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[sweetnsour1]

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[lightasthesun]

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

[shotmrmiller]

i need simon to be the one neighbor with a generator when the light's been out for days and when you shakily ask him if he can let you at least charge your phone he just drags you into his home and tells you that you can stay if you pull your weight ie. feed him and wash his ripe work clothes.

sure. you don't know how to cook but he eats it like gordon ramsey made it, doesn't even leave crumbs on the table.

you mix colors with whites, dark with light, but luckily for you, all he wears is black. (not like it matters. if you stained a wife beater pink, he'd blame it on his girl mixing her red thready knickers in with his own clothes)

it works, you suppose, but then he tells you that yall are about to have company so make plenty of food. it's 3 others but they all eat like a family of four.

and this is where things take a turn. where he always left you alone before, his hands are on your shoulders. waist. hips. curling around your ankle, thumb digging into your foot beneath the table. the scottish one notices and tells you both to keep it PG. ye're in decent company, he grumbles.

he helps pick up the dishes once everyone's happy and full of whatever you threw in the oven. stands so close he's pining you against the sink, counter digging painfully into your skin.

"they like ya," he says. well yes, you rather noticed when they kept complimenting the science experiment you called dinner. you also noticed that they called you missus. or maybe you misheard. their accents are pretty thick.

after a nightcap, he sends them on their merry way. "the missus is tired. off with ya." so you hadn't misheard.

you aren't sure how one thing led to another. how you'd been aimlessly drying dishes with a rag to having his head between your thighs, tongue dragging between your folds, fingers pressed into you up to the knuckle.

what do you know is that where he bit your neck as you came still aches. he'd been talking filth that would have even a sailor apple cheeked as he used his spit slick thumb to rub your stiff pearl in tight little circles, feeling you felt your peak approaching at a speed that almost frightened you when he sunk his crooked teeth into the junction of your neck. hard.

enough to feel a bit of a stinging tearing of skin.

ouch. you'd ask if this is also a part of pulling your weight but he's doing it for you as he drags you toward his bedroom.

[arkhamsbrat]

𝜗𝜚 — jason todd x civilian reader

in which jason is totally not planning on stealing you away from your shitbag of a bf

part 1 ! part 2 ! part 3 ! part 4! part 5 !

jason wasn’t going to start anything. that’s what he told himself as he left his apartment to go to the party you oh so graciously invited him to.

what he doesn’t know is that it caused another blow up between you and your boyfriend. what’s one more fight? if all his friends can come to his party, you can invite one so you won’t be ignored all night.

you opened the door right as he texted that he was here, heart pounding along with the loud music behind you. he smiled down at you, scarred lip pulling up at the corner. god damn. “party started without me?” jason teased, his voice rumbling deeper in you than the music.

“he’s had people over since 5, didn’t really get a say.” you noticed how his eye twitched, but you didn’t say anything. He cared about you. that’s why it was him you invited. no matter what you did, jason would follow you blindly.

he gave you a soft smile as you led him inside. both of you ignored the glares your boyfriends friends shot at you both. “what’d you do to them?” jason whispered, fist clenched at his side.

“invite you.” you didn’t mean to sound so sad. it was a habit of your boyfriend’s to throw parties and get wasted, just to go flirt with one of his coworkers. you were used to it. jason hated that. glared daggers right back at the group as you pulled him to the couch in the corner of your living room.

hours passed, along with quite a few drinks. your boyfriend still hadn’t acknowledged you. it didn’t matter, jason kept you entertained. even drunk, he talked and talked and talked when he was around you. sometimes, you could see his eyes glimmer when he noticed you really listened to him. “y’gettin’ quiet on me… where’s the chatterbug?” he whispered against your hair.

you hummed, eyes hazy from the fifth smirnoff still swirling in your hand. “just wanna listen t’ya, better than music.” many, many, many girls came in the house, hanging off your boyfriends arm. it didn’t bother you anymore, you had a friend this time. what more could you want?

[archivequinn]

Summary: When it's twelve o'clock at midnight and it's the new year, Eddie feels good enough to sweep you off your feet.

Warnings: it's SMUT. +18 minors go away.

Words: 1,209

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In your small apartment, the final night of the year flowed by in quiet serenity. Outside, the sounds of people’s joyful laughter and the distant crackle of fireworks echoed through the streets, but inside, it was a completely different world—one that belonged only to the two of you. The Christmas movie playing on the TV had long since faded into background noise, forgotten. You no longer noticed the lines or followed the scenes. The bluish light from the screen flickered softly, filling the room with dancing shadows, illuminating Eddie’s face briefly before it melted back into the dimness.

Pizza boxes and beer bottles lay scattered on the coffee table in casual disarray, but neither of you cared. Eddie’s strong arms wrapped around you tightly, forming a warm cocoon. Your skin buzzed with the rhythm of his deep, steady breaths; your lips, pressed together, burned with a heat that defied the cold winter night. Everything moved slowly, deliberately, as if time had decided to stretch itself just for you. Your kisses felt both timeless and infinite, as though you feared losing each other if even a single moment passed.

Eddie's hands roamed over your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your waist before dipping lower to cup your ass. His mouth never leaving its prize as he devoured you with an intensity that left you breathless. The world outside receded into nothingness; all that existed was this moment – you, lost in your own little bubble of desire.

You felt his hardness pressing against your thigh, a reminder that this wasn't just about foreplay – it was about surrendering to your desires. As Eddie's mouth moved from one breast to the other, you felt yourself melting into his touch, your body responding with an urgency that left you powerless. His hands exploring every inch of your skin. It was as if time had stopped; there were no clocks ticking away in the background, no partygoers cheering outside. All that mattered was this moment.

Eddie's mouth was a vortex of pleasure, drawing you in with every gentle tug and soft suckle. He bit down softly on your nipple, the slight sting sending shivers through your body as he pulled it slowly between his teeth. You felt yourself arching into him, begging for more as he lavished attention on each breast. You gasped as he sucked harder, his mouth creating a vacuum. His fingers wrapped around one breast, squeezing gently as he kneaded the flesh with his palm.

Meanwhile, his other hand crept lower down your body, pausing at the juncture of your thighs before delving deeper into the folds of your pussy. His fingers found your clit, stroking it with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left you squirming against him.

You felt his mouth leave your breast for a moment, only to return with renewed intensity. This time, he bit down harder on the nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as he tugged and pulled at the sensitive flesh. You cried out softly into his ear as he continued to feast on you, his mouth and hands moving in tandem like they were choreographed by some unseen force.

Eddie's hand never stopped moving against your pussy; instead, it seemed to gain momentum, his fingers stroking and teasing you with a precision that left you gasping for air. You felt yourself building towards some unknown precipice, your body responding to the stimulation with an urgency that left you powerless against its demands. His fingers continued to tease your pussy, stroking and circling. He slowed his pace, letting the anticipation build as he teased the entrance of you. You felt yourself tensing up, anticipating what was to come.

Suddenly, he plunged two fingers deep inside you, his palm pressing against your pubic bone as he began to fuck you slow and deliberate. The sensation was intense; it felt like he was awakening every nerve ending in your body. Your hips bucked against him involuntarily as he moved his fingers deeper inside you.

As you adjusted to the invasion of his fingers, Eddie picked up speed, pumping in and out of you with a rhythmic intensity. His thumb rubbed circles around your clit as his other hand grasped your hip, pulling you closer to him.

His fingers continued to fuck you with reckless abandon, his movements becoming more frenzied as he sensed your approaching climax. You felt yourself tensing up once more, anticipating the moment when everything would come crashing down around you. Just as it seemed like Eddie was about to push you over the edge, he suddenly stopped moving altogether. He pulled out his fingers and unbuckled his belt with a swift motion before yanking down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion.

You gasped as he sprang free from his confinement, his cock standing thick and hard as he stroked it with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Eddie's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze was burning. Without another moment's hesitation, he pushed himself deep inside you, the sensation of his cock filling you sending shivers down your spine. You felt yourself wrapping around him like a vice as he began to move in slow rhythms, each stroke building upon the last until you were nothing but a quivering mass of pleasure and desire.

As he plunged deeper into your pussy, his cock seemed to grow thicker and harder, filling you with an intense sense of pleasure and desire. His strokes were slow and deliberate at first, but as he gained momentum, they became faster and more frenzied.  His fingers dug deep into your hips as he pulled you closer to him, his mouth pressed against yours in a fierce kiss that left no doubt about how much he wanted this moment.

Just as the clock struck twelve midnight, shouts of joy and the sound of fireworks exploding outside filled the room. Amidst the chaos, Eddie's movements became more frenzied, more aggressive. His strokes growing deeper and harder with every passing moment.

He pounded into you with reckless abandon, his cock slamming against your cervix with a force. The sensation was intense; it felt like he was unleashing all his pent-up energy onto you like a tidal wave crashing against the shore. You felt yourself getting lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, your body responding to every stroke like it was its own personal drumbeat. Your hips bucked against him involuntarily as he fucked you.

You felt yourself on the brink of orgasm, your body tensing up as Eddie ravaged you one last time before pushing deep inside and holding still for what felt like an eternity. It felt like he had unleashed every ounce of passion and desire within himself onto you.

