#oh wait my period is due in like four days

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

You know what? No. You can't be an artist without experiencing a little torture and hardship in life.

[finelinefae]

Could we please get a check in with the aviator? I love them like no other i swear

synopsis: y/n finds out she's pregnant with Aviator!Hs baby.

wordcount: 2.6 k

a/n: this isn't really a check-in more so something that happens a year into their relationship because i think about this moment a lot and i needed to write about it !!!!

also first one shot for the aviator whoop!!

. . .

It was the middle of the night. 

Y/N had been up since dinner, laying beside the toilet bowl so she could vomit the contents of her stomach every ten minutes. She’d stuck the thermometer under her armpit to check if she had a fever, only to find it at a completely normal temperature. 

She was tired and frustrated and her head hurt from throwing up so much. She hadn’t had a wink of sleep and she still had to get to work in the morning. 

The door swung open and Y/N lifted her tired eyes to find Nancy looking down at her, “You’ve been throwing up since dinner,” She held out a glass of cold water and Y/N gladly took it. 

“Sorry,” Y/N groaned, after taking a sip, “I’ve tried taking medicine but nothing seems to be working.”

Nancy sighed, “You don’t need to apologise, do you want me to call Harry?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head, “He’s been working all week, he’s probably exhausted.”

“Okay well you can’t just sit by the toilet all night, do you want me to warm you up some ginger ale?” Y/N sighed, considering her offer before pushing herself up from the floor and following Nancy to the kitchen.

She sat at the table, clutching her stomach and ignoring the nausea she felt. Nancy took out some ginger ale and began to heat in a saucepan over the stovetop. “I just don’t understand how I can feel like this but not even have a fever,” Y/N huffed. 

Nancy shrugged, “Are you due? Normally I feel pretty sick a week or so before my period starts,”

A dip forms between Y/N’s brows, “I don’t think so, I’m pretty sure-” Y/N paused, thinking back to the last time she had had her period. She had been waiting for it to arrive this week but one glance at the calendar on the kitchen refrigerator revealed that it was already a week late. 

Panic surged through her, “Nancy,” She gasped, looking up at her roommate and friend, “It’s late.”

Nancy’s eyes widened, “Are you sure?”

Y/N’s mind was racing to try and piece together the days but she knew that she was right and her period was over a week late.

Y/N didn’t have to say anything for Nancy to understand what she was thinking. “W-what am I going to do?” Y/N panicked as dread ensued her, “I-I can’t have a baby, I can’t.”

“Y/N, it’s okay,” Nancy crouched down on the floor in front of her and took her hands, “It’s going to be okay. Tomorrow morning we’ll go down to the clinic and ask them to take a test to make sure.”

Y/N shook her head, “Not the morning, Harry will know and he’ll-” She covered her mouth, “Oh God, Harry, what if he hates me?”

Nancy scoffed, “How could he possibly hate you? I’ve never seen someone as in love with somebody as he is with you,”

“But Nancy, a baby. It’s too soon and he’s still got Elise and-” Y/N’s mind was whirring with thoughts as she thought about how her life was about to change if she really was pregnant. Elise was only four and their relationship was still relatively new - they’d only celebrated their year anniversary a month ago which was more than likely to be the reason that got her in this predicament. 

“Y/N, calm down,” Nancy soothed her, “Everything’s going to be fine. We’ll deal with these things after we find out whether you really are pregnant or not. For now, we’ll go to bed and think about it in the morning, okay?”

Y/N nodded slowly, trying to digest the words she was hearing. Nancy was right, she needed to not worry until she had confirmation from the nurse that she really was pregnant. She tried to pause her worries until the morning but not a wink of sleep occurred when her mind was whirring with thoughts about how Harry would react to the possibility of it all. 

. . .

Y/N felt sick to her stomach as she walked to the hangar where she knew Harry would be working. She’d been so many times now that she knew exactly where to go, following the path through the doors and round the back.

“Evening Y/N,” One of the boys said as she walked past, tipping his hat. Y/N forced a smile onto her face in reply.

She walked through the back doors and found Harry outside smoking a cigarette on his own, the sun setting behind him. Unlike how she usually felt whenever she was around him, Y/N began to panic wondering whether she should turn back now before she told him something that would change both their lives forever. 

Harry’s head lifted and a smile carved onto his face when his eyes landed on her. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stubbed it with his foot, “Hi birdy,” He walked over and embraced her in a hug, pressing a kiss to her lips. 

Y/N knew Harry had sensed something was wrong from how stiff she felt in his embrace. He pulled back but his arms stayed looped around her, “Wha’s wrong?” He frowned, “Y’okay?” He cupped her face in his hands and looked her in the eye.

Y/N pulled away, “I’m okay,” She lied and Harry immediately knew something was wrong when she took a step away from him. Usually, whenever they were together there was barely any space between them.  

“Hey, when do y’ lie to me?” He forced a smile, a pit of dread forming in his stomach.

Y/N’s eyes glistened, she sniffled and scrunched her nose to try and prevent herself from crying. “I just missed you is all,” 

“Birdy,” A dip formed between his brows, “M always right here y’ know that. Did something happen at work today?” 

Y/N shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself, “No,” She replied, “I-I need to tell you something.”

This time Harry really did begin to panic. He thought back to the past few months and wondered if he had done anything wrong to upset her in that time but every day had been as blissfully sweet as the last. He was so in love with Y/N and that love continued to grow every passing day. She was the first person he woke up to in the morning and the last person he saw at night - every day it was Y/N, the love of his life. 

So he couldn’t understand what had currently gotten her so distant with him or why she was being so vague and secretive whenever she was with Nancy, “Are you…Are you breaking up with me?” Harry voiced his biggest concern out loud.

Y/N almost gasped, reaching for his hand and holding it to her chest, “God Harry, no. No, of course not.”

He relaxed slightly but still wondered what was going on in her head that was so difficult to tell, “Wha’s wrong then baby?”

Y/N released a shuddery breath, looking away from him and down at the hand she was currently holding. She twisted the ring on his pinkie finger, one lone tear rolling down her cheek that she quickly brushed away. “Harry, I'm pregnant.” She whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. 

Her heart thudded against her chest when she felt his hand stiffen. She could barely look up at him as she waited for him to say something.

Two rough hands cupped her cheeks and lifted her head up. Her eyes met his, lips parting to see tears rolling down his cheeks and the biggest smile she had ever seen stretched across his face, “We’re havin’ a baby?” He whispered in disbelief.

Y/N nodded slowly, “I found out this afternoon.”

A laugh escaped his lips, “Holy shit,” He let go of her and ran his fingers through his hair before covering his face with his hands and smiling beneath them.

Y/N stood waiting, still a little tense until he took one step towards her and picked her up in his arms, her dress twirling as he spun them round, “Holy shit we’re having a baby.” 

A wave of relief washed over her, Y/N finally mirrored the smile on his face when she saw the excitement on his face. 

He set her back on her feet, “You’re not mad?” Y/N asked. 

“Why would I be mad? This is my dream, I’ve always wanted to be a dad.” Harry was unable to rid himself of the smile on his face.

“I know but we’ve been together a year and-” 

Harry silenced her by smashing their lips together in a messy kiss, “I love you bigger than the whole sky Birdy, there is not a single person in this entire world I would rather have as the mother of my child.”

Y/N’s eyes watered and tears began to fall as she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands fell to her tummy, “I can’t believe there’s a tiny human in there,” Harry chuckled in disbelief. 

“I love you so much Harry,” Y/N murmured, wondering why she was ever nervous to tell him in the first place. 

. . .

Safe to say, Harry had become somewhat even more obsessed with Y/N than he had ever been before.

“Tha’s my baby mama!” He whistled, wearing his grease-covered overalls as he slid off the wing of the plane and ran towards Y/N who was only a month pregnant.

Y/N’s cheeks heated, eyes darting around, “Shh, what if someone hears you?” 

They had yet to tell any of their friends or Harry’s brothers that Y/N was pregnant.  Nancy had been sworn to secrecy despite her boyfriend constantly pestering her over telling him what they were always whispering about whenever Y/N refused a drink at a party. Harry struggled to keep such a big secret from his siblings since he had always told them everything, but Y/N wanted to make sure everything was okay before they let the world know another baby would be entering their little family. 

“There’s no one around, don’t worry.” Harry smiled, a dimple carving into his cheek. 

She had the tiniest bump, barely even noticeable unless she was bloated, but he was obsessed all the same. His hands reached for her sides, feeling the small curve of her tiny bump as he held her. “Hi Harry,” Y/N grinned, “Thought we could walk to the clinic together.”

Today they would be having their first appointment together with their assigned midwife. Harry had been close to a kid at Christmas as he counted down the days until he got to hear his baby’s heartbeat. “Yeah, I’ll pack my stuff away and we’ll head on down,” He nodded but stopped to kiss her quickly, “Missed y’,” He murmured. 

Y/N laughed, “You saw me three hours ago,” 

“Much too long,” He countered, slipping away from her and going to pack his things away. 

He returned in a fresh white t-shirt and jeans, reaching for her hand and threading their fingers together as they walked down to the clinic. 

Harry could feel Y/N’s nerves bouncing off of her as they sat in the waiting room of the small office waiting for their midwife to call them in. She fiddled with her fingers in her lap, tapped her foot against the floor and chewed on her bottom lip. Every now and then her eyes would glance to the door like she was desperate to get out. 

He reached for her hand, holding it in his lap and playing with the small ring on her index finger. His thumb traced the mole in the middle of her wrist, her pulse fluttering beneath it. “Y’ okay?” He murmured.

“Jus’ nervous,” She admitted, “I don’t like doctor’s offices all that much.”

“Y’ not having second thoughts about the baby are you? Because if you were there are things we can do and talk about. I-I’d never force y’ to have a baby, y’know that right Birdy?” Harry said. 

Y/N’s eyes softened, she cupped his cheek in her hand, “I want this baby with you more than I want anything ever.”

Harry smiled, “Y’ mean that?” He needed that reassurance from her more than anything. 

“I mean it,” She kissed him quickly. 

The door clicked open and in walked the midwife, “Y/N Y/L/N?” 

Y/N took a deep breath, squeezing Harry’s hand as they stood up. The midwife, an older woman with kind eyes, gestured for them to follow her into a small room. There was a simple examination bed and a tall metal stand with a strange, trumpet-like device hanging from it.

“This is a fetal stethoscope,” the midwife explained, picking up the device. “It’s how we’ll listen to your baby’s heartbeat.”

Y/N climbed onto the bed, her heart racing. Harry stood by her side, never letting go of her hand. The midwife placed the wide end of the stethoscope on Y/N’s abdomen and pressed her ear to the other end.

The room was silent as the midwife concentrated. Then, her face lit up with a smile. “There it is,” she said, turning to the expectant parents. “Your baby’s heartbeat. Would you like to listen?”

Harry’s eyes widened as he nodded eagerly. The midwife handed him the earpiece, and he leaned down, his expression changing from nervousness to awe as he heard the rapid, steady thump of their baby’s heart.

“Our baby,” Harry whispered, his voice thick with emotion. 

Y/N could feel her eyes welling up as she watched him. Her hand reached out to thread through his curls as he pressed his ear to the earpiece once more and listened for the faint sound of a beating heart they had created, “Can y’ hear it?” Y/N smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

“Tha’s our baby,” He repeated like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing.

“Tha’s right, H.” Y/N said softly.

Harry reached for her bump, placing both of his big, heavy palms on it. He lowered his head and pressed a small kiss to the spot above her belly button, “Hello baby,” He murmured, “How can I love you this much when all I can hear is y’ heart?” 

Y/N smiled, letting him have his moment, “Promise I’ll take such good care of it,” He continued to speak soft and slow, “Both yours and mamas,”

Harry reached for Y/N’s hand and held it in his own, his other palm resting right over her bump. He felt Y/N give his hand a gentle squeeze and wondered if she could hear just how fast his heart beat for her even without the earpiece.

“Don’t cry,” Harry smiled, reaching to wipe away Y/N’s tears. 

“I’m just happy,” Y/N sniffled, “You’re going to be such a good dad, Harry, I hope you know that.”

The words settled something in him. All his nerves seemed to melt away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and anticipation for the new life they were about to bring into the world together. 

A family of his own. 

“I love you birdy,” He leans down and speaks to the bump once more, “and I love you too, baby birdy.” Y/N laughed and watched as Harry continued in conversation with their baby, hearing nothing but a gentle heartbeat in reply to his voice.

[hungermakesmonsters]

(Once Bitten) Twice Shy

Chapter Eight

Plot summary : Desperate to get away from your controlling family, you take a job in New York as a wealthy vampire's blood source. A million dollars awaits if you can make it through a year, but life with Billy Russo is not going to be as simple as you think.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R  Chapter Rating : R

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Mention of periods (don't worry, we're not doing Saltburn), smutty behaviour, use of toys. More sickening cuteness. All chapters will contain mentions of blood. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : 5k

A/N : It's not exactly a cliffhanger but I get the feeling people won't like where it ends... Oh also spoilers for Jane Eyre (but it's 170 years old so I'm assuming people know the twist?)

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN

MASTER LIST

Chapter Eight

The gentle touch of his fingers on your cheek woke you and, for a few seconds, you weren’t sure where you were. Billy was crouched in front of you, smiling softly. Your eyes threatened to close again, feeling exhausted and like all of it was just a dream.

“Hey,” he muttered softly, his fingers still tenderly caressing your cheek. “Are you okay?”

Finally, you managed to wake yourself up enough to realise that you weren’t dreaming, and that you’d fallen asleep on the sofa beneath the yellow blanket Billy had bought for you.

“I’m fine, just tired,” you told him, slowly sitting up.

Billy remained crouched in front of you, tenderly cupping your cheek and looking almost concerned.

“Did you draw too much blood again?”

“No, it's not that. I did that hours ago. I'm just really tired.”

“Just tired?” He pressed the back of his cold hand to your forehead, checking your temperature.

“And my head hurts a little.”

“When is, uh -” he hesitated, almost looking uncharacteristically embarrassed, “- when is your next period due?”

Your cheeks warmed with both the realisation and the fact that Billy had figured it out before you. That was why you felt so awful. “Soon, I think? I-I lost track of the days after I moved in,” you explained, “and I've never been very, uh… regular…”

Thankfully, Billy just nodded and sat himself beside you, an arm around you pulling you into his side.

“Do you need to go lay down?”

“No I - I want to spend time with you,” you told him, resting your head on his shoulder. “We didn't really get to finish talking last night…”

“Was there something else you wanted to say or ask?” Billy asked softly, shifting a little so you could get comfortable against him. 

You stayed silent for a few moments, thinking over all of the things you wanted to ask, wondering what you had the right to ask. “What causes it? What makes you feel like everything is... too much? I’ve only ever seen a vampire lose control from hunger...”

“Sometimes it’s hunger,” he offered reluctantly, “other times it’s just... I don’t know. Even before I was turned, I was never any good at controlling my emotions. And, now, I feel like I’m constantly fighting myself. When I’m with you, I feel like I’m drowning. Everything about you; your scent, the taste of your blood, the way your heart races... it’s a lot to try and ignore.”

Although the words were spoken to you, about you, you knew better than to read too much into them. It was the constant proximity, he probably felt that way around any human after enough time. It wasn’t because he felt anything for you.

“That sounds exhausting.” 

“It is,” he admitted, waiting for a beat before asking; “why did you apologise? I lost control but you apologised.”

“Because I -” you stopped yourself before the lie managed to leave your lips. It hadn’t been your fault, as difficult as it was for you to accept that fact, you knew it was true. “Because I’ve always been made to feel like it’s my fault when bad things happen to me. The night we met, you asked me what I was running from, and that’s part of it; I was raised to feel ashamed and believe I deserved everything bad that happened to me.”

You heard him inhale sharply before he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He was silent a moment before speaking again.

“Who left you?” He asked softly. You lifted your head, frowning. “Last night when you asked why I was leaving you it just… you sounded hurt, like someone had left you before…”

“My sister,” you answered, “she left home when she was eighteen and my parents disowned her because of it. She said she'd come back for me, but she never did.”

“Why did she leave?”

“My parents wanted her to marry a guy she didn’t want to marry.”

“Is that why you left?” He asked and immediately seemed to regret it when your gaze dropped. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

A moment later, you snuggled back into his side and closed your eyes. “How long until you have to go to work?”

“I can stay another twenty minutes,” he told you softly, slipping his arm around you. He was silent for a few minutes, before letting out a slow exhale. “I’m not going to be able to see you for a few days, it’s not safe for me to be around you while you’re...”

He didn’t have to say it for you to understand and, as much as you wanted to argue with him, you knew it wouldn’t be fair to try and force the issue. Now that you had some idea of how he felt and how much of a struggle it was for him to be around you sometimes, you knew Billy needed space.

“It’s okay, I understand.”

You stayed that way for another twenty-five minutes until you gently reminded Billy that he was going to be late for work. He didn’t seem to want to leave you and it made your heart ache to think about why that might be. Though, rationally, you understood that it wasn’t you; he was just tired. You were finally starting to understand just how difficult and exhausting it was for him just to get through a day.

He gave you a soft kiss and told you that he’d see you again soon.

The next morning when you woke up cramping and feeling terrible, until you found that he’d left a gift basket in your kitchen, filled with things you might need over the coming days; painkillers, chocolates, a new smart-watch with a cycle tracking app, a heating-pad, various toiletries and a large teddy bear with a note pinned to his chest.

I thought you and Bill the Beagle might want some company.

Take care of yourself. I’ll see you soon.

B.

Butterflies filled your stomach at the thoughtfulness of the gifts and, later that afternoon, when you left blood for him, you couldn’t resist leaving him a note of your own.

Thank you for your considerate gifts. William the Bear is a wonderful addition to my growing stuffie collection and the chocolates were lovely. Hope you have a good night at work.

xoxo

The next day you felt even worse but, again, you were pleasantly surprised when you managed to drag yourself to the kitchen to get breakfast and some coffee. There was another box of chocolates and another note waiting for you.

William is a terrible name for a bear. I didn’t expect you to get through the chocolates so quickly, remind me to stock up next month. I hope you’ve not been watching Black Sails without me.

Take care

B.

And, of course - of course - you had to reply, leaving your note with his blood again.

I happen to like the name William. I think it suits him. He looks like a William. I hope you’re not trying to shame me for enjoying the chocolates, truffles and caramels are my weakness. Don’t worry, I’ve not been watching anything without you, I’ve been reading. You were right, Jane Eyre was a very apt choice.

xoxo

His notes became your reason to get up in the morning, though they were a bittersweet reminder of his noticeable absence in your life. It filled you with a strange yearning and an uncomfortable sadness to think about him out there on his own. But that was a silly thought. You didn’t know anything about his life outside of the penthouse, about his work or his friends, maybe he wasn’t even noticing your absence.

(Or maybe he felt it just as much as you did.)

Okay, I have to ask; what does a William look like? Of course I’d never shame you for enjoying the chocolates, but now you’ve told me your weakness I might have to use it to my advantage. I hope you’re enjoying Jane Eyre more than you enjoyed Dorian Gray.

I hope you’re not feeling too bad. I miss our talks.

B.

Your heart stuttered as you read and reread those four little words; I miss our talks. He missed you. Maybe not quite in the same way that you were missing him but, still, it made you long for him even more.

Well, in my experience Williams tend to be cute and cuddly, even though they look a little dark and brooding at first glance. Oh no! Please don’t use my weakness for chocolate truffles against me!!! (The extra exclamation marks are so you read that in a sarcastic tone.) Yes, I think I like Jane Eyre more than Dorian Gray - Mr Rochester kind of reminds me of you.

I’m feeling a bit better today, I should be fine in a couple of days. I miss spending time with you too. I hope you’re not too lonely without me around.

xoxo

You doodled a little picture of the teddy bear he’d given you on the corner of the note but gave him a grumpy looking face and a tag that read ‘my name is William’. 

There was a strange feeling of embarrassment when you left the note and you almost changed your mind about it halfway back to your room, and you spent the rest of the evening wondering if it was a little too much.

So, the next morning, you felt a little reluctant to go into the kitchen, and had to take a deep breath before reading his note.

Dark and brooding?? I think you might have to elaborate, but I’ll let you save that for when I see you next. I hope that there will come a point in the book where Mr Rochester doesn’t remind you of me quite so much (I don’t know where you’re up to and I don’t want to spoil it).

I’m glad you’re feeling better. The penthouse isn’t the same without you. It’s strange, you’ve only been here a couple of months yet and it already feels empty without you. I miss you.

B.

P.S. Is the doodle supposed to be me or the stuffie?

It felt like your head was spinning as you read, reread, and read again. 

He missed you.

Billy missed you.

You spent half the day writing and rewriting your note to him, in one attempt confessing your feelings, in another acting completely blaise about his confession. Nothing you came up with felt right but the thought of not replying seemed worse.

I see what you mean about Mr Rochester... though I don’t know if I can completely rule out the possibility of you having a strange woman tucked away somewhere in the penthouse. It would certainly explain where all of the chocolates have been going.

