#guess who's got a bun in the oven

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the dead ringer

buttercup, chapter three

a/n: yeah, this did happen to me in real life, although it happened on a bus so i couldn't immediately get away... ANYWAYS! enjoy this hurt/comfort heavy chapter!

summary: “I think I know something that might help a bit.”

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, crying, panic attacks, matt using his superpowers for the sake of hurt/comfort, boxing

word count: 2057

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Drizzling the flour into the wide bowl, like a dusty snowfall, you watched the number on the scale carefully as you neared the desired number. Though just before you hit it, Walter’s head suddenly poked in through the doorway leading behind the counter and interrupted you and Howard’s all-too-important discussion on what the day’s music choice should be. 

“Hey, Y/n? There’s someone here to see you.”

Laying down the scoop still holding a bit of flour, you dragged your palms down the brown apron tied around your frame and exited the kitchen. A bright smile spread across your face and crinkled up your gaze as you spotted who was standing on the other side of the counter. 

“Matt, hey–, oh my god,” you then suddenly noticed the bruising that blossomed out from under his tinted glasses and stretched up over the patched-up scrape that split his left brow, “what happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just wasn’t paying attention last night, tripped and fell, that’s all,” he waved a hand, “I just wanted to stop by on my way to work, get a round of coffees to-go for everyone and perhaps some breakfast for myself, just whatever you think I’d like.”

“You’ll let me pick?” your eyebrows rose slightly. 

But Matt simply smiled and said, “I trust your judgment,” his grip shifted gently on the cane standing tall before his chest. 

As you moved to make the coffees, “alright,” you drew out a pondering breath, “are you in the mood for something sweet or savoury?”

Thinking about it a second, he uttered, “savoury.”

“Do you like sandwiches?” you popped the lids on the to-go cups. When he nodded, you placed the coffees in a little cardboard tray, “okay, I think you’ll like this one,” grabbed a brown paper bag and moved further down the counter, “it’s made with focaccia and has pesto in it as well as some tomatoes and cheese and stuff.” 

“That sounds amazing.”

“I also–, you know what? I’ll be right back,” you then abruptly turned and momentarily disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a few of the pillowy buns still on the cooling rack into a bag. As you returned, you also snuck a hand into the display case and stuffed a few other goodies into the sack, “just for the others, if they want,” you placed the bundle onto the counter beside the coffees, “I just pulled them out of the oven a bit ago and they’re still warm.”

“What is it?” Matt tilted his chin. 

“Uh, some raisin buns, but I also threw two croissants in there in case they didn’t like raisins...” 

A soft smile warmed his bruised features as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, “what do I owe you?”

“Oh no,” your hands waved lightly before you, “it’s on the house.”

“Y/n, come on,” he cocked his head. 

“Fine,” you light-heartedly sighed, “if you really wanna sing for your supper, then I’ll cash it in at a later date. I don’t know, maybe if I get arrested someday or something you could help me out.”

“You don’t have to bribe me with free baked goods for that.”

“No, but it sure doesn’t hurt, does it?” you chuckled. 

“No,” he joined in as he reached for the bags, “I guess it doesn’t.”

“You want some help carrying it?” you asked, hope seeping through your tone, “I could take my break and walk with you the rest of the way.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, we just got through the morning rush, they’ll be fine without me for–, I don’t know, 15 minutes or however long it’ll take to walk to your office and back.”

“Alright, thanks,” he smiled, one paper bag hooked in the fingers that also clutched the cane.  

“I’m just gonna go grab my jacket, one second,” you said before ducking into the back to do so, letting your uncles know as you slipped out of your comfortable work clogs and into your sneakers. 

You ended up dividing the load, with you carrying the coffees and the last bag in one arm, though a few protests left you at first, begging him to let you carry all of it, they melted away as his free hand enveloped yours. 

When you reached his office, your arms wrapped around his frame as you hugged him long enough for your heartbeats to sync up, and just as you pulled away, his wide palms still warm on your back, you leaned in and planted a brief peck on his scruffy cheek. 

One of his hands swept up to meet the side of your face as your lips retracted. You pulled back so slowly that you weren’t sure you were moving at all, being drawn in by his warmth like a moth to a flame. 

His nose gently grazed against yours as he let himself linger, but just as your eyes fluttered shut in expectance that he’d kiss you, his warmth withdrew and he slowly breathed, “have a good day.” 

In a matter of seconds, you had gone from giggling, glancing down at some silly joke on your phone as you walked home, to panic instantly kicking in as a passerby’s voice pierced your soul and made your blood run cold.

Glancing around, you saw a stranger standing off to the side and yapping into his phone. It wasn’t him, it wasn’t Michael, but it sounded exactly like him, so much so that the tone sent your body right back to that very night as if no time had passed at all.

Willing your body to move, forcing it to conquer the short rest of the way home, once your front door shut behind you and your quiet apartment consumed you, painful sobs began to burst out of your trembling frame. Hyperventilating, you crashed into the nearby wall of the entryway directly across from the door, incapable of getting deeper into your home. 

Soon, a quiet and surprising knock found your door. 

“Y/n?” the worried tone of your neighbour sounded from the other side. 

Your shaky voice came out no louder than a whisper, “M-Matt?” 

There might not have been any other instances you could recall where accidentally forgetting to lock your door turned out for the better, because when Matt then tried the handle, it gently complied. 

Shutting it behind him, he rushed to you, “hey, hey,” he uttered softly, a hand soothingly finding your arm, “what’s going on?”

Attempting an answer, “I–, I–,” only incoherent sobs managed to seep from you. 

“Okay, alright,” he sucked in a controlled breath, one of his hands sliding up to the strap of your backpack, “how about we start by getting all the way inside, huh?” gently gliding it off you and resting the bag on the floor. 

You let yourself lean into him fully as he supported you on the short journey towards the couch. Wobbly taking a seat, his touch left you as he settled beside you.

Spine curving, you buried your puffy face in your trembling hands, letting the whole world drift away as small lakes were birthed within your palms from your pain. 

When the sobs eventually began to subsite, growing further and farther apart, your frame slowly unfurled. Instinctively flicking your hands before your form, you tried to physically shake even a fraction of the excruciating sensation off of you, but without success. 

Matt hadn’t moved an inch, simply stayed there right beside you. 

When your quiet voice eventually filled space, it came out broken and overflowing with emotion, “I thought it was him… it wasn’t, b-but it sounded exactly like him… I’ve done double takes every time I saw a stranger with the same haircut or felt nauseous every time I encountered the same name, but this really did sound like him. Same voice, same accent, same everything… but it wasn’t him… it wasn’t… it just sent me right back, you know?”

Hesitantly, you grasped his hand in yours, expecting the contact to only make it worse, to somehow taint and ruin his wonderful and soothing touch, but it didn’t, he didn’t. It was Matt. 

Trying to regain control of your breathing, you shakily sucked in deep breaths, feeling your gulps of air slowly become calmer and migrate from the very top of your chest, down to expand your sore stomach. Eyes only half open and utterly exhausted, you noticed that your head was now leaning against Matt’s shoulder. 

Glancing hazily down at yourself, you muttered, “fuck… I still have my shoes and jacket on…”

Reaching down, he offered, “here,” before sliding your coat off, resting it on the back of the couch, and leaning down to pull your shoes off. 

Curling your legs up onto the couch, the shift in your position offered you more relief than you’d expected. As you attempted to get as comfortable as you possibly could in the state you were in, you snatched up Matt’s hand once more. 

Offering your palm a soothing squeeze, he asked quietly, “what do you need, huh? What can I do?”

“I–…” you thought, your brain just as drained as your body was, “I don’t know… maybe–… maybe just be here a bit?”

Exhaling lowly, he flashed you a faint smile, “of course.”

Glancing down at his fingers, sweeping across your own, you said, “hey, Matt? Could you maybe–, uh… could you give me a hug?”

Not hesitating, his strong arms engulfed your quivering frame and a fresh wave of sobs swiftly bubbled out of you as he held you tight, though your cries didn’t push him away, he stayed steadfast, embracing you close till the eruption ultimately simmered down, leaving you nearly asleep against his tear-stained shoulder. 

As he gently lowered you down to lay on the couch, you tightened your grip on his shirt as he began to pull back, ushering him to sink down as well, allowing you to curl into his safe embrace and let slumber drift you away. 

When you finally stirred, the sun was nowhere to be seen. 

“Hey,” you blinked up at Matt still in the exact same spot as before. 

“Hey,” you replied groggily, “what time is it?” swiftly fishing your phone out of your pant pocket before Matt could conjure an answer, “oh, fuck… it’s nearly midnight… did you sleep as well?”

“Not really,” he shrugged, “maybe for a little bit, but no.”

“Oh…” you breathed, averting your gaze. 

“How are you feeling?” his thumb swiped your waist where his broad palm was planted. 

“…I don’t know…” you exhaled, “…exhausted… sad… angry… really fucking angry… so angry that it kinda scares me…” 

After a beat of silence, with only your woeful breaths filling the space, Matt then uttered, “I think I know something that might help a bit.”

Your gaze drifted from the faded paint on the walls to the worn punching bags as you and Matt sat on the edge of the central ring and his fingers worked at wrapping up your hands. 

“Do you come here a lot?” you asked, your vision gliding back to him. 

“From time to time,” he tilted his head slightly, “reminds me of my dad,” tucking the last end of the strip under the weave, securing it into place, he closed your hand into a fist and exhaled, “alright, you’re ready,” he adjusted your grip, briefly offering your wrist a squeeze as he said, “just remember to keep your wrist strong and your thumb right here,” he slid your finger down below your knuckles. 

You hadn’t gone into it with much hope, in fact, it was only out of your desperation just feel better that you even humoured the experiment. In the beginning, it did feel as silly as you’d imagined, nearly stopped completely, but at some point in the mess of it all, your punches grew more ferocious, they grew more brutal, and suddenly something inside of you snapped and unravelled. It wasn’t some magic pill, but the physical act did loosen something within you and gave away to a fresh release of sobs, though not the painful and unbearable kind you’d had to endure earlier. It was the kind that felt like relief. Even if it wasn’t permanent, in that very moment, you didn’t feel like you were drowning anymore. 

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[peetapeetapumpkineata]

LUCKY

Peeta Mellark X AFAB!reader

Summary: you're worried about him during the quarter quell

Tags: fluff, slight angst, insecure little Peeta baby😔, kissing, one or two innuendos, three uses of y/n, established relationship (your in Katniss's place, obvi)

wc: 3.134k

Notes: there is definitely not enough Peeta fics!! I'm also working on a hijacked Peeta fic based off of one of my favorite songs! (idk when I'll finish it). Enjoy! also reposting this since it flopped

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It had been three hours since Peeta hit the force field and Finnick had to resuscitate him.

You have been keeping a frantic eye on him, just in case there was another deadly object he wants to bump into (silly lil Peeta. You can’t take him anywhere fr fr). 

“y/n- I swear I'm fine. You don't have to keep watching me.” Peeta mumbles and glances at you.

“I know, I'm just scared.. Maybe you shouldn’t be so clumsy.” you tease, trying to calm some of your nerves.

“Ok, ok. I get it. I thought everyone knew I was the weak one in the alliance.” he chuckles and shakes his head.

 “What do you mean? You’re not weak, Peeta. You won the games.” you look at him and raise your eyebrow.

“Are you sure? I won the games because of you. I was just.. Lucky.” he looks back at you and shrugs.

