets Mayday's mom somewhere safe, and we go to visit her every few months over the years. Mayday's always had powers, so staying stationary too long could be dangerous. SOMETHING, SOMETHING, SUPER VILLAINS WOULD KILLS US. ⸻ I'm just extra luggage, but I grew up learning everything from Dad, and like I do love him a lot, 'kay? ⸻ So now you're looking at me and like why the spider suit, how'd you get powers thought you were some normie. ❞

❝ When I was eleven, I was dying. Losing a lot of blood, and Mayday and Dad are a mess about it ⸻ Dad takes a risk, saves me and transfuses blood to me. That's how I got the powers, Dad's mutated blood mutated me. Saved my life, made me more durable. I still can't stick to walls like Mayday or Dad could, but whatever. ❞

❝ The world's been fucked for most of my life, getting worse, Vilians fighting over territory, corpses of dead giants, Amerika turning into a wastelands. Dinosaurs from the savage lands loose, wild symbiotes, mollods, thing keep getting worse. Gangs popping up, country turning to dust and this is happening everywhere. ⸻ I don't think I'm a superhero, Dad tries to tell stories, so does MJ when we visit for Mayday to see her mom. ⸻ But I like the stories about the suit, about the heroes, and Mayday's in agreement with me. ❞

❝ So we both made our own spider suits, matching, and like Dad thinks its risky, stupid as well, but like if anyone comes for Spiderman? You bet our asses we could take them, and I'd lob off their heads ⸻ Mayday likes the suits cause she believes in superheroes, what they stood for. I like them cause I feel powerful behind the mask, cause I don't really know who I am under it. ❞

The symbol/logo I mashed together for Ashley Parker-Barton.

No official hero name besides Spider or Ashe is accepted.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

W R I T I N G A D V E N T C A L E N D A R 2 0 2 3 D A Y 7

Prompt: Church

Aka: The Quartet is in Rome looking at a bunch of churches. Also, someone might be pregnant. But who?

Read on ao3 or under the cut.

They were on a vacation in Rome: Violetta, Francesca, Leon and Diego.

It was december, and the snow really added that extra touch to the atmosphere. 

"Is it weird that I still want ice cream, even if it's cold outside?" Diego asked, letting out a chuckle.

"Not weird at all," Francesca said. "Ice cream is always delicious. Although, I more feel like tiramisu. They have a great place here!"

"You can be our guide," Leon said. "Maybe you can even show us where you grew up."

"Is her being a guide a good idea?" Diego asked, "Remember what happened in Madrid?"

"Rome is nothing like Madrid!" Francesca argued. "I know Rome. Trust me."

"I used to live here, too," Violetta told them, "Although, I was 8 and it's not really like I got out much. I remember a playground..."

"My family's old restaurant was next to a playground I played on a lot," Francesca said.

"You know... it was very long ago, but I remember having a friend. And I recall her parents had a restaurant."

"If that friend was Francesca, that would have been so cool!" Leon said.

"Yeah..." Francesca chuckled. "Although, a lot of families owned restaurants. Several of my childhood friends also had parents with a food business of some kind."

"I don't remember that girl's name," Violetta admitted. Then she let out a groan.

"What is it?" Leon asked.

"I don't know, I feel... off."

"We have been walking for a while," Diego said.

"We're almost at my aunt's house," Francesca assured them. They were all staying at her aunt's house for their trip. 

They arrived a bit later, and Francesca's aunt made them a big dinner.

"This was really good!" Violetta said.

"Why thank you," Fran's aunt said with a wide smile. "Francesca, dear, are you well?"

"Pardon me, but I need to use the bathroom," Francesca admitted, standing up.

"Why? Are you sick?"

"No, I just need to go."

"Again? It's the fourth time tonight!" Diego said.

"I guess the drink just falls through me," Francesca shrugged.

She went away, as her aunt started to do a knowing "hum..." sound.

"What is it?" Violetta asked.

"She acts a bit like me, when I was pregnant with her cousin. Before I found out I was pregnant, I needed to run to the bathroom all the time, everything I drank just ran through me! That, and I feel nauseous just by walking..."