I miss you too. I know what you mean, I feel the same way, like I’ve been here longer. But I suppose that’s how things feel when you get close to someone. Hope to see you tomorrow.

xoxo

P.S. I’ll never tell. An artist never reveals her secrets.

There was no end to your relief the next morning when you woke up finally feeling better, knowing that you’d be able to see Billy again. Part of you expected not to find a note, but there it was, waiting for you on your kitchen table, just like the others had been.

I can think of a less mysterious explanation for the disappearance of your chocolates, little hummingbird.

I’m not used to missing people. I’m not used to being close to them either. Some days I feel like my whole life has turned upside down since I met you. I can’t wait to see you again.

B.

P.S. I think it’s magicians that never reveal their secrets, not artists.

Again, he left you searching for deeper meaning in every word, your heart aching for a man who seemed so lonely and alone, a man who didn’t deserve that life at all.

After breakfast you showered and washed your hair, wanting to look your best when you saw him again.

Slowly but surely, over the course of the day, your nerves started to eat away at you; what were you going to say to him? Were you going to pretend that the notes hadn’t happened and that their contents was just idle talk to help the other feel less alone?

You couldn’t sit still as you waited, counting down the hours before sunset, perched on the edge of the sofa and watching his door. The moment it started to open, you were on your feet.

Before he had the chance to even realise that you were there, you’d cleared the distance between you, throwing your arms around his waist and pressing your face against his chest. Billy let out a breath but, for the life of you, you couldn’t tell if it was a sigh of relief or simply because you were squeezing the air from his lungs.

“Hey,” he muttered, his arm slipping around you and holding you almost as tight as you were holding him.

A minute or two passed, neither of you moving or saying anything, until he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and your grip on him started to loosen. You didn’t pull away, but gave yourself enough space to look up at him, smiling shyly as your cheeks started to warm.

“Hi.”

“Hi, hummingbird.”

Neither of you seemed to know what to do or where you were supposed to go from there so, again, you both fell silent, still holding each other. Finally, you dared to reach for him, placing your hand on his cheek. His eyes closed and he leaned into your touch, and butterflies began to swarm in your stomach. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you lifted onto your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his.

It was a soft, chaste kiss, nothing at all compared to some of the kisses that you’d shared, but you felt his lips pull into a smile against yours before his eyes finally opened again.

“I missed you,” he admitted in little more than a whisper. 

His hand moved to rest on your neck and you found yourself glad of his cold touch after what seemed like so long without it.

“I missed you too,” you confessed, “I - I missed you more than I probably should have.”

If Billy understood what you were trying to tell him, he didn’t show it. Instead, he just shook his head and smiled before kissing you again.

You sank against him letting him deepen the kiss and turn it into something else, something new. Normally when he kissed you it felt explosive and desperate, like he was laying claim to you, but this kiss was tender and filled with longing, like he was savouring being with you again. It stole the breath from your lungs.

“I missed you,” he muttered again.

“You already said that.”

“I know, I just -” his head shook, and he let out a huffed laugh, “- this has felt like one of the longest weeks of my life.”

“Have you been okay? Was it -” you hesitated, not sure you wanted to ask the question, “- was it easier without me around?”

Billy pulled back a little, frowning. “Why would it be easier?”

“The other night, you said you feel like you’re drowning when you’re with me,” you shrugged a little, letting your gaze drop for a moment.  

Before the notes, you’d assumed that everyone made him feel that way, that it was just part of being a vampire for him. But, now, after his last note and after that kiss, part of you longed for him to admit that it was more, that it was you, that he felt something for you, that he cared.

“I was wrong,” he told you, waiting until you looked up again to continue, “I feel like I’m drowning without you.” 

“Oh.” Whatever you’d expected, it hadn’t been that.

“It’s a lot. I know it’s a lot -” 

“No,” you shook your head, “no, it’s not.”

“I wish I could’ve met you in another life. I wish it wasn’t like this.”

The words caused your chest to ache, understand what he was saying and why because you felt the same way; the situation was a mess and all either of you could do was make the best of it.

There was more you could say - more you wanted to say - but it didn’t feel like the right time, and it wasn’t fair for you to try and push anything when you had every intention of leaving him once you’d finished your year. So, instead, you pressed yourself against him and hugged him tight.

Once you’d managed to pull away from each other, you spent the next hour sitting with him on the sofa, talking while he drank, trading gentle touches and kisses until he needed to leave. You followed him to the elevator, not sure if he was keeping hold of your hand or if it was the other way around. 

It took a couple of weeks for things to start to return to some sort of normal between you.

Karen noticed the first time she saw you, mentioning that you seemed distracted as you walked through Central Park together (thankfully with no sign of Madani in sight), but she didn’t bring it up until you were sitting together a week later, having lunch in a little coffee shop.

“Is everything alright with you and Billy?” She asked, deciding to just go for it.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” you answered. And it was fine. You were happy. You just could stop thinking about what he’d said to you and how you wished that things could be just a little bit different so you could both be happy.

“I know Billy’s my friend and you don’t really know me all that well, but you can talk to me if something’s bothering you. Or if he’s done something to bother you.”

There was something in her voice, something knowing that you really didn’t like. But how could she know what was going on with you and Billy, when you didn’t even know yourself?

“Everything’s fine, honestly. It’s great, actually. We’ve been really getting on lately; we’ve been hanging out talking about books and I’ve been making him watch Black Sail on Netflix,” you told her.

Karen nodded, though it didn’t look like she believed you, but she let it drop, leaving you with the sneaking suspicion that she knew a little more about the way Billy was than she wanted to let on.

Your quiet evenings with Billy slowly started to become a little more physical again, though neither of you seemed in a rush to try and push for sex again. Instead, most evenings he’d end up with his head between your thighs, or you’d slip your hand into his pants while you made out. And, even though you found yourself longing for more, you didn’t want to push him. No, you wanted to take things slowly, wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t get overwhelmed again before you took that next step.

Time seemed to fly by and it wasn’t long before the whole penthouse was being turned upside down in anticipation of Billy’s big party; live music, caterers, decorators and, of course, more blood than you felt comfortable seeing in one place. The whole place was transformed over the course of three days and, when the night finally came, you felt almost sick with nerves.

Even Billy had a strange energy about him, checking and double checking every little thing, including a security team from his company whose presence he seemed reluctant to explain to you. You watched from the sofa as he led them around the apartment, explaining where he wanted them and which areas of the penthouse were off-limits. He introduced you to one of them, a human man called Curtis who would be spending the night near the door to your quarters if you needed any help during the night (and, again, Billy didn’t explain what that meant).

A couple of hours before the guests were due to arrive, you went to shower and draw blood before doing your hair and makeup, and getting changed into your dress and shoes. For a few minutes you found yourself staring at your reflection, hoping to find some of the confidence you’d had that night in the dressing room with Billy.

When you stepped out into the penthouse, it only took a moment for his eyes to find you, his jaw threatening to drop as he took in the sight of you. His appearance had the same effect on you; his well tailored tux had you biting your lip.

“Wow, Russo, you really know how to pick them,” Curtis called across the penthouse, earning himself a withering look from Billy and causing your cheeks to heat.

Billy made his way towards you, not bothering to hide the way his eyes were taking in every inch of you. When he reached you, he placed a hand on your hip and kissed your cheek.

“I got you a present,” he told you, using his hand to start guiding you towards the library, pausing momentarily to tell Curtis and his team that they could go take a break before the party started.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as he led you into the library and towards the seldom used desk by the window. Waiting for you were three boxes, each beautifully wrapped in silver paper and tied with black ribbon. Without thought, you found yourself gripping Billy’s arm as your legs threatened to turn to jello beneath you.

He smiled softly, picking up the first box and handing it to you.

“Open it,” he instructed, managing to sound as excited as you felt about this whole exchange.

It felt wrong to destroy the immaculate wrapping, so you took your time, carefully untying the ribbon and peeling open the paper to get at the box. You removed the lid and there, in amongst black tissue paper was an ornate black and silver mask.

“It’s for the party tonight,” he told you when you looked at him for clarification, “we wear the masks until midnight and then take them off. It’s supposed to symbolise vampires being seen by society, but really it’s just an excuse to have fun while no one knows who you are.”

You laughed, head shaking. “Thank you, it’s beautiful.”

But he didn’t give you time to linger, gently taking the box and mask from your hand before offering you the next present, seeming to get more eager with each passing second. He was practically vibrating with excitement.

Your breath caught as you opened the second box. It was a beautiful choker style necklace with diamanté detailing - at least, you assumed that it was diamanté because you couldn’t even start to imagine how much it would have cost if they were real diamonds. For a few seconds you were lost for words.

“Here, let me,” he offered, pulling the necklace from the box before you even had the chance to answer him. Billy stepped behind you, gently draping it around your neck and fastening it for you.

Your fingers immediately reached up to touch it; it felt a little heavy around your neck and you’d never had a choker style necklace before, but the feel of it would be a constant reminder of Billy and you loved that. 

“Thank you, Billy,” you finally managed, turning and wrapping your arms around him before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“There’s one more.” He reached for the last present but seemed a little more reluctant to hand it to you. 

And once you’d opened it, you understood why.

“Oh...” said somewhere between shock and confusion. 

You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, especially not after the mask and the choker, but a new sex toy certainly wasn’t it. Your cheeks heated as you looked at the box, trying to make sense of it, the words discreet and remote play only confused you more.

“I want you to wear this for the party,” he told you, a hint of nervousness in his voice, “if you want to, I mean. If it’s too much, I get it. I just - I thought we could have some fun. And there’s going to be so many people, I guess I want to know you’ll spend the night thinking about me...”

Your cheeks continued to burn, part horrified by the notion, but a much larger part couldn’t help but find the idea interesting, arousing even. And, after everything that had happened between you, part of you was still longing for more.

“You want me to spend the night thinking about you?” You asked quietly.

“More than anything,” he answered in little more than a whisper, like he knew it was something he shouldn’t say.

It felt like your heart leapt into your throat for a few seconds and you struggled to swallow around it. All you could think about was that night a couple of weeks ago, how he told you it felt like he was drowning when he wasn’t with you, and you knew that you couldn’t say no to him. (You didn’t want to say no to him.)

“Okay,” you finally answered, “how do I...?”

“Let me,” he offered, perhaps a little too eagerly, taking the box from your hand, muttering something about how he’d cleaned it and charged it ready before wrapping it.

You bit your lip, watching as he pulled the purple silicone toy out of the box, knowing that he could hear your heart pounding. Then he kissed you, slipping his tongue between your lips and enjoying you for a few moments. When he pulled back he began to trace your lips with the tip of the toy before slipping it into your mouth, causing your cheeks to burn hotter.

You watched him suck his fingers, leaving them glistening with saliva before dropping to his knees and slipping them beneath your dress and into your panties. His free hand nudged your knee and you parted your trembling legs a little further while his fingers stirred between your folds, wetting you before slowly slipping into you.

You moaned softly as his fingers slowly started to pump inside you, twisting and bending, easily finding that special spot. 

Your hands gripped his shoulders, feeling like your legs were going to give out. Another soft moan escaped you when he looked up at you, holding your gaze as his fingers filled you, over and over. You clenched around him as he licked his lips, knowing that he was imagining the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

“You can come whenever you need to,” he told you, smiling up at you like he was in awe of you.

“Billy...” you moaned, your voice muffled by the toy in your mouth, hating how close you were to falling apart.

Your walls clenched and tightened around his fingers again, but you were already so wet that you couldn’t hold onto him or make him slow. There was something about all of this that seemed so obscene, so dirty, and it just made you want it ever more. His fingers hit that sweet spot one more time and it was enough to push you over the edge. Your legs started to tremble and your thighs pressed together, trying to keep his fingers inside you.

And, all the while, Billy smiled up at you.

A needy whine slipped out when he pulled away his hand, but you soon fell silent when he took the toy from your mouth. Your eyes fixed on the bookshelf behind Billy as he inserted the toy, suddenly feeling embarrassed despite everything you’d just let him do. Once he was done, he straightened your panties and made sure your dress was perfect.

Shifting your weight between your legs, you tried to get used to the feeling of the toy while Billy stood up and took out his phone.

“Let’s give it a little test,” he said with an almost mischievous grin on his lips that caused you thighs to clench. Something told you he was going to enjoy this. A lot.

A sudden whimper was pulled from you as the toy started to vibrate.

Billy’s grin grew as his finger swiped on his phone, causing the vibrations to intensify. As good as it felt, a mixture of shame and concern threatened to ruin the moment.

“What?” Billy asked, stopping the vibrations the moment he noticed your discomfort. “If it’s too much, you don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” you answered shyly, a little embarrassed by just how much you wanted to, “It’s just... what if someone realises?”

He offered a soft smile, placing a hand on your cheek. 

“They won’t,” he told you with confidence. “It’ll be too noisy for anyone to hear it, and you’ll be good; you won’t come until we’re alone together and I give you permission.”

His thumb tenderly caressed your cheek as he leaned in to kiss you, his tongue slipping between your lips and wiping away any misgivings you might have had. You wanted to do this. You wanted to give Billy the comfort of knowing that you were thinking about him all night. And you wanted to do it for yourself too. You’d wanted to have new experiences and this was definitely new for you.

“Come on,” he said, slipping his hand into yours, “let’s go have a glass of wine and wait for the guests to arrive. It’s going to be a long night...”

Chapter Nine

End Note : So, originally, this chapter and the party were going all be one chapter, but then I got carried away with the cute notes between reader and Billy. That means next week will be a whole chapter of party shenanigans.

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[mavrintarou]

Christmas Morning - Suna Rintarou [end]

This wasn't supposed to go this far lol

Warning: fluff; explicit smut (18+); surprise ending (is it really a surprise though)

Fourth part

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“Goodness,” Wendy narrowed her eyes, staring at you for a solid thirty-seconds in silence, “you’re illuminating. Are you pregnant?”

Every time you meet up with Wendy for brunch, she’s always making embarrassing comments to you.

And what is even more embarrassing is that she is always on spot.

Though you are not pregnant, you definitely had a pregnancy scare.

You were more than a week late and you were never late.

“I’m not pregnant,” you answered with confidence.

You had taken four pregnancy tests and all came back negative but you period never arrived.

You were about to express your concerns with Rin but he confronted you first.

You stayed an hour later at work and Rin was at your place making dinner.

After a long day, you were ready to spend the rest of your evening with your boyfriend.

Boyfriend…

You had a stupid smile plastered on your face every time you thought of him as your boyfriend. Rin was adamant that you officially accept his request asking you to be his girlfriend, in which you said yes and that made him your boyfriend now.

“Rin?” you found him sitting at the kitchen table with his back facing you. “What are you –“ you look over his shoulder and whatever you were going to ask went dead on your tongue.

In front of him was the four pregnancy test in a clear bag.

He looks at you with a pale face. “Is… are these yours?”

You exchange looks from the pregnancy test to him. “Uh… yeah…”

“Were you going to tell me?”

You frown at him, “tell you what?”

“That you’re pregnant?”

“But… I’m not pregnant, Rin?”

It was his turn to frown at you, “you’re not? Then why are you taking these tests?”

“I took them to see if I am but they’re negative, see.” You pointed to the single line. “One line means negative.”

Rin covered his face with both palms and groan. “I didn’t even look at that…”

You laugh, pulling his hands away. “I’m sorry if I scared you – you weren’t supposed to find…”

“I was nervous… and excited.” He mumbled; his hands shifted only to uncover his eyes. “I saw them in the trash bin and all I could think about is that you’re pregnant.”

“I missed my period for a week now, so I took these test but they’re negative.” You sigh, “but I still haven’t gotten my period either so…”

“So…” he repeated after you.

“So, until Aunt-Flo arrives… I don’t know.”

That night after Rin makes love to you, your period arrives.

“Oh gosh, Rin is so cute… at least you know he was excited if you were pregnant.” Wendy laughed, she has been laughing since you explained how Rin thought you were pregnant cause he didn’t know how to read a pregnancy test.

“I was scared,” you whispered, “we keep having risky sex like that… since then I’ve made him wear a condom.”

“Why not just go on birth control?” Wendy inquired.

You sink back into your chair, “I brought it up but Rin said he didn’t want hormones and all the other junk to go into my system. It’s not good for my body.”

Wendy clutch her hand over her heart, “what a gentleman. He’s thinking about your body… argh… if you don’t want him, send him my way.”

You kept it to yourself, but you almost blurted how he was supposed to choose her that night. If Wendy had not backed out and asked you to take her spot that day… Wendy would have been you this moment.

“Thank you.”

Wendy blinks at you, “for what?”

“Had it not been for you to ask me to take your spot, I would have never met Rin and be where I am right now.”

“It was meant to be, so don’t lose him.”

.

You haven’t heard from Rin in a few hours. He was overseas in Taiwan for a game and was due to return tonight. What time? He didn’t tell you.

It was close to midnight, and you were beginning to fall asleep. Turning your body, you leaned into the couch and closed your eyes, clutching your phone.

You slipped into slumber waiting for his message or call.

“Y/n.”

You hear yourself hum.

“Y/n, why aren’t you sleeping in your room?”

One eye cracked open to see your favorite person beside you. “Rin?” You rubbed your eyes, sitting up. “you’re home?” When your vision was cleared you stare at him confused as he continued to gaze at you. You cup his face, “are you okay?”

He nodded, “you said, you’re home.” He smiled and his hand cupped your face, “yes, I’m home.”

You pull him into a hug, “I don’t know why this time, I missed you so much.”

Rin pulls you tighter against him. “I missed you more.” He suddenly pulls away, “I have something for you.” He shifts away and grabs something before holding it to you, “for you.”

“What is this?” You glance at the bag with colorful tissue paper. “It’s not my birthday?”

“Correct, but it was White Day… well a few days ago but I wasn’t in town, so it doesn’t count… now open it.”

You pull out the tissue paper and your lips curve upward. “Chocolate…”

“Returning the favor, although you ate my chocolate… and I forgive you but I’m returning the favor…” He fiddled around before sighing.

You sensed the sudden mood change and set the chocolate back in the bag to tilt his chin, looking him in the eye. “What’s wrong?”

He only gazes at you for a few seconds before swallowing, “I know… I might be rushing it but I – I really, really, really feel like you are the one for me.” He looks deep into your eyes, as if he’s trying to read your mind. “I – I have something for you.” He reaches behind and pulls out a velvet box.

You hear your sharp inhale.

He cracks open revealing two rings. “I never thought I’d get couple’s rings but… here I am…” He paused, “will you accept and wear this couple’s ring with me, Y/n?”

You lifted your left hand and with a clear voice, “of course.”

Rin chuckles and shakes his head, grabbing my right hand, “this hand, well… I want to save the left hand for when I marry you so we’re going to wear this on our right side for now.”

He slips the ring on and you grab the other ring to slip it on him. You hold his much larger hand for a second before looking up at him. “I love you, Rintarou.”

His green eyes widen, “say – “ he choked, “say that again?”

Dropping his hand, you cup his face and kiss him. “I love you, Suna Rintarou. I love you.”

.

“EJP! EJP! EJP!”

The gymnasium screamed loudly for their home team as Suna – EJP’s Middle Blocker shut down their opponent and helped his team win the game.

This was your first game of his that you attended and tears pricked your eyes as you refrained yourself from screaming like a madwoman when your boyfriend earned the winning point.

Rin points in your direction and you point right back at him, mouthing I love you.

He mouths, me too and winks.

He is going to be the death of you.

.

Rintarou has become the best thing that has ever happened to you.

There was never a dull day with him.

Your relationship progress every day and your love for one another grew daily.

You guys were like every normal couple that have their good and bad days.

Usually both times resulted in hot passionate sex.

Especially after a disagreement.

Rin’s grip on your waist is bruising as he pounded into you from behind. The dress you wanted to wear to one of his teammate’s wedding was now wrinkled and bunched up at your waist with your thong – torn and looped around one ankle.

Five minutes ago, you guys should have been out the door.

As soon as Rin saw your dress, the dress, he did not approve of you wearing – he had you bent over his bathroom counter and took you from behind. He is still dressed in his suit with only his pants undone.

“You just want to be a bad girl because you know what I would do when you start acting like a bad girl, huh?”

Not entirely true, for the most part Rin allowed you to do what you wanted, and it was only when your really pushed his buttons to see how far he let you get away with your action that he would have to set your attitude and action straight again.

But you wanted to wear that dress, sure it was a little more revealing than what you’re used to, or what he was used to, but you were going to wear it anyways because he can’t tell you what you can and can’t wear.

An arm looped around your chest, pulling you against him. Your back arched as he slows down his thrusts but they are deep and slow, driving you crazy.

He combs your now messy updo hair behind your ear before nipping it with his pearly teeth. He makes eye contact with you through the mirror, “are you going to be a good girl and let me cum inside of you?”

He knows you would never say no.

You loved it when he came inside of you.

Probably more than him.

