#while shes pregnant like last time AGAIN???

[bingbongsupremacy]

70 Years Apart

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warning: Y/N use, swearing, rejection, ghosting

Summary: A one-night stand with Bucky before he leaves ends with you pregnant. You tell him what's going on. How will he respond?

*Not Proof Read*

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I didn’t mean for it to happen.

Not the party. Not the drinks. Not the way his eyes locked on mine through the haze of smoke and laughter like he already knew how I tasted. And definitely not the baby now growing inside me.

But it did.

That night in Brooklyn had been one of the last warm ones before autumn settled in, the kind that wrapped the air in a humid cloak and made every movement feel a little slower, a little heavier. I hadn’t planned on going out, but Clara insisted. She said we deserved one last hurrah before the world got darker and we had to prepare for college.

"He's leaving for war," she’d said. "Half the boys are. Might as well dance while we still can. Maybe we'll get lucky." She smirks while eyeing a group of boys leaning against the wall of the abandoned warehouse. The boys-most I've known growing up, are loudly chatting. Bucky Barnes is amongst them.

With liquid courage running through my veins, I asked him to dance. No fear of rejection. No worry. Just confidence. After all, this would likely be one of the last times I saw him for a while. Why not do what I've always wanted to do.

He said yes. Then we danced.

Bucky Barnes was smooth with a capital S, charming in that roguish, self-assured kind of way that made girls swoon and boys scowl. I’d only spoken to him a handful of times before that night — always in passing, always brief. A polite hello in the hallways, a helpful answer when one of us needed help with homework. A smile. A nod. Once, a quick compliment about my dress that made my cheeks go hot. Despite us going to school together all throughout middle and high school, I never really knew him. He had his friends. I had mine.

But that night? He saw me.

And I let him.

We drank. We laughed. We kissed behind a big tree lit by the moonlight. And before I could think twice, I let myself fall into something warm and reckless. It didn’t last long, just one night. We were never looking for anything serious. He was on his way to the war. I was on my way to school. It was one tangled, breathless memory.

Then he was gone. Not gone-gone, not yet. But gone from me. He’d said goodbye with a kiss to my hand the next morning and a promise that he’d write if I ever wanted to talk again.

I never wrote. I didn't need to.

Not until now.

Not until the little stick I bought from the corner pharmacy turned pink in both windows, and I sat down on my bathroom floor and stared at it in shock. I want to curl up and cry. I want to scream. This can't be happening. Not now, not when I had just began school

I don’t know him. He doesn't know me.

We're two strangers who, for one night, spent some time together.

I kept repeating that like it would change the facts. Like it would make the wave of nausea (part baby, part panic) fade from my throat. But it didn’t.

Now I’m here, at the base where he’s training, a dusty field of tents and shouting voices and trucks that roar like thunder. I clench the strap of my bag tighter against my shoulder and try not to bolt. My hands shake as I get closer.

A soldier points me in the right direction. I catch sight of him near the barracks, shirt half-unbuttoned, dog tags clinking against his chest, laughing at something one of his friends said.

He looks even better than I remember. That makes it worse.

I want to turn around and run to Clara, who's waiting in the car. Maybe come back another day. Or not. But I don't. I force myself to stay. “Bucky,” I call out, barely above a whisper.

My heart pounds against my chest.

He turns.

His eyes find mine in an instant, just like they did that night. His smile falters when he sees the worry behind mine.

“Y/N?” he says, confused but smiling. “Wow, I didn’t think I’d see you again. Not here. Why are you here?” He steps closer.

I try to smile but I can't. My worry is too powerful.

“Can we talk?” I ask.

His brows furrow. “Of course. Yeah. This way.” He nods toward a quieter area behind the mess hall. I follow, heart pounding, breath shallow.

He leans against a low wall and crosses his arms. He steadily holds my gaze. “You alright?”

“I… not really.” My voice is so small. I hate it. I don't want to tell him, but I have to. He deserves to know. So I rip the band-aid off. “I’m pregnant, Bucky.”

His face doesn’t change at first. He blinks once. Twice. Like the words haven’t quite landed.

Then they do.

“You’re...? And I’m...?” His voice cracks in a way that makes my stomach twist. “You’re sure it’s mine?” His eyes scan over my body, like he's looking for some sort of proof. His eyes land on my stomach which has not started showing yet.

I nod. “Yeah. It’s yours. I haven't been with anyone since...” That night.

He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a shaky breath. “Okay. Okay. Damn.” I can see the thoughts racing through his head.

I look away and wait for it. The panic. The backpedaling. The "sorry, but I can't, you understand, right?" But it doesn’t come.

He looks back at me with something soft in his eyes. “Are you okay? How… how far along?”

“Almost two months.” I look back at him, surprised by his response.

“And you just found out?” His eyes flicker back to my stomach.

“I’ve known for a couple weeks,” I admit. “I just didn’t know how to tell you. Or if I should tell you. I mean, we don’t really know each other. And you’re about to go to war. This would be so much to add on to your plate. I don’t even know if—if you want anything to do with this.” I gently place a hand on my stomach.

Silence. A breeze kicks up, scattering dust across the ground between us.

“I want everything to do with it,” he says finally. His voice is low, steady. “With you. With the baby. I know we didn’t plan it — hell, we barely knew what we were doing, but I’m not the kind of guy who runs. I promise you that. I helped make it, and I'm going to help raise it.”

I look down. My hands are trembling. It's a relief. I should feel better. But I'm still scared.

He takes a step closer, reaching gently for one of them. “I’m scared, too,” he says. “I don’t know what the hell’s going to happen out there. But I do know this, I’m coming back. And when I do, I’m going to take care of you both.”

Tears prick the corners of my eyes. “You don’t have to say that just to make me feel better.”

“I’m not,” he says. His grip tightens, reassuring. “I’m saying it because it’s true. I’ve seen what war does. I know I might not get another shot at a real life if I don’t hold onto this. Hold onto you.”

“Bucky—” My throat catches on his name.

“I don’t know if I’ll be a good father,” he continues, “but I want to be. And if you’ll let me… I want to try.”

My heart shatters and knits itself back together in a single breath.

“I’d like that,” I whisper. This is going better than I thought.

He smiles, gentle and wide, and for a moment, it feels like maybe the world isn’t falling apart. Like maybe we’re allowed this — just this — before the storm comes.

He leans down, presses his forehead to mine.

“I’m coming back to you,” he murmurs. “No matter what. I promise.”

And I believe him.

God help me, I do.

----

When Bucky leaves we write to each other, almost every day. I give him updates and exciting news and try to keep his hopes up. He sends me beautiful poems and hopes for the future. Through these letters I get to know him, as he does me.

I learn his favorite color and food. What he likes to do in his spare time. He tells me about his best friend, Steve and his family.

I tell him about me.

Suddenly our relationship begins to change. We're not just some people brought together by a surprise baby. We're friends. We're close.

I look forward to reading his letters-to getting to know him more. My anxiety turns to excitement. My happiness turns to love. I began to fall in love with him, and I think he was falling for me too.

Then I got the letter.

Letter from Bucky Barnes

Postmarked: December 13, 1943

My dearest Y/N, I think about you every single day. That night in Brooklyn feels like a dream now, like something too warm and sweet to have been real, like a movie reel I can’t stop replaying in my head. You in that dress, laughing into your glass, your eyes sparkling in the moonlight. I remember every inch of you. And now I think of you with a hand on your stomach, feeling the tiniest flutter of the life we made together. I won’t pretend I’m not scared. Some days out here, the noise is so loud I can’t think straight. But your name grounds me. I whisper it under my breath when the bombs fall. I think of our child — our baby — and I remember why I need to come home. Why I fight. I want to be there when they take their first step. I want to teach them how to throw a baseball, how to tie their shoes. I want hear them learn to talk and laugh. If it’s a girl, I hope she has your eyes. If it’s a boy, I hope he laughs like you do, like sunshine cracking through clouds. I don’t know when I’ll be able to write again. I’m heading somewhere dangerous, can’t say where. But please believe me when I say I’m fighting to come back to you. Every bullet I dodge, every breath I take out here, it’s for you. For the baby. You've given me something to look forward to, to fight for. And I will come home. I love you, Y/N. Yours always, Bucky

Three Weeks Later

Brooklyn, January 1944

The letter is folded neatly, worn at the creases from how many times I’ve read it. Sometimes I hold it against my chest, like I can press his words into my skin and make them stay.

Today I have it clutched in my hand as I waddle, yes, waddle, down the steps of my apartment, the cold air biting through my coat. I’m seven months now. The baby kicks stronger every day. It’s the only thing that reminds me that Bucky was real.

Clara is already standing at the end of the sidewalk, scarf wrapped tight, her eyes glassy. She doesn’t speak.

That’s when I know.

I stop walking. My breath clouds the air in front of me, and suddenly it feels too thick to breathe.

“Clara?” My voice is already shaking.

She walks up, slow and quiet. Reaches out like she’s scared to touch me.

“They came to my house,” she whispers. “Figured you wouldn’t want to be alone.” Her eyes confirm my fears. Sadness. Worry. Pity.

I blink. The world tilts. “No.”

“Y/N…”

“No, no. He said he’d come back.” My chest tightens. The baby kicks hard, as if they can feel the panic rising in me. “He promised, Clara. He promised me.”

“They said it was during a mission. He fell from a train — they couldn’t find a body.”

My heart pounds.

“No body?” My voice latches onto the words like a lifeline. “Then he’s not gone. He’s not. Maybe he’s hurt. Maybe he's lost and they just need to find him! Maybe—”

“Sweetheart—” Clara's voice cracks, emotion coming through.

“Don’t call me that,” I snap, voice sharp and foreign. “Don’t—don’t act like it’s over. He wouldn’t leave me like this. He promised, Clara. He promised me. He promised our baby.”

I press both hands to my belly, trying to ground myself in something real. But the world is cracking open around me. The sidewalk. The snow. The windows lined with frost. It’s all wrong. None of this is supposed to happen. He wrote me. He told me he loved me. He wanted this.

I sink to the steps, knees giving out. This isn't true. She's lying. She has to be. Bucky's going to be home soon. I know it. He has to be.

The letter slips from my fingers into the snow. I snatch it back, heart thudding, and cradle it like a lifeline.

“I’ll keep reading it,” I whisper. “Every day. Until he comes back.”

Clara kneels beside me, arms around my shaking shoulders, but I don’t cry. Not yet.

If I cry, it means I believe he’s really gone. And I’m not ready for that. I don't know if I'll ever be.

Not when I can still feel him in every heartbeat. Not when his baby is still kicking inside me. Not when his last words were a promise.

“I’m coming back to you.”

----

I should have listened to my instincts the night I woke to the sound of the window creaking open.

Brooklyn was never quiet, not truly. Someone's always out and about. But that night was too quiet. I remember the way my breath fogged in the cold winter air as I sat up, rubbing my swollen belly, half asleep.