As the fireworks continued to explode outside, Eddie pulled out of you and spun you around, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, his mouth crashing down on yours as he kissed you with a ferocity that left no doubt about how much he wanted this moment.

Eddie's voice whispered against your ear, "Happy New Year, Sweetheart."

You felt a flutter in your chest as you replied, "Happy New Year," before his mouth crashed down on yours in a passionate, long kiss.

credit for dividers: @/strangergraphics

taglist: @multyfangirl @nicholaschavezslut69 @t-folklore13

[zipora666]

WELCOME HOME X MONSTER HIGH AU !

Frank as draculora , Julie as clawdeen, eddie as clawd, howdy as Frankie, barnaby as heat burns, sally as lagoona, wally as Cleo, y/n as deuce and poppy as headmistress!

[danceyreagan]

Its so hard being a black women who likes fanfiction. Like there is just still so little representation. Even when things are “reader” they are coded for white people.

No one is running their fingers through my silky hair. Or brushing hair out of my eyes behind my ear. I have an afro and when I dont its in twists. Also, black women dont really let people touch or play in their hair.

I dont have pink nipples.

I dont blush. My skin will not turn red no matter how hard Im blushing.

Now I thought it was hard in the Peaky Fandom. But there are some amazing black fic writers here and likely more have emerged since I havent been active in the fandom for a few years.

Trying to read Kpop fan fiction, its even harder to find representation.

If you are in any of the fandoms below, please comment or reblog with your fave black fanfic writers.

Mine are

@btsqualityy

@kimnjss

@panjakes

@laketaj24

@xxdearlybeloved

[just-null]

Kokichi, similar to Noritoshi in the sense that they're analytical and kinda tsun, but that's mostly it. This is another Megumi and Noritoshi situation where, on the surface, they appear to be very similar, but you squint and realize they're extremely different.

Whereas Noritoshi isn't as bold because he still holds remnants of pride, Kokichi is just shy about it since it's so new. He won't back down from it, just hesitate.

[Long ass rambles under the cut! + bonus doodles.]

When referring to shyness, Kokichi leans into the awkward and stiff type. There's always confusion and slight fear in his eyes when he's experiencing something new or romantic. He doesn't want to mess up, but if he does, he just hopes it works in his favor.

Being born in a body where he was under constant pain and stress, someone touching him was the last thing he wanted. He'd never known the loving touch of another because the heavens decided he wasn't allowed to.

After meeting you, that yearning to be next to you became too much. To hell with his restrictions. He'd to do whatever it takes to be able to be with you even if he had to sacrifice others to do it.

In retrospect, he feels like he should've done it sooner. Being touched or even grazed doesn't feel like his skin is falling off anymore.. Plus having both arms and working legs is always a good thing. It's new and odd, but not terrible. His mind never once wandered back and regretted those he's thrown under the bus because why would it?

Unfortunately, when his body was being healed, Mahito made him healthy.. and that's all. Knowing Mahito, he'd leave Kokichi to struggle with catching up to the rest of his peers by working for his own stamina, weight, and strength from square one. Though Kokichi isn't complaining much about it. He'd still take this rather than being stuck in that god forsaken tub for a second longer.

He used to hate being fussed over because of his illness. He prefers to do things on his own and now he can. Yet, Kokichi still gets pitiful looks on other's faces when he's too weak to carry something. It makes him want to spit at them, he can use Mechamaru to do his heavy lifting for now. He doesn't need a beefed up body to do it.

Unless you're the "beefed up" one fussing over him.. He doesn't mind it when it's you. In fact, Kokichi feels grateful when it's you, endeared even. He never feels belittled or pitiful when its you.. Only you.

Judging by how he treated panda for having the ability to interact with others in person despite being a cursed corpse, Kokichi has a number of insults and creative verbal abuse he's ready to spew out once someone tries getting a little too close to you. Scratch that, he's rude in general to those he isn't familiar with.

Kokichi has a lot of anger for those he deems ungrateful. What do you expect from someone who thought he was gonna rot in a bathtub for the rest of his life to do? Not harbor resentment? Luckily, he holds just as much, if not more, love for you who he's unbelievably grateful for!

Your affection is so odd to him, a new experience that he never knew he could grow to yearn for. It's not terrible, quite the opposite. It's so wonderful he can't get enough. Every time you're around, he wants to have at least one hand on you at all times. Doesn't matter where, just as long as he feels you're around. Safe to say, he's extremely touch starved.

Oh how Kokichi would drop everything for a walk with you. He'd use every Mechamaru he had just to make sure no one disturbs either of you. Murder is just a side effect if they get too persistent. He just wants to spend time with you!

Though he likes walks, he still gets out of breath easily. Walking is nice, but he still needs time to get used to it. Offering to help will only cause him to lean against you, it's not too difficult, he doesn't weigh much for better or worse. He loves when you lend him a hand, it's just another reason to get close to you.

When you part, it's only natural that Kokichi gifts you a little trinket he made. Rejecting it will only reward you with the most devastated frown, so just accept it. If you get rid of it when coming home, it somehow always finds its way back to you? Destroying it will lead to Kokichi giving you another one.

Yes, it follows and watches you, but it's just to keep you safe! Who knows what could happen. Whether or not the little trinkets are subtle, all depends on how you reacted to him asking if it was alright to know your location at all times when he's not around. Kokichi is understanding if you're not okay with it. He'll just make his gifts extra subtle so you wont know he's watching.

He just wants to be by your side constantly, even if he's not able to be there in person. Watching you through a screen gives him a sickly familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it's better than not knowing what you're doing. He can even pick up little things about you this way for when he sees you next time! This is nothing but a win-win in his mind even if others beg to differ.

Kokichi never felt blessed. Not once since the day he was born, not until he found you. You who he feels is truly a gift from the heavens. You who he would give up everything to have. In a way, Kokichi is delusional. He sees you as the reason he got a heavenly restriction. It was as if other worldly forces tried to keep him at bay from pursuing you, but you're also the reason he broke his restrictions. He now has the body he wished for thanks to you, his drive, his motivation, his purpose, his love.

[extra shit]

Kokichi’s so fucking low key about being a chuunibyou. you're telling me he named his mech after an anime he watched. half his attacks have ultimate or ultra in the name.. HE MADE A FUCKING MECH. Your ass can't tell me he didn't watch anime while growing up and got inspired to make it a reality. He probably watched Evangelion or something.. Woah, anime dates with him where he makes your favorite creature and uses it to his advantage.. woah.

[Bonus Kokichi verbal abuse]

[cherry-pop-elf]

Human Nature

‘Poof’ Periwinkle Fairywinkle-Cosma x Fem! Reader

Sum: Hazel and Dev were at a cozy little sleep over at your house, since Dev was avoiding his father like the plague. Lead to plenty of talks about Poofs Peri’s childhood. So while the parents are away, it’s time for Peri to play

Warnings: 18+, lots of fluff, , first time (for Peri), boob jobs, Wholesome body positivity, Dominate Reader, it’s very fluffy and wholesome with sex because I said so, nonbinary peri rights, “Woah boobs-“ fairy anatomy vs human, kinda cracky but that’s why you are here anyway, and of course Peri Loves Them Tibbies

“Finally….” Peri gave a groan, as he would slump onto the floor. Not giving a single fairy fuck that he was laying on the cold kitchen ground. His parents can be overwhelming, and now you got to see it first hand.

Hazel, and Dev, were having a sleep over at your place. You were Dev’s neighbor, and one of the painfully few adults he can trust, so he wanted to feel like a normal kid with doing kid things. Like sleepovers.

The only friend he had was Hazel, and it’s hard to have a sleep over with out company. Has Peri’s god parent he couldn’t refuse. So the whole evening was spent with hijinx’s, and some good old parents squealing and sharing pictures a plenty.

You loved learning more about Peri, and did your best to try and give him breathing room. Being his little shield with trying to be the one to ask questions and happily look through the photo albums, while Peri was trying not to break his teeth from all the gritting.

So here you two were. Cosmo and Wanda making sure the kids were safely sleeping, and certainly knocked out themselves, as you two finally savored the peace and quiet of the rest of your home. Just away from it all.

“Say, not to still keep on topic, but I gotta ask. Your dad was the pregnant one, so um. Does that mean he’s trans?” You were curious. Could it be blamed? It would be interesting to know if such concepts like that were even existing across other beings. Curiosity is human nature, may it be for good or evil.

“Trans-? Oh! Trans! Nah-“ Given Peri was raised rather closely to humans, compared to frankly any fairy he certainly is often more aware of those concepts. There is a difference between taking care of a human, and living with a human after.

“Our genders, or is it sex-? Whatever. It’s flipped flopped. Men have the vaginas, girls have the penises. We also can shape-shift after all, so stuff like that is kinda pointless at the end of the day. Like how I was born a boy, but never really felt like a boy, so now I have a penis and go by he/they.” He explained to you, as you tossed him a soda.

“Huh….Girls have the male anatomy, boys have the female…..Woah.” Certainly fascinating to think about. It’s as if it’s a construct, who would have thought? Really was curious to you. Something new.

“And then there are different types of fairies. At the end of the day it doesn’t matter. Not unless you care, for some reason, or want to be intimate.” They would explain to you, as he drank his soda. Just enjoying the cold floor on his exhausted body. Even a fairy can get tired.