“Lucky? Peeta, I’m the lucky one. We probably wouldn’t have made it together if you didn’t find those berries.” you sigh and scoot closer to him. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and squeezes you gently. “y/n.. Just because I found some berries, doesn’t mean I’m not weak. I’m just a baker.. You deserve someone who can take care of you.”

You gently grab his chin and turn his head to face you. “But you can. You’re the only person I feel safe with. And I like that you’re a baker. It makes you more adorable.” you giggle softly and stare into his eyes. 

“You’re just saying that.” he blushes faintly and rolls his eyes playfully.

“No, I'm not.” you brush away a piece of his hair and shake your head.

He smiles at you and wraps his other arm around you.

You rest your head in his lap and lean against him, smiling back up at him as he strokes your hair. 

“So it's true. I guess the ‘star-crossed lovers’ are actually real.” Finnick snorts, nudging Johanna next to him.

“Isn't it obvious? I thought it was hilariously clear when she started whaling on him and shouting at all of us after his heart stopped.” Johanna laughs, nudging him back.

“I thought she was gonna start punching me after i gave him mouth to mouth.” He laughs with her, glancing at the two of you.

“‘Peeta! Peeta! Omg Peeeetaa!!’” Johanna mimics you, laughing even harder with Finnick.

You glare at them and sit up from his lap. “Do you two ever shut up?”

“Oh please, we all know how you got that ‘baby’ inside you.” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You roll your eyes and scoff. “You two make me sick.”

“Whatever, lover girl.” they laugh again and walk back over to the rest of the group

You sigh and lean back against him “I can’t stand them sometimes.” 

“Me either.. I just wish they would give us some time to ourselves.” he mumbles and kisses you on the forehead. 

“‘Wanna go for a walk? For a break?” you smile and raise your eyebrow

“Yeah, why not?” he smile back at you and stands up

“Hey ‘love birds’! Come back with another bun in the oven so we can get some sponsors, eh?” Finnick shouts and laughs harder. 

“Don't make me shoot you!” you shout back and grab his hand as you head deeper into the jungle.

You lean against a tree next to him and rest your head on his shoulder. “I miss home so much. I would do anything to have your cinnamon buns one last time before my stupid inevitable death.”

“Cmon y/n, you’re not gonna die. I’ll make sure of it.” he strokes the side of your head with his thumb. “Once we get home together, I’m gonna make you your own batch.” he chuckles and pecks the top of your head softly.

“Peeta, you know it's practically impossible to get out of this together, right?” you glance up at his face and smile sadly.

“I know, but I'm willing to risk those odds. I’m sure I'm lucky enough” he smiles back at you and moves his hand from your hair to your cheek.

You grin and pull him into a soft kiss. Not a forced one, for the cameras or for the capitol. A real kiss. 

“you don't have to kiss me if you don't want to.” he says after you pull away.

“I know.” you nod and kiss him again.

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[lighthouse-system]

Can’t fault him for trying.

The cake originally said “Guess who’s got a bun in the oven?”

#my art #2d gorillaz #murdoc gorillaz #gorillaz #image captioned in the alt #autistic 2d

[fan-fantasies]

Bikini Bump

A/N: two posts in one day?? Who am I?? But thank you so much to @corrodingmycoffin for allowing me the honor of writing a full length piece for this post! I love this idea so much! I hope I did it justice 😊

Please comment and reblog!

Pairing: Eddie x pregnant!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

Italics are flashbacks

“Guys, no running by the edge! It’s too slippery!” You called out to Dustin and Lucas. You decided it would be nice for everyone to have a pool day to cool off in the summer heat. Eddie begrudgingly agreed to tag along, but you knew deep down he loved spending time with his chosen family.

He set down the cooler that he insisted on carrying instead of you and peeled off his shirt. He sat down under an umbrella and decided to take a nap. He was just about to doze off when he saw you taking off your coverup, revealing a new swimsuit he had yet to see.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head (sorry vecna) when he noticed how the bikini bottoms hugged your ass perfectly. The skimpy top left little to the imagination but what was really catching his attention was your growing baby bump that you placed a hand on fondly.

You had just entered your third trimester and had really begun to “pop”. Everyone liked to joke that Eddie knocked you up the first chance he got, but what no one knew was that it was your idea to have a baby.

You loved Eddie with every fiber of your being and you knew he didn’t have a traditional family upbringing.

You were nervous to bring the idea up to him, but as soon as the words left your mouth he literally swept you off your feet and carried you to the bed, insisting on starting right away.

“I’m not even ovulating until next week!” You said through a fit of giggles. He pressed a million kisses to your face and down your body.

“Well I guess we’ll just have to practice until then,” he smirked from between your legs. It was a passion filled night, and every night after.

That was your third favorite memory. Your second favorite was when you had your first ultrasound. Eddie likes to deny it but he definitely cried a little.

Your favorite memory, however, was the day you told him you were pregnant. It was after a few months of trying and disappointment that came along with the negative tests. You didn’t get your hopes up, you couldn’t be let down again.

You sighed before looking at the test before tossing it in the trash bin. Only a second went by before you were grabbing it back out and holding it to your face.

Two pink lines.

You chugged a glass of iced tea and went to the bathroom to take another test- just to be sure.

Two more pink lines.

You screamed in excitement and looked around the room frantically. How would you tell Eddie? It had to be something good. You grabbed your keys and headed off into town to grab some supplies.

When Eddie came home you had the oven on but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Sweetheart?” He called out. You practically ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him. “Miss me?”

“So much,” you beamed.

“Whatcha got cookin?” He asked.

“Oh, I just have a bun in the oven,” you said nonchalantly.

“Just a singular bun?”

“Well it could be two, even three. I’m hoping for just one though,” you answered.

“Uh, okay?” He laughed awkwardly. “New flowers?”

“Baby’s breath, you like?”

“They’re pretty. New dress too, huh? Someone must’ve had fun in town today,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, I wanted to try something new, welcome some change,” you said slowly. “It’s baby blue.”

“You can rock any color, sweetheart.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple and you wanted to scream. Did you have to hit this man over the head to get him to take a hint?

He went into the bathroom and you were certain he’d figure it out. You waited and waited and nothing. He opened the door and saw you standing there.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Seriously?!” He was shocked by your outburst but noticed your hand was pointing to the sink counter. He looked down and had to do a double take.

“You’re pregnant?” He whispered. He looked at the two positive tests and touched them softly, not willing to believe it. “I’m gonna be a dad?”

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you said, holding back your tears. He pulled you into a bone crushing hug and you both cried.

“There’s not really buns in the oven are there?” He sniffled. You couldn’t help but laugh at the poor man.

“Took you long enough,” you laughed.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispered. And that’s the happiest you had ever felt.

Eddie watched as you poured lemonade for your friends, taking a glass for yourself. He watched as the condensation dripped from the glass onto your chest and between the valley of your breasts.

Eddie felt his cock twitch in his swim trunks; he couldn’t help himself. He had always thought of you as the most beautiful woman in the world, but seeing your stomach swell with his child only made his attraction to you stronger. He took comfort in knowing you were his and the whole world could see it.

He got up from his chair and stalked toward you without you even taking notice. You jumped when you felt his hands wrap around your waste, cradling your stomach.

“Leaving little to the imagination, huh, princess?” He asked, growling in your ear.

“Thought you might like it,” you laughed.

“I hate it actually, wanna tear it right off.”

“I guess you have something to look forward to when we get home then,” you said with a smirk. His arms dropped but he gripped your hand and pulled you after him.

“I can’t wait that long.”

“Eddie, wait! What about the kids?”

“They’ll be fine. I’m more worried about burying my cock in you at the moment,” he grunted. He slammed the locker room door shut behind you, twisting the lock once he made sure you were alone.

He had you pressed against the lockers, his hands roaming your body. He moaned at how much skin he already had access to. He dropped his knees in front of you and pulled the strings to your bottoms, letting them fall to the floor. He put one leg over his shoulder and pressed warm kisses up your thigh.

“Eddie, please,” you whined.

“Shh, I know, baby,” he said, looking up at you past your pregnant belly. It had gotten to the point where he had to lean back just to look you in the eyes.

He attacked your pussy without warning, his tongue circling your clit and teasing your entrance. You wriggled against him but his hands held your legs in place. One of the things he loved most about you being pregnant was that you were more sensitive and he could have you coming undone in a matter of minutes.

You threaded your fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. You were grinding on his face which made him moan. His tongue worked faster, bringing you closer to the edge. You threw your head back against the lockers as you came, moaning his name as you came down from your high.

He was quick to drop your leg and kiss up your body. He brought you over to the counter and helped you hop up. He nestled himself between your legs, freeing his cock from his trunks. He ran it through your slick folds and it sent shockwaves up your body. He pushed into you slowly, relishing every second that passed by.

“Fuck, Eddie. Please, fuck me,” you cried.

“Is that what you want baby? You want me to remind you who you belong to?” He asked, quickly pulling out and thrusting back in. “Like you could forget though, with our baby growing inside you.”

He continued to pump into you at the perfect speed. He freed your breasts from their tiny top and palmed at them.

“You’re so beautiful. You’re gonna be such a great mom,” he moaned. “You like that? You like that I made you a mommy?”

“Yes, oh my god, yes!”

Your pussy clenched him tighter, causing his rhythm to falter. He rested his head in the crook of your neck as he continued to piston into you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he whispered.

Tears welled in your eyes as your second orgasm crashed over you. Eddie continued to fuck you through it, waiting until you were satisfied to finish. A few more pumps and he stilled deep inside you.

The two of you caught your breath while he slowly pulled out. He watched as his cum dripped from you, pushing it back in.

“For good measure,” he chuckled.

“I’m already pregnant, Eds,” you laughed.

“Mm, yes you are,” he said, kissing you sweetly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And I love the both of you, but Jesus Christ! The locker rooms? Really?” Steve yelled from the other side of the door. You covered your face with your hands while Eddie just grinned like a proud fool.

“Come on, you better put that sorry excuse for a bathing suit back on before they break down the door,” he said.

“Don’t worry, babe; you can still tear it off of me when we get home.” You shot him a wink before slipping your bikini back on and unlocking the door. Steve rushed into the stall past Eddie.

“Really? You couldn’t just pee in the pool like a normal person?” Eddie scoffed.

“You’re gross, dude!” Steve yelled.

Eddie just rolled his eyes and headed back out to his friends. He saw everyone sitting on the edge of the pool, popsicles in hand. He saw you sucking on a red one and his dick twitched again.

“This is gonna be a long afternoon,” he groaned.

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[tierneysodegaard]

Baby Pink - Max Verstappen x Reader

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Requested? Yes/No

Anon: Okay, I love me some angst with fluff endings so I was think about how maybe (Y/N) and Max have known each other since the karting days. She’s had a crush on him since then and everyone knows it (if he knows or doesn’t know can be up to you lol) but he doesn’t like the reader in that way (at least he thinks he doesn’t 😉😉). Max and (Y/N) hook up and she finds out she’s got a bun in the oven. Tells Max but he’s kinda like I can’t take care of a child, I have my career to think about.

Fast forward to like 3 to 4 years where she goes to one of the races since she’s close to one of the other racers. Of course to add some more spice none of the drivers know. And basitc just Max seeing his beautiful baby girl for the first time. It’s just a rough idea you can of course make it yours. I’ve had this in my head for a while and I like every one of your fics so I thought you would be perfect for this T_T - ☁️

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Angst, pregnancy, Max being a dick, fluff, slight reader x Daniel but it’s all platonic

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Your heart dropped at the results of the pregnancy test you’d just taken. 

Positive.

And there was only one man who was the dad and that man was Max Verstappen. 