Leon and Diego glanced at Violetta.

"She could just also just have been drinking a lot..." Diego said.

"Perhaps! But you never know... tell me, who is it that she's together with? Because I know she dated that sweet boy named Marco, but that must have been a long time ago now. Who is she with now? Or is she still with Marco?"

The three of them were silent, as if they weren't sure how to reply. 

Soon Francesca came back, and they all changed the subject to something else.

"I'm going to church tomorrow," her aunt said. "You can join if you want, but I figure you might want to sleep in after your long trip."

"Yes, I think so, too," Fran replied. "We might check out some churches in the city, though. There's a lot of nice ones!"

"Ooh, yes! Rome has tons of gorgeous churches!"

The next day, the four went around in Rome.

”So I knew there was churches,” Diego said, ”But I feel like there are churches in every corner!”

”Wanna go look inside one?” Francesca asked.

Everyone nodded. 

”Which one should we go inside?” Leon asked, and snorted. ”There’s just so many.”

”Well…” Francesca was about to say something, but then she caught a whiff of some street food. It smelled good, but for Francesca, it suddenly made her run into the nearest church. The others ran after her, concerned.

”What happened?” Violetta asked.

”I just… felt like the smell was too strong and I felt the urge to puke… but I’m fine now.” 

”I’ve felt that recently too,” Violetta admitted, ”Some smells are just… too strong.”

Leon and Diego raised their eyebrows. 

They looked around in the church at all the paintings. Someone was playing an organ in the upstairs balcony. There were candles lit, and there was a christmas feeling overall. 

”One time when I was a child, I sang in a church,” Francesca told them. ”It was a children’s christmas choir. It was one of the first times I sang in front of people.”

”I did that, too!” Diego admitted.

”I always found church choirs so beautiful,” Violetta said. She hummed a little bit, although she did not want to be too loud. Then she suddenly stared into thin air.

”What is it?” Leon asked.

”I’m really craving pasta. Like, really craving it.”

”All of a sudden?”

”Yeah.”

Everyone chuckled.

”Well, there’s some restaurants close by,” Francesca said, ”Let’s go.”

Violetta was almost devouring her pasta. The others almost got concerned.

”I’m so hungry!” she said, ”I don’t know why… there’s something that tells me to eat all the time.”

”Maybe it’s Rome,” Diego suggested, ”Italy has one of the best food cultures in the world.”

”Yeah…” Leon said, ”Or…”

”Or what?” Francesca asked.

”Or… I don’t know.”

”I feel nauseous again…” Francesca admitted.

"Maybe you have a virus?" Violetta suggested.

"I hope not... I don't wanna get sick while we're on this trip."

Soon after they finished eating, Violetta also started to feel nauseous. Although, they all concluded it could simply be because she ate so much.

But both Leon and Diego started getting suspicious that there was something more going on. They weren't sure if they should mention it, or just stay silent until either Violetta and Francesca said something.

Violetta and Francesca did act secretive - they where exchanging whispers, giggles and sometimes walked away in a corner so no one would hear them. Although, it could just be girls gossiping, and there was nothing more to it.

Leon woke up the next morning, by sounds from a nearby church. Fran's aunt had mentioned something about a funeral they had there quite early in the morning. 

He walked outside, about to head down to eat breakfast. But then, Diego came up and grabbed him into the bathroom.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Dude, I... I found something..."

"What?"

Diego brought out a pregnancy test. Not only that, but a positive one.

"I found it on the floor in the hallway. Someone must have dropped it."

"Who's is it?" Leon asked.

Diego shrugged. "It could be any of them. Right?"

"Yeah..."

They decided to find the girls, and figure this out...

