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goat-guy-tm · 1 year ago

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I have a friend I've mentioned a lot in past posts that I scream about MYS/MCD to, and I share a lot of hcs with her and a few I shared recently that I wanted to post here were some MYS!Gene & his family hcs;

CW//; MENTIONS OF DEADLY CAR CRASHES, THE MEDICAL CONSEQUENCES OF SUCH, PARENTAL DEATH, AND JUVENILE CORRECTION CENTERS/JUVIE

Gene and Dante didn't always grow up with just their mom, when they were younger their father was present too. For a lot of their life actually. When Gene was 15 and just learning to drive, his dad would commonly be the one teaching him and he would bring Dante with them every so often. Mainly just cause Dante begged to come.

While Gene was a pretty killed driver he did suffer from some minor anxiety with it, mainly just the knowledge that while he is driving safe as he can, not everyone else is. This sadly became a horror to him when one day he was out driving with his dad and Dante when someone on the other side of the road was swerving. While the man didn't hit anyone at first, Gene, still a student learning to drive, got scared and tried to swerve out of the way and the guy headed towards them. Unbeknownst to him, if Gene hadn't swerved they would have been fine. His fast acting anxiety caused him and the other driver to hit each other. The crash wasn't pretty, with Gene's dad's car flipped and over in a ditch. In the heat of the moment Gene's dad had tried to cover Gene with his arm to avoid the air bag breaking anything, sadly this would be the last thing Gene's father could do for him, as being in the front passanger seat his father passed away. Gene came out of it with a few broken bones and a hell of a lot of bruising, but Dante wasn't so lucky. Because of the crash' severity, another car had full force ran into the back of their's, crushing the car around Dante's lower half, and paralyzing him from the waist down.

Once Gene had recovered though, he was quickly taken to court by the family of the other driver, who had also died from the crash. While it was fought that Gene was a scared child who acted on impulse to keep his family safe, witnesses noted that it was Gene who made first contact with the truck the man had been driving.

Gene got stuck with two years of detentional sentencing and community service. He missed graduating with the rest of his class, and when he got out, he became talk of the school, everyone losing their mind of Gene, the cool kid who got put in juvie for a few years. He didn't like talking about it, but everyone thought it was the coolest thing, of course without knowing why he was there.

Gene would eventually start to get into more 'troubled teen' activities in school, starting the Shadow Knights and tagging empty hallways of the large school. The local police force knew him well after a while, and Gene seemed to really change after being forced through juvie. Never anything horrible, but just those little things to get attention again.

Dante was now a wheel chair user. He got accustome to it pretty easily,,,at least somewhat. Using it to get around wasnt too hard but he quickly realized how many things changed for him. Thankfully Phoenix Drop High was already quite accessible, and the teachers let him leave classes early to get accustomed to moving around the halls when he first returned to school.

>I would like to note that the time Gene spends in juvie is based off research I did in my state, as in my state any kind of vehicular manslaughter is considered a 2nd degree felony, and juveniles can spend several years in a facility for a 2nd degree depending on the crime. Since Gene had no intention of hitting the other man and was quite obviously doing it out of self defense persay, he gets a smaller sentence, but still a sentence none the less.

#aphmau mystreet #aphmau rewrite #gene mystreet #dante mystreet #tw car accident #tw car crash #tw death #tw disability #tw parent death #tw juvinile arrest

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sabermoonlight1616 · 2 years ago

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So, you see. . .

I have returned to my Minecraft fixation after spending an ample amount of time in the Kingdom Hearts fandom.

And then my brain, at 3 am, while I was working on the final touches for my essay due tomorrow, thought: hey, what if that portal thingy Derek and Garte used to banish Michael, Zack and Elizabeth in MyStreet ended up ripping their dimension to shreds because it wasn't stable like it was in canon?

And I was like: Okay

Then my brain added: What if the little Ro'Meave bros survived because of Divine Warrior blood coursing through their veins, and they somehow ended up in Empired S1?

Thus, another weird AU was born.

Not the first weird AU I thought about but certainly the first one I decided to post here for some reason.

