man, pregnant women in soap operas just cannot catch a break. they're always giving birth in snowstorms or elevators or cars or during hostage situations. must be extremely stressful to be pregnant and living in one of those soap opera small towns. you'd spend the whole pregnancy wondering if you would be able to get an epidural in the hospital or if you'd wind up having to give birth in some random snowbank.
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oh my god my mom is getting into astrology....
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i would like to thank my parents for the fact that they literally could have gotten me extracted earlier but decided not to so my birthday would be 7/7 and i would not be a gemini 😌
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i have for the first time found what i can truly love—i have found you
sukuna x reader
summary: you and sukuna go out for a late night meal. gojo finds out about your... relationship. sukuna is forced to take care of you when you come home drunk.
w/c: 2.85k
tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. fluff. lots of banter. cursing. jealous/protective!sukuna. gojo being a flirt. aged up!yuuji. features a teeny bit of yuuji x reader. drinking and drunk!reader. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers.
a/n: i think i like how this turned out! also, the first two sections could def be read as a fluffy lil stand alone. idc whats happening in the canonverse, sukunas just a tsundere who adores us very much<3
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"maybe if you stare long enough, food will magically appear," sukuna calls to you from the kitchen table.
"this is no joking matter," you scold from your place in front of the fridge. "i'm starving."
"well, here's an absurd idea— let's go eat."
you turn toward him, finally closing the fridge, and tilt your head to the side. "you eat?"
"of course." he leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. "i typically prefer babies, but hell, i'd even go for an old man right now. i'm famished."
your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. he lets the panic simmer on your face for a few more cruel moments. "i'm kidding, idiot. i eat food, same as you."
"i knew that," you assert. the way your shoulders sag in relief tells him otherwise.
"right," he smirks. after standing up, he grabs your purse and tosses it in your direction. "where to? you're buying."
with only so many places open at midnight, you begin your journey to a 24 hour ramen shop.
you've hardly interacted with sukuna outside of your apartment, so this is certainly an experience you didn't anticipate. and in fact, you're shocked at how normal it feels— almost as if it's a date.
as you walk down the street, people eye him suspiciously because of the dark lines they assume are tattoos. it doesn't bother you though, nor does the lateness of the hour. you know that you're safe because you're with him.
your hands keep brushing against one another's, and you're hoping that he'll eventually take a hint and reach for yours. he doesn't (i mean come on, do you even know who you're dealing with?).
he does at least pick up on your pouty expression with impressive ease. "what now?"
"nothing," you huff.
"don't be a brat."
you sigh dramatically. "you're supposed to hold my hand."
"sure princess," he says condescendingly, lacing his fingers through yours. "maybe use your words next time like a big girl."
he doesn't fail to notice the ensuing skip in your step, and he kicks himself for regarding it as cute.
when you arrive at the ramen shop, sukuna orders no less than three bowls, which earns him a glare once the waitress walks away.
"when i agreed to pay, i didn't know what a glutton you are."
"oh yeah? cause i'm just the picture of temperance any other time?"
you scoff. "well you've got me there."
a sly smirk settles onto his face before he speaks again. "maybe one day you'll learn how greedy i am when it comes to the things i've deemed pleasurable."
you choke on the water you'd just brought to your lips, your face heating up as if it'd been bathed by fire.
wiping at your mouth, you try your best to recover quickly. "whatever, you hellion. as long as that doesn't involve a fourth bowl of ramen."
you're no more than 10 steps away from the shop when you hold out your hand to him. "ahem."
he grabs it roughly and not without rolling his eyes.
"what?" you ask innocently. "that was a word."
"hardly," he jeers. "for as much as you read, i'd expect you to be more fluent than a child."
"and at 1000 years old, i'd expect you to be more charming than a teenage boy, but i guess we're both making concessions."
"see, this is the part that puzzles me. you never seem to have trouble with your words when you're being insolent."
"maybe it's a sign," you begin whimsically. "the universe decided you need to be taken down a peg."
"ah, yes. you as the executor of the universe's will. i don't know why i couldn't see it before."
you giggle, rather delighted that he's elected to play along with your quips. there's something that feels so warm and pleasant about it.
as you wonder if he feels it too, your hand tightens around his.
you're not quite ready to head back to your apartment just yet, because you're scared you'll lose the atmosphere surrounding the two of you. in truth, it's a bit intoxicating.
the perfect opportunity arises when you spot a small park up ahead. lights are strung around the trees, all of which are situated around a small fountain.
"we should stop at that park!" you hardly finish speaking before you take off in that direction, tugging him along behind you.
after you plop down on the fountain's ledge, sukuna takes his place beside you.
"let's sit here for a little while."
he doesn't respond and you take his silence as agreement. he's not really one to stifle his grievances.
as the minutes pass, the rush of the fountain is the only noise that fills the air, while you gaze at the trees with a serene expression.
sukuna, however, is looking at you. the only care he has for the trees is the way their lights reflect in your eyes. otherwise, he's fully occupied by the curve of your nose and the fullness of your lips.
"isn't this pretty?" you finally ask.
"it's pretty," he agrees, even when such a soft word feels foreign on his tongue.
his eyes still haven't left you, and you seem to be oblivious to this fact until he reaches up to stroke your cheek with the back of fingers.
when your gaze lands on him, the fondness written all over his face catches you off guard and you realize how close the both of you are. without really thinking about it, you lean into his touch.
"very pretty," he repeats lowly, as if he's talking to himself.
your heart lurches once in your chest, then hammers away at your ribcage without respite. he leans toward you a fraction of an inch, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a brief second.
truthfully, sukuna has never felt the way he does in this moment. it's a sincere sort of desire. he doesn't want the mindless devotion he once thirsted for from his followers. and he doesn't want the sex he used to crave from his concubines.
no. he just wants you— in whatever capacity you're willing to have him.
the way he's looking at you is just too much. there's a dull thudding in your ears and you swear your thoughts are moving at a million miles a minute.
so naturally, you blurt out the first thing you can manage. "we should take a selfie!"
his face shifts from whatever that expression was to one of confusion. "take a selfie?"
some twisted mix of relief and disappointment crashes through you.
"yeah, a selfie. a picture together. ya know, since the park is so pretty," you ramble.
he pulls away from you. not all the way, but enough that it gives you space to finally breath. he chuckles and it doesn't sound lofty like it so often does. in fact, he seems genuinely amused by you.
"a selfie," he deliberates. "that sounds great, but to the best of my knowledge, hell hasn't frozen over."
and just like that, your dynamic feels like it did during your walk from the ramen shop to the park— comfortable and fun.
"well i guess you would be one of the first to know."
ignoring his protests, you take out your phone and hold it far enough away that the camera captures both of your faces. you can see on the screen that he's put on an expression of complete boredom.
"c'mon," you nudge him with your elbow. "you look like you hate me."
the corner of his mouth curves upward. "that's because i do."
you think back on the way he was gazing at you just moments ago and laugh. "you're so full of shit."
then, without warning, you press a kiss to his cheek and click the button.
you decide that his vague look of contented surprise will just have to do.
when you and yuuji walk into the bar, you immediately spot one of the people you're there to meet. he's sitting at a hightop by himself, his snow white hair pretty hard to miss.
you tap his shoulder and his face breaks out into a grin. he slides out of the barstool. "if it isn't my favorite civilian!"
as he pulls you into a hug, you wonder if he's ever going to get tired of that joke. "if it isn't my favorite old man."
"35 is not old," he argues, moving to greet yuuji. "i'm still in the summer of my life, thank you very much!"
"gojo you're 36," the pink haired man remarks.
"gah! such betrayal, yuuji!" he presses his hand to his forehead and takes a deep breath. "now i'm going to need another round."
"i'll go and get drinks for all of us," you offer. "you two stay here so no one takes the table."
before either of them can respond, you turn and begin making your way through the crowd. you don't hear gojo when he calls out, "but darling! i should go with you!"
he takes a step in your direction, but stops when sukuna's mouth appears on yuuji's cheek. "you certainly should not, you insufferable half wit."
"relax, dude. he flirts with literally everyone," yuuji informs him.
gojo scoffs. "i am right here—"
"as if that makes it better?" sukuna barks. "she isn't some toy to be played with."
"of course she isn't! you can't honestly think i'd believe otherwise."
gojo is left forgotten for a moment as the other two bicker, so he interjects once there's a lull in the conversation. "do either of you care to explain what the hell is going on?"
yuuji turns toward him, trying and failing to hide the embarrassment on his face once he realizes that gojo is, in fact, still standing there.
his eyebrows are raised above his sunglasses and it's clear he is inappropriately amused by the situation (what else is new?). he moves to sit across from the younger man, looking at him expectantly.
having no way to talk himself out of this, yuuji relays the recent events regarding you and sukuna, sparing some of the finer details. gojo's face doesn't really betray much emotion throughout the story, though he does look thoughtful by the end of it.
leaning forward, he crosses his arms on top of the table. "maybe your feelings for her are influencing his own, forcing a sort of bond between them?"
"i don't think so," yuuji contends honestly. "other than her, you're the person i admire and respect the most, but he thinks—"
"that you are perhaps the most imbecilic rampallion i've ever had the displeasure of coming across."
gojo jerks back, as if the insult had hit him squarely in the jaw. the look of giddiness from yuuji's compliment, followed by the shift to indignation at sukuna's insult is almost comical.
he stretches his neck forward, cupping his hand around one side of his mouth as if it'd keep sukuna from hearing. "what'd he just call me?"
yuuji shrugs. "beats me, but i don't think he was singing your praises."
"i see your point." gojo pauses, glancing over his shoulder. you're approaching the table, so he turns back to yuuji and quickly adds, "we'll talk more about this another time, but for now, keep this between us."
a few moments later, you appear in front of them and exclaim, "look who i found!"
megumi and inumaki situate themselves around the table too, offering their greetings. you slide yuuji and gojo their drinks, both of which are filled to the brim of the glass. "now then gentlemen, shall we?"
when gojo teleports you and yuuji back to your apartment that night, it takes everything in you to keep from yakking all over your carpet.
"ta ta, hooligans!"
you turn to request that he never do that again, but he's already gone. taking one step forward, you promptly fall on your ass in the entryway with an unforgiving thud. yuuji staggers toward the couch, making it there just in time to face plant into the cushions.
looking down toward your shoes, you're dismayed to find that each one appears to have two sets of laces. you're fumbling with them determinedly when someone crouches down in front of you, their elbows resting on their thighs.
he doesn't say a word. brushing your hands away, he unties your shoes and carefully pulls them off your feet. you're lifted from the floor before you can register the arm that's looped under your knees or the other that's securely around your back.
"careful," you hiccup, your head falling into the crook of his neck. "'m gunna p-puke."
"i'd rather you didn't."
you groan. "s'not like i 'ave a choice in the matter."
he hums. "how much did you drink?"
"dunno. sss'much. nobara—" you hiccup again. "nobara n' maki made me."
he chuckles, placing you down on what you figure is your bed. "right, i'm sure you had no choice in the matter."
"tha's correct, yes."
unbuttoning your jeans, he tugs upward on your belt loops. "lift."
you do as he says, lifting your hips from the bed so he can slide your jeans off your legs. he knows you won't remember this— hell, your eyes are already closed— but he looks away as he does it anyway.
pulling your phone from your pocket and putting it on the charger, your pants are discarded off to the side. he only turns his head back in your direction once he's pulled the blankets up over your body.
"tuck me in?" you request.
sitting down on the bed beside you, he does so without protest.
he stares at you for a little while, worried about how poorly you're probably going to feel in the morning. he presses a kiss to your forehead, intending to get up and grab a water bottle for your nightstand.
instead, his body freezes when he hears you mumble, "i love you s'much."
his heart clenches so painfully, he honestly considers ripping it from his chest— it would probably be less agonizing.
but a thought that makes him feel like a fool occurs to him. of course it's not him that you love. "i'm not yuuji."
"well, duuuhhh. you're s'kuna." you're peering up at him through tired, hazy eyes. it's the first time you've ever seen him look bewildered, so a small giggle erupts from your throat. "s'okay. you don't 'ave t'say it back."
your eyes flutter shut and your breathing evens out before he even thinks to respond. all at once, it's as if his head is empty and as if it's about to explode.
love?
what does he know about love? it's a sentiment he's cursed for so long, but sitting here beside you, he can't quite seem to remember why. one thing he is sure of, however, is that there's never been a thing in the world he's loved.
suddenly, he's struck with remembrance of a quote from jane eyre you had emphasized with messy underlines:
"after a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, i have for the first time found what i can truly love—i have found you. you are my sympathy—my better self—my good angel. i am bound to you with a strong attachment. i think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one."
rochester says it as he begs jane to stay at thornfield with him, an act sukuna had previously regarded as ridiculous, but is that still the case?
were you to ever scorn him, would he fall to his knees and plead with you to change your mind? or if you were in danger of dying, would he drag himself to a shrine and pray to the gods he doesn't believe in?
is that what love is?
could he stand to be apart from you? are you special to him? does anything else in the world compare to you? does he seek out your company? is he consumed by you? can he know himself without knowing you?
does the definition of love lie in those questions?
sukuna hopes not, because he's terrified of the answers. being in love is not his way, nor is it in his nature.
he buries his face in his hands as realization settles into his bones. it feels as if they're splintering beneath the pressure, trying resentfully to stave it off.
he transcends any imaginable scale of power. he's bled entire villages dry, he's commandeered death, he's the king of curses.
so why now? and why you? is it divine retribution? a sick sort of joke that even he couldn't have dreamed up?
gods, you were right. the universe has sent you to carry out its will and he's completely powerless to stop it.
the worst part of it all? he doesn't want to.
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She's here and she's ours - Lewis Hamilton
Pure fluff.
Sequel She's here and she's not only ours (+1k)
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
wordcount: +1k
a/n: I'm 100% sure Lewis is gonna be a girl dad, like there's no other option in my mind. Also, I might make this a series of firsts with his kids, maybe 🙃
As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!
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First-borns took longer to come, you’d been told that much, but 26 hours of active labor seemed like a bad joke.
The due date had been almost a week prior, which meant she had to be induced, but at the end of it all a perfectly healthy, and tad bit big, 20.7 inches and 7.3 pounds baby girl had made her arrival in the early hours of a cold, but sunny, Wednesday.
The three days stay at the hospital also meant all of your and his family had had more than enough time to get to Monaco still in time to chat, have lunch and joke around with you, contractions only ever getting really strong the night before your water finally broke. At a time your perfectly thought-out labor plan had already been torn to pieces.
She was meant to be born in the water, that’s how you and Lewis had dreamt of for months, but being as stubborn as both of you were she didn’t turn and a breach meant being ready for an emergency c-section, if needed. It also meant an epidural would be more than likely required, something you fought your hardest against but eventually agreed to after a couple hours with labor going quicker with the water broken. At the end you still managed to have her naturally, with a second degree tear nonetheless.
But the tiredness, your back killing you, the heartburn, the swollen feet and the pain, none of it took center stage in your mind as you watched your daughter, as weird as that word sounded, falling asleep in her father’s chest.
As soon as she had had her first feed in your breast the nurse asked if skin on skin with the father was something you both would like to happen. His eyes, who had been gleaming with pride since the second the doctor announce she was girl, watered as the nurse handed the infant to a shirtless Lewis, seated at your side in the sofa by the window.
She squirmed a bit as her small body tried to find comfort against his muscular chest, one of his hands almost big enough to hold her entire body while the other supported her neck and head. And as if in a movie, as soon as he spoke, her body relaxed and she contently sighted with the sound she had spent the last months hearing from inside you, a voice almost as constant as yours to her.
“She’s here, babe, and she’s all ours.” You couldn’t really tell if he was telling you or himself that, his eyes wouldn’t leave the infant in his arms and his movements were careful and kept to a minimal
“How you feeling dad?” Your voice breaking the spell he seemed to be under, his eyes shining with love for his family, the one he finally had.
“Amazed, hopeful, scared… in love” He almost whispered after thinking for a bit.
It was Lewis first year with Ferrari, all the excitement and buzz from the move were gone and real life had set in. Redbull were still dominating the grid, Ferrari a bit closer than the previous year, with both driver even managing to snatch a vitory each, but still the focus was now on the new regs for the 2026 car.
The mandatory summer shutdown was the perfect opportunity to destress for at least a week before the chaos started back again and Lewis made sure the ever-shorter time he had for a vacation would be perfectly spent with family and friends alike, somewhere in the sunny Mediterranean ocean.
It was on a hot and clear night that summer that your lives began to really change.
His step mom was talking about how hard it’d become to gain a few pounds of lean mass after menopause had hit, a curiously shy Willow asking her mom what menopause was and getting the period talk on the side while you mentally panicked that your period had been due for at least about 2 weeks, something you completely put to the back of your mind with the craziness of summer shutdown preparations.
