#paternity leave Jeff

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Jeff had taken to wearing combat pants with multiple pockets and thus perpetually had snacks, wet wipes and toy planes on standby. He had a tennis ball on hand at all times… turned out that what worked for a puppy sometimes worked for a two-year old too.

The chew toys were their little secret.

Yes, the key to his success was in the accessories. After a few days of swinging from it, 12 kilos of dead weight, in protest, Scott had eventually taken to the little harness-leash device which meant their little trips into town were less of an adrenaline rush. Marginally. At some point Jeff was definitely going to get punched for barging his way through a crowd by some irate person who didn’t appreciate he was attached to a tiny rocket on a string.

End result here

[nonsequituringtest]

Gonna commit atrocities at HR today

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Who is a girl dad and who is a boy dad: Matt Casey, Kelly Severide, Brian Otis Zvonecek, Jeff Clarke, Sam Carver, Will Halstead, Ethan Choi, Connor Rhodes, Crockett Marcel, Jay Halstead, Adam Ruzek & Antonio Dawson?

Before I answer this I want to remind everyone that I don't currently write for Chicago Fire. I probably won't ever do reader inserts for it just because I'm not a huge fan and I feel like that show died a painful death around season 4. But I will attempt some of the headcannons that hit me the right way. This one was just too fun to pass up.

I didn't do Sam Carver-Sorry I didn't make it to season 11- I stopped at 6/7ish.

I also want to say of course I think they would be good with the other gender too. I just wanted to pick one to be fair to the question. I spent way to much time on this and made them way longer than necessary lol. Hope ya'll enjoy and thanks for the ask <3

Will Halstead: Boy Dad!

I think Will needs to have a son. I think raising a mini version of himself is exactly what the doctor ordered (pun completely intended). We all know that Will has a stubborn streak a country mile wide and that when he gets an idea in his head, he can't let it go. Could you imagine that in child form? His red headed little boy going through a stubborn streak where is sure that any green food is icky because he didn't like peas. How about when he wears his basketball shoes to bed every night of the season because he is sure if he doesn't his team will lose? A son would teach Will to be more flexible in his viewpoint because his son will challenge his- well everything. The questions his little boy will ask with have Will rethinking things he never thought to question.

The main reason I think Will needs a son is that he can heal the wounds his dad carved into him. He gets to understand the struggles of raising a child with a personality like his own. It helps him better understand his father's frustration but he also never felt more disconnected from the man. Because Will could never understand the need to make his child feel the way he did growing up. Disconnected and a disappointment. Will raises his son the way he would have wanted to be raised- with understanding, acceptance, and praise. No one is prouder of their son than Will Halstead is. And with all that love, attention, and support Will gets to see his son not only live his life but thrive in it.

Ethan Choi: Girl Dad!

I don't think that surprised anyone. Ethan is a hardass veteran. He is all structure all the time. He kept getting better as time when on but you know what would push him along and make him absolutely melt? A little girl with dark hair and lashes. He thinks he will be a strict parent-and when it comes to school and safety he is. She will learn how to protect herself and have good enough grades to do anything she wants when she graduates.

But when it comes down to the little things Ethan has a hard time saying no to his little girl. Because she is warmth and innocence. She is the biggest smiles and climbing onto his lap to cuddle. So does it really matter if her clothes don't match because she loves them. And who really cares if they have dessert before dinner on occasion. And how can anyone say no to her staying up late so that they can have father daughter time- even if it is just them rewatching Star Wars for the millionth time.

Connor Rhodes: Girl Dad!

Connor absolutely spoils his little girl- not with money- but with attention. He doesn't want a nanny or money raising his baby. From the very beginning he makes a promise not to miss a single doctor's appointment and he nearly keeps it too- an emergency trauma caused him to miss one ultrasound. He takes the full paternal leave that is offered through work to bond with his blue-eyed little girl. He barely puts her down not wanting to miss a minute. His daughter is the biggest daddy's girl. Her first word is dadda and she says it nonstop for almost a month.

When he goes back to work, he books mandatory time with his daughter. He goes to at least three tea parties a week. When she gets a little older, they share a hobby of making food. It starts out with her helping him cook and trying recipes together. When she starts forming a preference for baking the dynamic changes slightly. They teach each other recipes and are a dynamic dinner duo. There are some growing pains. Connor struggles with his little girl not needing him anymore. He has tears in his eyes when she tells him, "I will always need you daddy."

Crockett Marcel: Girl Dad! (This is also just true to the show)

Crockett cherished every moment with his little girl. When she is a newborn, he holds her constantly and lets her sleep on his chest. Then he starts using a baby wrap to carry his daughter and be hands free. The long stretchy cloth was supposed to be a gag gift and obnoxiously bright fluorescent colors with a bold feminine print, but Marcel wears it with a smile. (It was a gift from Ethan to welcome him into the girl dad club. He included a gray one too, but Marcel only wears the bright on around work and his collogues.) The constant affection because a habit and his little girl has a hard time falling asleep anywhere but daddy's chest.

Crockett is a constant picture taker as his daughter grows. He phone memory is maxed out with pictures of her. He teaches her to speak Farsi. Every important or emotion filled conversation between the two is spoken in Farsi. Every tragedy, accomplishment, argument, exciting news, heartbreak and success. There is a comfort in words and bond the word share between the pair.

Jay Halstead: Girl Dad!

Jay fully embraces being a girl dad. He dresses her in the cute girly outfits. He learned how to take care of and do her hair. He never found a braid or hairstyle he couldn't master that his little girl wanted. He even kept extra hair ties in his wallet because she was constantly loosing or breaking them. He let her paint his nails bright pink and yellow while he watched the sea hawk's game. He always got up to do the dance parties and twirl her around. He never complained about playing dress up or wearing a taira or a brightly colored feather boa. And he was always willing to give up his half of the bed so that she could cuddle up with him after a nightmare or just because she got lonely in her room by herself.

Jay is a supportive dad. He does everything in his power to give his daughter the confidence to do anything and everything that she wants to. He wants her to feel safe enough at home that she can be daring (but not unsafe) in her choices. She can go against the grain, and he will still be proud of her. He supports her when she wants to play softball instead of do ballet. Then supports her when she decides that she like science and then when she hates it. He just smiles and buys her lava soap and Gojo pumice hand cleaner when she decides to take an automotive class instead of economics. The only thing that Jay struggles to be supportive of is when his little girl starts dating. He reconned her first date he watched her twist the guys wrist back when he tried to grab her butt then storms away after giving him a piece of her mind. Jay is proud of her boundaries but feels guilty for spying- even though he didn't get caught. He stops spying on dates but can never stop himself from giving them the talk with his gun and badge on his hip (Even well into her twenties).

Adam Ruzek: Boy Dad!

Adam had a good relationship with his dad growing up. He knows what a good dad looks like. His father sacrificed a fulfilling career to be able to be there for his son. Adam struggles with not being able to do the same. He misses games and holidays. His son says he understands but it is clear in his eye that his is disappointed when Adam doesn't show. But he makes up for it because when Adam is there- his all in. He helps his son practice his slap shot and cheers the loudest at his son's hockey games, he helps him with homework (even when he doesn't understand it and has to google it, gives him advice on girls (even when he doesn't want it), and checks him when he needs it.

It takes a lot for Adam to hard check his son. His son is a good kid- even if he does tell him at 10pm that he needs a posterboard for his school project that is due the next day and it is worth 1/3 of his grade. But when his son vandalizes a store with an Asian owner to get in with the "cool" crowd Adam loses his shit. He might even be madder than the store owner. His son thinks he is kidding about the consequences- Adam is a cop surely, he can get him out of trouble. Adam makes him stay 24 hours in holding, then has to apologize to the store owner. The owner doesn't press charges. He has to clean up his mess and the rest of the store and work to pay off any damages- even those caused by his "friends", and he is grounded indefinitely. His son learns the lesson the hard way, but it sticks with the added bonus of falling for the storekeeper's daughter.

Antonio Dawson: I cheated with this one because he actually has a son and a daughter. So instead of picking I'm doing a paragraph for each.

Antonio is from a large tight knit family for better or for worse. That means for the first few months his fighting to be the one that gets to hold his little girl. He practically has to steal her from his mom, Gabby, and all the other female relatives. The only thing that is to his advantage is that his little girl loves him. Whenever she sees him she is always saying and reaching for daddy. She is a beautiful, happy baby with dark curls and brown eyes. Antonio buys a new gun and then another, and then another. He figures he will need them all by the time she finally finds someone worthy of her to settle down with.

Antonio raises his son with the expectation that someday he will be the man of the house. He wants his son to know responsibility and how to take care of himself and other. To stick up not only for himself but for others that can't. He teaches his son to be aware (but not fearful) of his surroundings. Antonio's son takes all of it to heart. When Antonio gets a call that his son had laid out a bully for teasing a shy bookish girl. Antonio doesn't scold his son whose suspension ends up being more of a vacation. He just asks if he put his weight behind it and pats his son on the shoulder when he said he had. When the shy girl starts coming over to help his son with his homework almost every day, he isn't surprised to walk in on them making out on his couch. He is, however, surprised when his son brings her to his boxing gym to show off and that shy little girl throws one hell of a punch.

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz: Girl Dad! (I added this one)

When he finds out that you are pregnant Mouse is afraid when he finds out that the baby is a girl, he is terrified. His daughter is so small and fragile. When she is placed gently in his arms his world changes. He has spent enough time at war to know that it is always the woman and girls that are at most risk. How could he possibly protect her from everything when there were so many bad people in the word. Mouse dotes on his little girl but keeps her close. He has worries that civil fathers don't. When she becomes weary of other people and children at age two clinging to his leg he wonders if it was his fear that was passed onto her. Even when people assure him that it was the typical age for stranger danger. Mouse painstakingly (and with Jay's help) starts to change his behavior. He doesn't want his little girl to have the anxiety and hypervigilance that he has to deal with. As Mouse eases up he watches his little girl's personality bloom.

She gets downright spunky. She is curious too. She learns technology with a swift ease. She spends a good deal of time on her daddy's lap and the clicking of a keyboard is relaxing. Mouse had found that it could help put her to sleep even on her crankiest days. He doesn't scold her when she starts taking things apart to put them back together. And while he does help and assist, he swears his daughter picks up most of her coding knowledge from just watching him. As she gets older he starts hacking her computer and phone to leave her cute little messages. When she is a teenager, she finally manages to hack his highly secured system back (She had the advantage of him being the one who taught her) When she goes to Tech school she is leaps and bond ahead of her classmates. Nobody is surprised when she ends up on government watch list and is soon offered a job. They want her on their side.

Matt Casey: Boy Dad!

Matt's son is his little buddy. Matt has wanted a baby for so many years that he is ecstatic when last little bundle is put in his arms. He does everything he can with his son and his son wants to do everything he does. He is his son's idol. He always wants to be at the fire house. He dresses up as a firefighter for Halloween for five years straight as kid.

Matt tries unsuccessful to keep his sons interested broad. He wants his son to at least consider other options, maybe going to college. His son is hellbent on going on being a firefighter. And Matt stops pushing after he threatens to go to the police academy instead. His son excel at during his training and Matt is so proud when his son graduates the academy.

Kelly Severide: Boy Dad!

Kelly's son is a mini version of him. Full of energy, testosterone, and charm. Kelly raises him with good manners, treat woman right, and to be respectful of authority. He also teaches him to question and act when the authority isn't doing their job, or something doesn't make sense of needs to be changed. Kelly's son is popular and plays football. Kelly goes to every game, and he know his son has a real chance at football scholarship but knows he is does not want to further his education and that he wants to follow in Kelly's footsteps to be a firefighter.

Kelly's son is a player. He goes through the girls in his high school (and multiple others). Kelly doesn't say anything- how could he when he had his own Casanova phase that took up a large portion of his life. His son should have fun as long as he is using protection. His son never brings any of them home for him to meet. None can seem to hold his son fickle attention. When his phone rings at midnight he expects a slurred request for a pickup not a fully sobered "I found her."

Jeff Clarke: Girl Dad!

Jeff's daughter is his princess. She is a tenderhearted happy little girl. He calls her the light of his life. They live in Hawaii, so everything is a slower pace. Jeff gets to enjoy the time with his daughter with nothing to rush him. They spend hours in the sun and on the beach playing in the sandy and splashing in the waves.

When his daughter is five, she demands to learn how to surf after a friend takes her out on their board. Jeff thinks it might be a phase- her just wanted to do it because she sees it every day. It becomes apparent very quickly that isn't the case. His little girl loves the ocean and asks him to go nearly every day. Jeff does one better than just taking her and learns how to surf too so they can do it together. He isn't great and she is much better, but she loves going out with him. He just loves seeing her so happy and at peace. It doesn't hurt that it he can keep an eye on the surfer boys that get more and more interested in her as she not only gets older but better on her board.