“So….Not to get weird, but like….Is your penis like….similar to a human penis?” You were to curious! Fairies were all so new to you! The only reason you were aware they exist was because Dev kinda made you aware. You were someone he trusted. He just had to have you involved. It’s a lot to handle after all. A kid is a kid.

“That’s one way to get into my pants.” He gave an eyebrow wiggle, as you hid behind your soda. A whine of protest, as he laughed at you. Just always the charmer. The one to lead the tango. Maybe you want to spin that dance around.

“Why don’t you show me what’s under the top and I’ll show you what’s under this bottom~” You knew he was just being all talk. They typically were, before suddenly ready for a panic attack. You didn’t want to give him one, but there’s joy in making someone squirm.

“What are you doing-?” He gawked, as he saw that you were following through. Off your shirt went, and you sent it flying over to his face. How it dangled off their crown, leaving just one big violet eye to stare at you. To watch as you unclasped your bra. It was a long day, and underwire is painful.

“I know they aren’t the prettiest things around-“ You started, only to be met with those big fairy eyes sparkling. Literally. Like his pupils were just big ole hearts and sparkles. Seemed to be utterly enchanted at your half bare body.

The fairy was quick to zoom over to you, with your shirt gone in a vanished, as he seemed to be enchanted by your anatomy. That you had to be the prettiest person in the whole world. The whole galaxy! Their eyes were just pure. Not just driven. Not sexually charged. Just admiring you like a sunset.

“You wanna touch them?” You asked, finding it all utterly adorable. We’re all fairies this cute? Had to. Just look at him. How his wings were fluttering like crazy, and their head nodding in eager need. Need to just swallow you whole with his touch.

They were hesitant, but his hands would soon cup them. They were so gentle. Not an ounce of green in those finger tips. Just a fairy enjoying the beauty that a human had. Made you wonder how different fairy’s breasts were compared to humans. Were they different at all? Not like you wanted to ask Wanda to flash you.

“So soft….” He whispered, as he soon just face planted into your chest. Had you laugh, as he seemed to have found heaven in them. Fluttery wings just going wild, as he snuggled into them. Enjoying how soft they were, and easy it was to hear your heartbeat like this. They were just perfect for them.

“You are precious.” You had to admit, as you soon would play with their hair. Gently running your fingers on the back of his neck. Didn’t want to mess with his curl after all. Just wanted to enjoy the gentle little affection. Seemed he was enjoying it plenty.

“So….Gonna keep your end of the deal?” A muffled ‘hm?’ Was spoken into your chest, as you swore he was ready to fall asleep there. The warmth, softness, heartbeat, breathing, they just couldn’t resist it. His kryptonite.

“Come on, it’s fair. Lemme see your magic wand~” You giggled, as you had to pretty much prey his pouting face from your chest. Poor man wanted more, and you’ll be happy to give him more. Such a pouty baby. Arms all crossed, and all huffy.

“Pretty please~? I promise you can play with my boobs more if you do it~” You offered the magical creature. That seemed to be what finally made him follow through. Slowly with sliding his suspenders off his shoulder, before working on his buckle.

“Promise?” He asked, and you nodded. As if you could ever say no to those beautiful eyes. Such a shade of purple you couldn’t quite grasp. As if it was just a color that the human eye couldn’t quite register. It made for such a need to look at them more.

With the zipper down, and some shimmying, you finally got to see what you were excited for. Deep down, you were kinda disappointed though. Not by the dick as a whole. It was a normal dick, that was the issue. Nothing really made it seem supernatural, besides the well groomed purple patch of hair above it. Shaped like a star no less. Ok, that was cute. You couldn’t argue with it. Was going to make your next idea all the easier to follow through.

“As promises, I’ll let you play with my boobs again. But, I have an idea on how you can enjoy them more.” You offered, as he rose a curious brow at you. What could that possibly mean?

“What are you doing down there?” He asked, as you were soon on your knees. Your face under his cock, with a devious smile. The fact he asked you gave into your theory he may be a virgin. You were certain to make this something he will never forget.

“Showing you the magical world of boob jobs.” You said, before you brought his soft cock between your breasts. Gentle you were, as you would slide his dick between them. Squeezing it between your soft tissue, with little kisses to the tip.

“Oh sweet fairy world-“ He moaned, as he held onto the counter for support. Truly an experience they never had before. Was making their whole world spin, as their cock was starting to harden with in your grasp. Mans was in heaven because of you.

“Like it?” You asked, as they eagerly nodded. Just an utter puddle under you. Luckily not literally. Just figuratively. How they were gripping the counter for dear life as they were panting hard. Those pretty eyes fluttered closed, as those thick eyelashes of his were sparkling with held back tears.

You couldn’t help but drink it all in. They looked so perfect like this. Just letting out moans for you to listen on repeat. How so little was to much. You didn’t even do much, and you swore they would cum already. Would their cum be purple too? You just had to know.

You would speed it up, with a devious grin, as he was aching between your breasts. Just throbbing for you. Such a mess from so little. Suppose breasts were their one way ticket to their own heaven on earth.

“Oh jeez oh jeez oh jeez-“ They kept whimpering. Teeth biting hard into their lip, as he just couldn’t stop his whimpers and moans. A harmony of sounds for you to dance to. Ever growing more eradicated in their sounds.

“Gonna cum? Cum all over my tits?” You asked, as that had his already flustered face even redder than ever. Just looking at the sight under him was too much. He couldn’t handle it anymore. He just couldn’t.

“WAIT WAIT I-! AH-!” His hips were soon bucking on their own, as the orgasm hit him. The way their head threw back as their body was on autopilot. Riding out the climax. Just listening to what the new burst of adrenaline in their system gave them.

You were a little disappointed, you couldn’t lie, that it was a normal color. Was hoping it was at least lavender. Didn’t disappoint in the amount though. Was Al over your breasts, your face, you swore it reached your hair even. That’s annoying, but it’s forgiven for Peri. Their first time after all. Can’t be mad at that.

Poor Peri was just trembling. Hardly able to keep themselves up, as you stood up. You were glad you were still in the kitchen, so you just dampened a fish towel to clean yourself up. Probably safer to not consume fairy jizz. Who knows what it could do to your insides. That’s for another day.

“You alright over there?” You asked them, as you would look over. Poor Peri was just a mess. Hair all over the place, still flushed and panting, legs bend and feet turned in. Thought they might faint. Had you worried, before he was soon back to trying to play it cool. Like nothing had happened at all.

“Yep! Totally! Cool cool cool-!” Pants zipped, hair slicked back, just in a blink and it was like he didn’t just have the best nut of his life. Had you giggling, before you returned to him. A kiss to his cheek, and a hug. Because after care is always vital.

“Say uh, um. Do you….Do you think we could do that again sometime?” They asked, as they avoided eye contact with you. Oh who could resist such a cute face? Not you. You gave his flushed little cheek another peck, as you laced both your hands together. Just all smiles.

“As you wish.”

[alice-angel12x]

Happy New Year!!

(Sorry if late) @sketchquill

A fast message from Christmas Future Wally and Christmas spirit present Y/n.

[edmione]

SIR KNEW HOW TO PULL A FRESH HAIR CUT???

via @/em on tiktok

[nottinmyheart]

"She just fell"

Theo Nott/Brothers bsf x Reader/Malfoy

Part Two-

Quite angsty ig but not from Theo!

Writers note: This is my first fic EVER, so please don't judge too harshly, but I'm also welcome to constructive criticism! I was thinking of making this a series, but I guess it depends if people like it or not. Tbh this was all really just for fun and my personal enjoyment!

Summary: You and Theo have been in love for years, but nothing has ever happened. After an incident where your twin brother (Draco) leaves you in tears, you are confused as to Theodores' feelings towards you.

As you stumbled over your own feet and felt yourself begin to collapse, a sudden pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist preventing you from falling. Looking up, your whole body froze as you got lost in his mesmerising mixture of blues and greens for eyes. Breaking you from your trance was his deep, luscious voice which you so badly wished you could listen to on repeat for the rest of your days, "Well this seems familiar." He chuckled. And yes, it did.

Back in 1st year, you had been put in the exact same situation where you were running through the halls, dreading being late to snapes lesson, when you suddenly, abruptly tripped over your own feet. Just to your luck, Theodore Nott had been standing there and observing when he noticed the inevitable before it had even sprung into action. He immediately caught you with ease and couldn't stop himself from admiring every feature on your stunned, gorgeous face. He was consumed by your beauty while you were in the same boat as you stared back at your saviour. You swore it was love at first sight, and little did you know he felt the exact same way. Before either of you could speak, you were interrupted by that bellow of an annoying voice, your older brother (by 10 minutes). "Oi, get your hands off her Nott!" "Huh?" He spun around in confusion and was met with a fairly irritated Draco. "Don't hold her like that." He froze for a second, but after registering his friends words let go of you. "Ugh, Draco, what do you want!" You voiced back clearly unimpressed by his antics. "Draco, is this your girlfriend or something, mate?" Theodore questioned, clearly confused by his demand. "EW!" Both you and draco screeched in unison, quite childish. "NO! She's my annoying baby sister, " he explained, clearly offended by Theodores' outrageous comment. "BABY?!? You are older than me by 10 MINUTES. Don't act like you are any wiser than me!" You retaliated upset by the fact you were referred to as 'baby sister'. "So you are twins?" Theodore stated as he grasped the concept of how he had just fallen head over heels for his best mates twin sister.