You and Max had been friend since he’d started karting, the pair of you grew up with one another and so did your feelings towards him. Max always had a cocky demeaner about him and that was something you loved. He wouldn’t let anyone boss him around well, other than you of course. You never missed a race, although you never knew if he felt the same way about you but you didn’t care, he would always be special to you no matter what.

The pregnancy test was staring daggers into your heart, scared of what was ahead of you and Max. It was a stupid mistake really, the pair of you went out to celebrate one of his wins and you both got rather drunk. You went to bed together and well, drunk people evidently forget protection. That morning you didn’t think much of it, you couldn’t remember most of the night which also meant you couldn’t remember if you used protection. You’d risked it before, stupidly but that was a long time ago and luckily for you nothing came of it but the one time you slept with Max Verstappen, a baby was on the way. 

You’d quickly sent Max a text asking if he could come round quickly as you needed to speak to him. Max replied fast and told you he’d be on his way as soon as, evidently sensing that something was wrong. Now everything started to hit you. Leaning on your kitchen counter your eyes never left the test. 

It was only a drunk hook up and now look at it. 

You and Max were so young, both of you being twenty and Max had just properly settled down in Formula 1. You had finally gotten yourself a decent job which paid well, with the pair of you working together, this could work right?

“Sorry the traffic was shit!” Max had let himself in your apartment as he called out to you only to find you standing in the kitchen. “You okay?” He offered a light smile but that faded when he saw your face. 

You didn’t utter a word, only holding out the test so he could take it into his hands. Max studied it like it was some rare object, almost like he’d never even seen one before. The silence between the two of you grew, both of you waiting for the other one to say something. 

“It’s yours…” Your weak voice followed through with your words. “If you couldn’t guess…”

“Is this a joke?” He slowly raised his head to meet your eyes. 

“Max why would I joke about something like this?” 

“Because I don’t want a kid -”

“Well neither do I but I can’t just make one on my own!” Your eyes fell from his as you spoke. “These things happen and I want to keep it -”

“I can’t raise a child!” Max threw the test back onto the counter. “I just can’t, my career won’t allow me -”

“Oh come on Max there are plenty of drivers that have children!”

“Yeah and they have wives! Not to mention they’re so much older than you and I.”

“And? That doesn’t mean we can’t raise one.”

“No.” He held his hands up in surrender. “I’m not raising a child with you!”

“So you’re just going to ignore our child?”

“I have a career y/n!” 

“And you think I don’t?” You stepped forward. “What you think just because I don’t drive some fancy car around a track that means my career is any less valuable than yours?”

“That’s not why I meant and you know it!” Max raised his voice. “I have worked so hard for this, I have given up so much and I am not going to let it all go to shit to raise a baby with a woman that I don’t even love!”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. You loved him. You wanted him until the rest of your days but Max didn’t feel the same. 

Your eyes pricked with tears. “You know what Max? I loved you, I really did. I gave up a lot for you too and I wouldn’t change it for the world but you know what? You don’t deserve the love of your own child. I’ll raise them and then when they’re old enough I’ll tell them the truth about their selfish father. They can make the decision if they want to contact you or not, for now, get the fuck out of my apartment.”

Max wasn’t sure why your words hurt him, especially after he just admitted he didn’t want you or yours and his baby around. But that one line stuck with him not only in that moment but for the next four years. He nodded at your words, leaving you alone to break down over what had just happened. 

Your baby girl was born in May, you’d named her Leia as she happened to be born on the fourth. She was your entire world although she had the eyes and attitude of her father. No one on the grid knew she was Max’s well… all except Daniel. 

You’d gotten close to Daniel when you used to visit Max and when Daniel pressured Max to tell him why you no longer turned up to races Daniel was furious. He went to visit you straight away, making sure both you and the baby were all okay. He even held her when she was a few weeks old, Daniel soon was known as Uncle Daniel to your little girl although he might as well have been her dad considering he’d done more for her than Max had ever done. 

When the time was right you’d tell her everything, tell her about what had happened and when she was old enough you’d let her contact him, see if he wanted to actually talk to you and his daughter after running off and continuing his career as if nothing had happened. 

Right now you had Christmas music blasting from your speakers as you held Leia in your arms, helping her decorate the tree in your front room. She was giggling as you sang along to last Christmas, swaying side to side with smiles on your faces. Max might have walked out on the two of you but part of you was glad he did otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to have all these memories with your little girl but the other part of you always knew you wanted him here.

You hadn’t heard anything from him for four years. Not a word. You checked up on his racing, he’d gotten his wish when he left you and Leia. He had one more race until the end of the season and if he won it he would be a World Champion. Unluckily for you Leia loved watching the cars go around the track, little did she know that it was her dad she was watching. 

A knock at the door broke yours and Leia’s attention. With her still in your arms you opened the door to be greeted with a happy Daniel. “Uncle Danny!” Leia yelled, holing her arms out for Daniel. Setting the bags of presents down Daniel took her in his arms. 

“Hello angel.” He kissed her cheek before flashing you a smile. “There’s presents there, I’ll get them -” He tried to move down with Leia in his arms but you beat him too it. 

“Don’t worry I’ve got it, how’ve you been?”

“Good.” He smiled, keeping his gaze on you. “y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“There’s an envelope in there for you, please open it now.” He turned back to Leia. “Are you gonna show me this tree you’ve decorated?”

“Yeah!” She squealed with excitement, clapping her hands as Daniel walked over to your Christmas tree. You pulled the bag he’d brought with him onto the kitchen counter, opening it to see an envelope with your name on it. You didn’t think twice about ripping opening the envelope, pulling the letter out to read. 

y/n

Merry Christmas, I think Leia will love it.

Daniel.

Inside the envelope contained two paddock passes for the race in Abu Dhabi. Your eyes welled up with tears, Daniel noticed and sent Leia off to get some of her toys before pulling you into his chest, allowing the tears to fall into his shirt.

“Why?” You sobbed. “Daniel he’ll be there.”

“You’ll be with me and Lando all the time, you won’t have to see him.”

“Why?” You stepped back looking up at Daniel. “Why now? After four years -”

“He’s been talking about you more than he usually does. He’s always asked about you. I never told him much, or even about Leia, only her name.” He took a deep breath. “I think it would do you good and you don’t have to speak to Max but maybe he’ll change if he sees you. He’s been so stressed about everything -”

“Daniel he’s the one who walked out on me and Leia, not the other way around. Four years he left me to raise our child. There’s only so many times that you can tell her that her dad isn’t around because he’s busy working in another country.” 

Daniel took your hands into his. “I wouldn’t do it if I thought it would hurt you even more. y/n I know he loves you -”

“He doesn’t love me Daniel, he told me that I told him I was pregnant.”

“He’s had time to think -”

“Four years Daniel, he doesn’t need four years.”

“I know and I would never make an excuse for his actions, I want you there to support me.” Daniel moved his hands to cup your cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. “Besides Leia likes it and who knows, maybe she’ll be the one to challenge the way F1 works, get her into karting and she could be rivalling her dad. Maybe even race against him and win, show him who’s the better driver.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at Daniel’s words. If Leia really liked F1 that much and wanted to start karting you would need to involve yourself in her world and her dads even more than you wanted. 

“Fine.” Reluctantly agreed. 

---

The fear of seeing Max face to face again was killing you but for Leia’s sake you kept a brave face on. She was ecstatic that the pair of you were going to watch the race, she’d been told that she was going to see Uncle Danny race, perhaps it was best to keep Max out of the equation for now. She didn’t need her love of cars crushed by the very man that was supposed to love her more than any guy she’d meet in her life. 

Leia was decked out in McLaren merchandise, plodding through the paddock like she owned the place. Daniel was holding her hand as she walked towards the garages with him. Daniel had promised her that she could sit in his car with him and that was what the three of you were heading off to do now. You saw a few familiar faces, waving and saying hello to a few of them although every single one of them gave you a rather puzzled look at the sight of you with a child, evidently Max hadn’t wanted to spread the word that he was a dad. 

Anyone who walked through the paddocks would have easily have mistaken you and Daniel for a couple, especially as he held onto her like he was her own, she might as well be at this rate. You neared the McLaren garage, you could see the Red Bull one wasn’t far away as you held your breath at every single small movement coming from the garage, silently hoping to catch a glimpse of Max. Sure he was an absolute dick to you but you wanted to at least see him in person, even if it was from afar. 

“Do you want to get in?” Daniel’s voice grabbed your attention. He was kneeling down beside Leia, smiling at her reaction to his car. 

“Yeah!” She screamed with excitement. Daniel climbed into the car, holding his arms out for her. You picked her up, placing her in the safe arms of Daniel as she sat in his lap. Daniel started to explain everything in the car, in a more simpler way a four year old could understand. 

You took out your phone, taking photos of the two of them. The pair of them in front of you were your family, you didn’t need Max. Leia had a fun uncle who wanted to take her to the races. Even Lando started to get involved, kneeling down by the car and quizzing Leia on what everything did. You were too distracted to notice two drivers walk behind you, one stopping in his tracks as his world fell apart and came back together at the sight of you and Leia. 

Max and Charles had been walking through the garages on the way back to the paddocks when Max heard a laugh he hadn’t heard in four years. You were laughing at Daniel, Lando and a little girl. 

His daughter. 

Just like that Max’s world changed forever. 

Jealousy flooded his veins at the sight of Daniel with his daughter. He had no right to be annoyed at the Australian, after all he was the one that left you and his daughter. She looked just like you but she had the eyes of her father and evidently the passions of her father. 

“You okay mate?” Charles spoke to Max, noticing that he had stopped in his tracks completely. “Max?”

“Hmm?” He tore himself away from the scene but it was too late, Charles had spotted you. 

“y/n?” You spun around at the sound of you name being called. Not even noticing that Max was beside him you fell into his arms muttering a hello to him. It was only when you pulled back you noticed him. 

Daniel tensed up at the sight before him, silently wishing he hadn’t brought you here without making sure that Max wasn’t lurking around. Charles looked ahead of you seeing that Daniel had a little girl on his lap. “I thought you had a nephew Danny?” 

Tearing your gaze away from Max who was yet to say anything you spoke before Daniel could. “She’s mine.” 

“Oh really? Congratulations!” Charles wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. “Is she?” Charles eyed you and Daniel.

“No she’s not Daniels.”

“I was gonna say, he kept pretty quiet about that one.” He smiled whereas Max stood beside him silently. 

“Daniel is just her uncle, her dad isn’t in the picture.” You gave him a small smile before looking back at your daughter.

“Oh I’m very sorry, I don’t know what kind of man would abandon their child.”

Charles’ words made Daniel’s eyes go wide, trying to hide it so he didn’t put the pieces together. “I agree Char.” You glanced at Max as you spoke. 

Winning you back was going to be hard but Max already knew that.

“How old is she?” 

“She turns four in May.” 

“Nearly four wow… that’s about the time you left…” He looked over to Max who looked unamused. “Four years…” His eyes went as wide as Daniel’s as he connected the dots. “FOUR YEARS?” 

“Yes Charles, turns four on May the fourth, her name is Leia.”

“Leia…” Max muttered but Charles heard and he had already worked it out. 

“Hello Leia.” Charles waved at the girl. “Would you like to come and see a Ferrari?” 

“Yes!” She giggled. 

“Oh but McLaren is way better.” Daniel laughed as Lando took a hold of her, allowing Daniel to get out before handing her back to him. Daniel mouthed a ‘good luck’ to you as he walked past. 

“Is mummy coming?” Leia pouted. 

