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My Girl [Chapter 18][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife?

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 7K

Warning: Age gap, cursing, pregnancy, childbirth, mention of vomit

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Three Years Later

“Mrs. Seresin?”

You turned with a smile on your face. “Yes?”

“Doctor will see you now.”

You nodded and pushed yourself up out of the chair. At thirty seven weeks pregnant, that alone was a feat. “Come on peanut,” you said to Ellie.

She looked up with a grin and closed her book. Ellie loved joining your ultrasound appointments, especially when, like today, Jake couldn’t make it.

In the room, you laid down on the table and pulled your shirt up, bunching it under your bra. The doctor sat down on her beige rolling stool and gave Ellie a smile. “How you doing, Ellie?” he asked. “How’s school?”

“Good!” she said cheerily, eyes trained on the screen. Dr. Mason grabbed the abdominal wand and pressed it against your basketball-sized bump.

“Alright, let’s see here,” he murmured, scooting in closer. “Baby’s measuring great, around eight pounds. That’s a healthy little man in there,” he said and you smiled. Ellie stood up and came to stand next to the bed, her eyes zeroed in on the baby on the monitor. “How are you feeling? Any Braxton Hicks?”

You shook your head. “Not really. Can’t sleep at all and my heartburn makes me want to burn buildings down but other than that I’m alright.”

He laughed. “Heard that before.”

“Do you think I’ll make it to my due date on the ninth?” you asked quietly.

“Well,” Dr. Mason said, “babies tend to come when they want. But I don’t see anything that would make me concerned for an early delivery.” He pulled the wand off of your belly and wiped at the leftover gel with a tissue. “That said, take it easy. And if you have any sudden symptoms like increased heart rate while stationary, or if you feel light headed, I need you to call my office, OK?”

Ellie’s hand came out and grabbed yours and you squeezed it reassuringly. “Don’t worry, peanut,” you said softly. “Your little brother and I are going to be just fine.”

***

“Dr. Mason said everything is good,” you murmured, running your fingers along your expanded belly.

“That’s great to hear honey.” Jake’s voice was a little crackly on the phone.

“Any more info on when you’ll be home?” you asked.

“Still nothing,” Jake said quietly, “but I’m hoping next week. Can you two hold on that long for me?”

The baby kicked and you rubbed the skin over that spot. “We’re doing our best.”

“How’s Ellie?” he asked.

“She’s good. Phoenix took her to a movie this afternoon and she and Bob made dinner together which was really sweet.”

Jake sighed. “I miss her. And you.” He paused. “All three of you.”

You smiled. “We miss you, too.”

There was a beeping in the distance from Jake’s end. “Sweetheart, I gotta run. I love you, I'll try to call you when I can, OK?”

“I love you too,” you whispered. “Be safe for me.”

“Always am, honey. Goodnight.” And then the line clicked and he was gone. You sighed, leaning back against the bed, waiting a few moments to psych yourself up enough to get out of bed and go downstairs for a snack.

In the kitchen, you started to pull out an assortment of foods from the fridge — pickles, leftover pasta, an orange — placing them all on the dark granite counter. As you went to close the fridge door, you jumped. “Shit!”

Bob stood behind the door in a pair of pajama bottoms and a long sleeve shirt, his hair slightly askew. “Sorry!” he said, hands in the air.

You let out a breath and leaned one hand against the counter. “It’s fine, just didn’t expect you.”

“I heard a noise, wanted to check and make sure you were OK.”

Jake had asked Bob to stay with you and Ellie while he was on his three-week deployment. He had put in a formal request to defer the mission, but it was declined and he reluctantly went, pressing a kiss to your forehead in the doorway the morning he left, with tears in his eyes. He was terrified to miss a single moment of your pregnancy. You had told him it was fine, you would be fine. But the truth was, you were terrified, too. You didn’t have to tell him that, however. He didn’t need that added stress. You had simply told him that you loved him, and you would see him soon.

You smiled and opened the pickle jar, digging out a fork and stabbing one.

“I’m fine,” you murmured. “But thanks for checking.”

Bob nodded. He turned to leave, but you stopped him.

“Bob?”

“Yeah?”

You stepped forward and pulled him into a hug the best you could with the belly. His hands wrapped around you carefully, like you were going to break. That’s how all of the daggers treated you, even Rooster. Hugging you while you were pregnant was like holding fine China. “Thank you,” you whispered against his shoulder. “For staying. For everything.” You pulled away and wiped at your eyes. “We couldn’t have done it without you.”

Bob smiled. “It’s no problem, Natalie.”

“Seriously,” you said, brushing away the hormonal tears. “Not sure how I got so lucky, but I did.”

“It’s what you do for family,” Bob said quietly and you almost broke down into tears again.

But you stifled them back and gave him a grin.

“Goodnight, Nat,” he said softly, turning toward the door.

“Night, Bob.”

You leaned over the kitchen counter, eating your midnight snacks. Once the pregnancy was confirmed, you and Jake had tearfully sold his old house, upgrading to a larger one with enough room for Ellie and the baby and a spare few bedrooms for when the daggers inevitably fell asleep on your couch. You missed the wrap-around porch and the memories from the old house, but Jake had slid his arms around your waist, rested his chin on your head as you watched the movers pack up the last boxes and murmured into your ear, “We’ll make new memories, baby. Any place I’m with you is home.”

***

It started in the middle of the night. One minute you were asleep, the next you were sitting straight up in bed, a shooting pain rippling across your midsection.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, leaning over and grabbing your phone to check the time. 2:05 a.m. You leaned back against the pillows, waiting for another pain to strike. Fifteen minutes later, you felt the rippling pain again.

Hauling yourself out of bed, you slid on a robe and eased the door open, wandering down the long hallway to the very last door and knocking gently before pushing it open.

“Bob?” you whispered.

The aviator jolted awake, sitting up and reaching for his glasses instantly. When he spotted you in the doorway, frazzled, he stood up immediately and crossed the room. “Natalie? What’s wrong?”

You grimaced. “I think I’m having contractions.”

“Shit,” he muttered, running a hand down his face. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I’ve never done this before, but yeah, I think so.”

“OK.” Bob jiggled his leg for a second. “I’m going to call the Admiral, see if he can get word to Jake’s squad and get him released. You go get your bags packed and wake up Ellie.”

“We shouldn’t leave until they’re like five or six minutes apart,” you said. “That’s what the books tell you.”

“Got it. In that case, you get your bag packed, leave it in your room, I’ll bring it downstairs. See if you can go relax and I’ll come check on you once I’m off the phone, will let you know what they say.”

“Let’s let Ellie sleep,” you said softly. “We can wake her when it’s time to go.”

Bob nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

He turned to grab his phone and your voice stopped him. “Bob?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

Bob pulled you into a hug, his large hands warm on your back. “I know. You got this, mama.”

The sun peeked its head over the horizon as you groaned, tossing your head back against the couch. Bob was frantically running around the house in his socked feet, trying desperately not to wake Ellie as he gathered your bags and loaded them into his truck, packing snacks in the kitchen, trying repeatedly to get in touch with Jake’s squadron.

You bit back a moan as another contraction ripped through your side, eyes scrunched, when you felt the couch jiggle next to you.

“Mama?” Ellie’s tiny voice pulled you out of your haze and you opened your eyes.

Ellie sat in her red pajamas on the couch cushion, her feet tucked up beneath her, worry across her face. “Hey peanut,” you murmured.

“Is the baby coming?”

You nodded. “Yeah, he is.”

Her mouth formed a little “O” shape. “What should I do?”

You and Jake had talked extensively about what to do to prepare for the baby. He had been so excited, mapping different routes to the hospital depending on the time of day. Jake had his overnight hospital bag packed since your sixth month, just waiting near the door. He and Bradley had set up the nursery and had gone to the store to stock it with everything you might need: diapers, rash cream, a white noise machine.

Meanwhile, you and Jake had initiated several conversations with Ellie about what it would be like to welcome a baby into the house. You had read book after book about how to add another sibling into a household, and what to do to make sure Ellie felt important despite all of the attention a newborn would undoubtedly take.

What you hadn’t done was explain to her what was going to happen when you went into labor.

You reached out a hand and brushed her hair back softly.

“Have Uncle Bobby help you get a sleepover bag ready,” you said. “One change of clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, underwear. And then some stuff to occupy your time like some books or a game or your iPad.” Her eyes lit up. You and Jake only let Ellie have thirty minutes of iPad time a night in the living room after dinner. “Make sure you bring the charging cord, OK? It’s cold outside, so pack a jacket.”

She nodded and stood up from the couch. As you leaned back against the cushions, Ellie paused in the doorway. “I’m excited,” she said and you gave her a tired smile.

“Me too, El.”

Ellie skipped off upstairs and you looked down at your phone. No new messages. You slid your thumb over the home page and pulled up Cassie’s contact.

“Cass?”

“Nat?” She yawned. “What is it? It’s like six in the morning.”

“I’m in labor.”

“You’re WHAT?” Cassie’s voice was so loud you had to pull the phone away from your ear with a grimace.

“I’m in labor,” you repeated. “And Jake is still on his mission and we haven’t been able to get in touch with him.”

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, her voice a lower, more normal register now. “Honey, we’ll be right there, OK. Brad! Brad! Get the fuck up, we gotta go home.”

“Cass,” you whispered into the phone. You could hear Bradley in the background zipping up suitcases. They were in Santa Barbara for the weekend and you felt guilty they were rushing home, but you needed Cassie. You needed all of them.

You needed Jake.

“I’m fucking terrified,” you admitted.

“I know you are,” she said. “Cross your legs and keep that little boy in there. We’re leaving now, it’s a five hour drive. Bradley!” She shouted. “You’re gonna get us there in four, right baby?”

You heard Bradley’s deep voice on the other end. “Anything for Nat and my little nephew in there.”

You smiled. “I love you guys,” you said.

“We love you, too,” Cassie replied. “Tell Bob to call me with updates, OK? We’ll see you soon, Smalls.”

“Bye, Cass.”

***

Three hours later, the contractions were officially five minutes apart and you called for Bob who helped you into the passenger seat of his truck, Ellie packed up in the back with the bags.

Bob dropped the two of you off at the front door and swung around for a parking spot. The nurses settled you into a L&D room, and you sent up a silent prayer that it was a private room.

“What did the doctors say?” Bob demanded as he stepped through the door, carrying Ellie’s pink duffle bag and your green Goyard tote stuffed with distraction material: books, a bluetooth speaker, a mini chess board, a cooling towel.

You shook your head. “Haven’t seen anyone yet, they’re just getting me prepped.”

The nurse managing your monitors smiled. “You must be Dad.”

Ellie laughed from where she sat on the couch in the corner. You smiled while Bob flushed with embarrassment at the mix up. “No, this is my friend, Bob. My husband is on deployment, we’re trying to get in touch with his squadron.”

The nurse touched your arm gently, looking at you with soft eyes. “Ok, dear, let’s get you hooked up.”

It didn’t matter how many books you had read or the number of birth classes you went to, nothing could prepare you for birth. Not the discomfort of the IV, or the sweeping nausea that caused you to grab the bucket that Bob held out and vomit until you felt weak.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sinking feeling that with every minute that passed you were more and more sure Jake wasn’t going to make it home to see his son being born.

You had just shut your eyes, Bob and Ellie had gone down to the hospital cafeteria to get something to eat for lunch, when you heard a knock on the door.

“Nat?”

Your eyes flew open. Cassie stood in the doorway, eyes wide. “Cass.”

She was on the bed next to you in an instant, her arms wrapped around your shoulders, and you felt salty warm tears rolling down your cheeks, landing at your lips. You didn’t even realize when you had started crying.

Cassie pulled away and wiped at your face. “We made it.”

You laughed. “You’re probably too early. Doctor said I’m only four centimeters dilated.”

“How much is that?” Bradley grinned as he entered the doorway, carrying a vase of flowers. He leaned down and kissed your cheek and then proceeded to make a home for the flowers on the table next to the couch.

You rolled your eyes. “The size of a walnut.”

“Jesus, what kind of small ass head is this kid going to have?” Bradley teased and you laughed while Cassie threw him an annoyed look.

“Brad!”

“Cass!” he mocked and you laughed again. They were perfect together.

“Uncle Rooster!” Ellie launched herself into Bradley’s arms and even though she was eight-years-old now and definitely not as light as she once was he caught her in midair perfectly, spinning her in a circle before pulling her in tightly and planting her back on the ground.

“Hey honey,” he said softly. “How’s my favorite girl doing?”

“We had pancakes for lunch!”

You gave Bob a look and he simply shrugged. “Weird day, Nat. Can’t the kid have breakfast for lunch?”

“Anything goes today I guess,” you sighed.

“Have you heard from the squad?” Bradley asked.

Bob shook his head. “Talked to Mav, but that’s it.”

“Let’s try them again,” Bradley said, walking over to Bob and clapping his hand on the aviator’s shoulder. “We’ll be right back.”

The two men exited the room and Ellie picked up her book, curling back up on the couch. Cassie dragged a chair next to the bed and plopped down.

“Sorry to interrupt your weekend,” you said with a frown.

“Shut up,” Cassie said. “You know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“Because hospital cafeteria food is so much better than the food at the Ritz.”

She rolled her eyes. “How bad is it?”

You shrugged. “Not pleasant, I’ll give you that. I already puked twice. Poor Bob had to hold the bucket for me.”

Cassie grimaced. She hated vomit. “Thank God I got here when I did. Would have hated to see that.”

You snuck a peek over at Ellie before turning your gaze back to Cassie. “What if he doesn’t make it, Cass?” You paused. “I don’t think I can do it alone.”

She grabbed your hand, the one that didn’t have the IV, and squeezed. “He’s gonna make it, babe. Jake would never miss this.”

“What if they don’t get to him in time or he’s flying and doesn’t even get the call?” You were starting to panic.

“Shh,” Cassie said, sitting up and brushing the hair off of your face. “Take a deep breath. If, by some horrible terrible worst last case scenario, Jake doesn’t get here, you won’t be alone. You have me and Ellie and Brad and Bob. And we fucking love you, Smalls.” She smiled down at you. “And we love that little bug in there, so just know you’re not alone, babe. You have a room full of people who love you. You can do this.”

“I needed that,” you sighed. “Thank you.”

Bradley and Bob burst back into the room.

“We have an update,” Bradley said. Your fingers locked onto Cassie’s. “We spoke to Admiral Simpson and they were able to get a call onto Jake’s ship. He knows you’re in labor and they’re making plans to lift him out as soon as possible.”

“Thank God,” you muttered.

Another contraction started to build in your midsection and you groaned, leaning forward. Bob immediately reached for the bucket and Cassie’s eyes widened into saucers, pushing back in her chair. You grimaced, a small moan leaving your body, and once it was done you leaned back, waving away the empty bucket.

��I’m fine,” you panted.

Bradley stood in the door, frozen.

You laughed a little at him. “Bradley, what did you expect?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, didn’t really think about it too carefully if I’m being honest.”

