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glassbxttless · 1 year

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L&D Baby

Nurse!Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Summary: Steve and his wife are having their first baby— and it happens to be at the hospital he works at.

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: 18+ (editing to add: no sexual themes, but I am literally an adult and do not want minors interacting with my content whatsoever), marriage, pregnancy, childbirth, mentions of a stillbirth, dad!steve, labor and delivery nurse!steve, blood/blood loss, swearing— as always let me know if there’s any tags i missed!

Notes: This is posted over on my ST blog ( @hellfirestxnes ). Once all of my content is moved over here— that blog will be inactive as my main objective is to have one space for myself!

Steve is tired. His bones are aching and his eyes are sore, but it’s just another Friday really. He has about half of his shift left and he’s off again, thankfully, until Monday. Leaning on the counter at the nurses station, listening to the other nurses gossip and share stories about their kids. And he’s thinking about you at home, sitting pretty and waiting for him to come home— belly swollen with his child. Any other day, he might tuck himself away and use the phone to call and check in, but today… he couldn’t face it. The first delivery he was on that morning, he watched a new mother wish with every fiber of her being that what the doctor was telling her wasn’t true. He cleaned up that baby, took their weight and height, made out the card for the parents that would never get to hear a cry. He bundled up gray, cold skin and hoped that the couple would be able to find peace. Somewhere deep down, he wishes he wouldn’t have heard them ask how did this happen? Everything was just fine this morning. But, now here he sits. Thinking about that delivery, thinking about his wife at home. His very pregnant wife. Your pregnancy has gone by so quickly, been such a breeze. He’s been to as many appointments as he could, especially the ones you were so worried about. But there’s always a reassuring answer of your baby being strong and healthy. A perfect little Harrington. And now, Steve’s never found himself more terrified. If everything can be fine and perfect one second and terribly tragic the next, he doesn’t know where to find his peace. He hangs his head against his hands for a few moments— taking a deep breath. He’s gotta get himself straight, take a few moments. But there’s hellos being exchanged a few feet away and after what seems like a millisecond, a hand is settling on his lower back. He snaps around, prepared to give the whole I’m married spiel he’s done a thousand times, he’s met with the beautiful eyes of his adoring wife. And that softens his features, he’s visibly relaxing.

You smile at him, as he tugs you into his grip. The hug lasts longer than usual and Steve loves hugging you. You rub his back and kiss his shoulder, “you forgot your lunch.” You whisper to him quietly, the bag in your left hand adorning a beautiful band that Steve had so carefully picked out himself. At your words, Steve’s grip just tightens a bit and he kisses your head, sighing out. “Do you wanna eat together?”

“Yeah, angel. Just about to take my break. come on.” he says quietly, leading you down to the cafeteria. He pulls out your chair and you can tell something is distracting him as he sits. He’s busying himself by passing out the food, but he’s quiet and normally— he isn’t. He asks about your day, tells you about his, has told you he loves you a dozen times by now. And he knows you’ve noticed, by the way his eyes flick up to yours and back down again. “I’m okay.” he says after catching the look on your face.

“You’re not.” you reply, matter-of-factly. “What’s going on, Steve? Can talk to me.” you reach over for his hand, thumb brushing over his own gold wedding band. “You’re not acting like yourself.”

Steve sighs heavily, flipping his hand over to take yours gently. “The first birth I was on this morning was a stillbirth and I dunno… just had me thinking a lot.” He explains, his eyes dropping down to your belly across the table. You nod slightly, the hand that wasn’t entwined in his moves to your belly. You’re almost due and neither you nor Steve have ever had to worry about this. Never had it been a thought in your head.

“Just want you guys safe, is all.” Steve says softly and gives your hand a squeeze before he’s pulling it away to eat his lunch with you. And when it’s time for him to get back to work, you stand. There’s a dull ache that starts in your back and wraps around to your tummy, it lasts about 30 seconds as you clean up from lunch. You ignore it as he hugs you tightly, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you at home, okay? Take it easy, rest.” He reminds you, rubbing up and down your arms.

“Yeah, okay.” You acknowledge him with a nod, before you feel another aching pain. But this time it’s accompanied by a slow trickle of fluid down your thighs. And when Steve notices where your eyes are falling, all of the hair on the back of his neck stands up.

“Oh.” Is all he can manage. He’s done this a thousand and ten times over the past few years. He’s consoled laboring mothers, he’s held their hands and cleaned them up, he’s been their support system. It’s his job. But here he is, with his own wife, frozen in his tracks. Your water broke and he can tell with the uncomfortable face you’re making the contractions have started as well. “Okay, angel… let’s… let’s get you checked in.” he says softly and suddenly, you’re more than thankful for the pre-registry packet Steve made you fill out last week. He holds your hand the entire time they check you in and get you into a room. He can hear his pager going off and he’d check it, every now and again, hoping one of the other nurses could pick up his patients, since he still technically was on his shift. But when he can’t put it off any longer, he kisses your head. “Listen, I’ll be right back okay? I’m not leaving you alone for this. I’ll be really quick.” he says softly.

You just nod, munching on the ice chips he had brought you not too long ago. You still feel like you have time. The contractions aren’t that close together yet. But Steve would throw a fit if they even tried to send you home and you know it. Steve smiles nervously when he wheels a cart into another expectant parent’s room. He introduces himself and shakes her husband’s hand when he extends it to him introducing themselves as, “Caleb and Connie Bear.” He's trying to keep the small talk up and keep himself calm— and not to think of his wife four rooms down. “Is this your first?” he asks softly, administering her medication.

“Oh no.” Connie laughs softly and shakes her head, “It’s baby number seven.” She pats her belly gently. Steve nods, a little lost in his own head. A mix of thoughts of the young couple a floor up with no baby to show, his wife laboring without him, and these friendly people working on their seventh baby. “It’s not as bad as you think.” she laughs, catching Steve’s face.

Steve laughs nervously and shakes his head, “oh no. it’s not that.” He smiles softly, “my wife and I wanted around six.” He shrugs, giving her a glass of water.

“You’ve got kids?” She smiles at him and gives his forearm a gentle squeeze as he adjusts her monitors. “You’re so young.”

“Uh… not yet.” He laughs softly and pulls her blanket back up over her. “My wife’s in labor now, actually. Not very far along yet and It’s our first, might have a while to go.” He rambled off nervously.

She smiles at him, a warm and comforting smile, and so does her husband. They remember those days. And Steve does find comfort in that smile. “These things take time.” She says softly, nodding at Steve. “but she’ll know what to do and I know you’ve seen a lot of babies being born but the minute you see yours, everything’s gonna change.” And Steve knows she’s right.

“Thank you.” he says softly. “I’ll be back in to check on you in a little while.” he dims her lights a bit, sighing softly as he steps out of the room and walks over to his station to chart his notes quickly. When he looks up and sees his mother-in-law, that’s when his panic starts to set in. He’s hurrying around the counter, biting the inside of his cheek. “What are you doing here?”

“Y/N called asking me to come, Steve.” She laughs, a sound that reminds him of you. “She knows you’re busy.” She gives his arm a pat and smiles at him. “She’s getting close, from what they’ve told her.”

“And she didn’t say anything to me?” Steve frowns, leading her over to your room. His face is knotted up in confusion when he looks over you. Your feet are planted on the floor, leaning over your bed. He sighs softly, knowing he should have been in here. He walks over, standing behind you to rub circles into your lower back.

“This is how we got into this situation.” You joke, face pressed against your sheets.

The response makes Steve chuckle, rolling his eyes, “oh hush. your mother is here.” He mumbles softly, rubbing your hips gently. “Where did they say you’re at, angel?” he asks softly.

“Eight.” You mumble back, letting yourself melt into Steve’s hands. They slide around to your belly, lifting gently and trying to keep the pressure off of your back in between contractions. “What do you think it’s gonna be?” You ask him, turning your head to catch a glimpse of him. You can see the worry etched into his features. But once he sees the way your hair is sticking to your forehead and how flushed and clammy your skin is— he softens.

“A girl.” He says softly. “Gonna be just as pretty as you.” He whispers softly, helping you switch positions and lie back on the bed quietly. Steve’s head perks up as he sees one of his co-workers take a quick peek in. “What’s up?” he mouths over to her. He watches her point down to her belt, signaling to the pager Steve has forgotten.

He sighs and kisses your head once more, rubbing soothing circles onto your arm. “I’ll be right back again, okay sweetheart? Your mama’s here. gonna take care of you while I’m gone.” He says softly and squeezes your hand before he’s ducking out and heading down to the Bear’s room, pushing the cot along quietly.

Connie smiles tiredly, having opted for an epidural at the last stage of her labor. Steve’s ready at her thighs, ready to pop the baby up onto her chest. His own head is occupied with the thought of missing the birth of his own child while he welcomes another into the world. His shift would be over soon and then he’ll be sitting at your bedside, holding your hand and keeping you healthy and happy. Supporting you throughout the entire transition of your labor. Caleb rubs soothing circles on Connie’s arm as she pushes, and Steve takes note of the love in the room. How much the two of them lean on one another.

And Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when he’s reaching over her thighs, with their newborn boy laying on her stomach. He’s helping rub the baby dry, eyes flicking up to the delivering doctor when no one hears any cries for just a few more moments. And Steve whispers, panicked, but full of hope, “oh come on, kid.” No one hears him, but Connie— and her eyes are on him as Steve tries his fucking best to coax a cry out of the baby. Even after suctioning his nose and mouth. He remembers the heartbroken looks on that young couple this morning and he couldn’t take it again.

And finally there’s a sigh of relief when the little one lets out their first big wail. Steve smiles watching as Connie holds their baby to her chest, tears welling up in her eyes. She gives Steve’s hand a squeeze, her face silently thanking him. And then as he’s walking away to fill out a stats card for their baby, Steve hears his name followed by someone shouting time to push. And he’s running. He’ll check back in later, but he’s not missing his baby’s birth. You’ve got the rails of the bed in your hands, gripping tightly as you push— and he’s finding your side and brushing back your hair. “I'm here, angel.” He’s whispering through your tears. “I’m here. Look at you. You’re doing so good, mama.”

And it’s a whole new feeling when Steve hears a cry before he even sees the baby. He can see the blood on your thighs as they lift the baby up to place against your chest. The tears in your eyes are falling as you look up at Steve. And he just presses a kiss against your forehead, sniffling back his own years. “You did it, angel.” he mumbles softly.

“Congratulations.” You hear through your OB’s big smile. “It’s a boy.” And then Steve laughs, his smile pressed against your hair.

“It's a boy.” you repeat, fingers brushing against the back of your baby's fresh soft skin. The quiet grunts coming from him fill the room as he roots around trying to latch onto your breast quietly. “Joseph.” You whisper and turn to look up at Steve, remembering the perfect name the two of you had spent the last eight months curating. “Joseph Steven Harrington.” You announce to your mother quietly. And Steve feels himself tear up a bit.

Nothing has ever felt like this before in his life. And once you’re squared away, he makes sure to thank his coworkers quietly. Appreciating every second of them covering his ass tonight. They all congratulate him for the beautiful baby, passing out hugs and offering advice. And Steve soaks it in, every single word of it. Soaks it in like his life depends on it.

tags ;; @peachyproserpina @eeopxlt

#steve harrington x f!reader #steve harrington #steve x pregnant!reader #dad!steve harrington #nurse!steve #cw: pregnancy #cw: birth #cw: stillbirth mention

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sissylittlefeather · 8 months

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6 with F

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Hey hey! Thanks for being the first request for my 200 follower celebration! You didn't specify smut or fluff, so I did some fluff with a hint toward future smut, so you can let your imagination run wild, if you want to 😉

Warnings: none, really. One cuss word.

Prompt: "Oh, we're not married." With '74-'77 BDE

One of Elvis's favorite things to do with you was drive. He'd take you out to different places around town that were quiet and secluded, so you could talk or do other things. You'd been dating for a few months and time spent with him was always your favorite. He loved that he could be himself around you, and, for a little while, be able to take off the mask of performing that he often wore even when he wasn't on stage or touring. Every time he would call you and tell you to meet him downstairs in half an hour, you'd grab your purse and your shoes and sit outside in anticipation. He tried to drive a different car each time, and it became a bit of a game to guess which one he'd bring next.