Brain "Otis" Zvonecek: Boy Dad!

Otis is a nerdy dad. He is the dad that does the Starter Pokémon test when he started to crawl (Charmander) and pick his Hogwarts house (Hufflepuff). Otis starts him young on all the classic movies and shows. Otis buys Legos for the two of them to build together (way before his old enough to really help. Otis reads to his on every night that he gets to put him to sleep. They start with short stories but as he gets older, they quickly switch to chapter books and Manga.

Otis doesn't know what to do when his son starts having trouble in school. When he is told that his son has a learning disability, he doesn't know what to do. Otis never had a hard time with academics he blew through his classes without much effort. He can see the absolute frustration in his sons face when he is struggling to read. Otis tries to help but his son, but it only seems to create more friction making the problem even bigger. The break though comes when Otis finds out his son's anger is a cover for his embarrassment and feeling like a disappointment. When his son accuses him of thinking he is stupid Otis' heart shatters. His eyes are water when he tells his son that he is one of the smartest people he knows- he just learns different his son breaks down and hugs him tightly.

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Give It All We've Got (First time getting booed offstage)

A/N: This is based off the prompt for Day 1 of @corrodedcoffinfest's writing event! Day 1: Firsts

Word Count: 766

No content warnings other than strong language!

Divider credit to @steddiecameraroll-graphics

“You guys suck!”

“Get off the stage!”

“Go back to the trailer park, freaks!”

Eddie, Gareth, Jeff and Grant were no strangers to jeers or harsh words, but getting booed until they had no choice but to leave the stage was new territory altogether. The four of them had shuffled dejectedly from the glaring red spotlights through the flimsy black curtains until they were completely backstage. Now, they may be unseen, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t still hear the applause at their disappearance mocking them as they stood around staring at the sticky black stage floor and holding their respective instruments. 

Eddie looked around at his friends- his fallen comrades- and instantly shook the thought from his head. They weren’t fallen yet- just a little shaken. 

“Nah, fuck this.” Eddie bit. “Fuck them.” 

“Come off it man, we just got booed off the stage.” Grant muttered. “We were that bad.”

Eddie scoffed. “You think that’s a reflection of us?” He shook his head, a wry smile tugging up at the left corner of his mouth. He clapped a hand on Grant’s shoulder “Man, we’re in Wisconsin, land of cheese.” 

Grant snorted, still staring at the scuffed up toes of his converse but smiling despite himself. Eddie noticed Jeff watching him from the corner of his eye and looked up to see him smiling too. 

Good old Jeff, ever the optimist. Eddie shifted his attention to the tall guitarist, slinging his arm fully around Jeff’s shoulders.

“Jeff, you’re the one with relations around these parts… tell me, would these people know metal if it slapped ‘em silly and fucked them sideways in the ass?” 

Jeff chuckled, cringing slightly at the metaphor. “No, they wouldn’t. But to be honest I’m not exactly sure how someone could be fucked in the ass sideways, asses are usually a one-way passage-”

“Semantics.” Eddie cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “What I’m hearing is that we don’t need the approval of these cheese heads to know we fucking rock-”

“But we do need to get paid.” 

Eddie, Grant and Jeff all turned to look at Gareth, the only band member who still wasn’t smiling. His hands were balled into fists around his drumsticks, eyes still trained on the ground as if staring hard enough could somehow calm him down. 

“The first few shows on this tour didn’t pay, and I know we talked about how that was the price we had to pay to get our name out there, but…” Gareth looked up at Eddie now, and where the frontman had expected to see anger and embarrassment on the drummer’s face, he was surprised to find worry creasing between Gareth's brows. “This show was supposed to be our first paying gig on the tour. We can only live on our savings for so long; what happens if we get booed off the next stage? Or the one after that?”

“If that happens,” Eddie answered, silencing Gareth with a hand on his shoulder. “then we’ll figure it out.” He could have sworn he felt Gareth heave a little sigh of relief, however brief it was. Eddie gave Gareth’s shoulder a reassuring- almost paternal- squeeze. “One day at a time. I’m not willing to throw in the towel until we’ve really given this thing all we’ve got.” 

Eddie turned to look at Grant and Jeff over his shoulders. “What about you fuckers, you ready to crawl back home to mommy yet?”

“Hell no!” Grant grunted, the scowl on his face launching Eddie’s lips into a bright and rebellious grin. His hair whipped across his face as he turned to face the other direction.

“And what say you, Jeff the Just?” 

The light in Jeff’s grin was enough to match Eddie’s. “I say we give it everything we’ve got.”

“Well said!” Eddie nodded, pride in his comrades in arms oozing from every pore. Now, he turned back to the youngest member of their party and offered his hand. “What do you say, Gare-” he arched an eyebrow at the curly-topped drummer. “-to the death?”

Gareth looked at the frontman long and hard, that crease between his brows returning. It didn’t take a genius to see that he was unsure, that the lack of a solid place for his reason to stand was enough to cost him sleep most nights. However, when given the choice between security and trust in his closest friends, Gareth knew without a second thought where his loyalty lied. 

With a rueful smirk and a glint in his eye, Gareth firmly clasped Eddie’s hand. “To the death.”

[to---the---ark]

GO TO SLEEP

chapter I - The Pride

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Jeff was the first one to enter their new house.

He was excited to start a new Life, despite how difficult it was going to be to leave his very small friends group behind.

He wasn't going to miss the bullies, that was for sure, and he truly hoped that his new school had a decent policy about bullies and other kind of discriminations.

He was 14, and he was stupidly hopeful, after all.

Him and his brother Liu, who was 15, both ran upstairs, excited to finally have separate bedrooms.

They had a very deep bond, and everyone knew in their hometown that where there was one of them, there was going to be the other too. Despite that, they were happy to finally have more privacy and more room for their things and hobbies, especially Liu, who loved doing big Lego constructions that used to occupy both his and Jeff's desks, pissing the younger off more than once.

Jeff choose the bedroom with a big glass wall. Enormous red curtains were on both side of the glass wall, and the sun was settling down, gifting the bedroom with the last bit of light it could give.

There was an big bed, with a naked mattress his dad had put up before the party, some shelves, and a dark wooden floor that perfectly balanced the white walls of the bedroom.

Jeff laid down on the bed after putting on it all the blankets and pillows it needed, and closed his eyes.

He was tired, moving wasn't an easy thing to do, even if him and Liu had stayed to their paternal grandparents while their parents moved their things in the new home. Everything was still in their boxes, and the kids were more than eager to take everything out.

"A job for tomorrow me, tho" the boy thought.

Suddenly, a weight fell upon him.

«Wha- Liu! Get off of me, you jerk!» Jeffrey grumbled, but he couldn't stop himself from starting a tickling fight with his brother, like they used to do when they were little kids.

«No- that's unfair- Jeff, I'm warning you, stop or else-» Liu shouted between a laughing fit and another.

«Or what?» Jeff laughed, now on top of his brother, tickling him mercilessly.

«Jeff, Liu, come down here, boys!» Margaret called.

The two kept poking at each other's sides while going downstairs. Jeff's long black hair was a mess, Liu's brow hair was short and messy too.

Jeff shouted a laugh when Liu blocked him against the wall to be able to tickle him properly before running off, reaching Margaret.

She looked at her sons, blue eyes stern: «Oh, babies, aren't you two too old to play like this?»

Her gaze softened when she returned to look at the woman at the front door.

Obviously.

She was always like that.

Always scolding them for acting like the kids they were, always looking like a saint in front of the public eye.

The title of "perfect family" had been earned like that, after all.

«This is Barbara» Margaret said, introducing her sons to the woman. «She's out neighbor. Barbara, those are Liu and Jeff. My husband isn't here right now, but you'll meet him when we'll drop the kids off at the birthday party, don't worry!»

«What birthday party?» Jeff asked.

«See this little one?» Barbara said, pointing at a child hiding behind her chubby body, hands gripping her floreal dress. «He's my son Billy, and in a week I'll throw him a birthday party. You two are invited, it'll be the perfect occasion to meet the other kids of the neighborhood!»

«That's such a lovely idea, Barbara, thank you so much!» Margaret smiled, adjusting her brown hair in a high chignon.

Jeff's blue eyes met Liu's green ones.

"Oh, please, no" the both of them thought.

Peter Woods came home just a few minutes after Barbara and Billy had returned to their own home, and after a while the whole family sat at the dinner table, praying before eating the take-away Chinese food Peter bought home, since their fridge was pretty empty.

When Margaret informed Peter about the birthday party, Liu spoke up in the behalf of both himself and Jeff: «Can we not go to that party, please?»

«Yeah, we're not- what, 7? We're too old to play with toys and stuff like that.»

«You acted like toddlers right before meeting Barbara» Margaret said. «You're going.»

«Dad? Please? Can we not go?» Jeff asked.

Peter, with his green eyes fixated on his food, scratched his black hair with a hand before answering: «You're going, and you need to make a good first impression.»

The two boys huffed, knowing full well that they weren't going to win this over.

Good first impression were too important for their parents, and they never had a say on that. They could only act as the perfect kids of a perfect family, and hope that the party wasn't going to be too boring.

A few days later, Jeff stretched his arms, still hiding in the comfort of his blankets.

The house was quiet, the birds were chirping outside of his window... and Liu opened the door, looking as tired as him, and took the blankets away.

«Why. Liu, tell me why» Jeff muttered. He wasn't a morning person and he was often in a bad mood before eating breakfast.

Liu gave him the finger and silently went downstairs.

Jeff rolled his eyes, and got up.

He wore his favorite outfit: an old white hoodie, black converse and black jeans. He was going to go to his and Liu's first day at their new school, and he wanted the comfort of some beloved clothes, since his shyness could lead to social anxiety, if he felt over stimulated.

But of course, his parents couldn't let him have that.

«Jeff, go take that hoodie off, wear the white flannel instead» Margaret said.

«But- but mom! It's just school!»

«Good impressions matter, son. Don't you agree, Peter?» Dad muttered an agreement, eyes on the TV. He never really talked with his wife, important things aside, after all. «See? Dad agrees too. Go change, honey.»

He did so, his mood worsening my the moment.

He sat at the table beside his brother, and they started eating breakfast... until mom commented on how much weight he was going to gain for eating that much.

He rolled his eyes, and he sighed.

The perfect kid eats just what he needs to survive, and in the Woods's house eating was just something you did to keep living.

Perfect, right?

Right.

Always right.

The Woods brothers finally got out of the house, and they went to the bus stop at least 30 minutes in advance.

«I think Jane would like you, especially dressed like a church baby boy» Liu joked, trying to lighten up Jeff's mood while they sat down on the sidewalk.

«Who the fuck is Jane?»

«She's one of our neighbors. She should be your age, or maybe mine, I don't know» Liu answered. «Oh, here she is!» he said, pointing at a girl looking at them from her bedroom's window. Liu and the girls exchanged a wave of their hands.

The brothers' conversation was interrupted by a skateboard almost hitting Liu on the head, and the laughters of three other boys.

«Oh, hey, guys, sorry for that!» the skater said.

Liu recognized the boy, and also the two sidekicks he had by his sides, and all three of them were wearing clothes with a mimetic fantasy and were on a skateboard.

The boy who spoke was Randy, he had dark brown hair, strong features, a slightly crooked nose, and his eyes hid behind sunglasses. On his left there was Keith, the shorter of them, with blue eyes and red hair. The last one was Troy, brown hair and eyes, a little bit on the plus size.

The last two were the kids of Randy's dad's closest coworkers, and Randy's dad was the richest motherfucker in town, so the boys always felt superior to anyone, and it didn't matter how bad the troubles those three 16 years old got into were, their dads were always going to save their ass.

Pride was thick in Randy's voice: «You must be Jeff and Liu, nice to meet you» Randy said, without even caring about introducing his sidekicks. «Since you're new here, I just wanted to introduce myself.»

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[Introduction]

[chapter II - The Cruelty]

[world-of-horrors-au]

hi theree

question, how would the horrors handle another horror being pregnant ? like theyre still able to get their period (poor them) and they can have children. i know u talked abt this before , but im asking how they would help/treat said horror.

This is an interesting question... I've never thought about this because from the start I decided they were sterile! If a horror could get pregnant, though, their pack would be doting and protective of them. They'd probably not worry so much about paternity or stuff like that (they'll likely assume it'll be obvious after birth but not really care). Jeff's pack has Eyeless for a doctor, so they'd probably be stealing supplies and information from human doctors... I doubt any of them, even Briar, know much about raising non animal babies. I've been bouncing around the idea of a Horrors hospital hidden deep in the Forest (as suggested by a few people), and the pack would probably take the pregnant Horror there to get more advanced check ups.