I don't know why my Violetta oneshots have been sort of connected lately. Originally they were in Rome because I was in Rome earlier this year, and so I had a reference with the churches. We'll see if I keep that up for the rest of this writing calendar. It's not stated who dates who, or if all four of them are just going on this trip as friends... or if all four are dating each other. It's up to you to decide. Comment who you think might be pregnant :)

[silverheartlugia2000]

Wildling- werecat trevor

too many vampire/werewolf trevor stories. Why not catshifter? he likes climbing/sleeping in trees, avoiding people, and broke a mans leg once for abusing a cat. 

summery-   Trevor wasn't a social butterfly like Sypha or a classy vampire prince like Adrien, despite being born into lordship. Compared to them Trevor lived like a feral alley cat half his life and often acted as such. One day he was alone the next he had two people he might come to call friends.

Still instinct and habit are hard things to hold back for a stray sometimes, even with how much he's come to trust, maybe love the two. Especially when it came to the three key rules to survival.

1 always be ready for a fight whether it be for defense, a place to sleep, or food, letting your guard down could mean death.

2 if you know you can't win a fight, bluff your way out. Half of the time intimidation was more than enough to suffice against an opponent.

3 injuries should be kept hidden at all costs. Injuries and sickness mean weakness. It makes him a target for an easy meal.

-backstory- Not long after the manor was burned, a witch catches him stealing food, it was supposed to be a punishment, she had a reputation after all, but hopefully the mild curse she gives him should help this child survive long enough to fulfill his part in the prophecy. She didn’t know it would take it upon itself to evolve alongside him afterwards. it was never intended to give him a beast form, semi immortality, or let him bear children alongside their wife. 

-They didn’t leave Alucard after Dracula's death, but Trevor ends up called away for a hunt. After coming home and sleeping off injuries for a week Trevor wakes with a sense of foreboding and the smell of strangers. Meanwhile Alucard allows the twins to explore his family's hold. The conflict awakens something within that has started to wake the need to claim what’s his

-the mirror still works. Sypha uses it to fill her travel urges, and to drag Trevor home when he wanders off and gets hurt.

-Trevor is touch starved but also unused to good touches so he still tenses. Does not like being woken up suddenly because of past experiences and may punch or stab because of it. Can NOT sleep easily without a knife or two under his pillow.

-before the fight with the twins it was very subtle, he had slightly sharper senses especially for magic, reflexes, agility, strength, instincts that were more suited to help in his hunts, awareness focused than anything. Had sharp teeth but not unusually so, kitten noises were very subdued and rare, will either sit still for hours or pace relentlessly depending on the situation, still can't help but pee everywhere though.

-the night the twins try to kill Alucard is when it peaks, the second he smells burning flesh, fuck his wounds he runs to Al and pounces on the threat.

-His full form is only slightly taller, still shorter than Al, his claws ears tail come and go while still trying to learn control, very likely to pop up when hes emotional. more noticeable fangs even without shifting, his little ticks get worse, purrs and growls more openly, is slowly getting comfortable with giving hugs and cheek rubs.

-he can get pregnant cause why not? he's still repressing depression about the whole last Belmont thing and the curse takes advantage of it. But it only after Sypha starts playing with the peen book and they double up on their ‘cute kitten’ which a month latter he spends a week wondering where this mild fever came from and why he’s suddenly extra touch starved and attempting to control his hornyness even though they both have suddenly been looking at him like starved dogs, it doesn't help that he's also somehow lost the ability of human language. No one realizes it for a long while until its kind of obvious. 

-Ot3. sypha gets to be semi immortal too cause magic

And yes the witch is catwoman 

This is as far as I got...

Trever was very much like a cat the two observed.

But considering what little he told them about his life when they first explored the hold, it was sort of understandable that a homeless 12 year old lordling would turn feral.

(after they ask about it)

He didn’t blame her for it, Selina had been one of the kinder ones, and only half trained as he was at the time; it was a lesson of caution in itself. 

It had only been a week after the fire. He still smelled of ash no matter how many rivers he dunked into. He had plenty of practice navigating the wilderness, but before there had always been someone with him. Showing him what to do and never without food. A whip wasnt very good for hunting at his current level of skill.