The next thing I remember is the flash of metal. A deep rumbling voice.

A sharp sting to my neck.

The scream that never made it out of my throat.

My eyes shutting on the image of someone standing next to me.

When I woke again, it was under flickering fluorescent lights. My wrists were bound, cold steel cutting into my skin. There were voices, clipped, foreign. German. One of them said the word Versuchsperson.

Test subject.

I knew that word. My stomach lurched, and not from the baby shifting inside me. From fear.

Where am I?

They didn’t care that I was pregnant. They cared only about what my body could endure.

“If she survives, we can push the limits of cryostasis on vulnerable subjects,” one of the scientists murmured.

“She is carrying Barnes’ child,” another replied, clinical. “Genetic value. Possibly enhanced.”

“Not likely. She looks too far along to have conceived after the enhancement. It's most likely from before. ”

Enhanced? Bucky? What is going on?

No. No, no.

I thrashed as they wheeled me into the freezing chamber — the same kind I’d only ever heard whispers of. It's terrifying.

“Please,” I sobbed. “Please don’t do this. I’m pregnant. Please.” My shoulders shook from fear.

No one looked at me. No one stopped.

The fluid began rising. Cold seeped into my skin like needles.

“I have a baby,” I whispered, teeth chattering, as my body began to shut down. “Please-” I beg.

Everything went black.

-----

I woke to alarms and shouting.

My vision was blurry as I tried to adjust to what's going on.

Not the Hydra voices I’d heard when I went under. No, this time, it was English. American. Familiar.

Memories hit me like a freight train, shocking me as they all rushed back at once.

They cracked the glass, pried me out. My legs didn’t work. My body was limp, useless. But I was alive.

And the baby—

A stab of pain hit me before I could think. Pain worse than anything I could've imagined. My scream tore through the sterile air, and someone was shouting, “She’s in labor!”

I didn’t know what year it was. I didn’t know who these people were. But I knew I wasn’t alone. Not anymore.

Any baby was on the way.

-----

I named him James.

Not for Bucky- not just for Bucky, but for the piece of him that lived inside our child. His eyes are exactly the same. The same shape, the same stormy color. Sometimes, when he laughs, my heart cracks open all over again.

We live in a small apartment SHIELD set up for us. Stark helped with the furniture, though I didn’t ask him to. Said it was the least he could do after “pulling an actual time traveler out of a Hydra tomb.”

The world is… impossible.

There are tiny computers in everyone’s pockets. Cars that drive themselves. Food that comes in boxes with instructions printed on plastic. I still flinch when doors open automatically. Things are very different.

SHIELD checks on us regularly. Mostly research. Blood draws, vitals, endless psychological evaluations. They’re studying me like I’m a relic. And maybe I am.

I try to keep James out of it, but they’re fascinated by him too. “Genetic goldmine,” I once overheard. I don’t let them take him anywhere without me.

He’s my whole world now.

I tell him stories about the 1940s. About jazz clubs and movie theaters with curtains. About his father, though I never have the words right.

How do you explain a love that bloomed and died in less than a week but left a scar that stretched across time?

----

I don’t expect to see him. Not today.

It’s just a standard check-up at the SHIELD facility — a few blood samples, a scan or two, a quiet nod from Dr. Cho saying I’m still stable, still alive, still miraculously whole. I’ve done this dance for years now, adjusting to a time seventy years ahead of the world I knew. Raising my son in a place that barely feels real, in a body that should’ve crumbled long ago.

James skips beside me down the hallway, holding my hand with sticky fingers, clutching his toy dinosaur in the other.

“Do you think Mr. Wilson will be there?” he asks, hopping every third step.

“If he is, no jumping on his wings this time, please.”

He giggles. “But I was gonna fly!”

I smile, brushing a hand through his hair. He’s grown so fast — not just taller, but louder, bolder, full of that same spark I used to see in the boy who once kissed me behind the big oak tree and whispered that everything would be okay.

My chest aches every time I think about it.

Bucky knew. He knew I was pregnant before he shipped out. I told him just a few days before his unit left. We cried, clung to each other, and made promises we were too young to fully understand. And then the letters stopped. The news came. Clara told me what she learned.

Sergeant James Barnes: Killed In Action.

I read the letter so many times that I have it memorized. I think about it often.

I never stopped loving him. Not for a moment.

But I learned to grieve him. To build something out of the pieces he left behind. I had to. My son needed me to.

And then today — today, the world tilts again.

We turn the corner into the medical wing, and I feel it before I see it, that sudden pull in my chest. A weight, a breath caught sideways in my ribs.

I freeze.

James tugs on my arm. “Mama?”

He follows my gaze, then goes quiet.

At the end of the hallway stands a man I once thought I’d never see again. Older. Sharper. His hair pulled back, jaw clenched, eyes scanning the room like he’s ready for a fight.

He's similar, but at the same time, so different. His muscles are much larger than I remember. His arm, once flesh, now glimmers under the building lights.

Then he sees us.

And everything stops.

“Y/N?”

The voice is different, rougher, like gravel, but it shakes something loose in my soul.

My lips tremble. “Bucky?”

He stares, stunned. Like I’ve just stepped out of one of his dreams -or nightmares. His eyes shift, flickering to the child standing at my side.

I see the moment he realizes. His eyes widen in disbelief. His lips part, like he wants to say something but can't quite find the words.

His knees nearly give out.

James blinks up at him, head tilting in that curious, unfiltered way only a child can manage. “Mama, who’s that?”

My throat closes.

I kneel beside him, one hand on his back, the other over my heart.

“That’s your dad, sweetheart.”

Bucky makes a sound, something like a gasp, something broken.

“I knew,” he whispers. “I never forgot. You told me, and I—they told me you were taken, gone. Most likely dead.. That the baby was likely-”

“I thought you were dead,” I say, standing slowly, my hand reaching out. “They told me you were gone.”

“I was.” He steps closer. “They took me, Y/N. I didn’t even remember my own name for decades. But you-our baby...” His voice breaks. “You were real. The only thing that felt real.”

Tears blur my vision. “I kept him safe. I promised you I would.”

“I promised I’d come back,” he whispers, voice thick. “I didn’t know it would take seventy years.”

James moves closer, eyes wide and searching. “You wrote letters to Mommy,” he says solemnly, like it’s the most important fact in the world. He remembers my stories.

Bucky kneels in front of him, tentative. “Yeah, buddy. I did.”

James holds out his hand.

Bucky stares at it like it’s holy, then gently wraps his fingers around it, so tender, so careful.

I watch them-my son and the man I thought I’d lost forever, and something inside me begins to stitch itself back together.

“I didn’t expect this,” Bucky murmurs, looking up at me with tear-glassed eyes. “But I want it. All of it. If you’ll let me.”

“I already have,” I whisper. “I told you before, Bucky. I want you in our lives.”

And for the first time in seventy years, we’re not just surviving.

We’re starting over.

Together.

Our little family

[flowercrownsandherondales]

Against the Odds pt. 16

The way it took everything in me not to spoil this chapter to @cloverleaf20 in the comments. I put my computer away, saw that comment, and opened that bitch right back up. If there’s any clarification or anything anyone is confused about when it comes to this story feel free to send me a ask! Otherwise let me know what you think!

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XVI: I’ve Given All I Can 

I watched her sleep, nursing my whiskey on the couch. 

She looked peaceful, face unmarred by the pain she usually carried, even if it had lessened in the past few months. 

Still, like mine, it would never fully dissolve. 

I took another sip, crossing my legs again and uncrossing them. Trying to soothe an itch that couldn’t be scratched. It always felt like this. Walking around with a pebble in your shoe, never able to shake it out. 

She helped me forget about it for a while. Her mere presence and I was able to relax, but it always came back. 

Y/N shifted in her sleep, her hand reached out past her pillow, blindly searching for something unseen, never quite in reach. Eventually she gave up, hand going limp again as she twisted in the covers. I tried to decode who she was reaching for. Wyatt? Wiley? Her ma or pa? 

Sometimes I wondered if she saw the ghosts of them like I did. 

I would catch her every once in a while, sweeping my floors, dusting a random shelf she had already dusted a hundred times during the week. Her eyes would wander, falling to a space in between. Her shoulders would go ridgid, spine straightening, every muscle and tension going taunt. Who was there? Who did she see when she had a moment of quiet? 

Wyatt Callow, the odd boy with a stocky build. Socially inept, still gentle in a way only someone who had been beaten down could be. I’d been too harsh with him, refusing to ally, talking behind his back with Louella when I thought he was asleep. Telling him to not be weird, to hide some part of himself, a part that a girl at home was mourning. 

I had barely given her a glance when we were shipped off to the Capitol. Lenore Dove, my beloved girl, sobbing and screaming for me as I banged on the glass. I didn’t even notice the girl who had once been my closest friend standing next to her, comforting my girl. Y/N, who waved goodbye for the last time, who was pregnant. 

In my sleep syrup induced haze I could faintly recall Burdock and Blair discussing it. I had walked down the stairs to the both of them in the house, deep in a hushed conversation. Blair had sat on the couch, Burdock pacing the floor in front of him, fists clenching and unclenching. 

“There’s gotta be a way she can… deal with it?” Blair had asked, which I could tell just from his facial expression was inches away from setting Burdock off. 

“Deal with it? Are you talking about a fucking abortion?” he seethed, teeth clenched. Blair had just looked to the floor, hunching his back in defeat. 

“Astrid… she can help her, right Burdock? I mean she knows what herbs she needs to take. Y/N can’t have this baby, she just can’t. Her family already struggles, and it’s just her. How could they possibly survive adding another person into the mix?” Burdock just stared at Blair incredulously. 

“I mean- he’s gone. There’s no one to help her take care of a child. Plus, that kid comes out looking like him, it’s just gonna send her into a spiral. She can barely take care of herself right now, you’ve seen her.” Blair pressed on, every word causing Burdock to wince. 

I had left the room after that, dragging myself back up the stairs and into my room, holding Lenore Dove’s picture tight to my chest and attempting to stop my sobs from announcing that I was awake to my two friends downstairs. 

I remember wondering how she could be so careless. How Wyatt could be so careless. Lenore Dove and I had discussed it, both of us deciding to wait until she could get her hands on the right herbs to prevent it, until we could go through with the handfasting ceremony, and I wouldn’t have to look after Sid so often. 

I couldn’t say I had thought about it more than that. Burdock had left, Blair eventually following his lead. Shamefully, my mind never drifted to her again. I had seen her in the hob once or twice, a boy that looked just like his father following her closely. It hurt too much to see Wyatt ‘s face. The same way it hurt to see Merrilee Donner walking with the Undersee boy. I would look away, racing back to lock myself at home and drink through the night. 

I couldn’t avoid it when they called his name. My eyes were glued to the boy, then to her. I wonder if my ma had the same look when they had decided to send me into the arena. Watching helplessly as your child is marched to their death, wanting to volunteer, knowing there’s nothing you can do. 