Tonight, you're sitting outside your apartment in the cool night air waiting for him when he pulls up in a Cadillac Deville station wagon. It's not the first time he's brought this car. He likes to drive this one when he knows you'll need space. You roll your eyes and laugh to yourself. Elvis is not a man that anyone could ever accuse of subtlety. He pulls up and rolls the window down.

"Hey, doll. Need a ride?"

"Depends on where you're headed, sir." This is a game you play often.

"Anywhere you want, baby." You lean in his window and kiss him on the cheek. Then, you walk around the car and slide into the passenger side.

You ride for a while talking about nothing in particular. Eventually, you come to one of your favorite spots off the road and he turns. Once you're parked, he asks if you want to move to the backseat.

"I just wanna kiss ya without a steering wheel in the way." You smile and oblige, both of you sliding into the seat at the same time. He opens his arms and gestures for you to come closer. You scoot to him and he plants a deep kiss on your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You continue this way for a while, with him wrapped around you, pressed together. As things start to heat up, your hands go to his belt buckle and you've almost got it undone when there's an emphatic knock knock on the window. You gasp and sit straight up.

"What the fuck?" Elvis growls under his breath. He rolls the window down to see a young male police officer.

"Umm sir, you can't, uh, park here."

"I think you'll find I can do most anything I put my mind to." Elvis waits for the young man to realize who he is, but he doesn't.

"I need your drivers license, please, sir." Elvis turns to you.

"Honey, will you look in the glove box and see if it's in there."

"Sure, baby." You slip out of the door, open the passenger side, and rummage through the glove compartment, careful to keep the gun that's in there hidden. Eventually, you locate a wallet that has an ID in it. You walk around the car to the cop. He's noticeably nervous.

"Your husband seems to think I should know who he is."

"Oh, we're not married. But you should know him." The cop takes the ID from you and looks down at it. His head snaps back up and then he looks down at Elvis in the car.

"You're..."

"Nice to meet you, son."

"I'm gonna... I'm just... this is just a warning..." Elvis smiles knowingly and gestures for you to get in the car. By the time you get back to your place on the seat next to him, the cop is apologizing and walking backwards away from the car.

"Have a good night..." He calls as he gets back to his patrol car. Elvis waves and rolls the window up.

"Now, where were we, doll?"

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#elvis presley #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis fanfic #elvis presley x y/n #elvis fluff #elvis presley x you #elvis presley fluff

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autisticempathydaemon · 5 months

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For the matchups /np <3

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

At the moment it’s Vienna by Billy Joel, ‘she’s always a woman’ is one of my favourites ever and Vienna just hits right as I feel like I’m behind a lot of the friends that I grew up with atm. (My fave parts are ‘you’re so ahead of yourself that you’ve forgot what you need’ and ‘ you can’t be everything you wanna be before your time’.

What is your Enneagram type?

I don’t know my enneagram sorry but I know my personality type is ENFP if that’s any help :)

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

Funnily enough he was a dog, like I used to just imagine I had a dog and he’d follow me around, sometimes he’d talk and sometimes he wouldn’t and he was named after ‘Balto’ from the animated movie.

What is your go to way to fall asleep?

I don’t really have one, I usually end up waking up not remembering falling asleep in the first place. I basically just wait until I’m tired enough for it just happen.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

Although I wouldn’t like to change my first name, as I think it suits me, I did change my last name to my Grandma’s maiden name after she’d told me she was sad that she couldn’t keep it when she married my grandad.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

I feel awful about this one, but Guy. I don’t dislike him or anything but I’m also not necessarily excited when he gets an upload. I’m also not sure why, he just doesn’t hit the same for me as he seems to do for a lot of other people.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

Fantastic Mr Fox. I love it, I love the framing and the colours and the characters. They’re all very ‘human’ in different ways and the moment between Foxy and Felicity near the waterfall is so relatable I want to eat it.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

SO MANY. Like the entire D.A.M.N squad. I love all the characters and I don’t mind anger but if Damien directed it at me I’d get defensive and that wouldn’t make for a good couple. Gavin, I wouldn’t really like my partner flirting with other people, Huxley I enjoy hiking but simply can’t picture myself dating him because he’s with Damien etc etc

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

The signal for me being tired is actually that I go very quiet/ not talkative. But if I was to ramble about something it would probably just be about things that had happened irl, old funny story’s and stuff (or whatever fandoms I’m in at the time depending on who I’m with).

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

Red Bull. Always Red Bull. 🧎🏻

Extra’s: My favourite colour is green. I love movies, reading/writing and animals. I’m a Libra. My love languages are acts of service and physical touch but again, depending on the person.

Thank you!

As always, I love it when I am given so much information to work with! You seem so lovely and agreeable, it’s hard to think with whom you wouldn’t work well. Somehow, the “loving animals” bit convinced me, because what’s better for an animal lover than our beloved beta boy who can turn into a wolf on a whim?

Asher strikes me as the type of guy who works best with someone like himself. He works well with everyone, by his nature, but you and he would have so many similarities that being together would be wonderfully easy. It’s the big things like your extroverted natures and your compatible love languages. Yet it’s also the little things like your shared love of hiking and caffeinated battery acid (I say affectionately as a Strawberry Apricot Red Bull fiend).

You’d be the sort of couple who operate like well-oiled cogs of a machine, like one of you was a telepath, that’s how naturally you communicate and maneuver around each other. It’s a wonderfully comfortable, joyful life that the two of you have. There’s lots of alternating days of him showing you Halo and you showing him new, interesting movies, countless lectures from David about y’all having to drink something not poisoned with taurine, and so, so much love.

Song:

I confess, I messed up/ Dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around/ And I know you're dressed up/ Hey kid you'll never live this down/ You're just the girl all the boys want to dance with/ And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances

I’ve just got to give the boy a FOB song, you must understand; I also think it’s a really fun choice for y’all. I love the movie references, the fun, boppy tempo, the dramatic, theatrical way Asher would fall to his knees on the kitchen floor as he belts it out at you in true, emo kid fashion. It’s infectious, and you would be helpless to either sing or headbang along.

Runner-ups:

This was hard. Again, I feel like you could pair well with just so many people; narrowing it down to two was an ordeal. In the end, I like Anton for you because you two contrast in a lot of the ways you and Asher compare. Also, I chose Sam as a runner-up for you because you two hiking together would be really cute. Also, You/Sam is giving kind of David/Asher but in another font, and I love Dasher /lh

note: thank you so much for waiting 💕

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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achubbydumpling · 2 years

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What A Waste Of A Lovely Night

Rating: Explicit Words: 1552 Pairing: Lee Bodecker/Original Female Character Tags: non-con, rape, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, this is nothing like the gif up there, heed the bolded tags

I don't have an excuse, enjoy! how horny are we tonight? because this really shouldn't be as hot to me as it is, but here we are, I guess

Lee had been Sheriff for as long as she could remember. In elementary school, he'd given a talk about staying safe around strangers, in high school about the dangers of drugs and now she regularly served him at the diner down the road from the station.

She'd had ambitions to move away at 16 but after falling head over heels for a boy in the class above her, she'd decided to stay instead. At least until they're married. That would make it easier to find a house, maybe even one with enough space for a few children.

Lost in thought, she didn't notice the Sheriff hadn't left his seat at the counter. Usually, he made his way back home way before she closed the diner.

"You need anything else, Sheriff?"

He smiled and put his hat on as he stood up.

"Just wanted to offer a ride to the lovely lady. It's pretty dark out."

Of course, she declined at first. It was the polite thing to do. But her day had been quite long and her protests quickly died down.

"That's very kind of you," she said as Lee held the cruiser door open for her.

"It's no trouble," he answered when he got into the driver's seat. The car dipped under his weight and he cleared his throat.

They drove in silence for a while. Of course, he knew where she lived. It was a small town with few people. Everyone knew each other.

"You still with that boy?"

"Three years now. We're planning a summer wedding," she said as she turned the engagement ring on her finger.

"That's a nice ring. Must've cost him a good chunk of money."

The conversation kept her distracted, she didn't even notice him pulling off the main street until the road got so bad it shook the whole car.

"I-I think you might've missed an exit, Sheriff."

"Lee's fine, honey. And I didn't miss any exit. I know it's hard for you gals to admit, but I've seen you looking, you know."

She made a confused noise and tried to open the car door. Outside it was pitch black—not a light in sight.

"Always bending over the counter just so and shoving those pretty tits in my face. A boy like you got at home can't satisfy you, can he?"

Panic spread in her body. This wasn't right. Sheriff Bodecker wouldn't—

His hand landed on her thigh. She was still wearing her uniform, a yellow dress that fell just over the knee. Lee shoved the fabric further up. She was just wearing an old pair of cotton panties owing to the mid-summer heat.

"Looks like I was right. Yeah, I could see it in your eyes."

She tried to get away but Lee kept her firmly pinned with just a hand on her lower belly.

"So eager," Lee chuckled. "Stay. We're gonna need a bit more room, hm?"

Even when Lee stopped touching her, she felt frozen. Nothing looked familiar when she looked out of the car window. Lee and the cruiser were the only familiar sights. So, she stayed instead of running blindly into the night.

"Well behaved too. You'll make a fine wife one day."

Lee held his hand out. Almost tenderly he helped her out of the passenger seat and led her to the back seat.

"Go on, honey. And lose those panties."

He didn't restrain her or cuff her. Lee was so sure in his power, that one word would be enough that she'd do whatever he wanted.

The leather smell of the seats stung her nose. They were cracked and covered in stains. He didn't take good care of the cruiser, he didn't take care of anything. With her face pressed against the seats, the other smells started becoming more prominent, blood, vomit—

"Turn around. I wanna see that pretty face, darling."

"Don't-" she swallowed against the tightness in her throat "-call me that."

"Why not, darling?"

"My fiance—"

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.

"Oh, honey," Lee cooed. His expression turned almost soft. "We don't wanna think about him right now, do we?"

She shook her head. It almost gave her hope how kind he looked for just a moment.

"I wanna go home." A hiccup followed her whisper.

Lee's smile turned cruel.

"No, you want to fuck me."

As if to prove his statement Lee grabbed her hand. His grip so tight, the bones of her wrist ground together. He ripped the engagement ring off her finger and threw it into the cupholder in the front.

She shook her head. The tears came down harder and stained her cheeks.

"It's alright you don't have to say it. I know you do. No girl wants to say it but you all wanna do it."

Her entire body was shaking from how tightly she was holding herself. She didn't know what to do. Her feeble attempts to keep her legs squeezed together did nothing against Lee. His hand slipped between her thighs like she wasn't even trying to keep him out.

"I never took my chance. Always waited for some sign. I don't even know what it'd have looked like. Now I don't have the woman I deserve at home or the offspring to keep my bloodline around either."

Lee undid the thick belt of his uniform. His belly pressed against the buttons of his uniform and he struggled to get his fingers between the waistband of his pants to undo the button.

When he finally did, he was already hard. Just watching the girl squirm, trying to get away got him going. He stroked himself with one hand and pushed her little dress up with the other.

His thick fingers dipped into her cunt, not yet pushing in, just feeling up the outside. Almost incidentally his thumb landed on her clit. The feeling was completely foreign to her.

Overwhelming. Painful. When he eased up though, her face burned with shame. She tried to turn away from Lee's gaze.

Because she did recognize the feeling then. She'd been caught with a pillow between her thighs, rubbing and grinding against it because it felt so good. There's been a long talk about inviting the devil in afterwards and she didn't dare try again no matter how good it felt.

Now though... something spasmed inside her. Clenching around nothing. Despite herself, she wished Lee's fingers would press inside to soothe that emptiness. A sob escaped her when she realised what she'd just thought about.

"Look at that. That pussy does want to get fucked. She needs to be full, doesn't she?"

Lee didn't look at her face anymore. Entirely focused on his fingers stroking all along her cunt. She couldn't help the twitching and fluttering. Her legs seemed to move on their own account.

"Please-" Tear-soaked voice rough in her throat. She couldn't say what she was begging for. She just knew she couldn't stand the looming threat of something any longer.