"Oi! Get your hands off her, Nott!" There it was, just like last time, of course your brother had to interfere. Theo stiffened slightly at the sound of dracos voice, knowing he had just lost the chance to talk to you. Again. But he didn't let go straight away, and neither did you. Draco was now right next to the two of you and practically ripped you away from Theos hold. "What are you fucking doing Y/N, don't act like a helpless slut in front of my friends!" His voice was filled with malice and the weight of his horrible words poured over you. The hurt that his statement had on you was clear as your eyes began to fill with tears. Theo didn't know if he should defend you or not but seeing how hurt you looked he couldn't just allow you to stand there alone. Not wanting to completely ruin his relationship with draco, he barely held himself back from lashing out on him right then and there. "Dude she just fell! There's no need to start calling her names." Theo clenched his teeth at his friends quick response "She didn't "just fall" Y/N is clearly seeking attention and she doesn't have to seek it from my mates!" You stood there completely shocked from the words coming out of your own brothers, your own twins, mouth. "I- I honestly didn't mean to!" Was all you could splutter out but Draco just looked at you unconvinced. "Yeah whatever, stop acting so pathetic and just fuck off." So you did. As quickly as you could, you ran away from that situation and straight to your safe place.

In the astronomy tower, you were fortunate that no lessons were currently going on as the thought of anyone else seeing you like this, in pieces, made you sick to your stomach. You knew Draco and you were recently growing apart. And he was occupied by girls and rarely talked to you, but you couldn't believe how he had just treated you, his own flesh and blood. He treated you as if you were some trashy pick me girl just trying to find someone to fuck. You weren't that, why did he treat you like that? More tears began to flow down your face in an ugly sob and you couldn't stop.

Your best friends (Pansy and Luna) soon realised you weren't in lesson and questioned Draco as to if you were okay. Seeing the guilty expression on Dracos' face, they both knew he had said something. Although you and Pansy were both in Slytherin, in second year you ran into Luna Lovegood who as peculiar as she was, soon became great friends with the two of you and ever since then, the three of you had been like sisters. Knowing where you were, they both excused themselves and were let go since they used the 'period excuse'.

You were sat on top of the astronomy tower, questioning yourself as to why he would talk to you like that. Maybe you were just attention seeking, I mean, you were deeply in love with his best friend, so you couldn't deny you did want Theodores' attention. But you didn't deliberately fall into Theodores' arms, I mean, you didn't even notice he was there! You were just trying to catch up to your friends after you told them to walk ahead while you spoke to the teacher. And why did Theodore not let go of you? And now that you thought back to it, he did kind of defend you, right? Okay, now you were sure you were delusional, and your confused thoughts only fueled the fountain falling down your face.

Theodore was worried sick about you as he noticed you didn't show up to the next class and he soon saw Pansy and Luna leave the class looking extremely stressed, most likely in search of their lost friend. He felt horrible for just letting you run off and not defending you, and the guilt was eating him alive. But he was also pissed. Pissed at Draco for saying such foul words to you. So when he got the opportunity in class to have a conversation with him, he did. "Dude why the fuck were you so horrible to Y/N. She just fell and I caught her." He whispered in a hushed, stern tone, Draco responded in the exact same way. "She needs to understand that she can't just act like that around my mates. I mean God forbid she actually trys to hook up with one of you." Theodore was beginning to get annoyed at Dracos absurdity again. "But you were fucking horrible. I mean did you see the way you left her!? Plus why is it so bad if she does get with any of your friends? It's not like it would affect you in anyway?" Draco was baffled at this point "You can't be serious? It would affect me in every way and I would never get away from her. She's so annoying and never shuts up, it's not like any of you lot would fancy her anyway." He dismissed the thought, "She's just being dramatic, I'm sure she's fine". Although rage was bubbling over in Theo's head, he left it at that reflecting on how Draco viewed him having a relationship with you would be like.

"I'm sure she's fine." No, you definitely weren't fine, not even in the slightest. As Pansy and Luna made their way up the steps to the astronomy tower, they could hear your desperate sobs and locked eyes with eachother before covering the last few steps, empathy filled each of their eyes and they knew something really bad must have been said as you rarely cry, let alone have a full on breakdown. As you heard steps coming towards you, you frantically spun your whole body around, filled with fear, but relief washed over you as you realised it was only your friends. They comforted you for a good long while, listening to you rant and question yourself. They reassured you and promised it wasn't your fault, which made you feel slightly better, but the question still stood, "Why did Theodore not let go?" Sure, it could easily have been shock, but the way he looked at you, almost as if he never wanted to let you go, made you highly doubt that theory. Before you could dwell on the situation any longer, dinner rolled around, and you had promised your friends that you would go with them (not before you cleaned up and made yourself look presentable first). You couldn't let Draco know how much he had gotten to you. And you couldn't let Theodore see you in this state, even if you didn't yet know how he felt towards you.

[enemiestolovershoe]

Double the Joy

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N and Chris, discover they’re expecting a baby. With the support of Nick and Matt, they face the joys and challenges of pregnancy as they prepare for their new life together.

Words: 8.4k

Warnings: Pregnancy, crying, not proofread

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You and Chris had always been inseparable. Born just one day apart in the same hospital, your moms shared a recovery room, and you’d been told countless times how they joked about the four of you being best friends for life. The bond formed between you and the Sturniolo triplets had been unshakable from day one. You grew up together, went to school together and when high school came, the teasing began.

“Come on, it’s so obvious,” Matt would say, side-eyeing the two of you with a smirk whenever you and Chris would hang out, which was often.

Nick, always dramatic, would stretch his arms wide and proclaim, “Soulmates! They’re soulmates, just admit it!”

At first, it was just jokes. Everyone knew the four of you were close. But then, somewhere in the mess of high school, it changed. The teasing stopped being jokes and started feeling like foreshadowing. One night, the two of you were sitting in his car, talking about everything and nothing, when he said: “I don’t want just to be your friend anymore.”

You’d been dating ever since.

Now, you were both twenty, only a week away from turning twenty-one, and life was good. More than good, actually. The triplets’ YouTube career was taking off in ways none of you had expected. You were thriving in your own ways too, doing some work behind the scenes with their content, but also carving out your own path. Everything was moving forward at the speed of light, and the future seemed so, so bright.

Until one afternoon. You stood in your bathroom, staring at the pregnancy test in your hand, everything in your world crashing to a sudden, terrifying halt.

You swallowed hard, your heart thundering in your chest. It was Positive. The two pink lines were unmistakable. There was no misreading it. Your hand trembled as you set the test on the bathroom counter, your mind spinning out of control. This wasn’t part of the plan. None of this was part of the plan.

You weren’t ready for this — for a baby. You were twenty, for God’s sake. You and Chris were both on the verge of hitting your stride in life, finally coming into yourselves and your careers. The thought of a baby, now, in the middle of all of it… It terrified you. What if this will ruin everything? What if Chris… What if he will leave you?

That thought settled in your chest like a weight, making it hard to breathe. You could almost hear the words, echoing in your mind.

“I can’t do this, Y/N.”

You sat down on the cold bathroom floor, curling your knees to your chest. The fear was choking you, making it impossible to think straight.

Suddenly, you felt a rush of overwhelming emotion — fear, panic, guilt. It all crashed over you in waves, and you grabbed your phone with shaking hands. There was only one person you could call right now. Nick.

You didn’t have a girl best friend, not like most girls your age did. You’d always gravitated toward the guys — Matt, Chris, and Nick.

But with Nick, there was something different. A deeper connection. You both understood each other in a way that no one else could, and Nick had always been there when you needed him the most.

You scrolled through your contacts, finding his name and hitting the call button before you could second-guess yourself.

“Hey Girl, what’s up?” Nick’s voice came through the phone almost immediately, light and teasing like usual.

“I’m pregnant.”

The words were out before you could stop them. You hadn’t even said hello. It just slipped out, raw and unfiltered, your voice shaky and full of panic.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, you thought maybe the call had dropped. But then you heard Nick breathe, a sharp inhale.

“What the fuck did you just say?” His voice cracked in disbelief.

“I’m pregnant, Nick,” you whispered, and just saying it out loud again made your stomach drop. You didn’t even realize you were crying until the tears started falling onto your lap.

“I’m on my way,” he said, voice serious now, all playfulness gone. “Stay where you are. I’m coming down.”

You, Chris, Matt, Nick, and You all live in the same apartment complex, with Nick and Matt living two stories above you and Chris.

Not even five minutes later, Nick was at your door, his knuckles rapping against the wood before you’d even gotten up from your spot on the floor. You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to pull yourself together enough to open the door.

When you swung it open, Nick stood there, his wide brown eyes full of concern and a little bit of shock. He looked at you for a split second, and then, without a word, pushed his way inside.

“Bitch, you’re what?”

His voice was louder than you expected, and that’s all it took. You broke. Right there in the middle of your living room, you collapsed onto the couch, your face buried in your hands as sobs shook through you.