“Yes sweetie I’ll be there soon, mummy’s just going to catch up with an old friend.” You kissed her cheek before thanking Daniel. Charles grabbed Max’s racing suit, pulling his ear to his mouth. 

“How could you do that to her?” 

“I didn’t -”

“Don’t give me your shitty excuse. If she takes you back you better worship the ground she walks on. If not,” Charles eyed you as you finished your conversation with Daniel. “Maybe I’ll be her step dad.” Those words made Max snap, shoving Charles back before speaking. 

“Don’t talk about her or my daughter like that -”

“Your daughter? Daniel’s been more of a father than you have!” He spat. “Just wait until everyone else finds out.” Charles barged his shoulder with Max’s before walking out with Daniel and Lando, leaving you and Max alone. 

“y/n… how’ve you been?”

Really Max? Small talk?

“As good as one can be being a single parent for four years whilst your child's father is out partying every week and earning thousands when I had to scrape every single penny I had and make it last so she had a decent life. So she could see that she didn’t need a dad to help out, only uncle Daniel.” You didn’t care if your words hurt him, he deserved it. 

“y/n I’m so sorry.”

“For what part?” 

“All of it, for four years I have regretted everything I ever said to you. Everything I had done. It was so hard seeing everyone bring their children to work knowing I couldn’t do the same.”

“But you could Max!” You raised your voice slightly. “You could but you chose not to! When she started to speak she asked me where her dad was, do you know what it’s like having to tell her that her dad is always traveling for work and that’s why he can’t be here? And do you know how fucking hard it is to see your daughter watch the races and say ‘Max won mummy!’ over and over again and she has no idea that the man she sees win on tv is her dad?”

You started to cry as you spoke. “The closest thing she has to a dad is Daniel, it’s not even his kid Max but he put in more work than you ever did. He was there for her first steps, her first fucking word was ‘Dan’ and he buys her so many presents every year -”

“I bought her presents too.”

“What? No you fucking didn’t -”

“Daniel always brings more than one gift right? That’s because I buy the rest and give them to him and ask him to say they’re from me, I do the same with you.”

“Why do all that but not come see us?”

“I was scared y/n… I fucked up…” His words made you cry even more. All those gifts you and Leia loved were all from him, all this time.   

The sight of you breaking down broke Max. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You hated that you fell into his touch as easily as you did. Melting into his arms like you used to all those years ago as you sobbed into his racing suit. 

“She needs her dad Max -”

“I’m going to be her dad.” Max spoke into your hair. “y/n I was so fucking stupid, I should have never have left you. I got scared, I thought my career would be over, I was scared at what my dad would do, I was scared I’d put the both of you in danger because of what I did… I was scared because I love you and I was too blind to see it back then.” He kissed your head, soothing your hair as your tears started to dry up. “I’m so sorry.”

“She has your eyes you know.” You pulled back to look up at him, his hands draped around your waist and yours on his chest. “And you attuite.”

“It’s just a winners mentality.” He winked, hoping to make you smile again and much to his luck, it did. 

“It’s a pain in my fucking ass.” You took in his features. He’d grown into himself a little more, looking more mature now than he used to but other than that he was still the Max you’d fallen in love with. “Not to mention how much she loves cars.”

“Oh she’s definitely my child.” He let out a light laugh as he brushed the hairs out of your face. “But she has the beauty of her mother.” 

“And her intelligence.” You smirked. “If she had yours we would well and truly be fucked.”

“You have a point.” Max’s eyes flickered down to your lips. “I really am sorry and I know everything I’ve said doesn’t make up for anything I’ve done but I want to prove to you that I can be the dad she and you need me to be and the dad I want to be.” 

“Actions speak louder than words.” You eyed him up. “You’ll win her over easily but not me.”

“I know but I love you and that alone will get me through it.”

“You really mean that?”

“Yes.” Max stepped closer, cupping your face. “I really do and I know you don’t and you probably don’t want us anymore but -”

“I never stopped loving you Max.” You cut him off. “I needed to and I wanted to but I couldn’t.”

He wanted to kiss you. It wouldn’t make everything disappear but actions speak louder than words, right? He didn’t think much about it, pulling you closer until his lips crashed with yours. Unlike that one drunk night the kiss wasn’t filled with lust or hast, this time it was full of love. It was clear the both of you had wanted this for years. You kissed him back, allowing your hand to snake through his brown locks. 

Max wanted this kiss to last a lifetime, he finally felt whole again and he knew he could keep this feeling if he grafted for you. The pair of you pulled back, looking at one another with longing gazes. “As much as I loved that you won’t win me back that easily.”

“I’ll get on my knees and beg if it meant you’d let me kiss you again, I’ll do it now -” Max started to fall to his knees. 

“Max get up you look like an idiot.”

“I’ve been an idiot for four years, this is nothing.” He looked up at you. 

“At least you’re self aware.” You cracked a smile before grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up to stand. “Do you want to meet her?”

“More than anything.”

“Come on then.” 

Max hadn’t been this excited for years. A smile brighter than the stars formed on his face as the pair of you walked towards the Ferrari garage where Leia was now trying on Charles’ helmet on which was evidently far too big on her making all three of the boys laugh. 

“Leia?” You called to her as Charles’ helped her get out of the helmet. 

“Mummy!” She ran over to you. Kneeling to the floor you took her in your arms. “Charles showed me his helmet.”

“Did he now?”

“I want one!” 

“Well maybe if you’re lucky Santa might bring you one for Christmas.” You smiled at the girl. “What one would you like? A McLaren one or a Ferrari one?” 

She thought hard about the options before speaking. “Santa can pick!” 

“Say McLaren!” Daniel called to the girl, only making her laugh. 

“Leia, do you remember when I told you that daddy was never at home because he was always working?”

“Yeah.” 

“Would you like to meet him?” 

“Yes!” She jumped on the spot, clapping her hands. Max knelt down beside you, her eyes going wide as she looked at the Red Bull driver. 

“Leia,” You turned to Max. “This is Max, your dad.” 

The small girl didn’t waste a second as she flung herself into his arms. Max held onto her tightly, tears started to fall from his eyes. “I’m so sorry daddy was working, he’s been busy -”

“It’s okay daddy.” She evidently warmed up to him faster than you did. “Mummy always said you had work.” 

“But now I’m going to be with you so much more, I promise you.” 

“Will you be home for Christmas?”

Max looked over to you for confirmation. You nodded your head, you wanted him around just as much as she did. “Yes baby I will be.” She only giggled as Max set her down. 

“You drive for Red Bull?” Her small hands traced the logo on his suit. 

“Yes I do, Uncle Daniel used to as well.” 

“When you were very small.” You added. 

“Daddy?”

“Yes my love?”

“Do you love Mummy?”

“He better.” Charles muttered earning him a light shove from Daniel. 

“Yes I do and I love you too.” She fell back into his arms, not wanting to let go of him. 

You finally had your family back together and looking around at Lando, Daniel and Charles’ it was evident that you had a bigger support system then just Daniel. Leia was one lucky girl. 

“Mummy?” Leia turned to you. 

“Yes baby?”

“I want Santa to bring me a Red Bull helmet.”

Great, another racer in the family. 

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Read Part 2 here

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[mlm-writer]

Hot Air (Ratchet x FtM!Reader)

Pairing: Ratchet (TFP ver.) x Human!Chubby!FtM!Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 847 POV: Second Summary: Ratchet helps you dry off after a shower and then makes you need another one. Note: Look who is back from South Korea! It is ya boiiiii. Anyway reader has no bottom surgery and everything else about reader’s body is completely unspecified except for reader admitting they got and I quote “a little more padding”. Tags: alienfucker and robofucker time, size difference, established relationship, no penetration (do you want to die?), frotting/humping, and fluff and smut

You felt like a bun in the oven. The warm air Ratchet was venting out from the grid on his belly was getting hotter. You grinned and rolled over, now lying on your back. "Why so hot, doctor?" You chuckled. From here you couldn't see Ratchet's face, since his chassis was in the way, but you had a pretty good guess of his expression right now. 

"Just get off there, before you burn," your boyfriend grumbled, before extending his servo to you. You sighed and reluctantly climbed onto it. 

"But I'm still wet," you whined just to annoy him. You didn't know how this habit formed itself, but after every shower, you found yourself air-drying on Ratchet’s vents. However, some days your beloved had his head too far in the gutter to keep a good temperature. You liked it though. Just like now, Ratchet was extremely gentle with sitting up and bringing his servo to the space between his chin and chassis. You crawled in, enjoying the warmth of energon that flowed through the fuel lines in his neck. The mesh there was thinner than his normal plating, a little soft too, to allow for proper movement of his helm. 

You relaxed in that space as Ratchet relaxed in a sitting position against the wall. He was a bot of few words, but between the two of you, not many were needed. You could feel the increasing workload of his vents. The vibrations travelled through your body, giving you some spicy ideas of your own. 

“Let me watch you,” you hummed, before snuggling into his neck. You kissed the mesh and looked over your shoulder to see Ratchet retracting his pelvic plates. His spike was hard right away, dripping lubricant. His servo clasped around the hard rod. The oily substance made the glide of metal along metal possible. A shuddered breath escaped Ratchet. Your hands glided down your own body. You leaned against the side of your boyfriend's neck and watched his servo move as you started to rub your own sensitive bits. You were purposefully vocal, knowing how it could rile up your bot. 

"This is unfair," Ratchet huffed after a few minutes. You giggled and hopped on his free servo, which he had lifted for you to get on. You hopped off at his crotch. Ratchet held the tip of his spike and pressed it against his mid-section plates. You flopped down on it, pressing your body belly down against it. "Frag, you're so soft," Ratchet sighed. 

You ran your hands over him, finding the leverage you needed to grind down on him. You moaned at the friction. Humans were extremely soft compared to Cybertronians, but you were not afraid to admit you had some extra padding on you. Ratchet seemed to love it, always commenting on how soft you were, how he loved your skin on him, how he liked the weight on him. 

Ratchet was muttering those exact same things as you rutted against him. It was almost funny how well you knew him and how well he knew you. The latter was evident in how he could tell you were close. Suddenly, his engine revved to life. The sudden vibrations went straight through you. It was a nasty move. He knew exactly when to pull out that move too. You let out a loud, short sound, your orgasm ripping through you. 

Ratchet kept at it until he knew you were spent, then gently peeled you off before his own overload hit. You laid down beside him on your side, watching as Ratchet gripped his spike, optics trained on you as he stroked himself to a climax. You could see the electricity snap in sparks around his frame as he reached his limit. A low grunt escaped him as he trembled through his overload. The optics piercing your eyes flickered. When those bright blues returned to normal, you saw his frame sag, every cable relaxed. You gave him a dopey smile. 

Ratchet let out that deep chuckle that you loved hearing from him after every time you did this. You started giggling too. You started scooting closer, but he held up his servo. “Not yet, aftershocks,” he stated. You hummed and relaxed on the floor, not caring how cold it was. In fact, the coolness was even pleasant against your hot, flushed flesh. 

“Now I need to shower again,” you complained like you always did. Ratchet rolled his optics at you. You could not see it, but you knew he always did this. “But I bet I am not the only one who needs…” 

“Yes, yes, I will join you,” your boyfriend cut you off. You laughed at his reaction, happy that you knew him so well that you could get the exact reaction out of him that you aimed for. Ratchet extended his servo, the electricity finally faded off his frame, so it could not hurt you anymore. You climbed on it and let him place you on his chassis, relaxing for a moment longer, before you both had to clean off. 