Burdock had ripped through the Justice Building while she spent the last few minutes with her boy. He’d grabbed my shoulder, pushing me into the corridor, eyes blazing in fury. 

“You better get your fucking act together. Remember who she is, who she was to you. If I have to watch her deteriorate after this, it’s on you Haymitch.” 

He stormed off after that, always the protector, always the one to volunteer himself to help anyone who needed it. A true saint. 

Then she had come to me. 

Tear stained, shaking like a leaf, absolutely detached. And all she asked was that I be nice to him. She didn't ask me to save him, unlike the other parents who came before her. Y/N Y/LN, forever the realist. 

I made sure to honor her request. Wiley had sat in front of me on that train, and instead of Wyatt, all I saw was his mother. 

And I had loved her. A part of me always would. 

“Mr. Abernathy, I know I’m not gonna win.” Wiley had sighed, his eyes completely numb to what was to come. I didn’t bother convincing him he was wrong, just solemnly nodded. It was just us, I had come to grab a drink and caught him sitting there, watching out the window. 

“Can you take care of my mama? She’s gonna be real sad, like she is about my daddy. Mama likes sunsets, and I don’t want her to stop watching them just because I’m gone.” 

That had taken me back. This kid, the looks of Wiley and Y/N, the deep wisdom of my Lenore Dove. The innocence of Sid. This kid who was gonna die, who just wanted someone to look out for his mama when he was gone. I had just nodded, unable to speak, unable to breathe. 

I would do anything to save him from what was to come. Anything to make his death easier. 

He told me all about her. How she took her coffee in the morning, how she was unable to tell him about his dad. How she snuck cigarettes while she was washing clothes, or played him records on her pa’s old machine when he couldn’t sleep. 

I held him after his interview, his body shaking as he sobbed into my chest. He’d finally faced it. The fear, the exhaustion. I soothed him, rubbing circles into his back the way I would now do to his mother. Watching both of their eyelids get heavy, body going lax in my arms. 

I had begged the sponsors to send him anything. Spinning tales of taking care of the boy, watching him grow up. Trying to convince them that I was there for Y/N when I wasn’t. They had eaten every word, throwing money my way. I had a pile saved up, wanting to send things steadily rather than all at once, refusing to risk too many parachutes giving him away, and putting a target on his back. 

I was only able to send the flint striker, my own greatest asset in the game, before his throat was slit in front of us. 

But I was able to keep one promise. I sat with Y/N under sunsets, sharing a smoke. And just like she’d done as a kid, she crawled right back into my heart. 

It was easy with her. I didn’t want to admit it, feeling like I was feeding Lenore Dove a gumdrop all over again with want or need I felt for Y/N. 

But then beloved came to me again, as she so often did, and all but begged me to let Y/N in. 

And who was I to deny her? To deny either of them.

The only woman who would ever begin to understand my pain, bearing her matching wounds to me. A match made at the hands of abuse. 

I didn’t love her like all-fire. I didn’t look at her like she hung the moon and stars. She wasn’t on the same pedestal I placed Lenore Dove on, a girl who would always understand far more than I could comprehend. 

Y/N was my equal at every turn. She was the moon to Lenore Dove’s sun. 

I loved her like I loved comfort. Like I loved pouring a drink and laying on the couch after living through my nightmares. Loving her was like coming home after a long day and having someone tuck you in tight, washing all the dirt from your face and handing you a home cooked meal. 

I looked at her now. The way her hair fell over her face, the way the blanket had fallen around her waist, exposing her healing scars that littered her back. 

I thought back to this earlier. Effie pushed me out the door, spending the next few hours making her look like a Capitol socialite. They wouldn’t start working on me for another hour, needing less time to make me spotless. I’d had it all done just a few months ago, they wouldn’t be starting at square one like they were with her. 

I rifled through the bar cart, attempting to find tongs for the ice. A note slipped out, nothing marking it was for me. Still, I went back to my room, shutting myself in the bathroom where there were no cameras, and opened it. 

Haymitch, 

I understand your reservations against me. Still, I hope that you’ll take this warning and make the necessary precautions. There are issues regarding our recent Victor. He seems to have decided to idolize you. There are reasons you are needed to perform, to take the edge off of whatever this boy is attempting to do. He’s whispering things to Capitol citizens, secrets that are shining damning light on the sanctity of Panem. The people need someone else to focus on. There are rules regarding Victors, especially ones that have recently won. He’s young, and doesn’t understand the repercussions of what he’s doing. Keep what you can close. 

P. H

Carp Delmar. Mags had warned me about him during the games. I’d been pulled aside by her and Plutarch, whispering in the corridor that he was asking in depth questions about the Quarter Quell. He’d mentioned that he wanted to break the arena like I did, which had taken Mags off guard. She’d asked him why he thought the arena had broken, knowing full well that the Capitol had tapes from my games tampered with. He’d confided in her, saying he had managed to find out one way or another. 

Plutarch had been adamant he would not be the one to turn the wheel of the rebellion. 

Carp was smart for his age, but lacked discipline. He was reckless, assuming he could find a way to rebel without the help of anyone else. 

But his biggest weakness? 

He couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

I ripped the letter into shreds, tossing it into the toilet. Plutarch could have easily been caught for something like that, unless he had Beetee fuck with the cameras on the train, or he knew a peacekeeper that owed him a favor. Honestly, I didn’t truly understand how Plutarch operated, or how he had gotten away with it for so long. 

Still, it answered the question that had been on my mind since Snow’s initial threat. 

Why did he care so much about Y/N and I? What’s the end goal?

We weren’t only puppets to give the Capitol something new to look at. We were a cautionary tale to Carp Delmar. The pain the Quarter Quell caused Y/N, everything Snow had taken from both of us. 

But what more would he require? 

I imagine a wedding would be coming. What I dreaded was what would come after. 

Y/N would never willingly have another child. 

And I would never ask her to. 

But I wasn’t the one in charge of asking. It was a ridiculous notion to even think he would ask. 

I had no one left to lose other than Y/N, and that would kill me. 

But Y/N still had a few left that could be picked off one by one. I could almost see it, holding her upright in the graveyard. Headstones littering in front of us. Burdock, Katniss, Prim, Astrid 

Something inside me knew she would hardly survive it. She was strong, stronger than anyone I knew. She had handled burying her son. But I would catch glimpses of her, the way she carried herself, her spacing out, that led me to believe one more crack and she would explode, left looking like the mine Blair had been killed in. 

Still, Snow had no leverage over me but her. I would be upset if the Everdeen’s were killed, but I had also distanced my heart from them years ago. 

But if we were to have a child. If we were given the order to fulfill that request, raising a lamb to slaughter…

Y/N would end up dead too, and Snow wouldn’t have to raise a single weapon towards her. She’d take care of it herself. 

I looked at her again, taking a slow drink and watching her chest rise and fall. Whatever came next, whatever Snow was going to make us do, we’d play the part. 

I’d hold her through it. They could put me on a table and bleed me dry. I’d get her through it. 

The door opened, startling me out of my thoughts. There stood Plutarch Heavensbee, a tight look on his face, hands folded behind his back. 

“The President would like to meet with you.” 

[imaginedreamwrite]

Hihii!! Can you write John price x a reader who is currently being a surrogate for another couple? 

“You need to get out, meet someone.” Laswell’s insistence on dating was heard, understood at its core, but largely ignored.

John Price was a Captain of the SAS.

John Price was a man who had his fair share of women and relationships, and John Price thought he was better than dating. Especially in the modern era when dating seemed so screwed up.

John could meet someone on his own, and he had. In the most random place he could possibly meet someone, he met a woman in the airport.

And she was pregnant.

The roundness of her belly wasn’t the first initial cue that he had spotted, but it was almost impossible to ignore once he had seen it. She was sitting in the back of an overpriced airport coffee shop, a book in front of her and her phone beside her.

He didn’t know what possessed him, what kind of hold this woman had on him without speaking a single word, but John found himself approaching her. He was in his civvies, any trace of him as the captain was gone.

He was just John, just a man who was hoping that he wouldn’t come across as cold when he said hello. Or that he would give you the impression that he was a man who would willingly scam on an innocent pregnant woman in the airport.

He wasn’t Soap.

It started with hello and a slightly awkward start as he introduced himself and you introduced yourself. You were a beautiful woman, pregnancy looked good on you, but even without you were a stunning woman.

“I’m trying to decide whether I need another £13 cup of hot chocolate,” you broke up at silence that had lingered after a lull in the conversation.

“Do it for your babe then,” he had taken the opportunity to sit across from you, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

“Oh, this baby isn’t mine.” You smiled politely, closing your book with a snap. “I’m a surrogate for a same sex couple.”

“Noble of you to do that, surrogacy is vital.” His answer felt short and basic but it made you smile in response as you slid the cup closer to your body.

“Two wives want to be mothers,” you lifted your cup and sipped on the very last bit of your hot chocolate before you set it down again, “very lovely couple actually. She’s American and her wife is British.”

“Yeah? Where from?” John felt himself slighting the conversation with a smile, trying to come across as uncharacteristically like who he was as the captain.

“Windermere,” you relayed the information, only the bare minimum that you were allowed to talk about. “And you?”

“Colchester,” John watched the time carefully, measuring the allotted freedom he had before he had to board the flight and return home.

“You want another?” John asked, motioning to the cup in between your hands. “I’ll buy.”

You looked at the cup with a furrowed brow, your lips pursing slightly. You had waited to respond, allowing yourself to be in deep thought before you had finally shrugged and slid the cup back toward him.

“I better not, I should actually head to the boarding area. Gate 20-” you started to stand, gathering your things in your arms while be remained seating.

“Let me walk you, love. That’s the gate I’m boarding at.” John grabbed your cup and walked it to the return tray by the garbage, setting it down before he looked back toward you.

Laswell wanted him to meet someone, here he was meeting you. A beautiful woman with a smile that could’ve made anyone weak. You were the kind of woman who could bring a man to his knees without trying.

John was positive, absolutely positive, that Laswell would love to hear this—about you, the pregnant woman that John met waiting for a flight.

[bigbigpushes]

Dream a Little Dream…

She had never felt as beautiful as she did now, Eve was thirty nine weeks and four days pregnant, her belly large and low, awaiting the arrival of her baby. The early stages of labour had begun early that morning, and while she was still in for quite the wait, Eve was excited, knowing the time was coming.

“Stars shining bright above you, Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"” She sang beneath her breath, pacing slowly around her bedroom. She looked over and saw Jesse, smiling at her from the bed. The two of them had started off as friends with benefits, vowing for some fun, sex without any strings, but a broken condom had left them with the biggest string of all. Discovering she was pregnant, Eve had known right away that she would be keeping the baby, she has always wanted kids, as had Jesse so him wanting to be involved hadn’t ever been in question. Over the months, as Eve’s belly grew, as did their relationship, turning into true, genuine love.