So when he happened across what he thought was an empty house with a garden and dried meats hanging

[olddirtybadfic]

James's Special Delivery: James Conquers His Fear of Marriage with Meowth (part three of three)

"There once were Pokémon that married people. There once were people who married Pokémon."

I bet none of them had to worry about ending up in a sappily written mpreg. Or having their kid's name start with "Meth."

Part one

Part two

This fic contains:  Pokémon/Human romantic relationship; unexplained mpreg/male pregnancy; shaky grasp of the realities of pregnancy and childrearing; lack of medical and scientific knowledge; possible out-of-character moments for Jessie, James, and Meowth; odd ideas about romance; unusual pillow talk; Meowth lingers on James's feet again; ridiculously easy resolutions to problems; attempts to rehabilitate James’s mother (she totally approved of Jessiebelle’s bullshit she deserves no mercy); both James and Meowth eat the placenta (off-screen)

-O-o-O-o-O-

James and his mother had been writing each other letters and calling each other.

James and Meowth had quit Team Rocket. They started selling legal drugs and were making a surprising amount of money. James would keep his kitten.

Bethany knew about James’s kitten. She was okay with it.

James was eight (out of nine) weeks pregnant. His mother was coming to visit their cabin.

James and Meowth were trying to save for a very small wedding. They were planning on using a wedding dress and a Meowth-sized tuxedo from their disguises.

“I’m going to look just awful in white,” James said. He wasn’t even showing that much, since Meowth kittens were smaller than human babies. He was showing a little, though, enough that he could hardly move fast.

Meowth almost wished James would give birth early. He hated to see James so uncomfortable. He decided James should stand up as little as possible.

The kitten was moving around a lot inside of James, which was a pretty weird feeling for him. He thought the kitten might be trying to come out early. He read a book about what to expect when “expecting.” It said having sex could induce labor. He grabbed Meowth and ran into the bedroom.

“Meowth, please have sex with me,” James said.

“Why?” Meowth asked.

“Because having sex might make me go into labor,” James said.

“I don’t think you’re in any condition to have sex. And you’re only eight weeks through it. That would only work if you were overdue,” Meowth said.

James collapsed onto the bed. “I’m worried,” he said.

“About what?” Meowth said.

“I’m worried about if I’ll be a good parent.”

“You’ll probably make a good parent,” Meowth said, massaging James’s feet. He pressed his paw into James’s finely arched soles and rubbed his slender toes.

“Maybe you’re right,” James breathed.

“You kinda already sound like you’re in labor,” Meowth said.

James moved to a more comfortable position. “Maybe I’m just hot and bothered,” he said. He lowered his eyelids, trying to look sexy. He let out a falsetto giggle. “My mother is coming tomorrow. She’d have a fit if she walked in on us right now.”

Meowth stroked James’s hair. “She knows about the kitten, right?” he asked.

“Yes, I wrote her about it,” James said.

They sat on the bed for a while.

“Did you still want to have sex?” Meowth asked.

“Yes, I’m pretty hormonal,” James said.

They closed the bedroom door.

-O-o-O-

The next day, James’s mother came. As soon as she came in, she and James hugged. She could only stay for one night. She had to go back to work the next day. She didn’t have to work, but she chose to.

James cooked dinner for everyone. He made sure to make extra food.

After dinner, he and Bethany went into his bedroom. James confessed about being worried when Bethany asked him why he wasn’t more enthusiastic.

“You’re really lucky you love Meowth,” Bethany said.

“I suppose,” James said.

“Why aren’t you excited?” Bethany asked.

“I’m just so nervous. I’m afraid I won’t be a good parent to the kitten.”

“Of course you’ll be a good parent. You may be a former Team Rocket member, but you do have parental instincts. You’ve got what a lot of people don’t have these days: a good heart. Stay true to yourself and your kitten and you’ll be fine.”

James had broken down in tears. “Oh, Mother. I wish we could’ve been this close sooner,” he cried.

Bethany hugged James.

“Now, about what you’re going to name the kitten….”

-O-o-O-

The next day, Bethany had to leave. James and Meowth waved from the porch as she drove away.