“Will you let me wear this dress in exchange?” You hear his scoff. “Then no… you can’t cum inside of me.”

“You play dirty, love.” He growled, you feel his cock throb inside of you, ready to cum. “Fine… and that dress will go in the garbage after tonight.” His hips fasten, your moan echoing loudly in his large bathroom.

You grip the counters again as Rin reaches to find your swollen clit, rubbing it. His teeth grazing the skin over your nape. “Rin,” you moaned, reaching behind to thread your fingers through his hair, you’re going to have to redo his hair after this. “… I’m so close… so close – cum… cum inside of me…”

Your body trembles in bliss, walls squeezing him and bringing him over the edge. His hot cum spurts inside of you but he doesn’t stop his thrusting.

You gasped, trying to push his hand away from your clit. “Too – too much…”

He hummed but doesn’t stop, slowly rubbing it and riding your orgasm as far as he can take you. His hips stops and so does his hand as he releases your poor over stimulated clit.

“Are we late to the wedding?” he asked after a few minutes of recovery.

Yes.

You both arrived to the wedding late. Unfortunately, you couldn’t wear the dress anymore because it was so wrinkled and had to redo your hair as well as Rin’s.

“Wipe that smug off your face,” you mumbled, slapping his hand away from your hips. He would only place his hand there again, rubbing the satin material of the dress he had chosen.

Before he could say something, the MC announced for all the women to step on to the dance floor because it was time for the bride to toss the bouquet.

You weren’t going to go up but Komori Motoya’s girlfriend grabbed your hand, tugging you along with her to the dance floor.

You stood in the back and at a distance, away from all the other excited women who was ready to catch the bouquet.

“One… two… THREE!” shouted the bride as she blindly tossed her bouquet over her shoulder.

You watched it fly in a nice arch and all the women in front of you shoving and shifting to snatch it…

The smile on your face faded as your eyes narrowed, realizing… it was coming… in your direction. “Uh…”

You began to panic, none of the women was coming for it, as if they are frozen in their spot. All their head and eyes are on you, waiting for your next move.

You wanted to run for it, but your heels was rooted to the floor as well.

“Catch it Y/n!” Motoya’s girlfriend shouted excitedly.

At the last second, you reached for it, catching it before it could hit the floor.

The room roared loudly, clapping, and cheering.

.

Rin held your hand as you two left the venue after saying goodnight to your friends.

The bouquet was in your other hand, dangling upside down. You tried pawn it off, but they all refused.

Even the flower girl who was eyeing it didn’t want it.

“You’re quiet.” He looks down at you as you guys waited for his car.

You glanced up at him, “you’re quiet.” You said back, after you made it back to the table with the bouquet, Rin kept his hands off of you and only chatted with his teammates.

“I am?”

“Yes, you haven’t said a word to me since I un-fatedly caught this thing,” you waved the bouquet. “If you feel nervous or anxious because I caught it – don’t worry and don’t listen to what anyone has to say –“

He pulls his hand away and steps in front of you, cupping your face and forcing you to look up at him. “Y/n, I am not nervous or anxious at all.”

His green eyes is telling you the truth when you searched them. “But you didn’t touch me…”

“I had to keep my hands off of you or else…” he didn’t need to finish for you to know what he meant. “You catching this tonight has made my heart accelerated but for good reason…” He knocks his forehead with yours. “You know what they say when someone catches the bride’s bouquet, right?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he smiled and pecked your lips.

“Suna-san, your car is here.”

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Present day [from the first part of this series]

Wrapping papers scattered around Rin’s apartment.

From designer bags, designer shoes to limited edition books you have always wanted…

Rin has spoiled you once again.

You begin to clean up the room when you hear him clear his throat.

Turning around, your eyes widen, and your breath stilled…

“What… are you… doing?” you breathed.

Rin is kneeled in front of you with another velvet box in his hands, very carefully, he opened it to a single diamond ring.

“Y/n,” his voice croaked and he swallowed, “you are the love of my life. I cannot go a day and night without you. You bring out the best in me and you are the best thing that has ever happened in my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Tears have already rolled down your cheeks as you nod your head, “yes, yes I’ll marry you.”

He hops onto his feet and pulls you into a crushing hug before stepping back to take the ring out and slip it on your left hand. He brings your hand to his lips, “you’ve just made me the happiest man.”

“You need to open your gifts,” you pull away from him. You shove the smaller gift in his hands, “open this one first.”

Rin leans down to kiss you, “I don’t need anything else now that I have you.”

“Hmm, don’t be so quick to say that…” you mumble with a smile, pulling away. “Open.”

He pulls the ribbon and rips the wrapping paper off. He pulls out the card, reading it out loud.

Rin,

I tell you all the time how much you mean to me, but it seems to never be enough.

You are the greatest thing that has happened in my life, and I would never trade you.

Even for the first edition series of Lord of the Rings.

Every day is a blessing, even the days I want to whack a frying pan over your head.

But I love you.

Well.

We love you, daddy.

Y/n

You can see Rin re-reading the last part there.

His head snaps up and he digs further into the box.

He blinks and his face softens as he pulls out a bag of four pregnancy tests.

Four positive pregnancy tests.

“Are you…” he drops the stuff on the couch and pulls you into a hug before pulling away, “sorry, not too tight.” He mumbled before dropping down on his knees and stares at your belly. He lifts your shirt and places a kiss right above your belly button.

You grab the second gift that was in a bag. “This one too…”

Pulling out the tissue papers he reached inside and pulls out an identical miniature outfit that matches his volleyball uniform.

Clipped to the uniform were the ultrasound photos.

Rin covered his mouth with one hand, choking back a cry. His eyes filled with tears.

“Hi daddy, I can’t wait to meet you.” He reads the note you wrote on the first photo.

You reach to wipe his tears away. “Merry Christmas, Rintarou.”

He pulls you into his arms as you both fall onto his living room floor. “This is the best Christmas.”

You hold your left hand up to admire your ring, “indeed…”

Rin shifts around and hovers over you, he pushed your shirt up.

You just hit your twenty-week mark and was beginning to show.

“I’m twenty weeks pregnant.”

“How did I not… notice?”

You laughed, “because you were always so horny.”

Rin didn’t find it funny. “Did I hurt you when I was being too rough?”

You cup his face, “no love, you didn’t hurt me.” You rubbed his cheekbones, “but we probably should cut back on the roughness until I give birth.”

In a blink of an eye, you are maneuvered and straddling Rin. “Okay, you top so that way you are the one in control.”

You can feel his hard bulge through your cotton panties. “Rin!”

“You called it, I’m always horny. I’m even hornier now knowing you’re pregnant. How fucken sexy is that.” He pulls off your shirt in one swift movement and palms your breasts. “Will these get bigger?”

You moan, “yes…”

He pinches your nipples, “and full of milk?”

“… yes…”

Rin groans, pushing up against your core. “I need you.” He quickly pushes his boxers off and tugs your panties aside so you can sink down on him. “No wonder you feel… tighter…”

“They say sex can be sensitive during pregnancy.” You noticed how you orgasm faster than usual.

You rock your hips, pressing both palms on his chest for support.

“Not – “ he winces, “not too deep… or too fast, I don’t want to hurt baby…” One hand rest on your hip, trying to slow your movement.

You grab both his wrists and pinned them to the floor, “you said I get to be in control? So, let me do it.”

His eyes widen before they sparkle, “yes… mommy…”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t call me that when you’re deep inside of me.”

He smirked, “you don’t like it?”

“It’s weird…” you rolled your hips faster, circling your hips. “We should enjoy this time to ourselves before they arrive.”

“Yes mommy.”

“I will leave you high and dry if you call me mommy one more time, daddy.” You gasped loudly the next second as you feel Rin groan as he cums deep inside of you. “Rin!”

He lifts his hips off the ground and thrusts inside of you in shallow hits. “Fuck, call me daddy again…”

You lean down to his ear and whisper, “daddy Rin…”

.

“Where is mama?”

You abandon your cart of books and ran down the aisle to see your husband with the baby carrier and inside is your five-month-old daughter, Rise.

“We brought you lunch!”

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[the-fab-fox]

I come bearing a request! If it doesn't make you uncomfortable — ignore this if it does — could you please write platonic headcanons or a oneshot about the Pomfiore trio helping yuu who's on her (or their) period and has cramps & is just feeling gross?

| Request Fill for Anonymous. To find out how to request your own, check out this post here. |

Absolutely, I can, my friend!

I enjoyed writing this so much. I love seeing these three and Yuu getting on so well in Book 6. It makes my heart so happy to see it.

So naturally, I wanted to include that same vibe with this one.

As a note, since I don't really mention it until further in the oneshot, this takes place during the SEC group preparing for the SDC.

I hope you enjoy, sweet anon! And if you feel up to it, in case you don't want to comment directly on the fill itself, feel free to shoot me a dm if you wanna let me know how you like it.

Thanks again for the adorable request!

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Platonic F!Reader with Vil, Rook, and Epel.

[Fill under cut due to length.]

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The Ramshackle Prefect watched the dancers closely. She smiled to herself with a soft chuckle. 

The chuckle quickly became a grimace as, yet again, her uterus decided to give her a swift horse kick back to reality. 

This sucks. I'm grateful that Sam had the things I needed but they don't really have anything like Tylenol or Ibuprofen here. 

Sam had given her a little protip though, before she had left his shop. 

“Talk to Professor Crewel about this.”

She did just that. 

Crewel had told her that he would make a potion which would likely act in the same manner as the medicines from her world but it would take two days. He frowned at her and snapped his riding crop in his hand. 

“In the future, you are to inform me at least four days before your cycle starts so you won't have to wait so long for relief from the cramps. Is that understood?”

She snapped to attention. “Yes, sir!”

Crewel smiled empathetically. “Good girl. You may go but before you do, here—”

He opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out what looked like a Hershey bar. He passed it to her and she took it tentatively. After all, Crewel didn't seem like the type to give gifts or rewards to students. 

“It's chocolate. It won't do as much as the potion will but it is something that is already made so we'll take what we can get, won't we, pup?”

The otherworlder nodded and smiled. “Thank you for helping me with… all of this.” Out of nerves, she waved vaguely at the lower half of her body. “You and Sam have been so helpful and nice about it.”

Crewel nodded. “It's nothing. Especially since I know exactly how you feel.”

She tilted her head and frowned. 

What on earth did that mean? What was he—

Oh!

No way! 

Her eyes widened and she blurted out the question that immediately came to mind before she could stop herself. 

“Professor Crewel, did you just subtly slip in the fact that you're a transman?”

Crewel grinned. “Well spotted, Prefect. I swear, you have more intuition and common sense than most of the students at this school combined.”

She blushed at the compliment. She never had been good at accepting them. Most of the time, they made her uncomfortable. 

Even with how uncomfortable she was, the compliments still pleased her. In her mind, Crewel was one of the best teachers at the school. Even with his weird BDSM vibe he had going on with that ridiculous riding crop. 

Maybe she was being a little unfair. She just hated it when Crewel would appear by her and her friend’s desk and snap that thing. 

It wasn't her fault she was easily jump scared. 

She thanked him instead of commenting on the compliment—what would she even say to that?—and had taken her leave. 

Brought out of the memory but yet another sharp squeezing sensation, the Ramshackle Prefect let out a little whimper. 

Damnit. Why did I eat all that chocolate bar in one sitting? I'm sure Crewel wouldn't mind giving me another, if he even has one. And Sam should have them in stock. I should go after practice and grab one. 

Unfortunately, there was no telling how long practice would be. 

“Mademoiselle Trickster. Forgive me, but tu vas bien? Are you feeling alright?”

She blinked up at Rook. There was that sharp, observant gaze but just behind it, she saw genuine concern. 

She smiled. 

Well, she tried anyway before another cramp hit her. This one was more intense than the last as well. She could also feel the beginnings of a migraine and bemoaned her lack of the potion. 

“Ouch,” she groaned. 

“Rook! Why are you over here? You're supposed to be with the others, practicing.”

Rook didn't look chastised in the least. She had always found that pretty impressive. The fact that Vil could just bark his disappointment and Rook would apologize genuinely but that would be that. 

Unfortunately, she was nothing like Rook. Vil was also unfathomably beautiful, famous, snarky, and direct. Those combinations very often did not suit people like her. She was grateful, however, that Vil seemed to be an exception. 

Yeah, he could be harsh, but only when it was necessarily or well deserved. To her, Vil seemed more like a bossy but supportive big sister. She was just intimidated by the rest of him. 

“Oui,” Rook replied. “I simply came over because I could tell that our dear Trickster here is not feeling well.”

Vil turned those lavender eyes on her and she found she could not look away. His eyes narrowed as he looked her over. 

“What's going on?”

The Ramshackle Prefect surprised herself as she suddenly burst into tears. 

Okay, it wasn't as dramatic as all that, but she did end up crying. 

“Prefect?” 

Vil's tone was still firm but had softened significantly. 

She sighed as she looked at him. “I'm sorry… I… well, I started my period and there's no medications here like back home that can help with it,” she said, her voice sounding whiny to her own ears. God, she hated how whiny her period made her. And how utterly disgusting she felt being a foot from Vil Schoenheit. 

She sucked in a breath, and continued. “Crewel is making a potion for me…he's so nice… he doesn't show it but he is. But he said it's going to take 2 days, maybe 3, before the potion will be ready. But the cramps are so bad and now my head is starting to hurt. It's definitely the beginning of a migraine.”

Vil was suddenly all action so fast that she felt a little lightheaded for a second or two. 

“Rook. Go to Sam’s and get anything you can think of that helps with a period. Then go get one of my silk pajama sets, a pair of my softest slippers, and my facial kit. Bring the lavender scented—no!—bring the ginger infused facial products. And a bit of our peppermint tea.”

Rook snapped to attention. “I won't be but a moment,” he assured them both before leaving quite dramatically. But that was normal for the odd third year. 

Vil looked at her before scanning the others practicing their dance moves into the mirror. 

“Epel!”

The periwinkle-haired first year glanced over in question. 

“Ah—yes, sir?”

“Please come here a moment.”

The Prefect watched as Epel did as ordered, coming to stand before them both. He glanced at her, obvious concern in his eyes now that he could see her up close. 

“Hey, what's wrong?”

She sighed and shook her head, no longer feeling emotional enough to blurt it out. She nodded instead at the silent question in Vil's eyes. 

“The Prefect is on her period. Unfortunately, she didn't think to bring this up with Crewel prior to getting it but it's understandable, considering everything she's gone through since her arrival. I'm assuming this is your first period since coming here?”

She grimaced and nodded. Back home, it wasn't often that she skipped periods. The times she did, however, were usually due to stress and the next one she did get was always worse. That was what was happening here, to the letter. 

She looked at Vil with surprise. It was her understanding that Vil had no siblings. He smiled at her surprise. 

“In my line of work, you get to know a great number of people. Many of them get periods. It's also imperative to familiarize oneself with others’ physiology and not just one's own when making potions.”

The Prefect just nodded her head. It made a lot of sense but she felt too exhausted to do anything more. 

Epel looked at her with sympathy. “What can I do to help?”

Vil smiled. “That's precisely why I called you over. Will you please tell the others that something has come up that couldn't be helped so the rest of practice is canceled.” He paused for a moment, considering the group. “Also inform them that I want them to practice their moves for an hour in front of a mirror tonight. Wait… Spudling 1 and 2 should do 2 hours. Then I'd like you and Grim to ask the chefs if they wouldn't mind making a simple chicken and noodle soup for her. You don't have to answer any questions. If they push, have them come talk to me. That should take care of things nicely.” He tilted his head imperiously. “Did you get all of that, baby spudling?”

He'd do well as an owl, she thought out of nowhere and was grateful that she hadn't voiced the thought aloud. 

“Whatda I lookit to ya—erk—I mean, yes, sir. The rest of practice is canceled, but they are to do 1 hour of practice back home. 2 for Ace and Deuce. Then I'm to go to the kitchens with Grim to get Chicken and Noodle soup for the Prefect.”

“Very good. Go on now.”

Epel hurried off. 

Vil smiled sympathetically at her now. She sighed her feelings on the whole matter. 

“Do not worry, my dear. We'll get you sorted. Tomorrow you will be off duty as well. If you would like, I can inform the Headmage that you will need to be out of classes as well due to being sick.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? You'd do that for me? They'll be okay with that?” 

In her experience, people with periods were generally just expected to get on with life despite the pain and feeling like complete garbage. Pick oneself up by the bootstraps, and all that.

Vil snorted. “They trust me. I've earned their respect and with good reason. They'll accept with no other details aside from being too sick to come.”

She was suddenly filled with the desperate urge to hug him. She was that thankful. Luckily, she was able to hold back. 

Tears began to creep at the corners of her eyes again and it was with a softer voice that she thanked him. 

“Think nothing of it, Prefect. While I am empathetic, especially with things that are unavoidable, I'm also thinking of the group and the SDC. With a period there's no way you wouldn't be distracted and understandably so, therefore it would be a waste of time to make you do your job when you feel as you do.” He smiled apologetically once more with a sigh. “Better to have you miss a couple days and come back to us fresh and rested than to make you suffer and possibly lengthen both the period as well as our training. You're also not one of the performers so it's not absolutely necessary for you to be at every practice. Preferable, definitely, but not necessary.”

She beamed at him. “You're a really good person Vil, I don't care what anybody else says.”

Vil raised a brow. “Oh? Well thank you, but let's not hurry away from the topic. What is it that others are saying?”

A confused expression crossed her face before she realized she'd used a joke phrase from her world. He, obviously, would have no idea what she was talking about. 

“Sorry… that's just a thing we say where I'm from. Basically, you're just saying it as a joke because no one is really, actually saying anything. It's just…” she waved her hand in frustration and sighed. “Is not important.”

“Don't talk like that, Prefect. What we have to say must always be treated as important. Why would we say it if it wasn't important to us? Besides, I understand what was meant from your explanation. I know well that not everyone is able to or even wishes to handle my intensity and dedication to putting forth one's best self at every opportunity.”

It was her turn to smile empathetically. 

“Their loss,” she said, meaning every bit of it. Vil smiled. 

“Thank you kindly, my dear. I don't need the reassurance but I'm happy to know that you think so. Furthermore, I agree completely.”

They both laughed softly and she felt a little better. 

The door opened and the miserable girl noticed the room was empty aside from Vil and herself, as well as Rook who had returned as promised. 

“How is our little Trickster?” He asked as he joined them, quickly pulling a table over before setting all the things he carried upon it. 

The Ramshackle first year rolled her eyes but it was in a fond manner. She had to admit that Rook’s odd tendencies were growing on her a little. He was weird as fuck but he was also a really good guy when it came down to it. 

Neither she nor Vil had a chance to answer as the door opened again. Epel came in, bearing a large bowl with a utensil sticking out. It was still steaming; the gentle clouds billowing behind Epel as he hurried to her as fast as he could without spilling any of it's contents.

The scent of the soup reached her nose not long after that and her stomach growled loudly. The others laughed as she blushed and covered her face with her hands. 

A bowl was now in her peripheral vision and she looked up at Epel with a smile of thanks. He smiled back at her as she took it, breathing in the steam with a happy sigh. 

“Your stomach growling as it did also suggests you have not been keeping hydrated. Be sure you're taking breaks throughout the day to drink plenty of water. Understand?”

The Ramshackle Prefect nodded. 

“Good. Now, the three of us are going to take care of you for a little while. That will relax your body and your nerves. It'll likely alleviate your migraine as well. The cramps should lessen for the evening, at the very least.”

“I took the liberty of getting a heating pad for you—non! I will not accept payment. This is a gift between friends.”

Vil nodded. “Likewise.”

“The same goes for me even though I'm not sure what I can do.”

Vil smiled at him. “I'll show you.”

The girl looked from Vil, to Epel, to Rook. Yet again, overcome with emotion, she felt tears rush to her eyes and she grumbled as she tried to brush them away. 

“Oh, you poor dear,” Vil said. His tone was the softest she ever heard it.

Then he did something that surprised her tears into stopping as if she was some protagonist in a shoujo anime. 

He hugged her, taking care not to spill the bowl still in her hands.

Vil Schoenheit had just hugged her. 

Was she dreaming? Had she passed out?

While she wasn't interested in him, at least not like that, he was famous and impossibly beautiful. Besides, she probably smelled. She really hoped she didn't smell. 

Vil didn't seem to mind it if she did at that moment though so she did the only thing she could think of…besides just standing there. 

She hugged him back, using one hand to carefully hold the bowl of still steaming soup.

That seemed to be the cue for Epel and Rook who hugged them both. 

The group hug went on for a few more moments before Vil pulled away, causing the other two to do so as well. 

“Alright! Eat your soup, my dear, and then the real work begins.” He smirked. “I finally have the perfect excuse to take care of those dreadful pores.”

The Prefect tried to fake glare at him, but in the end, she just chuckled and shrugged. 

“Thank you for this, you guys. It… it means a lot.”

Vil just shushed her. 