Any births would be a huge deal. It would probably change the life of any pack, but especially Jeff's. Jeff would guard that baby with his life. He'd pray it was a good thing for the Horrors, that they still have a chance and won't be wiped out of existence by humanity. It would also leave him in a state of almost confusion, wondering what the hell to do now. Can he really continue the fight against the human government now that there's a baby? Might switch tactics to horrors hoarding and finding others that are still out there, running free...

I hope this answers your question! Let me know if you want me to be more specific about anything!

[buttacake80]

Gotta ask, you’re a lawyer, social worker, writer, NHL fan who’s been to many many games, you hold two degrees across various fields and universities, etc etc…how did you manage to do it all??? What is your life story??? Genuinely asking bc it is very admirable.

Black girl magic.

Genuinely.

When I was 4, I was sexually abused by a relative, then abused again at 6 by a neighbor. Around that same age, I was called nigger for the first time.

My dad was a military officer. I attended 6 different schools between K-8.

Through my dad, I am Black & Native. Through my mom, I am Black & Irish. My paternal grandfather was the product of rape, so he never knew his Native family. My maternal grandfather was a white Irish-American man who grew up in a sundown and attended lynchings as a young man. We learned about his racist past when my aunt went through his chest and found momentos & photos from the lynchings.

When I was a teenager, this same grandfather developed Alsheimers & would call me nigger, tar-baby, and porch monkey when I went to visit my grandma. Other times, when he didn't recognize me, he would approach me with just in his eyes. He would comb down his blond hair, adjust his clothes, then approach flirtatiously. I would have to avoid his hands.

We called him "Mr. Howard" and not grandpa.

In high school, my parents divorced, and we moved to my mother's hometown, where I befriended Black kids who were members of GD, VL, and LK. I got in trouble for fighting and was suspended and expelled from school activities for a semester.

Within a two year period, I lost 6 classmates to car accidents, including my senior year locker buddy.

In high school, I met a junior hockey player who had a crush on my best friend. He invited us to a game where he got in a fight & knocked a dude's tooth out. Thus, I fell in love with hockey.

I attended a PWI on a merit scholarship. I befriended mostly white girls, so that's how I learned about their inner group dynamics.

Got into law school. Did bad my first year. I never learned how to study. I have an excellent memory, so I would read something and retain it. That worked well in undergrad but not so well in law school. I turned my grades around by my final year, but in that same year, I lost my paternal grandfather and my roommate. My roommate died at her computer. They did multiple autopsies but never determined the cause of death. Marta just exhaled and died.

I was interviewing for a prosecutor role in Chicago when I started to have nightly visits from an old hag. I would be in lecture and have an impulse to jump from my seat and shred my clothes with my nails. I was representing a DV victim in her employment case when I had a panic attack and missed an administrative hearing. That was when I decided not to become an attorney.

After law school, I got a job at Amazon.com during its early days. I was there before the Kindle launched, and Jeff B was in my chain of command. I would get 3am emails from him. Had to leave when I found one of my coworkers sleeping under their desk.

So I moved to Ireland and got another degree. Wrote my dissertation on White Men, then returned to Amazon for a few months before jumping to work in government.

I have worked in the court system. I have been a child welfare social worker. I was hand selected to serve as a discharge social worker, working at an inpatient & FORENSIC hospital where I worked with pedophiles, murderers, and rapists. I was assaulted and left brain-injured by such a person.

I had to relearn how to walk and talk properly. I have lost jobs due to my disability and fought off abusive landlords who tried to evict me when I refused to sleep with him.

I have faced legitimate moments when I thought about ending my life, but I have such a strong desire to live. Tomorrow always brings a new day with new opportunities. I know every hardship & every trauma had only made me stronger.

Thank you for asking.

[lboogie1906]

Dr. Jeffrey Roger Gardere (born May 3, 1956) known as Dr. Jeff, is a psychologist and media personality.

He was one of the first African American students to attend the St. Francis Xavier Catholic School in Park Slope, Brooklyn. He attended the Brooklyn Technical High School.

His education started at The University of Rochester, where he gained a BA in Psychology. He continued his education at Columbia University receiving an MS and then attended George Washington University where he gained a Ph.D. in Psychology and Philosophy.

After leaving George Washington University, he worked as a staff psychologist for the Federal Bureau of Prisons. He soon rose to the office of Chief Psychologist – one of only two African-American chief psychologists at the time. During his tenure there, he was instrumental in designing the policy on psychological treatment for HIV-infected prisoners.

He participated in hostage negotiations at the Atlanta Prison Siege of 1987.

He is an Associate Professor and Course Director at Touro College of Osteopathic Medicine in New York City. He was the host of Dad Camp and was the Psychologist on The Real Housewives of Atlanta. He is the principal Psychologist on Love and Hip Hop New York, Love and Hip Hop Atlanta, For My Man, Celebrity Damage Control, and They Got Away With It. He is the Aftercare Coordinator and Psychologist for Paternity Court. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #alphaphialpha

[colemonroe]

Blinking down at their hands once Cassie joined them, Cole swallowed thickly, having not expected any sort of physical reaction towards him after what had happened a few weeks ago. Unexpected or not though, it was certainly welcome, and steadying. As a man who often relied on touch to speak for him, he leaned on it for comfort as well. Watching as she brought his knuckles to her lips, Cole almost thought to tell her to stop– those hands weren’t safe, they weren’t pure. They’d just committed murder, and not for the first time…likely not for the last, and they wore so many bloodstains he knew he could never wash off. But he didn’t stop her– he didn’t want to. Selfishly, he wanted the sort of reassurance that touch was powerful enough to give– he wanted to feel like he wasn’t the monster he knew he was.

As she left him to go start on the tea and Cole took a seat on the couch, his shoulders adopted a heavy slouch, almost like he was Atlas, carrying the weight of the world. He could hear the shock in Cassie’s voice and sighed softly, head nodding, “That’d be the one,” he confirmed, eyes never leaving the collection of rings adorning his knuckles. Did he have a good reason? He let Cassie’s question rattle around inside his head for a moment. At the time, he’d felt like he had a good reason, but after a moment of reflection, he couldn’t help but wobble from his initial stance. He’d killed Jeff Decker in a fit of rage– whether or not he deserved it was irrelevant; Cole had lost control either way, and he didn’t like admitting that, not to himself or aloud. “Maybe, maybe not,” he muttered, head shaking.  “He was my father,” Cole admitted for the second time that night. It still cut him as deeply as it had the first time when he’d told Joel and Riley– he figured that showed in the way his expression tensed ever so slightly. He let the confession hang in the air between them for a moment while he sat, eyes never fully reaching hers because he didn’t know how to right now. “I found out about a month ago,” he continued, wincing slightly once he realized the way this looked, like he’d withheld that from her. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth. “Planned on tellin’ ya, then that bullshit outside the Griffith happened, and…” he let his voice trail off then, figuring that night spoke for itself and didn’t need any rehashing. “My mom had left this lockbox for me with my aunt and uncle– had a bunch of pictures and letters she’d written to me, explaining everythin’...there was a paternity test too,” Cole paused, scrubbing a hand across his mouth to snuff out the curse that wanted to leap off his tongue. “Jeff didn’t deny it.” In fact, Jeffrey had had quite a bit to say about it, but he’d get to that later, once Cassie had a chance to digest what he’d told her so far.

continuation from here @colemonroe

Cassie closed and locked the door after Cole stepped in. The air shifted a new heaviness seemed to follow them, man inside. Something within caused the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. Turning, she offered a small comforting smile. "Hey." Taking his raised hands in hers, lacing their fingers together, Cassie held them to her chest. “I’m glad you came to me.” She gently kissed his knuckles before leading him further into the apartment. At the kitchen is where they went their separate ways; Cassie went to prepare the hot water and Cole went to the living room. Her apartment had an open floor plan, meaning she could look over and thoroughly watch Cole as he clearly struggled mentally with something. 

“Agreed - no secrets.” Cassie nodded. She placed the tea kettle under the faucet. Careful steps then moved to the cupboard. She had just set down the second mug on the counter when his words, though almost inaudible, met her ears. Cassie stood frozen. I just killed Jeffrey Decker. It was as if the blood had completely drained her from face, leaving her skin cold and pale. “Jeffrey Decker?” Cassie heard herself asking. “As in Mr. Decker? As in Sawyer’s dad, Mr. Decker?” Finally her gaze found Cole, mouth open in shock. The kettle began to overflow. Switching off the faucet, Cassie made her way over to Cole - stopping just a few feet away from where he sat. “I’m gonna assume you had a very good reason.”

[fbfh]

ok ok that last loud simp eddie piece you did literally killed me and resurrected me at the same time i love a good angsty fic gahhh

Apology video coming soon. Until then fluffy dad!Eddie mom/parent!reader content

He insists the entire time you're pregnant that it's a girl. You tell him it's a 50/50 chance, that no one knows.

"I do." He says it definitively, the way he used to tell you back in high school that you're going to end up together someday, end up exactly where you are now. Even after being together for so long, you still wake up to him touching your face, gazing at you like he wants to kiss you, the way he always has. Now in between smothering your face with the most loving adoring kisses, more than you knew a person was capable of, he kisses your belly, caressing each new stretch mark as it appears and talking to your baby.

"hi princess," he smiles. his confidence is unwavering. you start to think you might be having a girl too. three trimesters later your baby, a healthy little girl you name Rose, is welcomed into the world. watching Eddie hold her, it hits you that he was right again. he's an amazing dad, easily the best you've ever seen. uncle Gareth and uncle Jeff - among your other close friends and family - come to visit often, and there's usually someone over to help with the baby and the housework and spend a little quality time with. once his paternity leave is up and he starts going to the studio again to write corroded coffin's next album with the guys, and he's just overflowing with ideas. He's never been more inspired, felt more right than he did holding your baby. much later when their next tour rolls around, he surprises the crowd with an unreleased song, only played in the nursery in your home together; the lullaby he wrote your daughter. he sings more tenderly, more heartfelt than you've ever seen him, and Rose becomes a fan favorite encore at their shows. during one of those shows, you wait for him in the wings, your daughter now walking and hugging your leg. at the end of the song she slips away, running on stage and crying out for her dad. he greets her with a smile, scooping her up and hugging her close.

"hi dad!" she babbles.

"hi Rosie," he coos. she smiles up at him just like you do, her rainbow brite sweater shining under the stage lights.

"do you want to say hi?" he asks, holding up a mic. she leans in and babbles out a hi, waving to the crowd. he finishes the last verse of the song with the angel he wrote it for in his arms. you wave at him from the wings, and his chest sqeezes, realizing his dreams really have come true. none of them have ever seen a crowd full of metal heads cry and fawn as much as they did that night.

[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

The Story of You

Hi guys! Here is Part Three! This part is a little longer, so let me know if you prefer them longer or shorter! All the love, Mar

Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

Click on the visuals to enhance your reading experience! Back flashes are in italics

Part 3: Introductions

May 20, 2021: Eleven Weeks

Harry. New York City, New York. 12:22 Am

After hanging the phone, I decided to grab a beer while I waited for Jeff to get here, I took a swig and grabbed the ultrasound she left me, eleven weeks, how can I love someone who has existed for just eleven weeks?

I heard the elevator ding and Jeff say “What could be so urgent that you had me get out of bed at midnight?”, “See for yourself”, I slide him the ultrasound and I watch him go pale and open and close his mouth, he left the ultrasound in the table and looked at me, his eyes were asking me if this was real.

“So, I guess I should call you Uncle Jeff?”, “Harry are you serious? How far along is she? Are you even sure it is yours? How is this possible?”, “Whoa okay, first of all breathe”, I watch him take a deep breath and a sit, he grabs my beer and takes a swig, “Now, to answer your questions; one, yes, I am serious, two she is eleven weeks, almost twelve, three and four, I am 90% sure it is mine, and I’ll tell you in a minute, but for your peace of mind she agreed to undergo any paternity tests required and I do believe that if the baby wasn’t mine she would be very persistent to make sure we didn’t have a test done”, “Oh gee thanks Harry that makes me feel better; now why are you so sure that the baby is yours?”, “Because I saw her back in March”, “What on Earth are you talking about?”

Harry. Los Angeles, California. March 9th, 2021. 7:34 Pm

“I really don’t understand why you think this is a bad idea, Harry! We’ve been dating for four months!”, I dragged my hand down my face again “Because I don’t want to confuse them, they are so young and have gone through so much in the last months that adding me moving in with you to the mix is not okay!”, “Seriously? I don’t understand why, they have met you and love to hang out with you, I don’t see where things could go wrong, but maybe this means we are not on the same page”, “What? No, Olivia you are taking this the wrong way, you know I want to be with you, but you have your kids to think of first”, “Whatever, I will go now, I don’t want to say things I may regret later”.