“I love when you sing.” Eve smiled over at Jesse, holding out her hand to him as her muscles began to squeeze at her uterus, the second he was close enough, her arms were wrapping around him, as his were her. They rocked together, like a slow dance as Eve breathed through the contraction. “Six minutes, honey.” He whispered in her ear and she pressed her face into his chest with a sigh. “We should call the midwife.” She told him, knowing it was time.

As Jesse moved off to make the call, Eve took the chance to strip down, feeling far too warm, the evening spring breeze coming in from the open window helping slightly. Leaving her clothing in a pile by the end of the bed, she walked towards the mirror, wanting to take in the sight of her pregnant body once last time. “Birds singing in a sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me.” She sung a little more as her hands moved over her belly up to her breasts and back again, dancing over each stretch mark before coming to rest against the underside of her bump. Her body had changed so much in the last thirty nine weeks, something she was still in awe of.

Hands wrapped around her, resting atop of her own as Jesse stepped behind her, pressing kisses to her neck. “She’s on her way.” He whispered into her ear as she turned around to kiss him. “This is the last time it’ll just be the two of us.” Her voice was full of excitement, she was more than ready to meet their child.

Time passed, the last bit of daylight left now turned to night as Eve paced the hallway of their townhouse. Contractions were four minutes apart now and getting stronger. “Hmmmmmmngh!” Eve braced herself with her hands against the wall, trying to breathe through the pain. “Feels like he’s going to fall out of me!” She shouted, there was a bulging pressure between her legs, one that kept growing with each squeeze. She heard her midwife, Maggie chuckle quietly as she looked between her legs. “That’ll be your waters, love.” Eve laughed at herself, trying to catch her breath as the pain passed. “It’ll likely break within the next few contractions.”

Humming to herself, Eve was in her own world leaving Maggie and Jesse to watch her as she paced some more, unable to stay still for too long as her body worked. “I need to get into the shower.” She said suddenly, moving towards the bathroom to get the water going. Her birthing partners followed behind her, Jesse coming to stand beside her as a comical splash was heard. They all laughed while Eve let out a sigh of relief, her waters breaking giving her some momentary relief from the pressure.

Stepping under the spray of the water, she let it hit her aching back for some time before she shifted down into a squat. “Ohhh, he’s close.” She groaned, the tightening building once more. Before she had managed to get through the contraction just by breathing, or moaning quietly, now the pain was building in intensity, along with each groan and grumble.

She stayed in the shower until the water began to cool, getting out and moving straight into Jesses waiting arms. Eve let him run a soft towel over her skin, removing the moisture before he lead her into the bedroom, it had been planned for months that that would be where she delivered.

Before Eve knew it, contractions felt as if they were coming without a second between them. Kneeling on some pillows beside the bed, her knuckles were turning white from how tight her grip was on the blanket. “Hnnnnnngh! I have to push. Oh, god, he’s coming!” She couldn’t resist, the urge far too strong as she bared down, her body knowing it was time.

“You’re doing do good, honey.” Jesse was sat to her side, rubbing her back and brushing her hair from her face. The contraction passed and without a word, Eve tugged on his hand, pulling him behind her as Maggie checked her dilation. “Head is moving down nicely, you’ll be drowning before you know it.”

With a nod of her head, Eve shifted into a squat once more, Jesse moving quickly to help support her. “I want to catch the baby.” She insisted, another contraction building. “I’m catching… nggghhhhhhh!” She was cut off as the pain grew, the pressure taking over as she pushed. “Ohh, fuck!” She cried out, feeling her labia stretch against the head.

The contraction ended and the head slipped back, Eve letting out a whimper. “It’s okay, love. You’re making wonderful progress.” Maggie assured her. She took the short amount of time she had to catch her breath and have a few sips of water before she was going again through the next few contractions.

Eve had heard and read about the ring of fire, but never could she have expected exactly how it would feel as she panted, allowing herself to stretch some more. It felt like an eternity before she could push again, watching as the head slowly came out. Her hands were guided between her legs to support it, Maggie just there to help so that Eve could have the delivery she wanted. “Look at all that hair.” Jesse whispered behind her, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

“Almost here.” She felt energised, determined in a way she never had as her body squeezed and she let out a loud roar as she pushed the shoulders out, breathing heavily before she gave one last push, delivering their baby into her waiting hands and bringing him up to her bare chest.

With shaky legs, she let Jesse help move her to the bed as he sat behind her and pulled her to his chest. “It’s a boy.” Eve whispered, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as they took in the sight of their son, Eve quietly singing to him, knowing that he was finally here. “In your dreams whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me.”

[what-gs-watching]

"Like this is destiny? Is that what you say to all the girls?"

I don’t know why there’s so much going on in TV this month but I love it and I’m thankful and I finally just watched the first 2 episodes of the new season of 

DOCTOR WHO 

And ooooooh baby! Ncuti, my gorgeous little weirdo, keeping up with the absolute RIDICULOUSNESS. It’s feeding my SOUL. 

I know there was shit going on last season with people saying it wasn’t good and viewership was declining and whatever, I get it, change is hard, but that’s the entire point of the show, fam. Doctor Who is campy. It’s always been campy. And every doctor has been different and they’re all their own thing and that’s wonderful, it’s a breath of fresh air every time and that’s the appeal! 

I will admit that I wasn’t a huge fan of 13. That doctor was not for me. I still watched it though, I gave all of those episodes a fair shake and I’m glad that I did. And I hope people are doing the same with 15, because he is really hitting his stride - the first two episodes of this season were redonkulous and I loveeeeeee it. 

Discuss!

The Robot Revolution

Wherein we meet Miss Belinda Chandra, a nurse in 2025 that was gifted a star by her teenage boyfriend seventeen years ago, and then it absolutely bites her in the ass.

I really enjoyed this intro to the new companion. Belinda was absolutely NOT having any of the shenanigans going on around her and I honestly really do like when the companion isn’t quite a willing participant. The Doctor needs more people to say NO to him, and Belinda had no problem with that. It took her a bit to get caught up on what was going on but when she figured it out she was basically like HELL NAH, and she took responsibility and she was a badass. 

Essentially, Belinda is kidnapped by robots and taken to her star which is actually a planet named MissBelindaChandra and she’s told she’s the queen and she has to marry the AI generator that rules everything. 

At first I was like, if you want to lecture me about AI and the dangers of AI (again, which I don’t mind like it’s definitely a hot topic I get it) don’t actually name the thing “AI Generator” but the reveal toward the end was so smart, you guys. I’m not gonna say anything else about the rest of the plot, it’s silly but LOL at the twist - I will also say the best line of the episode was “Planet of the Incels…” 

Cut to me yelling “DUDES ARE THE WORST!” Thanks for reinforcing that for me, Doctor Who. 

The other important part of the episode? Belinda insisting that the Doctor take her home. She really, really does not buy into his shit. He realizes that he met a descendent of hers that time he was trapped on a landmine in the 51st century and he’s so excited to show her that he scans her and throws it up on a screen all triumphant and she’s like “you tested my DNA without even asking my permission” and then she goes “God. You’re dangerous.” And OOF. He is. She’s right. The Doctor tends to get caught up in his little adventures and he’s all whimsical while he tramples over people’s bodily autonomy and it’s all fun and games but Belinda calls it what it is.

Remember the time 11 scanned Amy for like weeks when she was pregnant and also not actually Amy because she was a Flesh replacement? Yeah, like he had no problem doing that and we all didn’t give it a second thought. 

It’s nice that we're evolving with the times. Call. that. shit. out! And 15 was genuinely apologetic. She’s gonna be tough on him, and that’s probably my favorite companion trope. I’m down with you girl, let’s go.

Lux

Y’all. This one was so WEIRD and trippy and at one point I just kept saying ‘oooh I bet people are mad about this’ but you know how much I love meta things. This episode was a mishmash of strange with a hefty dose of meta and it appealed to me perfectly.  It’s a good day when I can say ‘what the eff did I just watch?!’ in a positive way.

Wherein The Doctor continues trying to get Belinda back to 2025 but ends up landing in 1952 Miami because they’re bouncing off the date they’re trying to get to, and they get sucked into a mystery surrounding a boarded up movie theater. 

First things first: WOW, those outfits. Belinda looked incredible this entire episode. I’m a sucker for classic 50’s looks and holy hell kudos to the costume department. I love the focus on fashion in the 15 era, it’s so visually appealing. I honestly was obsessed with her. Absolutely gorgeous. 

The point is though that a few months before they arrived a bunch of people disappeared while watching a cartoon at the theater and despite numerous searches they couldn’t be found so the theater was padlocked but people could still hear movies being played every night. 

Belinda tries to resist for a bit but she gets sucked in and they go in to investigate and things go bonkers. 

We’re apparently sticking with the whole pantheon-gods-as-villains theme this season and I’m fine with it as long as it pays off in the end (seriously, who is the final boss? That’s what I keep thinking about) and this episode was focused on the god of light. 

Do you like creepy cartoons that are designed to haunt your dreams? Then this episode is definitely for you. 

Honestly, I’m just so intrigued by them going balls to the wall with these storylines. What is the writer’s room like? I want to hear someone pitch the idea for this episode in great detail and then I want to see everyone agree to it. How did that conversation go??

Truly wild. The best and most polarizing part is the three background characters. What is a fourth wall, anyway? Let’s lean way the eff in, why not.

All of that to say, this season is off to a much funner start than last season and I am here for it, like, so hard. Belinda is wonderful and 15 is as babygirl as ever and I’m happy and I’m along for the ride. Will we get Belinda home? And will the journey be as silly and ridiculous as it has already been? A girl can dream.

[talesfromawannabewriter]

@beef-brisket

Lucifer: OKAY! Adam, sweetheart maybe you’d like….to…..have someone show you the um…

Charlie: The garden!

Lucifer: You have a garden.

Charlie swiftly gave a kick under the desk as she gave him a look.

Lucifer: I mean yes the gardens! I heard that they are positively gorgeous this time of year!

Adam: The weather is the same all year round.

Lucifer: Maybe, maybe not who’s to say? Why don’t you let someone take you while I finish chatting up with Charlie!

Adam took a second to look around him. There weren’t much options in the room. Vaggie would kill him if they were alone and he wouldn’t be wrong if he were to discover the same with Nifty.

Adam: It’s fine I’ll find it myself.

Lucifer: No I insist dearest. Don’t want anything to happen to you or Jr. while you’re alone.

Lucifer thought about it and the only person that made sense as Adam’s guide for the evening would have to a little spider demon.

Because he knew the two were scarily similar to each other. Clicking his fingers Angel Dust suddenly appeared in the office with the rest of them.

Angel looked around confused for a second before his eyes landed on the king.

Angel: Oh, heya short king. What’s up?

Lucifer: Angel my good fellow how would you like to take my flower to see the flowers outside?

Angel: ….I have a feeling that I don’t really have much of a choice.

He turned to the pregnant man and helped him out of his chair.

Angel: Cmon queeny let’s get you away from the people you’re driving insane.