You were on birth control, but still it could happen, you both knew that and had agreed on no condoms. Later that night, while Lewis got a late workout in and everyone else went to bed, you franticly looked for the package at the bottom of your suitcase, hoping the damn thing was still there.
Almost twenty minutes later Lewis found you on the bed staring at the night sea, lost in thoughts, shaking and so in over your head it took him at least 10 minutes to comprehend your rumbles about the test, still untouched at the adjoining suite sink, the line that read “pregnant 5-6 weeks” screaming back at you both.
To say the pregnancy took sometime getting used to was a light hearted way to say you went through hell mentally and physically. But still, the moment that tiny creature first kicked you after hearing her father’s voice melted any sign of a doubt left.
You were not only gifting Lewis his most treasured wish, you were gifting yourself a perfect symbol of the respect, companionship and love you two shared. A tiny human you and him got to raise and protect until she went out into the world and left her mark.
As everyone else came into the room to finally meet the newest Hamilton, Lewis’ moment with his newborn was interrupted by his mom getting to hold her newest grandkid, followed closely by his sisters, brother, niece and nephew crowding the sofa he sat just a few moments before.
“Thank you, babe, truly. I don’t even know how to tell you how grateful I am.” His lips kissing your hair from the top of your bed, eyes attentively watching as your girl got passed around.
“We’ll have at least 18 more years with her, you’ll have time.” You looked up at him to get his toothy smile just as your family walked into the room to complete the party.
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All the milestones (Lando Norris)
Fraser came earthside earlier than you expected
Note: english is not my first language. Believe it or not, I'm also a preemie (genetically and health wise, I am a catch, I know). Jokes aside as this is a serious topic, I was born at thirty three weeks because of some complications and it all turned out well, but I am aware of what it entailed from people telling me and it isn't something I've seen around here! Knowing that the diversity I write brings comfort to read and to ask this warms my heart up so much 🫶 I'm also basing this off of my mum's experience!
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Tw: mentions c-section and themes related to hospital stays and procedures, prematurity, pre-eclampsia
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"I'm really sorry I can't go with you, darling", Lando apoligised as he set the plate with lunch in front of you, "it's okay, it's just an ultrasound", you responded, "we're just going to check if everything is alright with you, right, little one?", you tapped your babybump softly. At thirty weeks pregnant, you were starting to feel the tiredness and aches like you had felt in your previous pregnancy, only now you had a toddler to look after as well, so you had been taking it easy. Fortunately, you were able to juggle work and family life in a way that allowed you to make the minimum compromise to both spheres of your life.
"Drink your water, baby", Lando reminded you, tapping the jug, "I'm going to pick up my dad from the airport and then we'll both get Tilly. Are you feeling like going out for dinner or should I get take out and we eat here?", he questioned, taking a bite of his food.
"I'd prefer to stay in", you stated, "are you feeling like anything special?", he asked back.
"Right now I can't think of anything", you offered, not really looking forward to eating the delicious food in front of you if you were really being honest. Still, you manage to eat the most of it.
"Have a good meeting, Lan, I love you", you said as you put your coat on, grabbing your bag with all your documents.
"Be safe, okay, baby?", he checked, kissing the top of your head and then kissing your baby bump, "and you too, buddy, keep yourself and mummy safe and sound, don't give her too much trouble", he said, helping you out of the door before you went on your separate ways, "I love you, gorgeous mummy!", he winked before he got inside his car.
Once you arrived at the hospital and checked yourself in, your midwife Amelia greeted you in the examination room, "how have you been feeling, Y/N?", she asked as she slipped the bad on your arm to get your blood pressure numbers, sending the urine sample to the lab.
"I've been feeling a little tired, especially compared to last time, which I can only put down to having Tilly, and she's a very calm child", you giggled, remaining quiet as the machine got your numbers.
"These look quite high, did you run up here?", she asked, "no, I got here earlier than I expected actually, I've been sitting on the waiting room for a bit", you scrunched your face.
"We'll just wait for your results and then we'll see if it's something we have to wordy about", she tranquilized, "let's see you baby boy, shall we?", she smiled as you lifted your shirt, letting her apply the cream and move the wand around.
"There's your son, Y/N", she smiled, "He's a bit quiet, but the heartbeat sounds good", she smiled, taking a few more pictures so you could bring them home for Lando and Matilda to see.
A knock on the door alerted you both as Amelia was taking your measurements, "I have the results for Y/N Y/L/N-Norris", your OB checked, seeing you in the room, "Hi, Y/N, I thought I'd only see you later", she said as she walked in. She pulled on a stool and sat on it, "your results are indicating that you might be in pre-eclampsia", she said as she showed the tablet's screen to Amelia, her stern expression confirming your suspicions on how serious the situation was, "your body is having trouble keeping up with everything, hence your high blood pressure and your urine results suggest your kidneys are working overtime as well", Dr. Martin said as you straightened up, hands coming to wrap around your baby bump protectively, "your baby is fine, so that's not a big worry, but we do think it would be best if we delivered him tonight", she advised.
"But he's too small", you argued.
"You're at thirty weeks, which isn't ideal, but the survival rate is very very high for babies born at this time, and we also have a team that is specialised in preemie care, so he will be in the best hands", she comforted, "we need to give you corticosteroids to make sure the baby's lungs are ready for when he comes earthside, we'll get you admitted and monitor you and the baby to make sure he's not struggling either. In a few days, depending on how this goes, we'll do a c-section. I know it's not ideal, but this is the best way to make sure you and baby boy stay safe".
Sighing, you nodded, "okay, whatever is best for both of us", you asserted, "I just need to call Lando - my father in-law is coming to stay for a bit and they're getting Matilda from school", you thought out loud.
"Absolutely, dear, everything is going to be just fine", Amelia conforted while Dr. Martin set you up to go to a room.
Lando helped Matilda up to her car seat, strapping her in as she spoke to his father, "and did you have a good day, princess?", Adam asked, "yes, we coloured lots and we saw a couple of butterflies when we were having our snack!", she smiled as Lando drove home.
The car system alerted them of a call from you, "hey, beautiful, I'm in the car with my father and Tilly - say hi to mummy, babygirl!", he encouraged, "Hi, mummy!", she cheered, "Hey Y/N", Adam greeted too.
"Hey, guys! Lando, can you give the phone to your dad, please?", you asked, "sure, love", he said as he disconnected the phone from the car, nodding his father to take the phone in the console.
"Hey, Y/N, is everything alright?", Adam asked over the phone, "Hey, Adam, I hope you travelled well! I'm not sure if Lando told you, but I had an appointment today, and it turns out I have to be admitted", you began, "I don't want to worry him, much less when he's driving, so as soon as you get home, can you tell him to call me back again, please? Baby Fraser might join us sooner than we expected", you mumbled, nerves obvious in your voice as Adam stayed with a neutral face.
"Absolutely, Y/N, I'll let him know", he said before hanging up.
"What was it? Is everything alright?", Lando asked, knowing there would be a reason as to why you didn't want to have everyone listening to the conversation.
Checking the rearview mirror to see Matilda playing with one of her books, Adam clarified Lando, "she is going to stay at the hospital for a little longer than she expected for some check ups, she didn't want Matilda to hear about it", he said. It wasn't too much of a lie, and he certainly didn't want to scare anyone and since Lando would be calling you anyway, it could wait for a bit, "she asked you to call her when you got home. Don't worry, I'll keep Matilda entertained", he smiled.
Once they arrived, Adam left his things in the guest bedroom and met Matilda in the kuchen, "grandpa will make you some snacks. What do you want, darling?", he asked as he urged Lando to go and make a call to you.
"Hi, baby", Lando said as you picked up, "dad said you wanted me to call you, is everything alright?", he asked as he stepped inside the bedroom, hanging his coat in the closet.
"Hi, my love", you sighed and sending Lando into alert, "when they did my check up, Amelia took my blood pressure and it was really high, and my urine sample didn't look great either. It turns out I'm in pre-eclampsia and they want to keep me for observation, and it's likely Fraser will join us in the next few days", you added, "I need you here -, and things for me", you let out.
"Are you okay? I'll start packing right away", he said as he put his phone on speaker, looking for pyjamas and toiletries.
"My blood pressure is high - so far there's no distress for the baby, and they want to keep him in for as long as they can", you explained, "I, I am fine staying here on my own, that's okay, but I really need you here for a bit", you asked, "of course, my love. I'm going to pack these up quick and I'll be there. I love you", he said before you said it back, putting his phone in his pocket and zipping the bag.
"Daddy, where are you going?", Matilda asked as she saw the bag, "princess, mummy is going to stay in the hospital for a bit so the doctors can make sure her and baby are okay, and daddy is going to take a few things for her", he announced, crouching down so he was at her level.
"Is mummy sick?", she pouted, "she's a little tired, so they're going to make sure she rests up as much as she can", he slipped out, "I'm going to be there for a little bit to giver her her pyjamas so she's comfy, and then I'll be right back, okay? Can you stay here with grandpa?", he asked.
"Okay, daddy", she said before walking away, "but wait!", she called from the hall.
"I'll get dinner started and tuck her in if it gets too late - she didn't want me to tell you until you were home", he apoligised, "I know, I know, thanks for being here, it was bloody good timing", Lando mused.
Matilda came back with one of her stuffed toys, a McLaren bear she loved, "this is for mummy, so she doesn't sleep alone", she smiled sweetly. Maybe her innocence was positive because it meant she was dealing with the situation quite well.
"I'll give it to mummy, baby girl, I bet she'll love it", he smiled, kissing her cheek and leaving to the garage so he could drive to the hospital.
When he arrived, Amelia walked up with him as she told you all there was to know, knocking on your room door before they stepped inside.
"Darling", he said, setting the bag down and sitting next to you on the bed, kissing your forehead protectively, "how are you?", he asked.
"Fine, although I don't think it has really sunk in", you mumbled, playing with his fingers, "how is Tilly?", you wondered.
"She gave you Mr. Brown", he said as he fished out the bear from the bag, "she said she wanted you to have it so you wouldn't be alone in here", he smiled.
After spending as much time as he could with you, he bid you goodbye and went home, finding his father washing up the dishes as Matilda got her pyjamas on for the night, "I have a tupperware for you in the fridge if you want something to eat".
"Thanks, I've got it from here though - c'mon, little miss, we're going to sleep!", Lando hoisted her up, holding her on his hip as they walked upstairs to the bedroom, "can I sleep in your bed, daddy?", Matilda spoke in a small voice, "I don't want you to be alone either", she admitted.
Smiling at her sweetness, he nodded, "of course you can, love. Mummy sent her goodnight wishes for you, and maybe we can visit her tomorrow, how does that sound?", he smiled, "yes, please, daddy!".
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"I made these for you, mummy, so your room is nice and colourful!", Matilda smiled as Lando let you in for a cuddle, your little girl getting help from her grandfather at ripping the tape so she could display her drawings she brought you almost daily, only missing days where Landk hadn't been able to bring her to the hospital because of their schedules.
"That's beautiful, darling, thank you so much", you gushed before turning to Lando, "has she cried again?", you whispered. You had been in the hospital for five days now, and two nights ago Matilda started with what was a tantrum at first and then evolved to crying about the fact that you weren't home. Lando was able to talk it out with her, welcoming her and allowing her to talk about how she was feeling and how it was beyond the fact that her tights were itching her.
"No, yesterday she told me she couldn't wait for you to come home, and that you were taking longer than she liked", he snickered, "always little miss rushing when it comes to you", he kissed the side of your head. Even though she was a daddy's girl through and through, she never made you feel left out.
"Y/N", Dr. Martin called after she stepped inside the room, "Oh, Matilda, you're so grown up already! Time flies by", she said as she waved at your little girl while Adam pulled her to sit on his lap, whispering "That's mummy's doctor, she is going to check up on her so you have to keep quiet, okay?" into her ear.
"I was checking your results, and I think between tonight and tomorrow, we might have to deliver your baby boy", she stated, everyone in the room straightening up as Matilda tried to read the adults' faces.
"His lungs look really good in the ultrasound we did this morning - as you know those were our biggest concerns, so we'll come up to monitor you, okay?", she rubbed your shoulder comfortingly before excusing herself.
"Well, I think it's best if we get going, then", Adam said as he got up, coming up to kiss the top of your head and squeeze your hand in his.
"Mummy, I know you're going to do very well", she said, earning small giggles around the room, "when can I come and meet the baby?", she stepped up to give you a kiss.
"We will have to see how it all goes, princess, but when you can, you'll be the first to come, okay?", you smiled, brushing the curls out of her eyes and kissing her head.
"I'll drop these guys home, get the baby bag and then I'll be back", Lando said, kissing your lips and your baby bump, "you stay in there for just a little longer, okay buddy?".
By the time Lando got back to the hospital, you had already been given a few medications to prep you for the c-section, "Kelly and Max advised that I shopped for some smaller clothes, so I have those in there", he tapped the baby bag, "and how are you feeling?", he cupped your cheek.
"My blood pressure is really high, so they're thinking about putting me under, like, full body anesthesia", you bit your lip. Getting surgery was already a big thing, but being completely under was another.
"Oh, okay", Lando gulped, "they won't let me be in there then", he realised, "that's not how we wanted this to happen, but it's going to be okay, gorgeous. You're the strongest woman I know, you're going to be just fine", he smiled, "and our baby boy will come out screaming and he will be the strongest little one ever", he said, trying to convince you and himself of his words. He was scared too, but it wouldn't do you both any good to dwell on it too much.
Knocking on the door, one of the lovely interns and Amelia came to get you, "are we all ready? I'm afraid you already know this, Lando, but you won't, be able to be with us in the OR", she apoligised, "I'll wait right here, if that's okay", your husband suggested, kissing you one last time before they wheeled you off, "I love you, Y/N", he muttered against your lips.
While he waited, he looked at the drawings in the room with precise attention, finding one where Matilda drew the four of you, her brother in your arms and Lando holding her hand, names scribbled under each person in Adam's writing.
Less than an hour later, Amelia stepped into the room, Lando getting up from his spot on the chair immediately, "everything went well, they were weaning Y/N off of the anesthesia, she's going to the PACU until she wakes up and then back here", she smiled, "your little boy is in the neonatal unit, do you want to come and meet him?", she asked, Lando letting out a sigh of relief at her words, "I'll let you know when Y/N comes back to the room", she ensured, having been in the job long enough to know the dilemma of wanting to be in two places at the same time.
"Yes, let's go", he said as he straightened up his sweater, "can I hug you?", he allowed himself to feel emotional, Amelia's open arms offering him a little comfort, "they're both alright, Lando, you have such a beautiful family", she cooed.
Walking with him to the neonatal care unit, she helped him into one of the gowns as they greeted the other parents inside along with all of the staff, "this is your little boy", she said, offering him a sanitizer for his hands, "he can't eat on his own just yet, so that single tube on his nose is feeding him, the other one is giving him oxygen, and those stickers are to make sure his heart is doing okay - little milestones and little victories", she explained as Lando took him in.
Surely, he was much smaller than Matilda, but he could already spot some similarities, "Can I touch him?", he asked, weary of disturbing the perfectly architected environment inside the incubator, "yes, of course! Just be mindful of the wires and tubes", she encouraged, opening the little doors so Lando could touch your son.
"Hey, buddy", he spoke as he touched his tiny fingers, "you're already such a fighter, breathing so well without ventilation", he cooed. He looked up all the complications and when he didn't see a mechanical ventilator, he couldn't help but feel proud of the baby, "he is, we did all the tests and for now supplemental oxygen seems to be enough", Dr. Martin said softly, not wanting to spook them as she showed up, "everything went well with Y/N, she should make a full recovery once it heals", she rubbed his back.
"Thank you", he said, keeping the tears at bay as he looked back at Fraser, "you're so tiny they had to roll up your diaper, hm little love?", he spoke, "there are so many people who love you and they have so much of it to give you".
A little while later, Amelia told him they were taking you up to your room, so Lando said goodbye to Fraser, "I'm going to see mummy, Fraser, and I'm going to tell her how much of a higher you are, I love you", he cooed one last time, rubbing his arm before taking his hands away, closing the little doors and folding the gown for later.
Walking into the corridor to your room, Lando could spot you in the other end, smiling as you spotted him too, "nearly beat you in this race", you smiled at him as he gestured for them to wheel you into the room, "everything went as expected, Dr. Martin will be up shortly to speak to you two", one of the interns said.
"How are you feeling, gorgeous?", he said, brushing your hair away from your eyes and behind your ears, "I'm fine, the meds are helping with the pain, I'm sure", you giggled, "they gave me a good dose".