Nick was by your side in an instant, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. His voice softened, his hand running gently over your back. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”

“I’m so scared, Nick,” you whispered, barely able to speak through the tears. “What if Chris… What if he leaves? I can’t—”

“Chris is not going to leave you,” Nick said firmly, his voice steady. “You hear me? He’s not. You two are meant for each other. He loves you. He’s gonna freak out a little, sure, but he’s not going anywhere.”

You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder. The panic was still there, swirling in your chest, but Nick’s calm presence was like an anchor, keeping you grounded when you felt like you were drowning.

“I don’t know what to do,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nick pulled back slightly, just enough so that he could look you in the eyes. “First of all, you’re not alone in this. You’ve got me, Matt, and Chris. We’ll figure this out together, okay? You’re not gonna do this by yourself.”

You nodded, but the tears kept coming. You couldn’t shake the fear — the overwhelming dread that this was going to change everything. That you were going to lose everything.

Nick pulled you into another hug, tighter this time, and you let yourself melt into it. For a moment, you felt safe. But then you heard the sound of keys jingling in the hallway, followed by the front door creaking open.

Your heart stopped.

It was Chris.

“Hey, babe, I—”

Chris’s voice trailed off as soon as he stepped inside and saw Nick sitting on the couch with you, his arm still around your shoulders. His brow furrowed in confusion, and he shifted awkwardly by the door, clearly not expecting to walk into this scene.

“Uh, Nick? What’s going on?” Chris asked, glancing between the two of you, his voice laced with concern. “Why are you here? Is everything okay?”

You couldn’t speak. Your throat felt tight, and your hands were shaking again. This was it. This was the moment. You could feel the panic rising inside you all over again, but before you could say anything, Nick stood up, moving away from you to give you space.

“Chris, you might wanna sit down for this,” Nick said, crossing his arms and nodding toward the chair across from the couch.

Chris’s eyes darted from Nick to you, clearly confused, but he did as Nick suggested, sinking into the chair. “Okay… Can someone tell me what’s going on?”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as Chris’s eyes locked onto yours. You could feel your hands trembling again, and you pressed them into your lap to try and steady yourself. But the words wouldn’t come. You couldn’t do it.

Nick glanced at you, then back at Chris, sensing that you were too overwhelmed to speak. He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breath.

“Chris,” Nick started, his voice gentle but firm, “Y/N’s pregnant.”

Chris stared at Nick like he’d misheard, his mouth slightly open. “She’s what?” His voice was strained, his gaze flicking from Nick back to you, as if he needed confirmation from you to believe it. “Y/N… is that true?”

You couldn’t speak. Your throat felt like it was closing up, and your chest was so tight you could barely breathe. All you could do was nod, barely, as the tears started falling again, silent at first, but soon turning into deep, shaky sobs.

Chris’s expression changed in an instant. He looked stricken, panicked even, but not in the way you had imagined he would be. You’d thought he might be angry or disappointed, but all you saw on his face was concern — deep, raw concern for you.

“Please,” you managed to choke out through your sobs, “Please don’t leave me.”

Chris didn’t hesitate. He was across the room in a second, kneeling in front of you on the couch, his hands finding your shoulders as he looked directly into your eyes. His face was full of emotion — shock, yes, but also something else. Love. Pure, unwavering love.

“I would never leave you,” he whispered, his voice cracking just a little as he pulled you into his arms. You fell into his embrace, burying your face into his chest as the sobs took over again. “I swear, Y/N, I would never leave you.”

His arms were wrapped tightly around you, holding you as if he was afraid you might slip away. You hadn’t realized just how scared you were until you said those words aloud — the thought of him leaving you, of being alone in this, had consumed you.

“We got this. Together. Okay?” Chris whispered into your hair, his hand running gently up and down your back in soothing strokes. “I love you. You know that, right? Nothing’s going to change that. Not this. Not anything.”

Nick stood behind the couch now, leaning over slightly, his hand brushing softly over the top of your head in comfort. “He’s right, Y/N. We’re all in this together. You’re not alone in this. You never will be.”

You pulled back just enough to look up at Chris, your eyes puffy from crying, your breath still shaky. “But… but what about everything? Your career, the triplets… we’re just starting to—”

“Stop,” Chris interrupted, shaking his head firmly, his hands cupping your face. “None of that matters right now. The career, the videos, whatever-. The YouTube channel already is a family channel so why not add another member? — we can figure all that out later. This is what matters. You. Us. Our future.”

His thumb gently brushed away a stray tear from your cheek, his eyes soft as he looked at you. “We’ve been through so much already, Y/N. We’ve got this. You and me.”

You sniffled, trying to pull yourself together, but the tears kept coming. “I’m just so scared, Chris,” you admitted in a whisper, your voice breaking again. “I didn’t plan for this. I wasn’t ready for this. What if I’m not ready to be a mom?”

Chris’s face softened even more, and he leaned in to press his forehead against yours, his voice gentle and full of reassurance. “No one’s ever really ready, Y/N. But I know one thing for sure — you’re going to be an amazing mom. I know you. You care so much, about everyone. This baby is lucky to have you.”

His words hit you deep, and you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the warmth of his embrace. Slowly, the panic that had been swirling in your chest began to subside, replaced by a strange sense of calm. It wasn’t that the fear had disappeared — you were still scared, still overwhelmed — but with Chris here, with his arms around you and his voice steady in your ear, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could handle this.

Nick was still standing behind the couch, watching the two of you with a small, supportive smile on his face. “And you’ve got the best support system, too,” he added, his voice light but sincere. “Me, Matt, our moms and dads, everyone. You’re not doing this alone.”

You smiled weakly at Nick, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. He’d always been good at that, knowing just when to throw in a bit of humor to keep things from getting too heavy. You were lucky to have him.

A few minutes passed in a sort of comfortable silence. Chris kept his arms around you, his fingers running through your hair, and Nick stayed nearby, still being his steady, comforting self. It was the first time since you found out that you felt like you could actually breathe. Like the weight on your chest wasn’t so suffocating anymore.

But then, just as you were starting to settle into this fragile peace, there was a knock at the door.

All three of you froze. For a second, no one moved, and then you remembered. Saturday. Weekly movie night.

“Oh God,” you whispered, your eyes wide as you realized who it had to be. “Matt.”

Chris stood up quickly, running a hand through his hair. “I forgot about movie night,” he muttered, glancing back at you with a mixture of nerves and amusement.

Nick, always the one with a quick comeback, smirked. “Well, guess we better tell him before he starts freaking out about why we’re all sitting here like we’ve seen a ghost.”

You managed a small, shaky laugh, wiping your eyes again as Chris walked to the door. He opened it to reveal Matt standing there, holding a bag of popcorn and a couple of DVDs like he did every week. His face lit up when he saw Chris.

“Hey, man!” Matt greeted with his usual energy, then stopped short when he saw Nick and you sitting on the couch. His expression changed instantly, concern replacing the smile on his face. “Uh, what’s going on? Why does everyone look like they’ve been crying?”

Chris stepped aside, motioning for Matt to come in. “There’s, um… something we need to tell you.”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up, and he closed the door behind him, setting the popcorn and movies on the table before crossing his arms. “Alright… I’m listening. What’s going on?”

Chris hesitated for a second, glancing back at you. You gave him a small nod, signaling that it was okay. He could tell Matt. You trusted him — you trusted all of them.

Chris took a deep breath, then turned back to Matt. “Y/N’s pregnant.”

Matt’s eyes went wide, his mouth dropping open as he stared between the two of you. For a second, you thought he was going to freak out, maybe even panic like you had. But instead, a slow grin spread across his face, and before you could even process it, he was laughing.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” Matt’s voice was filled with excitement, not an ounce of fear or hesitation in it. “Holy shit, I’m gonna be an uncle! Uncle Matt!”

You blinked, caught off guard by his reaction. “Wait… you’re not freaked out?”

“Freaked out? No way!” Matt exclaimed, still grinning like a madman. He rushed over to the couch, practically bouncing on his feet. “This is awesome! I’m so freaking excited! When did you find out? Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

His energy was infectious, and before long, you found yourself smiling despite the whirlwind of emotions still running through you. Leave it to Matt to turn something as life-altering as an unexpected pregnancy into something to celebrate.

“I found out earlier today,” you admitted, feeling a little sheepish. “I’ve just been… processing.”

“Yeah, she’s been freaking out,” Nick added, though his voice was soft and teasing now. “But Chris and I have been doing a pretty good job at calming her down.”

Matt’s eyes softened as he looked at you, and he crouched down in front of the couch, his tone suddenly more serious but still full of warmth. “Hey, it’s okay to be scared. This is huge. But you’re not in this alone, Y/N. We’re all here for you, and we’re gonna support you every step of the way.”

Chris, who had been standing nearby, came to sit beside you again, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “He’s right. We’ve got this. All of us.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence, with all three of them gathered around you — Chris by your side, Nick still standing behind the couch, and Matt crouched in front of you. "Now let's start that movie night yeah?"

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Twelve Weeks Pregnant

Twelve weeks. You were twelve weeks pregnant, and in just a few hours, you were about to see your baby for the first time — well, on a screen at least. It still felt surreal. The morning sickness had eased up, and you’d started feeling a little more like yourself again, but the idea of becoming a mom? That still seemed like a far-off dream, even as your body began to change.