Every touch ceased. She lifted her head to look at Lee, but at that moment he gripped her legs and pulled her closer. Her head slammed back against the seat with a thud. Any pretence of softness or kindness was gone when Lee buried himself in her with a single thrust.

Pain radiated out from where Lee was pushing his dick into her and her lower belly cramped hard.

"Stop!" she sobbed pitifully but it only seemed to encourage Lee.

"I don't like—fuck—" Lee interrupted himself with a moan," —don't like 'em too wet, I need some friction, honey."

Her nails dug into the leather of the seat as she tried to keep her body still in an effort to avoid any more pain.

"Not—not gonna be long, then it'll feel good. When you're full 'a me and my cum dripping out of you."

His mouth hung open as he sped up his rhythm.

"Gonna keep you full. Yeah, knock you up. Young thing like you 's gotta—" Lee leant forward and placed one of his huge hands on her stomach "—gotta be a fertile heifer."

He'd barely groaned the last word when he thrust in hard one last time. As he came he was grinding against her, trying to prolong his own pleasure. Those motions sparked that feeling low in her cunt again and sickness rose in the back of her throat. How could this feel good after everything?

Lee pulled out before she got anywhere close to an orgasm.

He pushed the few drops of cum that were dripping from her cunt back inside her and wiped his fingers on her white cotton panties.

Then he straightened her dress, wiped away her tears and grabbed her engagement ring out of the cupholder to force it back on her finger.

He pushed her legs inside, while she lied still and stared up at the roof of the car. The door shut loud enough to make her flinch.

With a grunt, he let himself fall back into the driver's seat which shook the entire car and he turned back onto the main street up to Brewer Heights.

"Y'might wanna make that a spring wedding actually," Lee said over his shoulder, "if you don't want everyone talking about that baby bump during the ceremony."

#non con #not about feedism for once #go me #this man #I don't know what to do with myself #he's so pathetic in the movie #we'll be back to regularly scheduled programming s̶̼͉͇̓͗̅́̾̉͘ǫ̵̺̻̆̏̎̋̕͝ô̸̞͚͎̥͍͋̀̅̆n̸̛̬̺̤͕͇͔͔̯̄̊̊̃̂͘#Lee Bodecker

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Hiya :] May I request 707 with a S/O who's name is a planet (doesn't gotta be a specific one) and they're obssessed with space just like him and love to ramble about space facts and give him space gifts :D

Alternate Request: S/O is a artist who draws him a lot in their sketch book :}

Saeyoung with a reader who is obsessed with space and is named after a planet! & Saeyoung with an artist reader who draws him a lot!

Hello! I did both cuz both are cute and I LOVE writing about Saeyoung. I also wanted to push myself to write somehow because I haven't in a while hhhh.. Thank you so much for requesting and tell me if you wanna change something~!

Saeyoung with a reader who is obsessed with space and is named after a planet!

-Oh man, Saeyoung is EXCITED! He thinks your name is pretty cool and also really likes that you also like space like him! Saeyoung can easily get into your interests but he really loves how both of you have something in common!

-You two love to stargaze so freaking much! It pretty much happens every single night at this point, sometimes you have both slept there under the so so many stars. You two literally won't stop talking about space and facts and so many things related to it and it's a really nice bonding experience between you two, he loves how much you rant!!

-Give him gifts and he is gonna give you like.. ten more back, it's pretty much a battle of gifts between you two! Your shared room is definitely filled with space related objects and other cool things about space, both of you won't throw away anything, really. Everything you give him and everything he gives you? Your shared room it shall stay!

-Chatrooms are usually filled with photos of space and planets and anything like that, sometimes you two spam each other with memes there and while it might be tiring for the other members, they are very glad that you two have so much fun. He sometimes sends very cursed stuff about space that has you two laughing so hard as you watch another member leave the chatroom, it's pretty fun!

-Pretty much you two always ramble about space and even look for new facts and cool stuff! Even your wedding was space themed and well, he didn't lie! He did marry you at the space station! He loves you so much and you two always cuddle as you look for space theme shows and movies. It's chill, fun and you two laugh so much as you share affection through it all.

Saeyoung with an artist reader who draws him a lot!

-Saeyoung is always fascinated by your art skills, even if it doesn't look good for you, he always loves it and supports you all the way. He can watch you forever as you draw, the way your hand moves to add all these details and even simple drawings, he can't get enough of them, he loves them all!

-So when you showed him drawings of HIM, well.. he was honestly speechless! He felt tears on his eyes as he looked at every line and everything you did, he loves it so so much! And of course he blushed so hard since you love him that much. It honestly makes him feel so warm and nice inside, he feels so loved by you, his precious lover.

-He loves to hug you from behind and even have you sit on his lap as you draw, he feels so relaxed to be in your presence and not to mention the small but satisfying to his ears the noises your pencil or anything that you use makes, he sometimes falls asleep on top of you as he has his arms around your waist tightly, it's really cute honestly.

-Saeyoung definitely gives you ideas about drawing him in a maid suit or even Vanderwood in a.. maid costume, this boi definitely has some wild but funny ideas for sure. He literally wouldn't stop giggling when you actually agree to draw it. In the end, you end up giggling uncontrollably like him as you kept hearing him and now as he holds you and you both now are gazing at each other and oh my god you two are wheezing now-

-He really adores how much skill you have and he always showers you in kisses and hugs. He loves you so much and loves to spend time with you like this, he'll never get enough of watching the way you draw and if you feel bad about it, he showers you with praise and even helps you out by looking up good tips and anything you need, he helps you with it! Not without a lot of his affection, of course~!

#saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #mysme 707 #707 x reader #seven x reader #saeyoung headcanons #mystic messenger fluff #saeyoung choi x reader #mysme #mysme fanfic #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger #fic #fluff #gender neutral #saeyoung

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Hey Dadcannons! I know Nyssa and Tegan are great and they are even better together, so I wanna know what is it about them that you love so very much? {tbh I love hearing people gush about their favourite ships}

Heya, kiddo!

Oh, that's a really good question!

Well, firstly, it's the whole thing of "best friends to lovers" (as a ace person, this single trope makes up 95% of all my favourite pairings). Tegan and Nyssa are best friends from basically their first meeting, and it's clear that they hold each other in very high esteem. Nyssa is basically the only person that Tegan isn't constantly snapping at, and Tegan is one of the only people (possibly the only person) that Nyssa feels comfortable being vulnerable with.

Tegan and Nyssa met under incredibly shocking circumstances; both of them had lost family just before they met (Nyssa's father and entire planet had been destroyed by the Master, and Tegan's aunt had been killed by the Master) and both of them ended up stranded out of their own time and place. They are then left basically alone together to help the recently-regenerated (and mostly unconscious) Fifth Doctor after Adric (the Doctor's only companion left from his prior incarnation) is kidnapped by the Master. Tegan and Nyssa have to pilot the TARDIS safely to a destination, get the Doctor to a place where he can relax and heal from his regeneration and also deal with the Master's plot to capture and kill the Doctor. They do all this together as a team, despite having only met barely a few hours before.

Judging from this scene, they also shared a bed whilst staying overnight in the healing place. (Side note: I have not edited this picture, it really is staged like a Renaissance painting inspired by the works of Sappho. 🤣😂)

Where was I? Oh, yes; Tegan and Nyssa also have complimenting personalities. Tegan is brass, sharp-talking and very opinionated; she's got a lot of emotions that she shows easily. While Nyssa, on the other hand, comes from a planet of peace-loving scientists who keep their emotions largely subdued (I'd also mention that she's technically a princess too, except monarchy ick). Despite this, Tegan and Nyssa never end up arguing. Instead, they work off each other and value the others perspective on things. Tegan admires Nyssa's quiet fortitude while Nyssa admires Tegan's confidence in declaring her emotions. Nyssa's a scientist and works mostly on logic, whereas Tegan is a flight attendant and very practical. Opposites attract; need I say more?

Tegan and Nyssa end up sharing a room in the TARDIS, and literally every scene in which it's shown looks like it's from a roommates-to-lovers fic.

Again, I swear I have not edited this picture. This really is framed like they're a recently married couple co-habitating together. 🤣😂

Now, obviously, their time together was short-lived (they are Doctor Who companions, after all). They were together on the show for just under two seasons of television. Nyssa decided to stay on at a space station they visited to create a vaccine for a deadly disease. And the ending of the episode... *cries*

Again, it really is staged to look like a couple parting ways. Doesn't stop me crying, though. 😭😭

For the next story, Tegan spends most of it looking incredibly miserable and flat-out ignoring the romantic intentions of a weird immortal being they've stumbled across. Whilst Tegan is wearing something that vaguely looks like a wedding dress (which... oh, you poor pining sapphic, Tegan). She does cheer up slightly in the next season, but her mood is considerably dampened from that point onwards until she leaves the TARDIS.

However, RTD later confirmed in "Farewell, Sarah-Jane" that Nyssa and Tegan were a couple living together in Australia, as they both attended Sarah-Jane's funeral. So, presumably, Nyssa found a way to Earth in the present day, found Tegan and they settled down together. Which is a pretty sweet ending for them, not gonna lie.

Chibnall may have not mentioned this in the centenary special, but the Tegan/Nyssa community here on Tumblr mainly views that as Nyssa not wanting to get involved with UNIT after finally getting a peaceful life with Tegan on Earth. That would also explain why Tegan mentioned a step-son, as Nyssa had a daughter and son.

Some of the Big Finish Audios also have a habit of unintentionally writing them as with crushes on each other. Sometimes, you get the sense that the writers are fully aware of how couple-y Tegan and Nyssa seem together and decide to play into it. Cue Nyssa getting shocked and almost jealous when they bump into one of Tegan's ex-boyfriends (yeah, I was shocked too) and Tegan constantly talking about how lovely and wonderful Nyssa is with virtually no prompting from other characters. 😂🤣

I know that, at the time, it was written as them being close platonic friends, but -in all honesty- I had to check online as to whether they were a couple after I watched their first episode together, because (to a modern eye) they do not read as two heterosexual women at all. I personally see Tegan as a lesbian and Nyssa as a asexual bi-romantic with a strong preference for women.

Basically, these two are awesome characters in their own right, as well as being a really cute couple. Hope you enjoyed my gushing about these two! 😊😊

#thefandompixie #tegan/nyssa #nyssa/tegan #tegan x nyssa #nyssa x tegan #indestructible #heathrow scientific #tegan jovanka #nyssa #nyssa of traken #doctor who

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Newly Wed

Fandom: Star Trek Deep Space Nine Pairing: Kira Nerys x fem!Reader, Odo x Reader (PLATONIC!!!) Words: 1.9K Warnings: Fluff, maybe a bit angst Summary: Y/N and Kira return from their honeymoon and Y/N feels obligated to report to her best friend Odo. All the good things and maybe the fears too. A/N: Odo is not in love with Kira, he never was. He's just a very good friend in this one. We don't wanna make things awkward

Silently, the doors of the security office slid apart and Y/N crossed the threshold into the room, a wry smile on her face. "Reporting for duty, sir," she smirked. Odo turned, a feigned serious mask on. "Acknowledged. At ease." He leaned forward. "Shouldn't you be showing up by tomorrow, Lieutenant?" She lifted her chin. "I thought I'd just have to see the loving face of my best friend that I've missed so much sooner than tomorrow."

"Is that any way to talk about your commanding officer?" She could see the amusement in his eyes. "No, but I do to my best friend." Apparently Odo couldn't fight his smile any longer, because the corners of his mouth turned upwards, causing her smile to widen as well.

"Oh, come here, "she laughed, spreading her arms as wide as she could. Odo sighed, but stood up anyway to comply with her request. A contented yawn escaped her as she rested her head on his shoulder. "That's nice." Odo only gave a grumpy snort that proved to her that he was as happy to see her as she was to see him. Nevertheless, she noticed very well that he was quite stiff and slowly released the embrace. She knew very well that Odo was not yet very comfortable with physical or social contact and she did not want to invade his comfort zone. The smile and his small nod showed her that she had done the right thing.

"Please, sit down."