“How about you and Cass take Elle home for a bit?” you asked. “It’s gonna be a while. Maybe watch some TV, take a nap, come back in a few hours? I’ll call you if anything changes.”

They nodded and you turned to Bob.

“Honey?” you said softly. “You should go, too.”

He shook his head, glasses slipping down his nose slightly. “I’m not leaving you alone.”

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “I’m asking too much of you to be here the whole time.”

Bob looked exhausted. You could see it in the bags under his eyes, the frazzled way he kept running his fingers through his hair. But you also knew he wouldn’t leave you there by yourself.

Bradley clapped his hand on Bob’s shoulder. “How about this? Floyd, you go home with the ladies. Take a nap, take a shower, make some dinner. I will stay with Mrs. Seresin over here.” He winked at you. “How’s that sound?”

Relief flooded your body. Cassie reached over and kissed Bradley and Bob acquiesced, grabbing his car keys from the side table. Ellie approached the bed and laid one hand on your belly. You reached over and stroked her hair. “Bye, sweetie, go have fun with Aunt Cassie and Uncle Bobby.”

She nodded and followed Cassie out the door. Bob shot you one final look and you smiled at him reassuringly.

Bradley settled into the chair that Cassie had pushed away a few minutes earlier.

“Just you and me, Smalls,” he said. Bradley had adopted the nickname Cassie had for you.

“You didn’t have to stay,” you murmured.

“Jake would kick my ass if I left his girl alone giving birth,” Bradley said. His warm eyes locked on yours. “He’ll make it, Nat. I promise.”

“He’ll never forgive himself if he doesn’t make it back in time,” you whispered. “I know him. It’ll tear him apart.”

Bradley shook his head. “He’ll make it.”

You nodded before another contraction started and your face scrunched up in pain, fingers tightly gripping the white hospital bed sheets.

“What do I do?” he whispered, panicked.

“Give me your hand,” you groaned and Bradley stood up, inching toward the bed and you reached out, taking his enormous hand into yours, bearing down until you heard him choke back a muffled yelp.

When it was done, you let go, panting, and Bradley shook out his hand. “Fuck, you should enter arm wrestling contests, Smalls,” he chuckled.

“Sorry.” Your voice wobbled and Bradley caught it immediately.

“Hey.” Bradley wrapped his arms around you from behind, his lips pressing a small kiss onto your temple. You started to cry, softly, as Bradley held you in his arms. “You’re doing so good, Nat. You’re a fucking superstar.”

You sagged in Bradley’s arms. He was the best replacement for Jake that you could think of, but he wasn’t the real thing. Once your tears dried, Bradley pulled away and sat back down on the chair.

“If he couldn’t be here for this part,” Bradley said softly. “I’m really glad I get to be.”

Bradley leaned down and took your hand, pressing a kiss to the back and you giggled. “Don’t make me cry again, please.”

He shook his head. “Never.”

***

The sun was setting by the time Cassie, Ellie and Bob returned. You had progressed to seven centimeters. Bradley had quickly stepped into the partner role, rubbing your shoulders, whispering positive affirmations in your ear through the contractions.

“How you doing, babe?” Cassie asked.

“I’m fine,” Bradley replied and she shot him a look. “I meant Nat.”

You and Bob laughed. Bradley grinned sheepishly.

“I’m fine, guys,” you said. “Hey, El, how are you?” You patted the bed and she slid onto it next to you, one hand on the bump. You looked up. “Do you guys mind leaving us alone for a minute?”

They nodded and left the room. You stroked Ellie’s hair softly.

“Ellie,” you said quietly. She looked up at you. “I just want you to know that your daddy and I love you very much. I know it’s going to be a big transition to have a little brother, but nothing is going to change in terms of how much we love you. Does that make sense?”

She nodded. “I know.”

“We’re still going to do all of our own special things,” you whispered with a smile. “Getting our nails done and going to the beach to eat ice cream. That’s all you and me, kid.”

Ellie’s hand flattened against your stomach. “What are you going to name him?”

You and Jake hadn’t been able to settle on a name. It had been a long debate over the last nine months. “What name do you like?”

She thought about it for a minute. “I like Henry.”

You paused and looked down at her. It was perfect. “I like Henry, too,” you said and Ellie beamed. “Let’s ask your dad when he gets here, OK? But if he’s OK with it, so am I.”

“When’s daddy getting here?”

You shook your head, arm tightening around her middle. “I don’t know, baby. I wish I knew.”

“I hope he gets here soon.”

“Me too,” you said. “Or else your Uncle Bobby is coming into the delivery room with me and that might scare him too much.”

“Can I come in?” Ellie asked.

“I don’t think you want that, honey,” you laughed. “Wait until you have a baby, if you want one. I think it’s something you only need to experience, not view.”

She nodded. “OK.”

Just then, another contraction hit and you winced. The monitor started to beep. Ellie quickly unfurled herself from the bed and stood up.

“Should I get Aunt Cassie?”

You nodded. “Yes, please, honey.”

Ellie tossed open the door and ran out into the hall. You clutched your stomach and grimaced, a few tears sliding down your cheek. You hadn’t wanted to do this alone, without Jake.

The day you found out you were pregnant, you simply sat on the bathroom floor and cried.

It was such a different experience from the time you had taken the pregnancy test in law school. Back then, you had been terrified it would be positive. You knew Sam was wrong for you. You knew your life would be uprooted. You wanted more for your child than the life you were willing to give them at that age.

This time, it was different. You had Jake and Ellie and a life. You and Jake had talked about having kids, but in a casual way. Despite Ellie’s pleas to Santa for a little brother, the two of you had taken a lax approach to adding to your family.

That’s why the two pink lines were such a shock.

You couldn’t even stand when Jake knocked on the bathroom door and found you crumpled on the ground, back against the white wood cabinets.

“Nat?” He rushed to where you were, took in the dampness of your cheeks. “Honey, what is it? What’s wrong?”

You looked up at him. “I’m pregnant.”

Jake’s jaw dropped. In a second, he was crouched in front of you, pulling you into his arms. “Oh my God, Nat,” he whispered against your hair.

He pulled back, his green eyes on yours.

“Are you happy?” he whispered.

“Of course!” you said and Jake let out a sigh of relief, pulling you against him once more.

“We’re having a baby,” he murmured, one hand stroking your back. “I love you so much.”

***

The contractions were getting stronger. Bob’s hands rubbed circles against your back as you leaned forward with a grunt.

“Where is he?” you cried, leaning back with a sob, your eyes filled with tears. It had been five hours since Bradley had spoken with Admiral Simpson. You had expected Jake to be there by now.

“He’s on his way, Nat,” Bob whispered softly, taking a wet washcloth and pressing it to your temple. “I’m sure of it.”

“I need Jake,” you sobbed, eyes screwed shut. Bradley and Cassie had taken Ellie out on a walk. She didn’t need to see this part of the labor. “I can’t do this without him.”

“You’re doing great,” Bob said softly in your ear but you heard the pain in his voice. What he was trying so desperately to hide: he was afraid Jake wouldn’t make it, too.

“I can’t!” you wailed. “I can’t do it without him.”

“Nat, you have to,” Bob insisted, squeezing your hand. You looked at him through the tears. “You have to do this, whether he gets here or not. You’re strong, you can do it.”

You leaned back, the contraction finally ebbing, and shook your head softly against the pillow. “Bobby, I can’t.”

He leaned forward, his blue eyes glued to yours when the door opened. You both looked up eagerly, only to see the doctor.

“How we doing, Natalie?” she asked sweetly and you let out a rough chuckle.

“Awful, thanks Doc.”

She laughed. “I know, but we have to ask. Alright, let’s check how things are going.”

Bob stayed near your head as the doctor sat down near your feet and checked your cervix. “You're eight centimeters,” she said. “Doing really nicely, Natalie. It’s going to happen soon, now. Could be half an hour, could be two hours. I’ll come back to check on you in thirty minutes but the nurse will be in around fifteen minutes from now.” She stopped and patted your hand. “You’re doing great.”

Once the nurse was out of the room, you leaned back and dissolved into tears. Bob held your hand in his, stroking it gently with his thumb.

“Do you want me to get Cassie?” he whispered.

You shook your head. “No. Please don’t leave me.”

Bob squeezed your fingers. “I promise.”

The door swung open again and you turned, expecting the nurse.

A full sob left your lips as you locked eyes with Jake.

Jake rushed to the bed, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your head repeatedly like he was trying to convince himself you were real. “Baby, honey, I’m so sorry. Nat, I’m so sorry. I got here as fast as I could.”

He pulled away, tears streaking down his face. Your fingers reached out to lace around his arm and you pulled him back closer, his lips locked on yours.

“I love you,” he murmured, one hand reaching out to stroke your belly. “I’m so sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”

“You’re here now,” you said, shaking your head. “That’s what matters.”

Jake looked down at you, wiping his eyes. Then he looked across the bed at Bob. “Bob,” he said, walking around the edge of the bed and pulling the other man into a tight hug. You watched as Jake shook as he teared up in the embrace and when they pulled apart you thought you saw tears in Bob’s eyes as well. “Thank you, for everything,” he said softly. “It’s more than I should have ever asked.”

Bob shook his head and looked at you. “You don’t have to thank me.”

You sat up and Bob approached the bed. You pulled him into a hug the best that you could, your fingers soft against the back of his head. “Thank you, Bobby,” you whispered.

“Of course,” he said softly, squeezing your hand as he backed away from the bed. Jake gave him a pat on the back as he rounded the bed, headed out the door. “I’ll let Cass, Brad and Ellie know you’re here.”

“Thanks, Bob,” Jake said softly. He returned back to his spot at your side, hands traveling all over your body: your hair, your arms, rubbing your back, one hand resting on your belly, gold wedding band catching and glinting with the overhead fluorescent light. Jake sighed. “Thank God I didn't miss it. It’s all a blur, baby. One second I was on the ship and then they called me in and said you were in labor and they were lifting me out and I blacked out. I just remember running to my cabin to pack my bag and then running through the hospital doors.” He looked down at his green flight suit. “I’m a little underdressed for the birth of our son.”

You chuckled, just as another contraction started to rip through your abdomen. You hunched forward with a grunt, and Jake placed his hands on your shoulders, whispering to you.

“You got this, honey. You’re so strong. Take a deep breath, baby.”

A small tear slipped out of your eye as you leaned back against Jake. He was so solid. You could do this now. “It hurts, Jake,” you moaned.

“I know it does, baby,” he said and you could see the pain in his eyes. How much it hurt him to watch you in agony. He rubbed your belly gently. “I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, the contraction dying down. “It’s OK, you’re here now.”

The door swung open and a nurse sauntered in, eyes trained on Jake. “Oh,” she said. “You must be Dad, then.”

You nodded. “This is my husband, Jake.”

She gave him a long look and then smiled at you. “Now I see why you wanted him around. Although the guy who was in here earlier was cute, too.”

You laughed through the pain. She lifted the sheet and peered between your legs before looking back up at you.

“Alright, Natalie. Are you ready to have a baby?”

You glanced at Jake. His eyes were glued on you. You smiled. “Let’s do it.”

***

They didn’t call it the ring of fire for nothing.

You had your legs pulled back, fingers tight beneath your knees. You dropped back against the pillows, sweating, and turned your head to the side to look at Jake. He wiped at your forehead with a towel and smiled.

“You’re doing great, baby,” he whispered. “I’m so proud of you.”

You shook your head. “One, Jacob. We’re having ONE baby. This is it, sir.”

The nurses and your OB laughed near your feet and Jake grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “One is plenty, sweetheart.”

Another pain slammed into your side and you hunched forward with a yelp.

“Alright, Natalie,” your doctor said, her head just barely visible past your belly. “It’s time to push. Dad, you’re going to want to see this. He’s crowning.”

Jake let go of your thigh and moved down, his eyes wide. He looked up at you with a massive smile. “I see him!”

“Great,” you gritted. “Can you tell him it’s fucking checkout time?”

Jake laughed as you bore down with a scream, a truly guttural yell, and there was so much pressure you thought you were going to break in two until you saw Jake’s face light up.

“That’s the head,” the doctor said. “Take a breath and then give me another push, Natalie. Ten seconds.”

Jake scrambled back to his place near you, his hands on your leg, and you sobbed, shifting forward, giving it your all. “That’s my girl,” he whispered into your temple. “You got this, baby.”

And then there was relief. And a cry.

You looked down as the doctor held up a squirming baby.

Your son.

He opened his mouth wide in a shrill cry and you started to cry as the doctor lifted him into the air, placing him on your chest. You looked up at Jake as he cut the umbilical cord.

“Henry,” you said softly and Jake looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“Henry?”

You nodded, stroking his tiny arm with your finger. “Ellie and I decided before you got here. Hope that’s OK.”

Jake smiled. “It’s perfect.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to yours. “I love you.”

You were so caught up with the tiny, wiggling, perfect baby in your arms that you forgot to respond for a moment.

“Hi Henry,” Jake whispered softly. “Your mama and I are so happy to finally meet you.”

You broke down in tears, cradling Henry to your chest, Jake’s arm wrapped around you, the three of you with your heads pressed together. When you pulled back, you reached out a finger and wiped at Henry’s cheek gently. “Hi honey,” you murmured. “It’s mama.” You looked up at Jake with a smile. “Thanks for waiting for everyone to get here to start the show, little man.” Jake chuckled softly next to you, one hand rubbing circles on your back, the other resting gently on Henry.

“We love you so much, sweetheart,” you murmured to the now quiet baby on your chest.

You closed your eyes for a split second. And when you opened them again, you watched the way Jake was gazing at his son. You wanted to memorize that look for the rest of your life. Keep it in the back of your mind forever. You’d never get enough of it.

Jake smiled at you once he caught you staring. “You did so good, pumpkin,” he said, lips pressed to yours. “I’m so proud of my girl.”

***

The doctor and nurses took Henry away to get him cleared up, and Jake helped you get changed and cleaned up.

“I’m going to go get Ellie,” Jake said as you sat with Henry asleep in your arms.

A few minutes later, the door eased open and you looked up. Ellie’s hand was slotted into Jake’s, and he led her to the bed slowly.

“Ellie, meet your brother Henry.”

Her eyes flashed brightly and she looked at you. “Henry?”

You nodded. “I think it fits, don’t you?”

Ellie stepped closer to the bed. You nudged the baby in her direction.

“You can touch him gently,” you said and she reached out a small hand, stroking his tiny one. Henry squirmed and Ellie pulled away. “It’s OK,” you said softly. “You’re doing great, honey.”

She nodded and reached back out, slowly petting Henry’s head. “He’s so small,” she said quietly.

You and Jake chuckled. “Yeah, he is,” Jake said. “You were this small once, too, peanut.”

“What’s his middle name?” Ellie asked.

You looked up at Jake. “Well, your dad and I hadn’t actually discussed it, but I like Jacob.”

“Like daddy?”

You nodded. “Exactly.”