"That's nice, at least", he said, "I've texted everyone to let them know you were okay and everything went well", he added.
"Have you seen him yet?", you asked, "yes, I have", Lando beamed, "He's very tiny and he looks a little bit like Tilly already. And he's such a fighter, too! He only had those little pin-like tubes to help him breathe, they didn't need any incisions or anything. I would've taken a picture but I couldn't take my hands away from him", he admitted.
"Hopefully soon I can see him", you gulped, knowing it would off the books for a bit since you had abdominal surgery.
"All in due course, baby. I'm so happy you're both fine", he kissed your forehead.
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"I just want to hold my baby!", you hiccuped, wiping the tears falling on your cheeks while Amelia conforted you, "just one more day, Y/N, maybe two at maximum to make sure you're healing well, too", she smiled apologetically.
A knock on the door alerted you as Lando and Matilda walked inside, making you wipe your cheeks quickly, "mummy!", she cheered softly, approaching you and climbing on the bed softly since she knew you were healing, "have you been crying, mummy?", she said, hugging your arm and resting her head there.
"Mummy is upset because I can't go and see Fraser today", you explained as Lando kissed the top of your head.
Amelia excused herself as you caught up with everything back home, "grandpa asked me to give you kisses", Matilda recalled as she kissed your cheeks, "his plane has landed alresdy", Lando added, "That's nice of him, thank you darling".
"We can go and meet Fraser, Tilly", Lando said as the window they allowed visitors in was coming to the half-time mark, "I'm going to give him loads of kisses from you mummy, don't worry about it!", your daughter said sweetly as she climbed off the bed, "I'm going to try and FaceTime, okay?", Lando confirmed, handing you your phone before they left for the neonatal unit.
"Matilda, darling, you have to put this on, okay?", one of the nurses gave her a mask, "she's in nursery and she might have caught some bug that isn't showing symptoms yet and it could be harmful for the babies", he checked with Lando as your husband nodded.
"It's like a costume, Tilly!", Lando tried to make it fun for her, adjusting the gown and then the mask around her face, "you can't go around touching things, okay princess?", he stated as she nodded, ready to meet her little brother.
Lando got himself gowned and led them to Fraser's incubator, "that is Fraser, baby", he cooed, typing on his phone inside the clear bag and FaceTiming you like he promised so you too could see the moment they met for the first time.
"He's so tiny", she gasped, standing on the stepping stool so she could see him properly, "I can't kiss him, can I?", she asked and Lando shook his head, watching you smile on the screen, "I'm going to blow him the kisses I have from mummy then", she said, her hand making the movements from her covered mouth to her brother, "I love you, Fraser, and mummy loves you too, she can't be getting because her tummy still hurts a little", she told him.
"This just makes you want to have another right away, doesn't it?", Lando croaked out as he wiped a tear from his eye, your wide eyes looking at him, "not anywhere in the near future - my body knows that much!", you giggled at the soft sight, "but it is incredibly cute, yes", you smiled as tears fell on your cheeks too.
"Look, mummy! He moved his hand, he's saying hello to you", Matilda smiled, "He's saying he wants to see you, too!".
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You were finally able to stand up and sit in a wheelchair, so your other goal for the day was going to see your son.
Amelia was the first to say she would take you, helping you sit and getting you there, "That's your little boy right there", she pointed as you were filled with giddiness and excitement.
Wheeling you to face plastic bassinet, your hand went straight inside, "he doesn't need oxygen anymore?", you asked his doctor, noticing the single tube you recognised as a feeding tube, "no, not anymore", he said, "we ran some tests this morning and he's doing just fine on his own, strong set of lungs he has! He woke two of the other babies up yesterday", he smiled.
Chuckling, you touched his arm softly, his hands opening and closing, "do you want to hold him?", he asked, catching you by surprise. Until now, no one ever held him as to make sure the treatments being done were working as best as they could.
"Can I?", you asked, eyes hopeful, "me and the rest of the team think he's finally strong enough to move out of here actually", he added, "not enough to go home just yet, but he can be in your room. This way you can have him close to you and of anything happens or you need help, the staff in your floor know what to do. He just needs to be able to feed without a pump, so either breastfeeding or bottle feeding", he stated.
"Wow, okay, I wasn't expecting this, I was so happy that I got to see him", you teared up, bringing your arms to position so the doctor could place your baby in your arms, mindful of the feeding tube that was still in him, "hey, my love", you cooed, touching his cheeks, "I'm your mummy. I know you were rushed out of my tummy, and it was scary for both of us, but it's looking up now", you cried, Amelia wiping your cheeks as she smiled too.
"Do you mind if we take his tube out now? Might be a little better for this little guy to be in his mummy's chest", the doctor suggested, getting the supplies he needed and setting them in the tray.
"It's okay, little guy", he said as he pulled it out, baby Fraser crying at the discomfort you could only imagine as you rubbed his back, "it's okay, my love, mummy's here to make it better", you shushed him, kissing his head multiple times.
"There, all done!", the doctor said, "if you want, you can feed him here or in your room, where you feel best", he wondered, "could we go to the room, please? I have my supplies there, too", you asked.
You had been pumping milk out since it came in, and you were finally able to feed him straight from your nipple, "okay, little one, you can't get lazy on us now that mummy has you in her room", Amelia encouraged, tapping his cheek slightly as he began suckling on your nipple, "there we go!", she cheered, "I told you it would get better, didn't I?", she winked at you.
When Lando and Matilda came for their daily visit, they didn't expect to see you walking around the room, your back facing the door, "you're up, mummy, that's good!", your daughter said as you turned around, showing her brother on your chest, "oh", she gasped.
"He passed all his tests, and he's getting chubby too", you cooed, squishing his thigh softly as Lando took the sight in, Matilda holding onto you as you patted her head and held your son. Your family was complete.
"That's daddy, Fraser", you cooed, pointing at Lando as your baby boy looked around to the two new people in the room.
"Can I have a cuddle?", Lando whispered before you transferred Fraser to his arms, your little boy curling up against him just like he had been curled up to you.
"Does this mean you get to go home?", Matilda asked, hugging you properly as you sat down on the bed with her, "not for a few days still, they just need to make sure Fraser is alright", you informed, "then we can go home and the four of us are going to have loads of fun", you smiled.
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"Tilly, can you help me here, please?", Lando called as her footsteps approached your bedroom, "can you get me that bedding from the drawer, please?", Lando asked as he held the mattres up, not wanting to miss the exact placement of the sheet, "thank you, baby, you're such a clever girl", he complimented, folding the corner in and letting the mattress fall back into place.
"When mummy comes home tonight, is Fraser coming with her?", she wondered, touching the next to me bassinet you kept in your room for the baby to sleep in the first few months, "yes, he is, he's finally good and big enough to come home, no more hospital visits", Lando sighed. The last couple of weeks were hard. Juggling things on his own made him even more appreciative of you and the efforts you made to make sure everything was smoothly running in the house, as well of your friends and family who suported your family in every way they could.
"That's going to be nice, the hospital smells funny", she scrunched up her nose, "and it's going to be like before but with baby Fraser?", she wondered.
"At first mummy will need our help in many things - she still has some recovery to do, but then it will be back to normal, yes", Lando offered, "and we'll have Fraser to go with us in our adventures".
"I can't wait to show him my soft blankets and my toys", she beamed, helping Lando with the bed and then getting ready to pick you up from the hospital.
"Thank you again for all of your work and dedication, we truly can't say it enough for all you've done for our family", Lando said to the team as they discharged you from the hospital, waving at Fraser in his carrier as he looked around.
By the time the four of you were back home, you ate dinner on the sofa, Matilda cuddled up to your side while Fraser slept in your chest, Lando holding the four of you in his embrace as much a she could, "we're finally all together", you smiled, "the Norris family is all together in one place we it should be", he said, kissing your lips softly, hand coming to rest on top of yours in Fraser's back as Matilda smiled up at you, "this is the best day ever", she murmured.
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OMG Rosie with fangs 😩 would she chomp on mama while she was drinking her milk, ouch 🤕
Just imagined this and damn, my nipples hid lol. Little Rosie is a chomper.
Miguel out of everyone knew the risks that involved into having his children. Complicated births due the baby size that could lead up to a c section, some of his mutations, like his fangs, his eye's color, or even his height.
He was so fearful to know what kind of thing would crawl up to his children's DNA that when Gabi was born, he couldn't be happier cause his little girl looked so normal.
His fears of watching Gabriella grow and constantly checking on her mouth or eyes had triggered a little fight. His insecurities were one of the biggest challenges that you, as a marriage had got through. But your constant reassuring and actions, proved that no matter how your children came, you'd love them all the same.
Just like him.
When Benjamin was born, he wasn't obsessively searching for any anomalies in his baby, but rather enjoyed his time with his son. Being over the moon was little to say when he heard the news from the doctor. He'd finally teach little Benjamin everything that he lacked as a boy.
And now, thirteen years later, he was blessed with another girl. You cried upon knowing that Gabi would have her so longed sister. Your little flower was as healthy as Gabi and Benjamin, and definitely chubbier than Benjamin, thanks to all those cheesesticks with Dulce de leche you had scarfed down.
But there she was, ready for her nightime feeding. Her grunts and fussiness was her own way to urge you to feed her.
A not so quiet 'I'm hungry, Mama".
Gabi usually kneaded your breast softly as she latched on you, Benjamin loved to pull on your nipples with a giggle, or even slap your breast softly before feeding from your milky buffet. Rosie however had developed this amusing yet painful habit to shake her little head while chomping softly on you.
As her four months old approached, so was the itch in her gums. Miguel would design devices that resembled alot your breast, cause once Rosie had been fed, your nipples would be swollen and pained. He knew you suffered.
Yet, it was a sacrifice you were willing to do to see your children healthy.
Rosie had been tugging softly at the now sensitive flesh, her tiny hand bawled ontop of your breast, securing it in place. Your eyes would narrow in pained waves as she interrupted her feeding to sleepily chew on your nipple.
"Don't play with your food, Mi amor."
A little joke that instantly granted you a powerful chomp from her. Tears flooded your eyes immediately as a yelp came out your lips, startling Rosie that bursted into tears.
You heard Miguel's hurried steps rushing to your side and his eyes widened upon seeing you crying while trying to carefully pull Rosie out.
"Hey, hey, it's ok. Let me help"
Alarmed he managed to detach Rosie from you, and his eyes and yours could only widen as soon as your eyes fell on your nipple. Leakin not only with milk, but a faint pink-ish and red hue in it.
Her teething had made her uncomfortable and she wanted to breastfeed almost all day. But this particular bite had been painful enough to make you cry.
"-Salaverga" (Holy shit)
Miguel mumbled while looking into Rosita's mouth. Peeking from her gums, there were two pointy and tiny fangs.
"You ok?"
He looked back at you as you hissed and nursed your injured nipple while wiping the couple of tears that had escaped.
"Y-Yeah... I'm sorry I startled her."
His silence had made you curious as he examined with all the gentleness in the world, Rosie's gums.
A huff of your mouth blew away some strands off as you approached.
"Miguel, I'm not doing this again."
"No no, mi amor. Look. She... Rosita has-"
You gasped, a bit audibly and he tensed.
His little flower had gotten a part of him that brought him so many bad memories, and now they had hurted you.
"Hey, it's ok. Maybe it's time for her to be switched to the bottle."
Your caring hand caressed his shoulder, he melted at the touch and sighed.
"I'll... I'll come up with something."
"Miguel?"
You smooched his cheek and all the worries slumped off his frame.
"I love her, ok? Besides, Gabi once bit me like that. You did too, remember?"
Your soft elbows earned a little chuckle from him.
"Just means we gotta be careful. She's a chomper."
"Will let her bite my fingers then."
His little girl had calmed and clung to him, a little disgruntled by the itch inside her mouth.
"No wonder why she was so fussy."
Miguel rubbed Rosie's back in slow circles, soothing her and putting her to sleep.
"How's the nipple?"
"She punctured it with one of her tiny fangs. I'll be fine."
"Switch her to the bottle. We can't have her injure you again."
A soft whine came from his baby.
"I'll see what I can do, ok?"
Nodding, you went to the bathroom to take a better look at the small injury. He watched his baby, deep asleep on his arms, he then approached her crib and put her inside.
"Only I can play with my food, Mi niña.";
His large fingers massaged her scalp gently before tucking her in her lovingly pink blanket.
"Goodnight mi corazón"
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would you ever write something about protective baby daddy carmy, maybe it’s only a few weeks until the baby is born so super big belly and coming to family or making her spend all the time at the restaurant so he doesn’t miss the birth
"Make way, wide corner!" Richie bellowed, arms waving back and forth, guiding you through the kitchen like you were an airplane landing.
You glared at him, a snarl in your expression as you waddled around the corner. It was hot and you were so fucking pregnant, due any day now. "Shut the fuck up, Richie." You huffed, flinching at the heat of the kitchen, a wave of nausea coming over you.
"Richie, leave that poor woman alone. What's the matter with you, huh?" Tina snarled, glaring harshly at Richie. "How're you doin', Mama? How's the baby?" Her tone dropped to something sweeter, kinder for you, hand rubbing over your swollen abdomen. Normally, it bothered you when people touched your bump, but Tina was different. It was comforting with her.
"Miserable. Swollen. Hot." You muttered, looking down at your growing belly where baby girl was still jabbing at your ribs.
"I mean this in the nicest way, but... has the baby grew more since last week?" Sydney's eyes were skittish and wide, darting carefully from your stomach back to you.
You snorted lightly, running a hand over the swell of your abdomen. "She dropped a few days ago. Getting ready for launch." You muttered.
"Oh, that-that's, uh, terrifying." Sydney nodded, awkwardly. "Sorry, that's not what you want to hear, but, uh..."
"No, you're right. It is." You laughed, a little uneasy. It was fucking terrifying, all of it- pregnancy, birth, motherhood in general. It was scary.
"It also is so fucking painful because now everything is heavier and my back feels like it might snap." You gave a fake forced smile.
"Oh, poor Mama. That just means she's close. Only a few more days?" Tina beamed. "How much does she weigh?"
"They think eight pounds." You groaned, Sydney's eye bulging expression.
"Ay dios mio..." Tina muttered under her breath. "Well, you'll be so drugged up, honey, you won't even feel it."
"I'm praying for a C-section." You scoffed lightly. "Carmen's already said he's gonna be a wreck either way."
"Yeah, and he will be, won't you, Cousin?" Richie cackled, clapping his cousin on the back as he passed by.
"Be what?" Carmen muttered, too in the game to even see you there. "Chef, have you finished prep?"
"No, Jeff. Talking to your beautiful baby mama." Tina cooed, giving your arm a gentle squeeze.
Carmen's eyes lifted to you, brow furrowed when he looked at the time. "Hey, baby, I lost track of time." He muttered, lips brushing over yours in greeting, hand gliding down your growing stomach.
"We know you did, Cousin." Richie scoffed. "I went and got her."
"You drove with Richie?" Carmen's eyes flashed to you.
"C'mon, Carm. I'm a good fuckin' driver, alright? Quit busting my balls." Richie snorted, rolling his eyes at him.
"He drove safe, Carmy." You reassured, hand rubbing down his forearms sweetly.
Carmen hummed, rolling his eyes gently, but moved you through the kitchen after Sweeps almost hit you with a pan rounding the corner. "Here, come in my office."
"Is it cooler in there?" You moaned, lip jutting in a pout. "I'm about to stand in the freezer, Carmy, it's so fuckin' hot in here."
"I know." Carmen had learned, knew better now, than to do anything but agree with you. He'd been on the receiving end of your wild hormones too many times, your lashing tongue or worse- the fucking tears.
"I put the fan in here, and I have that neck thing in my little fridge, ok? You should be laying down anyways. Not supposed to be up." Carmen frowned lightly , pushing the door open to his office.
The couch was now used as your temporary napping place throughout the day. Carmen had put the bear in overbearing- a joke you told him that he did not find that humorous- when you became pregnant, and it only got more and more severe as months went on. When you got into your third trimester, put on bed rest the last few weeks, Carmen had taken it beyond serious. Insisting that you come stay with him at the restaurant. He was terrified at the thought of something happening or you going into labor when he wasn't around.
You'd agreed, reluctantly, really only because you wanted Carmen close and... because you were in a restaurant. Any type of craving would be satisfied easily for you.
"I think if I lay down, Carmy, I'm not making it back up for family." You yawned gently, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hand.
Carmen grinned, reaching to turn on the fan besides the couch, pointing it at you so it would blow the cool air over you. "That's alright. I'll bring it here to you." He muttered, pulling the blinds closed for you.