"I'm definitely not going to turn down that offer," she laughed and dropped into one of the armchairs. Odo took a seat opposite her, hands folded, resting his head on them. "I certainly hope I'm not interrupting your work. I could come back later if you'd prefer." Y/N knew how much her friend hated to be disturbed in his work. For him, there was hardly anything more important than having his work done conscientiously and perfectly. Odo, however, just shook his head slightly. "Not at all. It is already late in the evening, the station will manage a little without me." He tilted his head slightly. "So, tell me. How was the honeymoon? "

Y/N smiled while at the same time shaking her head in disbelief "Not the way I expected, I can tell you that. Maybe we should have flown somewhere else after all. To Earth, perhaps. Or Risa. I hear Betazed is very pretty this time of year too." She winked at him. "Then perhaps we could have said hello to Lwaxana for you." Odo rolled his eyes and tipped his head back. If he had had a blood system, though, he would most likely have blushed. Giggling, she pointed to the replicator in his office. "May I? The replicator in the shuttle and our quarters didn't work and I'm dying of thirst. I haven't drank anything for the last hours" Odo gestured for her to help herself. "Thank you."

She stood up and walked to the alcove in the wall. "Computer, Y/N Alpha One, 200 millilitres." She had made her own drinks and food list and stored it in the computer, with a little help from Chief O'Brien, since what she normally got from her replicator didn't taste nearly as good.

With glass in hand, she returned and sat down opposite Odo, who eyed her. "So I guess Bajor wasn't so to your satisfaction."

She sighed and took a sip. Instantly the slight scratching she had been feeling for hours now stopped. "I wouldn't put it that way." Odo frowned, obviously confused. "Explain, please." She rubbed her face. "Bajor itself is beautiful. I think the problem was more with Nerys."

Odo sat up straighter. "With Kira?"

"Don't get me wrong," Y/N hastened to add. "I love her to death and marrying her was the best decision I ever made. However, I felt she was trying to get too much out of everyone." Odo now seemed even more confused. "Isn't it the desire of every newly married couple to have a perfect honeymoon?"

"Perhaps. But I had hoped that we would just enjoy our time together. Nerys seemed tense and nervous so often, though, that I'm afraid she didn't enjoy those weeks as much as I did." Her gaze was fixed on the floor, her lips pressed tightly together. All at once, she felt fingertips gently slide under her chin and lift her face. Odo had come around the table and was now squatting in front of her. "What makes you think things would have been better on another planet?"

"Maybe the fact that we would have been further away from Ds9? Nerys checked her padd for messages every hour. Maybe the fact that she got at least three visits from Kai Winn? I honestly don't know." She bit her lower lip. "On the other hand, she looked so amused, pleased and proud when she showed me her home. Like a child showing off her constructions."

"See." smiled Odo, stroking her head before standing up and sitting back down behind his desk, "Not so bad after all." She heaved another sigh. "I never said I personally didn't enjoy the honeymoon. It was wonderful for myself. I learned so much about her culture, her religion and about her life in general. It's just that I felt Nerys had taken on so much that she couldn't enjoy it herself."

Odo nodded slowly. "Do you feel better now? Now that you've talked that off your chest."

"Somewhat, yes." She smiled at him. "Thank you Odo."

"You're welcome. But now," he leaned forward. " I would like to have some details." Y/N laughed. Who would have thought that Odo was such a gossip?

"Well, the first few hours were the most relaxing, I think." She took another sip of her drink. "We had this beautiful house right by the sea and near a small town. It was wonderful, really. However, I noticed that Nerys was getting restless after a few hours, probably because she really needed to stretch her legs, so we went into town because there was a market going on."

She sighed and Odo tapped his chin. "And let me guess, it didn't go well." She laughed. "Yes, it did, actually. Nerys bought me a beautiful traditional Bajoran toga and introduced me to culinary cuisine. However, then a young man, maybe twenty years old at most, thought he had to make a stupid comment." She shook her head. "Nerys didn't think it was funny." Odo chuckled roughly. "I can imagine that. Is there anything left of him?"

"Yes. But she was pissed off. It took all my strength to keep him alive. I can't afford to have my wife arrested on the very first day of our honeymoon." Despite the seriousness of her words, she had to smile. She couldn't help it. The words "my wife" still caused butterflies in her stomach.

"Understandable." Odo snorted in amusement. "I would have hated to invade your honeymoon to take her out of it." Y/N laughed out. "Could you have imagined the conversation between us though? 'Hey Odo, I know we're on our honeymoon, however Kira killed an idiot in the market and I'd need you to bail her out of jail'." As she spoke she kept being interrupted by her own laughter. She was obviously overtired.

Perhaps it was because Odo was already close to his regeneration cycle, however, he gradually joined her laughter until they were both barely able to stay on their feet. Y/N even had tears running down her face and was gasping for breath.

"How did I know you'd go first to Odo- what's going on here?"

Y/N and Odo slowly caught themselves and looked up. Nerys had apparently stepped into the office during their laughter and was now looking at them with a confused smile. "Are you all right?" Y/N tried to suppress a rising laugh. "Yep." However, she then made the mistake of turning back to Odo. As soon as their eyes met, they both burst into unrestrained laughter. Y/N had to cling to the table to keep from falling over.

"Okay?" Nerys pointed to the door. "I'll just go then, shall I?"

"No, honey, wait!" panted Y/N, trying to calm herself with even breaths. "I- I'll come with you." Still giggling, she turned back to Odo, who was also slowly getting his laughter under control. "We- We'll talk more tomorrow, yes?" Odo simply waved, gesturing for her to finally leave. "See you tomorrow."

With that she grabbed her wife's hand, oh how she loved saying that, and led her over to the promenade deck to the turbolifts, still giggling.

"Level 11," Nerys ordered, leaning against the wall in amusement. "I don't know what you did, but I don't think I've ever seen Odo laugh so hard."

Y/N grinned broadly. "I have a natural talent for making people laugh." Nerys laughed out. "Of course."

"Ha, see!" She pointed at the Bajoran. "You laughed."

" Shut up," Nerys muttered, pulling her close by the waist and pressing her lips to her wife's. This successfully silenced her, even when they disengaged she only had a dreamy smile on her face. The turbolift stopped. Nerys gestured her arm towards the door. "After you, dearest."

~**~

Sighing, Y/N crawled under the covers of their bed and snuggled into her pillow. "I'm so tired, I probably could have even slept in Odo's bucket." Nerys laughed out and slipped under her own blanket. "And I'm sure he would have let you do that."

"He loves me," she murmured sleepily and Nerys pulled her close to press a soft kiss to her temple. "Not as much as I love you," she whispered before wrapping her arms around Y/N's waist and pulling her close, sighing contentedly. There was silence for a few moments, but Y/N couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Nerys?" A soft "Mhhh," was the reply. "Did you enjoy our honeymoon?" Silence. Then the rustling of duvets was heard and Nerys had sat up, leaning on her elbows and looking at her anxiously. "But of course. You didn't, did you?"

"No! No! I've enjoyed it very much. It's just-" She bit her lip. It was stupid, why had she had to bring it up? "You always seemed so tense and nervous and worried about Deep Space Nine. I was afraid you didn't like it."

"Oh," Nerys gave out, sitting up properly to take her face in her hands. "Oh darling, why didn't you say that before? I could have saved you all that worry." Sighing, she pulled her closer. "Of course I enjoyed our honeymoon. I was able to devote two weeks to just us, of course I enjoyed it. It's just- I'm not used to doing nothing for two straight weeks. I grew up during the occupation, so we didn't really have time for that. But I really enjoyed it. And I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't." She kissed her tenderly. "How can I make it up to you."

A sly smile spread across Y/N's lips. "Dinner tomorrow night in our quarters followed by a bath together." Nerys laughed and kissed her again. "How about I add a massage on top?" Y/N began to beam and dropped into bed, pulling Nerys with her. " Nothing I'd like better than that."

They stared lovingly into each other's eyes for a while before Nerys grasped the intiative and leaned forward to kiss her softly again.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

#kira nerys #star trek ds9 #ds9 #odo ds9 #star trek #fanfics #odo #kira nerys x reader #major kira nerys #female reader #odo being an awesome friend #we all should have an odo #I want an odo #odo's bucket ( guest appereance)#my works

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 years

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AO3 (9) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight

all that kindred eyes can see (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Teachers Dan and Phil figure that they could quite easily keep their relationship secret while working at the same school. It's only for half a year after all. But the keen eyes of a trio of friends soon start to pick up on little hints and clues. It's a good thing the students mostly just want to admire their love and figure themselves out along the way.

A Right Wrong Number (ao3) - husbants

Summary: Dan texts the wrong number after going on a date. Lucky for him, the wrong number is a kind man named Phil. And then they keep texting.

A Strange Mirror (ao3) - glowingatmosphere

Summary: Dan felt safe escaping to the attic of his grandma’s house, until he found a strange mirror with a strange man trapped inside. The man refuses to reveal the details of his entrapment, but Dan’s feelings urge him to solve the mystery even if it’s the last thing he does.

baby, if you wanna try (ao3) - sunflowerwitches (orphan_account)

Summary: wearing jewellery doesn't work in phil's favour when he sees friends that he hasn't seen in a while and they automatically assume he's engaged. engaged to dan

can we try again? (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: “Yeah, Phil. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Dan answers, softer than he’d wanted because he already knows what he’s about to do next.

(or Dan doesn't turn up in 2009 and bumps into Phil 11 years later at a youtube convention)

dreamed about you (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: Firstly, Dan was 29. How was that a mature student?

Secondly, his actual book was on the university fucking syllabus.

(or the one in which Dan tries university again in a desperate attempt to prolong his procrastination, and his lecturer Phil is apparently something of a fan)

i AIM 2 b w/ u (ao3) - counting2fifteen

Summary: Dan’s life is a little bit of a mess. He met his only friend through a chat website, and Dan doesn’t even know what he looks like. The only person he’s ever come out to is said friend. He’s wasting his gap year away.

But hey, at least there’s that cute boy he met at London Pride.

Important Dates in History (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: Dan’s spent his gap year spinning his wheels; stuck working at Asda and living at home, the only thing really going for him is his new best (online) friend AmazingFilly. Even though Dan’s only come out to himself and Filly, he decides to travel to London alone for his first Pride. When he meets a gorgeous boy who asks him on a date, Dan takes the plunge. Thank god he has a best friend to talk him through his fears as he takes on his first potential relationship.

ink and alice (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan joins a band instead of going to university, and then he meets Phil.

In my arms I’ll catch you (ao3) - det395

Summary: When their space pod unexpectedly loses power, Dan and Phil must prepare for the unknown as they start drifting toward an alien planet

Just Let Me Adore You (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: Dan didn't know what to expect when he agreed to go to Switzerland with his brother to 'find themselves' again. But he certainly wasn't expecting a massive snow storm to pass by and completely shut down any roads, train stations, and airports. However, when the snow gets worse, a mysterious man stumbles into the hostel he's staying at, and Dan figures out pretty quickly that he and the man are going to have to get to know each other fast.

Keep You Like An Oath (ao3) - SoManyRegrets

Summary: Dan and Phil accidentally get married. It doesn't cause an international incident, but it might as well have done.

kiss me in the dark tonight (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan's selling merch for a local dj and crushing on the dj's brother.

Maybe (ao3) - dvp_95, intoapuddle

Summary: They’re only friends but when Dan wants more, Phil gives it to him.

my heart will howl (till you pull it off the ground) (ao3) - islet

Summary: Dan caters to his wanderlust by driving them from London to France, Phil ponders the idea of marriage, and nobody wins at this game of life, after all.

The Art of Progress (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: In 2011, YouTube experiences an unfortunate malfunction and Dan and Phil make a choice. A year later, the consequences of that choice begin to reveal themselves...

Third Degree (ao3) - sierraadeux

Summary: Dan sets fires. Phil puts them out.

When I Fail (You'll Still Be Here (ao3) - parentaladvisorybullshitcontent

Summary: “I'm showing you the past,” Phil says.

“Why?”

Phil shrugs.

“If I told you it'd sort of defeat the purpose,” He says. “Sorry.”

Or the one where Dan's inner Phil decides to take him on a dream-tour of his failings.

where we belong (ao3) - parentaladvisorybullshitcontent

Summary: "Only you," Martyn says.