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dilly-dahlia · 9 months ago

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Blue Haired Boy

pairing: Dante x reader

content: takes place in mystreet season 1, reader is described as having faded dyed hair, inspired by “Blue Haired Boy” by Madilyn Mei, meet-cute, fluff, use of y/n

summary: The blue haired boy across the street is cute, though you never had the guts to talk to him.

word count: 2.8k

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Every single day at exactly 2:37 in the afternoon, while you are out on your porch reading a book or working on a project, the guy with blue hair that lived in the house diagonal from yours walked across his driveway to retrieve his mail.

Not that you watched him. It was simply one of those things you noticed. You were outside so often around that time that you just started to see the pattern, and eventually realized it was part of his routine. Checking the mail every day at 2:37 was part of his routine just like standing in front of the mailbox and sifting through each envelope was. Or the way he would puff out his cheeks when there was nothing. Or the way he would try balancing tiny packages on his head as he walked back to his front door.

It wasn’t creepy. That’s what you kept telling yourself. You just noticed it. It wasn’t creepy, but some inkling inside you said that it was.

It was mere chance that you found yourself on a stroll around the block with your niece at that exact time. You didn’t intend to bump into him on said stroll, but . . . Well, things happen.

It really was your luck that everything lined up perfectly. Your brother—who was a rich and successful business man, much unlike you—had an out of state meeting that weekend. He had asked you to watch his toddler daughter, offering to pay you a gracious sum for keeping her for a few days. You accepted, not only because she was your niece but because you could really use that money.

What boggled your mind was the three page schedule your brother gave you, detailing what she was to do, eat, and think every second of the day.

It was a bit odd to you. You and your brother were raised with parents who could care less about what their children did with their lives, so why the strict schedule?

Nonetheless, you abided by it. It was pure luck that the little girl was to be taken on a “nature experience” (the footnote written on the bottom of the paper detailed that “nature experience” was fancy wording for walk, where your niece was to be put in a stroller because “she’s a baby, who expects her to walk for thirty minutes straight?”) every day at exactly 2:15 and it was to end at 2:45.

Obviously you wouldn’t walk circles around the same block for thirty minutes, so you took her across the street as well where you coincidentally ran into the blue haired boy at exactly 2:37.

The first interaction was short. It was a simple pass by where the only words you said were, “Excuse me,” as he opened his mailbox. He had turned his head, his eyes slightly widened before he scooted closer to the mailbox.

You pushed the stroller past him as he muttered an apology and gave him a kind smile.

“It’s alright,” you said. “It’s my fault for having this big stroller.”

He chuckled, though you could tell it was forced—something to fuel the small talk. His gaze flicked down to your niece before returning to yours. “Cute baby,” he said.

Your smile widened. “Thank you.”

Nothing else was said. The two of you mutually parted ways and you ran the conversation over and over again in your head, wondering what you could have said differently.

—

What you didn’t know was that the reason it was always Dante that retrieved the mail was because he hoped to catch sight of his pretty neighbor.

He always did, though you were never looking at him. Your head was always turned down, focusing on what you were doing in that moment.

Every day you barely missed each other’s gazes. He would glance at you as he was walking down the driveway, and you would glance at him as he looked through his mail and walked back up. The both of you remained completely oblivious to the other’s stare.

After your short interaction yesterday, he hoped you would pass by his house again. Maybe this time he would have a bit more bravado to his words.

Yesterday was a mishap. He was normally smoother, flirting with any pretty girl he came across and sweeping them off their feet. But you were different. You made him falter, even if for just a moment.

Dante allowed a faint smile to paint his features when he saw you cross the road to his side of the street. He stayed by the front door just a moment longer before finally stepping outside, trying to time his footsteps so he could meet you at his mailbox.

It barely worked. He had been just a few paces away by the time you approached and smiled.

“Hey,” he said, lifting a hand to offer an awkward wave. Irene, he wanted to bang his head against a wall. Where was the suaveness he usually had? The things the stupid class he taught in high school had taught him?

“Hey.” You slowed down as you neared him. That had to mean something, right? Slowing down meant you wanted to talk.

Right?