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[thesleepy1]

Bun(s) In The Oven

A/N: What am I doing instead of sleeping? A) Working, B) Writing. or C) Waking Lord Cthulhu from his slumber so that he may reclaim the throne. If you guessed B, then you’d be correct! Hahaha, I really do need sleep. And they call me the Sleepy One! Anon Requested. (Also, I haven’t had the time to sit down and watch season three yet, so please no spoilers.) 

Pairings: Eskel x Reader 

Summary: You were supposed to have nine months to prepare. You were counting on those nine months. You were not a procrastinator by any means, but with something as important as having a baby you were going to make good use of all the available time to prepare for the arrival of your new baby. Nine months. Not six. 

Or, “Could you write something for eskel when his significant other is in labour. I don’t know if he’d be chill and prepared or in total panic mode. Either wait I’d like to read it 😂

Word count: 930

Warnings: birth? 

At six months pregnant you were past the point of still coming up with names for your little one and were well into the process of setting up the nursery. In the beginning, there was fear that the baby would not survive. Miscarriages were common in the village you grew up in and a human pregnant with a witcher baby was unprecedented. Anyone pregnant with a witcher baby was unheard of. There was no way of knowing what to expect.

When you and Eskel had first learned of the little seed that was sprouting in you, you both laughed it off as some practical joke. It wasn’t until months later that you realized there was something going on. The bump proved that there wasn’t some prank being played on you. You were well and truly pregnant. 

First there was denial. That was to be expected. 

Then came the acceptance. 

After that it was just full blown panic. 

You were a bard for heaven’s sake. A baby was not on your bucket list. When you had first met Eskel and decided to tag along on his adventures, you did not realize that having a baby along the way was a part of it. 

But after that…? 

It was quite nice. 

Sure it was unexpected and neither you nor Eskel had planned for it, but it really wasn’t a bad thing. The pregnancy didn’t stop you from doing what you loved. You still performed and sang to your heart's content. In some taverns you even made more coin. Some were from concerned onlookers and some were from others who got off at the sight of you. Either way, money was money. 

And Eskel. Dear sweet Eskel. He grew to love you even more than before if that was possible. It was no worry of yours that Eskel didn’t truly love you. He showed it to you each and every day. But after the two of you had gotten over your panic, he became the most doting and kind and loving witcher possible. It could have been sickening if you didn’t enjoy every last moment of it. 

So yes. You were past the point of panic and name searching. With something around thirteen more weeks to go, you were still working on adding things to the nursery. Most of the essentials were there already. Now was just time to decorate and fill the room with as many toys as you possibly can.  No one was going to stop you, least of all Eskel. 

If anyone were looking for the two of you, then they could find you in the nursery happily sewing up another stuffed animal or embroidering yet another piece of  clothing. Eskel could be found doing the same. Despite his large frame, he had such a talent for needle work. 

You were working on turning shorn wool into wool when you suddenly felt a wetness burst from you followed by intense pain. Before you realized what was going on with your body Eskel leapt up from his seat. 

“I need to get a healer,” Eskel announced, his breaths coming in unevenly. “I can’t leave you here alone—someone needs to get the healer. Lambert! Geralt!” 

That was another thing. Eskel’s brothers were there every step of the way. And they were going to be there for this step too, despite its premature timing. 

“Are you sure? I—we still have weeks, don’t we?” you asked him, face grimacing in pain despite your disbelief. “We-we haven’t finished processing the food for stores or-or finished all the clothes—” You were cut off by an unbearable pain flaring from within. “Dear gods, heavens above. The little one is coming. The little one is coming!” 

“Geralt! Lambert! Vesemir!” Eskel called out to his brothers. His voice boomed in the hallways, sounds bouncing off the stone hallways and carrying towards the other witchers in the keep. Before long, they came running to your aide. 

“Healers. We need to go find a healer.” Eskel was firm. He left no room for argument. Lambert rushed out back the way he came. He was the smallest and fastest of the witchers. He would reach the town at the bottom of the mountain first and hurry back with a healer or two. Eskel had to believe that his brother would. 

“Geralt,” Eskel began.

“Anything you need,” Geralt replied. 

What happened next was beyond you. The pain was indescribable. You knew that you would not remember much of the process. At least, that was what the other mothers had told you. They said that the mind would forget so the body continued.

However, right there and then you were unbearably hurt. And you were vocal about it. 

“Great saints above! Get—” you were screaming. It stung the witcher’s ears but you didn’t have a spare thought to care. “Get them out of me!” 

“T-them?”

It was Geralt who faltered at that.

Years later you would all sit around a table topped with a hearty meal. Roasted elk, mashed sweet potatoes, and mead would be overflowing. Altina and Anna would be given cider that had not ripen into the sort that would make them dizzy and drunk. Everyone would laugh at the way that Geralt had stuttered at the prospect of two. 

Eskel would laugh the loudest. For he was the proudest of the fact. He was a father of two beautiful, healthy girls and he couldn’t be happier. 

No one will bring up the fact that Eskel had almost fainted when Anna's head was crowning and the healer was still twenty minutes away.

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[la-merlaison]

Louis XIII and his cooking adventures 🍴🥞

When it comes to our Louis XIII cult, I often refer to the king's iconic omelettes, but what about his other stuff? For example, he really loved sweets (like beignets or jams), but could he also cook them? The answer is YES, and that's not even all yet!

Louis was a curious child who's head was already filled with various interests and cooking became one of them when he was only ten years old at the time (which is quite unusual for a king). First ever case of the king cooking was recorded on february 11th of 1611, when he was preparing milk soups for the Duchess of Guise / Catherine of Cleves. So milk soup, most likely, could be Louis' very first dish made by himself!

Of course many kids have a sweet tooth and our precious omelette king was not an exception which I guess is why he started to learn how to cook mostly from recipes of sweets. Also, take a shot every time I say "sweets" or "cooking" (don't..) 🕊️

So, among 17th century royal sw- *ahem* DESSERTS we had in our menu – a jam, quince jelly, beignets (basically french donuts) and marzipans. In a well-known, among many of y'all Louis stalkers, journal of his doctor Jean Héroard I found some clear evidence of Louis XIII cooking some of these himself, so here it is feat. me periodically panicking over my own translation because my half-french friend is too busy atm and I don’t wanna bother them:

June 6th, 1611 — «He walks through the corridor from the study to the paneled gallery where he had an oven for making jams, he is amused to see how it's done.» I know it's not exactly him cooking, but I just wanted to leave it here :")

October 15th, 1612 — «Madame comes to see him; he has fun making jam with Mademoiselle de Vendôme»

January 29th, 1613 — «He often has fun making almond milk and marzipans at Madame's house.»

March 6th, 1615 — «It was very cold; he goes to the kitchen, makes omelettes, beignets, fried eggs; it was he who made them and ate a little of that he tasted.» Pretty sure the last few words could be translated better because it's always rather my terrible french or a little confusing way of Héroard's writing, so feel free to correct me.

February 3rd, 1616 — «He is preparing a small snack of dry jam for the queen, who must come to him at two o'clock. After going back to bed, he happily forms various battalions of his little silver men.»

February 5th, 1622 — «He leaves Saint-Germain, goes to Pontoise, where he enjoys making and eating beignets; while dining at Cormeille, he suddenly goes to the goblet in which he makes little cream puffs.» The original text says «petits choux au lait» and I have no idea what could that exactly be, but it seems like some sort of little éclair-like buns made of milk? Little cream puffs?? Maybe by «choux au lait» Jean meant «choux à la crème» which were invented back in 1540 in France.

I know you've been waiting for the quince jelly too, but unfortunately I couldn't find anything about the jelly :c Though, judging by what we've got here It's still quite possible Louis could cook quince jelly as well, hmm... Anyways, if you know something I don't know of the jelly mystery, hit me up!

In the future, this great love for desserts will be inherited by his son Philippe I, Duke of Orléans (brother of Louis XIV), who is also a very interesting character in history!!

In conclusion I must say that Louis not only had a sweet tooth, but also a big love for trying out different things, all this curiosity and pure excitement, even when it comes to something so simple and familiar like food, will never ever stop to fascinate me :"D

Btw speaking about Louis 'trying out different things', I of course still have a lot to share on this as well! Stay tuned and have a good day/night 💘💘💘

#I can't believe I wasted more time on the picture than the post itself #But at least now I can go make more Louis content :“”D #In my next post I will most likely cover something that is not food because he had A LOT of other talents obviously hahahaah #Honestly I could talk about him 24/7.... I just can't always be online to flood you with all this :“( #17th century #louis xiii #history of food #louis xiii le juste #king louis xiii

[madam-melon-meow]

Looking for Homestuck Ficlets? My homestuck fanauthor coalition has a few!

This past month, four members of the server wrote a fic to fulfill the prompt “Off screen scene”: write a scene that fits canon that has been alluded to or described, but has not been seen in detail. Here’s what we got:

Fuckin pain in the ass maps: how did Dave Strider acquire the maps for the Furthest Ring? 1,646 words

Shattered Glass: Vriska Serket felt the need to slap the booze out of Rose Lalonde’s hand. Why? 2,535 words

Something Happened: doomed!Rose Lalonde and the soon-to-be Davesprite share a moment in LOHAC a bit after the death of their two friends and split into the doomed timeline. 777 words

Buns Out of The Oven: John Egbert’s Dad is not an ectobaby. Therefore, he had to be born. 1,704 words

All of these fics are no longer anonymous, but our next round of the competition starts soon. We invite you, dear Homestuck, not only to read the stories from this round, but to participate in our competition’s next round! On Dec 31, 2023, the works for the prompt Extremely Rare Crossover will become visible. You can read the rules and write something yourself to submit, as long as I get a DM about your participation. But anyone can, once those works are visible, read and vote in the google form that will be embedded in the collection. You can choose best in genre, personal favorite, write a completely, and guess who wrote what. We encourage you to check it out!

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[naturesfirstgreenisgold]

Top Gun incorrect quote

Maverick : Well, aren’t you all a rag-tag group of adventurers with unclear goals and good hearts! Oh, let me guess: you’re out to save the world!

Iceman : Well, actually, that sounds like a pretty fair assessment.

Rooster : More or less, I guess...

Cyclone : That sounds awesome! Let’s do that!

Hangman : I’m new here, but I am open to the concept.

Hondo: I thought that’s what we were doing, guys, come on!

Maverick : Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Iceman : Nope, absolutely not.

Rooster : I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Cyclone : I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Hangman : I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Hondo: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

Maverick : Everytime I hear someone talking about updog, I’m torn between not wanting to fall for it and wanting to help them complete their joke.

Iceman : Okay, but what is updog?

Slider: Updog is a long sausage in a bun, often served with ketchup, mustard, onions, and/or relish.

Goose: Not, that’s a hot dog. An updog is when a new version or patch of an application is released.

Hollywood : No, that's an update. You’re thinking of the fourth largest city in Sweden.

Wolfman: Surely, that’s Uppsala, where’s updog is the giant spider in Harry Potter.

Maverick : That’s Aragog. Updog is a symbol conventionally used for an arbitrarily small number in analysis proofs.

Goose: You’re thinking of epsilon. Updog is an upward-moving air current.

Slider: No, that’s an updraft. An updog is the modern version of a henway.

Iceman : What’s a henway??

Maverick : Oh, about five pounds.

*The squad is over at Maverick 's house*

Iceman : Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?

Maverick : ... N-No...

Maverick , laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???

Iceman , motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought!

Slider: I see a-

Maverick , motioning to one device: This is a microwave.

Iceman : Oh, well I-

Maverick : Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*

Maverick , amazed: Its got a bake setting!

Goose: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!

Hollywood : Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?

Maverick : Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin!