I winced when I heard the door slam and ran my fingers through my hair, I knew I needed to clear my head, so I decided to go for a drive. After a while I arrived at my favorite beach and got out, people were already leaving so I decided to only grab my cap and hope for the best to not be recognized.

I sat down a few meters between the shore and the parking lot and started to think about the discussion I had with Olivia, I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t want to move in, but I do believe it is still too soon, I mean it took me and Y/N almost a year to decide to move in together, and there weren’t any children involved.

I haven’t thought about her in a while, how was she? Was she still living in New York? Did she think of me too? I took a deep breath, and I could swear my mind was playing some games with me because I could smell her perfume, lavender and honey, I closed my eyes and took another deep breath.

Wait a minute, that was her perfume, was she here? Who I am kidding that would be a one in a million kinda situation and I knew it; I stood up and as I was shaking the sand from by pants I crashed with someone, which resulted in the other person falling to the sand.

“I’m so sor- Y/N?”, she looked at me with her pretty eyes, which were opened so wide I thought they would explode, so my mind was not playing any games on me, she was here standing in front of me, “Harry?”, “Oh my god! What are the odds? How have you been?”, “I’ve been okay Harry, how about you?”, “I’ve been okay too, what are you doing in LA?”, “I had to come sign some papers for the launch of a new campaign and decided to stay for the weekend, I wanted to get some fresh air and a walk on the beach seemed good”, I could tell she was feeling kinda out of place, and just as she was about to talk I beat her and asked “Do you wanna grab some burgers?”

“Harry, I don’t think it is the right thing”, “Oh come on, just one meal and then I’ll drop you wherever you’re staying”, she sighed “Okay, just one burger”; however, after the burgers came some dessert, which led to a bottle of wine bought at a liquor store in the name of ‘enhancing the palate for dessert’ (or so I told her), which led to a few drinks in my house and ended with us in bed together.

I woke up the next day to an empty bed, a fresh brew of coffee, some breakfast and a note that said “I’m sorry, this was a mistake. Enjoy breakfast on me, -Y/N” and my heart broke, which led to me crying in the shower upon the realization that this would never be the same.

Harry. Present time. New York City, New York. 12:22 Am

“Whoa hold on, so you’re telling me that you weren’t crying because of your fight with Liv like you said. H, how could you not tell me?”, “I’m sorry, I felt like that was our goodbye and I wanted to keep it for myself”, I could see him from the corner of my eye on his phone, he let out a breath and said “Shit, the dates do match, and also, what are the odds that you got her pregnant from one time?”, I started blushing and took another swig from my beer, “Oh my god, spare me the details but you did it more than once right?”, I just laughed.

“Even though I don’t want to, we need to have a meeting, so please text her and ask when it works for her, we will rearrange your calendar okay?”, I nodded and I felt my phone vibrate, it was a call from Olivia, but after the news I received, I didn’t want to talk to her, so I declined.

New York City, New York. 7:45 Am

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, I could feel my stomach bubbling and prayed that the nausea would stay at bay. I definitely spoke too soon about not having morning sickness because I’ve been here for the last 40 minutes, and it has been a sight to see.

Finally, I feel like my stomach is starting to settle so I decide to leave my bathroom and go to the kitchen where I brewed a ginger tea, which helped settle my nausea. I sat on the living room, on my way there I grabbed my phone which I left abandoned in the counter when I got home yesterday. I’m surprised to see I have a text from Harry.

From H. Styles (06:30 AM): Hi good morning! I hope I don’t wake you up, it was good to see you yesterday. Speaking of, I told Jeff, he wants to see if you would be able to meet with us? We are open to any time you may have. Also, would you mind sending the information for the appointment? Do you need me to pick you up? xx.

To H. Styles (8:05 AM): Hi Harry, good morning, you didn’t wake me up, I was already up due to morning sickness, feeling better now while sipping in a ginger tea. Of course, we can meet, but please let me know what works for you, I know you both have a lot of things to do, and I am still working from home, if it works for you both, you could come over for dinner? As for the appointment, it is on the 25th, and I definitely appreciate the ride, the appointment is at noon.

From H. Styles (8:06 AM): I’m sorry you feel sick, is there anything I could do to help? Also, we would love to have dinner, please let us know the time, and we’ll discuss about the appointment.

To H. Styles (8:10 AM): Thank you, but as Betty (my midwife) says, this too shall pass soon; does 8:00 work for you guys?

From H. Styles (8:11 AM): 8:00 is perfect, see you soon love. xx

I closed my phone and sighed, I had roughly ten hours to whip up a meal and send the draft that was now overdue. I took a hot shower and got dressed, I started working on the draft and was able to finish it before lunch, which means that now I have about 6 hours to clean up, get ready and cook.

I decided to cook some carbonara pasta and garlic bread along with a caprese salad, I also decided on baking some brownies, I knew Jeff loved them. I set a bottle of white wine to cool and prepared a peach lemonade for me. Once the table was set, I decided to go get ready.

Once I finished dressing, I realized that I had about 20 minutes before they would be here, so I checked on the brownies and bread, they were ready, so I set them out to cool. As I was fixing the pillows on the couch, I heard the doorbell ring, so I took a deep breath and went to open the door.

“Hello sunshine! How are you? How have you been?”, “Hi Jeff, I’ve been good, how about you? How’s Glenne?” I hugged him and he hands me a beautiful bouquet of flowers, “I guess congratulations mama”, “Oh Jeff, these are beautiful! Thank you”, I give him a small smile and turn around to see Harry.

“Hello love, how are you feeling?”, “Hi H, I’m better thanks for asking, come in”, I step to the side and he comes in, I notice that he has a gift bag in his hands, “So I did a little Google research and found that these are wonder remedies for morning sickness, so I bought them for you”, he hands me the bag and I open it, inside I find a tin of pregnancy pops, as well as a box of ginger tea, some hard candy and motion sickness bands, but the last two items catch my eye “Oh my god! Verbena hand crème and room spray! H, this has been a life saver, Betty’s office always smells like verbena, and I swear it is wonderful, thank you, I really appreciate this”, he gives me a small smile and a hug.

I lead them to the living room and offer them something to drink, they both agree on some water, and I take the opportunity to grab the chilled bottle of wine and leave it on the table. We sit down and have a casual conversation until Jeff clears his throat, “So babes, first of all I want to know how you are feeling, and if you want to discuss this now or after dinner”, I see Harry shoot daggers to Jeff. “Harry, it’s okay, I am feeling fine thanks for asking, and we can definitely discuss this now, I am an open book”.

Harry. New York City, New York. 8:30 Pm

Seriously Jeff? We couldn’t have dinner first, could we? I swear I am about to kill him until I hear her voice, “Before we go into deep subjects, I just want to let you both know two things; one, I will be as transparent and cooperative as you need me to be, I really understand the predicament we’re in and I want to make this easier for us; two, if I ever feel that this baby is in danger, I will leave, because his or her safety is the most important thing”.

I see Jeff out of the corner of my eye nodding his head, “Oh honey then we are on the same page; believe me when I say that this is the last thing I want to do, I truly believe in you and everything you say, but I also know that if my higher ups don’t have the information they need the four of us will be in big deep trouble”, my heart feels fuzzy when I hear him refer to our baby.

“I understand Jeff, and above all I value our friendship and really appreciate your blind trust; and knowing what would happen I took the liberty to discuss with Betty the safest options to have a Paternity Test done, and she told me that the two safest and 99% accurate are blood samples or through a sample of my uterus, she has also told me to let you know that she and her office , which is small will sign any documents you may need”.

“We’ll do the blood, it will be quick, easy and we’ll get the results fast, that way we will get corporate out for our backs”, Jeff nodded along to my comment, “Okay then I will set up the appointment and we’ll do both of you at the same time”, I was so grateful that even through the chaos we will be able to make things work.

After a few minutes we decided to have dinner, it smelt so good and looked so mouthwatering, “So, just because I can’t drink wine it does not mean that you guys shouldn’t, and according to Miss Glenne Azoff, this the best wine to pair up with my carbonara”, she smirked, and Jeff shied away.

We had a lovely dinner and we laughed when Jeff started fake tearing up for her brownies which, in my opinion, are the best brownies I’ve ever tried. Conversations flowed and we had a great time but I knew it was time to go, so after saying goodbye and Jeff being grateful he could take home the extra brownies we said goodbye, we agreed that I would pick her up on the 25th.

When we got home Jeff went into the guestroom while I stopped to grab a glass of water when I felt my phone vibrate, I took it out and sighed, I would answer the text tomorrow.

From Olivia Wilde (11:45 PM): I miss you, hope the meeting went well. Maybe we could finish our discussion on you moving in when you come back?

May 25, 2021: Twelve Weeks

New York City, New York. 11:45 Am

He’s nervous. I can tell from his leg shaking and deep breaths, I placed my hand on his knee and offered a little smile, which he returned. Just a few moments later Randy, Betty’s trusty assistant pops through one of the doors and calls my name.

We follow her and I hear her say “Mama you are glowing! How have you felt this week?”, “Thank you Randy, I am feeling well, although the morning sickness has been a little crazy”, we both laugh, and I feel Harry squeeze my hand as she takes my vitals.

After doing so we followed her to Betty’s office, while I sat on the exam table, I saw Harry walk around the office, “This is how everything looks inside?”, I laugh at him, “Well I suppose so”, we sit there in comfortable silence until I Betty comes in.

“Well well well, if it isn’t my favorite patient, how are you darling?” “Hi Betty, everything’s going well, morning sickness kicking the butt, hoping for it to be better soon”, “That’s good darling, so I presume this handsome chap is dad? Hi, I’m Betty, pleasure to meet you”, she stretches her hand, “Hello, m’Harry, nice to meet you too”.

She went through all the routine checkup and then asked us if we wanted to see the baby and hear the heartbeat and as she was getting everything ready Harry reached out and grabbed my hand, I looked at him and gave him a reassuring smile.

Betty turned off the lights and turned on the machine, I decided to keep my eyes on him to see his reaction to meeting his baby for the first time and man was it worth it. The moment Betty focused on the baby he started crying and kissing my hand, she then pressed a button, and we heard the heartbeat, which has us both in tears. After cleaning myself up and Betty leaving the room to get some more prints of the ultrasound, he gave my hand another squeeze and kissed my head while whispering thank you, I just gave him a little smile.

We left the office after programming the next appointment, “Hey, do you want to grab lunch?” I nodded my head and we headed to Soho. After being seated and ordering our food we sat in comfortable silence until he broke it.

“So, we will continue filming My Policeman in London and I decided to leave a few days earlier to go see my mum and Gemma, so I was wondering if you were okay with me telling them?”, “H, you don’t have to ask, of course it is okay, they are their family too, how long will you be gone?”, “Filming should not take longer than two months and a half, but I’m not sure, but hey, we will be in contact okay? I won’t forget either of you”.

May 28, 2021: Twelve Weeks

Harry. Cheshire, England. 6:35 Pm

I forgot how much I hated long flights; my back always felt sore afterwards and motion sickness was not my friend. As soon as I landed Peter, my driver picked me up, we went home and dropped my main luggage, and I grabbed my duffle bag and jumped on the Rover for the drive to Cheshire.

I had arrived a few minutes ago and after a warm welcome and dropping off my bag in my room we were sitting for tea, “So, I have some news for you”, my mom and Gems looked at me with curious eyes and quieted down to allow me to talk.

“Well, a few weeks ago I found out something, and although it is not ideal, I-well we are excited”, Gemma’s eyes popped out of her head and she started tearing up “Are you serious?”, I smiled at her but my mom still looked clueless so I decided to hand her the envelope with the newest ultrasound, the same envelope that changed my life, my mum slowly opened it and she started tearing up, bringing a hand to her mouth and after a few seconds “Really?”

I nodded and cleaned my tears, she stood up and hugged me, Gemma also stood up and hugged me, we were a mess of tears, boogers and laughs, we sat down again, and Gem grabbed the ultrasound while my mom grabbed my hand “So how is she? How did the kids take it?”, “About that, why don’t you check the ultrasound again?”

“What?! Harry-how? Oh, I wasn’t expecting that”, “Well, neither was I to be honest mom”, Gemma was eerily quiet, and I did not know if that was good or bad, “Gem?”, “How is she?”, “She’s doing good, she is not as anxious as she was a few weeks ago when she told me”, “This a lot to process, who else knows?”, “Just you guys, her and Jeff”, “Wait, you haven’t told Olivia?”, “I did not know how okay? I’m already as freaked out as it is”, they both looked at each other and sighed, they reached out for my hand, “Bubby I know it is hard, but you need to talk to her, she’s your partner and she deserves to know”, “I know mum, I’ll talk to her tomorrow”.