“Another walk?” Dante noticed the stroller you rolled around. He assumed that was the cause of your walks, since he hadn’t seen you with it before yesterday. He silently thanked Irene for the buffer in conversation. Something easy he could talk about.

You nodded. “Yeah. She likes being outside.” You motioned to the baby in the stroller, who was currently hitting her forehead with the heels of her hands. “I think. Naomi, let’s not do that.”

Your attention turned to the baby, trying to get her to stop hitting herself. You knelt down and wrapped your hands around her small wrists to pull them away from her face. Naomi looked at you with big eyes before jumping, instead hitting her little legs.

Dante chuckled. He had always found babies cute. He watched you reach into the bag that was hung across the stroller’s handles to pull out a set of colorful plastic keys. You handed it to Naomi, who took it and started shaking it.

You stared at her for a moment before accepting the small win. You checked the time on your phone before standing upright.

“I should get her home,” you absentmindedly said. You turned to Dante and gave him a kind smile. “It was nice to bump into you again. Maybe we can meet again . . .”

You trailed off, leaving your sentence open ended so he could tell you his name.

“Dante,” he said all too quickly. He cleared his throat and repeated himself. “My name’s Dante.”

You nodded. “Alright, Dante.” His name on your lips made Dante go weak in the knees. He felt like he would collapse at any moment. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Dante nodded. His gaze followed you as you walked off with Naomi before he realized he probably looked like a stalker and looked away.

It wasn’t until you were already at the door to your house and Dante was walking up his driveway, envelopes in hand, that he realized he hadn’t gotten your name.

—

Your brother returned to pick up Naomi earlier than expected. Almost an entire day, to be exact. You begrudgingly gave her up, accepting the fact that now you would have to initiate conversation with the blue-haired boy down the street on your own (not that you hadn’t been doing that before, but you no longer had plausible cause to just find yourself in front of his house).

Dante. You rolled his name around in your head, even had gone as far as letting the syllables leave your lips in a whisper. You liked the name—loved it, even—and found yourself imagining conversations with him in your head.

One last time, you decided. You would go on one more walk (even if Naomi wasn’t with you) and talk to him again. Hopefully this time would be a fruitful effort. You prayed you gathered enough confidence to ask him out. Even getting his number would be a major milestone in your book.

You took a deep breath before stepping out your front door. You took a shorter route this time, walking across the street and making a lap around his block as opposed to making a figure eight with both your blocks like you did with Naomi.

You felt your heart jump to your throat as you got closer and closer to his house. There was a car in the driveway, which was unusual since you knew Dante and one of his roommates kept their cars in the garage.

You nearly lost your breath when Dante didn’t walk out the door at 2:37. You convinced yourself that he thought it was weird you suddenly started appearing and talking to him at his mailbox. It was so out of the blue, who wouldn’t think it was weird?

Your footsteps hastened as you passed his house, hoping to put it behind you as soon as possible so you could go home and face plant into a pillow.

It wasn’t until you saw the flash of blue hair from the corner of your eye that you turned your head and smiled. You didn’t miss the three bodies watching him from the windows.

It made you chuckle. You paused and waited for Dante t meet you at the mailbox.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey yourself,” he said, breathlessly.

Your heartbeat calmed. Everything seemed right.

—

“Ooo, Dante’s in lo-ove,” Garroth sang, draping himself across the blue-haired boy’s shoulders. “Look at the way he’s blushing.”

Garroth teasingly pinched Dante’s cheek, making Dante smack his hand from his face and turn away. “It isn’t anything serious,” he said.

“Uh, yeah. That’s why he always insists on checking the mail at the exact same time even if it’s Sunday,” Travis scoffed from his place on the couch. “Dude, I’m pretty sure the post office isn’t even open Sundays.”

“It’s so I can get outside, stupid,” Dante said, rolling his eyes. “Apologizes for having a job that keeps me in my house all day.”

“Right, my bad.” Laurance held his hands up. “Didn’t realize you were suddenly so big on Vitamin D.”

Dante opened his mouth to retaliate, but ultimately ended up like a fish suffocating on air. Laurance laughed, exaggerating by doubling over and pointing.

“Shut up! Not everyone can get a fancy job at a restaurant that treats its employees like celebrities!” Dante snapped. He could feel himself heating up, especially with the stupid red jacket he always wore.