You sat down, propped against the pillows, head lolling to the side to look at him. Carmen sat beside you, hand rubbing over your stomach. "Where's she at today?"
"Same place she was this morning. Right under my ribs." You grin, moving his hand under your left boob, pressing to the side when her fluttered kicks were.
Carmen beamed, eyes brightening as his hand ghosted over the spot there. "Talk to her, Bear." You muttered, eyes fluttering shut. This pregnancy fatigue was no fucking joke. "She likes your voice."
"Yeah?" Carmen grinned, perking at the compliment.
"Yeah." You nodded. "She likes to hear her Daddy's voice. Makes her kick like fucking crazy."
Carmen leaned down, cheek resting on your stomach gently. "Hi, baby. Are you bein' good?" He muttered, your body flushing with adoration at the gentleness of his words. "You ready to come out soon? We're ready for you to. I know your Mommy is."
You snorted, a breathy laugh cut short by a sharp kick to your ribs. "Keep talking." You muttered, moving his hand a little further to wear the kick was. "Bring out the cookbooks again."
"Yeah?" Carmen hummed, eyes crinkling with amusement. "Your Mommy thinks that's funny, but when you come out knowing how to make bruschetta, she's gonna be blown away. Won't she?" Carmen's voice lilted, a tone of baby talk that had you swooning. It was new, something he just recently started doing in the recent weeks. While you were nesting, so was he, in a different way. Getting used to the idea of being a dad, the anxieties he felt traded in for an excitement.
Carmen could feel it, tiny kicks pressing through your tight, stretched skin. His baby, kicking to the sound of his voice. His heart swelled. "See, she agrees with me."
You laughed, running a hand through his hair. "I know she does. Already got you already, hm, Berzatto?"
"Gets it from her, Mama." Carmen jested back, a playful twinkle in his eyes that had your heart soaring out of your chest, tears welling in the corners- damn pregnancy hormones. "Learnin' from you already."
You smiled wordlessly, a watery grin that had Carmen a little on edge until you reached out, pulling his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss into his palm. Carmen's hand cradling your cheek, free hand going back to where the baby had been kicking, soothing it gently while your eyes fluttered shut.
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Can I Ask for Husks fluff alphabet?
A, C, I, J, K, N, P, Z preatty please?🥺
(I'm sorry I almost hit the limit. I'm obsessed with him😭)
A, C, I, J, K, N, P, and Z for Husk
No need to apologize! If I wanted a smaller limit I would have said so in the original post! Nothing wrong in wanting to get the most out of something C:
I hope you enjoy this, Anon, it was fun playing with Husk's personality in this! He reminds me of a grumpy grandfather.
Confession, I thought for the longest time Husk was a.. well dog. I.. Don't know why I thought that, perhaps it's the face markings and his name being "Husk" (Like Husky) that caused my confusion. For two years after the pilot I was... rather dumb..
What do you mean Husk is 75.
ATTRACTION:
He enjoys those who are more honest with themselves and aren't pushovers. He can hardly stand those in denial. He calls it as he sees it when he's pushed to do so. This is less of an attraction thing, but I feel he would be most compatible with someone he can be real with and can be able to deal with his bluntness. In a way, you keep each other in check.
CUDDLES:
Small and soft, warm too. He's a cat, so it feels like snuggling into a large cat! I don't think he would be too deep into PDA, the most he would be comfortable with doing is quick kisses when someone else is passing by.. usually... more on that later. Though, now that it's mentioned, I don't think he would be too big on physical affection all that much.. now don't get me wrong he loves a good back massage every now and then, but it's going to take him a while to curl up next to you for cuddling. Little spoon.
INJURY:
Would ask you what the hell happened while wrapping your wound.. Goes from scolding you for being a jackass if you just. Threw yourself into danger, but will go on to say you have some guts. Stern when it comes to you taking it easy so you can heal properly... is not phased by any false play ups of your pain, though depending on his mood he might let it pass. For a bit..
If he's the one injured he's stubborn, insisting that it's not that big of a deal. Dresses and cleans it appropriately, all while nursing a bottle of booze. Dismissive when talking about what led to the injury. Might be a little standoffish if you try to take care of him, especially if you come off as trying to baby him.
JEALOUSY:
He deals with his jealousy the same way he deals with all of his other problems. Alcohol. He sees another man chatting you up? Alcohol. Sees you laughing a little too much at some chumps joke? Alcohol. Someone talks brings up how you seem so lively around another person? Alcohol. I think you get the point. However, if it's a case of you being pushed into a situation you don't want to be in, he's going to pick up on your discomfort and drag you away... does not make it seem like you have somewhere else to be, no, he just tells the other person to fuck off as he takes you away. His fur sometimes fluffs up in annoyance. Pulling that pin from the C section, in regards to PDA, he will tug you to his side to further push the effect that you're taken.
KISSES:
Bunny kisses. You know, you two touch noses and nuzzle a bit. He doesn't allow it often, but it is something you two do every now and again. He defaults to kissing you on the mouth, quick pecks usually aren't for him, though... Sometimes leans over the counter of his bar to steal a kiss when no one else is around. This goes for both giving and receiving!
NO:
He can't be with someone who heavily relies on physical touch, it's simply not for him and he can only compromise so much. That's not to say he wouldn't try, because he would. However you can only sacrifice your comfort so much before it becomes a problem, you know? I don't think he would do well with people who complain.. not vent, more so whine about everything. He seems far too irritable to be able to deal with that in his day to day, outside of the bar.
As for actual deal breakers within an established relationship... I think it would have to be a stubborn person. Funny, coming from him since he's stubborn. But Husk appears to still go with the flow of everything, even eventually befriending the rest of the cast. No, when I say stubborn I mean people who can't take their heads out of their asses to see that there's other things to worry about and shit like that. He can only give you so many reality checks before throwing in the towel. Bonus negative points if combined with the complaining thing.
PETNAMES:
Do not call him "Kitten" he might actually be upset by that. On top of that, it's so... basic... predictable. It's not special. No, something that basic wouldn't work on him... and that's not considering the fact he himself isn't too big on petnames. Though.. seeing that he died in the 70s, I enjoy that the thought that he defaults to names from that decade. I believe he would call you "Dollface" or even just "Doll"
It'd take him a while to grow used to the idea of being called anything other than his.. name.. but he looks like a "Pumpkin" or a "Lovey"
.. just don't call him that around Angel, he won't hear the end of it..
ZZZ:
Tends to sleep either sprawled out of curled into a ball. Really it depends, though more often than not he sleeps sprawled out. Doesn't like being held while he sleeps, so cuddling while you guys doze off is off the table. Though, he wouldn't mind you scratching between his ears or shoulder blades sometimes... maybe you'll even hear him purr. Will take a decent amount of time before you get to the "sleeping in the same bed" stage. Old man snores, so good luck with that.
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Americano PT. 7 | Jude Bellingham x Reader
What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?
A/N: I’m back baby! Thank you guys for waiting <3
W/C: 4.611
part six
"I won't look. Don't trust me at all, do you?" I mutter to Amira after taking my top off, grabbing the shirt she's handing me with my eyes closed.
"You'll like it. It's a part of my surprise." She sighs, helping me pull the shirt down my body without my makeup getting on the collar.
"Can I look now?" I ask, eyes still squeezed shut.
"Yeah, turn around."
I turn, looking in the mirror. I stay quiet for a moment, then gasp in surprise.
"What? An England kit? Why are you making me betray Spain?" I attempt to joke, looking at her.
"Like you didn't live here for so many years." She scoffs, pushing me.
"I'm just kidding. Why the kit, though?" I ask, fixing the material in the mirror.
"Ta da!" She exclaims, I look back at her, frowning in confusion when she starts waving two keycards in my face. My hands fly to take one and I read it quickly.
"No, way! You got tickets for the England vs. Australia friendly?"
"Yeah, got them a couple days ago." She replies, and I eye her suspiciously.
"Oh- mister Trent got them for you? Guess he really likes you." I tease, watching her become more and more flustered.
"Shut up- he gave them to show his appreciation."
"Yeah, you want to believe that? You'll be upgraded to wag in a few weeks, trust." I add, laughing at her annoyed expression.
"Aren't you and Jude a thing?" She accuses, putting on her own kit. Finally, she grabs her handbag and car keys off her desk.
I register her words a little too late, but my head whips around in disgust.
"Over my dead body."
"You both were cute last time." She mumbles, both of us walking up to her parked car.
"Absolutely not." I state firmly, immediately connecting my phone to the car.
"Oh, how the tables have turned.." She whispers, but I hear her clearly. I send her a glare, though my glare gets even more intense when she pulls out her strawberry and mango-flavored vape.
"Put that thing away, now!"
"I just realized how different watching a game feels when I'm not working." I say, admiring the full Wembley Stadium. We had finally arrived at our seats, and the view was perfect. Looking around, I do recognize some people, realizing this was probably the family section.
"Turn that working brain of yours off and enjoy. Look, it's starting!" Amira nags, wrapping her arm around mine in excitement.
I chuckle at her, deciding to just enjoy the match. Watching both England's and Australia's teams move around the pitch. Halftime comes around and ends quickly, making way for an opportunity for England. Grealish kicks the ball against the post, missing a chance and making us cringe, but we burst into cheers when Watkins manages to try again and scores.
The match ends with a 1-0 for England. When the whistle is blown, we sit down again. We'd stood up near full time, anticipating a last-minute goal from Australia. It was a friendly, we knew that, but making it exciting was so much more fun than just sitting there and watching the game.
"What now? Is your man coming here?" I ask, fixing my shirt and smiling cheekily at Amira.
"He said he will- after freshening up. Let's wait." She tells me, patting my thigh.
"Didn't even deny that he's your man?" I tease, watching her roll her eyes.
We're interrupted a couple minutes later. I hear someone shout her name, watching both Trent and Jude walk over to our seats. Trent greets us in a friendly manner, while Jude stands next to him like he was forced to come up.
I slowly allow Trent and Amira to have a private conversation, and my eyes land on Jude when they walk away to have some more privacy.
"What are you doing here? And what's with the kit?" He asks, arms crossed.
I scoff, mirroring his body language. Looking him up and down.
"Can't attend a match now? Don't worry, I was over the moon since you weren't playing." I retort, being petty.
I watch him roll his eyes, his expression changing for a second. He opens his mouth to say something, but he hesitates for a moment.
"Who's on your back?"
"What?"
"Your shirt number."
"I don't know- who?" I ask, turning around, confused, when I hear a sudden chuckle.
"Who's on the back?" I ask, trying to see with my phone camera, frowning at his smug face. What the hell was his problem?
I take a picture, turning to face him again as I click on the picture, freezing when I see Jude's last name and number. My expression falters, and I use all my strength to keep my composure.
Amira, you fucking witch..
"Think you're obsessed with me." He whispers, leaning in. I lean back immediately, like he's some highly infectious disease.
"You're sick, Bellingham. It’s just your name, calm down..”
I reply, annoyed at the fact that I couldn't take the shirt off or put my jacket on since I left it in the car.
He goes to say something else, but he's cut off when I hear a familiar voice call out to him. Both of us turning around to see his mom, her eyes lighting up with warmth when she recognizes me.
"Mrs. Bellingham.." I greet, permanent smile plastered on my face when she walks up to us. I notice both her- husband and youngest son behind her.
How could I not recognize his dad and brother?
This past summer, my entire social media feed was plastered with photos of Jude and his family on their first day. Not to forget the fact that I was literally behind the camera when the pictures were taken.
She pulls me into an embrace, her arms wrapping around me warmly. The musky and orange blossom scent of her perfume greets me, and it smells like the most expensive bottle of YSL 'Libre' I have ever smelled.
"How nice is it to see you here. Are you off due to international break?"
"Yes, I thought I'd come visit family and friends out here..." I trail off, my eyes darting to her husband next to her. She notices the hesitation in my voice and introduces us to each other.
"I’m Mark, nice to meet you. I have heard some good things about you. I've also had some contact with your father on some legal matters over in Spain. Good man he is.." He shakes my hand firmly, a very kind smile on his face.
"Thank you, I hope he's been a great help to your family.."
I immediately switch my speech. Trying to sound totally different from the tone I had used with Jude.
"Oh right, this is our youngest son. Jobe.." Denise begins, pushing her son towards me.
I press my lips together to stifle a chuckle, awkwardly shaking the teenage boy's hand.
"Nice to meet you. Hope you're a better football player than your older brother over here?"
I say, pointing a thumb at Jude. It sounds like a joke, but when I glance at Jude, he's giving me the nastiest look when his parents aren't watching. Jobe has only muttered one or two words, but has probably already been nicer to me than his brother has ever been to me.
Jobe only replies with a small smile, so I look up at his parents.
"You must be proud.."
"Of course, equally proud of our two boys.."
Mark replies, holding his son's shoulders. I chuckle, looking at Denise when she speaks.
"Did you enjoy the game? Must be a change of scenery.."
"Oh- yeah, felt weird not working during a game. It was nice though, I was invited by a friend-"
I trail off, looking around to see Amira, noticing her giggle and chat with Trent a couple seats away.
"But she seems busy.." I laugh, they follow my line of sight and chuckle, nodding in acknowledgment.
"You're also wearing an England kit.." His dad notices, pointing to my shirt.
"Jude's, I presume?" His mom asks, making me nod. I turn, giving them a quick look at the "Bellingham" and number 10 on my back.
I'm wearing their last name on my back, that is really weird, if given some thought..
"A gift too.." I smile, facing them again.
I notice that they all glance at Jude for a moment before Denise speaks up again.
"Why don't you join us for dinner tonight? A small appreciation for helping Jude out with his Spanish and adjusting in Madrid."
Damn, how close did they think we were?
Lovely, very nice of her, but that would be a masterclass in awkwardness.
"That's incredibly kind of you, Mrs Bellingham, but I'm sure you don't get many dinners together as a family. So, I don't want to inconvenience your family. Besides, I've got some dinner reservations with my high school friends.."
Her expression immediately turns into an understanding one. I thank her once again for the invitation, holding her hand to convey my appreciation. Finishing our chat, I grab my bag from my seat, pulling it on my shoulder.
"I've got to go, roads will be busy.."
"Right, why don't you accompany y/n down, son?" Mark says, throwing his son a look.
I dart my eyes to Jude, his expression falters before he nods, listening to his dad.
I quickly bid them farewell, walking down alongside Jude.
"You didn't even jump in to save me once.” I mutter, grabbing my phone out of my handbag. Checking for any messages from Amira.
Where did this little minx go?
"I was struggling to breathe when my mum invited you for dinner. Kept my mouth shut with difficulty.."
"How helpful.” I scoff, biting my lip in anticipation as we wait in front of Amira's car. The grey Audi A5 easily recognizable next to all the expensive sports cars.
"You can leave, you know.." I break the silence, looking up at Jude, resting my weight against the car door.
The alarm won't go off, right?
"You think my mom is going to be happy when I leave you here alone?" He asks, scrolling through his phone.
I sigh, sending one last threatening text message to Amira before shoving my phone in my pocket. An awkward silence ensues before I break it again.
"So, are you actually going to play next Tuesday against Italy?" I ask, giving him a skeptical look.
"Why? Want to see me play?" He smirks, putting his hand in the pocket of his blue sweatpants.
"Is that a genuine question? Obviously not.." I answer, furrowing my brows.
He scoffs, poking his tongue through his cheek. Looking me up and down.
"Why would I voluntarily come to see you?" I add, widening my eyes, looking at him in disbelief.
"Your friend will probably come, with the way we're waiting for her and Trent.."
I look around the empty parking lot, was this a camera prank?
What the hell were these two doing anyway?
Speaking of the minx, she finally appears a good ten minutes later. I could've sworn if she didnt have a deep skin tone, she'd probably be as red as a tomato. Because, honey she looked flustered.
I raise my brows at her- disheveled appearance, instinctively giving Jude a knowing look.
Though, my look of scrutiny stops when I realize those two were onto some- freaky shit. Seems like Jude realizes at the same time, because, he too looks away from me.
"I'm leaving.." He quickly blurts, walking away without looking back. I watch his figure disappear, snapped out of my trance when Amira taps me.
"What the fuck? What did you two do?!" I ask, laughing loudly. Sure, I was annoyed that I had to wait for her, but my best friend's happiness was more important.
"Get in the car! I've got to tell you every single detail.."
"What's it called again?" I turn to Amira, asking her about the name of the venue we're supposed to go to.
I had been in London for a couple of days now. From family dinners to meeting up with high school classmates, all of it kept me busy. Everything had been very fun and memorable so far.
Last night, England played their match against Italy for the EURO qualifiers. I couldn't lie, the 3-1 win for England was very satisfying, especially when watching live from Wembley Stadium.