"Only me what?"

"Only you could end up stranded in the middle of nowhere with a gay author who writes gay books. Jesus Christ, Phil."

In which Phil is snowed in with nobody but the mysterious dark haired author next door for company.

with a bullet (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: phil returns to his room after a party thrown by his housemates only to discover that there’s already someone in his bed

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #ao3 #ao3 masterlist

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[ shock ] – for the sender to recoil a bit in shock at how quick the receiver latches onto them in a moment of high emotion, before returning the affections. (ushijima and tendou, high emotion of just tendou being tendou bvfhdb) (okay fair warning i'm going to send you a bunch, you by nO MEANS have to answer them all this is just a buffet for you to pick whatever you like from bvsjhbv) SENT BY @pridewon LANGUAGE OF HANDS PROMPT

tendou did not ease into his interactions with ushijima. when he is fifteen & a little angry & a little desperate & hungry to be himself —- he does not go slow. when he is fifteen, tendou slides into his place on the shiratorizawa team. he isn’t a starter yet, but he is quick to establish himself as a threat. he bows the first time he started a guessing streak, &

he never goes slow. but in the beginning, he let himself disappear until he had proof that he is a worthwhile asset. it’s a nice feeling, being a threat &

then tendou snakes into the space he carves for himself. on the court, he volunteers to run extra drills. he wiggles his fingers in greetings to those he teams up with. he pretends that his stamina is unending. he mutters complaints to whoever stood beside him about drills in a joking presupposition of camaraderie. he cheers when it feels right.

with his fellow first-years, tendou interjects himself. he drums his fingers on semi’s shoulders when he creeps up from behind & reports that he watched a video of a concert in singapore that got weird, like a horror film. he presses his hands on top of leon’s head to give himself leverage to read over the other’s shoulder —-

& with ushijima ? tendou slides next to him at the cafeteria, punctuating his presence with a hip bump before settling back & marveling: ‘ man, wanna make a bet ? ‘

with time, tendou scaffolds things he already knows about himself by making himself inevitable. & by second-year? third-year? he is inevitable —

tendou’s eccentricities & impulses are to be expected. tendou settles into himself throughout high school & refuses to marry himself to a future, to not living (or playing his sport) as he wants so

tendou retires from volleyball.

tendou refuses to settle, generally speaking. in the process ?

he settles even more into himself, & — granted, he’s not the best at communication. when he moves to france, tendou loses track of time zones & how often he texts, but . . .

ushijima still gets a consistent irregular splurge of emoji-filled texts from tendou. with these messages, tendou checks in & reports films he’s seen & comments on matches that tendou watched for ushijma. they’re aging out of high school & into their careers; the fact that they are still friends seems to add validity to their friendship, as far as tendou is concerned. this does not erase the fact that their opportunities to interact in person are few —- it’s been a while since they’ve seen each other, & ushijima has just moved to europe for an international team &

tendou invites himself to visit. ushijima waits politely at the train station for tendou’s arrival, &

tendou spots ushijima’s back before ushijima spots him —- & maybe tendou behaves a little too familiarly, with a little too much disregard for boundaries because nowadays ? his boundaries are few.

so : he thinks a proper hello ( & a little bit of a jump scare ) should be the draping of arms over ushijima’s shoulders from behind. tendou props his chin on ushijima’s shoulder, & his eyes gleam with curiosity & he doesn’t

even stop to think that this type of touching is nothing that they used to do. tendou has always been tactile, but embraces were something reserved for games or jest.

tendou thinks ushijima might elbow him in surprise, but that’s fine.

he makes a popping sound with his lips & laughs finally to announce himself. ‘ did i scare you ? ‘

#pridewon #117. tendou #1. question #boOM I DID ONE FAST SDFG #did i edit well enough uisdhfg who is to say

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New John/Jen chapter;

Jennifer snaps her gum at the self checkout counter of the grocery store. Swiping the organic pepper stash sets her screen awry. She messes with the sleeves of her green hoodie, with its ‘are you a good witch or a bad witch’ text on the front.

“Oh my god,’ she taps the screen, trying to avoid awkward conversation with the clerk, ‘hi. Hello. I’m not trying to rob you I just want to scan these and pay…”

The older man can’t be bothered to turn around and address her before swiping his badge. The trick returns the screen to his regularly scheduled program.

“Thank you,” Jen chucks her peppers into the bag and lifts the cookies next.

“Jen,” John sighs through her name as he takes the checkout beside her.

“Really?” She nearly throws her cookie bag as she pivots away from no one in particular, “There are three empty ones behind me. Go scan your dog food there. And your-,’ she pauses to read the label, ‘protein shakes. Uck!”

Jen purposefully reaches for the shakes in her cart, tucking them behind her sparkling water.

“Can we talk?” His screen beeps in utter normalcy, glitch free as he swipes each barcode across the machine.

“No,’ she gawks, ‘I’m in the middle of something-.”

“The cherry flavor is better.”

“See,’ she turns, water placed on her own machine, ‘it’s this!”

“What.”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion. Though, the fact that you just said a red colored flavor is better than green apple-.”

“You’d take opinions from a blind man.”

“Oohhh,’ she chuckles angrily, ‘you wanna go there?!”

“Yeah,’ he pauses to face her, ‘let’s talk about, how I barely had 24 hours to get my shit out of your house before my position was filled.”

“First of all,’ Jennifer lifts a finger and snorts through her own remarks, ‘I’ll be the judge of positions and how well things get filled. Second! You left me with your mom on Thanksgiving!”

“Don’t bring mom into this.”

“You left me,’ she lifts the water with a struggling huff and her curls falling over her eye, ‘with your psychotic parents-!”

“Who were nice enough to invite you over for Thanksgiving-. I wanted you to meet them-!”

“They we’re arguing over whether or not our baby would be green as if we’d create a fucking Elphaba together- DROP IT!” She tugs her drinks away from his aid, plopping it onto the bag stand.

John steps back as his eyes flicker only momentarily from blue to yellow over her scream, returning to his own station to finish his cart.

She sighs, regretting her scream now that people are watching and blows the bangs from her forehead, “That’s it? You fire me up, make me scream and then leave?”

He grins, paying for his bag, “I’m not going to take that bait.”

“It’s not,’ she stops herself adds the potatoe to her stash and takes her own credit card out, ‘it wasn’t…bait.”

John sighs again, “Jen, believe whatever you want to believe. I can’t talk you out of it or share my side without us fighting so let’s agree to disagree.”

Jennifer tugs her first two bags aggressively, “That your parents were out of line?!”

“They were. That’s not what I’m arguing.”

She scoffs and tugs her cart forward, waving her Captain America mint container, “Then what are you trying to say? I’ve waited over a year for an apology-.”

“That I am sorry, Jen. I’m sorry things got crazy. I had a mission-.”

“I know.”

He sighs as she steps ahead, “I didn’t want to leave you, Jennifer. I wanted to marry you.”

“Marry me?” She nearly screams out in the parking lot, pausing in front of a line of cars, “That’s what you call prioritizing NASA and ignoring your girlfriend literally crying in your mother’s bathroom-. You know I didn’t turn green for a week?! A week! John!”

“I’m sorry,” he keeps pace with her.

Jen beeps to unlock her car, shoving her purple uniform to the side after opening the trunk, “Your dad insulted me. You heard what he said about us.”

“I wanted to defend you!”

“You couldn’t. And why? Because space was more important.”

He lifts her waters to lay them in her trunk, “I’m not going to ramble off reasons because they’re just excuses.”

“No! It- Oh,” she pauses.

“I love my dad,’ he shakes his head, ‘but John Jameson Senior is intense. He’s wrong about heroes. And he’s wrong about you.”

Jennifer bites her cheek, taking it easy while he loads up her car for her as if it’s a game of Tetris.

She’s liking the service at the moment; Something akin to a groveling.

“And if things were different,’ he continues, arranging her fragile vegetables on top, ‘if I had been able to propose that night, I never would’ve asked you to change who you are. Or to cut back on work in favor of being a ‘housewife.’ you’d still be a lawyer. You’d still be the hero. And we’d have those two kids we always talked about. Who aren’t green for the record.”

She huffs and rolls her tongue over her cheek.

“And even if they were,’ he shrugs, ‘it wouldn’t bother me. I’m sorry you waited a year to hear that.”

Walters checks her phone when it dings, reading a message from an unknown number.

“What’s wrong?” John asks due to her facial expression.

“Nothing, it’s just Bruce.”

“Is it Ross again?”

Jen waves the phone as she half shrugs, “He said not to text him back so yeah. Said he’s safe in Chile….”

John nods and checks back in on the lawyer by making uninterrupted eye contact.

She exhales and gestures to her car, “Look, John. I’m. I’m cooking for two tonight and I’d love to say; come over, let’s forget the past and start over-.”

“-But you need space.”

“No,’ she taps the phone against her palm, ‘I’d need to cancel dinner with Patsy.”

“Ah. Patsy.”

“It wasn’t a date.”

His eyebrows lift.

Jen narrows her focus, “I was just curious about-…you know what, you don’t have to answer.”

“Mary isn’t in the picture,” he fills in her thought.

“Oh,” she fails at pretending she’s sad, “So in theory, you could come over later?”

“I could.”

“Like, around,’ she dips a knee and tilts from side to side, ‘8? 6? I mean I’m off today so, in about an hour?”

“I can be over as soon as 3.”

“Perfect,” she instantly regrets her quick tongue, rapid forgiveness and the butterflies pooling through her gut.

John grins, biting his lip over the phone dinging, “Bruce again?”

“No,’ Jen swallows more intensely, ‘Patsy. She’s gonna, be…”

“Pissed.”

“I um…She doesn’t have to know right away. If she knows then Nikki knows, which means it’ll get to Pug and pretty soon Greer will be calling me for answers. Let’s just..keep this on the, you know. We don’t need everyone knowing our business.”

“Your dad wants me dead.”

“No, no,’ she scratches her head, ‘the situation might’ve just left a really bad taste in his mouth. So, I’d need to rotate my uh…I’ll see you in an hour?”

He salutes with two fingers, “One hour.”

#shehulk #jennifer sue walters #john jonah jameson iii #jen walters #Jennifer Walters #patsy walker

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simthorium · 1 year

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“Dude, where are you going?” Miles Jr. asked as Ruben snuck out the back. Ruben quickly turned around, then pulled his cousin under the stairs. “Do you have to be so loud?” he growled. “I just need a little space, ok?” “Are you skipping class? I know things have been rough at home, but this isn’t the way to go, man,” Miles Jr. said. Ruben shrugged. “Fine, whatever,” said Ruben. “Be a tattletale for all I care. I’m stressed and need a way to relax. Is that a crime?” Miles Jr. thought for a bit. “Need some company?”

Ruben and Miles Jr. sat outside in the back of the school building on the benches by the soccer field. Ruben pulled a joint out of his hoodie pocket and lit it. “Whoa man, what the hell?” Miles Jr. said, startled. “Shut up, I got some for you too,” Ruben said, lighting the second joint. “Mutually assured destruction, right?” “That’s not a very good plant,” said Miles. Jr. Ruben rolled his eyes and placed the joint in his cousin’s hand. “Just shut up and smoke, dude.”

After a few minutes, the high began to settle in. Miles Jr. had never smoked weed before, but he was starting to understand why people did it. “My parents are so lame, man,” Ruben said. “This whole legacy shit is lame! What, so I have to be a prisoner in my own home and have kids with my same eye color just some old dude a hundred years ago said so? What gives?” “Yeah, that sucks,” Miles Jr. said slowly, his eyes closing. “What were we talking about again?”

“What if I don’t want kids?” Ruben said with a sigh. “What if I don’t want to get married to a girl? They ever think of that?” “You don’t want to get married?” Miles Jr. asked slowly. Ruben shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t know,” he sighed. "It’s whatever, man. Just forget it.”

“I definitely wanna get married,” Miles Jr. said after a long pause. “I just don’t think girls like a guy with a big belly.” “At least that’s something you can change,” Ruben said bitterly. “What?” Miles Jr. asked. “This stuff is too strong, man. I think I need to call my mom to come get me.” “Cool it, ok?” Ruben said. “We’ll walk to the gas station, get some twinkies, and head home. Sound good?” Miles Jr. nodded his head so slowly, he almost fell asleep. Ruben stood up and helped his cousin to his feet, and the two kids walked off.