Laurance worked the morning shift as a cook at a high-end restaurant. He was out of the house from eight in the morning to three in the afternoon most days, so he was unaware of what Dante and Travis did all day at home.

“That is what this lovely thing called a degree gets you, Dante!” Laurance yelled back. “You would know that if you pursued higher education.”

“The point is, you have an excuse to go outside every now and then. I don’t, so I get the mail.” Dante shrugged, as if it were common sense. He tried making himself disappear from the conversation by opening the dishwasher and beginning to empty it, but of course someone had something else to say.

“Well, me personally”—Travis raised his hand—“I just take my work to the backyard sometimes. Works wonders. Look at this tan, baby.”

Travis lifted the sleeve of his T-shirt, showing off the faintest tan line any of them had ever seen.

“Travis, that has got to be the most pathetic tan ever,” Laurance said.

Garroth chipped in with something Dante didn’t care to pay attention to. Now that the attention was off him, he just had to wait patiently until his usual time to check the mail. He knew he would at least see you, but he hoped you decided to go on another walk so he could actually talk to you.

Dante cursed when he looked at the microwave clock, seeing that it was 2:38. He let the plate he had been cleaning excess food off of clatter back into the sink before grabbing a towel to dry his hands and sprint to the front door.

His roommates voiced their confusion, gazes following with raised eyebrows.

“Oh, hell no,” Laurance said when Dante had dropped the towel on the floor by the door. “Dante, you can’t just-”

“If any of you embarrass me I will genuinely see to it that your funeral arrangements are exactly the way you want,” Dante said before closing the front door behind him with such force it shook the doorframe. He knew the three of them would watch from the window, but he didn’t care. As long as they didn’t come outside.

He ran down the driveway until you turned your head and smiled at him. He slowed his steps, trying to catch his breath before he reached you.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey yourself,” he said, breathlessly. He swallowed, trying to keep himself from doubling over to complain about how much running sucked.

He noticed the absence of a stroller, motioning toward . . . Well, nothing. “No baby today?”

You shook your head. “No, my brother came and picked her up earlier.”

Dante opened his mouth to form an O. “She was cute.”

“She was.”

Dante knew you must have felt as much of an idiot as he did because your held your hands together in front of you as he opened the mailbox, awkwardly standing there.

“I, uhm, I like your hair,” Dante said, motioning to his own. “I like the washed out look. Was it pink before?”

You nodded, hands going up to brush against the ends of your hair. “Yeah. It was a rose color.”

Dante smiled. He knew that. He had seen you with that same color more times than he could count and assumed it was your favorite.

“It’s a nice color. I like it.”

A faint smile crossed your lips. “Thank you.”

Another moment of awkward silence passed. Dante thumbed the corner of the enveloped in his hand, trying to think of something to say.

Neither of you wanted to leave. You both wanted to hang onto the conversation just a bit longer.

“I was wondering-”

“Do you think-”

Both of your eyes widen simultaneously. You softly laugh, tucking hair behind your ear.

“Sorry. Go ahead,” you said.

Dante nodded, swiping his tongue over his lips before continuing. His mouth was suddenly dry.

“I was just wondering, uhm.” He paused, blinking at you for a moment as he chased after the words that had escaped him. “Would you want to hang out, or something? Sometime? If not then it’s totally fine, I just, thought I would ask.”

You smiled, nodding. “I’d like that.”

Dante returned the nod, softly slapping the envelopes against his palm. “Cool. Uh.”

Your smile widened, your heart beating in your ears. He was just as nervous as you, even if you were holding up a better exterior. “Could I have your number?” you asked.

Dante blinked, as if he couldn’t believe you just asked that.

“Yes,” he said, nodding quickly and accepting your phone when you handed it to him. “Yeah. Definitely.”

Dante kept a tight hold on your phone to prevent his hands from shaking as he typed his number into your phone. He gave it back after creating his contact, smiling.

“I-I never got your name, by the way.” He whispered the confession, running a hand through his blue hair. Irene, why was he so hot?