“I like it,” Ellie said, her eyes glued on Henry. She slid one finger over his hand and he grabbed it reflexively and she giggled. “He has my finger!”

Jake put his hands on Ellie’s shoulders. “You ready to be a big sister, El?”

She smiled up at him. “I love him already.”

“Us too, baby,” Jake whispered, leaning down and kissing the top of her head.

The three of you stared at Henry for a little while longer, Ellie’s tiny laugh filling the room as she shook hands with her baby brother.

“OK, kid,” Jake said softly. “Let’s go get your aunt and uncles, OK? Let them meet their new nephew.”

Ellie grinned and headed for the door.

“Be right back, sweetheart.”

And then it was just you and Henry, again. He looked like Jake, as much as a baby could look like anything. You knew he would grow up and charm everyone. You wanted him to grow up to be the kind of man his father was. To be the kind of person you had fallen so hard and fast for.

You couldn’t wait to watch everything he would do and all that he would become.

“Knock knock.” Cassie slid the door open slowly, her eyes wide. Bradley and Bob followed on her heels, along with Jake and Ellie, everyone filing into the room in a single line. Cassie wrapped one arm around your shoulder, leaning down and brushing a finger over Henry’s face. “Well, aren't you handsome?”

“This is Henry Jacob Seresin,” you said with a smile. “Henry, meet your Auntie Cassie, your Uncle Bradley and Your Uncle Bobby.”

They were all crowded around the bed. Looking up, your heart swelled as you watched these people who had become such an integral part of your life gaze down at the newborn in your arms.

“Can I?” Cassie asked and you nodded, carefully transferring Henry into her arms. She cooed at him softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “He’s perfect,” she whispered. “You guys did good.”

“It was all Nat,” Jake said. “She’s a superhero.”

You leaned back against the pillows. “When it’s your turn, Cass, get the epidural. I don’t care what anyone says.”

She laughed gently. “Never a doubt in my mind, sweetheart.” Across the edge of the bed, you caught Bradley with tears in his eyes. Cassie must have noticed it too, because her face morphed. “Brad, honey?”

He sniffled and pushed the tears away. “You’re a natural.”

Cassie grinned. “Do you want to hold him?”

Bradley shook his head. “Later. I’m enjoying the view a little too much right now.”

“Ew,” Ellie said and Jake laughed.

To your left, you felt Bob’s hand come down on your shoulder, his fingers squeezing you briefly. “How are you?” he asked quietly.

“I’m good,” you whispered. “Thank you, Robert.” You paused. “Do you want to hold your godson?”

He looked down at you with surprise and then over to Jake who nodded. “Godson?”

“If you’ll accept,” you said.

Bob nodded feverishly. “Of course. Yes.”

Jake chuckled, approaching Cassie and carefully lifting Henry out of her arms. You watched as Jake seamlessly crossed the room with his newborn son in his arms, smiling down at the baby, before gently laying him in Bob’s outstretched hands. Jake helped him cradle Henry’s head, the rest of his body resting carefully in his long, strong arms.

Bob gazed down at Henry with a mystified look that you recognized all too well. It was the way you sometimes caught Jake looking at Ellie. It was unfiltered adoration. Genuine and absolute happiness.

***

Bradley and Cassie had gone back to their house after you finally shooed them away, taking Bob with them. They promised to return first thing in the morning with breakfast.

Jake had taught Ellie how to hold Henry as the two sat on the couch across the room. She treated him like a porcelain doll, and you thought you might never get tired of watching the way she gazed at him. Or the way Jake looked at the both of them.

It was late, and you had barely slept for going on twenty-four hours. But somehow, the adrenaline coursing through your veins made you forget that fact.

So when Jake and Ellie fell asleep on the couch, Ellie curled into her father’s chest, one of his large hands wrapped around her back, holding her close, you couldn’t help but stare at them. How perfect they looked.

And when Henry began to fuss where he sat in your arms, you shushed him quietly, rocking him gently until he was lulled back to sleep.

It almost terrified you, how much you loved the three of them. More than you had realized was even possible.

Holding your newborn son in your arms, watching your husband and daughter — you had officially adopted Ellie the day after the wedding — sleeping peacefully across the room, you felt truly whole for the first time in your life.

You closed your eyes and thanked God it wasn't just a dream.

THE END

A/N: This is the end, folks! Thank you so much for reading this series, I have absolutely adored writing it. I'm definitely happy to revisit Jake, Natalie, Ellie and Henry's lives in the future for drabbles down the road! xx

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sophie1973 · 11 days

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Can we take it nice and slow

A little, smutty oneshot I cooked yesterday.

Mind the tags :)

It is Sunday morning, and Henry is on his third Nutella-covered croissant. David is at his feet, hopeful eyes riveted on the golden pastry. Alex is watching him fondly, careful not to disturb this simple pleasure as he enters his 28 weeks of pregnancy.

(I’m cooking a tiny human, Alex. I’m allowed, alright?)

It has been a harrowing three months, what with the pregnancy being tricky during the second semester, with big words like hyper gravidarium being thrown around. In the end, it wasn’t such a severe condition, but as the doctor called them to let them know and Alex gave Henry the ‘good’ news, the man was hunched over the toilet bowl, puking his guts out and sending his husband a scathing glare, telling him without words but in no uncertain terms where to shove his good news.

The thing is, it’s been three months of vomiting, heartburn, headaches, and back pain.

And no sex. At all.

Alex hasn’t had a good look at his balls lately, but he is pretty sure they are blue—the same shade as his lovely husband’s eyes.

“Alex?”

He puts down the morning paper. “Yes, baby?”

“I want to have sex.”

Alex grins. Sunday morning is suddenly looking up. And hopefully, so is he. “Really?”

Henry takes the last bite of his croissant, rubbing his hands to get rid of the crumbs.

“I think?”

That tempers Alex’s excitement a little bit.“You think, or you’re sure? Because we’re not doing anything unless you are sure, sweetheart. Your health is more important than a tumble in the sheets.”

Henry takes his sweet, sweet time to answer, taking the spoon out of the Nutella jar and licking it clean, and Alex almost lets out a feral growl.

Henry smiles. “I’m sure. I’m horny, and a tumble in the sheets sounds rather appealing right now.”

Alex gets up, and the loud chair scraping startles David, but Alex has other priorities right now. He’ll make it up to the dog later.

“Couch or bed?”

Henry squints at him, his smiles fading quickly. “Do I look like I would be comfortable having sex on the couch, Alex ?”

Alex’s brain freezes. He is painfully aware that the way he phrases his answer is of the utmost importance if he doesn’t want his balls to go from blue to fucking purple.

“You look like you deserved to be worshipped on a bed, sweetheart.”

That does the trick as Henry smiles again, and Alex exhales a discreet sigh of relief.

Gracias Dios y a todos los santos del cielo.

He takes Henry by the hand and helps him up the stairs, pushing the bedroom door and helping his husband get comfortable on the bed. Henry removes his t-shirt and pregnancy pajama pants, wriggling a bit to take off his boxers and Alex chuckles fondly.

Alex promptly removes his clothes, joins Henry on the bed, and leans into him. Their lips join in a tender, smiling kiss, Alex’s hand cupping his cheek and Henry’s fingers tracing his shoulder and biceps.

Even just making out had been complicated for a while. Henry felt too nauseous most of the time, and on the one instance he had felt like trying, he had promptly vomited all over Alex’s lap. Alex loved his husband and worshipped the ground he walked on, but he did not have a puke kink, so that was the end of that for a while.

Right now, though, there doesn’t seem to be any regurgitating mishap on the horizon, so Alex takes full advantage of it and nuzzles his nose against Henry’s cheek. “I want to make you feel good, babe,” he whispers hoarsely, and Henry bites his lower lip, letting out a needy little moan.

“I want you to feel good too, my love, you deserve it,” Henry says, his blue eyes gazing adoringly at Alex, and Alex basks for a few minutes in this intimacy they were denied for the last few months.

With a last aerial kiss, Alex moves back, softly opening Henry’s knees and settling between them, one hand resting reverently on his belly, the other wrapping his hand around Henry’s cock and taking him deep in his mouth, relishing the weight on his tongue and the taste that is so inherently Henry, all the while checking for any sign of discomfort on his husband’s face.

He only finds pure bliss.

He barely has time to do this thing with his tongue, which Henry loves so much that he comes down his throat with barely a warning. Alex chokes and let go of his dick, coughing, and sputtering. He had not expected that, and though he loathes to admit it, he is a little bit out of practice.

“I’m so sorry, oh my God. It’s been so long,” Henry laments with a mortified look.

“Tell me about it,” Alex mutters before looking fondly at his husband. “It’s ok, baby. Let’s take this nice and slow, ok?”

They resume kissing for a while, and Henry puts his hand in his hair, tugging on his curls, and Alex moans in his mouth, letting the sensation and pleasure build again as Henry raises a leg and warps it around Alex's waist. He presses his heel against the back of his thigh, making his demand clear, and Alex is only too eager to comply.

Boy, is he eager.

He grabs a pillow and puts it under Henry’s lower back, but as Alex settles himself between his legs, the young man makes a grimace and lets out a painful groan.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Alex asks because as much as he desperately wants to finally get laid, Henry's comfort is the most important thing.

“I do, just not like that. Help me move.”

He takes Alex’s arm for support and raises himself before turning around and getting on all fours.

“Much better,” he sighs with contentment. “Can you get a towel, dear? I don’t want to mess up the sheets.”

Alex runs to the bathroom, takes the first towel he sees, and brings it back, sliding it under Henry.

“Good?”

Henry nods.

Alex returns to bed, snatching the lube from the bedstand and positioning himself behind Henry. He has a beautiful view of his hole, and he sincerely never thought you could miss a hole so much.

“Hello there, beautiful. I missed you,” he whispers reverently.

“I missed you too, darling,” Henry says, voice half muffled by his pillow,” and Alex doesn’t correct him because, to be honest, he missed the hole’s owner tremendously as well.

He presses a kiss to the rim, and Henry lets out a strangled moan, arching his back towards Alex.

Alex uncaps the lube, squeezing some on his fingers and warming it before opening Henry up, letting his dexterous fingers work their magic if Henry’s gasps and breathless “Ha, ha” are any indication. He coats his dick, aligning it with Henry’s hole, and is about to press when Henry raises his head.

“Alex, wait!”

Alex stops. “What? What? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I just…I thought I wanted to pee.”

Alex tilts his head backward with a muffled groan. Forget blue balls. At this point, his dick is going to fall off.

“Well, do you?”

“No. I’m fine. Carry on, darling.”

Alex can’t help but shake his head and chuckle. There is no limitation to the magnitude of his love for this man.

And when he finally pushes into Henry, slowly and steadily, he almost sobs at how good it feels. He doesn’t want to be a fucking cliché, but it really does feel like coming home.

He sets out a comfortable pace, restraining himself from thrusting too hard, even if his brain and his loins are screaming at him, mindful of Henry and his well-being.

“Harder, love,” Henry pants, turning his head and looking at him with dazed, half-lidded eyes, and Alex doesn’t need to be told twice. He reaches for Henry’s hand, interlocking their fingers as he picks up the pace, apparently hitting the right spots as Henry quickly comes again, untouched, and Alex gives a few more thrusts, feeling his climax creeping up on him, his muscles tensing before white-hot pleasure explodes behind his eyelids. He leans forward, still panting, pressing a kiss between Henry’s shoulder blades.

“Are you feeling ok, baby?” he asks, pulling out and helping Henry turn around and sit back.

Henry smiles blissfully. “Never better, love. Thank you for your patience. I know it’s been hard-”

Alex snorts, and Henry swats his arm. “Don’t say it.”

He presses a kiss on his forehead. “I love you, sweetheart. I’ll be as patient as you need.”

He takes the soiled towel, gets up, goes to the bathroom to throw it in the hamper, and returns with a wet cloth, softly wiping Henry’s thighs and cleft. He throws the towel haphazardly on the floor, not caring where it lands, before getting back and settling with Henry under the covers.

Henry purrs, burrowing himself a bit deeper against Alex, whose hand rests on his distended abdomen, caressing it softly.

“Alex?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’d very much like a round two if you’re amenable.”

“I’m extremely amenable, sweetheart,” Alex grins.

This is going to be a fucking fantastic Sunday.

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occult-roommates · 1 year

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5 fun facts about Ralf

What could be the grand finale of the fun fact series, but I decided to add Matteo last minute so...Anyway, here’s Ralf.

1) Growing up, he did not really care about knowing his biological family. It’s only when he had his own kids he started looking for it. Then, when he found out they were pretty much all dead anyway and his bio mom was not in the right place to raise him, he stopped caring again. He does sometime wonder however how his life would have been had he never been adopted though. Also, I wasn’t originally planning on introducing his parents at all, but I always intended on him being a formerly fucked up teen who managed to end up as a happy-ish adult. However, when I decided to make a post showing all of the main cast parents, and realized I didn’t had Ralf’s ones, I decided to make him adopted. Why? Simple, all of the younger characters I made their parents first and then picked the “create a child” option in CAS to make them. However, I do not like doing the other way around of creating the parents after the kid, so I decided Ralf was gonna be adopted as to explain why he doesn’t look like his parents. Then I decided the reason he was such a mess is because he has adoption trauma. It also tied in nicely with Akva’s plotline in season 1.

(Though I find like he still somewhat looks like his adoptive mom...and just like his sisters he has a huge ass)

2) He has zero spice tolerance, and like he said once “a bit of a sensitive stomach”...This does not stop him whatsoever to try to eat as spicy as possible, even if he regrets it literally every single time afterward. Like, he no joke met his wife cause he showed up to the ER thinking he was having a heart attack and it turned out to be heartburn. His wife was a nursing student.

3) Before deciding to become a pilot, he wanted to pursue a more creative field like music or art. However, not only did he lacked support from everyone in his life except his bestie/boyfriend Konrad, he doubted too much his own ability to succeed and he gave up on that. He tried going back into it in his 30s along with his son, but when he passed away it became too painful and he hasn’t made any art since.

4) He also used to have a fuckton of clothes because he cared about his look when he was younger, and just cause he liked collecting them. But, as he got older most just don’t fit anymore and he can’t be arsed to buy new one as he doesn’t really care about his look, so it’s pretty much just the blue pastel flowers shirt most days now.

5) At some point, he almost converted to Christianity cause he dated an extremely religious girl. But not only did he later found out she dated him literally cause she wanted to “redeem him from his sinful way” (aka him being a little slutty bisexual Jew), her family really, really hated occult, especially werewolves and spellcasters. This made him very uncomfortable cause you know...Konrad’s a spellcaster, duh.

Also bonus fact but he sounds like the guy in this video

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(ok this one’s a joke i think his voice is like really deep i was just trying to lighten the mood a little bit...anyway matteo’s next and then im done with the fun facts)

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merbyteslibrary · 2 years

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Heaven Sent : Chapter 14 | Hangover

Trigger Warning | Sexual Situations, Gore, Abuse, Foul Language.