Adam grumbled but obliged as he was led out. The moment the door shut behind the two Lucifer’s smile vanished.

Lucifer: Sweet mother finally! Some peace and quiet!

Charlie: Yeah he does seem a bit….intense.

Lucifer: HA! That’s definitely one word for it! (Groans) I know it’s not his fault, he’s been pregnant for the last fucking three years! So he’s uncomfortable I get that, I really do! But I’m just over this whole thing! I can’t handle the mood swings, the whining, the swollen feet, the waking me up in the middle of the night to feed his fucking cravings! I’m over it.

Charlie could only watch and her father got up and began to pace her office.

Lucifer: He thinks he’s the only one who wants this pregnancy to end!? What about me!? Not only do I just want Adam to be normal again…well Adam normal anyway. But I want to finally hold my baby! I want my baby here with us! I don’t know what to do anymore! Bel said the baby will come when it comes but that is obviously bullshit! I can’t take it anymore I fucking CAN’T!!!!

Charlie: Neither can I.

Lucifer stopped his pacing as he turned to his daughter. Surprised by the harsh tone in her voice. As well as the scowl forming on her lips.

Charlie: I understand that he can’t control his hormones or emotions but he isn’t the only one affected by them.

Lucifer scoffed: Try telling him that….sorry that was mean sweetie.

Charlie: No, I get it Dad…we’re not going to talk to him about his behavior. We’re going to actually do something.

Lucifer: What do you mean?

Charlie: Dad, by anything necessary I’m going to make Adam go into labor.

Flower Within

@beef-brisket

When Adam and Lucifer found out they were first expecting there were an arrange of emotions that they both felt at the time.

Disbelief, anxiety, and of course fear, with the slight sense of excitement.

Even though both were terrified at the idea of having a baby together, seeing as how they were only fooling around at that point and not officially together.

They were both genuinely happy deep down that they were getting the chance to be parents again.

While this would be Adam’s first time being the mother and not the father. He still marveled at the thought of getting to hold a little squirming bundle of joy in his arms once more.

As for Lucifer he was also quite happy. Despite his initial shock at the prospect of having more children than just his daughter.

He loved Charlie with all his heart but unfortunately Lilith only wanted one child with him. Claiming that they only needed one heir. But now he was to gain more children.

With Adam of all people, regardless of past issues with the first man deep within him the devil had wanted nothing more than to have him as the mother of his child.

Soon to be children if he would have it.

There was soon a new emotion that bloomed within both men’s chests. It was hope. Hope for a new future and their precious little one that would soon be in their arms.

….If only it were that simple.

Lucifer and Adam didn’t know why, maybe it was a curse by the Heavens or some kind of twisted punishment created by Hell. But Adam had been pregnant for the last three years.

While his belly was swollen and he was more than ready for the little one within to finally leave, the baby wasn’t.

Which meant Lucifer, along with the rest of the Hazbins, had to deal with a hormonal, temperamental, pregnant Adam.

[heartsoftruth]

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[oculusxcaro]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘?

Unassuming extra

You had maybe 3 lines but you will forever own my heart. You play a very minor role, one often forgotten about (not by me tho bby, i'll love you forever). However, your significance in the story is pretty big. Something about you propels the story forward in a way no one else can do. You tend to blend into the background, and you probably like it that way. You want a simple life, free from the drama of the main characters. Unfortunately, your story is almost always cut short. Your role is usually a death that kickstarts the plot. Going unnoticed did not save you, but it probably did bring you some peace of mind.

Tagged by: @gnarledbite (♡) Tagging: @arkhmlcst, @celestieu, @dcmonshcad, @elementalartisan, @elisethetraveller, @freak1ish, @goldenmedic, @halfghcst, @pains-illusions, @the-rorschach-mask and anybody else who'd like to do this?

[luludeluluramblings]

tbh I’m more intrigued by the idea of college-age Reader getting pregnant while unmarried still living in the manor and NO ONE has any idea who the father is (maybe she does, but she’s withholding that for now or maybe he’s not in the picture?) and it’s the biggest freak out ever. that just seems so fucking wild and potentially hilarious to me. and nobody noticing she’s pregnant until she’s farther along? or them finding out randomly?? imagine:

damian: you look pregnant. what is wrong with you.

reader: i am pregnant though

the batfam: ????????!!!!!!!!!! and then she proposes that now that she’s old enough and starting a new chapter in her life raising a baby and all she should just move out! (cue everyone disliked that meme)

Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family

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Part Two ☁️ Part Three ☁️

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A/N: Okay, I think I'm about to become a Pregnancy!Reader writer. Which, I'm not mad about. Kind think it would be fun, but I know the trope isn't for everyone. So, if it’s not your thing, I’m sorry.

A/N: Some of this is based off of things from my own pregnancies.

A/N: Oh, no. Frick, I wanna make this a series now. Check the bottom, cause I have a plot idea for this and I want opinions on it. I spiraled, this was supposed to be a quick blurb. I got carried away. Gonna build up to the yandere shenanigans because I’m turning into a writer with a million WIPs.

A/N: Tagging @skay-ali because I like their The Forgotten Daughter series.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Very minor Yandere Themes (like barely there), minor NSFW, graphic descriptions of pregnancy and medical procedures, Vomiting.

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You don't really remember that night it happened. But, it only happened once and after you swore you'd never drink again. The hangover after that night had been one of the worst of your short life.

In fact, the sticky feeling between your legs and bitter taste on your tongue had also added to your decision to swear of these college parties. Luckily, you have enough of your memory to remember that you and your partner from that night had both been willing even when wasted. Even if you couldn't remember their name. Or, their face.

It takes you a while to notice. One missed cycle wasn't anything to freak out about, and it was exam season. The stress had probably caused the nausea. It wasn't until you were heading down to breakfast one morning and smelled the burnt eggs in the kitchen that Stephanie had burnt that you realized something might be wrong.

You, of course, ignore it. It was just a fluke. Burnt eggs weren't appetizing to anyone. But, then you nearly faint walking through the perfume section after looking to restock your favorite bottle of scent.

The doctor you finally went to another week later had asked about your cycle and the last time you had been intimate with someone. That's when the reality of things started to set in. You hadn't even thought to do an at home test to check. Your doctor was kind though, saying they could just do a quick urine sample and blood test just to make sure. It might be something else.

The next few minutes felt like ages. But, when the Doctor came back to tell you the positive results you panicked. Not as in panicked as in you broke down, but you threw up a mask. You're good at doing that. You must get it from your father.

When she asks you if this is good news or bad news you can't help, but blurt that it's good. Great even. Which causes her to beam at you. Before you know it, you're being handed a complementary diaper bag with formula and tiny bottles while being given the rundown on your possible due date and future appointments. You nodded you're head along with the information, sliding the paper's into the diaper bag as she hands them to you.

But, then she turns to you with delight and tells you that the Ultra Sound tech has an opening and you're just far along enough they can do your first ultrasound. It'll only be a thirty minute wait.

After nodding along once more, you go back into the waiting room. Holding your new bag with white knuckles and falling into deep thought.

This is happening. But, how? Are you even fit to be a parent? You've hardly ever been loved. How are you going to love someone else? How are you going to do this? What will the family think? What will your few friends think? You don't even remember who their father is. This is impossible. You're not ready. You'll never be ready. That churning feeling is in your stomach again and you feel that single piece of toast you had for breakfast about to come back up.

The thirty minutes fly by with those thoughts in your head. They still swirl in your head as your go back into the ultrasound room.

It's dark, but the tech had few soft lights on in the room. Its actually kind of... cozy.

What's not cozy it the tech telling you that she's going to stick a wand up your bits so you could see the baby. Your eyes screwing shut at the cold invasive feeling.

But, when you open them, she turns the screen for you to see. It's almost amazing how fast the image appears on the screen.

And, their moving. Actually moving. You end up laughing at the sight, causing the screen to flicker and the little blob to move. When the nurse plays the heart beat you can feel yours stuttering in your chest.

Watching them bounce in there with each laugh, it’s easy for the next words to spill out of your mouth.

“Oh, I’m gonna love you.”

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Every step after that feels remarkably less lonely. It’s not just you anymore. You have someone who you’re going to love.

You don’t bother telling the Family. Bruce would just lecture you on being reckless while the other’s would judge you for it.

Honestly, you don’t care if they did. This is your baby.

Funnily enough, for a house full of detectives and highly intelligent vigilantes no one actually notices. Not even Cassandra. It’s a bit insulting how much they don’t pay attention. But, your symptoms soon make it so you don’t care.

The waves of exhaustion, the way everything smells strong and certain things make you want to gag. Heartburn that burns your throat. The subtle cravings that make you cry when you can’t fulfill them. Thankfully you finished your exams because you were too tired to even move from your bed most mornings due to strange nightmares.

Eventually, someone does notice. And, it’s not anyone you would expect.

Of all things you cried over on the pantry floor, it had to be salt and vinegar chips. They hadn’t been what you wanted, but it was too late to go get french fries and a smoothie at this hour in Gotham. And, you stuffed them down your throat with angry tears.

It was Stephanie of all people to find you. You gave her a sharp glare when she seemed to grow wide eyed. Normally you avoid her gaze, but you were quite pissed about having chips in your mouth and not fries. As her eyes grew wider, your nose wrinkled in further annoyance at her.

Just as you’re about to tell her off, she speaks.

“Do you— um, want something else?”

It’s pitiful how fast your snarl turns into a pleading pout.

“Yes, please. I want fries. I want Jokerized fries so badly.” You practically blubber when she gives you a pointed nod towards the car garage.

It takes you a bit to get off the floor despite the fact that your bump is hardly noticeable, but Stephanie noticed the extremely subtle curve.

“How far?” She asks hesitantly, looking from the bump to your face.

You also hesitant for a moment, looking up at her with tears on your cheeks and a serious look in your eyes. “14 Weeks.”

Her eyebrows raise and a wiry pout appears on her face. “Damn. You’re smaller than I was at that time, so not fair.”

The slightly surprised that information gives you almost makes you pause. But, if you had you would’ve probably toppled back down to the pantry floor.

“Explain on the way?” You ask, still a bit nervous. The two of you had never been close since you moved into the manor less than a handful of years back.

“Sure.” She grins, leading the way.

As you both walk, she whispers. “Does Bruce know?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Ah.” Stephanie managed to hide the winces from you.

When you two finally make into the car, you’re already feeling better about life. You’re about to have your fries, and possibly a shake too. You didn’t expect to have any company, but surprisingly it’s nice.

Stephanie drives, and get the fries to go. Munching on them as Stephanie drives you back to the manor. Her sharing her own pregnancy experience.

"Wait, so Tim dated you when you were pregnant with another dudes kid? Babe, forget being me being small, you got game."

"Damn right I do." She says smugly, stuffing her own fries in her mouth. "So, um, do you wanna talk about what happened with you?"

And, just like that your mood shifts.

"No."