“Oh!” You froze with a shocked expression on your face for a moment. You could have sworn you told him. “Right. I’m Y/n.”

Dante’s gaze trailed over your figure quickly before meeting yours again. “That’s a pretty name. Like you.”

Your smile was like a beam of light, and the sound of your laugh was one Dante wanted to bottle up. “Thank you. You’re not too bad looking yourself.”

This entire conversation is a train wreck.

But as Dante waved bye and watched you cross the road, he smiled. He gave you his number and asked you out, so he must have charmed you at least a little bit.

He dreading going back into his house. He debated going to Aphmau’s instead, but he was already too far. Garroth had opened the door and all three of them started instantly teasing him.

“It’s true love!” Laurance exclaimed. “She made him lose his stupid, cocky attitude.”

“Don’t worry, Dante, I’ll get a license so I can marry the two of you,” Garroth said. Travis had started air-playing the saxophone and performed a horrible rendition of “Careless Whisper.”

“You guys so so stupid.” Dante pushed them away from him, closing the door behind him. He shoved through them to continue his earlier task of loading the dishwasher, and eventually his roommates tired of bugging him.

Dante felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket, opening the message from the unknown number.

Hey, this is Y/n

Dante smiled.

Maybe he didn’t do so bad after all.

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#dahlia's dreams ☾#aphmau #mystreet #aphblr #aphverse #dante aphmau #mystreet dante #dante x reader #dante mystreet #garroth ro’meave #laurance zvahl #travis valkrum #mystreet x reader #reader x dante

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beau-bunny · 9 months ago

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Mystreet has brilliant potential as a more “innocent and casual” modern au of Diaries to be the universe that heals all the heavy scars that Diaries left behind.

In Mystreet, Laurance’s dads are both alive and the Zvahl family lives as a very happy nuclear family. Sasha and Laurance had a small grudge in their childhood over Laurance leaving the gang in his freshman year, but when they’re older they make up and stay close friends.

Zane and Aphmau used to bicker a lot in their childhood (and very much still do on occasion in their adulthood), but somehow ended up forming a tight-knit friendship over their shared autism I mean interests, making Aphmau one of Zane’s first ever friends. Zane ends up becoming deeply loyal to Aphmau as a true and genuine friend, who would do anything for her and do his best to keep her from harm when the chips fell down. He becomes integrated into Aphmau’s group of found family. He could never dream of hurting her.

Garroth and Zane struggled in their childhood to connect, with Zane’s constant attempts to push everyone away and appear guarded and non-vulnerable, but when dire circumstance finally forced Zane to put his ego aside and open up for once in his life, they do end up connecting and becoming incredibly close as brothers. ((GUYS. REVERSE OF THE IRENE DIMENSION SCENE IN STARLIGHT GUYS. INSTEAD WE HAVE GARROTH FIGHTING HIS LITTLE BROTHER WHILE ZANE BEGS THAT THERES STILL GOOD IN HIM AND TO COME BACK TO HIM AND BE BROTHERS AGAIN. THEY REVERSE THE ROLES IN MYSTREET. AND THIS IS HOW THEY HEAL. FUCK YEAH))

Jeffory lives. And though he and Katelyn still had their break-up, in their later years they still keep in touch, occasionally seeing each other again as Jeffory is invited to house parties and holiday celebrations. He’s happily married to a new wife, who doesn’t die, and raises his daughter in peaceful bliss. He and Zane never meet.

Gene becomes a good guy. More specifically, he becomes a caring older brother and partner. There’s never any point where he and Dante don’t keep in contact. In his childhood, Gene was an edgy emo prick desperate to be cool and superior through manipulation and blackmail, but he mellows out a lot in his 20s, because in this universe, he doesn’t have any reason to keep fighting. Life is good, no one ever betrayed him (aside from Laurance leaving the gang, but when he’s an adult his perspective on that changes from “how could you leave us for a goody-two-shoes PREP life” to “yeah that was very understandable tbh we were NOT a healthy clique lmao”), he was never killed, no one is making him fight for anything, nothing is there to make him bitter and angry and vengeful. There’s nothing to avenge. So he’s happy. He loves his little brother, he loves tormenting him and teasing him, but at the end of the day he would die for him. He loves his doting parents, he’s a happily married polyamorous husband to both Zenix and Sasha forever and I will die on that hill, he reconnects with Laurance and apologizes for all the trouble they had in their youth. Laurance forgives him with a laugh and a joke, the two hug it out, and stay acquaintances. Laurance forms a closer bond with both Zenix and Sasha as a result.