Chris had been incredible through it all, doting on you in ways that made your heart swell. And Matt and Nick? Well, they’d been as involved as ever — particularly Nick, who had turned into your personal pregnancy guru, constantly asking questions and googling every little symptom.

That’s how today happened.

It was supposed to be just you and Chris at the ultrasound, but when Matt and Nick got wind of it, they practically begged to come along.

“Please!” Nick had pleaded over the phone just yesterday. “I need to be there for my future niece or nephew’s first portrait. You can’t deprive me of this moment.”

“I mean, I can come too, right?” Matt chimed in, although much less dramatic than Nick.

You couldn’t say no. These boys were as much a part of this journey as you and Chris were. And truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Now, the four of you sat in the waiting room of the OB-GYN’s office, surrounded by pastel walls, a few outdated magazines on a nearby table, and the low hum of conversation from other patients. You were starting to get nervous. The usual thoughts ran through your mind — what if something was wrong? What if the baby wasn’t okay?

But before you could let your mind spiral too far, Nick leaned over and gently bumped his shoulder against yours, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Okay, real talk. If this baby doesn’t look like a cute little potato on that screen, I’m gonna be disappointed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, grateful for his attempt to lighten the mood. “Nick, it’s a twelve-week-old fetus. It’s not going to look like a baby yet. More like… a bean, I think.”

“A bean?” Matt perked up from the chair beside Nick. “We’re having a bean?”

Chris chuckled from the seat on your other side, reaching over to take your hand. “You really think you can tell what the baby looks like at this stage? It’s mostly gonna be shapes and shadows.”

Nick shook his head dramatically, crossing his arms. “Excuse me, I have high expectations for this child already. And if it doesn’t look like a perfectly round little potato, I’ll demand a refund.”

You burst out laughing, the anxiety that had been building inside you finally easing as the three of them bantered around you.

Matt raised an eyebrow, looking at Nick. “A refund? Nick, this isn’t Amazon.”

“No, but it’s 2024,” Nick shot back. “I’m sure there’s a customer service department somewhere for fetuses that don’t meet our aesthetic standards.”

Chris rolled his eyes, though a fond smile was playing at his lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously supportive, thank you very much.” Nick grinned, then leaned closer to you again, lowering his voice a little. “But seriously, how are you feeling? Nervous?”

You nodded, appreciating the sincerity in his voice now. “Yeah, a little. I just want everything to be okay, you know?”

Nick placed a hand on your arm, squeezing gently. “It will be. You’re in good hands. Plus, you’ve got the three of us here, so if anything feels off, we’ll riot. Doctors included.”

That earned another laugh from you, but his reassurance worked. You leaned your head on Chris’s shoulder, squeezing his hand as you took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the moment settle in around you.

“Y/N L/N?”

A nurse called your name from the hallway, and the four of you stood up together, an odd little unit of excitement and nerves. You made your way into the back, following the nurse into the ultrasound room.

As soon as you stepped inside, you were struck by the odd sense of calm that came with the sterile smell, the soft lighting, and the hum of machines. There was a cushioned bed in the center of the room, and the ultrasound machine sat beside it, the screen dark for now.

Chris helped you onto the bed, sitting down in the chair beside you, while Matt and Nick found their place on the couch at the side of the room. Nick immediately made himself comfortable, crossing his legs and leaning back, while Matt sat forward, elbows on his knees, looking genuinely interested in what was about to happen.

“So, do we get 3D glasses for this part, or…?” Nick asked, squinting at the ultrasound machine.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Dude, it’s not a 3D movie.”

“It’s not?” Nick frowned, leaning forward and pretending to inspect the equipment. “What kind of scam is this?”

The nurse laughed softly as she prepared the machine. “Sorry, no 3D glasses today, but you’ll get a good look at the baby.”

Nick let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, but I expect a detailed visual. I need to see this bean clearly.”

You grinned, lying back as the nurse spread the cold gel across your stomach. Chris held your hand, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin as you both watched the screen in front of you. This was it.

The nurse moved the probe over your belly, and after a few seconds, the screen flickered to life. The dark shapes began to move, forming into something that you couldn’t quite make out at first. You squinted at the screen, waiting.

And then, there it was. A tiny, fluttering shape.

“That,” the nurse said, smiling, “is your baby.”

Your breath caught in your throat as the image came into focus. You could barely believe it. That tiny shape on the screen — that was your baby. Chris squeezed your hand a little tighter, his eyes glued to the screen, his expression soft and full of awe.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, feeling a rush of emotion flood through you. This was real. This was really happening.

Matt sat up straighter, his eyes wide as he stared at the screen. “Whoa… that’s the baby?”

“That’s the baby,” the nurse confirmed, moving the probe slightly to get a better angle.

Nick’s eyes were glued to the screen too, his usual sarcastic comments nowhere to be found for once. “Holy shit, that’s… that’s the bean,” he said softly, his voice almost reverent.

And then, the sound hit. The rhythmic, steady thump of the baby’s heartbeat filled the room, and all four of you froze.

Chris’s breath hitched beside you, his eyes glistening as he listened to the heartbeat, his hand gripping yours even tighter. Matt blinked rapidly, clearly trying to keep his composure, but it was Nick who broke first.

You heard him sniffle from the couch, and when you turned to look at him, you saw the tears streaming down his face, his hand covering his mouth.

“Nick, are you crying?” Matt asked, though his voice was soft, no teasing in it this time.

“Shut up,” Nick muttered, wiping at his eyes. “It’s just— it’s really beautiful, okay? That’s my future niece or nephew in there. Let me have this moment.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your own eyes filling with tears as the sound of the heartbeat continued. Chris leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his voice full of awe. “That’s our baby.”

But then the nurse’s brow furrowed slightly, and she moved the probe again, a curious look crossing her face. “Hold on just a second…”

The room fell silent again as she adjusted the screen, and after a few tense moments, she smiled, looking back at you and Chris.

“Well,” she began, “it looks like there’s more than one heartbeat.”

Your heart stopped. “What?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

The nurse smiled wider, pointing at the screen. “Looks like you’re having twins.”

There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room. Chris’s eyes went wide, his mouth falling open as he stared at the screen. “Twins? Like… two babies?”

You could barely process the words. Twins. Two babies. You were going to have twins.

Matt broke the stunned silence, letting out a loud, disbelieving laugh. “No freaking way! We’re getting two beans?!”

Nick, still wiping at his eyes, blinked in shock. “Holy shit… double the babies, double the chaos. I didn’t sign up for this.”

You couldn’t speak. The tears were flowing freely now as you stared at the screen, watching as the nurse pointed out the two distinct shapes.

Chris turned to you, his eyes shining with emotion. He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Y/N… we’re having twins.”

All you could do was nod, too overwhelmed to speak, but the smile on your face said everything. Chris pulled you into a gentle hug, his hand resting protectively on your stomach as he whispered into your ear, “We’ve got this. No matter what, we’ve got this.”

Nick, ever the dramatic one, let out an exaggerated sigh, though his voice was thick with emotion. “I mean… I guess I’ll be the best gay uncle to those two beans. This is gonna be chaos. But like… the best kind of chaos.”

Matt stood up from the couch, pacing a little as he ran a hand through his hair. “Twins! I can’t believe this! I get to be Uncle Matt twice over. This is the best day ever.”

The room was filled with laughter, tears, and disbelief, but one thing was clear: this unexpected twist — two babies instead of one — had only brought you all closer. This was your family, and together, you could handle anything.

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21 weeks pregnant

At 21 weeks pregnant, you felt more connected to the babies with every passing day. Their kicks and wiggles were becoming a part of your daily life, and with every movement, the reality of being a mom grew more tangible. Today was extra special though—it was the day you’d finally find out the genders of your twins.

Earlier that morning, after your ultrasound appointment, you’d asked the nurse to write the genders down and seal them in an envelope. Rather than finding out right there in the clinic, you wanted to do something fun and intimate with the people you cared about most: Chris, Matt, and Nick.

You’d taken the envelope to the local bakery, explaining your plan for a gender reveal cake. The baker had been thrilled, and after giving a few details, you left the shop with a promise that the cake would be ready by the afternoon. Now, back at home, you and the boys were waiting anxiously for the call to come pick it up.

Nick, as usual, had been the most animated one, buzzing with excitement since morning. “Okay, I’m betting two boys. You can’t convince me otherwise,” he declared, pacing back and forth in the living room.

Matt, sitting on the couch beside Chris, raised an eyebrow. “Why two boys?”

Nick paused dramatically, his hand on his chin. “Because I just feel it. I have a gift, Matthew. A gift.”

Chris snorted, shaking his head. “I thought you said last week it was two girls.”

Nick waved him off. “Yeah, well, I changed my mind. It’s a boy vibe today.”

You grinned at their banter, the nervous energy you’d been feeling starting to melt away. It felt good to have them here with you, filling the space with laughter and excitement instead of the worry that had been creeping in.

Finally, around 3 p.m., your phone buzzed, and the bakery let you know the cake was ready for pick-up. “Alright, let’s do this!” Chris announced, grabbing his keys while Nick let out an exaggerated cheer.

The four of you headed out to pick up the cake, excitement bubbling in the car as Nick rattled off his many theories about what the genders could be. Matt rolled his eyes at his brother, but there was a fondness in his voice when he spoke. “You’ve changed your mind about five times this week, Nick. Let’s just wait for the cake.”