They went inside. James felt a strange movement inside of him.

“Meowth….the kitten is kicking harder,” James said.

Meowth put a paw on James’s stomach.

“Wow. The kitten is pretty active today.”

James put a hand on Meowth’s paw. It seemed as if the kitten would come out at any time.

-O-o-O-

James was well over nine weeks pregnant with the kitten.

He wasn’t showing as much as he would with a human baby, but he still felt like he was carrying a Voltorb in his shirt.

One morning, Meowth was trying to help James get up.

“It’ll be fine, Meowth. I can manage,” James said. He suddenly felt a sharp flash of pain. He doubled over, clutching his stomach.

“Are you okay?” Meowth asked.

“I think I’m in labor,” James panted.

“Stay in bed, Jimmy,” Meowth tried to sound calm.

James shifted into a sitting position and breathed deeply. A few hours later, James gave birth to a tiny Meowth kitten.

“It’s a girl,” James said.

“What’s her name?” Meowth asked. He bit off the kitten’s umbilical cord.

“Her name is Methesia,” James said.

“That’s pretty,” Meowth said. He put the placenta on a plate. He and James could make a breakfast for two out of it.

James wiped away his tears as he brought Methesia to his bosom and nursed her. He had to be strong for his kitten.

-O-o-O-

The next day, James and Meowth got married. They held the ceremony in their backyard.

James put on his white dress and wove tiny white roses into his hair. He wasn’t a virgin, but as a former member of Team Rocket, he didn’t care about rules.

James stood by the window. This was it. He was about to tie the knot with Meowth. He thought Jessiebelle had scared him away from marriage for life.

He briefly thought about how a character in a movie made a rope out of sheets tied together and climbed out of a window. He immediately banished that thought.

“I have to be strong for Meowth and Methesia,” James thought. “I can’t think about the past.”

He looked in the mirror, checking his appearance. He had something old (his dress, from one of their disguises), something new (he’d just gotten a new bottlecap), something borrowed (he’d borrowed a slip from Jessie), and something blue (his hair).

“You look just fine,” a voice said.

James turned around. “Mother!”

Bethany hugged James. “You’re going to be a beautiful bride to Meowth and a great parent to your kitten,” she said.

“Thank you, Mother,” James said, wiping away tears.

-O-o-O-

Bethany went to sit down with the other guests (Jessie and Mondo). James stood quietly, waiting for his cue. He took a deep breath.

As he walked down the aisle, he knew even though he was scared, he had to do it.

He had to be strong for the kitten and Meowth.

-O-o-O-o-O-

Moral of the story: Team Rocket members don't care about virginity and placenta makes a great romantic breakfast for you and your cat-husband.

[munsonology]

I saw the other pregnancy story and I raise you MY parents pregnancy story

My mom is a nurse who works labor and delivery. My dad is well...my dad? He is a former stoner who somehow got a job as a security guard and got on the straight and narrow (can't risk his job if they drug test him!). Anyways, my mom also did not think she was pregnant right away because she is also very irregular when it comes to her period. Her best friend just announced she was pregnant. My mom's friend joked "maybe YOU'RE pregnant too". My mom was like ???....!!!!

Went home and tested and bam. Pregnant. My dad was panicking slightly (my mom's favorite story is how she told him he was so ecstatic and happy and they cried and hugged and after they calmed down he immediately pulled away panicked and said "WE GOTTA HIDE THE WEED" and she replied "you haven't smoked for a year there is no weed" and he just went "oh shit yea" 😭)

Then when it came time for the birth, you aren't allowed to eat or drink anything during. Just ice chips. So her water broke at my grandparents and she was just chilling whilst my dad was like "OH GOD ITS TIME GET JN THE VAN" and she did and he was so panicked he was like "wait how do I get there from here". So my mom is giving my dad directions and he's like a ball of anxiety until he realizes "wait we're in the middle of town now and the hospital is the opposite way". This bitch gave him directions to a Dairy Queen because she was craving a milkshake and French fries and knew they wouldn't let her eat when she got there 😭. He is not happy and is mumbling threats at her but gets her the food and off to the hospital they go! They arrive and according to my dad she "strolls in, sunglasses on, almost finished milkshake in one hand and the other on her stomach, looking like a goddess". And her coworkers looked at her and all she said was "its time" and everyone was like OKAY LETS GO.