Zenix and Garroth are best friends, especially when they’re adults. It takes them a bit, because in highschool I imagine Garroth would know Zenix as “one of the kids in that mean-looking ruffian gang that made my boyfriend Laurance cry, so fuck you” or even alternatively, if you’ll allow me to be a bit more self-indulgent, “that’s Zane’s weird little friend that comes over sometimes and is very loud and breaks things on occasion.” But like. they can’t NOT be friends in this universe. they should get to maintain their old bond in this universe. Where Zenix is like an additional little brother to the Ro’meave family. Once they become friends, they never have any fallout or problems, they stay friends, and Zenix is very worried about whatever the hell went down on Starlight and very badly wants to make sure that Garroth is okay.

This is the universe where the Diaries characters and their relationships in Diaries are allowed to happen again, but this time, it happens without any of the conflict that tore people apart. There’s no war to fight, there’s no shadow knights that do dastardly things, there’s no heaven and hell colliding that forces people to pick sides—they just get to live. And if life is good and normal and happy for all of them, how do they change? What bonds never die, that did prior? They all get to be friends in ways that they never could before. Zane never goes on a murdering spree antagonizing all of Phoenix Drop for years, so he’s able to meet Nana and the two fall in love, when in Diaries the two never even met. They were always too far apart to have met (and frankly I bet Diaries Nana would have a lot more violent words to say to the man that terrorized her best friend and new home). Zane becomes friends with Aphmau, of all people. Laurance keeps Sasha as a close friend. They heal, man.

travis is an exception to this rule though, he does not get to heal in this universe. it gets worse for him actually

#aphmau #Mystreet #MCD #Minecraft diaries #aphblr #aphmau headcanons #aphmau rewrite

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starhvney · 11 months ago

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garroth x fem pregnant!reader? wholesome and/or spicy? (if you need me to verify my age, I can ask off anon)

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet garroth x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when investigating your suspicions on the cause of you recent "illness", your husband comes home to find the answer together

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff to soft/gentle smut, reader and garroth are married, creampie, emotional reader and garroth, he whimpers and cries after… just read it.

𝐂𝐖: pregnancy and smut

𝐀/𝐍: and if i write several fanfiction in a day?! who’s gonna stop me?? you, the person reading this?! i didn’t think so. now read. i know what you and garroth did.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

your heart pounds in your chest, breaths shallow as you stare down at the three pieces of plastic that shake in your trembling hands. each result very strongly displayed positive back at you, and your suspicions that the “sickness” you had been feeling for the past week wasn’t just a stomach bug you were fighting off.

it’s really not a shock how you got here, and you weren’t upset by it, either. you and your husband had always wanted to start a family together, and now that you two were comfortably stable in your marriage you two had decided to “lighten up” on protection a couple of months ago. you two weren’t actively trying for a baby, but you also weren’t not trying, either.

although, your husband’s actions when you two were under the sheets showed he may have been much more… eager than he let on. once the plastic and pills were trashed, he’d keep you up for hours every night, your legs hitched over his shoulders and his body pressed onto yours. he’d prop your hips up and keep them there after you were both thoroughly spent, scooping up whatever tried to drip down your legs with his fingers and pushing it back inside. you’d be left sore, hips screaming but the rest of you satisfied and tired.

if it isn’t the consequences of your own actions.

you weren’t upset by this, not at all. but you? a mother? would you be good enough? were you truly ready for this? what if you turned out to be a horrible mother instead?

you didn’t realize how long you had been standing there in shock, until garroth’s voice interrupted you out of your thoughts, causing you to cover the tests with your hands in surprise.

“there you are. still feeling sick?” he sighs, coming up behind you and sliding his hands around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. “i was calling for you…”

his voice trails off, his muscles freezing when he glances down at your hands.