We ate dinner and watched some tv, it was almost midnight when we decided to go to bed. i sent a text to Y/N.

To Y/N <3 (12:06 AM): Told mum and Gem, they’re both so happy, said she’ll call you soon.

From Y/N <3 (12:08 AM): Yay! Glad it went well; tell them I say hi.

I went through my night routine and as I was getting into bed I got a notification from my Instagram y/n.y/l/n has posted a photo.

I went in and liked the photo and commented. I closed the app and got conformable when a text arrived, I grabbed my cellphone and I stomach dropped. Shit.

From Olivia Wilde (11:45 PM): Care to explain?

Taglist @dirtytissuebox @onlyamylee

[idontknowreallywhy]

Shine

This little scene arose out of a discussion with @edutainer2022 about a headcanon we share re the boys’ Mom and this lovely fic.

Fluff, with the tiniest glimmer of sad (only just because I love her but she’s no longer with them).

Featuring tiny feral toddler Scotty and a very much besotted husband 💙🤍💕

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

The speaker paused, her eyes twinkling as they always did when she knew the punchline and couldn’t wait to tell it. She completed the joke to an appreciative roar of laughter, a smattering of applause and one enthusiastic whoop.

Jeff wasn’t convinced that more than 50% of the room could actually have entirely got it… niche was an understatement. She’d had to explain several recent controversies from the world of experimental astrophysics to him last night before he appreciated that that particular part of the twelfth rewrite of her speech was actually funny on three different levels… but it didn’t matter.

You didn’t have to be married to this woman to know she could read out a grocery list and carry the adoring audience along with her. There was a reason it was the keynote after all.

She’d been so nervous. Same as she was before every paper she’d presented in all the time he’d known her. She’d agonised over the content of every class she’d given, no matter how small. He’d watched her pace the floor for a fortnight, glaring at her tablet in between bouts of frantic typing and clutching at her increasingly wild hair as she growled “WHY ME?” at the ceiling.

“Because you’re brilliant and they love you.”

This had become Jeff’s habitual refrain as he multitasked to perfection - simultaneously reassuring his wife while retrieving their tiny son from the top of the bookcase, the window ledge or, on one notable occasion which thankfully she still knew nothing of - inside the fridge.

She’d huff, never believing him. And yet, as he presumed was the case every time, as soon as she started speaking she relaxed.

And she shone.

Dr Lucille Tracy hadn’t taken the guest lectureship with much thought to the actual ‘lecturing’ part of it at all. That was just the quid pro quo. The offer of a close collaboration with those at the cutting edge of her field, the unparalleled opportunity to continue her research with the help of the brightest young minds - it should have been a no-brainer.

In the ordinary circumstances of their life, however, it would have been far too much alongside the remote but demanding day job at NASA, the all-day-and-most-of-the-night job raising a toddler whirlwind and the exhausting 24/7 secret mission of growing his sibling.

Jeff melted a little more as the love of his life shifted her stance behind the lecturn and ran a hand absently over the rapidly increasing bump. Alright, so they were probably long past the covert stage of that one now… she complained she was heavy and slow but was overtly glowing with life.

Again, Jeff thanked the stars she loved so much (and which she absolutely refused to countenance having any impact on their luck whatsoever don’t be ridiculous, Jefferson) that he’d had a well-timed hiatus in missions necessitated by the development and testing of the longer range craft that would hopefully carry him on the next one. He’d taken some rather belated paternity leave and insisted she take up the offer. And here they were.

And she was good at it. Very good.

Jeff had done public speaking training both at college and for work and he knew every trick in the book. But there were things that couldn’t be taught. Some things weren’t tricks after all.

He got the respect, sometimes a little awe from the younger ones. People followed Jeff because they respected him, because he spoke persuasively and, well, because he told them to. They hung on Lucy’s every word because her natural warmth and playfulness drew them in and the fact she seemed somehow to care deeply for each of them meant they stayed. That what she said was brilliant was almost secondary. The fact they happened to be learning from the best was a by-product. People just wanted to be near her.

It was the very reason he’d walked straight past his usual table in the NASA cafeteria that day, and found himself sat amongst a group of strangers listening to her tell some story about a cat in the observatory… or possibly it was a raccoon… he forgot the details but it didn’t matter. He was caught in her orbit and hadn’t regretted it for a second.

Despite the fact this wasn’t even a lecture, only a welcoming speech and that frankly they’d listen to and love any old thing she could come up with - Lucy redrafted and redrafted right up to the last minute, searching for the perfection she felt she owed them. Jeff, more of a rock up and wing it kind of guy, was occasionally exasperated but couldn’t ever convince her it was good enough to leave well alone.

He’d finally persuaded her to grab a couple of hours sleep when Scott had scaled his patently falsely marketed ‘unclimbable toddler gate’ and leaped into bed between the two of them. The kid even wriggled in his sleep. Jeff supposed they should be thankful the tiny flailing elbow hadn’t given her a black eye for her big day.

Their son squealed and bounced excitedly in his Dada’s arms and pointed up at Mommy’s face smiling down at them from the enormous screen and then at the smaller 3D figure on the stage. Jeff knew he shouldn’t really have brought him, but both sets of grandparents had been unavailable and Lee had looked frankly terrified at the prospect of solo responsibility for preventing young ‘Steve’ from leaping off high objects. There were some things you just didn’t inflict on your wingman. He redirected the little guy’s kicking feet from the poor chap in the next seat and helped them find the ground but kept a firm grip on his shoulders

“I know, Scotty, she’s wonderful isn’t she?” He murmured. “But we have to be quiet so everyone can hear her ok?”

The little boy nodded seriously and stood, jiggling quietly between Jeff’s knees, his rapt attention on the screen, his little fists opening and closing by his sides.

Jeff had lost the thread of the speech for a moment, he already knew it so well he hadn’t really been listening to the words as much as the cadence of her voice.

Clearly everyone else had though, as a sudden swell of chattering indicated they were following her instruction to spend five minutes discussing some particular point with their neighbour. It was a cunning ploy to give her chance to take a breath, a swig of water and to check through her mostly abandoned notes to ensure she hadn’t missed anything important.

Jeff bent to help Scott retrieve the multitude of brightly coloured plastic aircraft scattered across the floor in front of them before they became a trip hazard. At least their seats at the far end of the front row meant there was plenty of room for a little chaos.

An elderly gentleman tapped him on the shoulder, a look of expectation on his face and Jeff raced to remember what the prompt had actually been about. He failed, but scrabbled to introduce himself anyway, basking a little in the spark of recognition at the surname and the fact that in this crowd it was his connection to Her that merited it, rather than the minor NASA-specific fame that was attached to anyone who’d spent serious time on Alfie.

He smiled encouragingly as his neighbour launched into an excitable tirade about gamma ray bursts and wondered how far through the five minute break they were. Maybe he should take the opportunity to sneak one of Scotty’s snacks out of the small bag stashed under his chair. As soon as there was a decent gap in this chap’s monologue he’d apologise and…

The atmosphere suddenly changed as the hundreds of conversations shifted in tone from academic to amused with a heavy smattering of “awwwww!” The garrulous gamma enthusiast stopped and looked up and Jeff seized his moment, grabbing a cereal bar with his left hand and reaching for his son with the other.

The right hand closed on air.

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh he had messed up so very, very badly.

Reluctantly lifting his eyes to the only raised object in the room he was just in time to see the curly-haired Houdini complete his speed-toddle across the huge stage and leap into the arms of his crouching Mommy, who looked up and raised a mildly exasperated eyebrow in the direction of his guilt-ridden but helpless father.

He went to stand and approach the front of stage to retrieve his wayward offspring but she shook her head ever so slightly and stood up, hefting Scott a little higher so that his little legs straddled her swollen belly and turned back to the podium.

“I’d like to introduce you all, in person, to my most devoted research assistant. Some of you may remember him from such video conferences as “the one where the laptop learned to fly”, or “the one with the high pitched screaming” and not forgetting my personal favourite “the one with the minor explosion”… say hello to the nice astrophysicists, Scotty.”

There was more laughter, applause and a few more enthusiastic whoops. One of those might have been Jeff.

Scott, who had been making a grab for the microphone looked up at the sudden cacophony and blinked rapidly in the lights. He caught sight of his Dada and waved manically and Jeff couldn’t do anything other than wave back. His wife, free hand resting on the top of the podium, caught his eye and the soft little crinkles at the corners reassured him she wasn’t at all cross and the subtle little three-finger wave in his direction told him how glad she was he was there.

Lucy lifted her gaze to the rest of the audience and cleared her throat.

“Anyway… back to pulsars.”

The captivated crowd immediately silenced as she leapt again into the detail of the research group’s recent discoveries. She showed the way, they followed.

She carried them all with her.

Filled with pride, Jeff drifted to the sound of her voice and luxuriated in the invisible warmth she radiated, strong enough to bathe every soul in the room.

***

The assembled delegates laughed again and applauded and the speaker grinned. The noise died down slowly and he waited for absolute silence, eyes twinkling in the way they always had when he knew the punchline and couldn’t wait to share it. Of course, half the audience were TI employees and knew precisely what the CEO was unveiling - many of them had been working on it for months after all. And yet there wasn’t a metaphorical buttock in the auditorium that wasn’t perched on the edge of its metaphorical seat. It was just the way of things - he showed the way, they followed.

He carried them all with him.

“Anyway… back to that little announcement I promised you.”

There were a few whoops (one might have been Jeff).

The keynote speaker looked up and caught his father’s eye, the soft little crinkles at the corners revealing how delighted he was to see him there. Scott raised three fingers from the edge of the lectern in a subtle salute before continuing.

Filled with pride, Jeff drifted to the sound of his voice and luxuriated in the invisible warmth his son radiated, strong enough to bathe every soul in the room.

And she shone.

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the crackles and pops of old vinyl records. family photos on a diner wall, chronicling the best of you. the flicker of a lighter in the crowd at a concert. a guitar player’s calluses. the comfort of a home-cooked meal. music that you can feel in the marrow of your bones. realising it was all for nothing. having the courage to make hard decisions. family that doesn’t end with blood. holding a grudge. providing the snacks for your dnd group. going to bat for anyone you consider ‘yours’. a seed of resentment taking root in your heart.

statistics.

full name:  florence eustace jefferson iii nickname(s):  jeff. you call him florence, it’s on sight. (his mama calls him florrie, which is also off limits). name meaning:  flourishing age:  twenty-four date of birth:  may 1st star sign:  taurus place of birth: hawkins, indiana current location: hawkins, indiana gender:  cis-male pronouns:  he/him sexual orientation:  bisexual religion:  christian (non-practicing) occupation:  waiter at the three squares diner family:  florence “flossy” jefferson (paternal grandfather), letitia “lettie” jefferson (paternal grandmother, deceased), florence “flow” jefferson jr (father), candace jefferson (mother) education level: college graduate, magna cum laude from michigan state living arrangements:  lives in a terrible apartment with gareth sato financial status:  poor spoken languages:  english, ASL

inspirations.

dave rygalski (gilmore girls) fenris (dragon age) ron weasley (harry potter) eomer (lord of the rings) nick miller (new girl) marty mcfly (back to the future) charles smith (red dead redemption)

biography. (bullying mention)

That’s a girl’s name. It’s the first thing Florence Jefferson heard from the first boy he introduced himself to at kindergarten, and a sentiment that’s followed him ever since. How could it be a girl’s name, when it’s his name, and his dad’s name, and his grandpa’s name, and none of them are girls?

Weirdly, he was kind of hard to bully outside of his unusual name. Jeff has always been very sure of himself (thanks in no small part to his genuinely stellar upbringing), and was always warned not to cut away parts of himself for anyone. It may have been his confidence that alienated him from other kids his age, who saw him as a know it all, and accused him of thinking he was better than them.

Eddie Munson was his first real friend. Meeting him changed everything, including his name - Eddie called him ‘Jeff’, apparently realising how he felt about being called Florence. It stuck.

Jeff was all of six years old when he saw Jimi Hendrix on TV, absolutely shredding his way through the Star Spangled Banner in front of a screaming crowd at Woodstock. He felt something move inside him, and resolved to start saving up for guitar lessons the very next day. He raked a lot of leaves and washed a lot of cars, but he was determined, and when his new guitar was finally in his hands, he felt like he really earned it.

Being part of Corroded Coffin meant a great deal to Jeff. He couldn’t really assimilate to the heavy metal subculture in the way Eddie could, but he could wail on his guitar with the best of them. The band also gave him Gareth, who is as good as a brother.

After high school, Jeff moved away from Hawkins to get his degree. He attended the University of Michigan where he majored in civil engineering, and graduated magna cum laude in 1984.