Dahlia's face started going pale as she pushed against me, "B-bonnie stop it!"

At her words I was finally stilled, though my body was still shaking as Lucifer pulled me against his chest.

"What was that?"

"I don't know! I didn't do anything; I thought she was immune to our influence!"

"It was the kiss..." Crowley mused, "The boss called it a skin mutation, so if your tongue was down her throat-."

"Shut up Crowley." Lucifer tightened his hold on me, his arms felt so solid- like nothing was going to break through them.

Like I was safe here.

I softly wrapped my arms around him as well, closing my eyes as I took in the familiar smell of sandalwood and coffee.

"I think you're right ... It might be bedtime."

"I'll take you to your room." He lowered his voice, "Get Dahlia to bed as well, I don't want to see her again till I've had a chance to calm down."

"I'm right here! You don't think that this hasn't fucked me up too?"

"Shut up!" Lucifer's bellow shook his chest.

"Come on, you're staying in my room tonight so I can keep an eye on you."

There was a long span of silence before Lucifer withdrew from our embrace, he cupped my drunken face in his hands as I stared blankly back at him.

"What?" I blurted.

"How does such a tiny little thing like you, give me so much heartburn?"

"I think that means you eat too much spicy food."

He cracked a smile and his gaze lowered to my lips, leaning in for a moment before making fists in my hair and pressing his forehead against mine. "It's time for you to go to sleep."

I grabbed onto his shirt as my eyes filled with tears again.

"Don't go."

"I'll be right down the hall."

"No, don't go, can we sit on the couch for a little bit?" I rubbed my teary eyes on his chest, mumbling nonsense as we stood in the living room.

"Fine, but only until you sober up a bit – then I'm taking you to your room."

I took my seat on the couch quickly and patted the seat next to me, once he took a seat I started snuggling against his chest- taking his arm and wrapping it around my shoulders. I gave a content sigh as I closed my eyes.

"You better not be trying to fall asleep."

"You better not be trying to leave." I pouted, Lucifer gave an exhausted sigh.

"You are not going to make my life any easier."

"Nope." I yawned.

I wasn't sure if he had kept talking to me or not as I started drifting off to sleep, his arms keeping me warm as I listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

My eyes fluttered open and I winced at the morning sunlight that filtered in through the windows.

I groaned- my head was killing me.

As I started lifting my head I realized I had my head rested on something solid, not only that but something else was rested atop my head.

My pillow rose and fell with a small snore coming from the top of my head; I recalled last night's events and placed a palm over my mouth to keep any noise from escaping. I slept on my boss last night... No not just that I slept on The Devil last night!

"Are you awake?" He grumbled, my face was on fire.

"Yep."

"Finally, I've been starving for the past two hours."

"Why didn't you just get up?" I pushed myself off of him; our faces were just a breath apart.

Lucifer looked off to the kitchen, "You got pretty drunk last night, I figured you needed your sleep."

"That's very kind of you." I smiled and looked into his ruby eyes for a moment before realizing I was still canoodling with Satan. I quickly got to my feet and started stretching; when Lucifer rose he towered over me.

"You smell like a corpse."

The butterflies I had before had now flown into my stomach acid.

"Oh, I apologize, do you mind if I take a shower?"

He flicked his gaze to the hallway and narrowed his eyes, "Use my bathroom, I want to make sure you're not disturbed."

I nodded, "Of course, as long as you are alright with it."

He leaned closer to me and smiled, tilting my chin to meet his gaze. "You weren't this bashful last night." I'm pretty certain I turned into putty just from his touch.

"I-I should probably go take that shower."

"Do you have a change of clothes?" I shook my head.

"I'll go to the store while you shower, lock the door while you're in there."

"Don't be so paranoid." Dahlia strutted into the kitchen wearing only a large T shirt.

"Oh I'm sorry, who was the one who assaulted someone while they were drunk?"

"I didn't mean for it to go so far." She was pouring herself a bowl of cereal. "We made out, who cares?"

I held my arms and stepped away from Lucifer. "I think I should just go take a shower."

"See, she doesn't give a fuck about what happened last night- don't get your panties in a twist." Lucifer slammed her into the countertop, her bowl broke beneath her.

His black horns came out of his head as the red of his devil skin started to crawl up his throat. "I should have beaten you until you were unrecognizable yesterday."

Crowley was stumbling down the hall struggling to pull his pants up, "How bad is it?"

"Pretty bad..." I squeaked.

He looked at the commotion in the kitchen and sucked in his breath through his teeth. "Fuck me, she at least apologized right?"

"I don't need to apologize!"

"Oh fuck."

"I don't care where you go, I don't care what you do- I don't want to see your face for the rest of the day." Lucifer leaned toward her.

"You're kicking me out?"

"It's not permanent; if Crowley has any pity for you then he can let you stay in his room." Lucifer was returning back to his human form now as he straightened up. "Don't get your panties in a twist, you can always find a hotel."

Dahlia stormed out of the front door.

"Well that could have gone worse, I'm making breakfast!" Crowley perked up, "How does pancakes with strawberries sound?"

I hadn't had pancakes in so long, "That sounds wonderful, thank you."

"I'll go to the store and pick something up, I don't know about fashion..." Lucifer rubbed the back of his neck, "But I would be willing to drive you if you need to pick up any other outfits."

"One is more than enough."

"Alright, if you don't mind I have some errands to run this weekend – would you like to accompany me?"

I was curious to see what 'Errands' were to the devil. "I would love to, is it a grocery shopping day?" I giggled at the idea of Lucifer trying to decide on fresh produce.

He chuckled along with me, grabbing his keys as he headed to the door. "No, no, I just like to torture God on the weekends."

Time felt like it came to a complete stop; a chill ran through my body.

Did he just say God?

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*** New Chapters posted every Friday *** Up Next: God’s House

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PECULIAR PROMPT !! (Feel free to ignore if not peculiar enough!!)

Harry is obsessing over Draco and they are BFF but Draco doesn't get the picture and Harry is so frustrated that one night when Draco is blabbing about his chart

Harry blurts this out

👀 👀 👀 👀

Goddammit, Kat. --

Law & the Order: SDU

Special Dumbasses Unit

"Sorry, mate," Ron says through an unapologetic grin. "You might actually have to work with your assigned partner on this case."

"No," Harry says, then shoves the file against Ron's chest. "And he's not my partner."

He's all I think about when I finger my own ass, though, Harry astutely doesn't say out loud. "Besides, it's a flasher who hits gay bars," Harry adds. "I don't even think that's a crime. We don't need an Auror-Unspeakable team. This guy's harmless."

"Who's harmless?" Ron asks coyly.

"You know who," Harry says, nodding at the file Ron's trying to hand back to him. "The... suspect."

"And who would that be?" Ron asks again.

Harry rolls his eyes and curses Malfoy for naming this case. He sighs. "The Zodiac Thriller."

Ron laughs until he snorts, and when he leaves, the damned file is on Harry's desk.

Harry waits in the round, black-tiled room, trying to calm his racing heart. It's not the Department of Mysteries that sets him off every time. It's the sheer suspense of walking into the Brain Room. Into Malfoy's sanctuary. The one where he only sometimes wears clothing.

What will it be this time? Nude moonbathing? That fucking tangerine Speedo he wears when he cleans the brain tank? Maybe he'll be naked under his black Unspeakable robes for the umpteenth time.

He pushes the heavy wooden door open. He catches a glimpse of flippers and a squeegee inside the brain tank, then Draco waves to him through the viscous pink fluid. His head breaks the surface, and he paddles to the edge of the tank and lifts himself out.

It's the tangerine Speedo today.

Harry's entire blood supply divides and conquers, one half settling in his cock, the other in a livid blush that creeps up his neck.

Draco wipes his face clean and walks to meet Harry, his wet feet slapping against the tile. "Mars has entered Cancer, and you've come to visit." He wags a dripping-wet finger. "Not a coincidence."

Draco plucks the file from Harry's numb hands, then heads off toward his desk. Harry watches him go and wonders if he can charm his glasses to keep him from staring at Malfoy's dick.

Oblivious sexuality, is the phrase that won't stop rattling around in Harry's head. Oblivious sexuality.

They're either undercover or on a date, Harry's not sure, but Draco's rock hard, making love to himself and everyone else in the middle of the dance floor, and Harry wishes he'd have charmed some modesty into his glasses. The club is loud, and the clothes, what there are of them, are louder. Draco's wearing pleather and glitter.

Harry wore a polo shirt and khakis and feels like an out of place tennis coach. And given how quickly a group gave him their booth, he's fairly sure he looks like a bouncer. He leans forward, elbows on the round table, and scans the crowd for a man matching the description of the Zodiac Thriller. White male, mid-twenties, tall, brown hair, big fuck-all tattoo of an astrology birth chart on his chest.

Out on the dance floor, a man in a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up is grinding his ass against Draco's crotch like he’s trying to friction-start a bonfire. It's not jealousy, Harry tells himself. It's just heartburn. But that bloke's two layers of fabric from impaling himself on Draco's cock, and Harry's ten paces from hexing the man's anus shut.

The man leans back to whisper in Draco's ear, and Harry catches a glimpse of a large tattoo on his chest. Harry blows out a long breath and wipes his palms on his jeans. Maybe Draco's found their mark.

None of the men who'd reported the flasher had known what the tattoo meant. None of the Aurors knew, either. And Ron made the mistake of sending the report down to the Department of Mysteries. Exactly eight minutes later, Malfoy had shown up with a PowerPoint presentation on astrological birth charts. It didn't help.

Harry had fallen asleep on slide seventy-three, only to be awoken by an irate Draco asking him if he even knew where Uranus was. "Right where you left it," was all Harry'd been able to come up with.

Robards assigned the case to Harry and Draco for the comedic relief.

Draco's sauntering toward Harry's booth, and the man is following him. Tall. Brown hair. His shirt is unbuttoned to mid-chest, and Harry can just make out a long line of dark ink.

Draco wiggles his way into the booth. The man hovers at the edge of the table for a moment, unsure whether he's intruding or not. Harry wants to tell him to fuck off, because he's still not entirely convinced this isn't a date.

Draco leans back onto his elbows and slides further into the curved booth, his legs spread in front of him. The man licks his lips and doesn't take his eyes off of Draco's crotch.

Draco's back hits Harry's side. Without thinking, Harry leans down and kisses the top of his head. He doesn't catch himself until his nose is buried in Draco's hair, and he freezes instead of recoiling, drawing in the scent of Draco's shampoo and sweat.

The man quirks an eyebrow at Harry, then crawls into the booth, straddling Draco's leg. Harry lifts his face enough to glare at the man.

"This is my new friend," Draco says glibly. "He doesn't have a name."

"Tommy," the man says with a smirk. He sits back on his heels, nearly in Draco's lap, and offers a hand to Harry. "Tommy Donaldson."

Harry glances at the proffered hand, but doesn't take it. "Henry Porter," Harry says in introduction.

Draco hums distractedly, and Harry wonders how many drinks he's had. "Henry and I are very good friends."

Harry wraps an arm around Draco's waist. "Are we?"

"Mm hm," Draco says. He shifts and rubs his thigh under Tommy's ass. "Best friends."

Harry clears his throat and says, "Best friends, huh?"

"Of course." Draco lifts his knee, all but shoving it against Tommy's backside. Tommy hesitates for a moment, then grinds his ass against Draco's thigh. "Did you know that Tommy here is quite adept at relationship astrology?"

Tommy's eyes glaze over, and Harry barely notices. He's too busy watching Draco get hard.

"Why," Draco slides down, and the only thing keeping this from becoming a full-on frott-fest is Tommy's upright posture, "he even told me he knew he'd be exposed to a new lover here tonight."

Harry scoffs at Tommy in lieu of knocking him flat on his ass and claiming Draco's lap for himself. "Is that so, best friend?" Harry asks.

Draco nods and runs his hand up Tommy's thigh. "And I told him that was very interesting, because my horoscope this morning told me I'd catch my quarry tonight."

I'd like to catch your dick, Harry thinks, then helps himself to a long look at Malfoy's crotch. Draco's fingertips are way too close to Tommy's zipper. Harry's way too close to punching Tommy's pretty face, shark-rolling Malfoy under the table, and riding him like a rodeo bull.

"And I told him about your horoscope," Draco says, glancing up at Harry, "which said you'd get lucky today, but prone to out-"

Tommy slides forward, sits on Draco's dick, and Harry explodes. He's all rage when he screams, "Astrology says I should be bouncing on your cock, bestie, so why isn't that happening?!"

"...bursts..." Draco finishes, then sighs. "Lucky with a chance of outbursts."

Tommy freezes, one hand on the button of his jeans. Draco clears his throat.

"Uhm..." is all Harry comes up with. "I..."

Tommy clicks his tongue and looks at each of them in turn. "You know... Maybe you and your best friend should just... do best friend things together. With each other."

Tommy slides back, preparing to leave, but Draco catches him by the pocket of his jeans. "You're not going anywhere."

Harry's blood boils.

"Oh?" Tommy says, smirking.

"Yeah," Draco purrs. "Henry?"

Harry's so mad, he could spit. "What?"

"Are you going to cite him?"

"Oh!" Harry fumbles in his pockets for his citation book. "Oh, right!"

"What?!" Tommy yells.

"For swinging your dick around dick-swinging places." Draco shrugs. "I don't make the rules. I don't even have a badge."

"Fuck," Harry whispers as he runs out of pockets, "I forgot my shit."

Draco rolls his eyes and lets go of Tommy's pocket, leaning into Harry. He points a finger at Tommy and wags it. "You're getting off, this time, Donaldson."

"Am I?" Tommy looks at him for a long moment, then at Harry, genuinely confused.

"Just leave," Harry tells him.

"Right."

They both watch him cut through the dance floor on his way to the exit. Draco slumps against Harry, and Harry's about to think he's disappointed, but Draco's thumb traces the outline of his erection.

"Mr Porter?" Draco asks.

"Yes?"

"I think our cover is blown."

"Is it?"

"Uhm..." Draco presses the heel of his hand against his groin and sighs. "I think it might like to be blown."

"I guess we should leave, then."

"Yeah." Draco doesn't budge. "Mine or yours?"

"Mine's closer."

#peculiar prompts #drarry #nsfw?#author knows NOTHING of astrology #nothing #mars bars in gatorade level nothing

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Isabel [Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader]

N.B: heya! if you're scrolling through the tags and thinking, "hey, i have read this before..." chances are you probably have! don't worry, this is not plagiarism. you read that on a - now - deleted blog (i had to restart for reasons i won't go into.) so i am reposting everything now!

synopsis: when levi's wife goes into labour, he has to drop the crude, cold façade he normally holds and be there in their time of need.

tw: possible inaccuracies as i have never been pregnant before LOL, reader is labouring, occasional use of she/her throughout, levi being soft ASF (self-indulgent all the way.)

You turned your head at the sound of the door and almost immediately, you felt the wintery gust flood through the narrow hallway of your house. You sucked in a breath, but you quickly smiled. After all, your husband had returned to your cosy cottage.