After three hours of waiting (labor had started but I guess there are different stages idk like the water had broken but it still takes awhile if its your first?) My mother, my beautiful amazing snarky mother looks at my dad who is now mumbling about how he should have picked something up at the dairy queen, and tells him to get out. YES!!! He is sitting there like 😟 and she says "oh its gonna be many more hours go get something to eat then come back, cause you are NOT eating in this room in front of me". And my dad being my dad is like no I love you im going to stay and she tells him that his favorite local family diner opened back up after it had been closed for renovations. Mom jokes you could see smoke from how quick he ran out of there.

My dad then says while he was sitting at this diner eating a burger and humming, his waitress came up and asked what he was doing there (he did not realize she was flirting at the time but my mom yelled at him that the waitress was). My dad's reply was "Oh my wife is giving birth right now 😃" and this waitress immediately scoffed and the other diner patrons turned to look at him andglares at him! He realized his mistake but he already dug himself in the hole. He paid and left an extra large tip.

He returned to my mom, who was sitting watching TV and grumbling about how long this was gonna take. 8 hours later, j was born

(Ngl I think the story is cute but those are MY parents ljke ew. But I can totally see all the Eddie fans go crazy so enjoy. I prefer Steve but dabble in some Eddie)

Thank you for sharing this! I loved reading it ☺️

I know I said fuck them kids the other day but I really do love pregnancy stories and kids!! I just don’t want KARENS assuming I have a kid or should’ve had one already 🙃 and I found out my cousin is pregnant again and I can feel my auntie’s head spinning around 😭

And your parents are so cute! AND DAIRY QUEEN 😭😭😭😭your mom is a literal queen for walking in the hospital like the baddie she is!!

And the entire diner judging your dad 😭 like they could’ve at least let him explain. I’ve seen some guys take a ps5 to the hospital and ngl I think I’d be playing too if I was waiting around for 16 hours to give birth I’m sorry 😭

My mom made my dad get her fish sandwiches and taco bell 😭 and it’s funny because I’ve never been to taco bell ever in my life. And she had really bad preeclampsia so she was admitted like right after the visit. I was like 3 weeks early so idk if they even had stuff set up yet lmaoooo

[sunflowerstudentnurse]

I probably shouldn’t post about this on here because it’s so personal, but what the hell.

Trigger warning: miscarriage

I’ve debated a long time about having kids. I wasn’t sure if that was something I wanted out of life. C and I finally decided to bite the bullet and do it. He always wanted kids, and regardless of my inadequacies of being a mom, he would be a great dad. I’ve always thought he would be a great dad.

We tried for three months and got pregnant on the third month. I was so excited, but so stressed. I tested often and had hcg beta levels drawn twice on 16 days post ovulation, and 20 days. They were adequate for that timeline.

I went for my first ultrasound when I was 7 weeks and 5 days on 4/19, C went with me. The doctor told me I was 6 weeks and 5 days. She said I was probably just off with my dating and my last period. I had that horrible gut feeling in my stomach, but she showed us everything. The gestational sac, the yolk sac, the embryo, that little flickering heartbeat. For two weeks, I struggled. I knew so deeply that something was wrong, but thought it was just the nurse in me overreacting. I finally couldn’t handle it and went to an ultrasound place where they said there was no heartbeat, I knew before they told me, I could see that little embryo with no movement. I was on hold for thirty minutes, but I was able to get an appointment with one of the doctors in my group to do a transvaginal ultrasound to confirm.

Did I mention I work with these doctors? That I’m a L&D nurse that is well aware of what was happening. That the office staff tried to convince me I just needed to go to L&D to be evaluated, but I know we don’t see patients until 18 weeks, that I know I would be in ED for hours with a non emergent situation. When I told them that, they immediately found me an appointment. I shouldn’t have had to tell them that. They shouldn’t be favoring me because I work in the same healthcare system and know the way things work.