Maverick : I am someone who owns four ovens...

Maverick , louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS...

Maverick : I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...

Wolfman, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!

Maverick :

Iceman : Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!

Maverick :

Maverick , fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

'Can I copy the homework?'

Maverick : I can help you with it!

Iceman : Yeah, sure.

Slider: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Goose: lol nope.

Hollywood : Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Wolfman: *Read 5:55pm*

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[rose-pearls]

I truly love your work so much! But I most definitely fell in love with “Maybe we should just be honest with ourselves” it was just so heartbreakingly beautiful and so well written.

I was thinking maybe a sequel to this when ice and Mav get together (finally) ? Maybe reader becomes friends with Mav and he no longer is trying to kill her with his eyes?? Ahah

Anywho, I just thought it would be cute for reader to be like a extra pieces to Icemav, you know? She could be their best friend!!! Their buddy!!

Not sure bout plot or anything, so if you do think this request could work that’s up to you!

Your so incredible, and I definitely fell in love with your writing! Hope to see more of you in the future after I’m done binge reading your others 🥱 <33

Hi!! Thank you so much for your message!! I loved the idea and immediately got inspired, hopefully you like it! Once again thank you for your sweet comment it makes me so happy that you like my stories!

Part 1 - Maybe we should just be honest with ourselves

The house was full of laughter as you step into it and Slider immediately brings you into a hug when he sees you. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!”, he says with a teasing tone, but he is looking at you with watchful eyes, making sure that you were alright.

“It’s good to see you too Sli, thought it was time to come back and see if you guys didn’t miss me too much.”, you tease the RIO, and he rolls his eyes dramatically.

“I had a calendar counting the days until I would be able to see you again.”, the two of you laugh at his antics while Hollywood and Wolf arrive to say hello.

“What are you all doing there?”, you can hear Ice say before he sees you and he seems to be in a trance before shaking out of it and a bright smile appears.

“Hi, hopefully I’m not imposing.”, you say quietly and Ice scoffs before bringing you into a hug.

“You never impose, I’m glad to see you.”, he whispers, and you hug him back, it had been three months since you had seen him after that fateful night, and it felt right to see him again even just as friends. 

Ice releases you from his hug and quickly takes your jacket while you take off your shoes.

“Would you like something to drink?”, he says, looking a bit nervous but you smiled at him reassuringly. You had felt nervous at the thought of coming back and the nervousness was still lingering but you knew he needed more reassurance.

“Don’t worry I’ll get it myself; I remember where the kitchen is.”, you say before he can try to tell you that he will get it, leaving towards the kitchen. The kitchen was still the same, the only difference was a frowning Maverick who was looking at a pack of cinnamon rolls like they were his biggest enemy.

“Need help?”, you say, and the pilot looks at you surprised but it quickly forms into a nervous smile.

“It’s alright, maybe at one point I’ll figure it out.”, he says while looking back at the package and you laugh softly.

“You need to put them for twenty minutes in the oven until golden at a low temperature.”, Maverick looks at you with wide eyes before a relieved smile appears. 

“Thank you, I guess you had to do a lot of those for Ice.”, he says with a grin before he seems to realize what he said, and he looks at you horrified.

“God, I’m so sorry – I-”, you take a glass from the cupboard and smile at him reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, I know you didn’t mean anything with it.”, Maverick seems relieved at your words, but the nervousness doesn’t leave him.

“Are you alright? You seem nervous and I’m quite sure a pack of cinnamon buns doesn’t make anyone that nervous.”, you say softly, Maverick was someone you didn’t know verry well, so you wanted to be careful with your words.

“I am, well not nervous about those buns but something else.”, he is still looking at the wrapped cinnamon buns, not meeting your eyes and you start to understand what this is about.

“I don’t mean to overstep – so stop me if I am, but does this has to do with Ice?”, Maverick’s head whips so fast towards you that you are afraid he has hurt his neck. He is looking at you with wide eyes, an array of emotions in them.

“What do you mean?”, you sigh and sit down, looking at the other chair and then towards Maverick again, the pilot seems to understand what you mean as he sits down and looks at you slightly fearful.

“I see the way you look at him Maverick.”, the pilot groans softly and takes his head in his hands.

“I’m not really discrete, huh?”, he says, his head still in his hands and you feel sorry for the man.

“Don’t worry, Ice is much worse.”, that seems to wake him up from his pity party as he looks at you surprised.

“W-what?”, you chuckle softly at his expression, but he seems genuinely surprised.

“Listen, I’m probably not supposed to say it but maybe it will get the two off you finally together, so I am going to say this. Ice and I broke up because he wasn’t in love with me, he is in love with”, you don’t even have the time to finish your sentence that the pack of cinnamon buns fall on the table.

“Me.”, he whispers under his breath, and you nod slowly. The pilot seems to be going through a whole rundown of emotions before looking determined.

“What should I do?”, you look at him surprised, not understanding what he means.

“How should I ask him out? I mean Ice deserves the absolute best, so I need to find the best way to do this.”, Maverick continues to ramble, and you can’t help the smile that appears, he is as in love with Ice as Ice is with him.

“I might have an idea.”, you say with a mischievous smile and Maverick looks at you with wide exited eyes.

“There is a song that Ice loves, maybe you should serenade him.”, as you tell him the name of the song, the pilot looks like a child on Christmas day and the two of you start to plan.

Hollywood comes into the kitchen to find the two of you so that you could all start the night, and you leave the kitchen sharing a knowing smile.

The rest of the night is uneventful until you innocently ask if you should all do a karaoke, Ice looks at you with a frown but smiles as Maverick says he will go first. The look of surprise and horror as the first notes of ‘Lay all your love on me’ start playing is the best thing you have seen in a while. Maverick starts singing and goes towards Ice singing the lyrics to him while Hollywood and Wolf whistle and Slider managed to find a camera and is filming the whole thing trying not to laugh too hard.

The song finishes with a breathless Maverick and a beet red Ice, there is a silence for a few seconds where everyone waits for a reaction. They get one as Ice brings Maverick into a bruising kiss and everyone start cheering at the two men. You can’t help but smile widely at the sight of them, it had hurt at the beginning, but you knew these two were meant to be together.

--

A few years later you can’t help but smile as you arrive at Maverick and Ice’s home, still decorated for the holydays. Slider parks the car, and you smile as he immediately goes to take your daughter out of her car seat. You try to take her diaper bag, but Slider stops you and you roll your eyes at his antics.

“You know that I can carry a bag, right?”, the man rolls his eyes and smiles lovingly.

“Can’t be too sure.”, he takes the bag and leaves with your daughter who is beaming at the sight of the familiar home. 

Maverick opens the door and immediately start smothering the girl with kisses making you laugh as Ice looks at him impatient.

“Are you done Maverick?”, the pilot glares at his boyfriend but passes your daughter to her godfather. Ice immediately starts talking to her and you can’t help but smile at the sight.

“Come inside, you must be freezing, plus it is probably not good for you to stand for so long.”, a rambling Maverick says as you arrive at the front door, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Hello to you too Maverick.”, you say teasingly, and the man looks at you flustered before bringing you into a hug.

“Sorry, how are you doing? Not in too much pain?”, he looks worried, and Ice also brings you into a hug.

“Everything is alright, he just moves a lot. Definitely your son.”, you say teasingly and Maverick smiles widely, looking tenderly at your round stomach. 

The two had been wanting to be parents after Slider and you had Sophie, but adoption was a mess as they were two men. Slider and you had talked one night, and you had offered them to be their surrogate mother. The two had been hesitant not wanting to force you into anything but you assured them it was something you wanted to do for them. 

The surrogacy worked and you were now in your final week, the two of them were prepared but you could feel the nervousness coming from them. Even if they were nervous, you knew they were going to be the best parents to the little boy that was coming next week.

#icemav #iceman x maverick #ice x mav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #slider x reader #ron kerner #iceman x reader #top gun imagine #top gun fanfiction #top gun x reader

[onebigfangirlworld]

Whos got a bun in the oven

Summary: Iceman and Maverick come home to find a pregnancy test on the counter and think that you are pregnant but could someone else be pregnant?

Relationship: Carole Bradshaw x Nick “Goose” Bradshaw, Iceman x Maverick x afab!Reader

Warnings: Mention of pregnancy

Word Count: 2147

A/N: I tried to keep the pronouns in this as gender neutral as possible since not everyone who has the capacity to carry a child does identify as female or use she/her pronouns

Link to Masterlist

“I’m pregnant.” Carole drops that bomb of information on you. You drop the spatula that you had been holding. You stare at your friend in shock, before you smile and move to hug one of your closest friends.

“That’s great, Carole! I know you Nick have been trying for like forever,” you exclaim. “I’m so happy for you. What’s with that face?” Your friend, who was always so confident, looked nervous and apprehensive. There was even a small hint of fear in her eyes.

“I actually don’t know if I’m pregnant.” she tells you, her eyes locking on yours.

“What do you mean? You’ve peed on a stick right? And you’ve been to the doctors to confirm it? Right, Carole?” She hesitantly shakes her head no. “Okay, come with me.”

You turn off the oven, and the stove and grab Carole’s hand, pulling her up the stairs to the bedroom that you, Tom and Pete share. The cats, Enterprise and Chicken, were startled awake by the two of you running up the house and they followed the two of you to the bedroom. 

Rushing into the attached bathroom, you squat down and start digging through the cabinets under the sink. 

“I have some under here, I know, yes hello chicken. I see you but I can’t pet you right now, go hang with Carole.” Chicken, the cat, had plopped herself right in front of you trying to get you to pet her. If you had to guess, Enterprise would be curled up on the massive bed, enjoying having it all to himself. You gently pushed her out of the way and continued digging through all the junk that had accumulated in the cabinet. 

“Aha! Found it!” You turn to hand Carole the test and see that Chicken had in fact gone to bother carole, and was now being held by said woman. Wordlessly you hand the test to her and take Chicken into your arms. You plop onto the bed, and Enterprise moves to sit next to you. You mindlessly pet him, and wait for Carole. 

She soon opens the bathroom door, and you walk back in, the cats trail behind you. Carole has taken a seat on the floor, and you follow suit, sitting next to her, shoulder to shoulder. Chicken and Enterprise plant themselves in the windowsill, basking in the afternoon sunlight that filters in. The test sits on the sink.

“I hope you get the results you want Carole”, you tell her, breaking the silence.

“I really want a baby. Nick and I have been trying for so long.”

“Then let's hope it's positive.” You grab her hand and hold it. She rests her head on your shoulder and lets out a deep sigh. 

“Have you, Pete and Tom talked about kids?” she asks.

“Here and there. I mean, we’ve all been together for 3 years. Those two have been together for even longer. We’ve all agreed that we do want kids but not right now. For now though, we're just happy with the cats. We’ve been talking about getting a third one, y’know?”

“What do you need a third one for? Aren’t the two you have enough?” she asks with a chuckle.

“Well yeah but Tom is Enterprise’s favorite human and I’m chicken’s favorite human, so Pete is left out. He needs a cat that is going to let him be their favorite human,” you tell her, also laughing. “Now that I say that outloud it is kind of funny.”

“You think?” Carole says and lets out a screeching laugh. Soon the two of you are laughing so hard that tears are streaming out of your eyes. Everytime you think that you're done laughing, the two of you look at each other and start laughing even more. 

“Me and Nick are talking about having human kids-”

“And Pete, Tom and I are talking about getting another cat. Who would’ve thought?” The two of you just could not stop laughing.

Carole’s phone lets out a ring and the two of you stop laughing and look at each other. Time to see what the results were.