The bakery handed over the box with a smile, and as you made your way to a grassy field you’d found a few months back behind your apartment complex, your stomach fluttered with nervous anticipation. The day was perfect—clear skies, a warm breeze, and the quiet of the open space made it feel like the right spot for this moment.

You set up the blanket and placed the cake box in the middle. The cake itself was simple but beautiful, frosted in white with a question mark piped in blue and pink icing on top. Inside would be the answer to whether you were having boys, girls, or one of each.

Nick was practically vibrating with excitement. “Alright, let’s do this before I explode!”

You chuckled as you handed out four glasses, each one acting as your cake-cutting tool. You explained your plan: you’d all stick the glasses into the cake at the same time, and when you lifted them, the inside of the cake would reveal the colors. It was a fun twist on the usual knife-cutting, something a little different, and everyone seemed on board with the idea.

“All right, everyone ready?” Chris asked, holding his glass above the cake.

Nick, ever the dramatic one, held his glass in the air as though giving a toast. “To our soon-to-be-revealed nieces and nephews, or whatever glorious combination fate has chosen. May they be as fabulous as their Uncle Nick.”

Matt snorted, shaking his head. “Okay, let’s just cut the cake.”

“Alright, here we go. One… two… three!” you counted down, and all four of you plunged your glasses into the cake.

The moment you pulled them out, the colors were revealed: one side of the cake was blue, and the other was pink.

A boy and a girl.

Chris let out a breathless laugh, pulling you into his arms immediately. “Oh my God, we’re having a boy and a girl,” he whispered, his voice filled with awe and joy. “A son and a daughter.”

You smiled, tears welling in your eyes as you took in the sight of the cake. “I can’t believe it,” you whispered, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. “One of each…”

Nick, who had been quiet for a rare moment, suddenly let out an excited squeal. “A boy AND a girl?! This is perfect! Oh my God, I’m going to have the best of both worlds.” He wiped at his eyes quickly, though the tears were already falling. “I’m going to teach my niece how to be a queen and my nephew how to be the most fashionable little dude out there.”

Matt was grinning from ear to ear, clearly thrilled. “Holy shit, this is amazing. I’m going to be Uncle Matt to a niece and a nephew? This is going to be the best!”

You couldn’t stop smiling, the joy and love in the air so thick you could almost feel it. Chris kissed the top of your head, holding you close as the reality of it all sank in. “We’re having a boy and a girl,” he whispered again, almost as if saying it out loud would make it sink in even more.

Nick, wiping away the last of his happy tears, looked over at you and grinned. “This is unreal. This is next-level amazing.”

You chuckled softly, glancing over at him. “Nick, do you remember the 12-week scan? When you asked about the 3D glasses?”

Nick blinked, then broke into a laugh. “Oh God, yeah. What about it?”

“Well,” you began with a grin, “I’m going to have a 3D ultrasound scheduled in two weeks. If you want to join, you’re more than welcome. You too, Matt.”

Nick gasped, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. “Are you kidding me? Of course, I’m coming! You couldn’t keep me away if you tried.”

Matt chuckled, nodding his agreement. “Yeah, count me in. I want to see those little beans in 3D.”

The four of you sat there, laughing, crying, and celebrating in the soft afternoon light. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect moment—surrounded by the people you loved most, the future suddenly felt brighter than ever. You were going to have a son and a daughter, and with Chris, Matt, and Nick by your side, you knew that this journey would be filled with love, laughter, and plenty of unforgettable memories.

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23 weeks pregnant

At 23 weeks, the excitement for the 3D ultrasound had been building for days. You, Chris, Matt, and Nick had been talking about it nonstop—especially Nick, who was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. It was hard to believe that you were already more than halfway through your pregnancy. The little flutters and kicks from your twins were now a daily reminder of the life growing inside you, and today, you’d finally get to see them in a whole new way.

The four of you piled into the car that morning, with Nick riding shotgun and giving directions even though Matt knew the way perfectly well. Chris sat beside you in the backseat, nudging you every now and then as he peppered you with questions. “Do you think they’ll look like you or me?” he asked, his eyes wide with curiosity.

You laughed softly. “I don’t know. I’m kind of hoping for a mix, you know? One might have your nose, the other my eyes. Or the other way around.”

Nick spun around in his seat to join the conversation. “Oh, please, I’m manifesting that they’ll get your eyes, Y/N. You’ve got those big, doe eyes, and it’ll be adorable on a little baby.”

Matt chuckled, glancing at you both through the rearview mirror.

The drive to the doctor’s office didn’t take long, but it felt like forever with the excitement buzzing between you all.

When you arrived, the nurse greeted you with a smile and led you into the ultrasound room. The equipment looked a little more high-tech than the usual scans you’d had so far, and the anticipation doubled as you settled down onto the bed. Chris, as always, was by your side, holding your hand as Matt and Nick took their seats on the couch near the monitor.

Nick’s knee bounced with nervous energy, and he kept shooting quick glances between you and the screen. “I’m not gonna lie, I might lose it when I see them. Like, it’s been cool seeing the regular scans, but this is gonna be next level.”

The nurse smiled at his enthusiasm. “Oh, it’s definitely a special moment. You’ll get to see a lot more detail today.”

You pulled your shirt up to expose your growing belly, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as the nurse applied the gel to your skin. It was cool at first, but you barely noticed, too focused on what was about to happen. Chris squeezed your hand, offering a reassuring smile. “Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, your voice a little shaky but filled with excitement.

The nurse moved the ultrasound wand over your belly, and within moments, the familiar grainy image of your babies appeared on the screen. But this time, it wasn’t just black and white outlines—it was so much more detailed. The 3D imaging brought the shapes and contours of your twins to life, and as the first clear shot came into view, everyone in the room fell silent.

And then, Nick broke the silence. “This is fucking crazy,” he whispered, his voice full of awe. “Look at them! They’re like… little humans! Holy shit.”

Matt leaned forward on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen. “Dude, you can see their faces,” he said, his voice full of wonder. “Like, really see them.”

The nurse pointed to the screen, smiling as she explained what you were all looking at. “That’s your little boy there, on the left. You can see his profile really well—his nose, his mouth, even his little hands curled up near his face.”

You stared at the screen in awe, tears welling up in your eyes. Your son was right there, his tiny face so clear. You could see the shape of his nose, and the curve of his lips. He looked peaceful, floating in the womb, with one hand resting near his cheek as if he were already deep in thought.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, unable to tear your eyes away from the image. “That’s him. That’s our baby boy.”

Chris was silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the screen. Then he let out a soft laugh, his voice thick with emotion. “He looks perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

The nurse adjusted the wand slightly, and the image shifted to reveal your baby girl. She was nestled against her brother, her tiny legs curled up beneath her, and you could see her little face just as clearly.

“And there’s your daughter,” the nurse said gently. “She’s a little more active—looks like she’s moving around a bit more than her brother.”

Sure enough, as you watched, your daughter wiggled slightly, her hand brushing against her brother’s side. The movement made you gasp softly, overwhelmed by the sight of your two babies, so real and so close.

“She’s gonna be the wild one, I can feel it,” Nick said, wiping away a tear as he grinned at the screen. “Already squirming around. She’s definitely gonna keep you two on your toes.”

Matt leaned back, shaking his head in disbelief. “I still can’t get over this. You can see everything—their faces, their little hands. It’s insane.”

You couldn’t help but smile through your tears. “It’s amazing. I can’t believe how clear it is. I mean… I knew they were there, obviously, but this just makes it so much more real.”

Chris nodded, still staring at the screen, his voice soft with emotion. “I’ve never seen anything like this. They’re so… perfect.”

The nurse zoomed in a little, showing more detail of their faces, and the room fell quiet again as everyone took in the sight of your twins. You could see every tiny feature—how their noses were starting to take shape, the little bumps of their eyebrows, even the softness of their lips. It was a surreal, beautiful moment, and it felt like the whole world had shrunk down to just this room and the two little lives on the screen.

Nick, of course, couldn’t stay quiet for long. “Okay, not to be that person, but… am I the only one thinking they already look like little supermodels? Those cheekbones? That’s some top-tier DNA right there.”

Chris chuckled, shaking his head as he wiped his eyes. “Yeah, well, they’ve got their mom to thank for that.”

You nudged him playfully, still overwhelmed with emotion. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

Matt, leaning back on the couch, let out a deep breath. “Man, this is wild. I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited about something in my life. Uncle Matt’s got a lot of spoiling to do.”

Nick shot him a look. “Oh please, you can try to outdo Uncle Nick, but good luck with that. I’m already planning the outfits, the toys, the whole thing.”

The banter between the two brothers faded into the background as you focused on the screen, watching your babies in awe. It was hard to believe that these tiny, perfect little beings were growing inside you. The love you felt for them was overwhelming, and as you squeezed Chris’s hand, you knew he felt the same way.

“These next few months can’t go fast enough,” Chris whispered, leaning closer to you. “I just want to meet them already. Hold them. Be their dad.”

You turned to look at him, tears in your eyes and smiled. “I know. I feel the same way.”

As the nurse continued the scan, capturing more images for you to take home, the room was filled with a mix of awe, laughter, and the kind of love that only grows when family comes together to share something this special.