"Oh- Oh! I'm sorr-" She starts up, and you can tell she's assuming the worst.

"Don't you start, Stephanie." You interrupt with a pointed glare. "I don't want to talk about it because it's none of y'all's business."

That makes her cough on her french fry. "Wait, wait, what do you mean? Don't you want help?"

"Nah, I got it." Comes your stubborn reply, glaring out the window as you dip your fry into the cheesecake milkshake.

"... You should tell Bruce." She suggest after a moment of awkward silence.

"What? So he can ignore his grandchild, too?" Your filter is none existent with your hormones all out of wack.

"He doesn't ignore you-"

"Oh, yes the fuck he does." Your firmly state. Growing a bit heated. "Y'all all figgin do."

Stephanie is about to roll her eyes, chalking your words to you just being unreasonable. But, then the thought starts to creep upon her with each passing building when she realizes this is the first time she's actually hung out with you. Ever.

"I'm sorry." She murmurs to you. The silence falling over you both as the cars continues back to the manor.

"... I'm only forgiving you because you bought my fries..."

"Really?! That's all I had to do?"

"What? I was desperate for this- Wait! Hang on. Stop the car. Stop the car-"

"What? Why?! Are you- OH! Fuck!"

You ended up regurgitating up all the fries you had just eaten. Right into your lap.

"Oooo, that's nasty." Stephanie says, cracking the windows.

"Is it bad that I still want to eat them?" You mumble to her, eyeing the remaining fries.

"Please, please, wait till we get back or I'm gonna hurl, too."

"Fine." Comes your reply. Your eyes drifting shut for a moment. "If you tell anyone I'm gonna tell Cassandra about your crush on her."

"How did you- Frick, you are more like Bruce then I realize." Her voice going from panic to begrudging realization.

"Now, that's offenseive."

"Oh, come on. You're kids gonna have some of Bruce's DNA too."

"Eww. Eww. Don't remind me."

The banter between you both coming back with ease.

When you make it back to the manor, parting ways for the night. You feel at ease. You may have made have finally made a new friend in all this and gained a pillar of support.

As you shower and finish off your fries, you can't help but think about the apartments you had been looking at. Wondering what Stephanie will thinking of your nursery ideas.

Down in the cave, Stephanie slowly walks down the steps. Realizing this might have just gotten complicated.

"You okay, Steph?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.”

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A/N: Soooooo, what if, and hear me out, wee add some baby daddy drama to this?

A/N: Please note, I write a Reader that DID NOT grow up with the Bat Family, which means we could have some really really juicy drama here. But, we could just keep the options limited to just close friends of the Bat family.

A/N: What do y'all think? Baby Daddy drama? One of the Bat Boys the Daddy? One of the other vigilantes? Should I do a Baby Daddy poll? I just feel like this is an opportunity.

A/N: Also, Stephanie was a teen mom in some comics from my research. Which I think adds to this and gives her a better chance of bonding with Reader until shit goes down.

[thinkingofausername]

some things from mouthwashing that i think need more attention:

UPDATED (again 😂) because I've been corrected on some things

jimmy, as co-captain, was unfortunately needed and couldn't be disposed of

pony express should carry the brunt of the blame - sending people into space and THEN telling them they're fired; not installing locks in the sleeping quarters; etc.

anya said "i have to believe our worst moments don't define us", implying she forgave curly, at least to an extent

every moment seen through jimmy's eyes could and should be questioned. he's an unreliable narrator

jimmy wanted curly to take the blame. he wanted the crew to blame him. the game wanted us to blame him for the crash (until the reveal)

curly got burned because he faced the explosion head-on; trying to fix things

anya died first; she did it with the last remaining painkillers which could've been used for curly; she even did it in front of him

jimmy shamed and attacked curly during the birthday scene and curly didn't react; implying their relationship was never smooth and truly friendly

it was never explicitly shown what anya said to curly. perhaps she never specified jimmy raped her. curly was shocked when she said she was pregnant, he didn't connect it with anything

anya telling jimmy she was pregnant is what made him crash the ship

it's implied anya told swansea about jimmy and he did nothing. he only attacked jimmy a while later, as revenge for daisuke

it's possible curly was only ever visited by jimmy, aside from anya

jimmy crashed the ship 147/365 days into the trip (they've got 7.2 months to go); the same day anya told him she's pregnant. assuming she found out a bit before that, and she could've found out within a month, by the time they got off the ship she would've been around 8 months pregnant - she would NOT have given birth on the ship

swansea had been 15 years sober

curly most likely wouldn't survive the cryopod. entirely skinless and then frozen? hell

curly was the only one to have clearance for the sweetener

curly very pointedly looks at jimmy ALL the time after the crash

after curly's conversation with jimmy (the "feet in cement" one), right before jimmy crashed the ship, the screen goes black and there's heavy breathing, implying curly was left panicking

jimmy gives curly medicine 3 times - first, with anya relatively nearby, a fairly normal intervention; second, with no one nearby, where jimmy assaults curly; third, alone again, he doesn't assault curly but he still cries, he's permanently scared of jimmy

curly was already struggling with insomnia before the crash

while anya was locked in medical, jimmy told daisuke she might do something to curly

anya said the mouthwash couldn't be used as disinfectant and jimmy still did it

jimmy drugged swansea; he convinced daisuke to go in the vent by saying swansea would be proud of him

curly and anya and jimmy all talk of "handling things"

jimmy says curly receives praise all the time; implying he was a good captain (he was also the only one to get exceptional references)

swansea had a wife and kids; daisuke mentions his mother, the creators of the game said curly loved spending time with friends and family. they had people waiting for them

jimmy said cartoon horses excite him and anya's baby is presented as a horse

[tqlepatia]

─ SEVIKA × PREGNANT ! READER

- ❝ since i literally killed y'all on that, here an ask of sorry :3 ❞

She hates when someone tries to touch your belly.

Sevika barely tolerates strangers on a good day, but now? The first time someone reaches out without asking, you get very uncomfortable, and your wife notices that, of course she does. They nearly get their wrist broken. "You think just ‘cause she’s pregnant, you get to touch her? Fuck off." From then on, she keeps a protective arm around you and in your belly in public, making it very clear that no one is getting too close.

You both name the baby "Isha."

In one of those rare moments, Sevika doesn’t put up a fight over your suggestion. She gazes at you for a brief moment, her eyes welling up, before she nods and manages a soft, understanding smile. "Yeah… that fits." Later on, you notice her quietly crying when she thinks you’re already asleep, and your heart aches for her.

She becomes your personal bodyguard.

Sevika has always been protective, especially now, No one dares to even look at you the wrong way. Whether you’re walking through Zaun or just sitting in a bar, she makes it very clear that you’re under her protection. If anyone so much as bumps into you, they get the death glare and if they don’t back off fast enough, they might end up with bruises. (or dead if she is in a bad mood)

Talks to the baby when you're asleep.

She won’t admit it, but she’s already completely in love with Isha before she’s even born. Late at night, when she thinks you’re sleeping, she rests her hand on your belly and murmurs to her. "You're gonna have the toughest mom, y'know? …Both of ‘em." If you tease her about it, she grumbles and denies it, saying that the "hormones" its messing with your head, but you’ve heard her.

She panics the first time you get morning sickness.

Sevika is used to handling injuries, but seeing you sick? That’s something else entirely. She stands there looking furious and helpless, hands clenched into fists. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? Kill the sickness?" Eventually, she figures out ways to help, holding your hair back, rubbing your back, bringing you water - but she still curses under her breath every time. (and maybe you even see her shaking a little while she helps you)

Refuses to let you lift a thing.

Doesn’t matter if it’s something as small as a book, she’s already taking it from you. "Sit down. I got it." If you try to argue, she just raises an eyebrow and waits for you to give up. At this point, she carries everything, from your groceries to your shoes if you so much as look tired.

She loves you, not your moods swings

When they started, she was starting to think that she was going crazy! The last drop to her was when you insisted that she make a dessert that took almost half of her day, and when it was ready, you weren't hungry anymore, she snapped at you! "FUCKING WOMAN." then, the hormones hit you again, making you cry and she instantly comforts you saying like a broken vinyl sorry, over and over

She insists on making the baby’s room perfect.

You catch her late at night, smoothing a hand over the blankets, adjusting a tiny stuffed toy, the same one she used to love when she was a little kid, making sure everything is just right. she wants this space to be perfect because this is where her kid is going to sleep, safe and sound.

Loses her mind when you go into labor.

She tries to stay calm, really, she does. But the second she hears you groan in pain, cursing even the air, all that composure is gone. She’s barking orders at everyone, pacing, and looking ready to fight time itself if it means getting you through it faster. "What do you mean it takes hours?! The kid’s gotta be ready by now!"

The moment she holds Isha for the first time, she’s done for.

Very Big, calloused hands cradle a tiny, fragile body, and for the first time, Sevika looks completely, utterly undone. She stares down at her daughter like she’s just seen the entire world change. When Isha grabs her finger with the tiniest hand, Sevika actually chokes up, but if you mention it later, she’ll deny it to her grave.

You wake up one night and see her asleep with Isha on her chest.

One of her large hands gently cradles Isha’s back, a tender gesture that radiates warmth and protection. You find yourself captivated by the scene, savoring the beauty of the moment, as it’s one of the most touching things you’ve ever witnessed in your life.

She struggles with feeling worthy.

Some nights, when she thinks you’re asleep, she sits on the edge of the bed and stares at Isha in her crib. The weight of her past lingers in her eyes—like she’s wondering if she deserves this happiness. But then you reach for her, comforting her, kissing her neck while whispering sweet words in her ears, she exhales, letting herself believe (for a few hours) that maybe she does.

Isha’s first word is "fuck."

You wish you could say you were surprised, but with Sevika as a mother, it was only a matter of time. It happens so casually, she drops something, mutters “Fuck,” and Isha, sitting in her little chair, immediately parrots it back in a tiny, triumphant voice.

Sevika freezes. You stare at her. She stares back at you. Then, after a long pause, she sighs and rubs a hand over her face. “Honey, it isn't my fault, okay? She's the one who... repeat it-”

[gojoshooter]

HER HO!NY HUSBAND : GOJO SATORU

tw. suggestive, gojo flashes his goodies

Husband!Gojo coming out of the shower with a wet muscular body and a piece of towel hanging along his waist—only to see his wife laying on the bed right in front of him.

Pregnant Wife!Yn who had been insecure of her growing belly and weight since a couple months due to her pregnancy, watches Gojo check her from head to toe, an unexplainable look on his handsome pale face.

Sitting upright, she fixes her loose garments. Maybe he’s finally come to the realisation of not being such a big fan of my mom body.

Husband!Gojo sensing her dejected mood, snaps out of his internal thoughts as he decides to reach out and sit next to her instead.

“Baby? Something’s bothering?” he asks softly, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear.