“…is that… a thermometer?” he mumbles, hands reaching forward to engulf your own before pulling them away, revealing the two blue lines that lay underneath them. “no, that’s not…”

“positive?” he freezes, gripping your hand tightly in his as you look up, nodding. “you’re pregnant?”

the next second he’s left your side, feet thudding against the floors as he sprints away with the tests in hand. he shouts, loud cheers escaping his lips as he runs throughout the house. you stand there in amused shock, blinking at the empty doorway before he’s back, scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around.

“we’re gonna be parents!” he laughs, making you yelp in surprise as he starts to bounce in place, carrying you over his shoulder into your bedroom.

“ga–ar–roth!” you wrap your arms around your ecstatic husband’s shoulders to stabilize yourself, your voice broken in startled laughter as each jump interrupts your breaths.

“i’m gonna be a dad! you’re gonna be a mom!”

finally, he sets you down after one more spin, hands holding the sides of your face as he leans down to kiss you. your hands rest on his chest that heaves and thuds with his rapid heartbeat. he pulls back, eyebrows furrowing as he looks down at you, his fingers brushing under your eyes.

you come to the realization that it was tears he was wiping from your cheeks, the salty wet streaks streaming from your eyes dampening his fingers as they land against them. his forehead comes down to rest on yours as he brushes away your hair in concern.

“are you okay?” his voice is starkly different from before, the deep timbre gentle and soft—with a certain cadence of love in it he reserved just for you.

you nod, sniffling with a small laugh and raising your hands to rest on top of his. “yeah, i was… just feeling nervous. but you just reminded me why i shouldn’t.”

“nervous?”

“yeah, that i,” you take in a shaky breath. “that i wouldn’t be… i don’t know. good enough.”

“you?” he breathes, huffing a laugh. “you’re perfect. you’re going to be the perfect mother. and i’ll be the best father i can be, and i’ll be there with you every step of the way. our baby is going to be so loved.”

you laugh quietly with him, sniffling. “yeah.”

he leans down to press another kiss against your lips, lifting you up with much less vigor than earlier and settling you down onto the bed. your gaze lands on him as he moves to hover above you, realizing his own eyes were misty with tears.

“i’m so happy. thank you,” he dips down to nudge his face into your neck, fingers digging into your side before sliding underneath you and scooping you closer to him. “thank you. thank you.”

kiss after kiss, he mutters a thank you between each loving press of his lips against your skin. soft touches soon turn into heated gasps and pants, garroth’s hands greedily ripping off each layer of your and his clothing.

you find yourself taking him to the hilt soon after, eyes rolling back at his gentle touch and each mind-numbingly slow grind of his hips into yours. pleased hums and grunts leave garroth’s lips as he continues to roll himself into you at a steady pace, his eyes glossy and skin glowing with a sheen of sweat.

“so good. you’re gonna be such a good mom, baby.” he rasps, bottom lip pulled between his teeth and eyebrows furrowed for a moment as his hips stutter against yours. “i love you so much.”

“m’love you.” you return, legs shaking around his hips as your brain melts into nothing but pleasure.

“come with me, please, please, please.” he whimpers, hand reaching down to press his hand right against where his length was buried inside.

you cry out, your release coming suddenly and sucking him in, triggering him to come right after. your legs wobble as he buries his face into your neck, his lips pressing a low groan into your sweaty skin.

after a moment he lifts his head, a few salty crystalline tears hanging onto his eyelashes and clumping them together into wisps. you reach up to cup his cheeks, swiping under his eyes as you try to catch your breath. he once again rests his forehead against yours, pressing another deep kiss against your lips.

his chest heaves as he pulls out, rolling off of you and pulling you to lay on top of him, hugging you tightly against his chest. the lower half of your body is once again immobile, muscles screaming despite his gentle treatment with you today.

“fuck,” you moan, your legs burning dully. “i won’t be able to walk again for another week.”

“that just means i did my job right.” he snickers smugly to himself.

you smack his chest, and the two of you lay there in content silence, reveling in the afterglow. until about thirty seconds later, when garroth absentmindedly begins to talk again.

“so, when do you want to paint the nursery?”

“garroth are you serious—“

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