Right now, Amira and I are in the car. Getting driven to the restaurant or bar - Trent had invited us to. A small gathering to close off international break, if you could call it that.
Small or big party, Amira and I had to look our best. For obvious reasons, I am wearing the black mini-dress I had tried on in Amira's office.
"Novikov Restaurant & Bar.." She mutters, touching her lipgloss up while looking at her phone camera.
"You ever been?" I ask, equally fidgety with my appearance.
"Yes, nice place, but we'll probably go clubbing after."
I raise my eyebrows at her, sighing, before leaning against her shoulder.
"Will you keep me from getting drunk?"
"Can't save you, darling.."
Yeah, y/n is an absolutely a goner. Everyone within meters of her is aware of it, though to her, her limit has not even been reached yet.
She throws her head back as she downs another shot of- she doesn't even know. She took and gulped down anything that was handed to her by her best friend.
All she knows is- it burns in the back of her throat- like a fucking bitch. She doesn't even stop to think about why she's doing it, all she's been wanting to do, is take her mind off work and university. The opportunity was presented to her in a shot glass, and who would refuse?
A smart, responsible person, probably...
"Go dance with him.." y/n mutters, wiping the spilled and dribbling alcohol off her chin. Eagerly pushing her friend in Trent's direction.
The football player had invited the both of them for a reason, and to drunk y/n this was a good opportunity to play Cupido.
"No! I want to dance with you." Her friend replies, grabbing y/n's wrist.
"Go! You can dance with me anytime, go now!" She ushers, pushing Amira away with all the strength in her arms.
She giggles to herself when she notices Trent grab Amira's hand, feeling like her mission was partially accomplished.
Though, her happiness is short-lived when she curses herself. Her feet were practically going numb due to the stilettos her stylist bestie had forced her to wear.
To forget the uncomfortable feeling, she decided to get another drink. She clutches onto her handbag, starting to walk- or stumble towards the bartender.
She knew how to have fun on her own, there was no problem in that regard.
"Oh, fuck- sorry.." She slurs, looking up when her forehead collides with a hard chest. She makes immediate eye contact with a completely sober Jude, he raises a questioning brow, taking her disheveled appearance in.
"I take it back.." She loudly says, pushing past him to get to the bar. Loud music drums into her ears, causing her senses to tingle.
She's about to order a drink, but before she has the opportunity to speak, she's rudely interrupted by someone.
"A whisky neat, for the beauty here.." Someone says, she turns her head in a flash. Fucking pissed, a man dared to speak for her and over her.
It's a young man, around her age- slightly older judging from his appearance. His brown hair is slicked back with an estimated ten kilograms of hairgel, along with the tackiest combination of a white button-down and- skinny jeans.
"No, thank you!" y/n replies waving her hand and shouting over the loud music. She blinks a multitude of times, trying to clear her vision and mind.
"What'd ya mean, luv? Not suited to your taste?"
"I'm not interested.." She says, turning away from him and ordering her own drink. Fidgeting with the clasp of her bag and pulling bills out of her wallet.
"Oh, come on. Can't you see how much of a catch I am?" the douchebag insists, pointing up and down his frame.
She rolls her eyes at the words. This time her eyes might stay there permanently because the stranger continues repeating the corniest of words.
"No, thank you.." She repeats, taking a huge gulp of her pink Cosmo, looking away, and continuing to ignore him.
Should she start barking like a rabid dog to scare him off?
"Come on, babygirl... Would it hurt to smile for me?”
She almost chokes on her drink at the words. Eyes hazy and unfocused, one thing she's sure of- this man is about to get a taste of her leather handbag.
"Does it look like I'm interested?!" Her voice isn't loud, though her tone is sharp and full of irritation. She takes a step back, giving him the most repulsed look.
"I like my women feisty and alluring like you.." The guys persist, placing a nasty hand on her hip, a little too close to her backside.
"Get your filthy hand off me.." She demands, the grip on her glass tightening. Her brows furrow and her mood drops tremendously fast.
"Your words are sharp, but your body seems to be enjoying this. Let loose for me, sweetheart. Won’t ya?” His breath reeks of the most pungent alcohol she’s ever smelled, and his hand keeps inching closer to her bottom.
'Oh, fuck no' she thinks, placing the glass on the bar table. Readjusting her grip on her bag.
"Can you fuckin' let go of her?" She hears a loud voice say, Brum accent thick, but it's already too late.
She moves her handbag behind her, creating a good distance for maximum impact, before using all her force to hit the guy square in the face. The contact makes a loud noise, and surprisingly enough, it's detectable over the insanely loud music.
The guy immediately retreats, stumbling a couple steps back in shock. He cradles his head, screams of agony leaving his disgustingly filthy mouth.
"I said no- didn't I? Are you fucking deaf?!" She curses, temperature rising as she breathes in harshly. She can't even register what's happening- but he deserved it and had it coming.
"Let’s go..” A familiar voice exclaims, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her towards the restroom. He pulls her into the unisex section, locking the door behind them.
She struggles against him, her heels tripping and scratching against the floor. The now blood-stained handbag slips out of her hand, dropping to the floor.
"Let me go! You fucking creep! I swear, I'll bite it off!" She shouts, eyes shut tightly, as she hits his rock-hard chest multiple times. Hand squeezed up in a tight fist as she keeps trying to get out of his hold.
"y/n!" He shouts, trying to get her to look at him. He doesn't know the full story of what happened. All he saw was the guy touching her, putting his hands on her, and he was sent flying with a blow to the face.
Jude is impressed, though that's not his main thought or concern when y/n is fighting him as if he's the guy who was bothering her.
She’s drunk, but still recognizes his voice. The way he pronounces her name, not with venom and hatred per usual. No, instead, with the upmost panic and concern. He wants to snap her out of it, back to reality, back to him.
Her eyes snap open, arms held tightly by Jude. His fingers digging into her skin. Both of his hands keeping her up and steady.
"Jude?" She mumbles, looking up at him with the widest eyes imaginable. Her mascara running down her hot and sweaty face. Her favorite lipstick smudged at the corner of her mouth.
"It's me, you're good." He replies, noticing the faraway look in her eyes. His voice softens, lowering to a gentle decibel. Unlike the booming and ear-deafening music and conversations outside of the enclosed space they're in.
"Sit.." he gestures, pointing to the restroom countertop. She looks up, blinking repeatedly, she's not thinking of sitting when her mind and thoughts are still hazy and in fight or flight mode.
"Can I lift you up?" Jude suddenly asks, his hands leaving her arms. It sends a surge of extra adrenaline through her body, but she nods absentmindedly, looking away.
Jude takes a deep breath, hands reaching to the back of her thighs. He lifts her up easily, placing her on the countertop. His biceps flex under his sleeves, a frustrated noise leaving his lips.
y/n sniffles, the shock of it all sobering her up a bit. She raises her head, looking up at him. He stands in front of her, practically in between her legs.
He looks away, grabbing a paper towel from the roll and handing it to her.
"Here, wipe your- nose.." He mumbles, watching her. He walks away and grabs her bag off the floor, meticulously wiping the blood away with a dampened paper towel.
"Fucking bastard.." Jude mutters underneath his breath, venom on the tip of his tongue, as anger rushes through his veins. Though, y/n had practically handled it all on her own. Even in her drunk- mess of a state, she’d managed to break the lowlife’s nose and his ego.
The only thing that kept him from running out and breaking the bastard’s limb was the image of him already suffering and withering on the ground. Bloody, broken nose making him look so pathetic and disgusting, like the person he genuinely is.
y/n wipes her nose, eyes wet and irritated. The pounding in her head seems to increase as she struggles to hold her tears back. Although, she’d kept sort of calm in the moment, her heart was hammering in her chest. She could stand up for herself, that was no problem. It was the fact that she wasn’t fully coherent, which made her feel absolute terror in the moment.
All of the mixed emotions and alcohol make the nauseating feeling in her chest and stomach worse. Her eyes flutter for a moment, and she gags, clamping her hand over her mouth.
The noise alerts Jude, it takes him out of his murderous and aggressive thoughts. He looks up, immediately holding his hands out to her.
"Are you going to be sick?" He asks, eyebrows raised. She nods, hand still clasped around her mouth. Her mouth salivates, an imminent sign of needing to puke. It prompts Jude to help her down the countertop, his hands on both of her sides.
When her feet hit the floor, she practically leaps over to the toilet, retching and heaving over the toilet bowl. A warm hand is placed on her nape and forehead, trying to put pressure on those parts to stabilize her.
A choked sob leaves her dry lips, sweat beginning to glisten on her forehead. There was nothing she hated more than throwing up, the way it made her feel weak and out of control was an absolute nightmare to her.
"It's alright.." She hears, the soft whisper reaching her thumping ears. She takes a breath, squeezing her eyes tightly before heaving again. Her body shakes as all fluids leave her stomach, and the pungent smell of stomach acid makes her condition even worse.
It's all a blur, like a foggy fever dream. The only thing she can register are the sweet words reaching her burning ears. Full of reassurance and gentleness while she felt like she was losing her mind in the moment.
I hold back a gasp as my eyes land on the photo on my Instagram feed. I immediately sit up from my chair. My jaw slacks open as I read the caption.
"Jude Bellingham and alleged girlfriend spotted getting cozy after Australia friendly."
"The 20-year-old Madrid star seemed pretty happy to see his name and number on her shirt. The moment was captured by attendees, who provided us with pictures of the athlete's parents and his alleged lover having a seemingly very nice conversation. It seems like Mrs. and Mr. Bellingham approve."
"The identity of the young woman hasn't been revealed or confirmed as of yet. With some speculation about her father having close ties to Real Madrid CF."
I resist the urge to cry my eyes out at the association and immediately stand up from my desk. Practically skipping steps when running down the stairs, almost running into a group of fellow staff members.
My eyes dart around the cafeteria to spot the douche I needed to find. I make a beeline towards him as I watch him interact with the other players.
"I'm sorry, guys. I need him for a quick moment."
I say not waiting for anyone to answer. I grab onto Jude's upper arm and drag him out of the cafeteria. I hear some teasing whistles behind us, but I ignore them as I pull him into one of the small meditation rooms.
"What are you even doing-" he begins, but I cut him off as I shove my phone into his face. Showing him the photos and the caption which will probably keep me up tonight.
"What the fuck is this, huh?" I ask, raising my brows. Analyzing his facial expression as I fold my arms defensively.
I expect him to frown, get angry, get upset, but instead-
He fucking smirks, an amused chuckle leaving his lips. He snatches my phone, fingers tapping to read the comments on the post.
"Really? Is this a laughing matter to you?" I exclaim, ready to have a mental breakdown, while he just continues scrolling through the comments, starting to read them out loud.
"Not his usual type."
"He can do better."
I grunt, snatching my phone out of his hands, annoyed.
"I can play this game too, idiot!" I say, scrolling through the comments as well.
"He must be crazy, she's too pretty for him." I begin, passive aggressively reading positive comments about myself. I look up at him, watching him roll his eyes as he shoves his hands in his pocket.
"Well? What are you going to do about it?" I say, turning my phone off.
"What can I do about it?"
"This is your fault? If you weren't annoying me with your stupid antics, they wouldn't have made these speculations."
"You engaged in my 'stupid antics'!"
"Ugh- just send a cease and desist letter or something!"
"It's an Instagram gossip page, not a damn newspaper!"
I huff in annoyance, pacing around the small room.
"Can't you like- deny rumors?"
"I'm a football player, not a reality TV personality! They speculate about everything in my life already. Why would I deny them this time around?"
"Is that a question you really want an answer to?"
"Come on! What bad does it do you to be tied to me? Only good if you ask me.." He shrugs, and I don't miss the smirk on his face.
"Never mind, I'll ask my dad to handle it!" I say, walking past him to push the door open. I close my eyes in annoyance when it doesn't budge.
"You need to pull.." I hear Jude speak, the smile on his face practically audible from behind me.
"Fuck off.." I mutter seething in anger, pushing the door open and leaving him behind in the meditation room.
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trembling so hard squiggle lines appear above my head. please explain to me the mpreg in fnaf i’m too scared to look it up, it never comes up in the lore videos i’ve watched, and i trust your judgement and interpretation of this ridiculously convoluted series
tw for everything you think of when u think of mpreg
so in fazbear frights (the first of two goosebumps-style short story compilations), there's one short story where a guy named matt is a huge misogynist and he's programming a video game with springtrap in it and then springtrap glitches a baby into him and he carries a baby springtrap and then goes into labor and doesnt have a pussy to push the kid out of so he has to do his own c-section and he cuts out a baby plushtrap who immediately calls him "daddy" and snuggles up against him as he bleeds out on the floor and then escapes before the body is found so there is a little mpreg baby plushtrap running around somewhere unaccounted for
the character's named matt so people joke that it's matpat expy. i havent read the story in a while so i dont think it actually is but who knows at this point lmao
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On the Seas
Charles Leclerc x Yachtie Reader
**I've been watching a lot of Below Deck which is how this came about - Enjoy:)**
Part 2
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Is there a new WAG on the horizon? Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc was spotted chatting to a pretty woman on a boat ride, then later on a larger yacht, Monaco Grand Prix weekend. After a little bit of digging, we found that the woman was yntakestheseas. She appears to be based on the south of France/Monaco and the same age as Charles but we can’t quite figure out what she does. Her instagram is full of scenic, party & boat pics. Do we think trust fund baby? Gold Digger?
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Ferrrari4657 y’all are ridiculous. He was spotted with a woman, he must be dating someone. sure jan
F1fan19 You saw one blurry picture & found all of that? Thats such an invasion of privacy but I’m kind of impressed.
Fan58 do you not see the uniform? She clearly works on the boat, it’s not like they were making out of something.
Fan856 god forbid, a single man talking to a pretty woman 🙄
F1083 saying she may be a gold digger is so out of pocket. Maybe she’s just rich and honestly if she is, good for her.
yntakestheseas
yntakestheseas It's the Grand Prix, I never miss the Grand Prix
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Bestfriend1 did Red Bull win?
yntakestheseas you can fuck right off
Bestfriend1 rude
Fans57 thats the same club the driver were in 👀
yntakestheseas along with half of Monaco babes, its not that deep
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yntakestheseas Yes, I Cannes, finally walk the carpet at the film fest!
📍Cannes film fest
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Bestie finally seeing what its like on the other side
yntakestheseas I don’t like it mom come pick me up
F175 Charles is there, coincidence?
yntakestheseas Pierre, Max and Lando are somewhere here too. That mean I’m fucking them? Hell, Tom Holland is here, maybe I’m
Bestfriend1 You mean to stop there?
yntakestheseas no, I just realized that that might not be the best example because I would fuck him so…
Fan0237 Oh shit 😂
Fan477 She definitely gives off socialite energy, but how have we never seen her before
F1946 she must be new money, seems a bit tacky
yntakestheseas babes the 24 euros in my bank accounts say I’m no money
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yntakestheseas people jumping to conclusions in my comments
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Fan466 What does this mean!!!
bestie3 ooh girl
MaxVerstappen Why you gotta do me like that?
yntakestheseas
yntakestheseas when the captains away, the crew will play
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BoatCapJoe you know I can see this right?
yntakestheseas Sir yes sir, its a joke. We are actually working very very hard right now folding your underwear into roses.
BoatCapJoe youre lucky I like you
Bestie babe…..
yntakestheseas I’m coming to live with you if I get fired
Bestie no youre fucking not, I've seen what C's apartment looks like when youre there
CharlesLeclerc do you ever actually work?
yntakestheseas No, my daddy pays for everything thanks for asking
CarlosSainz55 ew
yntakestheseas what? All I said was my dad pays
CarlosSainz55 You & I both know what you meant
yntakestheseas
yntakestheseas You can call me captain #8 years
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PierreGasly your mental age? Yeah we know
yntakestheseas I think you have me confused with lando
LandoNorris or himself
Bestie only took 8 years
yntakestheseas you know what, at least I did it
Charlesleclerc did what?
yntakestheseas bag someone rich enough to own the boat
CharlesLeclerc that all I’m good for?
Bestie you have a nice car!
yntakestheseas no, you have a decent dick too
PierreGasly 😲
yntakestheseas oh shut it mr 🐶
Charlesleclerc Decent isn't what you were saying yesterday
LandoNorris My EYES MY EYES Jesus guys 🤢
PierreGasly yeah I dont want to know that 🥴
Ferrrarifan3 Things I didnt expect to see today. This comment section
yntakestheseas you should see the group chat
Fan4646 THERES A GROUPCHAT?????
xx
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Author's note: This is a fictional story about a graphic medical birth in which the pregnant woman is presumed to be in a vegetative state but feels every moment of her agonizing birth.