#Zarro legacy #generation 7 #Ruben #Miles Jr #school #spoiler alert: we got our first queer heir folks

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Papa Peña (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: Married life with Javier has its fair share of surprises. This one was the most unexpected. When Javier insists working with the DEA isn’t safe for you while carrying a baby, you take a sabbatical... in Laredo, Texas.

W/C: 7.3k

Warnings: language, pregnancy, morning sickness, angst but also fluff, labor, the whole thing, this fic revolves around pregnancy so that’s the whole thing here. reader is implied to be American or at least not from Colombia.

A/N: okay hiiii I’ve been working on this for a while and it turned out longer than I expected but I’m rlly rlly proud of it! I hope you guys like it!! apologies if the formatting is a little weird, tumblr hates writers I guess bc they won’t allow more than 250 text blocks

Well. Two lines on a pregnancy test was an unexpected twist to your day.

You’ve been with Javier for several years now, and married for just over one of them. The man had never been the marriage type, as evidenced by running out on Lorraine just before the wedding, but you’d changed that. From the first time he kissed you, Javier knew he could never leave.

Working with Javier at the embassy was how you’d met, and you’ve thoroughly enjoyed the job in your time there. You’d made friends with the agent when you were both transferred within about a month of each other. The two of you got the hang of things together, sat together at lunchtime. You each had your respective partners, including Steve, Javier’s latest partner, but something had always been present between the two of you.

It grew until neither of you could hold back anymore. You’d become a couple, at first discrete, then in public. The approval process was annoyingly long, but it was worth it. The biggest surprise you’d ever had from Javier was when he got down on one knee and proposed to you.

The diamond on your finger stunned the whole embassy. You knew who Javier was before you; you’d witnessed it yourself. But he’d committed himself to you, and you couldn’t be happier. The wedding was not long after the engagement, and now here you find yourself at another milestone: you’re pregnant.

Javier knocked on the bathroom door. “Cariño, let’s get moving or we’re gonna be late.” You were too astounded to respond. Silence filled the space between where you sat on the toilet and Javier stood outside the door. “Babe? Is everything okay?”

Words seemed to evade you, but you tried. “Yeah,” you’d squeaked out.

That’s surely not okay. Javier opened the bathroom door, and his eyes widened almost comically as he walked to the toilet where you sat and recognized what you were holding as a pregnancy test. “Uh- is-is that…” Javier stammered, looking at you as if you’d confirm that it was surely all a joke.

“Yeah, and uh…” you looked down at your stomach, then back up at Javier, a bolt of panic running through your body. “I’m pregnant.”

You thought you were at a loss for words; at least you could speak. Javier fell to his knees, surely wrinkling his gray dress pants. His hands fell to your knees, his face absolutely astounded and nearly expressionless, other than the shock in his eyes. “Did- I, we didn’t-”

“We must have, Javi,” you shook your head, showing him the little strip to prove it.

You’d discussed the possibility of having kids, but never so soon. Certainly not while you were both stationed in Colombia, not while Escobar was still a threat. Javier looked up at you, eyes watering. “Do we wanna… do you wanna get rid of it?”

“I-I don’t think so, Javi,” you said with a watery smile, clutching his hands. “I want to have a baby with you. Now.”

Javier’s frown turned into a smile, the tears dripping down. “Okay. Okay, yeah, we’re having a baby. You’re gonna be a mother,” he laughed incredulously. “I’m going to be a father.”

“And a legitimate one!” You teased, smacking his arm and making him laugh and his head fall into your lap.

His tears stained the edge of your bathrobe, laughing and crying into the cloth. “How about that?”

The day at work was filled with stolen excited glances, sneaking smiles and kisses in passing. Even Steve noticed something was up. “We’re going over Escobar’s latest massacre and you two are fuckin’ giggling. What is it?” Steve asked, his blonde mustache turning down with a frown.

“Nothing, Steve,” you insisted and adjusted your reading glasses on your nose.

“Nothing my ass. I’m not an idiot,” he insisted, turning to Javier instead. He knew he was more likely to get the truth out of his usually blunt partner. “What the fuck is up with you two?” He asked the man, stealing a cigarette from his pack.

Javier smacked his hand away but let Steve take it, lighting his own. “Mind your own fuckin’ business, Murph. Married things. Sure you and Connie would be like this if she worked here.”

“I tell you everything, Peña-squared,” he said to the both of you, jabbing a pen into Javier’s side. “Tell me.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Steve,” you rolled your eyes and stole the pen from his hand, slamming it on the desk. “Not everything needs to be your business.”

Javier shook his head and stood from where he half-sat on your desk. “Coffee, babe?” he asked you.

“Decaf, please,” you said, a knowing smile on your face. Javier gave one back and walked away.

The next problem was the nature of your job. There’s no way you could be in the field pregnant, Javier had insisted, and in reality, you had to agree. It wasn’t safe, especially not with the recent bombing campaign Escobar had been on.

You’d discussed ideas over dinner that night. You’d taken two more tests, just to be sure, and both came back positive. Javier ordered a pizza and the two of you cuddled on the couch, nestling into each other and talking about your future over the loaded, extra-cheesy (by your request) slices.

“I don’t want to tell people now, though,” you frowned. “I can’t be that far along. I only missed one period by a couple of weeks.”

“And we fuck so much it would be impossible to know,” Javier shrugged nonchalantly, making you laugh and butt your head into his arm.

“Stop that.”

“Stop fucking you? Okay.” He shrugged, as if it would mean nothing to him.

“Javi!” You whined, but you couldn’t be happier. Laughing, you bury your face in his chest. “But I guess to be removed from the field, the best thing to do would be to work from the office or from home. But then I’m a sitting duck. Escobar is getting bolder, we don’t even know if he’s going to break his own rules.”

Javier looked over at you, an odd look in his eyes. “You have an idea,” you commented, suspicion forming on your own face.

“Well, it’s becoming worse and worse lately. What if you went back home for a while?” “If we went home,” you insisted and shook your head.

“No, I’d need to stay down here. There’s no way I could leave right now,” he shrugs.

This made you frown, crossing your arms. “There’s no way you could leave your pregnant wife,” you said pointedly, staring him down. “I wouldn’t go back to the States without you, Javi. There’s absolutely no way.”

“You said it yourself, cariño,” he pointed out and shook his head. “It’s getting unsafe down here. The city is becoming a mess, and I couldn’t send you anywhere else in the country without you being in more danger.”

He was right, and you knew it but you hated it. “Then I’ll stay around here.”

“We’re just blocks from the embassy. That’s probably the next target, and it’s unsafe, you’re right. We can talk this over, but I think the States is the best bet for you. Your hometown. I just want you and the baby to be safe, querido.

Resting your head against his shoulder, you took a deep sigh and looked up at him. “Javi. I don’t wanna go anywhere without you.”

He tilted his head for it to rest upon yours. “What if I was there for the birth, though? Just… you’d go home for the pregnancy, and I’d come there a month before they’re due.”

“What if the baby comes early? I was somewhat early, not a premie, but early. Genetically speaking, that could-”

“There are too many hypotheticals,” he cut you off. “I get that. But there are a lot more what ifs surrounding you being around here than there would be at home.”

“I’m not giving birth without you there, Javi,” you told him, frustrated.

“You won’t, amor,” he shook his head and kissed your forehead. “I would move heaven and earth to be there when the baby is born. But think about the safety factors.”

Sighing, you closed your eyes and let yourself fall into a lying position on his lap. “I don’t know, Javi.”

Javi nodded, stroking your bare arms in your tank top. “I know. What if…” He pauses for a second, scheming.

“Oh God.” “Don’t ‘oh God’ me,” Javi teased and tapped his fingers rhythmically against your arm. “What if you went and stayed with my dad? The air is nice and clean out there, plenty of land, very relaxing. He’d love to have you, I’m sure.”

The idea did sound appealing, you had to admit. A small smile crossed your face as you remembered the Peñas’ ranch, the crickets at night and the horses braying excitedly to see Javier. “I love that farm.”

“I know you do,” he chuckled. “There’s nowhere you’d be safer. Nowhere I’d have better peace of mind knowing you’d be staying.”

The Peña ranch was still an image in your head, the creek in the back that was coveted by the other farmers, the baby chickens and ducks that followed Chucho like he was their mother. Chucho’s dog, Diablito, who slept on the porch and barked at the rooster’s crow every morning. “I don’t hate that idea.”

“We can talk about it,” Javier smiled and adjusted the strap of your shirt, making sure you were comfortably covered. “But I don’t hate it either.”

Rolling over onto your back in his lap, you looked up at him with a grin. “Why don’t we tell him we’re expecting first?”

The call was met with great excitement from Chucho. He was clearly thrilled but held his normal composure, but Javier was sure he could detect the sound of his father getting choked up at the thought of his son having a child.

A few weeks passed of working at the embassy, and you stayed in the building every day. No more field work; you’d delegate it to Murphy or a lesser agent. Your partner was the first person you told, and he made sure to keep it under wraps for you. He’d make excuses and take someone else in your place.

Then the morning sickness began. It wasn’t just in the morning, as the name implies; you’d vomit randomly, into the nearest trash can or bolting to the bathroom. That’s when Javier decided it’s time.

“Cariño,” he mumbled, wiping your face with the crappy toilet paper in the women’s restroom. “I think it’s time for you to go back to the States.”

Your face was sweaty and your breathing was quick, forcing yourself not to expel any more of your stomach’s contents. “Javi, I don’t want to leave you,” you whimpered as you sat back on your heels, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Hey, hey.” Javier tenderly wiped the vomit from around your mouth and then the sweat from your forehead with another piece. “I don’t want to leave you either, but it’s for the best. You know Pops is going to take great care of you.”

You nodded and your head fell against his shoulder, then and there on the tile of the embassy bathroom. “I think you’re right. Think we gotta tell the bosses then. I just….” your eyes plead as you look at him.

“Hey. How about I fly you home then come back?”

That idea is good. You nodded and rested your forehead against his shoulder, appreciating the cold of the floor through your nylons. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He nods and kisses your forehead. Javier stood then helped you up, squeezing you in a gentle hug. “I love you. I am so, so proud of you. You’re amazing, you know that?”

His words made you look away and smile, but he kissed your forehead and tilted your head up to his. “You are. You’re going to be the best damn mother the world has ever seen.” He kissed the bridge of your nose. “I’ll set up a meeting with the bosses for later today. You go eat something bland.”

Two weeks later, the plane touches down in the McAllen airport. You clutch Javier’s hand as the landing bounces rock the plane, squeezing his fingers tight enough he thinks he might lose circulation. “All good, we’re on the ground,” he murmurs to you with a small smile.

As you disembark the plane, your eyes scan the crowd and grin as you spot a mid-height man with grayed hair and aviators. “Chucho!” You call excitedly and break from Javier to run to your father-in-law.

“Ah, mija!” He laughs and embraces you in a hug, his worn hands scraping against the back of your shirt. “So good to see you. How’s the little one?” He asks as he pulls away to admire your tiny baby bump.

“Hi Pops,” Javi grumbles.

Chucho tsks at his son. “This little lady is carrying precious cargo, tonto,” Chucho laughs and places a large hand over your belly. “Ah. It’s going to be a girl. I can just tell.”

“She’s barely far enough to show, Pops,” Javier rolls his eyes.

“Don’t sass me, Peñita,” Chucho chides and takes your bags. “No carrying things. You’re already carrying the most important package,” he smiles and gives your stomach a soft pat.

The ride back to the ranch is two hours. Javier gets the front seat and you sprawl out in the back of Chucho’s truck, dozing in and out of sleep. You catch bits and pieces of the Peña men’s conversation.

“As much as I’m glad she’s here, you shouldn’t be leaving her like this.”

“You’re the only damn person I’d trust her with. It’s not safe down there and you’d hate me if I didn’t bring her up here, where it’s safer.”

“You could stay with her.”

“And take that long without pay? My benefits are shit.”