The doctor told me I could have asked one of them to scan me on the unit, which I could have, but then everyone at work would know I’m pregnant. She told me the clinic I walked into was maybe wrong because it was an abdominal ultrasound, and 8 and a half weeks was still too early. As soon as she found the sac I knew again though, she pointed out all the things that were there, but I told her there wasn’t a heartbeat, and she agreed. She told me I was measuring at 7 weeks 5 days, so it had been a week since the baby had last had a heartbeat. I already knew all this, I knew that sinking feeling I had at the first appointment was right, I knew there was a reason I couldn’t see us turning our extra room into a nursery, why I wouldn’t talk about the future with C when he’d ask me baby names.

She gave me the options. I could pass naturally in the next 6-8 weeks, I could get a d&c, but she recommended the mifepristone and misoprostol, so I agreed. I took the mifepristone in office, and 24 hours later I took the miso. Thirty minutes later I started cramping, and within an hour I was throwing up and cramping worse than I ever had with periods. A couple hours later, I saw the littlest placenta I’ve ever seen in the toilet.

I feel so empty now. Like all those plans I had in my head don’t mean anything any more, and maybe it’s because I never said them out loud. There won’t be a little dragon baby any more. December 1st will pass and it won’t mean anything to me, even though it should have.

I went out with C a little bit ago, and I kept having to remind myself not to cry. I’m not a crier, but maybe I am now. And now I have to continue like this wasn’t ever going to be. I didn’t tell anyone I was pregnant, so how do I tell them now I’m not?

And then one day, we just try again? I just one day put myself in the position that I might miscarry again?

And then I go back to work on 5/20. I go back, and I deliver other peoples babies and pretend my heart isn’t going to break again and again each time? I go back, and know that I’m going to cry at work one night, and my carefully curated personality is going to be ruined because all my co workers are going to see, they’re all going to know I’m broken inside, and they’re all going to try to make me feel better. I know after my managers saw my doctor’s note from a doctor on my unit that they’re going to know what happened, and they’re going to pull me into their office to try and make me feel better, and they’re not going to know what to do when I cry because I don’t ever cry.

How do people come back from this? How am I ever going to come back from this?

I don’t know how I have anything left to cry, I don’t know how I keep crying.

[pervysenpaix]

Traitor| Izuku Midoriya X ChubbyBlack!Reader

Naw, cause @plussizeficchick really slandered my husband in this amazing fic, I definitely recommend that you go read it. BUT this crime could not go unpunished, so I had to hit my good sis with the reverse Uno card. I present to you bitches, ✨angst✨

Warning (18+) Content| Minors Do Not Interact

TW: Mentions of pregnancy, and drunk, non-consentual sex. Impaired persons cannot give consent, my loves.

There's no way.

Absolutely no fucking way.

It hasn't even been two weeks.

Not even two full weeks since your world shattered. It's only been ten days since he broke your heart. Only 240 hours since Izuku Midoriya, your first love and Japan's #10 hero, walked out of your life and into hers.

How did we get here?

Weren't there signs ?

Of course, there were signs, but you chose to ignore them. Playing dumb, because you knew what would happen if you brought it up. He'd be annoyed, saying that they're just "old friends" even though your mind was screaming the opposite. He'd be angry, berating you for being paranoid, criticizing you about your weight gain. Maybe if you lost a little weight, you wouldn't feel so insecure. He'd be disgusted, grabbing his keys from the counter and slamming the door behind him. Waking your 4 month old son from his nap. It was you. Always you.

So you stayed quiet. Trying to be soft, and pretty. Never opposing, always in agreeance. Why would you oppose him? He was a hero! Who were you to question him? You were just his wife. The girl he fell in love with during high school. The girl he brought around all his friends, even her. The girl he married two years after graduation. The who'd given birth to his first child a year later. The girl he'd "blindsighted" with divorce papers a couple weeks go. The girl he'd forgot about the moment the ink was dry because now he was free to move on with her.