Tara Strahan, then 22, was seven months pregnant with her first child when she and her husband, Brian, were involved in a horrific car crash during a winter storm. Brian died at the scene; Tara was rushed to the hospital where doctors eventually declared her to be in a ‘vegetative state’ as a result of massive head injuries.
Two days later, Tara regained consciousness but quickly realized she couldn’t move or speak.
“When I woke up, I immediately wanted to know if the baby and my husband were ok. Then I realized I had a tube down my throat, and I couldn’t move at all, even a finger.”
Tara had become the victim of a rare condition called ‘locked-in syndrome,’ meaning she had full cognitive and physical awareness, but complete paralysis off all voluntary muscles. She was able to feel pain and understand conversations, but unable to let anyone know of her plight.
“I realized pretty quickly something horrible had happened to Brian. Otherwise, he would have been there. Instead, it was just an endless parade of doctors, and all of them had already given up on me. All the conversations were about how long they needed to keep the baby inside me, and how they would get it out.”
Tara’s doctors eventually concluded that the risks of anesthesia were too high to perform a c-section. Instead, they decided to induce her labor, and allow her to deliver the baby naturally.
Tara, who’d told friends that her greatest fear about giving birth was the pain she’d feel before the epidural took effect, had almost two months with nothing to do but think about labor and delivery with no drugs, unable to move or scream or even regulate her own breathing.
“I was scared to death. It was pretty much all I could think about, and hearing people talking about it all the time made it even worse. There were a group of interns, every day during rounds, who’d joke about whether the labor pains would bring me out of my coma. But the worst was when one asked the head obstetrician if I’d be able to push. He said no, not in the usual way, but the force of the contractions would expel the baby from my body. I kept replaying that sentence in my head, wondering how long it would take.”
Because she was unable to tell doctors if she was having contractions, she was monitored closely throughout the rest of her pregnancy. She knew there wasn’t a set date for her to be induced; instead, the procedure would be performed when she started showing effacement or dilation.
“There was this one nurse who’d talk to me while she cleaned me. She said, ‘today we’re going to induce your labor and you’re going to have your baby, but you’re so lucky, you won’t feel a thing.’ I wanted to scream so bad, let her know that, no, I was going to feel everything.”
Three years later, Tara still has panic attacks when she remembers what happened that day. (Editor’s note: what follows is a graphic description of traumatic natural birth, and graphic medical procedures. Reader discretion is advised.)
“There was an air of excitement, and there were about 15 obstetricians from around the country who’d come to watch. They’d given me muscle relaxants so they could spread my legs, because my muscles had started to atrophy. They strapped me into the stirrups right at the start, and my gown was pulled up to just under my boobs. I felt so exposed, but the crowd of people didn’t even shut up when my doctor reached up inside me and stripped my membranes. I remember thinking how humiliating this was gonna be, which I don’t think I’d considered before.”
Doctors used pitocin to induce Tara’s labor. Unlike the slow build of natural labor, pitocin often induces strong contractions right away.
“I could see the clock on the wall. About thirty minutes had passed between the shot of Pitocin and when I had the first contraction. It felt like a vice had been wrapped around my uterus. Had I been able to speak, I’d have been yelling from that very first one.”
Tara endured ten hours of hard labor, with the contractions getting increasingly stronger. While she suffered, doctors and nurses made small talk about their weekend plans. As the labor went on, some started to complain about how long it was taking.
“I was in agony. I’d never imagined anything could hurt that bad. I wanted to pant, like I’d seen in Lamaze videos, but the ventilator was controlling my breathing. I couldn’t move at all, and being strapped into the stirrups for my entire labor was torture. My hips hurt so bad, especially as the baby moved down farther and the pressure increased.
There was one doctor who kept talking about his dinner reservations. On and on about wishing I’d hurry up and pop it out. He actually walked over and tweaked my nipple, and made a joke about that speeding up labor. Not only did I feel violated, it set off a horrible contraction, like the worst one yet. I got no comfort, no words of support. I was going through the worst thing I’d ever experienced, and it was like no one even considered I could be suffering.”
As Tara went into transition -- the most difficult, painful part of labor -- she says she heard some of the female medical professionals in the room joking about how much pain she’d be in, if she weren’t in a coma.
“There was this machine, they could tell when I was having contractions. They’d started coming one right after another, lasting almost a minute. It felt like I was being stepped on by an elephant. My back hurt, my cunny and arse were starting to feel like they’d explode. One of the women in the room said, “Whew, we know she’s really in a coma, she’d be screaming her head off if she could feel this.”
Tara was in transition for over an hour before she finally felt the overwhelming urge to push.
“It was the strangest sensation, I’m not ever sure I can describe it. I needed to push so bad, it physically hurt not to push. But I couldn’t. None of those muscles would obey my commands. And then it was like the doctor said, the contractions got even stronger to push the baby out. I could feel him moving down but it was so, so slow.”
Tara watched the clock on the wall for five hours as she endured the excruciating pain of her baby making its way down into her birth canal.
“I wanted to die. I thought it was never going to end. I was praying for a c-section. I knew they probably wouldn’t give me anything for the pain, but I figured I’d have a heart attack when they sliced into me and that would be better than the agony I was feeling.”
Tara eventually started having chest pains, and the monitors on her and the baby started to alarm.
“I remember my chest started hurting after the baby had been stuck just behind my entrance for about two hours. I was so hopeful that they’d finally noticed something was wrong with me, that I was dying in pain.”
In fact, the doctors still didn’t know Tara was in distress, but her baby’s vital signs indicated he was.
“The air changed in the room. All the laughing and joking stopped. One guy started pressing his whole body weight down on my uterus while I was in the middle of a really bad contraction. It hurt so bad, I actually thought it ripped.
He did that for a while, and then I heard them call for the forceps. I was so afraid, my chest was aching, and my cunny was on fire. I just wanted it to be over. I couldn’t see anything over my big belly, so it was a complete surprise when they jammed the first one up there. It felt like the metal was cutting into my pelvic walls. By the time they got the second one in, I was having a horrible contraction, and it felt like my entire stomach had ruptured.
One of the things I remember so clearly was that they cut the episiotomies, on the top and near the bottom, while I was at the peak of a contraction. I was suffering so much, I don’t know why that stuck out to me, but I remember thinking, ‘those bastards just cut me during a contraction.’
Citing pending legal action, Tara’s doctors won’t confirm how long it took to pull the baby out. Tara says it was at least fifteen minutes.
“They kept tugging and tugging and it really felt like my insides were breaking. My cunny was a mess, and they were pulling so hard I kept getting slammed back down on the metal table.”
Tara suffered a separated pelvis in the attempt to get the head out; it’s the moment she calls the “worst pain anyone could ever suffer.”
“I couldn’t really even think after my pelvis separated. It was all pain, and I didn’t think it would ever end. I know it took a while to get the shoulders out, because the doctor kept putting his hand inside me, trying to dislodge them.”
Tara says she lay there, splayed and bleeding from her ravaged genitals, for forty minutes while they worked on the baby. She says she was worried for her child in an abstract way, but was hurting so bad she couldn’t focus on anything other than her gaping sex.
Tara says she passed out when a doctor pulled her leg back to stick his hand inside her, jarring her broken pelvis in the process. She woke with a pelvic fixator, 40 stitches in her genitals, and absolutely no pain medication.
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What A Difference A Day Makes {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 8.4k
Warnings: Somnophilia, oral sex (male receiving), cum play, pregnancy, hormones, mentions of cheating, stalkers, kidnapping, angst, forced c-sections, mentions of murder, medical trauma, childbirth, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex
Comments: Life is fantastic. Your fiancé is incredibly sweet and his writing career has taken off. With a baby on the way, everything is perfect. Until him hiding a small secret from you alters life completely when an unhinged woman kidnaps you to take your baby, and your spot in Javi's life.
🚨🚨DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT - This story contains dark themes of kidnapping, attempted murder, forced c-sections🚨🚨
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You smile as you admire your fiancé. The way the morning sun shines onto his face as he remains asleep. You woke up before him, needing to pee, and you noticed the way his cock is hard, laying on his tummy, and you couldn’t resist. He fucked you last night, leaving both of you to fall asleep naked, but you want more of him. You reach down, pushing the sheet lower so you can wrap your fingers around his cock. He grunts, making you smile, and you lean in to kiss along his neck. He groans, still asleep, and you love how he twitches in your grip.
Javi doesn’t want to wake up but he had to. The most wonderful feeling is wrapping around his cock and he knows what it is without even opening his eyes. “You are insatiable, my love.” He rasps out, his normally soft voice rough with sleep and he turns his head, seeking you out before he even looks at you. The curve of his lips is loving and he is always enchanted with how you look first thing in the morning. “Do you need me to fuck you again?” He asks. “Did I not do it right last night?” He is joking, you had screamed his name and nearly collapsed against him in pleasure but he likes you to admit that you just need him.
“You know you did it right last night.” You tease, kissing his jaw, “I need you again though. It’s the hormones. Have me horny for you all the damn time.” You chuckle softly, continuing to pump his cock. You love how he looks when he just wakes up, hair all over the place.
“Hmmm.” His eyes slip back closed and his head tilts back slightly, exposing his throat and the lines of his neck in pleasure. “Those hormones of yours do keep my cock busy.” He jokes. “Though it was my cock that made your hormones go crazy.”
You giggle, leaning in to kiss along his throat. “That too. It’s like an endless cycle.” You murmur against his skin and you can’t wait any longer. You let go of his cock, giggling when he whines and you straddle him, reaching down to notch him at your cunt so you can sink down onto his cock. “Fuck baby. Always so damn good inside of me.” You moan, placing your hands on his chest. Your bump makes it impossible for you to lean down and kiss him nowadays.
“Bonita.” Javi groans, reaching up to hold onto your thick waist, even thicker now that you are growing his child inside you. Life is perfect for him, the movie with Nic has led to two more movies. The last one, where he met you, was his favorite. It had brought the love of his life to him, a chance meeting on set by one of the actresses led to flirting, to dinner and now - eight months later - to this. “You look so good. Like an angel.”
You look down at him, knowing your hair must be a mess and your bump is huge but he’s looking at you like you hung the moon. You start to move, working your hips up and down so you sink down onto his cock, grinding him deeper inside of you. You’re addicted to him lately, unable to get enough, and it’s frustrating that he has to dedicate time to write his latest script. You’ve been out of work since you got pregnant, Javi insisting that you stay at home, and you’ve been nesting, turning his bachelor pad into a family home perfect for welcoming your son when he is born. “I love you.” You murmur, cupping his cheek and your heart flutters when he turns his head to kiss your palm. You start to pick up your pace, rocking your hips and you are close but you need his hands. “Can you rub my clit, babe? Just need a little more.”
“Whatever you need.” Javi promised, cock twitching deep inside your tight walls as he slides his hand across the roundness of your belly. He loves you like this. The ‘oops’ became his fondest joy when he realized you were not upset. He can take care of you while you are pregnant, he wants to take care of you. To keep you safe. His thumb presses against your soaked clit and he groans. “Someone is needy, amor. Do you want to scream my name again?”
You nod, loving how he expertly touches you, knowing exactly what you need. “Yes. Yes. Always do, my love. You - you are always so good to me.” You pant, rocking down and using his chest as the leverage you need to pick up the pace, his thumb pressing against your clit just right. “Fuck Jav. I - I’m gonna-” You choke as you clamp down on his cock, so easily worked up nowadays due to your pregnancy. Combined with the gorgeous man beneath you, you cry out his name as you cum around his cock.
Javi groans out your name, loving how you fall apart for him, he stops rubbing your clit, just holding his thumb against it while you quake with pleasure. Wanting you to ride it out completely before he moves. “Muy bonita, amor.” He hums, caressing your side.
You love how he’s looking at you and you shift off of his cock. “Want you to cum down my throat for me baby.” You shuffle down the bed between his thighs. You grip his cock, bending down on your knees to take him into your mouth. His groans of protest make you chuckle and you pull off of his cock to look up at him. “How do you wanna cum? Want me to jerk you off? Cum on my tits and bump? Or you want to fuck me?”
He bites his lip, pulling you up off his cock. “I want to cum on your tits and bump.” He confesses, knowing that it will be sexy to you. Since you’ve been pregnant he’s loved painting your skin with his seed. Marking you like he obviously has. He loves seeing you wear his cum. “Please baby, want to see you covered in it.”
You nod, shifting to lay down and he scrambles to kneel between your legs. You reach for his cock after you spit into your hand, pumping his length just how he likes. You love the way he’s looking down at you, his hungry eyes taking in your body. At first, you were worried he wouldn’t like the changes your body has gone through but he loves it, admitting he has discovered a pregnancy kink. “Cum for me Javi. Want you to cum on me.”
He owes you so fucking much. He had been so lonely here. Determined to make it in L.A. and not go back to Spain, he didn’t want to deal with the family business left in shambles. He wasn’t a violent or confrontational person. He just wanted to make movies. Coming here, meeting you, it has been amazing and he doesn’t regret it for a moment. You allow him to explore sexually too, being an amazing lover and not making him feel foolish for his want for affection. “So fucking beautiful.” He groans, brows furrowed and his toes start to curl. “I’m not- I’m gonna cum, baby.” He warns you, just like he always does. Groaning when he feels his balls pull tight and you smirk at him right before his cock explodes, coating your tits with the first hot rope of his cum.
You smile, watching him as more cum coats your tits and down to your bump. His jaw clenched as he cums and you work him through it until he’s gently batting your hand away. You are painted with his seed and you can’t resist swiping your finger through a streak to bring it to your mouth, sucking off the salty essence.
“Fuck, fuck you’re so good to me.” Javi pants, a dopey, happy grin on his face as he tries to catch his breath. It was an amazing wake up call. “Lay back, bonita. I will get the rag to clean you up. Are you hungry? Thirsty?” He wants to take care of you, to make sure you have everything you need while you are carrying his child and thankfully, you let him fuss.
“I’m always hungry.” You joke, “and thirsty. Your baby has me craving the Spanish omelet you make.” You bite your lip, watching him shuffle off of the bed to grab a rag for you.
“I can make you that, amor. You want some tea?” He asks and you nod, heart fluttering when he tenderly cleans you up. He’s so sweet and yet he’s fiercely protective over you, especially since you’ve been pregnant. His popularity has grown exponentially since his second movie and he has fans now, especially since he went on Jimmy Fallon to promote his new movie with Nic.
“Thank you.” You shift to stand up, waddling slightly since you’re nearly eight months. “I love you.” You murmur, kissing his jaw while you take the rag into the bathroom to put it in the laundry basket. You need to pee and brush your teeth before you get ready for the day.
“I love you too.” Javi grins at you before he turns to grab some boxers to throw on. He can’t remember if the housekeeper is coming today or tomorrow and he doesn’t want a repeat of three months ago when she walked in on him pouring you a bowl of cereal naked. “I will go get started on your tea and omelet, amor.” He calls out, smiling to himself. He can make you breakfast, get you set up and then work for the rest of the morning on his newest movie idea.
Once you’re dressed, you head into the kitchen to find Javi just finishing up breakfast, and your stomach twists at how hot he looks cooking for you. “Thank you baby.” You kiss him softly when he sits down beside you at the kitchen counter. You take a bite of the omelet, groaning softly and the baby kicks his approval inside of you. When you have a few bites, you grab the mail sitting on the side, going through it and you see your name on an envelope with no address. You frown, opening it to see a piece of paper, blank except for “see you soon x” on it. “Javi. Do you know what this is about?” You don’t like it. A chill running down your spine and your instinct tells you it’s about Javi. Maybe he’s cheating on you.
Javi looks over at the letter and his eyes widen, quickly reaching out and snatching it from your hand. “Nothing, amor.” He stammers slightly. “Just something that I was thinking of. A surprise for you.” He shakes his head and laughs, grabbing the rest of the mail before you can look through it. “They must of been mistaken because I decided not to do it.” His lie is flimsy but he goes with it anyway. “You have your tea, so I need to get to work, okay?” He rushes around the counter and kisses your forehead before speeding out of the kitchen.
You frown, watching him rush off, and immediately you’re suspicious. You had no reason to think that Javi is cheating on you until now. He’s sweet and kind and everything you have been searching for in L.A that seems impossible to find in most men. He’s handsome and successful and you realize that a lot of women would offer him her body for the chance to step up the ladder in the industry. You’re not stupid but you had hoped Javi wasn’t the type, especially when you’re pregnant.
You push the omelet away, suddenly not hungry, and decide to go for a drive. You need to get out of the house and think. You scribble a note for Javi to find when he’s come out of his office and after cleaning up, you leave the house, needing to get some air.