Jeff came home in time for his grandfather’s retirement (not that Flossy really retired), deciding to help out with the diner while he planned his next move. It was like he never left.

Although he was decidedly an outcast among his peers, Jeff was pretty well thought of by Hawkins at large, being a polite and hardworking young man from a respectable family. He spent a lot of his free time giving back to his community, and would rarely say ‘no’ to a request from his neighbours. 

He was horrified when the town suddenly turned on him and his friends. These people had been his neighbours - his allies - for years, but suddenly they looked at him like he was a stranger, like he wasn’t the same boy who helped maintain the community garden and mowed lawns for people that couldn’t do it themselves. It didn’t matter how much they liked him before, or how helpful he’d been, or who his family was - all they saw was a villain. 

Jeff was furious with Lucas for what he perceived as a betrayal, for putting Eddie and Gareth in danger for the sake of staying ‘in’ with his more popular friends. He refuses to hear any explanations or excuses on the matter, even now.

At the height of the town’s hysteria, the Three Squares diner was vandalised, the front windows covered in graffiti saying ‘devil worshippers’ and worse. It turned something inside Jeff to stone - the fact that they’d involve his family, who had done absolutely nothing wrong, made him sick to his stomach. 

After everything that happened, Jeff fully intended to skip out of town and never come back, but his departure was prevented by the earthquake. He looked at the destruction wrought, at the broken shell of the Three Squares diner, and knew he wouldn’t be able to leave. His family needed him. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the look on his grandfather’s face as he picked through the rubble of the business he built, quietly trying to salvage the precious family photos that previously hung on the walls.

So, Jeff remains in Hawkins. He’s just moved in with Gareth, fed up after three years in his childhood bedroom, which was only ever meant to be temporary.

Time hasn’t done much to heal his wounds. Maybe a year just isn’t long enough, but Jeff swears he’ll never forgive this town for what they did when Calvin Cunningham died.

other things.

jeff knows asl because his grandmother, lettie, was profoundly deaf.

if he could only eat one thing for the rest of his life, it would be grandpa flossy’s famous peach cobbler. the recipe is a well-guarded family secret.

jeff always has a hair tie on his wrist. of course, he has no use for it himself, but he keeps one handy for his mom, or eddie, or anyone else that might find themselves in need.

you don’t spend your entire life at the three squares without learning to cook. jeff isn’t at the same level as his dad or grandpa, simply because he doesn’t care in the same way they do, but he’s no slouch either. he was scandalised when he went to college and realised his roommate couldn’t so much as boil an egg.

jeff has always done a lot of volunteer work, but there was nothing he liked better than his time at hawkins public library. every thursday and second saturday of the month, he’d spend a couple of hours playing ‘old macdonald’ and ‘if you’re happy and you know it’ for the amusement of the local kids. this obviously stopped when the town turned on him, and was firmly put to bed when the library was destroyed.

jeff’s dnd character was a human fighter called cassius cross, who was unceremoniously killed by vecna after charging into battle head-first, as fighters are wont to do.

his favourite band is black sabbath, but he thinks ozzy osborne is kind of a jag.

jeff goes jogging almost every day, and is an enthusiastic rock-climber.

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Don’t Leave Me Alone

This is so long overdue and I apologize for such a long wait but here it is!! I hope you guys enjoy and as always requests are slow, but always open!

Description: over 6k words, dad!Harry, husband!Harry, Pregnant Y/n, Angst, Fluff.

Masterlist can be found here!

Sometimes when you’re pregnant all you need is a little break...

Kids: Connor (2), Rebecca (1)

You felt like a whale, and not one of those cute baby whales you see at the aquarium. No, you felt like a fat Blue Whale that was about to explode. You were six months pregnant and it had not been as glamorous as Beyonce made it seem. So far you had spent the first trimester throwing up at least twice a day and your second trimester going through insane hot flashes that left you contemplating whether going to the grocery store nude would be that bad of an idea. You were hoping your last trimester would be somewhat more bearable but seeing as the two devils inside you were currently competing to see who could break your rib first, you had a feeling it wasn't going to get better.

You weren't usually one to complain out loud or at least about your own personal problems, but this pregnancy, unlike your last two, was starting to get on your last nerve and so was Harry. You admit you were a bit more agitated than normal but Harry was definitely not helping. He had taken his own form of paternity leave a little over three weeks ago after a small scare you had with one of the twins. You thought that having him home so much would be amazing and you could use the extra help with Connor and Rebecca, especially since your baby girl was just learning how to properly walk. So far she had nearly cracked her head against the edge of the shoe rack in your mudroom which had led you to bubble wrap nearly every corner of your house. You were nearly at your wit's end and there seemed to be no end in sight.

Luckily today was Sunday so you let yourself indulge in a few extra hours of sleep while Harry watched the kids. You had kicked him out of bed last night because his body was like a furnace and in between the hot flashes you were having and the fact that you were feeling too insecure to lay naked next to him, you had sent him to the guest room. At 3 a.m. Harry thought nothing of it and since he was sleep deprived as well he probably jumped at the chance to get away from you and get some sleep without all of her moaning and groaning. You and Harry had spent the last week snapping at each other constantly over little things, but you hoped with a couple of more hours of sleep your hormones would cool down a bit even if your body couldn't.  

The sun was already shining through the window as you rolled around to check your alarm clock that read 10:30 a.m. Well, at least you had gotten to sleep in a bit before the twins started their kickboxing match. You had just finished the ever-challenging task of sitting up on your bed when you heard two piercing cries come from downstairs. You carefully pushed off the bed and leaned against the nightstand to gain your balance before heading to your closet to get dressed. The only thing you were willing to wear these days were dresses. They were elastic, lightweight, and the only thing that you wouldn't sweat through 30 seconds after putting it on. You decided that you would try and be optimistic about the day so you wore Harry's favorite blue dress with sunflowers. You should have thrown it out after your first pregnancy but it held so many memories that you couldn't get yourself to part with it. You were just walking out of the room when a crying Connor came barreling towards your legs.

"Mama" he cried as he buried his face in your dress. You could barely see him under your belly but you wrapped your arms around his back and stroked his brown curls softly.

"What happened baby?" you asked quietly as he scrunched the end of your dress in his tiny fists and wiped his eyes.

"I play with Becca... and fell... and dada mad...and I cry" he mumbled.

"Oh, baby I'm sure it was an accident. Is Becca okay?" you asked as you grabbed his hand and started carefully walking down the stairs with Connor.

"Uh-huh mama accident" he mumbled with a slight lisp.

"That's okay, baby. I'm sure daddy was just worried and that's why he got mad. Let's go make sure Becca's okay" you replied back as you made it down the last steps of the stairs.

You waddle passed the kitchen door to find Harry sitting on a kitchen stool with your daughter in his arms, an ice pack placed on your baby girl's lip as big crocodile tears fell down her face.  

"Connor I think Becca would feel so much better if you drew her one of your special pictures. Do you think you could draw her one?" you asked your baby boy as you rubbed his back.

"Yes, mama I draw. Stickers too" he mumbled as he ran into the adjacent living room.

Once your baby boy was cheerful again you made your way to your daughter and picked her up from your husband's arms.

"And what happened to you, my love? I leave you with your dada for five minutes and you get a boo-boo on your lip" you whispered to her as she tucked her face into her neck.

"Dada turned around for 2 seconds and this is what happened" Harry grumbled as he leaned against the granite countertop.

"Two seconds?" you questioned as you bounced your little girl softly. Harry groaned.

"Ok, it was like 5 minutes. Jeff called me and we were trying to figure out when would be a good time to get into the studio before you give birth and I was distracted and I heard her scream and there was blood and I yelled and Connor started to cry and..."

"Harry I told you already that you can't leave her alone. She's just figuring out how to walk and she bumps into everything. What did she even hit her lip on? Every sharp edge of the furniture is wrapped in bubble wrap." you replied harsher than you wanted too.

"I don't know (y/n). I was talking and she must have bumped her lip on the floor or maybe the bottom leg of the table? It wasn't my fault, it was an accident" He exclaimed defensively as he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Harry, it is your fault though. You should have been watching her while you were on the phone. You watch tv while on the phone all the time! The least you could do is watch your own children" you replied back in frustration. You weren't sure if it was your hormones or the fact that you were hungry that was causing the wave of anxiety and anger, but you had a feeling this conversation wasn't going to end well.

"I get it (y/n) I should have been watching her, but maybe if I wasn't getting kicked out of my own bed at 3 am because of your moods. I'll make you some breakfast, maybe it will make you less cranky" he grumbled as he made his way to the toaster.

"I don't want your stupid breakfast and I'm sorry if the two children you helped create make my body feel like it's burning. Maybe we should get you pregnant and see what happens" You repeat harshly as you cradle your baby and went to put her down in her highchair with some cheerios.

"Love, I want to help you... I know this pregnancy has been much harder than the others but I can't help if you kick me out of our bed. You need to tell me what you want me to do" Harry pleaded as he placed some bread in the toaster and turned to face you.

"I want these babies out. I want to not be the size of a whale. I want to sneeze without peeing myself and I want to walk more than five feet without getting heartburn. I want..." you started before the tears began to fall.

"Oh baby, no" Harry mumbled before he ran around the counter to engulf you in a hug. "I know this has been hard and I'm sorry I haven't been as helpful as I should have. I'll make more time for our family and I'll-"

"But I need you to actually do those things, H. You promised me when we got pregnant that you'd be finished with everything by the time the babies got fussy" You mumbled as you put your hands on his chest

"I know, love, and I am, I promise. Once the band and I record a couple more songs in the studio next week I'm all yours," he whispered as you shook your head violently.

"No! You won't be all mine. You'll find something else you'll need to do and then I'll have to watch the kids alone and I can barely walk and you're just going to leave"you all but yelled as you turned your back to Harry.

"(y/n)... what? What are you talking about? Of course, I'm going to be here. I've been home for weeks helping out" he replied back confused.

"Harry every day you've been home you're always locked away in your office or the studio downstairs. You bath the kids, you feed them lunch, great! That's the bare minimum. Who's the one that has to stop their tantrums or bubble wrap the house so they won't get hurt or even try and run around the garden with them while being the size of cow cause it sure as heck isn't you. And then once you're done with the album, you'll be on tour and I'll be alone again." you grumbled angrily.

"(Y/n) you are not the size of a cow and you know I'll give up my music the minute you tell me" he replied.

"I don't want you to give up your music" you stated stubbornly as Harry groaned.

"(Y/n), what is this really about then?" Harry asked tiredly.

"I need a break, Harry... I need to get away from here. The stress and the kids and the babies, I just... I need to go" you cried softly as you wrapped your arms around your bump and watched your baby girl play happily with her food, oblivious to the meltdown happening a few feet away from her.

"Baby, you're scaring me. What do you mean by go away? Do you want to head up north together? We can take the kids up to the cottage or visit my mum" he said quietly trying to hug you, but you stepped away.

"No Harry I need to get away from here... from you" you mumbled just as Connor walked into the room with his drawing.

"Mama look finish," he said with a squeal as you quickly wiped your tears and slowly crouched down to look at his drawing.

"It's beautiful, my love! Why don't we hang it on the fridge so Becca can see it every morning?" You replied back with a small smile as you used all of your strength to stand up again.

Harry saw you wobble slightly and quickly went to help you up from your crouched position. You leaned on his body as he steadied you from falling. You mumbled a quick thanks before going to the fridge with your little boy and helping him place his drawing on the fridge door with some magnets.

"Mommy's very tired baby, why don't you ask daddy and see if he'll make you mac and cheese for lunch while I take your sister up for her nap," you spoke to your son as he nodded with excitement. You carefully went and picked up your daughter from her high chair as Harry grabbed your elbow.

"(Y/n) come on, we're not done talking about all of this. You haven't eaten either. You've got me worried" Harry whispered as he looked at you expectantly.

"I'm not hungry now, thank you. It was a long night and I'm not feeling the best. Go make Connor's lunch, please" You replied as you began to make your way up the stairs.

You finally made it up the stairs with only a bit of heartburn to show for it. You carefully placed your baby girl in her crib and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead. You whispered a quick goodbye and started packing a bag. As you threw some dresses and a couple of sweaters into a duffle bag you called Anne who thankfully picked up on the first ring.

"Hello (y/n), how are you? How are the babies" she spoke cheerfully.

"Hi, Anne. I'm doing okay, the twins are definitely fighters. They're going to be a handful" you sniffled softly.

"Oh, sweetheart what's going on?" Anne asked, concern laced in her voice.

"I need to get away for awhile. Harry and the kids and the babies it's just all too much right now. I feel like I'm losing my mind and my hormones are all over the place and it's just so overwhelming and all Harry and I do is fight and I..." you said as you began to hyperventilate.