And she was pregnant.

Izuku didn't even give you the courtesy of a phone call; you'd found out from a post on Uravity's official Instagram page. The fans were ecstatic. Nobody cared about the chubby black American. Deku had made it official with the "sweet & bubbly" Japanese hero that everyone adored. You and your baby weren't even given a second thought.

The divorce proceedings went swiftly. Izuku was very generous, saying that he was more than happy to pay what was needed for you and Baby Dekuan 😭 to "adjust". Uraraka was at every meeting a smug smile on her face while she rubbed her "baby bump". The bitch was 6 weeks pregnant, but get it I guess. Forced conversations were drawn out to make everything seen civil, but you didn't miss the sarcastic compliments or jokes about Izuku "getting it right" this time around.

Taking it all in stride, you wished them the best and moved on with your life. Leaving your comfy home in the suburbs of Saitama, you moved about 45 minutes away into a nice, three-bedroom apartment in downtown Tokyo. It's not like you were strapped for cash, and who would want to stay in a place that held so many sad memories.

After about a month, things got easier. It no longer pained you to see Izuku's face on billboards, or to see the couple doing interviews about their little bun in the oven. Izuku rarely called. Often, just texting once a week to ask about the baby. Never even making an attempt to come and see his son in person. Which was fine with you because honestly you were better off without him. Insecurities melting away when you realized that you were never the problem, it was him.

It was like a lightbulb went off, freeing you from the shackles of self-loathing and doubt. No longer worrying about conforming to his standards or making yourself small to remain in his presence. You were starting to love yourself again. Dressing like the 25 year old MILF, that you are and not some comely housewife. Showing a little extra skin, here and there, despite your newfound pudginess. The new curves were great. You wore them well, and men seemed to like them. Not that you were interested in dating or anything, but you noticed the lingering glances you'd get when you were out and about with your baby boy.

On a particularly nice Saturday morning, you'd decided to take Dekuan on a walk to the grocery store. It was only a 5 minute walk, and your poor child needed some sun! So, you threw on your favorite sundress, the one that hugs you in all the right places, and left.

After grabbing everything that you needed you headed to checkout, only to be stopped by the sound of a baby crying and a familiar gruff voice trying to ... sing ?

"Shit, shit, shit, shit! Fuckin' Shitty Hair said that this would work." The blonde man mumbled, awkwardly petting the child's head. It was tiny, couldn't have been more than two months old, and it had the same blonde hair as the father. It's eyes were squeezed shut, but if they were open you were pretty sure they'd be red.

"Katsuki?"

"Who the fu- (Y/N)?

"Don't hold her like that, she's too small. Support her head like this" Reaching over you moved the hero's hands into the proper position and guided the baby towards his shoulder. "She sounds colicky, keep bouncing and trying to burp her until she calms down." Placing your hand over his, guide him through the action, explaining the right amount of pressure to use while cooing at the child. A few seconds later her loud wailing had reduced to sniffles and softer whines. Katuski sighed in relief, "Thanks she's been crying since I got her yesterday. Barely had any fuckin' sleep".

Exhausation was apparent on his features. Heavy bags were under his and his lips were bruised as if he'd been chewing on them. "Don't mention it. She'll need some gas relief drops and anti colic bottles. Is the mom breastfeeding?" Katsuki scoffed, "She doesn't have a mom. Fuckin' gold-digging bitch showed up at my agency yesterday asking for $3000/month in child support or $800,000 cash". This was shocking, it was hard to believe that he'd gotten caught up in something like this. He was always the responsible one, even back at UA. "Tch, I know what you're thinkin', yeah I'm a fuckin' idiot" he sighed, looking down at the, now sleeping, infant, "she was some British IG model that I fucked at dunceface's 24th last year. Already drunk off my ass and high as shit, I could barely fuckin' move but apparently my dick could".

The implication hung heavy in the air. Bakugo was raped.

When I said ✨angsty✨, I meant it bitch 🌚

Y'all want part two ?

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