He shut the door behind him, and you saw him lean his head against it, heaving a great sigh. You frowned at how he almost always needed those few seconds to just process everything in his head before turning to face you. You instinctively brought a hand down to your swollen tummy - was this a good decision after all? Having a baby in these troubling, turbulent times?

But then he turned around again to face you and his face was illuminated by the amber-coloured light of the oil lamp. He saw you stirring the steaming pot of stew and his steely gaze softened immediately.

He smiled.

Don’t be silly, you chastised yourself for such thoughts, he’s happy with us.

Of course he was. He could calm down instantly looking at you. He walked over and shrugged off his forest green cloak and placed it on the counter next to you. War-torn hands reaching out and cupping your cheeks, he pressed his lips to your forehead. You felt his calloused thumbs rub against your temples and you leaned into his touch. Immediately his hands fell to your tummy and rubbed in circles.

“Dinner smells good,” he whispers softly against your lips, “how was your day?”

Dinner did smell good; nothing could beat some beef stew after a long day with your cast iron kettle hanging over the fire, right? He couldn’t wait until your bellies were filled and he could cosy up with you in front of the fire with a cup of black tea in his hand.

Your smile grew wider when he sank to his knees and nuzzled against your tummy. You were probably going to give birth in the next week or two. You lowered your right hand and allowed it to tread through his raven locks, your other hand still stirring to prevent any sticking to your pot.

“Eh…” you huffed out.

Levi pulled back for a bit. “Had an ‘eh’ day myself… What’s troubling you?”

“Just very crampy today and my back is killing me. Why did you have an ‘eh’ day?”

You almost laughed when you heard Levi’s heavy sigh, and it was a long sigh too. He closed his eyes as he recounted the disaster at HQ but… what with the amount of grief Levi had been through, there was very little that could faze him now.

Still, when he recounted to you that Hange accidentally launched one of their new projects - a thunder spear - into HQ and close to his office at that - while he was drinking his tea! - obviously he would be pretty livid. All that was destroyed in the fires of the aftermath were two bedrooms and a storage room, and thankfully no lives were lost, but he wasn’t going to forgive Hange for a while after this. You had to give him credit for his composure.

“I miss Hange, even in spite of these incidents.” You spoke.

You hadn’t seen Hange since you were discharged by Erwin at three months. Well, you had waved at her in the streets when you did your shopping for you and Levi and you might converse briefly, but she was always too busy to stop by for a chat. She did, however, say she’d be present for the birth.

“I bet he’d get along with Hange.”

“Still sure we’re having a boy?” your husband asked.

You yawned as exhaustion began to consume you more and more. “Yeah, he is giving me a lot of trouble like how his father used to.” You teased.

Levi only muttered something under his breath, and you weren’t quite sure what it was. He leaned back a bit and extended his index finger. “Oi, stop giving your mother a hard time. She’s tired.”

Another yawn. “I am, actually. I might pass on dinner tonight and just head to bed.”

Levi stood up again and eyed you curiously; wasn’t like you to skip dinner but he thought nothing of it. He mentioned he’d save some for you and with a chaste kiss to your lips, you made your way upstairs.

You opened the creaky, wooden door to your shared bedroom and when you disrobed, you rooted around for a clean nightgown in your drawers. You groaned as another sharp pain radiated around your lower back and pelvic area. You held onto the edge of the drawers with a white-knuckle grip. You had gotten cramps here and there before throughout your pregnancy, but these were just all-consuming. A few more whimpers and a few deep breaths though, and they subsided.

Hmm, weird, there’s no way it’s time already? I’m still a week or two early, you said to yourself. If he wants to come now, what will happen… would he be healthy?

You shook your head and made your way over to the bed, propping yourself up with a few pillows. It wasn’t long before Levi came into the room too with a candle in his hand before placing it down on his desk. As he removed his shirt, the dull light illuminated and highlighted his defined body. You smiled dozily at him and you were fast asleep before he could even climb into bed.

Awaking in the middle of the night with your husband’s arms wrapped around you was always a treat. He didn’t always sleep, and when he did, it was poor. But whenever his arms snaked around your chest with one hand resting on your tummy, you knew he was sleeping well. It gave you a chance to look at his unguarded and peaceful countenance.

You woke up with a feeling of heartburn that was hard to ignore so you decided a drink of water might be a good idea. You made your way downstairs, careful not to wake your sleeping husband. Leaning against the countertop once you reached the kitchen, you fetched yourself a glass of water and began to sip slowly.

Gulping the last bit down, you placed the glass in a sink and walked towards the stairs again… until you felt a gush of warm liquid flow down your legs.

Oh, crap!

You peered down at the pool of fluid between your legs that was now pooling in your hallway. Your mind froze and all you could do was stare for a few seconds.

“U-uh… Levi?!” you shrieked.

You heard a large thud from upstairs when he landed less than gracefully - unceremoniously, even - after jumping from your bed and he was quick to scurry down the stairs at the yell.

“What the hell?! Are you ok--?”

He stopped when his bare feet splashed against the pool of fluids between you both.

“Oh, my?” he questioned and peered down. “Is it that time already?”

You only blinked at his calmness at the situation. How was he not freaking out?! Your fingers moved to clench your soaking gown. He reached for your hands and walked you towards the front door. He stopped for a few seconds as he scratched his head in thought.

“Levi?!” you screeched at his silence.

He had to stay as calm as possible. It was something he was well used to, being a good captain and all. But it was so different in this situation. Seeing you panic like this and the gravity of the situation made him almost lose his composure. He was able to keep everything well hidden beneath his steely exterior and this was all because he was good at analysing typically abnormal situations.

This wasn’t a situation like this. All he had to do was be a supportive husband for you.

As he hurried down the stairs again, the realization dawned on him again.

Was this actually happening? Were you two going to be parents? Could you two do this?

Well, it was not like you had a choice now.

“Come, let’s get moving.” He said, holding you with one hand by the small of your back.

He assisted you back up the stairs as fast as your body would allow, but once you got to the bathroom just a few metres shy of your bedroom, that’s when you felt everything tighten and your breath became lodged in your throat. Your legs buckled as your hands gripped onto the architrave. Levi was quick to descend with you and hold your hand. A pained groan escaped your lips and you heard deep breaths beside you.

“Deep breaths, you can do it, [F/n]...” he said as he rubbed your back in circles. He tried to do deep breathing with you, taking long, exaggerated breaths. All to feel you a little less alone or too lost in your own pain.

It wasn’t the worst pain you had experienced - you were a former veteran of the Scouts after all - but that didn’t make the feeling pleasant either.

He propped up all the pillows to give you ample support and he placed a hand on your shin, gesturing you to keep your legs open. It seemed that the next contraction seemed to be taking its time, so he made the decision to alert the neighbours. This was a plan Levi had made with them a few months ago, that he’d call next door and ask them to go rush to the nurses and for Hange. Luckily for you two, HQ was no more than a five-minute walk away.

After slipping into a dress shirt and black slacks, he ran down the stairs and hopped over the wall to your neighbour. It was close to midnight now, but hopefully they’d be awake… If not, he’d have to leave you alone by yourself and that was not an option.

He rapped on the door and even called out to them, before knocking again. Thankfully, the middle-aged man and his wife seemed to be up and were quick to open the door.

Perhaps Levi looked a bit more flustered than he thought he did. Then again, as someone so composed all the time, any change in composure screamed out.

“Captain Levi? Is everything alright?” the wife asked.

Levi inhaled sharply. Damn, he was getting stressed already. If they were to shine the oil lamp up to his face, they would be able to see the sweat beading at his brows and how his pupils had narrowed from the intensity of the situation. “[F/n] has gone into labour, earlier than we expected. She needs the nurses a-and Hange--” Fuck, was he stuttering from it all? “I can’t leave her alone to get them and-”

The wife who was probably a good three inches shorter than him looked up at him and passed him a soft smile; a reassuring smile. She had been through all this before. She knew the chaos involved but knew the best thing he could be was a pillar of support for you. She placed her hands on his shoulders and got her to look at him. Normally he’d shrug off any physical contact from anyone that wasn’t you, but his mind was spiralling, and he was doing his best to hide it.

“Levi, it’s okay. Dear, you go get the nursing staff and Hange, okay?” she called out to her husband who had already saddled up in the meantime and taken off. “My husband will be back soon. Let me get you a few things.”

Levi tapped his foot impatiently as she pattered around the house for a bit. She came back with a bag of rags, towels and some knitted clothes.

“It’s important you stay calm, okay? What do you think you’ll have?”

Levi shrugged as he nodded his thanks. “I don’t know, of course, but [F/n] reckons we’ll have a boy.”

“Hmm… I think you’ll have a daughter!” she beamed.

Levi began to head out the door again. “Look, thank you so much for everything.”

“Best of luck, Levi,” she wished with a gleeful smile, “and congratulations.”

Levi nodded with the bag and headed back up the stairs of his home. He burst through the door of your bedroom and was immediately at your side again. He dropped the bag down at your bedside and reached for your hand. He caught you just in time for another contraction. You tried to steady yourself, but you cried out once more and gripped onto the blankets as another contraction overwhelmed you. You hastily grabbed a pillow and cried into it, trying to muffle your cries. Okay, it was official, this was the worst pain you had felt thus far, and all Levi could do was stare helplessly.

It’s not like he could do much. He couldn’t take away the pain from you, but by god, he wished he could. He’d deliver the child if biologically possible, anything to not see you in so much agony. But every time a contraction died away, you would re-emerge and tackle this again with an ungodly amount of strength.

And he couldn’t be prouder of you in these agonizing yet awe-inspiring moments.

You lowered your pillow when you vaguely heard the crowd of nurses patter into the room and everything kicked off. The lead nurse stated she’d be the main overseer to everything. At times, Levi’s mind flitted in and out of the conversation at hand from the nurses. His stare glossed over occasionally, and you couldn’t exactly decipher what it was he was feeling. Whatever it was he was feeling, he hid it well. He absent-mindedly rubbed the small of your back hoping you’d relax as the nurse checked your cervix. His ears perked up once he heard the number ‘three.’

“Three centimetres, seven to go, I reckon.”

“OOH, SEVEN?! HOW EXCITING!” a voice from outside screeched and Levi’s face fell flat. The bespectacled brunette burst through the door. “THAT’S SO FEW!”

“Hange.” Levi barked. He said nothing but his gaze said, be quiet now. “If you’re not gonna be helpful to [F/n], you can leave out the door you came in.”

“Sorry, sorry,” she aired as she rushed over to the other side of your bed and sat on top. “How are you doing, [f/n]? Anything I can do?” she asked. At first you shook your head, but when she mentioned that she brought a few scented candles to help soothe you - or at the very least, keep a gentle ambiance going - you perked up. “Okay, I’ll go light them. Levi, do you have any matches?”

“In the high cupboard left to the sink.” He said and she scurried down.

“Fuck… Levi, it’s happening again…” you groaned as you tossed your head back.

“I have you.” He reminded. He loosened his hand so you could squeeze it. With each contraction came a pain that dominated your entire being. In those moments, for those seconds that stretched into infinity, there was nothing else. Every contraction seemed to hurt more than before, and you would be left panting and almost delirious for a few seconds. Everything melted into the background when a contraction came; the nurses melted to nothing as did their encouraging cries.

But you remained grounded to Levi. He held your hand with every contraction and his lips were pressed to your sweaty temple. While you could only vaguely hear his encouraging words, he was still there and encouraging you to breathe deeply through it all, even if it hardly did anything to alleviate the pain.

“How much longer will this take?”

“She progressed quickly enough to get to the three so it may not take too long. Though it could just as easily be another few hours, or even well into tomorrow. I’m sorry, there’s no way of knowing.” The nurse replied.

Levi only nodded. He just wanted you to be okay and to make this as pain-free as possible. Hange came back in with the matches and began to light a few candles.

As time passed, your head fell. The contractions kept coming but you weren’t progressing as fast as you thought. By the time the second hour rolled by, you had only made it to four centimetres. You were reminded that you’d know when to push.

Levi couldn’t stand to see you in so much pain.

“Is there anything we can do?” he asked, now getting slightly panicked.

The nurse smiled sadly, knowing there was only so much they could do. “[F/n], how about a walk out in the fresh air?” she offered.

Levi peered over at you. Within the past two hours, he had acquired a basin and wet cloth, and was dabbing it occasionally on your forehead. “How about it?” he asked, repeating the motion of it as you lifted your head up again to receive his touch.

“If I walk down those stairs, I don’t think I’ll make it back up…” you huffed.

Hange had taken to holding your other hand too. Levi’s initial glare at her excitement seemed to do the trick and she was very helpful. Perhaps more proactive than the nurses. Then again, she was your best friend; she probably wanted to do everything under the sun.

“A bath may help?” Hange perked up. “Warm water and all?” to which you nodded.

Levi stood and pulled you up. Before you may have walked upright and with your back straight, but now you walked totally hunched over. He ordered for someone - anyone who could get there fastest - to draw a bath. A few stayed behind in the bedroom, taking turns supervising you.

Levi walked you towards the bathroom and unbuttoned your nightgown. With an ‘arms up’ command, he had it off you quickly and you were left in just your bra. He lowered you into the bath and you sat in the middle of the tub. He questioned why you weren’t going to lean back and that was when you asked him to come into the bath with you. He wasn’t going to fight you in the moment and rushed back to the bedroom and put on a pair of (swimming) shorts… or shorts he had no issue getting wet. Within mere seconds, he lowered himself into the bath and wrapped his legs loosely around your waist, his chest firm against your back. He began to rub your arms up and down and leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re doing so well.” He said. His tone lowered to a whisper when he heard you begin to weep. “Hey, hey, hey… What’s wrong? Ah-- Hange, can you go get us a basin?” he asked. Your face paled a little and he shouted for the Titan scientist to hurry as another contraction washed over you.

“L-Levi, I don’t feel right…”

“Hange!” he barked for the third time.

You brought a hand up to your mouth and expelled whatever food had been inside you from before. The pain of this contraction was so intense you had thrown up. Levi swept a thumb across your chin and Hange came in with a basin, and you spilled the rest into it. In fact, you threw up twice more. The bitter taste in your mouth left you feeling all disgusting and ‘icky’, and you let out a choked sob of frustration. Your body had you rocking back and forth on its own accord, trying to move with the pain so to speak, letting out pained groans through gnashed teeth.

Levi leaned you forward and began to rub your lower back. “Breathe. You gotta breathe, [f/n], come on.”

You shook your head as you wailed, almost sounding like you were giving in. “I can’t! It’s too much, Levi!”

“Hey,” he called gently. “Sniff the flowers,” he commanded and paused to breathe in, “and blow out the candles” and he exhaled. “You can do that for me?”

You weren’t sure about how the silly visual cue helped you at all, but you also knew Levi wasn’t going to quit saying it until you did what he told you to do. After a few deep breaths, you calmed down and your contraction died away. Levi continued to rub your lower back, offering whispered words of encouragement.