“Eat your soup, Stage Manager. My time is precious and, by now, you've learned well that I don't like to waste it.”

Smiling, the Ramshackle Prefect and temporary Stage Manager did as she was told.

[simpxxstan]

perfect complements (ch. 2)

pairing: professor!seungcheol x professor!f.reader

genre: fluff, enemies to lovers, angst, smut

series summary: four and a half years of working together breeds familiarity, resentment, and everything in between. it's almost like living together.

chapter word count: 2.4k

warnings: bickering.

a/n: i have never been to a therapist/counsellor, so i apologise if there are factual inaccuracies in how the process of counselling goes. the italicized portion is an excerpt from the past, and that's how it'll be indicated in the rest of the story!

thank you so much for reading! your reblogs, likes and comments make my day!

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The walls of the counsellor’s office are painted blue and green- quite contrary to what you had thought would be clinically white and even more depressing. There’s no sign of Seungcheol though, as you sit in the small waiting space outside the office, reading a magazine off the coffee table, your legs shaking nervously.

The man you’re waiting for storms in through the door, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, and his slightly longer hair all fluffy and messy. “Sorry I’m late,” he says to no one, especially not you since he’s averted his glance from you as soon as he entered, and there’s no one else in the space. “Dr. Lee is waiting for us.” You speak softly, trying to level your tone. He takes a minute to brace himself before looking at you, fixing his hair, fixing his crumpled shirt, and breathing in. 

In the past sixteen hours, you’ve thought about this moment a million times at least. It’s been a long time coming, and you know Seungcheol knows it as well as you. Wonwoo has spoken to the two of you multiple times, and yet- things never seem to improve. 

It’s not like you purposely piss him off, well, most of the time. He is a dickhead, but it’s not like you have a lot of free time just to educate him on being a better human in the world. It’s mostly a slip here and there, and the spark blasts. 

It started on a rainy day, in the middle of August. You really didn’t like the rain, to make it worse you’d got your period that morning. You wanted to go home as soon as possible, but all public transport had suddenly disappeared, leaving you stranded in the monsoon on a busy street where no one cared about you, no matter how desperately you called for a taxi. It was just not your day-

But all that had a hope of reversing when you noticed a familiar smile and a wave through a car window, which was right next to you now. “Seungcheol-ssi?” you asked. “Can I give you a ride, Prof Y/L/N?” You started refusing him, hands moving animatedly, but then he gave you a look- oh- and you couldn’t refuse him anymore. “Please. You’ve been standing here for the past twenty minutes,” he said, as you shuffled into his car, trying to not wet the seats but in vain. “You’ve been watching me?” “Uh-” he was nervous now, “no I was just…” “Hey, I really appreciate your offer. I was really having a difficult time. Thank you so much, Seungcheol-ssi.” Three months into his new job, and you both had developed a good relationship, being of nearly the same age. The three other professors in your department were all above fifty, two even due to retire that year, leaving you two as the youngest of the department, and it was a good partnership. You enjoyed talking about the subjects that you had chosen as the first loves of your lives over a cup of coffee, sometimes you would smile at him for a second too long when he would speak of his pet dog Kkuma, sometimes he would return the smile when you spoke fondly about your favourite students. 

The car ride was also just as smooth as the rest of Choi Seungcheol. As much as he was an eye candy, you had decided you were certainly not interested in him, having noticed how well he got along with every female (and most male) faculty members of the university, and his smiles were just not reserved for you. Within weeks, he had students fawning over him, and soon he was becoming the most popular professor in the university, not just among students but also among your colleagues. While you had no fancies for these titles, it felt a little weird losing the good rapport you had worked hard in building, being the only female professor in the department. Or maybe it was just you being too competitive. 

Anyhow, when Seungcheol played the music of your favourite idol group, you couldn’t complain. The depressive mood from the rains had already mellowed out. You raised your eyebrows at him in query, he replied, “What? I’ve seen their photocard behind your phone.” He smiled again, and you smiled back. So attentive. 

Just then, there was a crazy sound from his car. Alarmed, he instantly got out of the car to check- soon there was smoke coming up from the front of the car. You felt guilty sitting in the dry shade of the rain while he lifted the front hood of the car, drenched in the rain, trying to figure out the issue, so you stepped out. “I’m sorry- I really-” “No, hey, why are you apologising to me?” “I don’t know what’s wrong. I think I’ll have to call a mechanic.” You looked around, it was a shockingly deserted area, maybe the rain had washed away all people into their homes. As evening began to descend, your cramps got worse, not improving as the wetness of the rain began settling into your bones. 

“Should we wait inside the car? I’ve called for the mechanic, but they’ll definitely take some time.”

“Sure. I mean, we don’t have an option, do we?” You chuckled, trying to reduce the tension. “I’m sorry I got you stuck in this.” “Nah, it’s okay.” “You can try looking for a cab-” “Do you see a cab out there, Choi Seungcheol?” you snapped out a bit too harshly, recoiling instantly. He was taken aback too, wincing. “Sorry, I just…” Then he grew quiet, and so did you. 

Seconds became minutes. 

Minutes to hours. 

Precisely, two and a quarter hours, before the mechanic arrived. 

Your water bottle was empty, your lunch long finished, the cramps growing worse in the confined space and the anxiety, and Seungcheol wasn’t a close friend who you could become casual around. So you kept your legs down, your heels on, even if your ankles hurt. You kept your hair tied, even if the hair tie began to hurt your scalp, because your hair was too unruly to let down. You couldn’t even take off your jacket, because your body was too cold to let go of even one piece of clothing. 

This was really not your day.

There was no conversation, mainly because you were afraid of snapping again. He stepped out to help the mechanic, and you closed your eyes tight in the car, trying to hold back the pain. Wordlessly, the mechanic left after the issue was fixed, the rain still pouring relentlessly, and Seungcheol came back into the car. 

Thankfully, this time when he tried to start the car, it roared to life. After travelling slowly for fifteen minutes, Seungcheol spoke up, “It’s almost seven- do you want to get some ramyeon before heading home?” You weren’t even looking at him, but you could sense the expectation in his voice. “My treat, to make up for the-”

“I want to go home, Seungcheol.” Your voice was bitterer than you had thought. Seungcheol extended his hand to your arm, and you flinched. “Can you please drive me to my neighbourhood? I don’t want to stay here a minute more.” He took back his hand in a second, and amped up the speed of the car. In less than twenty minutes you were in the front of your home, the address you had input into the Google Maps of the car dashboard earlier. 

Without a word, you stepped out of the car, into the rain that had fizzled down to a drizzle now. Seungcheol was looking at you, and you had no way to avoid his eyes now. “I’m sorry for making your day so bad. Really, if I could make it-” “Bye, Choi Seungcheol-ssi. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And you had turned your back on the man who had drove you home that evening, the hopeful glint in his eyes burning in your head but other feelings like exhaustion, pain and desperation overwhelming you. 

-

“Has anger always been an issue for you?”

Ouch, that was harsh. You had thought counsellors were soft with their words- but then, you’d never been to one’s office before. Seungcheol seemed calmer than before now, honestly that irked you more. Was he actually okay with sitting here? Being reprimanded for how you couldn’t help but behave around each other, at the age of thirty-three?

“I don’t know… I guess I’ve always had a slightly sharp tongue. Quick to lose my temper.”

Seungcheol sighed next to you. You can feel his eyes poring into your face, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. 

“And you, Prof. Choi?” 

“I don’t think so. I think Prof. Y/L/N brings out the worst in me.”

Now you’re looking straight at him, and you know he’s facing you while saying the words. “Excuse me?” 

“Prof. Y/L/N-”

“I’ve never faced issues with my temper before, you know. Yes, some may call me an alpha but-”

A laugh escaped from your lips before you could help it. 

“Prof. Y/L/N, please refrain from scoffing here. Remember the common goal.” Dr. Lee reminded you. 

“I can’t help it, Dr. Lee. It’s blatantly obnoxious for Prof. Choi to think of himself as an alpha. Why, the man’s scared of ghosts! As if ghosts even exist.”

“Prof. Y/L/N-”

“Might I inform you, Dr. Lee, than Prof. Y/L/N has a phobia of thunderstorms. She can’t stand seeing lightning, absoltely shivers like-”

“Professors!”

Again the dreadful feeling of being reprimanded. 

“Laughing at each other’s phobias are petty and not acceptable. This is a safe space. We are all respectful of each other’s fears, irrespective of how they appear to us. We have a common goal of resolution, please be mindful.” Your eyes were cast downward, fingers fiddling with the hem of your dress. “I’m sorry, Dr. Lee.”

There was a sharp intake of air from Choi Seungcheol.

“But I don’t think this can ever reach resolution,” you complete, nearly standing up from your chair. Seungcheol openly scoffs at you now, laughing at your surrender. Exactly what he was pushing you for.

“There, there! No need to rush, Professor. How about, we move on to the first activity I’ve planned for you both?”

You pause, sitting back in your chair. 

“Activity?” Seungcheol asks, running fingers through his hair. 

“Yes! It’s part of my toolkit for couples’ therapy-”

“This isn’t couple’s therapy,” you both chime together. It’s getting annoying how often people think of you as a couple.

Dr. Lee only chuckles, as if they had laid the bait out for you to hold on to, and you both had caught on to it like fishes. You gasp, realising this session may be more complicated than you thought. 

“Of course! Now, have either of you done colouring before? Ever heard of art therapy?”

Seungcheol shakes his head, while you nod. “I colour on my phone sometimes- numbered colouring. Stress relieving, it is for me.” Dr. Lee smiles. “Yes! Except, we’ll not be doing numbered colouring.” They pull out a sheet of paper from underneath their desk, and lay it right in front of you both. 

It’s a beautiful picture of a scene from nature- trees, foliage, flowers, even a river through the grass. But in black and white outline, and more spaces marked in between indicating where to fill in colours. 

Then Dr. Lee brings out a pack of colour pencils, and keeps it beside the sheet of paper. 

“Can I trust you both to fill this in?”

Seungcheol’s jaw actually drops. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him more surprised.

“You want us to fill this with colours? Colour pencils?”

“Yes! It’s really quite simple, and really would be great for healing you through all the stress of work during the day.” Dr. Lee’s smile is genial, but you don’t feel it catching on to you. The thought of colouring this- with Seungcheol- does nothing but add up to your stress. 

“Alright.” Seungcheol is doing it again- pushing you to surrender. He even picks up the sheet and colour pencils and stands up, looking at you expectantly. 

But you’re not going to give up so easily. 

It’s a matter of your pride after all. 

“We’ll bring this to you, all complete and pretty, at our next session!” You’re staring into Seungcheol’s soul, seeing the panic flash momentarily before he dons his standard pretty smile, gums threatening to show. 

“Yes, Dr. Lee!” And for a second, you wonder if this was how he used to suck up to his teachers in school, all cute and excited- but, you forget the thought quickly, as Dr. Lee stands up, a very knowing smile in their eyes, waiting to bid you goodbye. As you both shuffle out of the room, you face Seungcheol outside the office. “Our next session is day after tomorrow. What were you thinking when you promised to complete this, like a little good girl, so eager to please?” he snaps, standing inches away from you. 

“Seungcheol, spare me your nonsense. I’ll take it home today and complete the top half, and you can take it home tomorrow and complete the bottom half.”

“Impossible. I have at least two dozens of projects to go through. I’ll not be coming to work tomorrow. No time for this” he points at the sheet in his hand. 

“Then I’ll just come over tomorrow evening, after your project corrections are done. We can complete it together. Makes the process quicker.” You know you’re stepping into extremely risky territory, but hell, even you didn’t want to go home and colour on a lovely day like this. Wine and jazz sounded much better. 

He seems to ponder over the offer for a second. Then he takes out his right hand from his pocket, and holds it out to you. “Deal,” he says, and you almost scoff at his childish behaviour. Then you shake your right hand with his, and take a step back. 

“See you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, my place, at 8?”

“Hmm.”

“I’ll text you the address-”

“I have it already, Prof. Choi.” you say quietly, before turning your back on him and walking away slowly, ignoring his eyes on your back. 

[rottenpumpkin13]

Sick of each other's crap, and due to a rather untimely squabble in the Materia room involving dangerous reality-warping magics, Sephiroth and Genesis go full mental-Freaky Friday and swap personalities for a day.

Angeal decides today's the day Zack's going to earn that First-class rank through the power of tactical pursuit and negotiation!

Freaky Friday

• Sephiroth and Genesis sit in a lab in the Research and Development Division. Sephiroth has both elbows propped on the steel table, resting his head in his hands. He periodically blows a stray lock of hair from his face.

• Genesis sits beside him doodling on the back of his Loveless copy. Yes, they're both extremely bored.

*Genesis groans*

Genesis: Chadley! Can you speed this up? I have a salon appointment in an hour!

• Chadley looks up from the curious contraption he's working on

Chadley: Oh, please wait! I'm almost done, and then my experiment will only take a few minutes.

Sephiroth: Take your time, Chadley. There's no rush.

*Genesis groans again*

Genesis: Remind me why I'm here again? Your presence alone should've sufficed. And besides, he's your brother.

Sephiroth: He's... something of the sort. And I'm not sure what you have to complain about. All you've done is sit there and let your DNA be collected. The only difference between this and what you were doing up in your office is that here you're being useful.

Genesis: Preposterous. I was working before you rudely dragged me down here with you.

Sephiroth: Genesis. You were playing Candy Crush on your phone.

Genesis:

Sephiroth: And you weren't even good. You were on level four.

Genesis: You have no proof of that whatsoever.

• Chadley crawls out from under the machine with a wrench in his hand. He wipes away the sweat from his brow and stands up.

Chadley: Okay! It's ready!

• The two of them walk over to the machine, a dome-like structure supported by a small open space at the bottom, presumably where one would stick their head as indicated by the padded slabs sticking out of it.

Chadley: You know what this is?

Genesis: A...giant nail dryer?

Sephiroth: Why would he build a giant nail dryer?

Genesis: To dry giant fucking nails, you idiot.

Chadley: Okay, well you're both wrong. I'm not sure what to call it yet, but this machine is able to transfer one party's genes into another party's and consequentially edit their DNA to match the other's.

Sephiroth: Fascinating. I assume the overall goal is to ameliorate the receiving party's combat performance?

Chadley: If this works, you and Genesis will receive the other's innate abilities and much more! Think of it like this: Sephiroth, you'll receive Genesis' stellar abilities with materia, and Genesis will receive your swordfighting prowess.

• Genesis tries to run but Sephiroth holds him in place.

Sephiroth: Good! We're ready.

Genesis: I hate you.

• Chadley instructs them to lay down on the padded slab with their heads inside the dome.

Genesis: How badly will this hurt?

Chadley: Oh, it won't hurt at all! You'll see! Just try to relax and imagine yourself about to receive a massage.

• Chadley pulls a lever. Immediately the machine flares up in colorful, blinking lights. The inside of the metal dome violently shakes as streaks of lightning spill out. Sephiroth and Genesis are screaming.

Chadley: I was wrong.

• Chadley quickly pushes the lever back up. The machine stops, smoke billows from the inside of the dome, and Sephiroth and Genesis' bodies lay concerningly still.

Chadley: ...

• Chadley pulls out his phone and starts too look up wether or not Cyborgs can go to prison. But he quickly snaps out of it and rushes to check on the bodies. Sephiroth's body is the first to twitch. Chadley kneels down beside him and checks his pulse.

Chadley: Oh, good! You're alive!

• Sephiroth's body slides out from under the dome and groans.

Sephiroth (??): By the goddess. That was singlehandedly the worst experience of my life.

Chadley: Sephiroth! Are you alright?

*Sephiroth (??) pulls a face*

Sephiroth (??): Sephiroth? Why are calling me—

• Genesis (in Sephiroth's body) notices the silver hair cascading onto his lap. His eyes widen in horror.

• Meanwhile Sephiroth (in Genesis' body) slides out from under the dome.

Sephiroth: That was rather enjoyable. I especially liked the tingling sensation in my brain when the third wave of lighting hit.

• Sephiroth (in Genesis' body) looks to the side and sees his own body staring back at him in horror.

• It takes a total of three agonizingly silent seconds for the both of them to scream.

• Chadley is desperately trying to fix the machine. Genesis is pacing back and forth around the lab. He's tied Sephiroth's hair up out of his face and can be heard mumbling incoherencies.

Genesis: When I was a child praying to the goddess to be more like Sephiroth, THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT!

Meanwhile Sephiroth is sitting on top of the lab table. Genesis's red coat is discarded beside him along with his knit sweater. He's fanning himself with the Loveless copy.

Sephiroth: Why is your body temperature so unnaturally high!? Have you seen a doctor about this?

• Genesis stops pacing.

Genesis: SEPHIROTH! MY HAIR IS FUCKING SILVER! I HAVE EYES LIKE A SNAKE AND I MISS MY OVERBEARING MOTHER FOR NO REASON! I HAVE BIGGER PROBLEMS RIGHT NOW!

• Sephiroth leans back and looks at Chadley over by the machine.

Sephiroth: Have you fixed it yet?

• Chadley slides out from under the dome and stands up.

Chadley: Unfortunately it's going to be a while. I'm afraid I won't be able to get it fixed until tomorrow.

Sephiroth & Genesis: TOMORROW?

Genesis: Chadley, we both have work to do. How are we supposed to go about our lives in each other's bodies!?

Chadley: Hm. I suppose you could always just pretend to be each other until I sort things out.

Sephiroth: This is a nightmare. I'm Genesis.

Genesis: Ugh! Fine. If it's the only way to hide this, what real choice do we have?

Sephiroth: I'm in your body. I'm Genesis.

Chadley: Not only that, but if Professor Hojo finds out, I'll definitely be punished. He doesn't know about the machine.

Sephiroth, smiling: I'm Genesis.

Genesis: Oh, I won't let that creep lay a finger on you. Don't worry, we'll keep a low profile.

Sephiroth, grinning like the Joker: I'm Genesis!

Genesis: Yes, Sephiroth. What's your point?

Sephiroth laughs, giddy with excitement as he plays with the dangling earrings on his right ear.

Sephiroth: I'm you! Do you know what that means? That I'm not expected to be Sephiroth. I'm free of all of Sephiroth's responsibilities! The spotlight binds me no more!

Genesis: Um, Sephiroth, don't you think we should talk—

• Sephiroth is running out the door before Genesis could lay down any sort of ground rules.

• Genesis grabs his coat and shirt and sprints after him.

Genesis: SEPHIROTH! GET BACK HERE WITH MY BODY! DON'T YOU DARE MODIFY ANYTHING ON MY PERSON! I'LL TATTOO A PENIS ON YOUR CHEST IF YOU DO! AND PUT MY SHIRT BACK ON! I HAVE AN APPEARANCE TO MAINTAIN!

• They disappear into the hallway, leaving Chadley alone.

• Chadley sighs, takes out his phone and resumes to look up wether or not Cyborgs can go to prison. Apparently they can.

• Chadley goes back to work immediately.

• Angeal is up bright and early, dutifully watering the lone office plant by the elevator. The doors swing open and out steps....

Angeal: SEPHIROTH?

Genesis: Yes, dear?

Angeal: ARE YOU COSPLAYING AS GENESIS?

• Genesis couldn't stand the feel of Sephiroth's uniform. Iconic as it was, he couldn't help but feel utterly indecent without a shirt. Plus, he couldn't not wear his red coat. It would be a sin.

• It is notable to mention that Genesis pinned Sephiroth's silver hair up in a claw clip. This will be important later on.

• Genesis looks down at his body.

Genesis: I...I am! I had an epiphany last night, you see. Though my chest area is impressive and delightful to stare at, it can get quite cold. So I borrowed Genesis's fabulous uniform. Have I ever mentioned how fashionable I find Genesis? He is the epitome of style and—

• Sephiroth in Genesis' body stumbles off the elevator wearing nothing but the uniform pants and eating a Banora White.

Sephiroth: You will not believe how quickly this body absorbs alcohol!

Angeal: Genesis please tell don't tell me you're drunk.

Sephiroth: Oh Genesis isn't drunk.

Angeal: What is up with you two? Today is not the day for this. We have a meeting with Lazard in ten minutes.

• Angeal walks off. Genesis panics, takes off his red coat and forcibly drapes it around Sephiroth.

Genesis: What is wrong with you!? Do you want to blow our cover!?

Sephiroth: I apologize. I just can't seem to control myself. Your body has a lot of chaotic energy that just makes me want to set things on fire.

Genesis: Ha-ha! I knew I wasn't crazy.

Sephiroth: Also, it is very fun being you. I can walk around the building quoting Loveless at the top of my lungs and throw apples at people. No one bats an eye.

Genesis: I'm glad someone's having fun. I tried to go get coffee this morning and almost shut down an entire street. And then I got a call from Professor Hojo who grilled me for an hour on the phone because I didn't show up last night for a blood collection. AND—

• Genesis tugs at the silver locks of hair framing his face.

Genesis: This THING is impossible to wash! I had to use an entire bottle of conditioner. How much money do you spend on conditioner!?