“Shit.” You huff when you see your tank is nearly empty so you drive to the nearest gas station, getting out to fill up when a woman approaches you. “Oh look at you. How far along are you?” She asks and you smile, caressing your bump. “Nearly eight months.” You tell her and her smile turns into a smirk, immediately making your smile fall. “Perfect. It’s time.” She announces and surges forward to push a needle into your neck. Your mouth opens to scream for help but it’s too late when you pass out in her arms.
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“I am telling you it is a threat!” Javi hisses on the phone, angry that his manager is not taking him seriously. “It doesn’t have a post mark, it had to be from the same woman!” There is a secret that Javi has been keeping from you. There have been a series of disturbing letters being sent to his manager and his offices. Talking about how she loves him and they need to be together. That she is the perfect woman for him. Later expressing her extreme displeasure for learning that he was involved with you. There had been a vaguely threatening and ominous tone to the letters, so Javi hadn’t told you about it. Not wanting you to be stressed while you are carrying his baby. Now she’s putting letters in the box, which means she is close by. “I don’t like this at all!”
“Calm down Javi. It’s probably just someone trying to throw you off your game. We had this happen a few years ago with an actor. He was in line for an Oscar and his damn ‘arch nemesis’ was sending letters to his house and our offices.” His manager practically rolls his eyes at how childish it was. “It will stop. I promise you. It’s just a prank.” His manager assures him. “Now, get back to work. The producers need a new ending asap.”
Blowing out a breath in frustration, Javi disconnects the call and crumples the letter in his hand. He needs to talk to you. Tell you to stay inside and he will get more security around the house. “Amor!” He opens the office door and walks out, looking in the living room for you, normally around this time, you are watching one of your shows that you have been binging. “Amor? Where are you?” He moves through to the kitchen, heart dropping when he sees the note on the counter, “shit!”
Javi immediately rushes back to his phone, calling you, but it goes to voicemail. He tries again, and again, but you don’t answer. He’s panicking now, trying to remember the log in to the location tracking you had opted into, both of you trusting each other so you never check it but it’s good for emergencies. He curses, hating that he can never keep the same password, but eventually he logs in and sees you on the highway, heading out into the desert. He frowns, confused and he tries calling you again. This time, the phone is answered.
“Hey baby. I wondered when you’d call.” A female voice answers but it’s not you.
Javi’s heart drops into his stomach, pulling his phone away to make sure he hadn’t misdialed but it’s your name on the screen. He says your name cautiously. “Where is she? Let me talk to her please.” He tries to keep his voice neutral, not wanting to upset whoever is on the other end.
“She’s currently asleep right now. Pregnant women need their naps.” She tuts, “don’t worry though. She won’t be a problem for much longer.”
Javi’s blood runs cold. “What do you mean?” He asks, trying to remain calm.
“Didn’t you read my notes? I’ve been wanting to talk to you for so long. You’re - your writing just speaks to me. I love it. I love you. I want to be with you Javier.”
“I- that sounds interesting.” He murmurs, searching around frantically and he finds his iPad on the kitchen counter and rushes towards it. He will text his manager. “I can meet you, where are you? I always love meeting fans.”
“I don’t want to be just your fan. I want to be your wife. She’s not good enough for you. She doesn’t love you as much as I do. I would die for you, baby. So I’m gonna solve your little problem. I’m gonna get rid of her but…I - I can’t have kids and I desperately want you to be a father so I’m going to cut the baby out of her. Now, I know you’re worried about your son but it’s okay. I’m a nurse. I can figure it out.” She promises Javi, making it clear that this has been planned out.
“Mierda.” Javi’s blood runs cold and he swallows harshly. “No, uh, don’t- I mean, our baby should be born at a hospital, no?” He asks, typing desperately to his manager to call the police now. “I always imagined being there for the birth of my son. I want to - to cut the cord.” He opens the tracking app on your phone and watches as the icon moves on a deserted road, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. “Let me be there, for our son.”
She sighs, “I don’t want you to change your mind about us, honey. She needs to be gone. I don’t want her to interfere with our new life. If you want to be here, you can, but only - only if you promise to let me do my job.”
Javi nods, “I promise. I won’t change my mind. I just want to be there for the baby. Our baby.” He manages to push the words out of his mouth, to say what he needs to say to save you.
She hums, “fine. I’ll text you an address to meet me at then I can bring you to the house. I have her drugged up so she won’t feel a thing. If anyone is with you though baby, I’ll know and I’ll drive away and they’re dead. Both her and the baby.”
The call disconnects and Javi starts to panic. “Shit! Shit!” His hands shake as he dials his manager. “The crazy bitch has my fiancée!” He shouts as soon as she picks up the phone. “She’s going to cut our baby out of her! She says she wants to be with me. But I can’t - tell me the police are on the way!” He had sent the manager the coordinates and the log in for the tracking app, giving her access to give to the police.
****
You wince, head throbbing as you try to open your eyes. You are on a bed and you groan when you try to sit up. “You’re awake.”
Your eyes suddenly widen, looking over at the woman from the gas station. “Who the fuck are you?” You ask, heart hammering in your chest.
“I’m Javier’s wife. Or I will be once I get you out of the picture. He’s gonna be mine and we will raise your baby as ours.” She says, like she isn’t insane.
“You crazy bitch.” You bark out, shaking your head, “Javi doesn’t even know who you are.”
She chuckles, almost mockingly, “oh he does. I’ve been sending him notes for months now. Didn’t you get my letter this morning?” She asks, tilting her head and you inhale sharply, remembering the note she sent. You thought Javier was having an affair. Turns out, he was being stalked.
“I - he wouldn’t want to be with you. He loves me. Our baby.” You retort and she scoffs, “I can’t have kids. He’s used you to get pregnant. So we can have our family.”
You shake your head, not believing her. You need to get out of her. “I, uh, I need to pee. The baby sits in my bladder.”
She nods, walking over to unlock your wrist from the handcuff she had attached to the bed. “Any funny business and I’ll just kill you. I can get the baby out before he dies too.” She warns and you swallow down the sob that wants to work its way up your throat. You make your way to the bathroom, peeing while you check for any windows. There aren’t any. “Shit.” You hiss, wondering how you’re gonna get out of here.
***
“Yes, Javi- God I’m so- so sorry.” His manager chokes out, horrified that this is happening. It will put a fucking halt on the screenplay and they are locked into a contract. Plus there’s the not so little issue about Javi’s fiancée and baby. She’s not a heartless monster who only thinks of business. “I told you that-“ The phone beeps and Javi pulls the phone from his ear.
“Fuck- she’s going to pick me up from the house.” He hisses, looking at the small dot on the map where your phone is. “Fuck, the police need to get there!”
****
You sob, the reality of this situation hitting you and you cover your mouth when she knocks on the door, telling you your time is up. There's no lock on the door so you open it up, stepping out into the house again and she's standing there waiting for you.
"Come on." She grabs your arm and you don't struggle, knowing you need to be smart.
"Can I get something to drink? I'm thirsty." You tell her and she shakes her head.
"No. You can't eat or drink before the surgery." She says and you frown, "surgery?" With a chuckle, she looks over at you, "the c- section silly."
Your eyes widen and you try to get out of her grip. "No. No. It's - I'm not even eight months. He isn't ready. I - I can't - you can't -" You choke, eyes darting around the room as you try to find an escape. You scream for help, "you can't have my baby. You - you fucking psycho." You shout at her and she shakes her head.
"I can and I will. I have the equipment to keep him healthy. I've been watching you for months and I'm sick of waiting for my baby. For Javi. I'm impatient and I'm ready to start my life. I was going to kill you that day...the day you had the flat tire. It would've been so easy to kill you but then I watched you find out about the baby. I can't have kids, you see, and I so desperately want Javier to be a father. So here we are." She explains.
"Please don't do this. Please - not the baby." You sob
****
Javi is tearing his hair out, torn between racing to the safe to grab the guns there and driving like a maniac to the blip on the screen to save you himself, and staying put in case she still has you in the car. The police are on the phone with him, the urgency of the situation finally resonating and he’s on FaceTime with his manager and the police. “Hurry.” He chokes out, shaking his head. His phone is gripped in his hand and he presses the button to call your phone again. He needs to make sure you are okay. “Where is she?” He hisses when the phone goes to voicemail. “Are they there yet? What’s taking so long?” He demands frantically, nearly in tears.
****
The woman, whose name you still don't know, has had enough of your shrieking, and she grabs you, sticking you with a needle again. "Fucking silly bitch." She huffs and decides to go ahead and prep you for surgery. She only has so much time and she doesn't have time to pick Javi up so he can be here. She has to get started. She works fast to prep you, washing herself up and doing what she has witnessed in surgeries she has attended but she's never done this before. Taking the scalpel, she cuts across your belly, eager to get to the baby with zero regard to your health.
****
“Mr. Gutierrez, we are two minutes from the location.”
Javi barely hears the police officer in charge of keeping him appraised as he paces in the kitchen. “I should have warned her. I should have hired private security.” He had grown lax since he had come to America. In Spain, at his compound, you would have been safe. “GO FASTER!” He screams in frustration, terrified of having you ripped from his life like everything else.
****
The police are at his house and have the body cam footage on their iPad so Javi can see what is happening. The police break the door to get in and the first thing they hear is a baby squawking. “Police!” They shout and walk into the room that’s been used as an impromptu operating room. You’re on a table, cut open and blood is everywhere while she holds a tiny baby in her gloved hands.
“Oh god.” Javi feels like he’s about to throw up. “Help her.” He demands, his voice choking up as tears spill down his face at the violence of the scene in front of him. He’s never liked blood, even in movies, but this is horrific. “Help her!” He wails, collapsing into a torrent of broken and incoherent Spanish as the idea of losing you becomes his stark reality.
The police tell the woman to put the baby down and hold her hands up. She shakes her head, “no! You can’t take my baby from me! He’s mine. My husband will be here soon. Please, listen to me. She stole my husband. She deserves to die.” She says and the police move fast. Careful of the baby in her hands, one officer takes the baby while 3 others restrain her.
“Get the paramedics in here now.” The officer orders, having had an ambulance on arrival. She is screaming, begging Javi to help her and the paramedics rush in as she is taken away. The baby is carefully carried away for immediate medical care and the other paramedics work on helping you. All while Javi watches helplessly and unable to do anything.
“Please, please help her.” Javi sobs, dropping to his knees in front of the iPad and watches in horror. “Please.” He doesn’t pray but he is praying now for a miracle. “Where-“ he chokes out when the screen shows them swiftly lifting you onto the gurney and immediately starting to roll you out of the room. “Where are you going?” The police officer responds with the hospital they are taking you to and Javi scrambles to get to his keys, needing to meet you there.
When Javi arrives at the hospital, the nurses tell him you are in surgery. The baby is in the NICU for monitoring. “Would you like to see your son?” The nurse offers, trying to calm Javier down after he came sprinting into the hospital. Javi nods, swallowing harshly and his eyes sting from the tears he’s cried. He follows her through the hallways until she opens the door and points to the incubator. “You have a son, congratulations.”
Javi stumbles forwards. Sobbing at the sight of his son covered in tubes and attached in wires. Unable to hold him because he was ripped out of your body in such a cruel way. “Mi hijo.”he murmurs, frowning and shaking his head. It’s not right that you aren’t here, that you aren’t cooing over him.
“Mr. Gutierrez, what do you want us to put the baby’s name-“
Javi shakes his head. “No. We- I won’t name him until she can be there.” He chokes out, remembering how you said you wanted to decide after seeing his sweet face. “He needs to be with her.” He demands suddenly, turning back to the nurse. “As soon as she’s out of surgery. He needs to be in the room with her. Their own private room.”
The nurse nods, knowing that she shouldn’t allow that but you’ve been through enough. Javi reaches into the side to touch his son’s tiny hand and he chokes when the baby grips his finger. He doesn’t know how long he stands there until the doctor finds him. “Mr. Gutierrez, your fiancée is out of surgery. She’s in recovery. She lost a lot of blood so we did a transfusion and she - the woman who cut her - did it too deep and with the wrong tools. We tried to repair but…but in the end we had to perform a hysterectomy. She will not be able to have any more children.”
Javi closes his eyes, Devastated that you have lost the ability to have more kids. It was a joke that you would have ten more. Not that he cared about it as long as you were alive, but he hates that you don’t have the choice anymore. “I want to see her. Now.” He demands when he opens his eyes again. “The baby too. Both of them. I need them together. Please.” He begs the doctor, feeling like he has to be able to have both of you where he can keep an eye on you. He almost lost you at the hands of a madwoman.
The doctor agrees, knowing better than to argue with a man who nearly lost everything. He is escorted to your room, the baby pushed alongside him and situated in the room where you are unconscious still. “They are alive, there is still a long road ahead but they are here.” The nurse reassures him after she checks on you and leaves, letting Javier walk over to you.
“Shit.” Javi drops into the chair beside your bed and picks up your hand, limp in his. “This is my fault, amor.” He moans, hating himself for not protecting you. You are so still and he knows you will be wrecked when you learn what happened. “I should have warned you. I thought she just- she wanted me. They told me it wasn’t unusual to have obsessive fans. That our security we had was enough.”
Javier sits there for another twenty minutes, just silent except for the baby’s oxygen going and your machines beep as you wake up. Blinking and wincing are the harsh hospital lights. “Ja-” You try to croak out his name but your throat is so dry.
“I’m here, hermosa. I’m here.” He says, inhaling deeply as he stands to hover over you.
You try to figure out what’s going on, your hands shaky as they find your stomach. It’s now flat and you start to panic, your machines going crazy. “Baby.” You choke out as it comes back to you. The psycho woman and how she was going to cut your baby out of you.
“He’s safe.” Javi rushes out to assure you. “He’s safe, he’s right here!” The machines start to alarm as your pulse and blood pressure sky rocket with anxiety and panic. Alerting the nurses who come pouring into the room and push him out of the way so they can see to you. “I’m here, amor!” Javi promises, looking over their shoulders and trying to catch sight of you as you start to struggle and fight against him. “Our son is safe! You are safe!”
You hear his words and force yourself to calm down, not wanting to be sedated again. You pant, your entire body feels like it’s been hit by a truck and you slump back onto the bed. “Javi.” You call, needing him when the nurses tell you to keep calm, you need to relax. You inhale deeply, gripping Javier’s hand when he comes to stand beside you. “Where is he?” You ask, your heart in agony when you think of your son.
“He’s here. He’s in an incubator and he’s healthy but they are monitoring him since he’s early. He’s so beautiful, amor. He’s perfect. She didn’t hurt him.” Javier promises and you tilt your head, wanting to see the baby.
Javi watches you cry as you look over at the baby, his own tears a product of guilt and relief that both of you are okay. “He is here, amor. He won’t be taken from this room. I made them put you together.” The doctors had been understanding and assured him that the baby would be tested here if need be. Javi chokes out a small sound. “I am so sorry, amor. I should have protected you.”
You shake your head, squeezing his hand. "You didn't know." You choke, "how could you - you have known?" You sniff, feeling Javier wipe your tears with his free hand.
"I - the letter you got this morning...it was from her. I've been receiving them at the office and I - I didn't think she knew where we lived until you opened the one at the house." You stare at him, mouth open in shock that he knew about her to some extent. You let go of his hand, feeling a little betrayed that he didn't tell you.
Javi reaches for your hand again, his heart cracking when you pull away from his touch. “Sweetheart, I didn’t - I didn’t want to worry you.” He rushes out to explain. “You were carrying the baby. They said it was probably nothing, I didn’t want you to worry.” His eyes are pleading with you to understand but you won’t even look at him. “I didn’t know. I just - she was obsessed with me. I didn’t know she would attack you.”
"You didn't tell me, Jav. How - what else haven't you told me?" You choke, wondering if he's been keeping more secrets from you.
He sits down, inhaling deeply, and he's trying to accept that you will hate him after this next thing. "The doctors...she didn't cut you open properly and they - they tried to fix it but they couldn't so they...they had to give you a hysterectomy."
You inhale deeply, barely even able to process the news before you burst into tears, sobbing again. That woman has taken so much from you. “Go away.”
The words freeze Javi’s heart and he immediately starts to tear up again, knowing he’s going to lose you and his son over a woman who he hadn’t even known. “Amor-“
“Go away!” You scream through your tears, making his face scrunch up to try to stop the wall of tears that start flooding out of his eyes. “I don’t want you here.”
Javi lurches out of his chair, unable to say anything and he knows it won’t make any difference. This morning he had woken up with the perfect life and now it’s destroyed. He pushes out of the door and stumbles down the hall to collapse against the hospital wall, sobbing as he sinks down to the ground.
You sob, mourning the children you can never have and you know, deep down, that Javi couldn't control this woman giving you a botched c-section but he could've told you so you were aware.