“Gosh, Shorty, aren’t you such a sweetie?” Hange jeered.

“Go away, Four Eyes.”

The contractions came and went, growing more and more intense. Levi sometimes opted to swish the water down and forth or turn on the tap, to give you something else to focus on. You weren’t sure how long you two stayed in the bath, but Levi helped lift you out once the water had gotten cold. Hange went to relight the candles, pillows were propped back up and you were moved back to your bedroom, to do the whole thing all over again.

And frankly, you weren’t sure how long you could hold on for. It was unbearable. As the hours ticked by until the wee morning, you were losing your strength.

“I’m sorry.” Levi mumbled as he kissed your matted hair.

“It hurts so much. I’m so tired.” You whispered, your voice dry and hoarse.

Levi looked up at the nurse and then over at the small clock on your bedside lock. Seven in the morning, so you had been labouring for seven hours, if not more if you were experiencing smaller contractions before your water broke.

How he ached to take all your pain away from you; to shoulder it all and save you from this agony. You both knew it would be worth it at the end, but the process of getting there was no doubt painful.

“You’re doing well. It’ll all be over soon, won’t it?” he asked and looked at the nurse.

“I’ll go see how far you are,” she said, softly. You let your legs widen as she did another cervical exam. You flinched a bit as you felt her gloved fingers inside. She gasped. “My, you’re almost there. Easily nine centimetres!”

For the first time in a couple hours, you felt genuine relief amidst all the chaos and pain.

Levi had sent the nurses and Hange downstairs an hour later, telling them they were free to help themselves to food stored in your cupboards. They had been crowding around you both for over eight hours now, they deserved a break too. You were fine with your husband sitting through your contractions with you, especially when you only had a centimetre or two left.

That was when you felt an excruciating pain down below, unlike anything you had felt all evening. Levi was at your side in seconds.

“What is it?”

“Hnnn!” you groaned out. This was it. This had to be it, the feeling the nurses told you about. An overwhelming amount of pressure was building between your legs and you let out a guttural noise. “Get Hange and the nurses.”

“Wait, is time? Now-”

“Get the fucking nurse, Levi!” you yelled, and he ran down to fetch them.

The pressure had your hips swaying into position, it was almost unbearable to refrain from pushing. The pain had your whole body trembling. Levi arrived back in with the nurses and you opened your legs at the lead nurse’s command. Your husband was sitting by your side once more, lacing his fingers with yours.

“I see a head! And plenty of hair too! The baby has moved into the birth canal. I need you to push on the next contraction.” She explained.

You heaved in massive strokes, starting to lose your breath. You were completely worn out now, body and mind. You all waited with bated breaths for the next contraction to hit. You took in a massive breath when you felt that familiar pain come back again. Your stomach tightened - everything tightened - as a scream ripped out from your throat.

“You have got to push harder, [f/n].” The nurse urged. Hange came in, sitting on the bed and shuffled onto the bed to hold your other hand.

You shook your head. There was no way you could, you were so depleted of energy.

“You can do this.” Your husband said.

“I can’t! You have to do it for me!” you wept into his arms.

“I would if I could.” He assured you.

The nurse called for your attention. “The next time you push, tuck your chin into your chest and push as though you got to do a number two. But push very hard.”

You blinked frantically. “Wait, what if I do poop?”

“That means you’re pushing right!” Hange cheered.

This entire conversation made Levi grimace, and it took every ounce of self-control to not cringe.

The final contraction hit and with whatever strength you could muster, you pushed through with a shrill cry. The baby began to crown, the hot stretching of flesh almost making you want to stop but you had to keep pushing through. You felt the head leave your body and you pushed through the rest of your contraction. You held onto Levi’s hand with such force he was pretty sure you could have broken it. And he would have taken it.

And then the pain left your body finally.

Tiny cries pierced the air.

Levi tilted your head back and his lips crashed against yours in a kiss that carried so many emotions with it; love, adoration, pride, elation and gratitude. He kissed you again and once more while your baby was being wrapped up. One of the extra nurses moved to clean you up and help deliver the placenta.

“A girl, congratulations.” The nurse whispered. Hange cracked a toothy grin, but she knew to step back and leave you two to have your moment.

You looked down at your wrapped-up little miracle, falling in-love instantly. Had her father’s hair and gunmetal eyes, but your eye shape and complexion. She also had your chin too. Your index finger rubbed against her plump cheeks and almost began to whimper again but with a few gentle hushes from you, she settled down once more. She was probably hungry too.

“She looks so much like you…” you whispered, looking up at your husband. The nurses and Hange took this as their cue to leave. Levi’s eyes had completely glossed over with a newfound vulnerable expression that you had never seen before. You could tell he was just itching to hold her, so as gently as you could, you shuffled over to the side to allow Levi to relax into the headrest. “Here, Levi.”

Your little girl was placed into his arms and a calloused thumb immediately went to trace under her eyes and around her cheeks, her forehead; everywhere. A swell of emotions overcame him like a tsunami crashing against the shoreline and he shut his eyes, tears flowing down his pallid cheeks and he made no effort to stop them. His lower lips trembled, and minute whimpers escaped his lips, but he was desperately clawing at whatever composure he had left to try to piece himself back together.

But he could cry, his daughter was here. He was a father now; he could be as emotional as he liked, and no one would care.

“Isabel.” You said, gently, and Levi nodded at the suggestion.

Levi’s thumb moved to his daughter’s fist and her fingers latched around it instantly, bringing his thumb to her mouth and began to suck. He let out a soft chuckle. “I think she’s hungry.”

“I bet she is.” You said, reaching out and taking a hold of her once more. The baby began to wriggle, and her arms broke free from the blanket, beginning to fuss. You lowered one side of your nightgown and held your daughter against your breast. She latched after a few seconds and by god was it uncomfortable. The feeling had you biting your lower lip in discomfort, but you just had to grin and bear it.

The three of you sat in silence for another half hour or so as you nursed your baby when you heard a knock on the door. Hange peeked her head around and smiled widely at you both.

“Shhh.” Levi was quick to say.

Hange tiptoed in. “I may have bought a few visitors…”

The raven-haired man’s face fell flat. “How many?”

And in came all of Levi’s newest squad and Erwin. He face-palmed at the noise and shrugged off his blazer to cover you and your daughter.

“Is this a bad time, Levi?”

“Yes, it’s a bad time. She’s barely been born a half hour and--”

“I KNEW IT WOULD BE A GIRL! TAKE THAT, MISTER DEATH WISH!” you heard come from outside the room. You only sighed softly.

“I tried to keep those two out of this,” Erwin mentioned as he walked over to the two of you. You removed your baby from your breast and buttoned up your nightgown again. The blonde smiled in pure adoration. “She’s so precious. Congratulations, Levi, [F/n].”

“Thank you, Erwin.” He replied and you nodded your thanks.

In your half-asleep state, you began to nurse again in front of everyone, not bothering to cover up. Levi sighed heavily and moved to cover you up again before you came through.

“Sir, we can call back later if you want.” Eren piped up, walking over to stand by his superior.

“It’s okay, Eren, this is natural. I don’t mind, provided you don’t stare too much.”

“I mind?!” Levi cried. With your free hand, you rested it on his hand. He took a deep breath and sighed. “Fine. You can stay, Jaeger. All of you can.”

Sasha and Connie were next to try to squeeze onto your too small bed for nine extra people.

“I brought her some potatoes!” she chimed and handed one to you. You had to politely explain that babies probably won’t eat until four months at the earliest. And even then, it would only be baby gloop and mushy foods. Not steamed potatoes.

Connie peaked over Levi’s shoulder. “Do you mind?” Levi asked him rhetorically.

“Nope,” he answered swiftly and saluted. On the wrong side. “Sir, why does it look squishy and ugly?”

And then ensued a fiery debate from everyone in the room (apart from Erwin) on why you shouldn’t call babies squishy and ugly, especially in front of their parents. Especially if one of those parents was one Levi Ackerman. But amidst all the commotion, both you and your baby were tuckered out. Levi was surprised that he saw you dozing off in spite of all the ruckus and that your baby was suckling away on nothing.

The short man may have had his doubts before Isabel was born but looking at everyone around here right now - being so chaotic and noisy, but so full of happiness and pride for you both - made all those negative thoughts wash away.

It took a bit of shuffling and squeaking of military boots, but eventually everyone was kicked out by Levi. He looked back fondly at you two, both of you sound asleep.

He would promise you both a normal, peaceful, family life one day. Even if he had to lay down his life doing it.

Because every doubt, struggle, emotional outburst, hormonal-fuelled argument led you both to this, and he would not trade it for the world.

This was his purpose; protect his beautiful wife and precious daughter.

And maybe one day, in the distant future, he would be able to spend more time with you two. In a world without Titans. In a world that was peaceful.

But for now, he had a small serving - a slice - of peace at home and he couldn’t wait to navigate this new chapter of his life with you.

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harryhoney-bee · 3 years

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Babymoon

Summary: Harry spent the day with his three years old, but he also loves coming home to his baby mama.

Dad!h <3

word count: 1.3k

Thank you to my friend @harrystyles-tpwk for the inspiration!!

There were a lot of things Harry cherished about fatherhood: watching a little human growing, being the main safe space to someone, guiding their little love throughout life and so much more.

One thing he didn't realize until now is how kids can be little connectors to the parent's own childhood, the experiences children go through also unlock memories in the parents.

When y/n and harry decided to have a babymoon with their little family the man couldn't help but pick Holmes Chapel, they would only be in the little city for a week, traveling to France to spend the next of their vacation there.

But even with the small number of days, Harry was determined to enjoy his time with his two little loves, well, three if you count the 6-month baby in Y/n's belly. Lorenzo was his name, picked by his big sister Cecília, a sweet 3-year-old.

Y/n would describe what she thought he would look like every time before bed, she said she wanted one with the exact same eye color as hers since Cecília got his beautiful green eyes. Harry pictures Lorenzo as y/n carbon copy but with Harry's hair.

They would spend hours imagining the unborn baby and just looking at their already-made toddler. Whenever Cecília was sleeping, the couple would be tracing every line of her face, from her forehead to her chin, mesmerized by what their love had created.

Harry always wanted kids, there was no surprise by that, in the family's barbecues, he could be found playing with his little cousins. While walking in parks he would make silly faces to the children passing by.

He always knew he was supposed to be a parent, a lot of people had calls in life, Harry’s was to create better humans for the world along with y/n, a partner who happily shared his same desires with him.

"The world it's so full of people who didn't grow up with love, I’m sure it would be a better place with everyone had their attention and necessities fulfilled, and I know it's silly, but I think raising a kid it's one of the best things you can do to create a better society," Y/n said in one of their first conversations about if they would ever want kids as a couple.

"They are just small little souls, small pieces of love, there is something so beautiful about that," she continued, with so much tenderness in her eyes.

Needless to say that Harry fell more in love with her that day, proposing to her a year after.

Even though the couple was eager to have their little love soon, they also wanted to enjoy their time as a couple doing things such as traveling and creating memories only with the two of them.

Cecília came almost three years later, she was an oopsie baby, for Harry and y/n surprise. Lorenzo, however, was planned. The baby was gonna have three years and a half age cap with his sister, the couple wanted it to be less, but they struggled to get pregnant for a while.

But now y/n showing a beautiful round belly, Harry couldn't get enough of it, kissing and talking to his baby boy every time.

Even though Harry loves having time together with the whole family, he also knows the importance of having one on one time, especially now that the family dynamics were slowly changing to receive the new baby.

So that's the reason he and Cecília are spending the afternoon together in Holmes Chapel’s downtown. Cecí was sitting in front of him eating a chocolate cupcake (y/n doesn't like for her to eat that much sugar, but Harry let her since it's only for today).

"Did you know this was my favorite treat when I was a kid too, sweetheart? Harry said, eating the same cupcakes as her, "this was the same bakery I used to work at, too."

"Really daddy? Here?" Cecília asked, looking at her dad in wonder, her small hand around the small cake.

"Yeah, fun isn't it?"

"Yes, I wanna be a baker when I grow up," she said, smiling at him.

"Well, I’m sure you gonna be the best baker in this whole world," no matter how much she looked like Harry, the smile Cecília had was always totally from her mother.

"What about we go walk in the park for a bit? Do you want that?" Harry asked, they were almost finished, and the weather was perfect for an afternoon in nature.

When she was done harry was ready to leave, but her small hangs tugged at Harry's shirt, "Daddy, I wanna bring a cake to mommy and baby brother"

Harry looked down at her, taking her in his arms, "You are such a caring girl! Let's get mommy a cupcake then."

"And baby Lorenzo too, daddy!" She pouted

"He's still in mommy's tummy, Cecí, he doesn't eat like us," he tried to explain, while pointing at the different cupcakes on the counter, "what about this one? She loves strawberries!"

"This one daddy! This one!" She peeped

They ended up buying three, one for Anne and Gemma as well since they were staying at their house for the week. Cecília looked happier buying the cupcake for the other than when she was eating one, little-loving baby.

The walk in the park was amazing. Cecília fed the duck and played on the playground, she would also twirl her summer dress whenever she got the chance. Harry also showed her one treehouse he built when he was younger, the little girl was thrilled to see it.

When it was time to come Harry placed her baby seat, both of them singing Queen, when they finally got home Cecília made grabby hands to Harry, who bent down to talk to her.

"Daddy, you tell mommy I bought the cupcake, ok?"

Harry laughed, holding her on his hips while the other held the bakery's package, "Of course, Cecí, you were the one who picked them anyways."

When Harry opened the door and saw his beautiful wife laying down on the couch, feet up because her ankles were really swollen lately. She was watching Mamma Mia, her favorite movie.

"Mommy, mommy!" Cecília yelled, Harry put her down on the floor and gave the bakery package in her hands, "close your eyes, I have a surprise for you."

Y/n closed her eyes, a beautiful smile on her face, one of her hands resting on her bump, "what is it, Cecí?"

Cecília stood right in front of her on the couch, "open mommy."

The woman opened her eyes, being with three cupcakes and a smiling girl, "did you bring this to mommy, baby?" She asked while putting Cecília to sit by her side, "you are so kind, thank you, my love."

Harry got close to the two girls, putting Cecí on his lap and giving y/n a kiss on the lips, "how are you? Is the little guy being good to you?" He asked.

"I threw up three times today, but I'm better now, I just wish this heartburn would stop."

"Baby is being bad, mommy?" Ceci asked, worry on her small face.

"No, love, Lorenzo is a very nice baby, mommy just doesn’t feel good right now."

"I'm gonna make some tea for you, my love," Harry said, kissing her forehead and leaving the living room, only the sounds of the tv and his two girls being heard.

He made tea and three bowls of fruit for them, but when he came back to the couch he was met with Y/n and Cecí sleeping. The small girl with her head on her mother's chest and y/n's hand on her little back.

Harry placed the bowls on the table, taking a duvet and putting on them. He just couldn't wait for Lorenzo to arrive, so they can all be together.