That makes you frown, but sleep overtakes you not long after. When consciousness finds you again, the topic has changed.

“I’m not gonna be a good dad.”

“You’ll be a great dad.”

“I have a body count higher than most serial killers, in both meanings.”

“Well, she chose to marry you. And to have a kid with you. She has good sense. If she thinks you’ll be a good father, she must be right.”

Sleep finally disappears as the truck stops and you sit up to find yourself on the ranch. The sight makes you smile, the open fields, the dusty dirt road, the old barn and most importantly-

“Diablito!” Javi calls as he gets out from the truck, Chucho’s spitfire dog running into his arms and jumping excitedly. “Oh, beautiful girl, look at you,” he coos, petting her back and scratching her belly. She spins in circles, but perks up when she sees you, then runs in your direction.

“Dia, sit,” Chucho commands before she can jump on you. She doesn’t sit, but rather rolls onto her back so you can pet her tummy.

“That’ll work too, I suppose,” you laugh and scratch her belly.

The night is spent peacefully, settling you into the spare room that used to be Javi’s as a child. Your belongings go in the drawers you’d like, you arrange the guest bathroom perfectly. There’s a plush queen bed, one that certainly wasn’t Javier’s, and plenty of room. When you’re unpacked, you sit on the edge of the bed and look at Javi. “Well, home for the next few months.”

“Hey, don’t look so sad,” he frowns and comes to sit at your side. “I’ll call you every night. Pops will take great care of you. It’ll go great.”

“I’m gonna miss you,” you whimper and rest your head on his shoulder, eyes welling with tears.

“I’ll just be a phone call away.”

“And a seven hour hour plane ride.” You bury your face in his chest, breathing in his scent and trying to memorize it. “I know it’s for the best. I just wish it didn’t have to be.”

“Me neither, amor,” Javi nods and kisses your forehead. “Can I have a second with the baby?” He asks you, pushing you from his chest.

With a sniffle, you nod and Javier gets on his knees on the ground to the side of the bed. It’s chilly in Laredo, and he lifts the sweater you wore to preserve heat. “Hola, mija,” he murmurs to your belly.

“We don’t know if it’s a girl yet, Javi,” you sniffle.

“My dad always knows, babe. It’s a girl.”

You laugh at him, resting a hand in his soft hair and stroking it. Javier kisses your navel, hands gently cupping the barely-there bump. “Your mamá y abuelito are going to take the best care of you. I won’t be here for all of it, but I promise I’ll be here when you come out, okay? Then I’m never leaving you again. Ever. Not for two seconds, I swear. You want to go to a party? Papi is coming with.”

That makes you laugh again, bending down to kiss his forehead. “I love you so much, Javi. You are going to be such a good dad.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know about that one, but I’ll sure as hell do what I can. I love you and your mamá more than this life, and I’m gonna go catch Escobar so mommy doesn’t have to later.”

Oh, Javi. You chuckle quietly, stroking his head as his fingers stroke your belly. “I want the world to be yours, muñequita. I will do whatever it takes for you.”

Your eyes water and you stifle another sob. Javi stands again and wraps you in a hug. You rest your head against his belly this time, clinging to him desperately. Too many emotions overwhelm you: hope, love, fear, agony, even loss for the man who you love being so far away during this.

Chucho knocks softly on the open door and you both up. “I made cocoa,” he says awkwardly.

Nodding, you wipe your eyes and give him a week smile. “Thanks, Chucho,” you tell him, your voice conveying the gratitude you have for him.

He’s still awkward as he watches. “Anything for you two. Is… everything alright?”

Javier kisses your head and you loosen your grip. “Just a lot of emotions,” he tells his father, rubbing your back as your face buries in his chest again. The two men share a look, and it’s understood between the two what the other is thinking.

Chucho wanders over and embraces the two of you. “Javier, you keep your dumb ass out of danger or I’ll kick your ass enough for the both of us,” he tells his son. “You know she’ll be well cared for here. And you, mamacita, need to relax a bit. It’s bad for the baby. And your husband.”

You chuckle at that and lean into him. “Thanks.”

He nods and pats your back. “Of course. Now come get some cocoa before it gets cold. I made it the way Peñita likes it.”

“Pops,” Javi groans. He hates the name. Chucho just laughs and slowly shuffles out of the room.

That night in the bed is the last that you can hold Javier, so you take full advantage of it. When it comes to sleep, neither of you are big cuddlers, rather reserving that for when you’re awake. Tonight, your body is practically attached to his, and Javier willingly cuddles back. His arm is around you and your head rests on his chest, nuzzling him unintentionally when you move your head.

In the morning, Javier wakes early. He showers and shaves, gets dressed and packs the small bag he brought with. Chucho knocks on the guest room door and you answer in your robe, eyes already watering. He doesn’t say a word, just envelopes you in his arms and you gladly hug back. The tears are barely held back, but when Chucho kisses the side of your face, whiskery mustache brushing against your skin, they finally fall.

When Javier is ready, he kisses your forehead one last time and takes both of your hands. “Don’t let him boss you around,” he insists, which makes Chucho snort. “I love you and the kid more than anything. I promise I’ll be extra safe, extra cautious, and I’ll be here when the baby’s born. Okay?”

Nodding, you try to respond but no words come out. You just bury your face in him for the millionth time, trying to hide the tears from him. They soak through his shirt, but he doesn’t mind. Javier rubs your back, and when you lift your head, he wipes your tears. “Don’t act like you’re going to prison,” he teases. “I promise Pops isn’t that bad.”

“Javi,” you roll your eyes and kiss him goodbye. “Just be safe.”

“Díos mío,” Chucho frowns. “He’s not going to war, princesa.”

You breathe in and out deeply. It’s true. Javier’s made it this long in one piece and he’s competent enough to continue. “I love you,” you tell him, making yourself smile a little.

“I love you too,” he reminds you and brushes your tears away. “I’ll be back before you know it. You just keep growing the baby.” “I don’t have much of an option otherwise,” you chuckle and wipe your own face. “Go, you two.” The men nod. They’re so similar, Javier and his father. Stoic to others, but good-natured and certainly loving. Protective. Chucho’s heart of gold was passed down to his son. They hang their head in the same way as they walk, though Chucho’s gait is much slower and deliberate now. Javier blows you a kiss as he walks through the door. You smile and blow one back, then sit down on the stoop. Chucho’s dog lazily lopes through the front door and sits down next to you. You give her a scratch behind the ears.

The sun is just beginning to rise over the ranch, the rooster preparing to crow. The dusky sky turns slightly warm and you admire the beauty, and the old truck as it rambles down the dirt road. Once they’re out of your sight, you hug Diablito and cry.

“Chucho!” You shriek from the front porch.

The old man bolts from his seat and makes his way outside with the most urgency he can muster. “What? What is it?” he asks, though his panic is broken by the smile on your face.

God, you’re teary. This pregnancy has only heightened your already intense emotions. “They’re kicking,” you laugh excitedly, standing and clutching your rounding belly.

He puts his hands on your stomach too, waiting and staring at your- well, Javi’s old- flannel. It takes a moment, but the baby kicks again and Chucho gasps in delight. “Well I’ll be damned,” the old man murmurs, stroking your belly and beaming. He looks up at you with love in his eyes. “Never thought I’d see the day Javi’d have a baby. Well, a legitimate one,” he chuckles.

“That’s what I said!” You laugh and put a hand over his.

The baby kicks again and Chucho lets out a whistle. “She’s her daddy’s. Feisty.”

The smile on your face matches the way you shake your head. “We don’t know yet, Chucho.”

“I always know, mamacita,” he chuckles and pats your shoulder, wandering back inside into the air conditioning.

Your spot on the porch, complete with iced tea and a rocker, makes you chuckle. On your seat rests your current hobby: knitting. The sabbatical was, honestly, more boring than you’d expected. Chucho refused to let you help around the ranch, insisting that rest was the best thing for you. Instead of the hard work, you’d weed the garden, feed the chickens, take Diablito for walks and trips into town.

You’d been his pride and joy when Chucho first took you out to dinner, at a chain restaurant that was the fanciest in Laredo despite being complete with paper tablecloths. The town recognized you; you’d gotten married here, but Chucho made sure he introduced you to everyone again.

“¡Ven aquí!” was a term you heard him use often, roping his friends into coming over and saying hello. “This is Javi’s wife. She works at the Embassy down there too, but she came up here for a while. Tell them why, chiquita!”

You’d announce you were expecting and the women would coo, and the men would make some comment about Javier’s promiscuity before you. None of it was really surprising. You’d laugh and thank them as they congratulate you, but their faces would fall at the idea of you being apart from your husband while he works in a fairly dangerous zone. “It’s his job. I could barely leave it; he definitely can’t,” you’d chuckle sadly. “He’ll be here before long. When the baby’s due.” This happened nearly every time Chucho would bring you to town, or to a wedding, or to Mass despite your not being Catholic.

Three months of this life pass. Three months without Javier, three months in the tiny town that loses its charm the longer you stay. Various hobbies are scattered throughout your room, things you’d tried to pick up: painting, writing, learning guitar on Chucho’s old six-string. Gardening had proved most successful, and you enjoy the fruits and vegetables you’ve been growing. You even get a large jalapeño off your pepper plant the day before you get to learn the sex of the baby.

The next day, you rise excitedly and phone your husband. The phone, his office one, rings for a bit before he answers. “Peña,” he drones, exhaustion in his voice.

“That’s no way to greet your wife on the day of the sex reveal,” you laugh, and Javier’s tone instantly brightens.

“Sorry, amor. How are you? How are things going?” He asks, sitting up a little straighter and casting a somewhat forlorn glance at your now empty desk.

“Good. The baby kicked for the first time yesterday,” you chuckle. “Weird feeling.”

“I’d imagine,” Javier laughs and exhales a drag from his cigarette. “Aren’t you bored up there?” he asks.

Sighing, you lean against the kitchen wall. “Oh, yeah. Really bored, actually. Picked up knitting.” “You hate knitting.”

“Not anymore. Not when I have so much free time to spare,” you laugh. “What should I knit you, huh? Nothing too warm, not for living down there.”

He rolls his eyes, but you know he’s smiling. “Hey, what else is there to do? If it was up to your father, I’d be on bedrest.”

Javier shakes his head and stubs out his cigarette. “I suppose. Call me after the appointment, okay? I gotta run, but I love you.”

“Love you too.” The call is cut short after your goodbye. The brevity of the conversation saddens you, leaves you a little upset, but you force yourself to buck up and wait for Chucho by the door. “Come on, Pops,” you call out into the house.

“¡Cálmate!” Chucho responds and wanders from the room, cuffing his jacket he picked for the brisk morning. “I’m a weak little old man, mamacita,” he teases dryly. “Give me some time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you tease and walk alongside him out to the truck.

You discovered that day that you were, indeed, expecting a girl.

The news thrilled both you and Chucho, and Javier when you called him shortly after. The plane ride was long, but Javier insisted he fly up to spend the weekend with you. “We don’t have that kind of money, Javi,” you insisted.

Murphy stole the phone from Javier; you could recognize him by the twang in the following words. “Not a problem. Connie and I are paying for it.”

“Steve!” You exclaimed, shaking your head.

“No, no. That’s expensive, don’t worry about it.”

“Javi’s moping around here like a puppy with his tail down. He’s coming up for my sake, kid,” he chuckled and handed the phone back to Javier.

The rest of the week felt agonizingly long as you waited in utter boredom. There were baby chicks hatching, which filled your days just admiring the fluffy little things. You read the news every day and kept on knitting the scarf you’d decided upon. When Friday approaches, you become antsy.

“Sit down,” Chucho insists.

You’re pacing the room, checking the clock every few minutes. Javier will land at 9 tonight; it’s currently still early afternoon. “I’m going to go walk Dia,” you tell him and wander outside, calling for the dog. Diablito comes to your side and trots along as the two of you walk through the ranch, following the little stream then returning back and wandering about the barn.

There’s an odd noise outside, and you make your way out of the barn to find a car driving down the dirt road. It’s not Chucho’s, but it’s not entirely out of the ordinary; the ranch gets visitors every so often. You and Dia head back towards the house to find out who it is.