Sephiroth: Hm. Being Sephiroth isn't so fun, is it?

Genesis: It is not.

Sephiroth: Good. Let this be a lesson learned. By the way⏤*he reaches for the clip*⏤the claw clip might be hurting your skull as my hair is quite heavy.

• Genesis tries to back away, but it's too late.

Genesis: NO, DON'T⏤

• Sephiroth pulls the claw clip off. Instead of Sephiroth's long, luscious hair cascading down his back, shoulder-length hair falls around Genesis's face.

• The silence is loud.

Genesis: I can explain!

Sephiroth:

Genesis: I was trying to brush it out after I washed it last night, but it got too tangled and matted beyond saving and I didn't know what else to do!

Sephiroth:

Genesis: Your hair grows back quickly, right?

Sephiroth:

Genesis: Sephiroth please talk so I know you're not mad.

Sephiroth:

Genesis: Sephiroth you're scaring me.

Sephiroth:

Genesis, crying: SephiROTH.

Sephiroth: It took ten years to get my hair to that length.

Sephiroth: Ten years from now, they will still be finding your body parts.

• Genesis is disheveled, covered in scratches and holding a built-up ball of firaga in his hand. Sephiroth is after him.

Sephiroth: I'm going to kill you.

Genesis: HELP! HELP! HEL⏤

• Genesis just about dodges Sephiroth's sword slicing the air next to him. It appears Sephiroth is serious.

Genesis: OH YEAH? WELL I ALSO POSTED A BUNCH OF THIRST-TRAP PHOTOS ON YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA THIS MORNING!

• Sephiroth swings the sword again, this time it crashes into a glass window.

Sephiroth: REALLY? WELL I SHOPLIFTED A SCARF FROM THE GIFT SHOP LAST NIGHT. WHEN YOU'RE BACK IN THIS PATHETIC VESSEL, YOU'LL BE KNOWN AS A THIEF!

• Sephiroth dodges the ball of fire launched his way. It incinerates the plant Angeal had been keeping.

Genesis: OKAY! YOU'LL BE PLEASED TO KNOW THAT I FLIRTED WITH SCARLET! AND I GAVE HER YOUR PHONE NUMBER! HAVE FUN ON YOUR DATE NEXT WEDNESDAY!

• Sephiroth swings the sword in an arc, nipping Genesis in the shoulder.

Sephiroth: AND I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I SENT OUT A MASS E-MAIL TO RED LEATHER THIS VERY MORNING!

Genesis: YOU DIDN'T.

Sephiroth: I DID! I TOLD THEM THAT CARPET DOES NOT, IN FACT, MATCH THE DRAPES!

Genesis: YOU DIDN'T.

Sephiroth: I TOLD THEM YOUR HAIR IS NATURALLY BROWN.

• Genesis' response is a guttural scream as he tackles Sephiroth to the ground.

• Back in the conference room, Zack is slumped in his seat at the table. Lazard won't start the meeting without Sephiroth and Genesis and he's bored.

• Lazard sighs and checks his watch.

Lazard: Angeal, perhaps you should go out and look for them.

• A distant sound of an explosion is heard, followed by shattering glass, a wall breaking and what's clearly a muffled scream.

Angeal, sighing: Zack, why don't you do the honors?

Zack: Wha...For real!? Awesome! I've never broken up a Sephiroth and Genesis fight before!

Lazard: Well, today's your lucky day. *he checks his watch again* Please be quick.

Zack: On it!

*Zack shoots out of his seat and runs out the door*

Angeal: He's screwed.

Lazard: How so?

Angeal: Sephiroth and Genesis are inhabiting each other's bodies.

Lazard: What!? How is that possible? Did they tell you that?

Angeal: No.

Lazard: Then how did you figure it out?

Angeal: Because Sephiroth was wearing a shirt.

[kenny-the-ken]

Omg imagine a kenny or kyle fic of a pregnancy scare like theyve been together for ages and they both just got into university and they’re like shit oh fuck what are we gonna do

I have a toddler so this one hits close to home considering I ended up pregnant at 18, and at the beginning of the pandemic 🫢 ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!

Positive or Negative?

You were due your dreaded monthly a week ago, and the longer you'd been waiting for it to come, the more and more worried you became. You hadn't told Kenny, even though you both shared an apartment together, you were too scared to tell him, how would he react if he thought you were pregnant?! Would he stay with you or run for the hills? Not to mention, did YOU even want to be pregnant?! You just wanted this nightmare to end! But would it end how you wanted it to?

You couldn't believe you were saying this, but you were praying for your period to come, and Kenny had picked up on your strange mood and behaviour the past few days, and he thought it was something that he had done, and as he rose from your shared bed, the smell of pancakes wafting through your apartment, and the sound of the radio radiating from the kitchen. He decided that you had seemed off for long enough, and he needed to know why, and was he to blame.

"Hey baby." Kenny's voice was groggy, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder as you stood over the cooker, flipping the four pancakes in the frying pan, a smile on your face, melting against his touch.

"Morning, babe, sleep well?" You asked, as Kenny pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek. And Kenny nodded, watching carefully what you were doing.

"Yeah I did, babe. Can I ask though... have I done anything to piss you off or... has something happened you haven't told me about, cause you've seemed off the past few days." Kenny asked, as you turned to look at him, shaking your head no.

"No no, Ken, it's nothing like that it's just... it's silly really, it doesn't matter." You spoke, shaking your head no as you turned back to serve the pancakes, placing two each on the plates sitting on the worktop, you had already sat out a collection of different toppings, and you hoped that Kenny would let the issue go, you really didn't want to talk about this right now.

It was early and both of you had class in a few hours, the first semester of university had only just started, Kenny was studying Physics with an interest in Quantum Physics and mechanics and you were studying Criminal Law with Forensic science. Both of you wanted to get ahead in life, give your children in the future what you both never had. You had both worked your asses off to get a scholarship, and you both got accepted at South Park University, on top of that, working all hours for minimum wage so you could both leave your shitty living conditions and finally have a good life, but if you were pregnant, then what?! You knew Kenny would be worried sick, he'd probably go back to drug dealing to keep you both ticking over and able to afford the rent, since you'd end up out of work for a while, and what about your degrees?!

"Babe, please. Talk to me! We promised no secrets, whatever it is we can get through this together, just please don't shut me out." Kenny pleaded, his eyes soft, almost teary looking, and you couldn't keep it in any longer. A long sign escapes you as you sat opposite him at the kitchen table, your head landing in your hands before rising to look at your boyfriend.

"I'm freaking out because I was supposed to have my period a week ago, and it still isn't here! I think I might be pregnant, Kenny." You spoke, voice quiet, tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, his mouth agape and eyes wide.

"Holy shit! Um... okay. Have you taken a pregnancy test?" Kenny asked, trying to approach the situation calmly.

"No, I'm too scared to!! I just... promise you won't leave me?" You spoke, head back in your hands, wiping the tears that fell from your eyes, and you felt a warm embrace, Kenny held you close, peppering kisses along your face, shushing you before he spoke, his tone soft.

"Babe, we'll get a test, if it's negative, then we're okay, and if it's positive then we'll discuss it further, but I swear to you, baby or no baby, I will always be with you, no matter what, okay?" He reassured you, gently moving a strand of your long h/c hair from your face, smiling at you, and you smiled back, wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands.

"Okay, Kenny. Thank you." You said, returning his hug and taking a deep breath of his scent, he smelt like aftershave, your perfume and weed, and you suddenly felt safe, your mind slightly more at ease.

"I bought a test the other day, I've just been too scared to take it." You spoke, and Kenny took your hand, making you stand from your chair, completely forgetting both of your breakfasts, as he led you to the bathroom.

"I'll come in with you, I'll be there every step of the way baby, okay?" Kenny was taking this far better than you expected him to, and you nodded, taking it from the pharmacy bag you had dumped there the other day, and staring blankly at the box, before opening it, taking the test from its plastic packaging and reading the instructions.

You sat, hovered above your hand that was underneath you, holding the test, as you sat on the toilet, and once you'd peed on the stick you put its cap back on and sat it on the sink, cleaning yourself up and then washing your hands.

"How long till we know?" Kenny questioned, looking more nervous than he was before, a small bead of sweat visible on his forehead.

"Three minutes." You replied, coming to hug your partner, needing some serious moral support in this moment.

Those three minutes felt like the longest three minutes of your life, and you swore time had came to a standstill. You lifted the test when your timer went off on your phone, your eyes closed, before cracking one open slightly to see the words Not Pregnant written on it, and you felt a huge wave of relief crash over you, as you handed it to Kenny, and both of you smiled at each other, Kenny also sighing, wiping his forehead.

"This calls for celebration sex!" Kenny exclaimed, picking you up bridal style as you laughed the whole way to the bedroom, both of your minds now at ease. Sure, you both loved each other, and you both wanted to have a family, but you wanted financial stability first, and to live your lives child free, at least for a few more years till your degrees were finished.

"Yeah, well pull out this time, before we end up in this mess again with a different outcome!" You replied, both of you laughing as Kenny plopped you on the bed, before landing beside you, pulling you down with him.

While happy that you weren't pregnant, you couldn't wait for when you would be, just knowing you both would create the most beautiful little baby ever, but that was for the future, right now in this moment, you were both happy just you two together.

[blacclotusss]

What Can the Damned Really Say to the Damned?

Just a bit of meta on my favorite scenes from episode one of season two!

Louis and Lestat in the Field

At this point and time, using context clues, we know Lestat is conjured up from Louis' mind. Personally, I think Louis conjured him up due to the fact that he's surrounded by dead bodies and the most recent "dead" body he's cared about is Lestat. So now, he's thinking of his past love and the murder of him, the only time he's felt like he murdered someone. "Oh love, I'm merely waiting until you're happy." This seems to be the opposite of what Lestat has done to Louis in season one. He would always try and catch Louis when he was down and make the situation worse e.g. Paul's death, the church turning, the closing of the Azalea, the riots, etc. It's interesting, especially, considering Lestat isn't actually saying any of this. Crazy how Louis' brain is working in this moment. A friend of mine also brought up that Louis is in a period of desperation and despair and I think it may have brought up thoughts of home, the home they left Lestat to die in.

Claudia and Louis' Argument in the Boiler Room

The first time we actually hear, from her own mouth, how much Claudia resents Louis for the fact that Lestat is still looming over them. "I forgave you for messing up my plan, I did not forgive you for bringing him with you." Louis, in that moment, seems to want to make nice with people on their journey and dismisses Claudia's concerns and ideas, which may build even more resentment. "I'm looking for one, just one, that ain't a goddamn bastard!" Her search for vampires seems to be her both wanting answers as well as her own companion to escape the bastards she's encountered as a vampire.

Claudia's Dreams/Nightmares

This one is a bit tricky for me to understand because the only thing I can think of what Louis is trying to say is that she is lying, but I don't think he'd call her a liar. I believe Claudia only said she couldn't dream because Louis was getting on her nerves. I hope to God that is not the angle we're going with because I will personally raise hell for her.

Morgan Asking Louis for Help

Very short point but it's so interesting that Morgan thought Louis would help and I was somewhat surprised that Louis left it alone. I think that those four years have hardened him just a bit and he's over the humans for now. Another point, a bit of racism slipping through that Morgan thought the Black man was going to help.

Daciana and the Fire

Two interpretations of this scene and I'd like to believe that the both of them have some truth to it. One (brought to me by my friend @nakiaslilhoodoo), Daciana and her killing her children relating to Claudia. Even in season one, we see just how much he cares for Claudia, even going so far as to postponing his suicide so that she wouldn't have the memory of her brother dying on the same day as the beginning of her journey of traveling. I think Daciana jumping into the fire after losing her children could show how Louis will lick the fire (internally) once Claudia is gone. 

Two (another point made by a friend of mine, Daciana and Magnus being one in the same in this scene. The both of them walked into the fire after feeling defeated with having no companion. I didn't realize this until a friend brought it up to me and I think it makes the situation even more tragic.

Louis' Speech to Claudia

A very bittersweet moment for me, and the way the trailers and clips are set up makes me believe this may fall apart. I thought I'd feel stronger about Louis telling Claudia about having a shitty life, I still don't think it was quite necessary because I'm sure she knows that and her life was shitty before she even met Louis, but it didn't leave a poor taste in my mouth like I thought it would. The soft words he gave her was what genuinely broke me. I think it hit me because I know Louis genuinely believes what he said to her and how it's her and him against the world, but I know it's going to go left. Even when they held hands together after getting off of the van, they really could be everything if they keep each other close. You could tell by Claudia's face that she's been waiting to hear that from, (Delainey said this as well) but she also seems a bit skeptical and questioning whether he'll stick to his words, which I don't blame her for. And then Louis conjuring up Lestat as he's telling her this...I know there will be problems on the rise.

Louis and Armand in the Bedroom

First of all, the bedroom seems to be gorgeous and I would pick it apart more if it weren't for the bars and the painting in the back. The bars are a bit jarring because I don't know who they would represent. Would it be Louis feeling confined to this relationship and life he's made with Armand or would it represent Armand holding back his emotions and how he feels? And the painting of Jesus and Judas, who betrayed Jesus, hanging in the back is a wild concept. But, I did enjoy the softness each of them displayed with one another. The talk of Claudia's diary pages could have easily blew up into an argument, but they each know each other well enough for it to remain calm. Even Louis' face before he kissed Armand was quite reassuring. Love what I see from these two so far.

[surrogate-fawn]

The First Goodbye

((Drabble based on the backstory of a RP done with @mittysins of Fawn's very first experience with birth.))

TW: Teen pregnancy (18+, but still), Forced adoption, Mentions of past abuse.

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I found out I was in labor when I took my lunch break.

When the manager excused me, I would usually head to the back of the UDF to grab a Lunchable to snack on; but with the baby sitting so hard on my bladder, the first thing I did upon clocking out was haul-ass to the bathroom. As I was cleaning up, I noticed something unusual: a large yellow clot, with tiny streaks of blood. It sat there on the paper, lookin' like an egg yolk and grossing me the hell out.

I remembered something the doctor said to me, but it was faint. Something about a mucus plug? I think that's what it was called. I just remembered something about mucus coming out, and how it meant labor was starting.

That was when I started to worry. I'd been having cramps that day, but I was having cramps pretty much all the time now. The baby was tugging hard at my lower back, his feet were in my ribs, and pretty much everything hurt 24/7. But, if the mucus plug had come out...that meant I was in labor, right? And if I was in labor, I had to be worried. That was something to worry about!

I decided not to say anything about it to the manager, though. If I asked to leave early again, I'd get written up. I'd already asked to leave early twice in the six months I'd had this job, both times because the morning sickness was kicking my ass.

I couldn't afford to get fired. I fuckin' needed that job.

I ate my lunch and went back to work, but I started keeping a closer eye on the cramps I was having. I knew I should've been timing them, but the last three hours of my shift had to handle the after-school rush of kids wanting ice cream. So, I couldn't really keep track.

I grinned at the elementary school kids and their parents as they came in. Some of the kids were little shits, but the majority of them were sweethearts -- especially the kids that came in often. They were always so excited to see the colorful ice cream flavors lined up behind the glass, and some even jumped for joy when I handed them their cones. I felt the baby kick me while I worked, and I absently rubbed the place on my belly where his little heel was causing a bruise.

"Is this your first?" the woman on the other side of the counter asked me, as I poured sprinkles over her daughter's strawberry swirl.

"Oh....yeah, he is," I said with the most winning smile I could muster.

"How sweet!" the mother beamed as we moved to the register. "When are you due, sweetie?"

Shit, when was I due? Was this too early? I couldn't remember the date the doctor gave me all those months ago. I hadn't had insurance for months.

"Soon," I said with a grin. "Real soon."

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I had my first real contraction while on my walk home. I was stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, when a deep ache started in my back. I grunted and stretched, but the tightness didn't ease until I made it across the street.

The second one happened a half-hour later when I was climbing the stairs to my room at the women's shelter. I paused and rubbed the side of my belly, the discomfort catching me off-guard. It felt like a period cramp, but really, really strong. The kind of period cramp that would give you a day off from homeschool, so your mom could wrap you in a blanket that had been washed in lavender water and make you herbal tea.

I made a pit-stop in the community kitchen to steep some of the leftover tea in the drawer. It wasn't the same kind Mom made, but it was close enough.

I spent the rest of the day alone in my room, packing some last-minute items into my duffel bag. I'd accepted by then that I was in labor, and I started working on timing my contractions. I would pace between my bed and the wall when the pain would start in my back, stepping in time with my internal counting: "One...two...three...four...five..." until the contraction ended.

I remembered reading about the five-one-one rule in a pregnancy book I borrowed from the library, so I knew it was probably going to be a while before I reached that point. I was only counting to twenty on each contraction, and the goal was sixty. At least I had time.

I used the landline to call UDF and tell the manager on duty that I'd gone into labor and wasn't going to be available to work for the next week. He did not sound happy about it, but it wasn't like he didn't know I was pregnant. Baby's gotta come out sometime.

So, good. At least I didn't need to worry about work. A jolt of anxiety shot through me when I realized I'd just lost a week's worth of pay. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, moving my hands to hold up my belly. That wasn't important right now. I could deal with that later.

For now, I just had to focus on myself and the baby.

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When the sun set, I decided to try and get some sleep. I would need my energy later.

What sleep I did get wasn't good. I kept waking up with the feeling I was falling, only to realize I was still in bed. I would lie there awake until a contraction inevitably started, and I would hold my belly and try to steady my breath. They were getting pretty bad by then, every muscle in my torso squeezing inward -- even my shoulder blades were being pulled down my back. I would lie there on my side, huff a few breaths until the pain faded, and then try to fall back asleep.

Rinse and repeat. For hours, and hours, and hours.

Once, only once, I was able to fall asleep enough to dream; but even that didn't help. A contraction in my sleep turned my dream into memories. The pain started in my lower back, and Alexander was subtly crushing my hip in his hand when I said something wrong in front of our friends. The cramping spread to my belly, and Alexander was slamming his fist into my gut while his other hand pinned me by the neck to the mattress. I heard the ghost of his voice in my head, even after I woke up with a pained gasp:

"If 'ya won't get rid of it, I will! I ain't raisin' a kid!"

I laid awake for another two hours, blaming myself for everything. I should've left Alex years ago, before he ever had the chance to get me pregnant. Hell, I never should've dated him in the first place; but I still remembered why I did.

Alex was my first taste of freedom. I was homeschooled until the ninth grade, on a commune where the philosophy was "love is free". My parents were honest with us kids that they didn't just sleep with one another, and that some of my younger siblings were likely not my dad's. It was the same story with most other families on the commune, and that was the only lifestyle I'd ever known.

When I entered the general public for the first time, Alex was the first to tell me I was the only one his love was for. One love, for one lifetime and beyond. That was a concept I'd never thought was possible. I'd been taught that a human is too sexual of a creature to stay with one partner forever; but there Alexander was, telling me I was his one and only. Forever. He told me he wanted to be my one and only. Forever.

So, I stayed.

Even when the playful insults stopped being playful, I stayed.

Even when his occasional annoyance turned into constant anger at me, I stayed.

Even when the pinches and nudges turned into punches and shoves, I stayed.

Even when the apologies stopped meaning anything, I stayed.

I only left when I had someone I needed to protect.

My life changed a week after high school graduation, when I saw those two pink lines on the bathroom counter. There was a last glimmer of hope when I showed them to Alex, but he snuffed it out immediately.

I packed my bags with what I could carry, promised Alex that I was going over state lines to get an abortion, and took the first bus that was going in the opposite direction.

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And now here I was, having my last moments alone with the baby. I cradled my bump as it sat in my lap, slowly tracing the outline of the baby I could feel with my hands.

"I'm really gonna miss you," I said to my belly, feeling his legs wiggle around at my touch. "I don't feel so lonely when I get to talk to you."

It was seven in the morning, and the contractions were really starting to pick up after about seventeen hours of labor. I sat on the edge of my bed, dressed in leggings and a maternity t-shirt from Goodwill. My duffel bag sat next to me, full of what I would need: a change of clothes, a bunch of menstrual pads, a few bottles of water, and a toothbrush with toothpaste. Everything I would need for my hospital stay.

I leaned back on the bed with a groan, feeling a contraction wrap around my torso. "Alright, kiddo," I huffed, breathing through the pain. "I hear 'ya. Let's go."

The contractions were a regular five minutes apart now, but weren't lasting a full sixty seconds. I figured now would be a good time to leave for the hospital, before things got too serious.

I spent the next hour hailing a cab, standing on the street corner with my bag hung over my shoulder. I rocked back and forth when I felt a contraction, breathing through my nose. I was starting to feel a distinct pressure in my pelvis. It kind of felt like I had to pee really bad, but not exactly. I could tell it was a different kind of pressure, something that was trying to come out of a place nothing had ever come out before.

The cab took me to the hospital and I had just enough cash to cover it. I stood in front of the hospital doors and took a deep breath to steady my nerves. The realness of the situation was sinking in, and I was scared.