"(Y/n), I need you to breathe sweetheart, Okay? Stress isn't good for the babies and you already had that scare a couple of weeks back. Breathe love. Pregnancy can very hard and i know these twins haven't made it easy. Do you want me to yell at Harry for you?" she asked softly.

"No, no, it's okay. I just... I need to go somewhere for a couple of days. Just to get myself together before I say something or do something that I..." you started but you couldn't think straight.

"Okay love, that's okay. Everyone needs a little break every once in a while. Why don't you pack some clothes and your pregnancy pillow and come spend a couple of days here in Cheshire with me? I'll call Harry right now to tell him and he can stay and watch the kids for a bit. Why don't you call Gary and ask if he can drive you?" Anne asked.

"Yes, that sounds good" you mumbled as you began looking for your pillow.

"Ok, my love. I'll call Harry and tell him what's going on so he doesn't worry. You just message Gary, ok?"

"Yes, thank you, Anne. See you soon," you replied as Anne said her goodbyes.

After hanging up on Anne you texted Gary to ask if he could pick you up and drive you to Anne's. He agreed and told you he would be there in 15 minutes, giving you enough time to finish packing and say goodbye to your babies.

You were mid-way through packing your toiletries when you heard Harry's footsteps running up the stairs. He walked past your room and towards Connor's before making his way back to you.

"Mom just called me" he spoke softly as he approached you.

"Yes. Gary will be here soon to drive me up to her house" you replied as you placed your toothbrush in your bag and zipped it close.

"I'm glad he's driving you up... (Y/n) what's... what's going on baby. I need to know what's going through your head right now" he whispered as he wrapped his arms around your body tightly.

"My hormones have been all over the place and then I think the scare a couple of weeks ago has made me even more anxious because I don't want anything to happen to our babies and... I can't sleep well at night and I just..." you stammered as you forced yourself to take deep breaths while Harry rubbed circles into your lower back.

"Shhh, love... I know. I think staying with Mum for a couple of days will be good for you, give you some time to relax. I'll make sure the kids are okay and you just message me when you're ready to come back. I'll be just a call away if you need anything" He replied back as he continued to hug you tightly.

"You're not mad at me?" you asked as you looked him in the eye for the first time since your breakdown in the kitchen.

"Of course not, love. I know this pregnancy has been hell for you and I haven't been the best support these past couple of days so I think it will be good for you to have some time to yourself. I'll make sure the kids are ok and if I need I'll call up Gemma. Now, come on, Gary's waiting outside for you. I'll bring your bag and your pillow while you say goodbye to Connor and Becca" he stated as he placed a soft kiss to your forehead before grabbing your bags and heading down the stairs.

Carefully you slipped on your Dr.Scholls flip flops and made your way to Connor's room to say goodbye. Connor was playing with his blocks on the floor happily as you quietly called out his name as you went to take a seat on the rocking chair in his room. Connor stared up at you with a smile and ran over to hug you.

"Mama look blocks," he said excitedly as he pointed at the tower he had abandoned.

"Yes, baby it's a beautiful tower. Listen, love, mommy has to tell you something, ok? I want you to listen to mommy, ok? Can you listen to mommy?" you asked your little boy as he shook his head vigorously.

"Mommy's going to go spend a couple of days with Grandma Anne while you and Becca stay with daddy. You guys are going to have so much fun together! You're going to play lots of games together and maybe in a couple of days, you can come to visit." You spoke as the little boy frowned.

"I no go grandmas?" He asked quietly as he frowned.

"No baby, not yet. You have to stay and help daddy with Becca. Can you do that for me?" you explained to Connor as he nodded his head and hugged you tighter.

"Thank you, Connor. You're getting to be such a big boy. Thank you for watching your sister for me. Why don't you come with me so I can say bye to Becca and we can meet daddy downstairs" you mumbled as you stood up while taking your son's hand and slowly made your way to Becca's room.

Becca was peacefully sleeping in her crib when you walked in. You didn't want to wake her up and make Harry's day more difficult than it already was so you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and made your way downstairs. Harry was at the door talking with Gary, most likely giving him instructions on getting me safe to Anne's. Harry saw you from the corner of his eye and quickly came to help you down the last few steps. Once you had made it to the bottom, Harry went to grab a lunchbox from the kitchen and passed it to you.

"Packed you a couple of snacks and a sandwich for the road and some of those weird gummies you've been craving," he stated, a small smile on his face as he crouched down to pick up your two-year-old in his arms.

"Say bye-bye to mamma, Connor. We'll see her in a couple of days." Harry mumbled to the little boy that pouted as he waved his little hand goodbye.

"Bye mama" Connor whispered as you kissed his forehead. You smiled with watery eyes as you said goodbye to your little boy before looking at Harry.

"I love you (y/n)" He told you as you whispered a soft 'I love you" back. You gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before walking outside to meet Gary.

You greeted Gary and got into the back seat of the black suburban that would be driving you to Anne's. By the time you rounded the end of your street you were fast asleep.

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Harry's POV:

I was officially going to lose it. I had been close over the years, but if either one of my kids cries one more time today I was going to have a mental breakdown. It had been four days since (Y/n) had gone to my mum's house and I had been left to watch the kids by myself. If there's anything I've learned from the last couple of days it's that my wife is fucking Wonder woman. I don't know how she managed to keep it together for so long because I was falling apart at the seams already.

It's not like I hadn't taken care of the two of them by myself before. I had numerous times when (Y/n) had worked late shifts at the hospital or had taken a weekend trip with her friends but for some reason, these past couple of days have been far worse than any of the previous ones. Becca had made it her absolute mission to try and run herself into every corner she could. So far she had managed to fall at least four times, all ending with a minimum three-hour cry afterward. Connor tried to help calm down Becca but most of the time he would just get upset because she was and they both end up crying. Yesterday had been the breakpoint for me though.

I had managed to keep Becca and Connor from crying all afternoon which was quite a miracle and just as I was putting them to bed, Becca saw a picture of (Y/n) in the hallway and began to scream for (y/n). This consequently woke Connor up who also cried because he could go to sleep so the three of us ended up in (y/n) and I's bed cuddled in the sheets as both of my kids cried through the night. The only person I knew that could fix this situation besides (Y/n) was Gemma and after practically begging her and promising to not be a dick when she came she said yes to helping me out.

After giving up on trying to get the kids out of their pajamas, I grabbed them both in my arms and walked them downstairs to start on some breakfast. They seemed to have tired themselves out with all of their crying so for the time being, they sat down quietly in their respective chairs and munched on their cheerios. I had just finished up making some Oatmeal when the doorbell rang, signaling that Gemma had arrived.

"Mama" Connor mumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

"No baby not mama yet, but aunty Gemma came to visit. Should we go open the door?" I asked as he nodded excitedly.

I grabbed Becca out of her high chair and held Connor's hand as we made our way to the door. As soon as I opened it Connor sprinted into Gemma's arms in a fit of giggles. It was nice to hear him laugh after all the crying that had been going on these past couple of days. I gave Gemma a quick kiss on the cheek before letting her in and walking back into the kitchen.

"Looking a little rough there Har. When's the last time you shaved those whiskers on your lip" Gemma laughed as she grabbed Becca from my arms and held her.

"Shut it. I haven't slept in days. Feel like I'm losing my mind" I mumbled as I poured the oatmeal into two bowls.

"You want anything to eat? Can make some toast and scrambled eggs" I asked as Gemma shook her head.

"Mama mama" Becca mumbled as she clawed at Gemma's shirt.

"I might have boobs like mama but mine, unfortunately, can't give you what you want little one" Gemma replied back as I laughed.

"Lot's of missing mama this week from all of us. Have you gotten a chance to check in with mom yet? See how (y/n)'s doing? Didn't want to be annoying so I haven't called since the first day" I stated as I placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of Connor and gave the other to Gemma to start feeding Becca.

"Mom said she's been okay. I think the fresh air is helping but her hormones are still all over. Mom said she was feeling a bit insecure about her size the other day but was starting to get better about it." Gemma replied as she fed Becca a spoonful of oatmeal.

"Insecure? She's pregnant. I think she's glowing. Nothing more beautiful than a pregnant lady" I said with a frown think about (Y/n).

"I know but Tracey always says that being the pregnant one is different. It feels like everyone's always watching you and now that she has twins she feels even bigger. One baby is bad enough but two of them with your big head inside at once can't be at all comfortable" Gemma said.

"I know but she's big because she has two of my babies and I think she looks breathtaking."

"Did you tell her that recently?" Gemma asked.

"Well... no ... maybe I- I think so" I mumbled as Gemma glared at me.

"I know I know I should have told her more often but I got busy and then Jeff kept calling and she'd kick me out of bed and-"

"Harry everything you just said is why (Y/n) needed a break. You hadn't been paying attention to her at all or the kids because you were so caught up in work. Now that you've realized that as a parent of two and two on the way you need to step it up because your wife can't do it by herself. You can't overwhelm yourself with work especially with the scare (Y/n) had a couple of weeks back."

"I know I know, but I don't know how to help her if she pushes me away" I replied back in frustration.

"Why don't you start by calling Jeff and canceling all those recording sessions you have planned. I know your job and your music is important but you need to put your family first and the health of your wife and your babies" Gemma stated as she wiped some oatmeal off of Becca's cheek.

"I already did! Once (Y/n) left I canceled all of the sessions and interviews and meetings that I couldn't do from home. Told Jeff that after this week I was officially going on a break until after the twins are born and we're all settled." I replied as I passed Connor a napkin for his sticky hands.

"Well did you tell (Y/n) or mom any of this cause (Y/n) is so stressed you'll miss the birth of the babies cause of your work!" Gemma said sternly as she looked at me.

"Bu-but why would she think I'd miss it! Haven't missed any of the births or her appointments?" I groaned.

"I think she's just scared. You were out of town when the bleeding started and she was an absolute wreck when I took her to the hospital. Doctors said they had to give her a sedative because she nearly had a panic attack in the ER and her blood pressure skyrocketed. Mom said she was panicking on the phone when she called her" Gemma replied as she bounced Becca up and down on her lap.

"Careful, she'll vomit. God, I wish I could just see (Y/n) but I don't want to make things worse"

"I think both of you suffered enough with this time apart so why don't you call mom and tell her you and these little rascals are coming up today. Once you called me I texted mom to let her know you'd probably make an appearance today" Gemma replied as she tickled Becca's tummy.

"You're right, I should. I'm going to call mom and let her know. Can you pack Becca a bag and maybe change her diaper?" I asked as I made my way to go find my phone upstairs.

"Bag, yes. Diaper, hell no" Gemma mumbled as I laughed.

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(Y/N) POV:

Today was a good day. You had managed to make it the entire morning without crying which is more than you can say for the other three days you had spent at Anne's house. It looked like you had finally managed to get your hormones under control and were even excited to spend the day in town with Anne. You had promised her that after moping around her house since you got there that you would spend today with her in town as long as you could stop to get one of those chocolate croissants Harry always brought from the bakery.

You waddled down the stairs in the navy blue Gucci dress Harry bought you for Christmas that cinched just above your belly, making you look all the more pregnant. You didn't necessarily like it the first couple of times you tried it on but every time you wore it Harry's face would light up with a smile and that was enough for you to wear it a bit more often.

"Good morning (Y/n), how did you sleep last night? Did the ice pack behind your neck help with the hot flashes?" Anne asked as she sipped her cup of coffee at the kitchen table.

"It was a miracle worker, first time in months that I haven't woken up in a puddle of my own sweat" you replied back as you gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and sat down next to her.

"I'm glad. I know you're not a tea drinker but can I get you some decaf or maybe some hot chocolate? I think I have some from the last time you guys were over" Anne replied as she got up to get her a mug.

"Hot chocolate sounds wonderful. I can make it though don't worry" you said as Anne waved you away and began taking out the chocolate mix.  

"So how are you feeling today? Better with the hormones and such?" Anne asked cautiously as she stirred the hot chocolate and placed it in front of you.

"I've gotten them under control for the most time, I usually only feel like crying when I to miss Harry and my other babies. Wish they could have come up for a bit but it's been nice to spend some time with you and away from the chaos."

"It's been very nice having you here and I can't wait to meet two more of my grandbabies. Speaking of Harry, he called me this morning?" Anne mumbled into her coffee.

"Is he ok? Are my babies ok? Is someone hurt?" You questioned with a jump.

"Everyone's fine don't worry. Just wanted to see how you were doing." Anne replied. You relaxed back into your seat knowing that everyone was ok at home.

"Thank god. I was worried about leaving them with Harry. He's a great dad, but they can be a handful especially if they tag team you with the crying. It's enough to pull your hair out" you mumble as Anne laughs.