“Will you look for me?” Carole shyly asks.

“Of course.” 

Keeping a hold of Carole’s hand, you stand up and grab the test off the sink. Taking a deep breath, you turn the test over and read the results. Positive.

“Well,” Carole’s grip on your hand tightens, “Hope your ready for a new person to join your family cause you are pregnant.”

Carole stands up and rips the test from your hand. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” She keeps repeating that phrase over and over.

“Hey, hey, hey,” you try to get her attention, “look at me, Carole. This is what you wanted right?”

“Yes but it’s real now. This is really happening.” Carole looks at you, tears in her eyes. You pull her into a comforting hug.

“Everything is going to be okay, okay. You have me and I know Nick is going to be so excited. He’s gonna be the best father there is.”

“He is isnt he?”

“Yes he is,” you pull back to look at her face. “Now c’mon you need to call the doctor and get an appointment set up just to make sure everything is going fine, and I am going to start searching for baby clothes and we can also talk about a nursery. I’m going to get them so many clothes and stuffed animals.” The two of you start to make your way down the stairs.

“Now hold on just a minute. We just found out I’m pregnant. Goose doesn't even know,” Carole laughed as you pulled her out to your car.

“Who cares?! I want to be the favorite aunt out of all of them!”

“You’re the only one!” Carole is laughing so hard there are tears streaming down her face. OYu are also dying of laughter.

“Who cares! I’m going to be the favorite out of everyone!” and with that you pull out of the driveway and towards the store.

A few hours passed and you and Carole were still at the store, when Pete and Tom came home. It had been a long day, nad they both were exhausted. Enterprise greeted them at the door, and Chicken lounged on the couch, not even bothering to greet two of her owners. Pete asked Chicken where you were but the cat just looked at him then went back to sleeping. 

“Pete!” Tom yelled from their shared bedroom. Pete raced up the stairs to one of his loves.

“What’s wrong?” Pete frantically looked around the bedroom and raced into the bathroom, where he found Tom holding onto something.

“Is everything okay? Whats wrong?” Pete kept asking since he wasn’t getting answers. He grabbed Tom’s face and made him look at him. Seeing nothing wrong, Pete kept inspecting Tom looking for any sign of something being wrong.

“They're pregnant,” Tom said.

“What? Who?” Pete had confusion written across his face.

“Y/N.” Tom turned around the thing he had been holding, so that pete could get a good look at it. It finally clicked for Pete what Tom had been holding. True to Tom’s word on the little screen on the test was one word. Positive. Pete looked at Tom. Both men’s eyes were wide and they both seemed to be going into shock. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god” Pete kept repeating the phrase, a smile blooming 

“I know.” The two men’s excitement could not be contained. The two embraced each other and jumped for joy. They shared a quick kiss.

“We need to start getting a nursery room ready, maybe we could clear out the room across from us-”

“Mav”

“But also we could do the one down the hall. Gotta start thinking of-”

“Mav, hold on”

“Of course there’s also choosing godparents. What color do you think we should paint the-”

“Mav slow your roll for 2 minutes,” Mav stops his rambling and looks up at Ice, “they haven’t even told us that they’re pregnant.”

“But you have the positive test  in your hand. It’s literally right there in your hand.”

“But maybe they’re still trying to process it and thinking of a way to tell us. This is a huge change not only for them but us. More for them than us,” Ice explains to him.

“I hate when you're right.” 

“You love it though,” Iceman teases.

“Shut up.” Maverick chuckled and gave Iceman a quick kiss on the lips. They moved to the kitchen to clean up the mess that you had left and to wait for your return. 

Carole and you returned to the house a few hours later, your car ladened down with stuff the two of you had gotten for the baby.

“I can’t believe you bought out all the baby shoes!” Carole exclaimed.

“They were all cute and you need options. You have to have options for all occasions.” 

“He won’t be able to walk for like a year. He’s just gonna grow out of them!”

“Don’t care! Remember to film Nick’s reaction, I wanna see it and call me as soon as you’ve told him so you two can tell Pete and Tom, okay?” You watch her get into her car, having moved everything from your car to hers.

“Don’t worry I will!” You watch her leave the driveway and turn to go back into the house. Chicken greeted you at the door. You could smell whatever was cooking and it smelled delicious. 

“Hey handsomes,” you greeted Tom and Pete. Tom was cooking while Pete was sitting at the table, looking at something on his phone. At the sound of your voice, Pete bounded over to you, lifted you into his arms and spun you around. He peppered your face with kisses.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve that greeting but I love it,” you tell him.

“Just happy to see you.” Pete looked you up and down, inspecting you.

“What’s with that face?” you ask.

“I’m not making a face.”

“Yes, you are.” 

Tom chimes in, “You're making a face, Pete. What’d you do today, sweetheart?”

Deciding not to push on it anymore you turn to Tom, “Oh Carol came over for a little bit and then we went out shopping.”

“For baby clothes?” Pete excitedly asks. You turn to him, eyes wide in shock. “Pete!” 

“How did you know?” your voice shaking slightly. You glance between the two of them, your nerves starting to consume you.

“We found the positive pregnancy test in the bathroom. We wanted to wait for you to tell us but someone jumped the gun,” Tom explains. They both look so excited and happy. You felt slightly guilty that you were going to break their hearts. 

“Oh uhm, yeah it was for baby clothes but it was-” your sentence is cut off by Pete’s phone ringing. The three of you look at it. “You should answer that. It’s Goose calling you.” 

Pete looks at you in confusion then to his phone. “How did you?”

“Just answer it, Pete,” you whisper. He answers it. You can hear Goose yelling through the phone. The excitement in his voice. If you could guess, he was probably crying tears of joy. Pete smiles through it all and tells Goose how happy he is for him and that they would have to celebrate some time together.

“Carole’s pregnant,” Pete says out loud to the three of you. YOu nod your head and see Tom do the same.

“The pregnancy test you found was for her, not me. She was here and thought she was pregnant but hadn’t taken a test yet. I had some upstairs so yeah,” you explain, your voice soft. “I’m so sorry.”

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about, I jumped the gun like Tom said and didn’t wait for you to say anything,” Pete tells you. You pull him in for a hug and just hold him there. Soon you feel Tom embrace the two of you as well. You all stand there in silence, just taking in the moment.

“It’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen but for now we’ve got the cats,” you say. “Did I tell y’all I found another cat while we were out? I think it might be perfect for us.” 

“You’ll have to show us later but for now it’s dinner time,” Tom says. The three of you and the two cats all sit down for dinner, laughing and talking about the baby that Goose and Carole were about to have. You knew deep down that you were ready to have kids with them but it would happen whenever it would happen and for now you would just spoil the ever loving shit out of Carole and Goose’s kid. 

Nine months later, Bradley Bradshaw entered the world.

#top gun #tom "iceman' kazansky #pete 'maverick' mitchell #carole bradshaw #nick 'goose' bradshaw #iceman x maverick x reader #iceman x reader #maverick x reader #goose x carole

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - five | a job would be nice

Still - somehow - shockingly, bewilderingly, horribly, awfully, without internet, you spent every day that week working at the café and racking up quite the bill for all the drinks you had ordered.

“You come in here a lot now, huh?” Seonghwa asked. 

“Yeah, I’m waiting for the internet at my apartment to get fixed and it’s taking forever for some reason.”

“Didn’t you say you were a Youtuber? Isn’t that hurting your channel?”

“A little. But I warned my fans I was having internet trouble and had to take the week off to get it sorted out. No one seemed mad.”

“If they were, I’d say they weren’t your real fans.”

You laughed softly.

“Here’s your drink.” He handed you the matcha latte.

“Thank you.”

He nodded a smile as you beelined over to your ‘office’; the spot you had been sitting in the whole week. You set up your stuff and got to work.

Two or three hours later - you couldn’t tell as you rubbed your eyes - you were almost finished editing something for a youtuber who read creepypastas when a man walked into the café. He beelined to the back and put on an apron. You could barely see his nametag from where you were seated, but by how short his name looked, you guessed he was the ‘San’ you had heard about earlier in the week.

“San-a, that you?” You heard Seonghwa call from the back.

Nailed it, you smiled to yourself. You might currently be going blind from looking at your computer screen for too long, but you could still see enough to make a good guess.

San walked into the back of the café. You could hear faint voices in the back as they said hi to each other. Though, you were trying not to eavesdrop, you could just, barely hear it through your headphones.

“Can you hand me those tongs?”

“Here you go, baby.”

A few minutes later he followed Seonghwa back out to the front.

“So what, they haven’t called or anything?”

You carefully moved one of your headphones off your ear so you could listen. Was eavesdropping a bad thing? Maybe. Did you like drama? Yes. Yes you did. And this was the best kind of drama: it didn’t involve you at all.

“Not calls or texts from either of them.”

“But you had said you were thinking of firing them, so at least you don’t have to.”

Seonghwa nodded. “You know that’s my least favorite part of owning the café. If everyone could just listen and do their job properly, it would be so much easier.”

“Why work at a café if you don’t want to work at a café?”

He nodded.

“You still have me and Woo.”

Seonghwa smiled and patted San’s head. “That’s true.”

“Hey.”

A voice - much closer to you than Seonghwa’s and San’s - made you jump. 

It was Wooyoung.

You took your headphones off. “Yeah?”

“Sorry to surprise you, but you’ve been here every day this week.”

“Do you… want me to leave? The owner said he didn’t mind if I worked here.”

“Oh, no,” he laughed. “I just made some brioche buns and I wanted to know if you wanted to try a fresh one. They just came out of the oven.”

The bun was perched on a small plate. You viewed both him and the bun curiously. “I-- for free?”

He nodded. He suddenly looked really familiar and you couldn’t figure out why.

“Why are you giving it to me for free?”

“Well, you’ve been our best customer all week. Why not?”

“Because… you’re supposed to make money off of the food at the café?” You narrowed your eyes. Did he not understand the concept?

“I’ll pay for it, if it makes you feel better.”

“I mean… I’d rather pay for it.”

He frowned.

“Is it really that important to you that I take it?”

He pouted defiantly. “Yes.”

You’d never seen defiant pouting before.

“Okay, I’ll take the thing. Geez.”

He handed you the plate and smiled broadly. “You’ll love it.”

You nodded. “I’m sure I will.”

He smiled again and walked back into the back of the café.

You could not figure out where you had seen him before seeing him at the café, but he looked really familiar. Did you know him from somewhere? You just moved here, that wouldn’t make sense.

A few moments later as you picked at the bun, tearing its eggy goodness to pieces as you ate it, Wooyoung reappeared at the counter. He spoke softly to San, who looked in your direction for a moment before looking away.

Your eyes darted down to your screen and you stared at it for a moment before looking back up. Wooyoung was gone now and San was cleaning the counter. He had the most gorgeous deep brown eyes you had ever seen on a person; and the most chiseled jaw you had ever seen on someone outside of an anime. He could easily cosplay most characters and make it look like they had come to life. But then the worst happened: when a customer walked up to the counter to place an order, he smiled and his cheeks dimpled.

Shit, you thought. Dimples were your one weakness. You weren’t even sure what it was, but all of your celebrity crushes, and all your kpop biases had dimples. You were like a dimple-seeking missile, you didn’t even have to see their dimples your brain just somehow knew. You’d think “Oh, they’re cute” and then they’d smile and you’d wonder if you just had a genetic disposition to dimpled individuals.

He was entirely too pretty to be working at a café. Actually, all of the three were much too gorgeous to be working behind the counter of a café, they all looked like they could be models or something. But you supposed that some pretty people had to have regular jobs too.