The baby starts to cry and you stop yourself sobbing, pushing yourself to get out of bed despite the absolute agony you are in, barely able to move but you make it to the incubator and look down at your son for the first time. He looks just like his daddy. "Hey, my little love." You coo, tears still running down your cheeks as you reach in to caress his tiny hand, sobbing when he grabs your finger. You wish Javi was here but he's gone and you don't know if he will come back. You shouldn't have sent him away but you need time to process.
Javi sits outside the door, broken but unable to leave the hospital. He can’t, he can’t leave you. Not after everything that happened. He knows you are inside that room, safe with his son. Tears dried, and he could do nothing but just sit on the floor, staring at the door to your room in hollow eyed agony. He’s fucked up more than he ever had before and you hate him.
You sit there staring at your son for as long as you can until the nurses come in to offer you food and check on you and the baby. The doctor comes in and tells you that tomorrow they will take the baby off of oxygen to see how he does. If he’s breathing on his own, you can hold him. “What do you want to name him?” She asks and you bite your lip.
“I was going to name him with Javi. We were going to decide together.”
The nurse comes over to you and lays her hand on your shoulder, “he’s been sitting outside for hours. He hasn’t left you.” She announces and your heart flutters, knowing he could’ve gone home.
“Can you send him in?” You ask and she nods. The medical staff leave you and you watch as the door opens, Javi standing in the doorway.
“Hi.” He murmurs and you pat the spot beside you on the bed.
“Come here. We need to name our son.”
Javi slowly moves over towards the two of you. His eyes fluttering between you and the baby, longing so deep in his eyes. Gently sitting down, he tucks his hands together between his thighs and looks over at you hesitantly. “What do you want to name him, am-“ He stops himself from calling you ‘amor’, sure that you don’t want that. You are angry at him and you have every right to be. You almost died because of him.
You had discussed some names but decided to wait. You thought you’d have another six weeks to decide. “I…I know we discussed the name Nicolas. After Nic. I think it suits him. Plus, his entry into the world was like a goddamn horror movie. Nicolas…Alejandro…after your grandfather?” You suggest, looking at Javier. His maternal grandfather was his favorite, shaking his love of cinema. You are still grieving the loss of your future children but you can’t fully blame Javier, he was doing what he thought was best.
If it had been any other time, Javi would have lit up at naming his son after his favorite actor. But he can’t muster the energy, too heartbroken. “If that is what you wish to name him.” He agrees softly, looking at the baby as he sleeps inside the incubator and wishes he could hold him. “It is your choice.” Javi can be a bit morose at times and right now he is spiraling inside, only able to ground himself by looking at his son.
“Javi.” You murmur and he doesn’t look at you. “Javi, look at me.” You request and he turns his head to meet your eyes, his are full of guilt and sorrow. “Please…I can’t - I’ve already lost so much. I don’t want to lose you too. I love you Javi. Did you mess up by not telling me? Yes. Did you make that psycho kidnap me and give me a botched c-section? No. You didn’t directly cause this and I- I’m gonna be hard to handle through the coming weeks as I process this. I’m still in shock to be honest, but please don’t make me go through it alone. Don’t let her win. I love you, even after everything, I still love you. I can’t lose you too. Our son needs you. I need you.”
“I would never leave you.” Javi’s voice wavers slightly and he blinks back a new set of tears. “I- I don’t - I thought I was going to lose you. Terrified of it. And then you-“ he shakes his head, knowing that it won’t do any good to blame you when you had told him to go. “I would never leave you.” He reiterates, his voice firmer.
You reach for his hand, squeezing it and you lean in to press your forehead against his. “I love you Javier, always have, always will. I’m so sorry I can’t give you the big family you wanted.” You choke, tears stinging in your eyes.
“I don’t care.” Javi promises you, reaching up and wiping away your tears as they spill over your lashes. “If you ever wanted to expand our family beyond our son, we could look into it.” He would never be opposed to that, “but I will be happy to just have you and Nicolas for the rest of my life.”
You lean in to press your lips to his, soft but loving, and you know the weeks ahead are going to be hard but you can do it if you have him beside you. Javier and Nicolas are all you care about right now. Your perfect morning turned into a nightmare but you still have the man you love and your baby. The future is going to be bright, you’ll make damn sure it is. You won’t let that psycho win.
****
To say that Javi hadn’t slept is an understatement. Propped up on his elbow, he watches your stead breathe as you still get your rest. Eyes soft with love and protective as your brow creases slightly. He can only hope you aren’t dreaming right now, the nightmares always get bad leading up today. Leaning in, he drops a soft kiss on your shoulder and the sunlight starts to filter in from the curtains.
You wake with a gasp, sensing Javier’s kiss on your shoulder, and you smile when you see him looking down at you. “Morning baby, did you sleep?” Your smile turns into a frown when you see the dark circles under his eyes and you trace them softly until he grabs your hand and gently kisses your fingertips.
“I was watching you sleep.” He admits and you slide your hand down his chest.
“That’s not creepy.” You joke, leaning in to kiss his jaw. “I didn’t have any nightmares.” You reveal, relieved that you didn’t dream about the night Nicolas was cruelly brought into this world. Therapy has been a great tool for you to process, even three years later.
“That’s good, amor.” Javi ducks his head down to press his lips against yours softly. “I wanted to be awake if you needed me.” He admits, slowly winding his arms around your sleep-warm body and pulls you closer. “I also checked on Nicolas every hour.” He admits, knowing that his need to protect you may border on obsession. He had moved you from the house that anyone had known and put you up in a home that had a secure wall around it for his own peace of mind.
You smile, kissing him again. He makes you feel so protected, maybe overly so, but since that night, you and Nicolas have been under the security of Javier. Especially since he’s become even more well known for his screenplays. “My protective husband.” You coo, kissing his jaw, “Nicolas won’t be up for another hour. I need you baby.”
“Are you sure?” Javi pulls back and looks into your eyes seriously. You had been ashamed of your scars for a long time, despite Javi assuring you that he found you as sexy as he always had. Leaving the decision to try to have them fixed up to you. But he always wants to make sure you don’t feel like he’s pressuring you. “We don’t have to, amor.”
“Yes. I’m sure.” You’ve been working through it with your therapist and you decided to not have the scars fixed. They are a reminder of what you went through and you know Javier loves you, you have slept with him, of course you have, since that night but it’s mainly been when you’ve got a dress or shirt on. You haven’t let him see you without the scars covered and you want to change that.
Javi moves, turning away and climbing out of the bed to remove his boxers. Since Nicolas, both of you have started sleeping in clothes and he never wants you to feel like you’re doing something wrong by wearing a nightgown. “I will make you feel good, amor.” He promises, sliding back into bed and shuffling under the covers so he can work his way between your thighs to eat your cunt in the dark.
“No. I want to see you.” You tell him, pushing the covers down. You bring his hands to grip the edge of your nightgown.
“Are you sure, amor?” He asks, frowning, and you nod. “I’m sure. I want to do this. I need to do this. I want you to see all of me.” You insist, heart pounding in your chest.
Javi nods, smiling up at you before he starts to kiss his way down your body, paying special attention to the scars that had both given him Nicolas and nearly taken you from him.
You swallow the lump in your throat, tears stinging your eyes when he presses kisses all along the scarred skin. “Javi.” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair as you fall even deeper in love with him in that moment, the way he just accepts you completely.
“So impatient.” He teases, grinning up at you even though he knows you aren’t pushing him to move on. He kisses down your stomach and the top of your mound. “Spread your legs wider, bonita.” He urges you. “I want to see the gorgeous cunt I get to eat.”
You oblige, spreading your legs wider, and his groan sends a shiver up your spine. You haven’t let him see you during the daylight for so long. To look down and see his hungry gaze…it already has you on edge. You whimper when his breath fans over your cunt and you moan his name when his tongue slides through your folds. “Oh shit, my love. That - that feels good.”
Javi is ravenous. Loving that he gets to see you, all of you, while he eats you out. One hand reaches up, squeezing your breast gently while the other tangles his fingers with yours, holding onto your hand. This is what he needs, what you need today. A reminder that you are here, Nicolas is safe and that woman will never touch you again. He flicks his tongue over your clit and sucks it into his mouth, watching your expressions as you get closer.
“Oh fuck, baby.” You pant, “always so good to me.” You squeeze his hand, closing your eyes and tilting your head into the pillow as his tongue lathes over your clit, sensing how close you are. You pant, thighs starting to shake when he sucks your clit into his mouth and you can’t help but cum with a soft cry of his name.
He moans into your flesh, loving how you are still so responsive to him. Working you through your pleasure with gradually softening sucks and then languid licks so that he doesn’t miss a drop of your juices. Smirking proudly to himself as your chest heaves. “Good, amor?” He asks, kissing your clit gently before turning his head and kissing one thigh and then the other.
“Always so good. Come here baby. Want you inside of me.” You reach for him to drag him up your body. He obliges, shifting to hover over you and you reach between you to stroke his cock while his lips press against yours. “I love you.” You murmur, stroking his cock and he shifts to position himself between your thighs.
Javi pauses, giving you a soft smile and he leans down to brush his nose against yours. “I love you, bonita.” He coos as he rolls his hips forward and sinks into you until he is bottomed out and groaning your name.
You gasp when he pushes deep, never getting tired of how he feels inside of you. You whimper and caress his shoulders, letting him take a moment until he starts moving inside of you. “Baby. I- fuck - you feel so good. Always so good. Ever since the first time.” You tilt your head up to kiss along his jaw.
Javi groans, lowering himself to your body and holds you close. “I love you baby. So fucking much.” He turns his head and presses his lips to yours. “You feel amazing, like heaven.” He promises, slowly starting to roll his hips, wanting to stay as close to you as possible.
There’s no rush. Nicolas won’t be up yet and you love how Javier feels inside of you. Taking his time to roll his hips just right and you love the skin to skin contact. Wrapping your legs around him to pull him closer, you kiss along his jaw. God knows what you did to have a man like this love you, no matter what. He adjusts his hips and you moan softly, enjoying the way he grinds against your clit.
“Still so beautiful.” Javi murmurs, rocking his hips. He kisses along your jaw, wanting to draw this out and make you feel like the goddess you are. You are everything to him. Even more now that you were when you were carrying Nicolas. “All mine. My bonita esposa.” You hadn’t gotten married yet but he feels like you are. He’s in it forever.
Hearing him call you his wife, even though it’s not official, sends you over the edge. He grinds into you just right and you pant out his name as you cum, clamping down around his cock. Nails digging into his arms as you cling to him, shaking beneath him.
Javi moans, loving how you squeeze him tight. His pace picks up, rocking his hips faster as he fucks you through it. Chasing his own release and he starts scattering kisses across your lips and down your neck. “Te amo, te amo.” He whines, thinking of nothing but you before he finally stiffens and pushes deep, painting your walls with his seed.
Like he said, it’s heaven. The soft morning light comes through your curtains and you breathe Javier in, enjoying the way he pants to catch his breath. “So good, my love. I love you. Love you so much.” You declare breathily, knowing today, you will both need to reassure each other as you always do when you remember what happened.
Javi smiles against your lip. “Always, mi amor.” He promises you. He nearly lost you three years ago and it’s something that he’s vowed will never happen again. You and Nicolas, you are all that matters. He honestly knows now why Nic was willing to do anything to keep his family safe.
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Ive been thinking about Neytiri X Pregger Reader X Jake (theyre all mates tehe) and like
Ovi jake got readers ass pregnant but listen. Aint NO WAY a human can birth that shit naturally, theyd need a c-section.
Now imagine Neytiri’s complete horror in finding out the humans plan to cut her tiny mate open and pull their baby out. She’s about to cut some heads off and Jake and Reader literally need to calm her down.
She’s still hesitant even when the time comes.
Thank Eywa one of the people allowed to stay happened to be an OBGYN
You’re drugged up, privacy curtain up, Jake at your left, Neytiri on your right nearly sobbing at the stench of blood.
BUT THEN. Baby.
Human Na’vi hybrid is so cute. I just imagine the baby being cuddled to your chest with Neytiri cuddling up with you and the baby too and Jake just off handedly mentions how cute his baby is and jokes you should make another right now
“Neytiri..” you tiredly smile, voice soft and adoring,
“Yes?” She replies in the same tone
“Kill Jake please”
“Of course, ma’y/n”
Jake nearly shits himself at the glare Neytiri shoots him.
Omg!
Cute scene with big bro Netyam being concerned at how small his new baby sibling is.
Grah. Domestic.
i'm getting so many domestic asks recently, it's crazy !!
but this is so cute omg i just know that baby is gonna be the most adored and spoiled rotten little child of all time! three adoring parents (two of whom are terrifying figures lets face it) and a whole host of protective older siblings would definitely lead to some hilarious situations lmao
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Would you be able to write a blurb with Charles or lando with reader going through it with postpartum? Feeling down and sore maybe recovering after a c section or like issues w breastfeeding. You always write them so well and I need more to tame my baby fever
Note: this can also be considered a sneak peek of a big piece request I have coming up 🤍 also, thank you for taking the time to leave the compliment, it truly makes my day ✨️
Cw: breastfeeding, c-section, post partum, scarring, low mood, self-doubt
"Love, can you fill this bottle again, please?", you asked Lando so you could drink water while you fed Fraser, "it's supposed to help with healing and milk production and health stuff", you gestured.
Chuckling at your words, Lando went to the kitchen to fill it and brought it back, straw ready for you to drink from.
"He's getting bigger, don't you think?", Lando said, sitting next to you on the sofa and kissing your naked shoulder, "you're doing such a good job, baby, I love you", he whispered.
"Just doing what needs to be done", you shrugged your shoulders. It had been a whole rollercoaster with Fraser and you were just grateful that you were home with your family, safe and sound. The rest, you were taking day by day.
"You've been amazing, beautiful. I don't know how to thank you for how much you do for him, for our family", he said as he squeezed your arm reassuringly, "I know it can be hard to believe, but I'm telling the truth. Matilda kept telling her friends that mummy is her hero when I dropped her off", he smiled.
Having surgery, not being able to hold your baby straight away and all of the complications that arose stretched you to the furthest of your physical and emotional abilities, trying to make sure everything was right and doing well, but it was exhausting you.
After feeding and burping Fraser, he was also put in the tiny bedside cot, making you take advantage of the fact that you were up to get your nightitme routine down. After your shower, you rubbed moisturiser on the skin, grabbing the ointment to put on your scar. You wouldn't trade it for the world, your baby boy was brought earthside from there, but the pain and sensitivity were still heightened despite the medications you were taking.
"Baby, is everything alright in there?", Lando said as he opened the door slightly, not missing your rushed movements to pull your nightgown down, "yes, just need to brush my teeth", you attempted a smile.
"I want to take care of you tonight, if you'll allow me", Lando said as he kissed the nape of your neck once you sat on the bed next to him.
"Lando, I don't- we can't-", you attempted, tears falling from your eyes the minute you felt his hands on the side of your boobs.
"Baby, Y/N, darling, I'm not doing anything you don't want to, but I'd like you to relax for a little bit", he encouraged, kissing away your tears, "I hate seeing you like this and I wish I could take this pain away from you", he muttered.
Taking a deep breath, you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist before you seeked the comfort of his hand in yours, lacing your fingers as you traced his wedding band, "I've been feeling... a lot of things", you started softly, your husband not pressuring you to speak and accepting your touch, "I feel like we're out of the woods - finally - but then it still hurts and I can't do all the things I want and it sucks", you said as tears welled up again,
"Baby, that little boy loves you so much. You're his mummy, and it is because you're so attentive to him that you can't do him wrong. Matilda, who was the biggest daddy's girl I have ever met, doesn't even care about me anymore", he joked, "she's always like, 'yes,b but mummy did this and that and so on', and you know I can't argue with her because she's right! She's in awe of you and you're the best example for her", he kissed your forehead.
"I just feel like I'm slower than everyone else else and that I'm not coming back as quick, and I'm not on top of all of it already", you groaned, "he just learned to latch properly this week - and it's not his fault because he's so clever already -, and then I look at his handsome face and there's this rush of love", you shook your head, "it's so much, all at once".
"It's normal, gorgeous. And you're taking it like a champ, I'm so proud of you for that. I love you for that and so much more", he said earnestly, "you're the best mummy - me, Fraser and Matilda all agree", he smiled, pulling you to rest against his chest and rubbing your arm.
"Tilly's really said that?", you chuckled, "I think it was more like 'mummy was able to feed Fraser and help me with my homework at the same time. Why are you struggling so much?', but, you know, maybe I'm just reading too much into it, you know?", he shrugged his shoulders, happy to see you smile genuinely and calmly.
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