Pregnant Wife!Yn ever a self-conscious overthinker, mumbles while looking up at her husband, “I saw you gazing at me few a many times now...” she fixes her garment again, in embarrassment “like... weirdly. You start looking stiff all of a sudden, as if you want to confess something. About my bad shape maybe.”

At her confession, Satoru pauses, lips parted open slightly and not sure which part to explain first. He brings a wet but comforting hand on her swollen belly.

“Silly girl. Are you worrying about your plump little adorable tummy again? I told you I like it.”

Pregnant Wife!Yn frowns, not really sure of his words. “Really? Then how would you explain everytime you stopped to stare at me? Your face doesn't seem as if you love it—or even like it, Toru.”

Husband!Gojo who shakes his head, body turning more towards her distressed wife. “I don't like it? I love you and every part of you babe, you know me.”

Yn sighs softly, looking down with an upset face. “I do... but maybe i shouldn't have asked for a baby. I just... I feel like you'd have appreciated my old body more, Toru.”

Satoru snaps his head towards her, eyebrows raised in disbelief. This was his last straw. She has to know what his pregnant, innocent wife does to him.

As he stands up slowly from the edge of the bed, he makes sure she's all eyes and ears. “Oh really now. Then I must give you a real reason to never regret your baby with me...”

Undoing the towel hooked on his dripping wet waist, the white haired man reveals his lower half of the riches. As her eyes set down, there comes in view an almost fully hard wet length of Gojo Satoru.

Pregnant Wife!Yn being taken aback, is unable to react for a good few first seconds, mouth agape. Light hue of red crawls up the neck to settle on her cheeks, when her husband hums in question.

“Mm? You see this? This is what you do to me, silly girl.”

Everything seemed suddenly more reasonable—Gojo stealing those frequent long gazes, his odd body language while he checks his pregnant wife out. Gojo gets aroused.

Pregnant Wife!Yn tears her gaze away from his manhood, cold sweat making her feel more or less like her currently out of shower dripping wet husband. Oh the thoughts that might be running in his perverted brain, all the ways he could take you in and you wouldn't be moving away with all the weight you bear of his baby, but comply, and relish, and whine.

“Oh-oh...” she mumbles shyly, the revelation lessening her insecurity effectively more than all sweet words combined could have ever had.

an. husband gojo >>> also this is my 1k readers special! ty for giving my writings your time, love y'all. likes & rbs are appreciated <33

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[xxsabitoxx]

Fushiguro Megumi never wanted to have children.

Yet, here he was at the ripe age of 26 waking up in the early hours of the morning to his daughter’s quiet whimpering. His eyes immediately want to close, but his body is pushing him up from the plush of your warm bed.

There, in the bassinet beside him, was your three month old little girl. Her eyes weren’t even open yet, but her tiny lips were wobbling. Small chubby face contorted as she dreamt about something she clearly didn’t enjoy.

It made Megumi’s heart ache, carefully pushing down the side of the bassinet so he could scoop her up.

“Now what’s with this fussing, hmm?” Megumi’s voice came out gravelly, thick with sleep, and yet your daughter visibly calmed at that familiarity of it.

“It’s too early and you’re too little to be having bad dreams.” He cooed softly, cradling her so her head was right above his heart. The two of you had learned over the last 3 months that your heartbeats calmed her.

“Are you hungry?” Megumi murmured softly, sleepy eyes landing on the alarm clock on his nightstand. “You probably are… if you woke up like you usually do for mama to feed you.” Which would be around 3am.

Given that it was nearly seven in the morning, your little baby was likely ready to eat again.

“Alright, baby. Let’s go get you something to eat.” Megumi hummed softy, pleased with himself as he managed to get out of bed with baby girl in his arms and not disturb anyone in the process.

He had gotten increasingly confident with his baby handling skills over the last three months.

He certainly still had a bit of worry to him when it came to walking with her, but he could move around and function with one arm easily.

“How about we make mama breakfast after you eat?” He asked her softly, placing one of the frozen bags of milk into the water he heated. It would be a lot faster to just wake you up and have her feed then and there, but Megumi prioritized your sleep.

… and baby girl was content right now so he knew she’d survive the ten minutes it took to prep the bottle.

Megumi actually cherished those ten minutes, each morning when the Sun had just peaked over the horizon. When he could lean against the counter and hold her in his arms, memorizing every inch of her perfect little face.

Making the choice to move out to the country side shortly after finding out you were pregnant a year ago has been the best choice.

Every morning was tranquil, no sound of traffic or construction or even crowds of people for that matter.

Just nature, children laughing as they walked to school, normal people getting ready for their normal lives… everything he had wished for as a child.

She began to fuss again, stopping the moment Megumi brought her face up to his and kissed her cheeks softly. “Good morning, sweet girl.” Her eyes opened slowly, large and sleepy and the same color as yours.

“Let daddy put it in the bottle and then you can eat.” She seemed to understand him, cooing softly as he kissed her little forehead before settling her in one arm again.

Megumi had become a pro at making bottles, now he barely had to think when doing so.

Before he used to be meticulous, hands shaking as he measured everything out. Now, it came naturally, turning out perfect each time. “Here we go, sweet girl.”

He sunk into the sofa, a bib around her neck to prevent spit ups and a burp cloth over his shoulder. She took the bottle happily, little hand coming up to rest on top of Megumi’s while the other played with her bib.

“Is it good?” He murmured, smiling widely as her eyes focused on him and him alone.

As if he were her entire world.

Megumi also learned to cherish these little moments, because he knew the second you were present, there was nothing on this planet that would tear her eyes away from you. Three months old and it was already clear she was going to be a mama’s girl.

“What are we going to make mama for breakfast, hmm? I’m sure she’ll be starving when she wakes up.” She only blinked at him, suckling on the bottle contently as she listened to his voice. “How about her favorite?”

Megumi tapped her backside softly, body subconsciously rocking a bit to comfort her further as she ate.

“We have everything we need to make mama’s favorite breakfast. The trick is going to be making it without her waking up to the smell of it. She has a good nose.”

She let go of the bottle, letting Megumi take it away so he could place her on his shoulder and burp her.

He had to admit, the things he thought would be so tedious were easily his favorite. Bonding with his baby had been as easy as falling in love with you.

It felt natural, as if it was what he was meant to do.

“Good mornin~” you yawned, startling Megumi slightly as he looked over at you. “What are you doing up?” He scolded softly, it was far too early for you to be awake.

“Hungry, missed the two of you.” You shuffled over to the couch, sitting down carefully as to not disturb your little girl. “I didn’t want to interrupt daddy-daughter time but I woke up missing you both terribly.”

Your cheek was pressing to Megumi’s shoulder, hand coming down to rest on top of your baby and Megumi’s hand. It was no surprise that her eyes seemed to become more alert at the sound of your voice.

“Good morning my precious girl.”

You cooed softly, leaning a little further into Megumi so you could see her face around the bottle.

“We were going to surprise you with breakfast.” Megumi pouted, head turning to kiss the crown of your head as you sighed. “We can make it together, instead.”

“No, you can relax while I make it.” Megumi corrected, making you chuckle at his need to keep you on bed rest.

“Megumi, I want to help you make it. It’s more rewarding for me to help you.” You hum, lifting your head to kiss his shoulder before moving your head back. “And since I’m up early, it means we can take a family nap later.”

That seemed to stop Megumi from retaliating, giving in easily at that point simply because of the promise of cuddles. “Alright, fine. You can help with breakfast.”

You were content with that, in the same way Megumi was content with his finally normal life.

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Scavenger Hunt

pairing: max verstappen x girlfriend!reader

summary: fans are baffled when they spot max verstappen running about Monaco on Valentine’s Day — what’s causing him such panic?

a/n: inspired by the upcoming baby verstappen and little Donut

a/n2: I know there’s a typo in one of the texts but I didn’t want to rewrite that so imagine there isn’t please

Masterlist | Taglist

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Bluesky

user1: it’s so early and on Valentine’s Day…are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?

↳user2: that he forgot to get y/n something and is now rushing around last minute?

↳user1: yup!

user3: it’s so fun to see celebrities act just like regular people

user4: just how early is it over there

↳user5: extremely. I honestly have no idea what he’s doing up right now

user6: early, rushing around, and he’s still kind enough to smile at people…

↳user7: I have no idea how people think he’s a villian

↳user8: right? He’s just a little pookie

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Private Messages, Lando and y/n

Bluesky

user9: another max spotting!

user10: he must have completely forgotten about Valentine’s Day…

user11: wild thoughts thrown into the universe but…are they even still dating??

↳user12: what??

↳user11: neither of them have posted anything about each other in months. By this point in winter break last year, there was like 100 photos of what they were doing and where they were going…

↳user12: omg don’t even say such thing again…

↳user13: ohhh you have a point. I don’t like it but you have a point…

user14: was he up at the crack of dawn or something??

↳user15: that’s what I was wondering…

user16: ok but where was he going in such a hurry??

↳user17: I saw him today! He was ducking into a local bakery and he came out empty handed about 2 minutes later

↳user16: he’s rushing about at the crack of dawn to go to bakeries???

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Private Messages, Charles (and Alex) and y/n

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Bluesky

user18: I saw him this time!

↳user19: well?

↳user18: another bakery and this time he came out with a bag from them. He was still in a rush

↳user19: interesting interesting 🤔

user20: he’s been spotted all over Monaco hasn’t he?

↳user21: At least 4 different locations now yes!

↳user20: have they all been bakeries?

↳user21: as far as we know yes

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Bluesky

user22: he looks so good!

↳user23: he always does… y/n is so lucky…

user24: was it another bakery?

↳user25: it was!

↳user19: hmmmm

user26: did he answer any questions while he was signing?

↳user27: he was chatting with us!

↳user28: did you get anything interesting from him?

↳user27: thankfully he’s still dating y/n — he was laughing because apparently she had ordered donuts from a bakery last night but forgot which one so he’s out and about trying to track them down

↳user28: awwww

↳user19: 📝📝📝

user19: I have a theory!

↳user29: is it completely crazy and out there?

↳user19: no! Well maybe! But I have some proof!

↳user29: oh no…

user19

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user19: I believe that y/n, Max Verstappen's girlfriend, is pregnant! Facts!

1 — these are the last photos she posted of herself before she went into a soft blackout (she’s only posted a couple of congratulations for Max and the McLaren boys near the end of the season). Those clothes and that pose? Classic for hiding pregnancy — and it even looks like she has a bump in that last one

2 — Max's store has a host of new baby items (cute af and I’ve already ordered some for my nieces and nephews). Why would he seemingly spontaneously start to carry baby stuff? Cause he’s got a kid on the way

3 — the last couple streams Max has done, he’s talked about legacy and the future. Not the strongest evidence but both Max and y/n have said in the past that they’d like to have a kid or 2 when they get more settled in their lives

4 — Max’s behavior today. Rushing all about various bakeries? That just screams pregnancy cravings — I bet that y/n sent him out to get something specific and he was trying to find it/them

In conclusion, y/n is pregnant and I think she’s pretty far along — and they’re trying to hide it

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user30: oh my god…

↳user31: baby verstappen incoming!

user32: holy shit…

↳user33: I don’t know what to say here

↳user32: I do! user19 you’re crazy

↳user19: just because I’m right doesn’t mean I’m crazy!!!

user34: I don’t think I’ve wanted anything to be more true in my life…

↳user35: big mood

user36: this is such a stretch but god do I want it to be true

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Private Messages, Lando and Charles and y/n

Private Messages, Max and y/n

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: our little family is growing — this is Donatello. Thank you yourusername for the wonderful Valentine’s Day surprise!