"Okay, baby," I whispered, giving my underbelly a rub. "You ready to meet your parents? They're waiting on 'ya."

The baby nudged my ribs again, and I took that as my cue to enter the lobby.

The baby. Not my baby. He wasn't mine. Well, he wouldn't be soon.

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David and Kira were amazing people. There was a reason I had chosen them, out of all the couples that approached me, to be the parents of the baby. They had adopted twice before, and they even invited me to their house to sign the legal papers. Their older children seemed very happy and healthy. The house was clean and big enough for one more addition, in a nice neighborhood. They were even paying for my hospital stay. They were perfect for him.

Certainly better for him than a homeless nineteen-year-old without a future.

Despite how wonderful they were, I did not want them in the delivery room with me. I just wanted to be as unseen as possible. The nurses took pity on me, a teenaged girl laboring all alone with a baby she wasn't going to keep. I must have been a truly pathetic sight, especially as active labor wore on for several more hours.

I remember hanging from the sink in the bathroom, screaming for the first time as the first full-blown contraction hit me. My body shrank in on itself, my arms and legs aching from the force of it. I remember feeling the weight of the head sit heavy on my cervix as the nurse rushed in to check me right there on the bathroom floor. I was only at five centimeters. Halfway there.

I was made aware that David and Kira had arrived at the hospital and were waiting in a separate room somewhere else in the maternity ward. I told the nurses to send them updates as often as they wanted...just, please, don't let them in the room.

I was offered an epidural more than once, but I refused it. I almost changed my mind several times, especially when I reached seven centimeters and the pressure was starting to make my ears ring. But I was afraid it would slow down my progress, and I just wanted this over with. I just wanted him out.

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I started screaming for pain relief the second my water broke, and the baby's head started sinking through my cervix. A quick check showed I was in transition, and an epidural was no longer safe for them to give me.

My eyes stung as sweat dripped into them, my pulse hammering as my body prepared for the imminent birth. I felt like a gun ready to fire, and the pressure of the bullet inside my birth canal was maddening. It burned, it ached, it throbbed. It was the worst pain I'd felt in my life.

I remember sobbing as a nurse placed a cold compress over my forehead. The nurse had bright orange nails, I remember that too. I don't remember her face, or her name, but I wish I did. All I remember of her were those bright orange acrylic nails as her hand wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"You're almost done, Fawn," I heard her say. Her voice was fluffy and sweet, like cotton candy. "We've all been so proud of you!"

I remember what I said then, because I kept saying it for several minutes. I screamed it, tears streaming down my cheery-red face:

"I want my mom! I want my mom! I want my mom!"

I don't know how long it took me to run out of breath, but the next thing I remember is that same nurse stroking my sticky hair. I could smell the scent of her skin, and it made me feel warm.

"I know, honey," I heard her whisper. "I know you want your mama, but we're here for you. Hear me? You got all of us right here."

I don't remember if I said anything else after that, because right around then is when I felt the need to push hit me like a satellite. I might have used some very unbecoming language, but I don't remember.

The next thing I knew, I had my feet up in the stirrups and I was clinging for dear life to a towel they'd tied to the bed's squat bar. It was uncomfortable as hell and when I pushed, I felt like I was barely making any progress. But I couldn't move, and I had no other choice but to push up against gravity.

I'd been in labor for twenty-six hours, and I had officially lost the energy to scream. Every last ounce of willpower I had was being forced down between my legs. I could hear that same orange-nailed nurse saying something to me, but I have no idea what it was.

I felt the head starting to slip out when I pushed, but as soon as I relaxed it would slide right back inside. I didn't need to see what was happening I could fucking feel it.

The doctor's gloved hands helped to stretch me around the baby's head, but I just wished she'd stop -- it hurt bad enough without being pulled apart like a grilled cheese sandwich. My legs shook as hellfire ignited between my legs, but whatever noises I tried to make came out as muted grunts. All I could do was push. I knew if I just closed my eyes and pushed, it would eventually be over.

I felt the nose sliding past my skin, and I peered through one open eye in time to see a spurt of fluid as the head slipped out with a wet pop.

"There he is!" the orange-nailed nurse said. "He's on his way, Fawn!"

I tried to see over my belly, but I couldn't move my hips out of the position the stirrups held me in. I could feel the weight of his body siting right behind my lips, stretching me horrendously from the inside.

"Big push, Fawn," the doctor said as another contraction wound up. "Let's get him out."

But I didn't want him out anymore. I didn't want to let him go. Once it was over, it would be...over.

I wanted more time. I wanted to talk to him, safe in my belly, when I felt homesick. I wanted to feel him move and kick, and remember I wasn't alone in this shitty situation. I didn't want to let him go yet. I just wanted more time!

It was too late for more time. He wanted out and he wanted out right that second!

I pulled as hard as I could on the coiled towel and pushed until I felt dizzy. The doctor tugged gently under his shoulders, and I felt his body gush from me in a last rush of fluid.

The relief I felt was euphoric, better than any drug that might be out there. All the pressure, all the pain, it vanished as soon as he was out. My limbs turned into putty and I collapsed back against the bed, a black halo surrounding my vision.

Then I heard him cry. A loud, mewling wail that showed he was healthy. I turned my head and saw the doctor handing a nurse a blanket, inside of which a purple arm and a blue foot flailed around.

"Ohh, Fawn," I heard the nurse whisper. "He's beautiful."

My head was spinning, and I'm pretty sure I dipped into unconsciousness for a few seconds. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a small pink body laying naked on a table under a light, a measuring tape wrapped around the crown of his bald head. I could feel someone applying pressure to my perineum, and a quick glance by my legs showed the doctor was working on something down there. I probably tore, but it didn't hurt yet.

I turned my eyes back towards the baby, but they'd already wrapped him in a blanket and was fitting a tiny blue hat over his head. How adorable. A nurse picked up the baby-ritto and carried him to the door.

By the time I realized they were taking him away, the door was closing behind them. I blinked at the door, silent and pale as snow.

That was it, then. He was gone.

I let my head loll back onto the thin pillow, staring blankly at the ceiling as the doctor fixed me up. I didn't move from that position as they wheeled me to a recovery room, far away from the maternity ward. They at least took me away from the sounds of crying babies and happy new families.

I may have cried at this point, but I don't remember.

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I spent two days recovering in the hospital, bleeding like a stuck pig and hardly able to move because of the stitches between my legs. I had no visitors, save for the nurses who came in to check on me and bring me meals. My breasts leaked colostrum onto my hospital gown, food for a baby that wasn't there.

I was eight pounds, six ounces lighter when I stepped out of that hospital. It felt like I was missing more than that, though.

I took a cab back to the women's shelter and suffered the climb back up to my room. I lowered myself onto my bed with an agonized moan, quickly laying on my side because it hurt too much to sit.

My belly still rolled outward like a hill, but there was no movement there anymore. I attentively stroked it, feeling its new texture. It was soft and empty, no longer full and firm.

I was alone now. I was all alone.

At least I knew the baby was in a better place than I was.

My baby was in good hands.

~ End~

[staceymcgillicuddy]

#12. "Just do it."

Thank you for letting me indulge yet another one of my "fifty different ways they could have met that didn't involve anyone dying" daydreams. Mwah!

“Just do it,” Eddie says to his reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror. “Today. Today’s the fucking day, yeah? Just do it.” 

How can he do it, though, with a zit on his nose? Eddie doesn’t spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about his face or anything, but like… that dude’s a whopper. Red with a white center, and he should probably squeeze it, but if he does that, it might bleed, and he can’t decide if it’s better or worse to ask Chrissy Cunningham out with a zit or the bloody scab of where a zit used to be. 

Probably he should just pop it at home and wait until tomorrow. That’s the solid course of action. Besides, he has Hellfire after school, and if he asks her out today, he’ll be distracted, and the sheepies deserve his full and undivided attention.

Plus—plus!—he and Chrissy have been partnered up for a month on this stupid English project, and it’s due on Friday and today’s Wednesday, so if he asks her out and she says no, that’ll throw off the whole vibe of their presentation. Which, if he says so himself, is a pretty badass show. Funny what happens when you actually make an effort in school, even if it’s just to impress the pretty blonde who initially didn’t seem thrilled to be partnered with you but now laughs every time you make a dumb joke.

It’s a lot easier for Eddie to concentrate on a task when he knows Chrissy’s gonna smile and say something like, “Eddie, that’s so good!” or “I never would have thought of that!” when he’s done. 

“Friday,” he says to his reflection just as the door to the bathroom opens and some bespectacled freshman stumbles in, sees Eddie, and beats a hasty retreat. 

Yeah, that feels about right.

It’s his free period, and he was originally gonna meet Chrissy in the library to work on their poster, but she put a note in his locker this morning saying it was a lovely day and could they please work in the quad instead? 

She’s got the girliest handwriting, and he definitely sniffed the paper to see if it smelled like her perfume. 

(One time, she left her scrunchie on the table, and Eddie stole it while she was in the bathroom. It’s uh… seen some things. He’s a dick. But, whatever. She has eighty of them.) 

When he arrives, Chrissy’s already sitting at one of the four painted-green picnic tables that decorate the quad. Her hair’s in a ponytail, which he pulls to announce his arrival because he’s five and she’s cute, and he wants to shove her down a slide on the playground to tell her he likes her, or whatever.

Jesus Christ, life would be easier if she hadn’t dumped Jason Carver two weeks ago, thus opening herself up as an actual option rather than a fantasy. And, sure, Eddie gets that he’s not even remotely close to her league, but whatever. Even a first date would be more than he deserves.

Chrissy twists at the tug on her hair, and her mouth’s painted with his favorite shade of peachy-pink, lips twisting into a smile. “Hi, Eddie.” 

“Hey, sunshine. I finished those drawings.” 

“Oh, let me see!”

Their presentation is on A Tale of Two Cities, which Eddie actually read (because he really is determined to fucking graduate this time), and also sort of dug because there was a lot of war and intrigue. It’s not Asimov, but he can see the appeal. For the presentation, he and Chrissy are doing a poster depicting the major plot points, and when she found out he wasn’t the world’s worst artist, she asked him to draw and…

Yeah, he’s been making an effort. Not just because he wants to get in her pants, either, but because he likes her as, you know. A person. She’s kind of weird, and he likes how her brain works.

Sitting across from her, he tugs out some loose printer paper from the ream Wayne stole from the plant a year ago. Management would be furious, Eddie’s sure.

Fuck management. Every time he rips the edging off a fresh piece of paper, it makes him smile.

“Oh, wow, Eddie,” Chrissy says when she sees the final piece, which is Carton approaching the platform with the guillotine. “This is amazing.” 

“Ah, thanks,” he says. “It’s no big deal.”

“No, it’s perfect. And I lettered the quote.” That had been Chrissy’s job—picking out the appropriate sentences and hand-lettering them on paper she soaked in tea to make it look old. “Once we have them pasted on, we’re done.” 

“So… cool, yeah. Done.” 

Chrissy carefully places his final drawings in her folder and shrugs. “We don’t have to meet tomorrow, I guess.” 

Shit. Eddie leans forward, fingers digging into the edge of the table. “Uh. Oh. I guess not?” 

“Maybe just Friday, before we present?” 

“Totally.” 

“Cool. We'll kick butt, and then hang out Friday night.”

Eddie's brain stutters to a halt. "We're hanging out Friday night?"  

"Yes. You're taking me out to the movies."

[woundedheartwithin]

so since today is my day off and i didn't (key word here) have anything pressing until this afternoon, i was planning on taking the poodle puppy to the vet to get his annual shots. he's due and he's the only dog that actually goes anywhere where there are strange dogs because he needs to be groomed, so this is for the health and safety of all five dogs and the cat. my mom comes home from the hospital tomorrow, and i'm not sure when i'll be able to leave her alone to take him in, so today was perfect. except that some guy has to deliver oxygen today.

rant under the cut

now i need y'all to understand that my mother has NEVER needed oxygen. she didn't need it until last week when her allergies were so bad she woke up choking on mucus, and her oxygen levels dropped and scared the nurses so they put her on oxygen, and now they can't seem to be able to wean her off of it. mind you, apparently "weaning" to these people is taking her off of it entirely and then making her stand for like ten minutes. she's been in inpatient physical therapy for a week and a half because the fucking hospital didn't get her out of bed for two fucking weeks after her emergency surgery and now she can't fucking walk, and standing for long periods of time was already difficult for her because of her back before the hospital, so they might as well have had her running down the fucking hall. yeah okay that's fucking genius, she's been on oxygen for like four days nonstop and y'all decide that "weaning" means taking it off entirely and making her do something strenuous for her. awesome. y'all are fucking stupid as shit, but okay. so naturally, she couldn't breathe when they took her off it so the doctor decided she needs oxygen. cool.

so back to homie bringing the fucking oxygen today. me and my dad have to go pick up a rental car for tomorrow because, again, these people fucking broke my mom and now she can't get into the truck. we have to pick it up at five. "oh don't worry i'll be there in the morning!" my dear friends, it is 1:30 pm and he still isn't fucking here. i have been sitting here doing FUCK ALL since 9:30, WHEN I WAS PLANNING ON TAKING THE DOG TO THE VET THAT IS AN HOUR AWAY FROM MY HOUSE, waiting for Jimothy The Medical Supply Guy(tm) to bring oxygen my mother NEVER FUCKING NEEDED BEFORE THIS FUCKING ORDEAL. i have done NOTHING but stress out on my fucking day off from work because nobody on earth gives a single flying fuck about anybody but themselves. "oh we're here to make the lives of the family easier and more convenient!" my lily white fucking ass. if y'all hear a news story about a hospital in north texas [redacted] in the next week then expect a fucking hiatus i fucking guess (for legal reasons this is a joke...)

[janice-christ]

Some Answers To Your Questions (Transcribed by Janice's Daughter Naomi)

May 7, 2024

Hi all,

This is Janice's daughter Naomi again. We've been getting a lot of questions from some curious new followers and thought we'd just compile them all here in one post. Mom tends to veer off topic when she gets going so I'm here to transcribe the important bits and leave out the rest.

Q&A

Q: Can you tell us more about your alien abduction?

A: 1997 - October 14th. Matthew Mark Luke John and I were in a brief period of separation and I was home alone with Naomi. I'd just put her to bed around 7 o'clock and walked outside to have a cigarette (Camel blues - and while we're on the subject, why don't they allow smoking indoors anymore? We used to be able to light up an honest to god Pall Mall in the middle of Catholic Mass back in the 70s) [note from Naomi: this rant went on for 13 solid minutes before I got her back on track]. Anyway, I walked out to stand on the front porch and I passed out. Next thing I know, I'm getting strapped up and suspended from the ceiling, high in the air with my belly down and gooch out. I couldn't see anything but the floor at least 10 feet beneath me. There were probably nine or ten little guys looking up at me from below like town perverts waiting for an upskirt shot. Ugly little fuckers. You could see through their skin to their organs. I'm pretty sure the one who strapped me up was the leader because he had a hat. Then suddenly the lights went dark and I screamed - and that's when I heard three other screams. Definitely human. I have no idea who they were or where they are now and it tortures me twenty four hours out the goddamned day. Then I felt a big ol' gust of pressure and I was transported to some sort of void. Black all around me. A few seconds later the Hat Guy wheeled a TV in front of me and turned it on. For the next 3 hours and 15 minutes, the screen played James Cameron's "Titanic", which I found very odd as the movie wasn't due to release on Earth until December. As soon as the credits rolled I woke up in my bed as if nothing happened. I almost thought it was a dream until I dug into my morning bowl of cottage cheese and tasted sulfur as if my entire mouth was painted with the stuff. Now anything I orally consume tastes like that. I have to get my nutrients through a DIY feeding tube I engineered in '98. Patent still pending but I hold on to hope.

Q: You don't seem too worried about your missing husband, but your daughter Naomi does. Why?

A: I don't know - you'll have to ask Naomi why she cares so goddamned much [note from Naomi: he's my dad]

Q: Your bit isn't funny

A: Is this some type of internet explorer slang?

Q: Why do you hate your 4 year old grandson so much? Do you hate kids?

A: I love children! Zachary is not a child. He is a government drone. [note from Naomi: We're working on this relationship]

Q: If you could find the other victims from the night of your abduction, what would you ask them?

A: Oh, too many questions to name! But to start I'd ask if they also watched Titanic or if they got a different film like Boogie Nights or Good Will Hunting.

Q: You say you're single and looking - what kind of partner are you looking for?

A: Anyone who can slap my ass and ride a hog, honey (MUST be willing to assist in twice-daily tadpole experiments)

[note from Naomi: please do not indulge her in this, I am begging you]

---

That's all for now, folks.

Once again, my father is still missing. Last seen wearing a tweed suit in Atlanta, Georgia six months ago, black toupee, 5'3", ~230lbs, walks with a slight limp, favoring his left side. His full name is Matthew Mark Luke John Christ.

Please, PLEASE reach out if you have any information whatsoever on his whereabouts. As Mom said before, there are no known photographs of him as he is staunchly against photography as a concept and industry. If it helps, he looks a little bit like John Goodman if John Goodman was 5'3" with a black toupee and a limp.

Maybe we'll do another one of these if we get some more questions in bulk - Zachary and I are moving in with Mom to help her out until Dad comes back so things are a little chaotic here as you can imagine. Until then, please spread the word about my father if you can.

-Naomi

AND janice xx

[mikaela-granger]

The Long Wait (Season 4) Chapter 16

Iron Hans

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: There are surprises all around.

Includes moments from the Season 4 episodes Iron Hans.

***Lorelei’s POV***

In the days following leading up to her appointment with Dr Brody, Lorelei found her morning sickness was really starting to settle in. she certainly felt like it was worse than when she was pregnant with Olivia. As were the other symptoms, the breast tenderness, the fatigue, the need to pee, the heartburn, indigestion, and bloating. She supposed every pregnancy was different, and her second was a prime example of that. On the day of her appointment, she left Olivia with Angela and headed to the hospital.

“Lorelei, its good to see you again. How are you feeling?” Dr Brody asked as she stepped into the office.

“Well, the start of this pregnancy is certainly different than the other. I swear my symptoms are more…intense than last time.”

Dr Brody nodded. “Every pregnancy is different.” She agreed. “And I can confirm, that based on the blood test you are in fact pregnant. But I am sure you knew that.”

“Oh yeah.”

The appointment progressed, with Dr Brody continuing to ask questions, including when Lorelei’s last period was. Dr Brody then did an ultrasound to better determine how far along she was. “Hmm.” Dr Brody said, as she was looking at the screen.

“What?” Lorelei asked, looking at the doctor in concern.

Dr Brody glanced at her a smile on her face before she turned back to the screen. “Do you see this here? That’s your baby. And do you see this here.” She pointed to another spot on the screen. “That is another baby.”

Lorelei’s eyebrows shot up. “Two babies? Twins? Are you sure?”

Dr Brody nodded. “I am. And I believe they are identical as they seem to share a placenta. As they grow, I’ll be able to get a better idea. They do have different amniotic sacs though, which is good.”

“Is sharing the same placenta not good?” Lorelei asked slowly, still staring at the little blobs on the screen.

Dr Brody looked back at her. “Twin pregnancies are considered higher risk, and considering the twins may be monochorionic/diamniotic, or mono/di, that can come with additional risks. Most pregnancies with mono/di twins are uncomplicated, however considering your history, we need to keep a very close eye on you and the babies.”

Lorelei groaned, letting her head drop back on the pillow. “Oh man. Damn my stupid body.”

Dr Brody laughed, as she continued with the scan. She determined that Lorelei was around 7 weeks pregnant and put the estimated due date sometime in early January. However, as she was carrying twins, there was a higher chance of another premature birth. The appointment ended and Dr Brody sent Lorelei away with a lot of information, scripts for prenatal vitamins, a copy of the ultrasound picture, and another appointment scheduled for four weeks’ time.

Lorelei sat in her car, staring blankly ahead as the news sunk in. Three kids under two. Fuck.

“Shouldn’t she be in bed?” Sean asked as he arrived home that evening.

Lorelei was in their bedroom watching tv. Olivia was sprawled out beside her. Lorelei glanced at their daughter. “She just won’t go down. Every time I tried putting her in her crib she would fuss and cry. Apparently, she’s been the same for her naps, according to Angela. I think it might be that sleep regression I read about.”

Sean nodded before giving them a hello kiss. “How did your appointment go?”

“Yeah, good. Dr Brody confirmed the home pregnancy test. I’m about 7 weeks, due in early January.” She told him as he started to get changed for bed. Lorelei reached over to the bedside table to grab the ultrasound picture. “She did an ultrasound.” Lorelei informed him.

Sean came to sit down beside her, taking the picture from her. His expression softening and a smile lit up his face as he looked at the picture. “That’s our baby.”

Lorelei bit her lip and leaned forward, pointing to one of the blobs in the picture. “Yep. That’s our baby.” She confirmed before pointing to the other blob. “And that’s our baby as well.”