You looked down at your screen and went back to editing.

Hours later, you yawned as you packed up your stuff. Everything safely stowed away, you rubbed at your eyes, hating that you somehow managed to forget your blue-blocking glasses when you left the apartment earlier; your eyes felt exhausted and you wondered how long it would take the burning sensation to stop. You put your backpack on and brought the plate that had the brioche on it over to the counter.

“Oh, you didn’t have to bring that up, I would have gotten it.” Seonghwa said as he took the plate from you.

You shrugged. “I’m here enough. Might as well clean up after myself.”

He smiled. “So when are they supposed to fix your internet?”

“Tomorrow. I hope.”

“Oh, I’m sad we won’t see you again.”

“I’ll probably come in though. I can’t make a matcha latte at my apartment, so I sort of have to.” You shrugged, pretending like it was a horrible thing to have to come in to order a drink.

San walked behind Seonghwa and took the plate to the back to clean it.

“Well, we’ll look forward to when you do show up.” Seonghwa said.

You smiled and nodded and turned to leave. At the door, you were confronted with the help wanted sign. ‘Part time, 30,000 won an hour’* Just how much money did the café make? But then again, the youtuber who’s creepypasta videos you edit had hit on you through email earlier. Again. For the third or fourth time. You thought you just had to deal with it so you could get paid but… maybe you didn’t have to.

“Can I get you something?” Seonghwa asked, looking up from wiping the counter, not realizing it was you walking back over.

You slapped the poster onto the counter. 

“A job would be nice.”

He looked at the poster and up at you, confused. “When can you do an interview?”

*about 22.68 usd an hour

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[periwinckles]

I was expecting at least a partner to engage in all the speculation, but fine. I'll do it by myself.

SPOILERS for the district 13 challenge fics ahead. Stop reading if you haven't read the stories.

anyway, on with my reviews: (I'm only making guesses for the ones I actually have a clue)

The Other Side of The War (Yeah, this time I'm actually checking if I have the titles right or not) This was heartbreaking to read. Seriously, I actually stopped reading, did a break with a lighter one, and then got back to it. Katniss taking care of Peeta, and then him taking care of her... that was so sweet. Him eating the rest of her food (they are soooo married). And then the vow. Man, this is one of my favorites. My first guess was endlessnightlock, based purely on the fact that she's one of my favorite authors and I loved this story so much, I was like "it has to be @endlessnightlock, right?" Changing it to Lilymaid @wistfulweaverwoman, now though.

ash and memory I am so pissed this was so short. Like, it's so beautifully written, I didn't want that conversation to end. I did try to guess in the comments, but if I'm being honest, I really haven't got a clue to who it is, bu whoever you are, you really wrote a piece of art.

A Bun in The Oven I was saving this for last because it was so big, but then someone sent me a message asking if it was mine, and I had to take a look. Ohhh, I really wished it was mine. @mollywog you are so obviously the writer, I can spot you from a hundred miles. This is clearly and unequivocally you, and I love the plot twist. The bun in the oven?? Love it. And you know I'm a sucker for Delly, so thank you for your service to mankind.

The Storehouse Peeta as a writer? Brilliant. Love it. You know what would be cool? An alternate universe where Peeta is a soap opera writer and he keeps writing his casual interactions with Katniss into his episodes, and Prim starts watching and starts to get suspicious of the similarities between her sister and the main character. Anyway. Sorry for the sidetrack. I would say this one was mine, if I didn't know any better. I'm not sure who it is, but I want to say @lemonluvgirl because seriously? This is the only fic with a naked Peeta so far. Plus getting them on an intimate setting? You've set it up really good for another chapter.

#TWHHA summer challenge #the hunger games #everlark fanfiction #District 13 summer challenge

[rigil-kentauris]

9 people you’d like to get to know better

tagged by @valerianvault

Three Ships: JUST THREE???

i am ALSO on that ffxiv juice and as yall MAY have guessed from all my aymericposting its wol/aymeric.

id be here all night if i did ffxiv ships so moving on.

hm.

hm.

ffxiv has really taken oven my brain space huh? tbqh the other games im playing rn arent big shipping arenas for me. what do you ship in frostpunk? coal x generator fics i suppose. if youve got time to fuck youve got time to truck in some more steel from the steel pile. extended shifts for everyone.

this is where i would have put my feh ships if feh wasnt dead to me

well i could put bylad/claude three houses here. power couple of the century. going to get an emulator/mod at some point to restore justice in s supports. i havent got anything against bylass ships but usually the way people write her drives me fucking INSANE.

hm what for three. ugh. ugh. ugh i said no more ffxiv. but i would be lying if - and would LOVE to lie about it though - i would be lying if i tried to act like cidnero hasnt consumed at minimum 15% of my waking thoughts in recent months. its like a fucking perplexus sphere. a very Puzzle. like the rct2(?) roller coaster auto complete function. i WILL figure it out. whatever It is. but everytime i solve a piece another puzzle pops up. gonna reduce this fucking fraction youll see. youll all see.

First Ever Ship: lol. so way back when, my sister was trying to tell me her Lame Older Sister about this cool new thing called shipping. which i was NOT getting at all. and she, i would imagine because of the relative mainstream awareness at the time and the largely practical fact that i knew what marvel movies were, decided to offer the example of 'its like What If iron man and captain america were together'

which i thought was patently silly. i dont remember why now. i think my main objection was that it did not happen, and why would people spend so much time thinking about things that did not happen.

well anyway. tale old as time i thought it was very funny to ironically talk about it. and then it was not ironic anymore. so it goes.

Last Song: well according to my phone music app it was of the night by bastille.

Last Movie: hm what WAS the last movie i watched? i havent watched a movie in a minute. well we're going to be rewatching the gran turismo movie probably tonight. i liked it quite a bit in the theater (went to an empty matinée).

Currently Reading: UGH still slogging through Utopia. im at a part where it seems tommy has lost the thread, so, its difficult. and then my friend wrote a book! and im very excited to read the new draft

Currently Watching: SCAVENGERS REIGN!!!! a very beautiful and thought provoking show about a group of people who get stranded on an alien planet and how they interact with that biosphere and themselves. the animation is beautiful and colorful. it is on hbo max or whereever you receive hbo products. the last episodes drop today idk if i can handle it

Currently Consuming: nothing because i just woke up. im going to haul myself out of bed for some frosted shredded miniature wheats soon i hope

Currently Craving: anything but frosted shredded miniature wheats. bacon cheese egg wrap. chocolate chip brioch bun. pasta. hm i might be hungry. lets say Food

Tagging: @czigonas @plaidypus @lieutenantk thanks for joing me on my breadmaking saga yesterday.

#guess how many times ive built the brothel in frostpunk ONLY ONCE SUCK AND FUCK? MORE LIKE LETS PICK UP. THE PACE. #WRAP UP WELL? UH YEAH? THE COLD ISHERE #about me #ask games

[the-night-writer1]

When there's too many monkeys

A sequel to Amnesia rules except when you're pregnant. Enjoy.

Wukong went pain stakingly quiet after Tang told him what went on the past couple hours. He found himself curling into the sleeping Macaque for comfort. None of this was going how he hoped.

Wukong didn't blame the baby for any of this though. They had no choice in any of this. Poor little one. Gods Wukong hated hormones, he was so close to crying as he buried his face in Macaque's chest.

Tang got up and joined Pigsy in the front seats. He was about to ask about looking for the others when guess who crashed into the van. Jolting Mac awake and into protection mode. Shadow bubble as the two monkeys fell out of bed thanks to the impact. Rough wake up call.

"hey guys! We got the first ring!" Mk said as he pulled himself away from the wind shield. Tang automatically noticing he had the first ring. Grabbing Mk's wrist to look at it. Tang was excited as Mac who hadn't been spotted by Mk yet rubbed Wukong's back.

"you okay? " Mac asked softly as he laid on the floor with Wukong on top of him. The protective bubble vanishing. Wukong still had his face in Macaque's chest. Physically he was fine emotionally though? No not in the slightest and Macaque was quick to realize that as soon as Wukong didn't look at Mk and his friends. He wrapped his arms around Wukong's upper body and rubbed his back. He spoke softly,"it's going to be okay I got you. You're both going to be alright -"

"What's Macaque doing here!?" Mk yelled in a panic as Mei got her sword out. To be fair the last time they saw him, he'd tried take them directly to LBD. Tang slide in front of them while Pigsy just sat there.

He wasn't even a fan of Wukong but now there's another monkey here. One that tried to kill them before. Then there was Wukong's bun in the oven which made things more complicated as they now couldn't rely on him to come to their aid. Pigsy was in a bit of a sour mode since he felt kinda of bad for shoving that pepper down Wukong's throat. Now he had the knowledge of that poor developing baby.

"wait he's on our side now no need to fight him!" Tang said as he put his arms out to block an attempted monkey murder. MK and Mei had skeptical looks but Sandy was convinced when his cat jumped on Wukong's back and looked back at them. Mo was a smart kitty if he backed up Tang clearly they could trust Mac. At least in Sandy's eyes.

"But he tried to kidnap us earlier with a fake van! How is he suddenly on our side!? This could be a trick-" Mei stated before Mk pushed past Tang. He heard light whimpers that definitely weren't Macaque's. Wait the monkey king was crying? What was going on here!?

"monkey king?" Mk asked softly as Macaque gently scooped Wukong up and got off laying on the floor. He had moved Mo first.

"I'm going to take him outside for a couple minutes. we'll work this out after.Be back in five" Macaque said as he portaled out of the van before anyone could protest. He sat down on the sand with Wukong in his lap. He spoke gently as he rubbed Wukong's cheek,"deep breaths okay? I know you don't handle panic attacks well so just let me help you through it okay."

Wukong nodded as he held on to Mac's hand. He didn't want things to go this way. He just wanted to collect all the rings. Including separating Mei from her's and get the flame. Not find out he's pregnant and that plan was partly out the window. Baby be burned out of him if he went with his original plan. He didn't know what to do now.

"what am I going to do Mihou?.. I can't use my original plan now...but they're counting on me" Wukong asked softly as he choked on tears. Macaque kissed his forehead softly as he rubbed the King's cheek.

"we'll figure something out...but for now we need to calm you down okay? Kid start losing his mind if he sees how panicked you are" Mac said sweetly as he went on with the soft comfort. He had a feeling the kid was watching them with the golden vision. Kid couldn't hear them though so he could talk cleanly,"let's try focusing on something else for now okay? How far do you think you are?"

"about 10 weeks" Wukong said he rubbed his eyes, and took some deep breaths. Definitely Mac's then. Mac pressed a gentle kiss between Wukong's eyes as he wrapped his arms around his invisible bump.

"think it's too early for nicknames?" Mac asked playfully as he nuzzled Wukong,"sunshine or fruit seed be fun"

"pfft... Sunshine be nice" Wukong said softly as he nuzzled Mac back. Just taking in the sweetness.

---

"so what's he doing to the monkey king MK?" Mei asked her sword still out and ready to fight.

"just talking but monkey king looks like he's having a panic attack." MK said as he stared through the wall," so why is Macaque suddenly on our side?".

" well the monkey king is -" Pigsy started to say before Tang covered his mouth.

"That isn't our news to give Pigsy! However I am going to say Macaque let us know why he's been attacking us in the first place" Tang said after scolding Pigsy for a moment. The pig rolled his eyes after crossing his arms," he's in debt to LBD. He'd only have his freedom handing Mk and the Monkey King over to her"

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #son of the monkeys au #monkie kid #lmk mk #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #lmk sandy #lmk mei #shadowpeach