He loved his little family more than anything in the world.

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someonestolemyshoes · 3 years

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Hi! Have u done any pregnant Hanji and overprotective daddy Levi already?? Yep i think im craving for more domestic levihan family, im sorry 😭

Im a bit new here in the community, and when i read ur works, i fell in love with it already, thank you for existing!!! 💖💖💖

Hello anon! Thank you so much, I’m so glad you enjoyed my other fics :3 Sorry for the very long wait for this one, I've been struggling to find the time/motivation to write lately, but I'm feeling a little better and I figured I'd get to work on some of my prompts. Starting here!!

It ended up a little less domestic and a touch more angsty than I had originally planned, but only for a moment--happy endings all round!

Warning: this does start off with non-graphic depictions of nausea/vomiting, I hope that doesn't bother you!

Hange had been feeling unwell for days.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence—Hange tended to wake up feeling nauseous some days, most often when she'd neglected to eat a decent meal the evening before—but this was the fourth morning in a row now, that Hange found herself bent over the toilet bowl in the early hours of the morning, heaving up nothing but acid and empty air.

She retched until her stomach ached. There was nothing left to bring up, but her gut still rolled unpleasantly and there was a telling tremor under her tongue that warned her it might be best to stay in the bathroom a little while longer. She settled heavily against the wall to catch her breath.

It didn't make any sense. For most of the day, Hange felt fine. A little tired, maybe, but that was only to be expected after spending half the night every night on the bathroom floor. Tonight, no doubt, would follow the uncomfortably familiar routine: Hange would dry-heave a little longer, until the queasiness abated enough for Levi to convince her to come back to bed, and then she would toss and turn, too warm beneath the bed clothes, until she could fall into a restless sleep. She'd wake up feeling a little groggy, a little bleary, unreasonably hungry, but after a coffee and some breakfast she would feel well again. Perfectly normal.

Like clockwork, Levi appeared in the doorway just as Hange had flopped herself back over the toilet. She felt his palm, cool and soft, press against the back of her neck. Hange gathered her hair back from her face with both hands, braced her elbows on the toilet bowl, letting out a groan of discomfort as her stomach twisted, threatened to revolt again. Levi's thumb rubbed soothingly against her neck.

Sure enough, she brought up nothing more, but she gagged plenty, and found herself gasping for breath by the time she leaned back against Levi, aching and exhausted. His lips pressed into her damp hair.

Levi was as silent as always. His touch was pleasant, his presence welcome. Hange needed the hand he offered to pull her to her feet, needed his reassuring grip at her hips as she brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out. Her quaking knees felt unstable beneath her.

He lay facing her after they got into bed. Hange was sprawled out atop the covers, shifting restlessly to find the coolest patches on the bed. Levi watched her for a moment, then said, "This isn't normal."

Hange only grumbled.

"You said you'd book an appointment with the doctor."

Hange grumbled again. Levi ticked his tongue and rolled to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Call tomorrow."

"If I didn't know better," Hange said sluggishly, "I'd say you were worried about me."

He scowled and rolled onto his other side, his back to her now.

"No, just sick of waking up at half four every morning to drag you back to bed."

Hange managed a small, wicked snicker, but shuffled across the space between them and pressed an apologetic kiss to the back of his neck.

"Must be dreadful," she said. Her voice sounded raw, hoarse. She buried her nose into his hair and took a long, deep breath. Levi grunted, but reached back and pulled her arm loosely over his hip. He knotted their fingers together loosely.

"Call them, Hange."

Hange gave his fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"I will."

Hange prided herself on being a reasonably intelligent person. She had two degrees, was working towards her doctorate, and already had her name on a small handful of peer-reviewed research papers. She spoke multiple languages, read dissertations for fun, kept a (in Levi’s words) disgustingly realistic human skeleton in a box under the bed for study purposes, and had spent the better part of the last 26 years of her life studying human biology and physiology.

How she had not predicted that she might be pregnant was almost unfathomable.

She left the doctors office in a daze with an appointment card and several pamphlets in hand. She had been referred hastily to a midwife and the hospital would soon be sending out a date for an ultrasound—“As soon as possible,” the doctor had said, “since you’re not sure how far along you are.”

The thing is, Hange had been on the same birth control pill for years now. Forgetful as she may be about many, many things (like eating, and bathing, and washing the dishes and taking out the garbage and and and), Hange was religious in taking that damn pill at the same time every single day. She had never missed it, not even once. Without a regular cycle, Hange had no way of predicting when they had conceived, and the doctor was eager to make sure no essential landmarks in her antenatal care were missed, if they could possibly help it.

The thought had never even crossed her mind. It seemed ridiculous now, in hindsight. The sickness was one thing, but now that she thought about it, there were a whole host of small oddities that Hange could easily attribute to pregnancy. Lethargy, and bloating, heartburn, and she had been peeing more than usual—Hange groaned, and scrubbed her hands over her face. She should have suspected, at least. Should have put the pieces together sooner.

But, stupid and naive as it may be, she hadn’t thought it possible. Why worry about it, when Hange had taken consistent precautions to avoid it?

She felt queasy the entire bus ride home.

It wasn’t that she was against the idea of having children. One day, maybe. When she had finished her doctorate, got herself a steady, well-paid job. When she and Levi had moved out of their tiny, cramped apartment into somewhere bigger, somewhere more suited for a family.

And god. Levi.

This was something they’d never really talked about. For his part, Levi never seemed all that interested. He was good with Hange’s nieces and nephews, and Erwin’s son adored him, and he hadn’t showed any express dislike for children, but—well, tolerating other peoples little brats and raising your own are two very different things.

What if Levi didn’t want the baby? What if he did? Hange wasn’t even sure herself what she wanted to do about the whole situation—what if she didn’t want it? What if, after some reflection, Hange decided now wasn’t a good time? Could they even afford a baby right now? Hange’s money was tied up in her education, while Levi was just making ends meet at the office. They got by well enough with just the two of them, but add in a baby? A whole other person, entirely dependant on them for support? Hange could barely feed and bathe herself, some days, never mind responsibly care for a child.

By the time the bus pulled up near the house, Hange felt more distressed than ever. Levi, at least, was at work until the evening, so she had a few more hours to herself to mull everything over, but the entire situation made her stomach clench and churn unpleasantly with every new thought.

The prospect of having a child was terrifying. The prospect of not having this child was nauseating.

Levi had left the flat in pristine condition when he had left for work, but Hange barely had the energy to feel even a little guilty as she shrugged off her coat and kicked off her shoes, leaving both strewn about the floor. She dumped her bag and made her way sluggishly through to the bedroom.

Levi had made the bed. The sheet was stretched flat over the mattress, the pillows perfectly fluffed and set against the headboard. Hange’s nightshirt, one of Levi’s old, baggy shirts, too stretched and threadbare for him to wear, had been folded neatly and left on her side of the bed, her slippers lined up smartly with the bed frame. For some reason—hormones, she told herself—her eyes watered, and a lump swelled in her throat. She sniffled pitifully as she stripped off her clothes and pulled on the shirt, clambering into the bed and tugging the sheets until the cocooned around her.

Hange passed the rest of the day tossing and turning in bed. She tried to nap, but her mind was too restless, occupied with thoughts of the baby, with the concept of having to tell Levi when he came home. She could try to lie, say the doctors had done some blood work, that she was waiting on the results of some test or other, but Levi knew her too well. She could never lie to him, and her despondent state would give her away before she had the chance to say anything.

The sun was beginning to set by the time she heard Levi’s keys in the door. She felt exhausted, head aching with all the thinking, considering, weighing up her options; with running over every possible outcome she could imagine. Keeping the baby, getting rid of the baby, Levi not wanting the baby, Levi leaving over the baby—every scenario she could imagine was worse than the last. There was only one idea that she had hardly dared entertain, in fear of disappointment if things didn’t work out.

She heard Levi call out for her, but gave no answer. She listened, curled up in a ball on her side, as he shuffled around, no doubt picking up her coat and shoes from where she had abandoned them. And then he made his way towards the bedroom, steps soft on the plush carpet. The bedroom door creaked open.

“Hange?”

She made a small, warbled noise under the bedclothes. Levi came to sit on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. His hand found the curve of Hange’s hip.

“How was it?”

Hange made another noncommittal sound. She wiped her nose and eyes on the sheets, but didn’t dare show her face just yet. She wasn’t ready. She had never prepared for this conversation, never even imagined it before today. It was too soon. Not enough time to rehearse.

Levi’s hand moved to her back, rubbing lightly up and down her spine, before dropping to the mattress behind her. He leaned over her, and she felt his lips press warm and gentle to the point of her shoulder. A fresh wave of tears poured over the bridge of her nose and down the side of her face.

She tried to be quiet, but something—the shake of her shoulder, perhaps, or the shudder of air as she tried to take a steadying breath in—gave way to her crying. Levi moved off the bed, but Hange felt his fingers prying lightly at the sheets, pulling them down until he could get a good look at her face. He was kneeling by the bed now, face level with her, and he looked at her with worry pinching deep creases between his brows.

“Oi, what’d they say?”

Hange bit the inside of her lip and rubbed her damp cheek on the pillow. If Levi was bothered by her using their bedding as a tissue, he didn’t show it. He simply looked at her, eyes darting over her face, searching. It occurred to Hange then how this must look to him. She had gone to the doctors due to unexplained, violent sickness, and now she is in bed, hours later, still crying about whatever news she had received.

“I’m fine,” she said. Levi’s tense shoulders relaxed a fraction, but his face remained pinched, frowning and concerned. Hange wanted to tell him quickly, simply, like ripping off a plaster, but the words would not come. She opened her mouth, but her throat constricted painfully.

Eventually, she said, “my bag. There’s some stuff in my bag. Have a look.”

Levi gave her a somewhat quizzical look, but stood, dropping a quick kiss to her temple before going to fetch the bag, and dipping his hand in to fish out the contents inside.

Hange watched with her breath held and her stomach clenched as Levi pulled out the handful of leaflets and turned them over, looking at each one in turn. His eyes widened fractionally as comprehension dawned on him. His lips pressed into a thin line. Leaden weight settled in Hange’s gut. She curled into a tighter ball, pressing the bedsheets over her mouth and nose, waiting for him to gather himself enough to say something.

After a moment, he spoke.

“That’s all?”

Huh? “Huh?!”

Hange disentangled her arms from the sheets and sat up, staring at him. Levi moved to sit on the edge of the bed again, a scowl back on his face, though there was an intriguing flush high on his cheeks as he whacked her lightly on the top of the head with the leaflets.

“Stupid four-eyes,” he said, exasperated. “Crying like that. I thought you were dying.”

“I’m pregnant.” Hange said the word slowly, carefully, in case Levi had somehow misunderstood. He had the audacity to look at her like she was stupid.

“I can see that.”

“And you have nothing more to say about it? That’s all?”

Levi shrugged a little at her. Aside from the small patches of colour in his cheeks, Levi seemed wholly unfazed by the revelation.

“It’s just a baby. We can handle a baby.”

“That doesn’t terrify you?”

Levi scrutinised her for a moment, before he said, “are you scared?”

“Yes? Yes! How are you so calm? We can’t afford a baby—we don’t have the time for a baby? Where will they going to sleep? We don’t have a spare room. Can we get time off work to take care of a baby? How will we pay for childcare when we can’t be around?”

“Hange,” Levi said, putting a stop to her rambling. He watched her with a pinched stare. “Do you not want it?”

Hange had spent the majority of the day mulling over this same question. Staring a family was a huge, life-changing commitment, something that required careful forethought and planning. They had not had that luxury. Hange was pregnant now. She had doubts and fears, more than she could ever express, but the idea of simply having a baby—of having this baby—wasn’t upsetting. In the small, brief moments she had allowed herself to imagine a future where she and Levi were parents, where they weren’t wanting for money or time, where things were well, she felt happy. Giddy. The prospect was almost exciting.

“It’s not that,” Hange said earnestly. “I do—I’ve been thinking about it all day, and I—I do want it. But I just—we had no time to prepare. We have no savings, we have no space, I’m a mess. How are we supposed to take care of a tiny person? Babies are hard work, Levi.”

“You’re already hard work.”

Hange laughed weakly, and wiped at her face again. Levi pressed a kiss to her raw cheek.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said.

Hange leaned into him, sighing quietly.

“Is this the kind of thing we can just figure out?”

Levi hummed, shrugging his shoulder. His fingers skimmed up beneath Hange’s shirt, splaying over the small of her back and pulling her closer.

“Why not? We’ve done a good job bullshitting our way through everything else.”

Hange laughed lightly and bumped the side of her head against Levi’s.

“This is different, Levi. This is a person. A tiny little person who is going to need me and you to do everything for them. What if we can’t do it? What if we mess up?”

“Hange.” Levi pulled back a little and his hands came up to grip either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. “Stop. I know all that. But if you want the brat, and I want the brat, we’ve got no choice but to get on with it.”

“I know, I know, but—wait, you want the baby?”

Levi maintained eye contact with her, but it seemed to take a concentrated effort to do so. The flush of his cheeks deepened a little and his lips quirked at the corners. No doubt to compensate for the show of emotion, he pulled his face into his customary frown.

“It’s fine,” he said. Hange fought the urge to roll her eyes and caught his hands as he lowered them from her face, pulling them into her lap.

“Are you saying that because it’s already too late, or do you want to keep it?”

Levi’s face took on a look of constipated strain. He curled his lip as though in distaste, then hooked a hand around the back of Hange’s neck and pulled her face to his abruptly, smacking a kiss to her lips. He let his forehead settle against hers and stroked his thumb over the hinge of her jaw.

He fought to keep his tone neutral, but Hange could hear the happy tremor in his voice as he said again, “It’s fine.”

For the first time since hearing the news that day, Hange allowed herself to feel excited. To accept the idea that she and Levi were about to start their own bizarre little family. That Levi was still with her felt incredible enough, but to know that he was pleased—it was more than she could ever have hoped for. Hange gave a wet laugh and kissed him again.

“Are you allergic to looking happy?” Hange asked as they broke apart. Levi clicked his tongue and pulled back to flick her square between the eyebrows. She laughed a little louder and leaned to wipe her runny nose on his shoulder. Levi muttered under his breath, but didn’t push her away.

“Okay,” Hange said, after a moment. She sat back and pushed her hair back from her face. “Okay. We’re having a baby, then.”

Levi’s rubbed the smile from his lips with the back of his hand, nodding. “We’re having a baby.”

Hange sunk down to flop back over the pillows. Levi looked down at her, head tilted, chewing the inside of his lip. Hange reached up to brush his fringe off his forehead, warmth spilling in her chest when he held her hand close and turned to kiss her palm.

She smiled a little playfully, and freed a leg from the sheets to dig her toes into his ribs.

“If I’d known you wanted kids I would have been significantly less stressed, you know.”

Levi quirked a brow at her.

“I’ve told you that before.”

“No, you haven’t.”

“I have. At your sisters wedding.”