Sean quickly looked up at her, his eyes wide. “Two babies?”

Lorelei nodded. “Yep. We are expecting twins.”

Sean appeared speechless, glancing between Lorelei’s face, belly, and the picture in his hand. “Wow.” He got out.

Lorelei couldn’t help but laugh a little at his reaction. “Yeah. Dr Brody believes they are monochorionic/diamniotic or mono/di for short, meaning they have separate amniotic sacs but share the placenta. She’ll have a better idea at my next scan though.”

“Does the mean they are identical or…is it fraternal?”

“They would be considered identical.”

Sean nodded slowly, returning his gaze to Lorelei. “Did Dr Brody have anything to say about you conceiving so soon after Olivia? How is your health?”

“Dr Brody seems pretty happy with my health at the moment. Although she did note that considering my history, and the fact I am pregnant with twins sharing the same placenta, they will be keeping a close eye on me.” Lorelei admitted before sighing.

Sean pulled her into his. “What is it?”

“I’ve just been thinking. It’s been a struggle trying to do school and work with one baby. We’re going to have three soon. I might need to rethink my job, because I am not stopping my Masters until I finish it. And I am so close. After the summer semester, I’ll be in my fourth year and almost finished.”

“You’re going to leave your job?”

Lorelei nodded. “It’s for the best. And I think I should do it soon.”

“I’m sorry, I know how much you love your job.”

Lorelei laughed. “You have nothing to apologise for. It takes two to tango. Besides, I was planning on taking a break for work after finishing college. We were planning on having another then anyway. I’m just, moving the plans forward.”

A couple of days later, Lorelei had managed to finish her final assignments for the year and rewarded herself with a trip to the spice shop to check in on Monroe and Rosalee. Not long after she had arrived, so did Nick and Hank, with an update on Juliette.

“If Juliette is going to bars and then beating people up and going to jail…” Monroe trailed off.

Rosalee looked at Nick. “Are you gonna leave her there?”

Nick paused in his pacing. “If I get her out, she could kill somebody.” He answered.

“Did she say anything along the lines of, like, an apology. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to beat up folks I’d never met before”?” Monroe asked as Nick resumed his pacing.

“No. She said she’s having fun.”

Lorelei sighed. This was not good. It seemed as if Juliette was getting worse. She was relishing her criminal acts. What would she do next? From the looks on the others faces, they had similar thoughts, with Rosalee voicing it. “Nick, this is not looking good.”

“You guys haven’t found anything that can stop this?” Hank asked Monroe and Rosalee.

“This is a unique, like, once in a lifetime, doesn’t ever seem to have happened before, kind of event...conundrum.” Monroe replied.

“We haven’t found anything that works, and we’ve looked through everything.” Rosalee explained.

“We’re not giving up. It’s just…I mean, we have no idea where to go from here.” Monroe admitted to Nick.

Rosalee looked at Nick. “Except Adalind.” Nick stared at her. “She might be the only one who knows something about this.”

Nick shook his head. “No. If I see her again –.”

“I really doubt she’d do anything to help Juliette anyway.” Rosalee noted, before looking around at the others. “Juliette is paying the price for us taking Adalind’s child.”

That certainly seemed to be the case. Lorelei sighed. “Be that as it may, I get the impression that Adalind has a strong sense of self-preservation. Undoing Adalind’s spell is the reason Juliette became a hexenbiest. She blames her just as much. She wants Adalind dead. Maybe we can play on that, to get Adalind to help us.”

Nick shook his head. “No. I don’t want Adalind involved in this. If I see her again, I will kill her myself.”

“Oh, I think she’s finally asleep.” Lorelei told Sean. It was later that evening, or closer to the early hours of the next day. The couple were ready for bed; however, Olivia was being difficult. It had been a fight to get her down around her normal bedtime; she had woken up a couple of hours later and she had finally fallen back to sleep. “I’m gonna go see if I can get her in her crib.”

“Alright.” Sean said as he finished buttoning up his pyjama shirt.

Lorelei left their room and headed to Olivia’s room. She started to gently lower her daughter into her crib. Please don’t wake up. Lorelei silently prayed. She managed to lay Olivia down and covered her with the blanket when Olivia started stirring again. “Shhh, you’re ok.” Lorelei cooed quietly, patting her gently on the back. “You’re ok. Shhh.”

It took another five minutes before Lorelei felt confident Olivia would stay down, at least for a couple of hours. Hopefully. Lorelei returned to the bedroom, only to find it empty. “Sean?” She called out softly. No answer. Lorelei checked the bathroom and walk in robe. Nothing. The spare bedrooms, guest bathroom, downstairs. He wasn’t anywhere in the house, and his car and belongings were still there. Where the hell was he? There didn’t appear to be any sign of a struggle. Lorelei spent the next couple of hours pacing around, trying to decide if she should call 911 or if she should pack Olivia up in the car and go out looking for Sean.

Just as Lorelei decided to go out and look for Sean, the doorbell rang. After checking the security camera at the door, Lorelei rushed to it, opening it quickly. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick.”

Sean stepped inside and Lorelei closed the door behind him, taking in his appearance. He was still dressed in his pyjamas, barefoot, and wet. “I don’t know what happened.” He told her, as Lorelei escorted him upstairs. “One minute I was in our bedroom, the next I wasn’t. I don’t remember anything.”

This really wasn’t good. Now he was blacking out. “Was there any chest pain or bleeding?”

Sean nodded as they arrived in their bedroom. “I did experience chest pain, but there didn’t seem to be any bleeding. The pain was intense, it almost knocked me over.” Sean explained, as he allowed Lorelei to help him remove his wet clothes before steering him into the bathroom. “I reached for a glass of water, then I found myself in a park close to the city, my hands in a fountain.”

Lorelei turned on the shower. “I came back from putting Olivia to bed and you were gone. I looked all over the house. I didn’t know what to do. I was just about to get Olivia and drive around looking for you.” She gently pushed him under the spray of the shower. “This is getting worse, have you had any blackouts before?”

Sean shook his head, as he quickly cleaned himself off. “No.”

Lorelei sighed. “You need to talk to someone. Henrietta?”

“I’ll try my mother one more time, and if I can’t reach her. I will go and see Henrietta.”

***Sean’s POV***

Sean couldn’t remember what had occurred the night before, during his blackout, however he didn’t believe it was anything good. On the way to work, he tried contacting his mother once again without any luck. If he didn’t hear back from her within 48 hours, then he would approach Henrietta, as a last resort. Upon arriving at the precinct, he asked Franco to get him a copy of the previous evening’s crime report. Sean stood at the window, looking outside at the miserable weather.

“Captain, Captain.”

Sean turned around to face Franco. “Yeah”

“Got last night’s crime report you asked for.” Franco advised him. “Busy night. GTAs, domestic, D and Ds, urinating in public…”

“Any assaults?” Sean asked, interrupting him.

“Yeah. Plenty of those.”

“Aggravated?”

Franco looked down at the report. “Ah, there were… two in ours and one in the Southeast.” He replied, handing the report over to Sean. “Something specific you’re looking for?”

“I might have seen something.” Sean told him, looking over the details on the report. One jumped out at him. “Yeah, I was near this one.” Sean said, showing Franco. “Check with the victim, see if there’s any suspect description.”

“Yeah, will do.” Franco said, taking the report back and heading out of the office.

Sean felt a pit in his stomach. Just because he was in the area, doesn’t mean he did it. But he just had a feeling that whatever had occurred last night, while blacked out, had not been good.

Franco returned a short while later. “Got the details on that assault.” Sean looked up at him. “Victim’s name was James Waddell. He was attacked at 2:45am right next to the Skidmore Fountain…” That was where Sean had found himself last night or early this morning. “…on his way home from a late shift at Olympia Provisions. No witnesses, he was semiconscious at the scene but couldn’t provide a description of his attacker.” Franco concluded, handing the report to Sean. “He’s at St Joe’s. You want me to check on him?”

“No. Thanks. That’s all.” Sean said, dismissing him. Franco left and Sean looked down at the report, straining his memory, trying to remember what had happened. Had he done this? If so, why? What was happening to him?

A couple of hours later, Sean received an unexpected visitor to his office. Someone he was surprised had the guts to walk into the precinct, considering who worked here. She closed the door behind her and looked at him. “I have to talk to Nick.” Adalind told him.

Sean looked back down at the report he was looking at. “In my humble opinion, you should get the hell out of here before Nick sees you.” Sean told her.

Adalind sighed, clutching the strap of her purse as she stepped closer to Sean’s desk. “I have something to tell him.”

Sean smirked. “And what makes you think Nick is anything that you might have to say…” Sean trailed off as Adalind opened her jacket, revealing her swollen stomach. “That is not mine.”

Adalind rolled her eyes as she closed her jacket. “Of course it’s not yours.” She said, dropping her purse onto one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Don’t you think I know who I’ve slept with?”

Sean sat back in chest. “Yeah, well, who haven’t you slept with?”

“Your wife.” Adalind snarked back and Sean glared at her. “Look, I know who the father is. It happened when he thought he was sleeping with Juliette.”

Sean stared at her. No way. There could be no way. “What?”

“The child is Nick’s.” Adalind told him. “I haven’t been with anybody else. So, where the hell is he?”

Things had well and truly gotten more complicated.

Sean headed to the interview room and asked Nick to join him in his office. The detective followed him, clearly curious about what Sean wanted. He asked about Lorelei and Olivia, but Sean assured him they were fine. He and Lorelei were holding off telling anyone else about the twins until Lorelei reached twelve weeks. Nick did not look happy when he saw Adalind standing in Sean’s office. “What the hell is she doing here?” Nick asked him.

“Ask her.”

“I’m not asking her anything.” Nick said angrily. “I’m done with her. She ruined Juliette’s life.”

“I didn’t know that would happen. Wait, Nick.” Adalind said, as Nick went to leave.

“What?” Nick said, pausing at the door, as he turned to face Adalind who had stepped forward and pulled her jacket open showing off her pregnant belly. Nick scoffed and turned to look at Sean in disbelief. “Seriously, again.”

Sean shook his head. “That’s not mine.” He said quickly. The last thing he needed was for his brother-in-law to believe he had cheated on his sister again. Especially after Juliette’s attempt to bed him.

Nick looked back at Adalind, confused. “It’s yours.” Adalind told him.

“Are you crazy?” Nick asked her, a smile of disbelief on his face. “That’s impossible.”

“Impossible?” Adalind scoffed. “Don’t I wish.” She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. “Remember that wild afternoon with “Juliette” before Monroe and Rosalee’s wedding.” She reminded him. Nick was silent. “This is not something that I wanted either. But I’m pregnant Nick.”

Sean tried to break the awkward silence. “Look, I had no idea, believe me, and… Doesn’t look like she’s making it up, either.”

“I’ve already had one child taken from me. I’m not losing another.” She looked at Sean. “Even he wouldn’t protect his child last time.”

Sean sighed. “I did what I thought was best for Diana.”

Adalind scoffed. “Yeah, well, it’s a room full of heroes.” She looked back at Nick. “Well, now I need one. I need you, Nick.”

“What do you want from me?” Nick asked her.

“I need you to protect me from Juliette.” Adalind admitted. “Cause nobody else will.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“I’m not expecting you to do this for me. I was hoping you would do it for your child.” Adalind said, her hand coming to rest on her belly. “But, if not for that. Maybe you’ll do it for Juliette.”

Nick looked at her in disbelief. “For Juliette? Are you kidding me?”

“I know a way to help her.”

“I don’t believe anything you say.”

“Do you think I would risk coming here if I didn’t have anything?” Adalind asked. She sighed. “Look, I’m not making any promises, and you have to understand that there’s no way to cure her completely.”

“Well then, what’s point of this?”

“Because there is a way to suppress the hexenbiest in her.”

“But she’ll still be one, so what good’s the suppressing it do?”

“Well, a lot, if it works.” Adalind answered.

“If it works?” Nick scoffed as he looked over at Sean. “Yeah. I’ve heard that before. What kind of side effects this time?”

Adalind took a step closer. “This isn’t about changing her. This is so that she can live a normal…if that’s what you want…life.”

Sean finally spoke up. “We’ve been through the book that you used. There’s nothing about what you’re saying.” Sean said, moving to stand beside his desk, as Adalind moved to the front of it.

“It’s not in the book, specifically. My mother’s aunt told me about this when my mother was going through a very tough time.” Adalind told him. “She didn’t end up doing it. But there is a way. It’s not easy, and there is one ingredient that’s almost impossible to get.”

Sean crossed his arms. “What is it?”

“A dead hexenbiest.”

Nick looked at Adalind. “That shouldn’t be too hard to get.” He commented.

Adalind rolled her eyes. “Not me. It can’t be fresh. Besides, if anything happens to me, you’ll be stuck with Juliette the way she is forever. Now, if you’re good with that, then fine, but it just so happens that I know where a dead hexenbiest is buried. That would be, my mother.” Adalind was silent for moment, a brief look of pain crossing her face. “Your mother killed her. Remember. And you slept with her” Adalind said, looking at Sean.

“Right. Well, as long as we’re digging up the past, we may as well dig up your mother.” Sean commented. “What else do you need?”

“Rosalee’s help.” Adalind said, before looking back at Nick. “And I need you to convince her. Because I can’t do that alone.”

***Lorelei’s POV***

Despite morning sickness hitting her hard in the morning, Lorelei felt better in the afternoon and headed over to the spice shop to see if could help Rosalee in anyway. No doubt, her friend was probably pouring through that book trying to find something that could help Juliette. Lorelei was also hoping to get a look at it, to see if it could offer answers for what was happening to Sean. He had insisted there was nothing in the book, but maybe a fresh set of eyes might make a difference.

“Hey.” Lorelei said, pushing a sleeping Olivia and her stroller into the side room of the shop.

“Hey.” Rosalee replied, she was sitting at the table in the side room, surrounded by books, looking defeated.

Lorelei parked the stroller beside the bed near the window, put the brake on and came to stand beside her friend. “No luck.”

Rosalee shook her head. “No. I don’t know what else to do.” She said, as the bell over the front door rung out again. “Hey Nick.” Rosalee greeted Lorelei’s brother.

“Hey Rosalee, Lorelei.”

“Oh my god.” Rosalee said upon seeing he person entering behind him.

“What the hell?” Lorelei asked.

Nick glanced at Adalind before returning his gaze to the other two people. “That won’t be the last.” Nick commented.

“I thought you never want to…Oh my god.” Rosalee said and Lorelei’s jaw dropped as Adalind opened her jacket, revealing the baby bump. “Again?”

“Nice to see you too ladies.” Adalind said, closing her jacket.

“Who’s the sperm doner this time?” Rosalee asked her.

“It happened when she was Juliette.

“What!” Lorelei said, fighting the urge to walk over there and bitch slap the hell out of Adalind. “Bitch, you raped my brother and now he’s stuck to you for the rest of his life through a child.”

Adalind looked down, at least looking a little ashamed. Rosalee sat down. “I – I – I might explode.” She commented. “Does Juliette know?”

“Yes.” Nick said. Oh god. Fuck, this was going to make things so much worse. 

Rosalee looked at Adalind. “Well, you have a surprise coming.”

“She’s a hexenbiest. I know. Look, I’m well aware of your help in kidnapping Diana, so nobody’s perfect.” Adalind told Rosalee.

“I had nothing to do with it.” Lorelei deadpanned.

Adalind looked at her. “I know. You’re probably the only innocent party in all this. Well, you and Olivia.” She said, glancing at Olivia’s sleeping figure, her expression softening for a moment.

“Look, if Adalind knows how to help Juliette, then we have to help her do it. Well, at least I have to help her do it. Or you may just never want to see me again…”

“Nick…”

Adalind spotted the book Rosalee had opened in front of her. “That’s my mother’s book.” She said, walking closer to the table. “Do you have the hat?”

“Yes.” Rosalee said, standing up, looking at Adalind warily.

“All right then. All it needs is my mother.”

“I thought your mother was dead.” Rosalee commented, glancing between Nick and Adalind.

“Well, she couldn’t help if she was alive.” Adalind said, with a mix of feigned innocence and something else.

Nick looked at Lorelei and Rosalee. “Can you do this?”

Lorelei looked at Rosalee, who sighed, running her hands over her face. “If there is even the slightest chance it will help Juliette…Yes. Because I have nothing.” Rosalee admitted as Nick’s phone began to ring. He left not long after that, leaving the women to work together on the potion for Juliette.

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[deleahtarte]

Hey, I just wanna say I'm a HUGE ass fan of your South Park works. They're literal blessings oh my god thank you for your amazing existence. I really love how you portray the characters and all these little details and headcanons about them that aren't really addressed in the show in canon. They seem so natural and human, you know? If you don't mind me asking two things about your fanfics; I heard you mentioning once how Creek got you into the show, so how come you never really write about them or mention them in your other fics as often? Is it just that you lost interest and moved on? Also, I'm really interested in your Style fanfic "The Days After I Wished for You." I will give you my soul in exchange for the completion of the story, but of course I understand if you lost interest/inspiration in writing it or you're too busy. Sorry if I seem rude, but it would be very much appreciated. Anyways, sorry for the rant and hope you have a great day~♡

First of all, thank you for your kind words!! I’m glad my weird headcanons aren’t something you visibly flinch at because sometimes when I write them I wonder if it’s alright to share 😭😭 So this is a terrific thing for me to hear!!!

Ahh, Creek. What a wonderful question! Creek is like a first love. It’s great but the chances of it lasting are very slim (but you always think it’s going to be forever), and when it doesn’t last you end up always thinking about it and comparing. I haven’t moved on from Creek, I don’t think I ever will. I still like it as much as when I first discovered it. I read most if not all of the Creek fics available the first time I came across them.

But you know how when you like an authors work you click on their profile to see if there’s more? Well that’s when I discovered Style and Bunny. I’ve always loved the main four (five), but when I watched South Park originally I never thought too deep into their relationship until I started reading the fics and it just…clicked. It was like going down the rabbit hole. Creek was already canon but style and bunny wasn’t. So I rewatched every episode for each of their interaction and pretty much got tased with ideas and revelations, and I felt like an idiot for not seeing it sooner. It then came to my attention that Style and Bunny didn’t have as much fics as Creek, so I thought it was my duty as a writer to dish some in. Creek was doing good in of itself, let me go ahead and support Bunny and Style. And now wallah, now we’re here.

In reality, I actually have 2 completed One shots for Creek. And then another 2 chapters of a multi-fic. I want to post them, I have toyed with the idea and told you guys as much. I believe I have their character and dynamic down due to all the fics I read and how many times I’ve watched the show. But I don’t post them for one reason only—and that is because of time. I cater to two parts of the South Park fandom, clear as day, Bunny and Style—and if I add Creek into the mix you guys would probably be waiting like 5 months for just a crumb of your ship. (I’m a VERY picky writer) For example, I just posted something about Bunny so my next posting would be about Style. I have a schedule for things in the effort to keep my two ships happy.

Not only does making you guys wait a while for a chapter not ideal, but I also lose a lot of readers during said waiting period. I’ve seen loyal readers who used to leave me comments on every chapter and fic leave and I know I mostly lost them because we, naturally as humans, change all the time. So our interests changes as well. They like new stuff, South Park is no longer as important, which usually leads to them not wanting to read South Park fics anymore. It makes me sad no longer seeing the names I look forward to in the comments because we aren’t who we were XYZ months ago. But I know that’s what I risk by writing the way I do. I completely understand it, and I accept it.

As for ‘The Days After I Wished for You,’ I haven’t lost interest at all. If I haven’t updated a fic in a while, it’s not that I lost interest—I’ve never once lost interest in any of the fics I started—it’s more of I don’t know how to write the story I want to write. ‘The Days After I Wished for You’ goes into certain deep themes like addiction and depression, and I just don’t want to be ignorant about the topics and portray them like shit. And I’ve heard some people say “it’s just a fanfic it’s not that deep just write a chapter’ but…real life people are going to read this. And I feel like I have certain responsibilities as a writer to at least try to tread certain topics right because there are real people in the world who are going through the same thing and some might even be reading what you write. That’s different if you’re writing crack fics of course, but I’m not so I can’t go about half assing stuff. It’s just not what I want to do. Like when I wrote the style m-preg fic?? It’s literally an omega verse fic but it was still in draft for so long because I wanted to research actual pregnancy and portray it and it’s issues to the best of my abilities. Did I actually do that?? I have no clue! But I tell myself everyday that I tried my best and so far haven’t receive messages from people saying it’s flat out wrong so I’m satisfied with it for the time being. I’m a very picky writer and my writing process usually requires me to rewrite a scene 2-3 times, that’s just the norm. But ‘The Days After I Wished for You,’ is so complicated I have actually re-written a scene 6 times. So that’s just how it is 😅

So yes, ahem, very sorry for the long rant—it was just a wonderful question and one I couldve yapped about for like hours, the finality of it is that I still love Creek, I’m working on ‘The Days After I Wished for You,’ as we speak!! I hope you have a great rest of your day as well and please stay safe and hydrated!! 🤍🤍

[amberjazmyn]

how did y'all not notice?