And baby Verstappen is coming Spring 2025

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user37: WHAT???

↳user38: it’s just like max to showcase his cats first…

↳user37: well baby Donatello came to the house before baby Verstappen liked by yourusername, maxverstappen1

yourusername: awww I’m glad you like little Donatello

↳yourusername: and that you didn’t mind me sending you all over the place this morning

↳user39: did you really send him on a goose chase today?

↳yourusername: well I had to get him out of the apartment somehow and pregnancy cravings are a good catch all 😂

↳maxverstappen1: schatje…

↳yourusername: you love me really

↳yourusername: and i had to come up with something when you heard me talking about Donut…

↳user39: awww is his nickname Donut?

↳yourusername: no

↳maxverstappen1: yes

↳charles_leclerc: yes 😊

↳yourusername: ugh

oscarpiastri: congrats on the new additions

↳yourusername: thanks Oscar!

charles_leclerc: you’re welcome for helping!

↳yourusername: thanks again Charles!

↳maxverstappen1: yes thank you

↳charles_leclerc: ☺️☺️

↳yourusername: oh yeah max he wants godfather liked by charles_leclerc

landonorris: and i don’t get any thanks for helping?

↳user40: threesome??

↳maxverstappen1: what

↳landonorris: no no no I helped hide the new cat

↳yourusername: ewww no. He hid some of the extra cat supplies for me in an effort to bag godfather

↳maxverstappen1: say goodbye to the potential godfather title

↳landonorris: FUCK

↳charles_leclerc: HA!

user19: I WAS RIGHT!! liked by user53

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[sincere1ystar]

Loved You First

rafe cameron x fem! reader | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1

Two years ago, Rafe left the island without saying a word. Unknowingly to him, you were pregnant all along. When he finally comes back, he’s desperate to get you back not knowing it’s more complicated than it seems.

𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

Two years ago. That’s when you last saw Rafe Cameron. And during those two years you were pregnant for nine months with his baby. Not that he knew though.

It was difficult to say the least, and if it wasn’t for your little girl Julie , your heart would have never recovered. She was only about a year and a half, but she was sunshine in human form. Julie had the same eyes as her father that destroyed your idea of love, but she had your kind and giving spirit. She had the same smile as the man who left you one day for good, but she had your fondness for animals. Sure many of her physical attributes came from Rafe, but her heart was all you.

Maybe Rafe disappearing without a single explanation or goodbye was the reason you swore off affection for good. Everyone knew it did, but you insisted that your decision to lock the door of love and throw awake the key was to focus on yourself and your baby. Plus it’s not like you haven’t moved on. Well, maybe not romantically speaking, but you’ve moved on with your life. You had a job as a waitress at the local diner and even though Julie didn’t have her dad in the picture, your friends made sure that she had many aunts and uncles to shower her with love and care.

Of course you still struggled. Providing for a child was expensive, especially with only having a waitress job to support the two of you. On top of it all pathetic as it was, you still thought about Rafe even though it was two years since he left without a word. What if he stayed? He hadn’t even known you were pregnant, you never got the chance to tell him.

You constantly found yourself dwelling on these what-ifs. But it’s not like anything would change, your paths would never cross for. The thought was solidified in your head until you heard the news. Rafe was back on the island.

Well he technically wasn’t back permanently. But he’s been coming back and forth for buisness trips, and each time you’ve managed to skillfully avoid him. Not like it was hard, The two main places you spent your time was the diner and home anyway.

The first time you saw him in person after everything was at the diner. One of your friends was babysitting little Julie as you were working a double shift that day. You were giggling at a joke on of your coworkers made when the door chimed open.

“Hey what can I get started for you”— The menu in your hands was now dropped onto the floor once you saw who it was. Rafe. Your ex lover and the father of your child, who didn’t even know he was a father.

You weren’t going to let him see you weak. You weren’t going to let him see you flustered while stumbling over your words. “Sorry about that. What can i get started for you again?”

“Hey.. Can we talk?”, Rafe asks not even bothering to look at the menu placed in front of him. Unlike you, he wasn’t caught off guard in the least. He must have found out you were working at the diner somehow.

Two years. Two years since he left without a word. It didn’t matter whether or not he knew you were pregnant or not, he still left. And you were determined to not let him back in that easy. “I’m sorry that’s not an option on our menu. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“I just need five minutes—“

“So what can I get started for you today? Our appetizers are on the front page”.

“Fine play it like that. I’ll take a water then”.

Before he can say anything else you turn back, your heels stomping during each step. He’s back? Why did he have to come here out of all place? Who does he think he is asking to talk? He’s the one who left two years ago without saying a word. If your boss hadn’t let out a small cough to interrupt your thoughts, you wouldn’t have realized that the cup in your hand was overflowing as you poured the water mindlessly.

He stayed there the rest of the day. Still sitting in that little booth just ordering a glass of water over and over again. And everytime you went over to ask if he’d like the check, he’d beg for a chance to talk again and again. Why was he desperately trying to fix things after two whole years? Did he know about.. No no he couldn’t.

Of course you were closing that night, which meant that you couldn’t escape Rafe as you locked up the diner for the night. You were tired of his attempts and just wanted to go home to your daughter.

“Just five minutes”, Rafe pleaded once again. “You know what no I’ll take two minutes of your time that’s all. Promise”.

“Listen I know I’m an idiot I know”, he started, And I left and I was stupid and it took me two years to realize”-

You stop him right there not willing to hear another word. “Yeah you were stupid. I don’t want your pity or your apologizes. It was two years ago Rafe, I’m sure we both moved on”. You start walking towards the nearest bus stop as Rafe follows close behind.

“Wait! Wait okay okay! I’m not asking for your forgiveness okay?.. I uh need a place to stay”, his words rush and overflow out of his mouth. He was desperate to get you to listen to him. Even if he had to lie about needing a place to stay.

His words stop you in your tracks. “A place to stay? I know you sold your place back at Tannyhill a while back but you don’t have… a rental house or something?”

“Not anymore… I sold it. And all the hotels are fully booked around here”.

Rafe knew it was a reach, and didn’t expect you to comply. If it wasn’t peak tourism season at the island you wouldn’t have believed him. “Fine. You can stay over at my house for a night”.

You were always sweet. Even to the man that abandoned you without a word. It’s just who you were. You could pretend to be cold and heartless in front of Rafe, but you both knew deep down that wasn’t who you were.

It’s a long and awkward bus ride, Rafe tries to speak every now and then but you quickly shut him down. He’s suddenly quiet once the two of you reach your place though. It’s… modest to say the least. Not in the best neighborhood either, but who was he t judge anyway. Being judgmental wasn’t going to get you back.

He notices how you have to practically kick open the door in order to get it unlocked. He also notices how small and cramped your place is. What does catch him off guard is the little girl running into your arms the minute you open the door.

“Mamaaaaaaaa!!!!!”, little Julie squeals as she toddles over to you and throws herself into your arms. Your friend who was babysitting her just chuckles at the little girl’s reaction and gets up from her spot on the couch.

“How has it been a year and a half already? She’s growing too fast”, your friend coos as you agree.

You quickly thank her for watching your Julie, hoping she won’t notice Rafe on her way out and by some miracle she doesn’t. But little Julie does as she giggles and waves to him from over your shoulder.

The door shutting from your friend’s exit is what forces Rafe out of his thoughts. That little girl in your arms was your daughter Was she his daughter too? He didn’t even need to ask, she had to be. With those eyes she had there was no doubt about it.

You don’t have to say anything to Rafe. The look you give him says it all.

[azulpitlane]

we can't be friends l fc43

summary: after a drunk hookup with your best friend, franco, you find out he has a girlfriend, leaving you alone and pregnant

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yourusername summers almost gone :(

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user franco being on this three times🤨

user prettiest girl

francolapinto THE LAST PHOTO??

yourusername your mom just showed it to me last night and we laughed for like 5 mins

francolapinto te odio😐

yourusername 😘

user i am once again asking for you two to admit youre in love with each other

user chat why is nobody freaking out? this feels like a soft launch

user noooo they've been best friends since they were kids, they always post like this

user man i wish this was a soft launch, they need to get together already

user drop the photo franco was taking omg

user childhood bffs to lovers trope about to go crazyy

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user winning the idgaf war ily

user wheres franco?

user i can finally call u my favorite wag!!

user we know ur dating franco just hard launch already😩

user we better see you at the australia gp!!!

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f1gossip Looks like we were wrong about Franco dating his best friend, Y/n Y/l/n. He was spotted leaving the Australian GP holding hands with another woman and according to sources closer to him, he's been seeing this woman for a few weeks now.

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user please say sike rn

user NOOOOOOOOOO

user franco you had ONE JOB

user he really made f1twt freak out over nothing

user wait a damn minute- if they've been dating for weeks, does that mean he cheated on her with y/n????

user honestly i support that.

user or maybe y/n and franco really are just friends🤷‍♀️ they never confirmed anything

user y/n deserves better bye

user whys this making me mad, i need to touch grass i fear

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f1gossip Following rumors about a love triangle with best friend, Franco Colapinto, Y/n has removed followers and gone private on all social medias.

Franco and his family were removed as followers as well.

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user so this basically confirms the rumors, franco is a two timer.

user she also blocked franco😭 shes no longer tagged on any of his posts

user how did we go from thinking they were dating to this...

user removing his family is crazyyyy considering she grew up with them but you do you girl

user i was one of the followers removed💔

user girl we were all removed, im gonna miss her💔

user imagine dropping your lifelong best friend for some random 30 year old woman i-

user poor girl, seems like she just wants to be left alone

f1gossip yup. this is probably our last post about her! the franco and y/n lore was fun while it lasted

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yourusername one last night in argentina🩵

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yourbff posting yourself drinking out of a wine glass then the next slide being a baby announcement is hilarious

yourusername OMG IT WAS JUST SPARKLING WATER I SWEAR!!

user STOP IM GONNA MISS U SO BAD

user wdym my favorite blonde and brunette duo are leaving me🥲

yourmom ya te extraño♥️ i already miss you

yourusername mamiii te visitare todo el tiempo🥹 ill visit you all the time

user this baby is gonna have the coolest mom ever <3

user motherhood already looks good on u baby

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notes: i hit my image limit so ill end it here ig. also i just realized it sounds like im giving the reader a lesbian arc towards the end omg didnt mean to do that. anddd as always this is not proofread lol