For the rest of the appointment, you all sat in wonder, making jokes about who the babies would take after, what their personalities might be like, and what kind of trouble they’d get into with uncles like Matt and Nick around. But deep down, you knew that no matter what came next, these little twins were already so loved.

The 3D ultrasound had given all of you a glimpse into the future—a future filled with two tiny, perfect faces you couldn’t wait to meet.

As you and the boys piled back into the car after the 3D ultrasound, Matt slid into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirrors before turning the key in the ignition. The excitement still lingered in the air, and you couldn’t help but replay the images of your twins in your mind—their tiny, detailed faces, the way your daughter wiggled, the calmness of your son. It had been a surreal moment, one that made everything feel so much more real.

Chris sat beside you in the backseat, his hand resting gently on your knee. He gave you a soft smile, clearly sensing you were lost in thought. “You okay?”

You nodded, still processing everything. “Yeah, I’m just… thinking about how real it all feels now. I mean, I’ve been feeling them move, but seeing them like that… it’s something else.”

Nick, who had been uncharacteristically quiet for the first few minutes, suddenly leaned forward from the backseat, sticking his head between you and Chris. “I’m not kidding—that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like… I’ve known they were in there, but now I feel like I’ve met them. Like I’ve already got a favorite nephew and niece.”

Matt chuckled from the driver’s seat, glancing at Nick in the rearview mirror. “Bro, you’re acting like you’re gonna be their dad. Calm down.”

Nick gasped dramatically. “Excuse me, I’m going to be the best uncle those kids could ever ask for. Spoiling them is practically my birthright.”

You laughed, loving the way they bantered, but as you leaned back in your seat, you felt something deeper tugging at your mind—an idea that had been lingering for a while now. You’d been keeping your pregnancy private for months, sharing the news only with close friends and family. But now… now felt like the right time to tell the world.

“Hey,” you said suddenly, interrupting the conversation. “I think it’s time we tell the fans.”

Chris turned to look at you, surprise in his eyes. “You mean, like today?”

You nodded, feeling a rush of certainty wash over you. “Yeah, today. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but after seeing the ultrasound today… it just feels like the right time. We’ve got the gender reveal photos, and now the 3D ones. I don’t want to hide it anymore. I want to share this with everyone.”

Nick sat up straighter in his seat, his eyes wide with excitement. “Oh my God, YES. The fans are going to lose their minds. You know they’ve been suspicious for weeks, right? Every time you post anything, they’re like, ‘Is Y/N pregnant? What’s she hiding?’ This is going to be huge.”

Matt smiled, nodding as he signaled to turn into the parking garage of your apartment complex. “Yeah, people have been catching on. It’ll be nice to finally let everyone in on it. Plus, those photos are perfect for the announcement.”

Chris turned back to you, his expression soft. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m with you a hundred percent if you’re ready, but once we put it out there, it’s out there. You know how it gets sometimes.”

You squeezed his hand, giving him a reassuring smile. “I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I feel ready. I think we should do it.”

By the time Matt parked the car and you all stepped into the elevator, the excitement was palpable. Everyone was tossing around ideas, talking over each other as you made your way up to the apartment. As soon as you walked through the door, you settled on the couch with Chris beside you, and Matt and Nick sat on either side, eager to get started.

Nick pulled out his phone, already scrolling through his camera roll. “Okay, okay, so how are we going to do this? Do we go with a full-on post with, like, a series of photos, or do we just drop one bomb and let the fans go wild?”

Matt shook his head, smirking. “Nah, you can’t just drop one photo. You’ve gotta take them on a journey. Start with something subtle, like a cute couple photo, then hit them with the ultrasound, and then drop the gender reveal. Let them freak out bit by bit.”

You laughed, scrolling through the photos on your own phone. “Matt’s right. We should start slow and build it up. How about this one?” You held up a photo from the gender reveal—the one where Chris had his arms around you, both of you smiling, with the cake between you. It was sweet, intimate, and hinted at something more.

Nick gasped, eyes wide. “Perfect. That’s the one to start with. You both look so cute in that one. It’s the perfect teaser.”

Chris grinned as he leaned over to look. “Yeah, I like that one. It’s subtle but says enough.”

You kept scrolling, finding another photo from the gender reveal—this one of the four of you holding the cake with the blue and pink filling exposed. Everyone’s faces were full of joy, and Nick’s tear-streaked face was front and center. “And then we can do this one. It shows the reveal without saying too much, but people will definitely get the hint.”

Nick groaned dramatically, burying his face in his hands. “Oh God, the fans are going to roast me for crying. But whatever, it was an emotional moment, okay?”

Matt snickered, leaning back on the couch. “Bro, they’re going to love you even more. You’re gonna be the emotional uncle that everyone’s obsessed with.”

Chris looked at you, his eyes softening as he saw how happy and sure you were about this. “You’re really ready, huh?”

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. I want to share this. It feels like the right time, and I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

The boys huddled around as you worked on crafting the perfect post, choosing the photos and writing out the caption together. After what felt like hours of deliberating, you finally settled on something that felt right—a simple, heartfelt message that captured the joy and excitement of the moment. The post read:

“Surprise! 💙💗 We’ve been keeping a little secret for a while now… we’re so excited to finally share that we’re expecting not one, but TWO little ones! Our hearts are so full, and we can’t wait to meet our son and daughter. Thank you all for the love and support—this journey has been so special, and we’re excited to share the next chapter with you. 💫”

After adding the ultrasound photo as the final slide, you took a deep breath, fingers hovering over the “Post” button. Chris leaned over, placing a soft kiss on your temple. “You ready?”

You exhaled, smiling up at him. “Ready.”

With one final press, the post went live. Almost immediately, your phone began buzzing with notifications as fans started reacting, liking, and commenting. The boys crowded around you, watching the chaos unfold in real time as people freaked out about the news.

“Look at that!” Nick said, holding up his phone. “The comments are blowing up! Everyone’s freaking out!”

Matt grinned, scrolling through the messages. “Yeah, and everyone’s losing it over the fact that it’s twins. They were expecting a pregnancy announcement, but not this.”

Chris pulled you into his side, his arm wrapped protectively around you as he smiled. “You did it. Now it’s all out there.”

You leaned into him, feeling a wave of relief and excitement wash over you. The secret you’d been holding for months was finally out in the open, and now the world knew about your little family. It felt right—like everything was falling into place.

Nick, who had been grinning ear to ear, suddenly turned serious for a moment. “You know what? This is just the beginning. I mean, we’re gonna have so much content once those babies arrive. And I’m talking all the cute uncle stuff, playing with them, me crying every time I hold them…”

You all laughed, the energy in the room light and full of joy. As the evening wore on, you spent the rest of the night scrolling through the flood of comments and messages from fans, feeling the love and excitement pour in from all corners of the internet. Your little secret was out, and it felt like the whole world was celebrating with you.

As you curled up beside Chris later that night, your hand resting on your growing belly, you couldn’t help but smile. This was the start of something beautiful, something you couldn’t wait to fully experience with the people you loved most. The future was bright, and you knew that no matter what came next, you’d face it together.

Everything was going to be okay—more than okay. It was going to be perfect.

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[stellewriites]

this is how reading some of the best cod x reader fics the internet has to offer will have you feeling like

[rafeysbambii]

hello, i’m bambi <3

- 20 something

rafe’s deer girl <3

╰┈➤ 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢 <3

- BAMBI is the town’s sweetheart.

the one who volunteers at the hospital after her classes out of the goodness of her heart.

- BAMBI who’s a sensitive little thing.

the one who cried when she dropped her strawberry ice cream at the beach.

- BAMBI who loves nature.

the one who spends lots of her time in the wild feeding the deers, and documenting new flowers.

- BAMBI who is Rafe Cameron’s.

the one who caught Rafe’s eye when he found her planting roses in the middle of summer.

“you trust me bambi?”

..

“yes rafey, i trust you.”

MASTERLIST

RAFE CAMERON

how rafe and bambi met!

rafe protecting his bambi!

bambi feeding strawberries to rafe!

bambi helping rafe sleep!

[takami-takami]

more on sexually repressed Keigo: he doesn't want to scare off his crush with his sex drive so every date is like edging himself almost?? it's so good but so painful and whenever they kiss him they press into him just hard enough he makes a strangled moan/ chirping noise in the back of his throat. yeahhhhhh

🪷 anon

Oh my God, those little makeout sessions at the end of your dates have simultaneously become the highlight of his week and the bane of his existence.

You're his first real crush, he thinks, and that brings with it a myriad of... disorienting feelings that go past just butterflies and innocent longing.

Keigo has a commendable will and ability to conceal his newly found desires; but oh my fucking god he wishes he didn't have to. He knows you want him, too. When he presses himself against you, feathers pick up on that pounding heartbeat not from your chest, but from between your thighs.

It makes him throb in more ways than one, too.

He swats the thoughts away, shooing them off like a dog at the foot of a table. He'll be damned if he doesn't do romance right by you. Oh, you'd think he's such a freak if you knew, he's convinced.

He can't have you thinking that; so with a huff, he squeezes your hand before dropping you off at your front door yet again. The fingers on his right hand twitch when you blow him a kiss. He buries them in his pocket, turning away with a wave on his left before he takes flight, all to go home and fuck that same fist raw for another agonizing night alone.