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - how did y'all not notice?

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - fluff, pregnancy announcement, swear words

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - based on my two prompts: "oh my gosh, eww, you peed on that... wait, are you serious?" and "you fucking peed on that and you made me touch it!", the cast of walker, husband and wives find out that gianna and her real-life texas ranger husband ollie, are pregnant with their first child.

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - because i just finished re-catching up with season three of walker before starting season four, i thought i'd write this. and, also because i don't really write for "walker" but because it is mainly jared, he will be gianna's brother so that's why it's jared related if that makes sense. and so this means the rest of the walker cast are included and i'm now wondering if i should start a masterlist for walker one-shots or not so, lemme know if i should start writing for walker! flashbacks are in italics and present time is written in regular font.

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gianna couldn't believe her eyes. for maybe, almost close to a month into filming for walker, she hadn't been feeling too well, causing her to have to take certain days of filming off and other times to not even be on set because it would get so bad. it scared gianna some that she couldn't figure out why she was so dizzy, lethargic, tired and nauseous but it wasn't until she caught up with odette, not her niece odette but her castmate and her sister-in-law, genevieve, and her best friends during a break in the filming that everything seemed to make sense to the younger girl. 

"...gianna, you okay?" genevieve's voice first had suddenly come through gianna's ears again and she maintained eye contact with the older brunette and odette as well 

"hmm? yeah, i...i'm fine gen and odette, just....i...i am so sorry, i'd truly love to stay longer but, i just forgot about some errands i got to run for ollie! can we raincheck lunch for a later date?" gianna seemed in a hurry, rummaging through her purse for a twenty dollar note for the coffee and genevieve and odette didn't want to prolong her lateness, nodding their heads enthusiastically 

"oh, of...of course, babe, don't even apologise! we can totally take that raincheck for a later date! stay safe and, i hope you get better soon!" odette smiled sympathetically after the girls talked about gianna's symptoms and that was how genevieve found out she was pregnant with her three kids, thomas, shep and odette, which ultimately got gianna in a sprial without the woman fully realising it or intending it 

"thanks so much, gen and odette and, i'm always safe, you know that. especially considering who my husband is!" gianna chuckled, her angelic laugh making the two older girls giggle too as they joked about ollie, gianna's husband, who was a real life texas rangerand who gave real insight for their cw show walker 

"of course, i was just making sure!" genevieve and odette called out as the three ladies walked their separate ways to their cars, gianna shook her head as her smile never once faltered 

later on, that day after genevieve, odette and gianna had parted ways, the younger blonde walked herself into a pharmacy and bought herself a handful of clearblue pregnancy tests. after her conversation with genevieve and odette about how sick she had been feeling and how worried she was. it truthfully now made so much sense that she would be pregnant when she also suddenly realised that during this entire time she had been unwell, she hadn't gotten her period like she was supposed to during the second week of filming for walker. she just hoped to some degree that she was pregnant and that ollie would be just as excited. even though this was a topic that ollie and gianna would have almost daily due to constant questions about it in interviews and things in ollie's work, it still somewhere in the blacklights of her head worried her that maybe, right now, they shouldn't be trying to settle down so soon. 

however, the moment that all ten of the pregnancy tests, yes ten, showed their results, gianna was so relieved and almost fell to her knees. all ten pregnancy tests had come back positive so, there wasn't a single doubt that ollie and gianna hadn't conjured up a junior castellano - because they did and the ten pregnancy tests proved all the evidence needed to support that claim. now, all that gianna needed to do was to tell her husband and then later on down the line, tell the rest of the walker crew and their significant others. with a small pep in her step, gianna decided to buy some infant unisex cowboy boots that were similar to the ones ollie wore to work as well as a little cowboy hat and decided that she'd announce her pregnancy to ollie with a youtube video challenge idea that she had seen her influencer sister do years ago - reminding the girl of how her elder cousin georgia announced her pregnancy to her and her family, which was done in the same way.

ollie had very clearly noticed the new pep in his wife's step as he arrived back at the hotel after his day off with his ranger coworkers. smiling with confusion at the set-up of a film camera, the couch and a box with a piece of fabric that covered a small side opening and then an open opening on the other side, he didn't question it and just followed his wife to the couch. 

"can we film a quick youtube video, babe?" gianna asks her husband as they pull out of a hug and peck each other's lips as he nods his head - grateful he hadn't drunk his entire body weight as some of his ranger friends had regrettably (but hilariously) had done

"course we can, no wonder why i was smart and didn't get drunk! should i be worried though?" ollie sarcastically said with a wink as gianna giggled after the memory of the last youtube challenge the husband and wife filmed went through her head (yes, ollie was drunk in that last video, hence his comment about him being glad he wasn't drunk this time)

 "not at all, i don't think..." gianna trailed off as ollie smirked before taking the seat next to his wife, a small four-legged chair sat in front of them, the box laid on top 

"...okay, babe, the first two items are in the box, are you eyes closed?" gianna smiled as ollie giggled softly as he nodded his head 

"mhm," he vocalised, letting his wife know that his eyes were closed as she continued 

"ok, the fans who are watching the video can see what's in the box except you. so, just, stick your hand in and, feel around, pick it up, and see if you can figure out what it is, okay?" gianna explains as ollie laughs at the slight innuendo before nodding his head 

"o...kay...." ollie trailed off as he placed his hand into the opened side of the box as he slightly hesitated, flinching his hand before placing it back in 

gianna had placed in the infant unisex cowboy ranger boots and cowboy hat in first because the pregnancy test would have been too obvious and easy she felt and then it wouldn't be so much of an amazing surprise, in gianna's opinion. so, starting off with the cowboy boots and cowboy hat would act as a good clue to the fact that the shoes and hat are for a baby - meaning that gianna is pregnant without telling him straight away with the pregnancy test. 

ollie chuckled, his head falling back as he felt the pair of converse, "are these like, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat for infants?" gianna sucked a breath in before a small chuckle left her mouth 

"can i pull it out to check?" ollie then queried as gianna vocalised a small "yeah", ollie then grabbed the infant cowboy boots and cowboy hat and opened his eyes 

laughing at the infant cowboy boots and cowboy hat, it seemed to gianna that it hadn't registered in his head that it was to announce the news of her being pregnant and the couple being parents. so, due to ollie's confusion she just set aside the infant cowboy/ranger boots and cowboy hat, told ollie to close his eyes again and that she'd put the next clue to her surprise announcement into the box. 

biting her lip and willing away her joyful tears, she announced to ollie that he could place his hand in the box again and guess the next clue. it obviously stumped ollie as, unlike the first time with the infant cowboy/ranger boots and cowboy hat, it seemed as if olie hesitated in guessing what the item in his hand was. i mean, surely, it wasn't the first time the man had felt or even seen a pregnancy test. but, it flew right past his mind because he didn't think he wouldn't notice if his wife was showing the symptoms of pregnancy or recognise that for the past month, they were the same ones that their best friend and sister-in-law genevieve had when she was pregnant. however, it seemed as if five minutes later, he kind of figured it out since it was obvious that he hadn't noticed his wife's symptoms like he thought he wouldn't have missed.  

"is...is this a pregnancy test?" ollie finally calls out, his eyes adorably crinkled shut as gianna giggles softly as she watches her husband open his eyes and turn to his wife, his hand still holding the test 

"wait, it's been used?! ew, you fucking peed on it and you made me touch it!" ollie freaked out as he then brought the pregnancy test out of the box properly before he decided to take a better look at it after just touching it 

thinking it didn't have an answer on the panel thingy, he looked at it before it registered in his mind what it said. "gianna, are...are you serious?" ollie's voice trembled as tears shed his eyes as gianna smiled, nodding her head with a tender look at her husband 

"are you actually serious?" ollie's chin wobbled as he tried not to cry, gianna smiled brighter and nodded her head 

"dead serious," gianna smiled as ollie chucked the box, chair and the pregnancy test all to the floor as he pulled his wife in for a hug, letting his tears stream down his cheeks onto gianna's shoulder, hoping they wouldn't get a noise complaint from the hotel manager 

"we're having a baby!" ollie quietly sobbed out as gianna giggled and nodded her head, pulling out of the hug as she ruffled her husband's hair before stroking his cheek 

"mhm, we're having a baby, ollie!" gianna confirmed again, knowing that it was going to take a lot of confirmation for ollie to really believe his dream of becoming a father was going to come true 

after another two confirmations of the pregnancy, it seems as if ollie still hadn't cried all of his tears out as he continued to cry in his wife's embrace. ollie couldn't help the smile that was tucked away, hidden by gianna's sweater as she made small, rubbing motions of comfort on his back to comfort him. finally though, thirty minutes later, it seemed as if every single tear that he could have shed, had been cried and the couple were now just coming up with ways to surprise their families, the texas rangers and then the rest of the walker family after getting the go-ahead by their ob-gyn. 

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a week or two had passed since ollie and gianna had found out about the pregnancy when it had been decided that they could tell their families and everyone else since gianna was now in her second trimester. telling both families, the castellanos and the padaleckis at the same time was so casual that it actually had such a delayed reaction that ollie and gianna thought they didn't hear them the first time. 

the way they told them was that, because georgia, gianna's cousin is a nurse, gianna decided that after being offered wine, because she always does, she'd make a joke about the fact that her cousin should know that drinking alcohol when pregnant is a big no-no. hoping that it would give the normal sometimes clueless families that gianna was pregnant. 

"wine, gianna?" georgia offers as gianna smiles, shaking her head no, confusing georgia as it was very well known how in love gianna was with alcohol

"ah, no thanks georgia," the pregnant girl responds which confuses everyone as ollie tries his hardest to not outwardly react or pull any attention onto himself in a way that could further clue everyone into the surprise 

"why? gia, you never turn down a glass..." georgia trails off as gianna decides to just tell her since no one had thought to look down at her slightly protruding stomach 

"...you're a nurse georgia, i thought...well, i'd hope you would know that pregnant women are highly advised to not drink..." gianna trailed off, hoping that both families would react but, it seems as if they weren't at all 

that was until georgia finally realised what her younger cousin had just revealed. 

"...wuh...wuh...wait, gianna! no fucking way!" she squealed, almost dropping the wine bottle and rushing over to the other end of the table, pulling her younger cousin in for a hug and almost out of her seat as the older cousin held back her joyful tears as the cousins giggled, swaying side to side 

despite georgia's dramatic and loud realisation, it seemed as if everyone else was still so clueless that ollie and gianna were pregnant. so clueless in fact that it wasn't until gianna and georgia's mom and aunty finally looked down towards her youngest daughter's tummy, noticing the slightly curved baby bump that had been forming but wasn't totally hidden when she then announced out loud in a question that gianna was pregnant. 

"gia, you're pregnant?" mrs padalecki squeaked out as tears welled up in the mother's eyes, gianna nodding her head as ollie placed his hand on the small of her back 

"yeah, i'm pregnant," gianna confirmed as finally, the rest of the padaleckis and castellanos reacted in due course making gianna and ollie chuckle at the very delayed reactions of their families 

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she couldn't hide the nervousness that was welling up inside her as gianna waited for the moment the walker girls realised what it was that violet brinson was fiddling with. exactly in the way that gianna surprised ollie, the couple were surprising the cast of walker about her pregnancy with the "what's in the box challenge" with the girls being told first. 

violet was extremely hesitant to place her hands inside the box with her eyes closed. due to her not being exempt for padalecki pranks on the set of walker, she was extremely nervous to see what her best friend could be making her touch right now. and having the rest of the walker girls and their kids watching on in anticipation was making her feel more anxious about the item that she was trying to guess. however, it shocked gianna that violet was so oblivious to the fact that she was literally fondling a positive pregnancy test that would announce gianna and ollie's first pregnancy and not be responding immediately with the answer of it being a pregnancy test. 

"--what is this?" violet chuckles after nearly fifteen minutes of fondling the pregnancy test and not guessing it, the rest of the ladies chuckling at violet's forfeit

"are you seriously giving up, vi?" gianna giggled, ollie biting his lip so he wouldn't laugh or again potentially give it away as he stood behind the camera that was filming the video

violet giggled in defeat as she nodded her head, "yes, i give up, gianna! what is it?" violet squeals out as she then furrows her eyebrows, her eyes showing a flash of recollection 

"wait, wait, i...i think i know what it is!" violet called out in excitement as her eyes widened with joy, looking at gianna if she could take the item out, gianna nodding her head 

immediately, violet yelped out, similar to ollie's initial reaction, the pregnancy test landing on the raised table in front of the group, gianna trying to keep violet quiet so it wouldn't clue the walker guys, "oh my gosh, eww you peed on that...wait, are you serious?"

the ladies laughed at violet getting grossed out by a used pregnancy test before it all clicked in their heads that it clicked in violet's head that it was gianna's used pregnancy test. violet had since let out a semi-muffled squealed sob, attacking gianna into a hug, the two girls falling onto the couch with the table that had the positive pregnancy test fall to the floor. genevieve, odette, molly and ashley's brains were slowly clicking in realisation when they noticed the way ollie was watching his wife and best friend celebrate together,the ladies jumped up to pull ollie in for a hug. 

"you're pregnant, gia?" violet whimpered out as she and gianna stood up off the couch, violet wiping away her tears as the two girls saw the other ladies hug ollie as they celebrated 

hearing violet ask if gianna was pregnant and seeing ollie's joy that they could finally tell everyone made the entire group happy. however, that then prompted the kids, jared and genevieve's in particular, to rush over to their uncle ollie and aunty gianna to ask. 

"wait, aunty gianna, please, can you actually confirm that you and uncle ollie are pregnant?" tom had also started to cry as gianna giggled at her nephew

"yeah, i'm pregnant tommy, i'm in my second trimester," gianna smiled brightly as she pulled tom in for a hug alongside her nephew shep and niece odette as they happily cried in their aunty's embrace 

"...but wait, does that mean ollie's leaving the rangers then?" molly then spoke up, her arms crossed over as her smile stayed put on her face as the castellano's breathed out heavily

motioning for the adults to sit down and for the kids to run back to playing upstairs, that was when it was time for gianna and ollie to tell their walker family what was happening now. especially with how troublesome ollie's job with the texas rangers was, not so different to the show that his wife and brother-in-law played on the tv, it was time to address the job situation now that his wife was pregnant.

"great question molly and, to tell y'all the truth, after some thought and consideration, i did make the decision to leave the texas rangers. sure it was a hard thing to tell my captain, especially after telling them the exciting news of becoming parents but i made that choice for a reason. and that was because there was no way in the world i was going to risk anything happening to my two best angels whilst i'm ranger castellano. of course, if i ever wanted to return to the rangers when baby is not only born but many years older, cap said he'd be happy to welcome me back into the fold with open arms but, right now, ranger castellano no longer exists and i'm just...daddy..." ollie trailed off as it was obvious that hearing that made all the ladies relax, including his own wife even though it wasn't the first time gianna had heard this answer to this very question before and it wouldn't its last time either

"...well, that's amazing ollie! and, just so you know, if you ever wanna slip back into the shoes of being a ranger but not actually have it put any danger to your wife and future baby, i'm sure jared and gia could hook you up as a texas ranger extra. but, that is, only if you want it but, it's there for your consideration..." violet giggles as everyone giggles, ollie included as he pulls the young girl in for a hug

"...well, thank you for that consideration, violet. and, you bet your arse, i'm gonna take that consideration!" ollie laughed as he hugged violet tightly and pulled out as ollie couldn't help but to look at his pregnant wife with such admiration

but, now, it was time that gianna and ollie had to tell jared, keegan, coby, jeff, kale and mitch - aka, the men of walker. at least, the "main men" of walker. so, the kids went back to their spot on the couch and stayed quiet whilst the walker ladies joined the children so the guys could be told.

similar to how they told violet, gianna had kale guess what was in the box. like his on-screen sister, kale fondled the pregnancy test for a few moments with no clue about what it was. but then a couple of minutes quicker than violet did, he had the same exact freak out as his on-screen sister had before him. 

"hold up, is this...is this a pregnancy test?" kale chuckled, hanging his head low as he chuckled as neither gianna nor ollie responded at first which seemed to make kale freak out even more

"gianna, are...are you pregnant?" kale all of a sudden got emotional and teary-eyed, the other guys still unsure about what was going on that was until they heard the part where kale questioned if gianna was pregnant

perking up, jared then asked his sister, "gianna, are you pregnant with you and ollie's first baby?!" jared smiled with the possible exciting thought of having a niece or nephew again and a new walker baby

shrugging her shoulders, she nudged at kale to reveal what it was that he was holding in the cardboard box, "i dunno jared...kale, am i pregnant with me and ollie's first baby?" gianna teased with a shoulder shrug as an emotional kale reveals the pregnancy test that did indeed reveal that gianna was pregnant with her and ollie's first baby 

immediately, keegan, jared, mitch, jeff, coby and then kale, after throwing down the pregnancy test, wrapped their arms around their best friend and congratulated her on her pregnancy. ollie then joined them after it was then revealed that the kids and the girls had already been told too. 

"...guys, this is fantastic news but...ollie, does that mean?" jared questioned and then the guys all looked over at ollie, all giving the same looks as ollie smiled and sighed

"yes jared. gianna and i have already told the ladies this but, obviously, we're now telling y'all. when i went to tell this news to my captain back at ranger hq, he asked me to take all the time i needed..." ollie trailed off as everyone watched expectantly as they nodded their heads as he continued

"...and i just said, about that cap...*giggles*...i just said i think it's time that whilst it's been an honour and privilege to serve as a texas ranger for as long as i have, i can't risk something happening to my two angels when i'm ranger castellano. but, he did say that, of course, if i ever wanted to return to the rangers when baby is not only just born but many years older, he'd be happy to welcome me back into the fold with open arms. however, right now, ranger castellano no longer exists and i'm just...daddy..." sure, gianna had just heard her husband say that to the walker ladies but, hearing him say it again and to the walker men just made her fall even more in love with him

and, just as well, it made the walker men fall even more in love with oliver castellano. everyone loved ollie in the cast of walker but, right now, they loved him even more. and that was because he was willingly risking his work life as a ranger to be a full-time, present husband and father to his oncoming child. and, that says a lot about who ollie is, not just as a person, but as a man. he's willing to trust that his wife's job as an actress pretending to play a texas ranger who works nine months out of the year is going to provide for not just the both of them but also for their oncoming baby. and, he didn't have anything to believe this trust wasn't real and that if he took time off work for what would possibly end up being up to at least fifteen maybe sixteen years away from being a texas ranger, he, his wife and family would still be fine and living well off.

"...wow, that...that's amazing ollie. good on you for realising that you can't be a texas ranger and a father at the same time. i mean, not saying you can't but, if you're anything like cordell walker which, you are because that is who jared picked his interpretation on, it's a good thing you decided to step back from being all "oliver castellano, texas ranger". and, i'm sure one of the ladies has already mentioned it but, just in case you need to hear it again, if you ever feel the need to be a ranger again but don't want to worry about it putting your family in any real danger, just come on the show as an extra texas ranger, it'll be practically like the real thing just, less dangerous and more fun!" kale shrugged as laughter from everyone filled the house as ollie nodded his head - thanking kale for the suggestion, the same suggestion that violet gave him when the ladies were told the surprise

butterflies fluttered throughout both ollie's and gianna's tummies that they were finally getting the blessing of being parents for the first time after it being a point of talking after their marriage. after all the happy tears and squeals and jubilation over gianna and ollie's announcement, gianna couldn't help the jokingly snide comment that fell out of her mouth as she drank a mocktail. 

"...by the way how did y'all not notice? i thought ollie and i had made it way too obvious for y'all!" 

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when i first wrote this particular one-shot for the first time, i didn't like it as much as i thought i would have. and, nor did i think i'd ever write a jared padalecki version where his fictionalised younger sister who is married to a real-life texas ranger whilst his wife and brother-in-law play texas rangers on tv would happen but, i love this version a shit tonne better. and, now, like the first time, here is some context for the title and the end as it may be a bit vague. so, pretty much, because gianna is married to oliver castellano, a real life texas ranger, not a fake one that gianna and jared portray in the tv show walker, and jared, big brother is on set for walker in the beginning part of the one-shot, i mentioned that for some of the filming days for walker that gianna had been sick. mr and mrs castellano then thought that after finding out about the pregnancy and not trying to keep it secret but not telling everyone, people would realise a lot quicker that potentially, gianna was preggers. however, it wasn't until ollie and gianna had it be spelt out for them to figure it out, hence why at the end of telling them that gianna made the "how did y'all not notice? i thought ollie and i had made it way too obvious for y'all!" comment because it was funny and something that she thought they'd figure out quickly because they weren't trying to keep it a secret like supposed to so when they didn't, they realised that ollie and gianna were going to hold that against them for years to come. but now that's out of the way, i'm glad you guys enjoyed this and i'm glad i wrote it because i did enjoy rewriting it!

ok ily bye xx

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