Like most cars around here, the car is caked in dirt, though it holds a slight sheen of something freshly washed. It’s a newer model, you recognize. More specifically, it’s a car, not a truck like everyone around here has.

When the door opens, you actually shriek. Javier’s here early. You run to him, throwing your arms around him and not giving a shit about the way your growing belly presses into his abdomen. “I thought you wouldn’t get in ‘til late!” You laugh, burying your face in his neck.

“Surprise,” he chuckles, pulling away to push back the denim jacket and admire the baby bump beneath it. “Look at that,” he murmurs breathlessly, his eyes finding yours again and grinning. He kisses you softly, then turns to see his father on the porch. “Ah, she hasn’t killed you yet.”

“Some days I fear she’s getting there,” he grumbles and hobbles down the steps. The two men embrace then Javier returns to your side. “I gotta run into town for some incidentals. Need anything?” he asks.

“Yeah, if you could grab my refill of folic acid, that would be great, Chuch,” you say with a smile. He nods and mentally marks it down as he walks to the truck.

Chucho spends plenty of time in town, allowing you and your husband to catch up. Javier’s hands never leave your belly, too enraptured by the feeling. When the little girl kicks, Javier’s eyes water and he looks at you in utter shock. “She’s feisty.”

“Doesn’t let me sleep much,” you laugh and rest your head on his shoulder.

“I guess I could apologize for that. I did create this whole situation,” he shrugs.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” you grin at him. “This is what we wanted, right?”

“Right,” he nods and kisses your head.

As much as you want to spend time with your husband, the baby has been keeping you up at night. “Would you mind if we take a nap?” you ask him, almost nervous or ashamed to ask the question.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he laughs softly. “That plane ride kicked my ass. A nap sounds great.” So the two of you curl up in the bedroom that’s slowly turned from the guest bedroom into yours. Your belly is pressed to Javier’s, so that he can feel the movements nearly as much as you can. It’s soothing, being with him like this again.

When Chucho returns later, he’d expected to find the two of you in some state certainly showing that you’d fucked. Peeking in the open bedroom door and seeing the two of you curled together and sleeping, he chuckles. You fell asleep as soon as he left, he supposes, and he meanders to the living room to take a nap for himself in his favorite chair.

The weekend is spent with Javier at your side, your husband never leaving you for more than a few minutes. You appreciate it, clinging to him equally. Much of Saturday night is spent in the comfortable bed you’ve been sleeping in.

“We gotta start thinking about names,” you murmur as you look down at him. His head rests on your belly, an ear pressed to your navel.

Javier smiles and nuzzles your belly with his nose. “I suppose we should.”

Your fingers trace his scalp, ruffling the dark hair. “Well, is there anyone we want to name her after?” You ask him. “Anyone who’s meant something to one or both of us?”

Javier ponders that for a moment, his eyes slipping shut. You wonder if he actually fell asleep. “Nothing off the top of my head. There’s nothing good for Chucho,” he chuckles.

You nod. “I suppose that’s true. How about… Stephanie?” You tease. “Little Stevie?”

“Absolutely not. That motherfucker has a big enough head already,” Javier shakes his head, making the both of you fall into a fit of giggles.

When you’ve calmed, Javier resumes his pattern of rubbing your belly. “I’m not entirely sure yet. I guess we have time,” he shrugs.

“True, but you’re here now,” you shrug in return and cup his chin, making his deep eyes look up at you. “I wish you could stay.”

“It’s not much longer, cariño, I promise,” he reminds you, kissing your round and bare belly. “Then I have all the time I want with my two girls.”

“Yeah yeah,” you chuckle dismissively. “Maria is pretty. I’ve always liked Maria.”

“Maria is pretty,” he nods in agreement. “Can we do Alejandra for her middle name? For my mom?” He asks quietly, eyes looking away from yours.

He rarely talks about his mother. She passed a while ago; speaking of her makes him emotional, a rare quality in Javier Peña. “Of course,” you murmur, scratching the back of his neck.

There’s a period of quiet, filled with emotion. Javier’s surely thinking about his mom and being carried away. You’ve been tired all day from the excitement of the day before and the silence makes you yawn then shift in bed. Javier follows your body and keeps his ear pressed to your belly.

The silence continues, neither of you sure what to say. You try your best to stay awake, you really do, but your sleep has been so volatile lately that you take any chance you can get.

Javier says nothing, but you’re sure he can tell. He knows you well. He rubs your thigh, letting his body relax too. The pattern on your skin is enough and you fall asleep with your husband pressed to your stomach.

In the morning, a name rings in your head. You wake up with the word bouncing inside your brain, and as soon as Javi shows signs of life, you gently wake him. “Javi. Javi, baby,” you whisper loudly.

He groans and rubs his eyes. “Huh?”

“I have a name idea,” you tell him, pushing his mussed hair from his forehead.

“And what is it?” He asks, looking at you with dazed but warm eyes.

You grin. “Francesca.”

He nods a little, thinking it over. “Pretty name.”

“We could call her Franny. Isn’t that cute?” You ask, fingers tracing the side of his face and kneading his cheekbone.

Javier gives you a sleepy smile. “How about Frankie?”

The idea didn’t hit you, but you gasp and clap a hand to your face. “Frankie,” you coo, loving the name and the idea. “Oh my god, how perfect. Francesca Alejandra Peña. Isn’t that beautiful?”

Nodding, Javier kisses your face softly. “That’s our girl.”

The next three months are as endless as the first three.

You adore Chucho, but it’s not the same. He adores caring for you, watching you grow his grandchild, but he can’t treat you the way he did with Ale when she was carrying Javier. That would just be fucking weird, and you both acknowledged that and laughed.

The same goes for you. Chucho is wonderful, but he’s not your husband, not the father of your baby. It’s a bittersweet moment every time a milestone occurs. Javier has to miss all of these moments.

You knit and knit and goddamn do you knit. Little pink sweaters for Olivia Murphy, whose mother sends you photos of her wearing it in return. Socks for the baby. A hat for Chucho on the chilly days in the barn.

Your garden comes along wonderfully. All of the plants bloom and bear fruit. They’re even ready for harvest ahead of the normal time thanks to your careful care. Javier’s much less excited about your jalapeños than you are, but you let it slide.

Javier spends many late nights awake in Colombia, dreaming without sleeping of you and the baby. What would happen if you were still here. What would happen if he was with you. There are too many hypotheticals, too many things for Javier to ponder while wondering if he’s a shitty husband for doing this to you. Wondering if he’s going to be a good father, or at least an okay one. He’s not sure.

You call him twice a day now. You’re endlessly glad the two of you are in the same time zones. You can call him at 4:30 when he’s getting ready for work and go back to bed, then call him after the work day is done. It’s convenient, you must say, and Javier is always excited to pick up the phone.

Baby bump fashion is not a thing on the Peña ranch. Primarily, you wear t-shirts and flannels of Chucho’s and Javier’s, remaining inside during the neverending heat. The best nights are the rare ones it rains, when you and Chucho sit on the covered porch and watch the dust become mud. The rain on the roof makes you miss Javier that much more.

He planned on coming when you were two weeks before your due date, but you insisted he come a whole month before it, just for safety. That extra time came in handy. Without it, Javier wouldn’t have been there.

Javier arrives home on one of the rainy days in Texas. You and Chucho wait nervously by the gate, supporting each other: you holding up the increasingly frail Chucho, him holding up your heavily pregnant self. The baby bump is massive. You truly look ready to pop.

When Javier emerges from the gate, Chucho has to hold you back from sprinting to him. He comes to you first, trying to hug you but laughing at the difficulty that comes with your large stomach. “Look at you,” he chuckles in amazement, holding your belly softly. “She’s getting big in there.”

“She is,” you laugh and turn so Javier can hug you from behind. It works much better. He kisses your face and moves out of the way so the rest of the passengers can deplane.

He’s only home for a few days before the moment comes. You’re lying in bed, in the middle of the morning, lazing with your husband on a Sunday morning. Light falls through the curtains onto his face and you laugh at something he said. The normally stoic man can be endlessly carefree and funny when he’s not obsessing over work.

A gush comes from between your legs. It’s like you’ve peed yourself, but that’s never happened, and- your eyes flick up to Javier’s. “I think that was the water.”

Javier flies into action, standing up and quickly pulling on a pair of sweatpants over his boxers, adjusting his t-shirt. “Okay, let’s get you to the hospital,” he says, frantically grabbing his belongings from the room.

“Javi,” you laugh softly. “Isn’t it supposed to be when the contractions are a certain length apart? I haven’t had any yet.”

“Why are you so fucking calm?” He marvels, sitting you up in bed and helping you slide into your slippers. “No. I don’t want to see you in pain, we’re getting you the epidural before you even have any contractions.”

Ever the doting husband. You chuckle and kiss his cheek. “Javier. Calm down. Let’s take our time. I’ll be okay,” you remind him.

Javier shakes his head. “Jesus Christ. No, baby, we need to get you in now.”

There’s no use in arguing. You know it’s for the best, and you know there’s never a time you can change Javier’s mind on such an important matter. He wraps a flannel over you and helps you waddle out of the bedroom. “Pa!” Javier calls into the house.

“¿Qué?” Chucho shouts in response.

“Her water broke!”

The old man flies into action too, surprised to see you so calm. The two men cart you out to the truck and help you into the backseat. Javier sits with you and takes your hand. “If you have a contraction, just squeeze as hard as you need to. I got you.”

“Thank you, babe,” you laugh and nod. “I’ll be- fuck,” you wince as the first contraction hits. “Oh, that’s weird,” you grunt. You involuntarily squeeze his hand and Javier nearly gasps.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, just-“

“Javi, I know it’s okay,” you snap. “I love you, and thank you, but I’m not feeling anything too intense yet. You just relax, love. I do the work from here, okay?”

It’s always been hard for Javier to relinquish control. You both know it, and there’s usually no way around it. Even though it isn’t his body going through this process, he feels as though he needs to help. You’ve already done the hard work, everything except the impregnation. He wants to help, desperately, but he can’t. With a sigh, he nods and remembers he can’t do much now. “Okay. Just let me know what you need,” he tells you gently.

Labor eventually does get painful. It takes a long time, a long day that ends around midnight with a tiny, dark-haired baby wailing the second her mouth met the air.

You cried of pain but now you’re crying of relief as you see the little thing. She looks so weak, so pathetic, a limp little rag doll, but she’s gorgeous. She’s yours. You bury your face in Javier’s already tear-stained shirt and cry.

The nurses take the baby away for vitals and the immediate post-birth process, but they told you right away that she looks completely healthy. The relief makes Javier cry too, squeezing you tight with love and admiration and joy.

“We did it, Javi,” you whimper into his skin.

“You did it, corazon,” he murmurs and kisses your head, hugging you back.

The nurses return with a white bundle, capped with a tiny hat. “Congratulations. She’s all healthy and beautiful,” a woman says as she cradles the baby. “She’s all yours.”

“Come here,” you tell Javier and scoot over in the bed so he can sit next to you. He does exactly that, and for the first time, you hold the little bundle.

She has her father’s hooked nose; it’s the first thing you notice. It makes you laugh which makes tears form in your eyes, admiring her beautiful face and dark hair. “She looks just like you,” you whisper to Javier and scoot closer so he can see her.

“No, all I see is you,” he shakes his head and pushes the blanket back, gasping at the soft skin beneath his worn finger pads.

“You’re ridiculous,” you laugh. “Look at her nose.”

Javier shakes his head but his fingers trace the tiny little thing, feeling the hook of her nose. “Hm. She’s certainly a Peña.”

Nuzzling your face into Javier’s neck, you pull her closer to your chest. “Now Chucho isn’t the only Papa Peña, hm?” You tease, and Javier gives a watery laugh, the tears sliding down his worn face.

“I guess not,” he agrees and wipes the sweat from your forehead. “Look at her.”

“I am, Javi,” you tease and nod. “Francesca Alejandra Peña. Chucha?” You ask jokingly.

“Absolutely not,” Javier snorts and kisses your forehead before bending down and kissing the forehead of your tiny daughter. “I love my Peña girls.”

“And we love you, Papa Peña,” you chuckle and steal a kiss from his lips.

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