"I can only imagine. Gemma was pretty calm as a child, but Harry was my little attention seeker, couldn't put him down without the tears starting"

"Becca's the same way. If you leave her alone more than a quick bathroom break she'll start screaming her head off. I miss them..." you stated as you grabbed a biscuit and shoved it in your mouth.

"Well a little birdy might have mentioned that someone special could be coming up later today" Anne mumbled trying to hide her grin behind her mug.

"What? What do you mean? Is Harry coming up here?!" You asked excitedly as you nearly drop your coffee mug on the floor.

Anne nodded as you crushed her into bear hug and placed a kiss to her cheek.

"Thank you thank you" you whispered as you held her tight.

"It was all Gemma, dear. And besides, I think you both could really use it. From what I hear my grandkids aren't making it the easiest time. They should be here within the next half hour so why don't you go get dressed and I'll get the kids room all set up for them?" Anne replied as she carefully helped you stand and walked you up the stairs.

Once upstairs, you could help but let out a small squeal at the idea of finally seeing Harry and your kids again. It had only been a couple of days and even though you always love spending some girl time alone with Anne, it was time to see all of your babies (Harry included). You decided to take a quick shower before throwing on a coral pink wrap dress that cut off just above the knee. Just as you were putting on your sneakers (probably the most comfortable shoes you own tbh) Anne knocked on the door to tell you that Harry's car had just pulled into the drive way. You smiled and quickly finished tying your shoes before carefully, but quickly, made your way down the stairs and to the front door.

The sight in front of you was almost too much for you to handle. Connor stood at the side of the car staring at the birds playing the bird feeder. His foot pajamas were covered in what you could only assume was banana stains and the shoe laces on his Gucci sneakers were untied. Your husband stood with his back to you as he wrestled with the fussy one year old in the car street. His pajama pants were riding low on his hips and the white cotton t shirt he sometimes wears to bed had a large stain on his right shoulder, most likely from burping Becca. Just as you were about to approach your little family when suddenly you son came running towards you.

"Mama mama... I here" Connor called out as he hurled himself towards you.

"I see that baby! How are you? Were you good for dada?" You asked him as you carefully lifted him up in your arms and nodded his head.

"I good mama. I good" he stated enthusiastically as you placed a kiss to his cheek.

"How is my favorite grandbaby boy doing? Come with me so your mommy can go help daddy with Becca" Anne stated as Connor all but launched himself at his grandma with a squeal.

You gave Anne a smile before walking over to Harry. You tapped on his shoulder and watched as his shoulders relaxed and he carefully turned around to see you. The weeks could be seen right on his face. His hair was shooting out every which way, a curl follow over his eyes every now and then. There was also a slight hint of stubble across his chin which you knew only appeared after he had gone a couple of days without shaving. The stain on the shoulder of his pajama shirt wasn't the only one on his shirt as you saw a couple splatters of green which you could only assume was peas. He was mess all over, but he was your mess. He gave you the soft smile that you fell in love with all those years ago and you practically tumbled into his arms.

"Hello my love" he mumbled into your hair as he brushed a strand of it behind your ear while rubbing his other hand up and down your back.

"Hi H" you whispered as tears began to prick your eyes.

"I missed you so much, the kids and I were a mess without you but I hope you got to relax a bit" Harry whispered into your ear.

"It was nice, but I missed you all a lot. I hope they weren't to much trouble" you mumbled into his neck.

"Let's just say it's a miracle we didn't get a noise complaint from all of the crying but we survived... barely." Harry replied as you laughed.

The two of you stood there for a bit before you began to hear your daughter's soft whines coming from the open car door. You carefully detached yourself from Harry and made your way to your daughter who sat in her car seat, eyes wide looking at the two of you.

"Hello baby. How is my precious girl doing? Did you make daddy's life difficult?" you mumbled in a baby voice as you picked her up from her car seat and cradled her into your neck.

She let out a soft whine before snuggling into your chest and closing her eyes again.

"All she needed was her mama" Harry replied as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and placed a kiss to your temple.

"All I needed was you" you whispered back as you placed a soft kiss to his lips.

"I love you (Y/n)"

"I love you too, H"

[ffakc]

How Sweet It Is - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

Fluff, fluff, and more fluff! @iluvneganandjamie @happysgal @negans-attagirl

“Let’s see, Princess!” Jeff calls into our daughter’s room. Evelyn comes bouncing out in her outfit she picked out herself. “Oh my goodness, come here!” Jeff groans as he scoops her up. He plants a big kiss on her cheek.

“Daddy! Your beard tickles!” Evelyn giggles.

“You look just like your mama. You’re going to make your daddy cry!” Jeff sniffs and puts her down. “Absolutely beautiful, baby girl.”

“I cried enough last night for the both of us!” I laugh, pouring some coffee in each of our mugs. My daughter runs over and hugs my legs. “Didn’t I just give birth to you? How is my baby starting kindergarten?” I pet her hair. “How are you feeling, honey?”

“A little scared, but excited! I get to meet new people and use my new school supplies!” Evelyn replies. I thank the Lord every day she didn’t inherit my social anxiety.

“You got everything you need, Evie?” Jeff asks. He squeezes my waist and kisses me as I hand him his coffee. “I love you, Mama.”

“I love you too, Daddy,” I kiss his cheek.

“I think so! Wait, I need my lunch bag!” Evelyn replies and runs to the fridge, “Thank you, Mom!” she runs over to her puppies, curled up in their beds by the door. “Bye Bandit, bye Honey!”

***

Evelyn jams out to Elton John’s “I’m Still Standing” in the back seat. I turn down the radio slightly.

“Repeat after me, okay?” Jeff glances in the rear view mirror. Evelyn nods.

“I am strong.”

“I am strong.”

“I am funny.”

“I am funny.” Jeff’s words were bringing tears to my eyes. I couldn’t have asked for a better father to my child. I rub his knee and he smiles lovingly at me.

“I am worthy of respect.”

“I am worthy of respect.”

“And most importantly, baby girl, don’t you forget it. I am going to kick kindergarten’s ass! Yay!”

“I’m going to kick kindergarten’s ass!” Evelyn shoots her arm up in the air and we all laugh.

“You’re going to have such a great day today, I just know it. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Dad,” Evelyn grins.

***

We walked into the school, the classroom was right inside the door. We were one of the first to arrive along with two other little boys and their parents.

“Mr. and Mrs. Morgan, it’s so nice to see you again! Hi Evelyn! Today’s going to be a fun day!” Ms. Hayes, her teacher, says and gives her a promising high five.

“Hi, Ms. Hayes!”

“Wonderful to see you too, Miss,” Jeff tips his cowboy hat.

“She’s been talking nonstop about you since ‘unpack your backpack’ night!” I say to Ms. Hayes, “You remind me so much of a teacher I had in sch-“

“Look! My name!” Evelyn skips over to her desk, dragging Jeff by the hand.

“It’s so nice seeing grandparents so involved in a child’s life,” a dad gestures at Jeff. My husband makes a face, holding back laughter. “You must be Mom?” the friendly, bearded man shakes my hand. “I’m Ethan, and that’s my son Asher over there.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Ethan! I’m (Name) and that’s Evelyn. And this is my husband, Jeff,” I link my arm with Jeff’s.

“Husband? Oh gosh, I am SO sorry, Jeff! Me and my big mouth.”

“No worries, my man,” Jeff replies with a laugh. “I never planned on having kids this late in life, but hey. Stuff happens, you know?”

“Life’s sure crazy like that. Hey bud, I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you this afternoon, okay? I love you, kiddo!” Ethan hugs his son and turns back to us, “Hey, maybe we can arrange a play date sometime?”

“For sure!” Jeff replies. Evelyn was already organizing her desk and showing her new pal Asher her glittery pencils. We talk with Ms. Hayes for a few minutes til more people arrive.

“You think you’re going to be okay if we leave?” I ask our daughter.

“I think I will!” Evelyn smiles widely.

“I know you will. Come here,” I get down on my knees and wrap my arms around her. “Mommy loves you so much.” Tears well up in my eyes again. It’s been an insanely emotional day! Jeff strokes my back.

“You’ll see her soon, Mama,” he kisses both our heads. I kiss Evie’s cheek and rise to my feet. Jeff says his goodbyes and holds my hand as we walk out of the building.

“I love my little family,” Jeff says and kisses my hand.

“We love you too. The way Evie looks at you just melts my heart. You’re her hero, Jeff.”

“Aw, shucks, you’re too sweet. Want to go get breakfast or something? My stomach is eating itself alive.”

“Sounds good to me, I need to eat my feelings!” I tease. Jeff opens the car door for me and I pull him into a kiss. “I’m so lucky to have you in my life, you know that?”

“I’m so grateful for you, baby,” Jeff replies, placing his hat on my head. “You’re mine forever,” he kisses my wedding band.

***

I cranked up my 70s music as I rolled meatballs and placed them on a baking sheet. Evelyn requested Jeff’s mom’s spaghetti for dinner. Jeff was out in the pasture baling hay for the animals for winter.

“Here you go, kids,” I toss Bandit and Honey a piece of meat. The back door opens and my sweaty, shirtless husband enters.

“It’s hotter than balls out there!” Jeff tosses his cigarette out the door. I pour a cold glass of water and hand it to my husband with a kiss. He chugs it quickly and rinses his face in the sink. “How Sweet It Is” by James Taylor begins to play. Jeff smiles, “Want to dance, baby gal?” he extends hi hand. “How sweet it is to be loved by you,” my husband sings. He spins me around and pulls me close to his bare chest, rocking me in his arms. “They say ‘nobody’s perfect’, but you and Evie come pretty fucking close. You girls are my entire world. You’ve got me wrapped, you know that? I love you like crazy, Mama” I smile and rest my head in the crook of his neck as he grabs my hips. I savor the music as I plant kisses against his jawline.

“I love you more than words can explain, Daddy. You know, I’ve been thinking about something lately.”

“What’s that, darlin’?”

“I know we said ‘one and done’, but the way I see Evelyn play with younger kids? I want to give her a little brother or sister. My baby fever is insane lately. Seeing you as a dad is so sexy to me. You’re such a nurturing soul, Jeffrey.”

“Yeah? I kind of like the sound of that. She’s such a responsible little thing, I know she’d be a great helper. Plus, pregnancy looks real good on you, doll. You get mighty curvy,” Jeff smirks. “The doctor mentioned that whole ‘advanced paternal age’ thing, but I don’t care. I love being a dad. I would absolutely love to have another one.”

“Really? You mean it?” I ask as the song fades out.

“Of course! You know what the best part about having another baby is?”

“What’s that?” I look into Jeff’s hazel eyes.

“Trying for one,” Jeff smiles with a small chuckle, pressing me against the kitchen counter with a kiss.

[deeplord]

IGHT WELL.. i finished cyberpunk. nd i think i got what the game considers to be the “bad ending”?.. i played a streetkid v whose first real friend ever was jackie  then takemura, both of which got taken “by the city” alongside a myriad of misc. friends & fam throughout her child. a real rapscallion of a kid that felt the first flicker of hope thru jackie fuckin welles and his big leagues dream

all this to say, i rly liked her dynamic with the aldecaldos and panam!! so OBVIOUSLY i chose to do this whole catharsis bit in which she Finally lets herself lean on someone, she Finally releases the helm a bit, takes charge, tells johnny sorry but fuck off this is my meat suit, ive spent my whole life hating this meat suit and the shit hand ive been given by this city but its the one thing it cant take from me

so i chose v & aldecaldos ending, all that about v becoming part of the aldecaldos was great, loved that

but... everything with johnny felt so pointless? LOL mb i just didnt understand all the silly scifi tech talk but like... all that shid with alt just sounded dumb ngl

i guess i really wanted an ending where v could keep johnny? i didnt rly like him myself but my v felt he was kind of a paternal/brotherly figure at that point. i think she’d feel rly alone, in her head, after that

AND THEN SHE JUST HAS TO DIE ANYWAY? and her beefy cop bf river dumps her at the end? but im happy shes finally leaving that wretched vile ass city and i guess thats all i coulda hoped for 

anyway someone tell me if i chose the “”””wrong””” ending, spoil away. i dunno if ill be replaying yet! 

more thoughts on the ending below lol, critical warning tho

bruh im just disappointed. they really hyped up this entire “down with capitalism and big corp” angle, this real delicious “eat jeff bezos” vibe, and i had so much fun developing v to be a hardcore survivalist doesnt give a shit about whatever personal vendetta johnny has against big wigs into a diehard anti-capitalism(anti-arosaka? w/e) probably only exactly 6 notches less than he is himself, only for it to fall so fking flat in the end lol. i deadass thought we would blow up arosaka tower 2.0 but nah we can either flee the city and the cycle of corruption continues or we fuck off into cyber lala land and the cycle of corruption continues