Hange racked her brain, searching for the conversation. She remembered the occasion, and she remembered that she and Levi had somehow ended up babysitting Hange’s family brood. She remembered Levi, wrestling to keep her youngest nephew on his lap while the eldest, still only five or six at the time, was clambering up the back of his chair, sticky hands tugging at Levi’s collar. Hange fought hard to recall more of what was said, but could remember nothing at all of Levi announcing that he had wanted one of his own.

“You said these brats aren’t so bad,” Hange said slowly.

Levi nodded at her. Hange waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t, only looked at her like there was nothing more he needed to say.

“That’s it? That’s your idea of telling me you want kids?”

“The hell else could I have meant?”

Hange dug her toe at him again but Levi caught her foot this time, pushing it firmly down onto the mattress. Hange reached for him with both arms instead, curling them around the back of his neck and tugging him down quickly. He toppled over her with a quiet oof, and Hange rolled them quickly, straddling his waist and dropping her weight down onto him.

“That is the kind of thing you say clearly, Levi! These brats aren’t so bad—you’re ridiculous!”

Levi wrestled with her arms a little longer before giving up and bringing his hands instead to rest low on her hips. He watched her with a curious expression on his face, something open and soft, and then his eyes roved down to her abdomen and his thumbs brushed inwards, beneath the hem of her shirt, stroking over her lower belly.

This time, he didn’t fight his smile.

He reached up and pulled her down by the neck, and kissed her soundly. Hange melted against him, welcomed the press of his tongue between her lips, shuddered pleasantly when he nipped at her bottom lip. She went with him willingly as he rolled them both over, nudging a knee between her legs and settling his weight against her.

She was spreading her legs to make space for him, when he paused suddenly, and pulled back, leaning over the bed and scooping through the discarded back of leaflets. Hange, winded and dishevelled, watched him incredulously as he flicked through the contents of one, then tossed it aside and opened another.

“What are you doing?”

Without looking up, Levi replied, “Checking.”

“Checking what?”

“I wanna know if we can still—” he waved a hand between them, and went back to searching.

“We’ve been—” Hange mimicked his gesture, “—up until now anyway.”

Levi looked up at her, looking mildly horrified. He held up one his open leaflet and said, “You’ve been drinking alcohol, too. You’re not supposed to do that. And look, here—you’re not supposed to overwork. You’ll have to take on less hours at the university. And you’ll eat. Proper damn meals. Every day.”

Hange flopped back against the pillows, eyes rolling, watching as Levi picked up each new leaflet in turn, pointing out every little adjustment that Hange would have to make.

“This one says you should get eight to ten hours sleep per night. Every night. And not so much coffee, the caffeine’s bad for the baby.”

The baby. It sounded surreal. It sounded ridiculous. Levi shifted to sit against the headboard beside her after opening the chunky little What to Expect While Expecting volume Hange had been handed while leaving the doctors. He seemed thoroughly engrossed, and seemingly unaware when one of his hands reached out to pull Hange’s hair free of its ponytail and sink into her hair. She hummed happily as his nails scraped over her scalp.

Things were still scary, and Hange was still uncertain about how this whole adventure might turn out. But Levi was still with her, and Levi was happy, and that—

—Well, that was good enough.

#levihan #ask #my writing #this was fun!! thank you :D #hoping I can get around to the other prompts soon too!!

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jetaime-jespere · 3 years

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In response to a request, set in the WSNE universe shortly after Nora is born. TW for some references to postpartum anxiety.

word count: 1,380

Emily thought the pregnancy would be the hardest part.

The fatigue in the first trimester, coupled with near-constant nausea hit hard and fast, rendering it nearly impossible for her to work a case for almost eight weeks. Despite Aaron’s protests, Emily insisted on coming to the BAU whenever she could gather the energy to get down the stairs and into the car. She would pace into the bullpen at his side, a plastic bucket never too far away. The team would take turns telling her to go home, we can do this without you for a few weeks - but to no avail. She couldn’t be persuaded, even if most afternoons ended with her curled in a ball on the leather sofa in Aaron’s office, her hand under her cheek and a blanket tossed over her legs. The food aversions came soon after that - coffee was the first to go. She glared at Aaron before promptly vomiting one morning as he brewed a fresh pot, and threatened to toss the brand new Nespresso machine out the window in between dry heaves. Jack’s chicken nuggets followed shortly after; Aaron’s patience explaining to him just why they couldn’t get a fresh bag of dinosaur nuggets after he’d tossed the old ones nearly broke the seven year old’s heart. But Aaron explained it was to help Emily feel better, and he obliged with an innocent smile, albeit disappointed. Crackers were the only thing she could stomach until the middle of her second trimester. The body changes were a mental hurdle - her hips widened until only yoga pants felt comfortable, the varicose veins made her cringe. She adored the bump that grew underneath her shirt but loathed the heartburn and breathlessness that soon came with it.

She learned the hard way that was just the beginning.

Nora came into the world dramatically, during a snowstorm in February, and while VDOT plowed the roads and restored powerlines, Emily and Aaron spent blissful days soaking up baby snuggles, completely oblivious to everything except the tiny bundle in her arms and Jack nestled between them. The visitors came after that - an endless parade of friends - mostly the team, coming after work or on weekends, bringing meals and conversation. JJ held Nora while Emily took blissful hot showers, Penelope cleaned the kitchen and brought groceries while Morgan carried Jack around on his shoulders. Dave brought whiskey and cigars, shared with Aaron on the porch, and Emily never quite got tired of seeing their baby daughter nestled in her Godfather’s arms.

It was when things settled into what should have been a new normal, about a week after Nora’s birth, that Aaron sensed something was wrong. It started with irritability - snapping at him immediately when he brought her coffee as she finished nursing Nora. She had a short fuse with Jack, sometimes having zero patience for his persistent questions about his baby sister.

“Does Emily not like me anymore, Daddy? Now that Nora is here?” Jack tearfully wept in his lap, reminiscent of earlier years, and Aaron’s throat tightened with empathy for not only his son, but his wife too, undoubtedly struggling with more emotions than she knew what to do with. “No buddy,” he soothed. “Emily loves you very much.”

Jack wasn’t exactly convinced, but a crisis was temporarily averted.

In Aaron’s opinion, she was a natural. Breastfeeding took a few tries but Emily was a pro by now; Nora was a decent sleeper. She fed her and changed her, sang to her. Watching her with their daughter was something he’d never tire of; it gave him an inordinate sense of pride. He knew she would be a wonderful mother. He wished Emily saw it that way too. He was determined to show her that.

But there were other signs. Her appetite vanished - uncharacteristically Emily - and on more than one occasion, he watched her scrape a half-eaten plate of food into the trash can. “You’re breast-feeding, Emily,” Aaron said gently, later that night, wondering if it was worth the argument, partially concealed by the depths of his closet as he got ready for bed. “You need to take care of yourself, too.”

“I’m doing the best I can, Aaron.” Emily looked exhausted as she lifted a helplessly crying Nora into her arms. “Sometimes I don’t know I’m cut out for this.” And she swore under her breath, the baby against her shoulder, face pale as the final straw broke. “I don’t know what she wants.” Her voice cracked, the exhaustion bleeding through. “I’m failing at this.” And then she seemingly crumpled before him, sinking onto their bed with Nora in her arms. For a moment Aaron stood helpless, staring between his sobbing wife and wailing daughter, unsure of who to help first.

But then he’s across their bedroom in three strides, taking Nora out of her arms and pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “Emily, sweetheart, please listen to me. Just listen to my voice.” He somehow gets her attention while bouncing Nora enough to settle her. “Go take a shower while I get her settled. We’ll be okay for a few minutes.”

He gets Nora settled in a record amount of time. The baby is sound asleep in the bassinet next to Emily’s bed before he nudges the bathroom door open. A thick cloud of steam greets him; Emily sits perched on the sink wrapped in a towel. Wet hair drips down her back, her head sits in her hands. It’s clear she hasn’t exactly stopped crying, either. His chest is cleaved in half as he wraps both arms around her, gently pulls her down to her feet. “Come on,” he murmurs. “Let’s get you dried off.”

Once the towel has been replaced with a set of nursing-friendly pajamas, Aaron tucks her against his chest in their bed. Emily is almost lifeless in his arms, her body succumbing to the blinding exhaustion that comes along with caring for a newborn. Aaron rocks her gently, like he’s done many times before. “Talk to me, Emily. Please.”

She buries her face in his neck, curling into herself. He shakes his head, swipes his finger under her chin and tilts her head up to meet his gaze. “Nothing you say will make me love you any less, you know that, right?”

Her breaths come erratically, an aftereffect of the tears. When she finally finds words, they come as a whisper. “For so long, all I wanted was to be a mother. And I’m failing at it.”

“No,” he says immediately, dragging his knuckles across her cheekbone, cupping her chin in his hand. “How can you think that? What could ever give you that idea?”

“I never thought it would be this hard.” She finally admits. Her teeth sink into her lower lip; she struggles to meet his eyes once again. “What if I’m not cut out for this?”

How long has she felt like this? How long has she struggled to keep it together?

“You are not failing.” Aaron holds her his chest, brushes his lips over her forehead and rubs her back in slow, sweeping circles. “Never. Not in any way, shape, or form.” His words are firm, a contrast to the gentleness of his touch. “You could never.”

“I feel like one,” she sniffles. “It seems like nothing I do is right. The house is a mess. I’m a mess. JJ made this look so easy.” Emily swipes at her eyes with the back of her hand. “I thought once she was here, it would be different but … I don’t even know. I’m so tired, Aaron.”

“We have a newborn, sweetheart. We’re supposed to be tired.” He shifts them so they’re seated more upright, but doesn’t let her pull away. He smiles when she laughs a little, the tension in her body starting to fade. “But we’re going to do it together. You and me. We’re a team.”

For the first time in what feels like days Emily finally relaxes against him as his words sink in, beaming as her eyes flutter closed. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you too. More than you would ever know. And I will tell you every day just what a wonderful mother you are.”

It’s the last thing she hears before she falls asleep in his arms.

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #hotch x Prentiss #wsne universe #drabble #fluffy #domestic hotchniss #hotchniss fanfic #prompts

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i8jisoo · 4 years

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader

hyunjin x reader | part four of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; pregnancy, lots of cursing (i have a streak), birth, n kkami bein a meanie

↬ notes; ok this might be my fav in the series | 1.5k wc

u and hyunjin actually were broken up when u found out about the pregnancy

u waited (stalled fuck off) until five months since u really didnt know what to do with the news

u kinda feel like ur insane, playing your ex-boyfriends music constantly and watching interviews of him but it kept u company and gave u a reminder that u still needed to tell him

u got this rly cute popped out bump, just rly kinda like those movies but u know its gonna get bigger and grow to have stretch marks

one day ur just sitting on the sofa of your apartment n the next thing u know ur door is being opened and hyunjin is barging in

ofc ur in a sports bras and a pair of basketball shorts cause they r comfortable and shirts r overrated

ur there with set out marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate, as well as peppermint sticks on the side just eating them together

ur in the middle of eating a smore u had put together

u swallow ur smore slowly, sucking on ur fingertips n just staring at him

“oh my fucking god- and it’s true?”

ur honestly so confused until u remember u dont have on a shirt n ur bump is showing

ur standing up in a millisecond, hyunjin getting more upset by the second just looking at u

“why— how? how could you just not tell me?”

baby boy has those angry tears and the strained voice hes just so upset and the guilt is setting in for u

“i’m five and a half months.”

fuck hormones cause next thing u know ur crying and u cant do anything to make it stop

u guys really can’t be mad at each-other, ur relationship was filled with nothing but kindness and it ended only because u two felt it was going no where

ofc u two argued about it and in the end hyunjin was the one who walked out

“we can try again. you can move back in right? we can stay together and put back the pieces.”

u agreed n by the next morning he was there to help u pack ur things up n take them back to his place

he ends up seeing the box of baby stuff, with unopened bottle packages and sonograms, as well as a disc that was labelled as your 3D ultrasound

u find him just sitting there, staring at the black and white sonogram with tears freely falling down his cheeks

he doesn't even notice u next to him until ur thumb swipes the tear away from his cheek

u two just smile at each-other, his arm wrapping around u n pulling u in to his side

“that’s our baby?” he asks, not removing his eyes from the little white blob that barely was the size of a jaw breaker n u just whispered, “yea, it is.”

ur relationship doesn’t exactly get back into what it was at first,,

ur both nervous and cautious around each other

at first he insists he can just sleep on the couch so u can take his bed but u insist u both can sleep together

hyunjin doesn’t mean to but he somehow always winds up with his arm around u n ur bump every morning

he will talk to the bump n tell them how they r gonna have the best mommy n daddy 🥺

“did u know ur mommy is one of my favorite people to be with? i know ur gonna hear the story one day of how we became parents but i have always loved her, even when we weren’t together i loved your mommy. i hope one day you will love someone as much as i love your mommy, i hope you get your mommy’s personality bub.”

ur fake sleeping wbk but u dont move so u can let him talk

around eight months u two are way more comfortable n are getting closer

he lets u borrow his clothes because u used to do that even when u weren’t pregnant and he figured they were more comfortable & better looking than ur maternity outfits 😣

he rly goes the whole nine yards, buying anything u can think of for the baby n he’ll sometimes wake u up from ur sleep (if he’s rly excited) just so he can show u what he bought

hyunjin is in love with u and kkami cuddling together

also when ur due date got closer u both def went out for walks with kkami or played in the dog park with kkami

(u couldn’t really be as active as hyunjin but it was fine with u just watching)

something within hyunjin changes n he just gets so shy n flustered around u ^.^

he’s crushing so hard on u and u can guess he is but then again u two were just living together for the pregnancy

it’s probably three in the morning n hyunjin had just came home

ofc u were crying

a rly cute dog ad was playing with a baby in it as well :(

u explain n hiccup while doing so

hes so s o f t at this moment

he presses a soft kiss to ur lips n ur like wow thats um—

he doesn’t even care how shocked u r this man goes back in for more kisses

“i want you, i wanna be a real family. i wanna one day marry you, have more babies or get other dogs, that’s all i’ve ever wanted since the day we met.”

enywayz u two r dating,, a g a i n

spooning half of the time during ur last few weeks of pregnancy, but the boys come over frequently n for some reason jeongin is always bringing presents?? its cute but u guys RLY didn’t need anymore toys for the baby

u guys r just cuddling n he’s got one hand on ur bump before ur like

“ow,, fuck that hurt.”

“hey don’t swear around the baby!”

u just suppose it’s a hard kick since the baby had been active a lot recently n the pains had been occurring often

kkami is very cuddly today n he’s giving u kisses

hyunjin lowkey jealous cause kkami doesn’t ever give him kisses like that ⸜( ⌓̈ )⸝

yall ever seen the thing where dogs know pregnant people the best n they can like SENSE something goin on??

well kkami was on it

baby kkami is sniffing u n just restless in ur lap n its a lil weird cause kkami is ALWAYS sleeping or sitting still cause kkami has turned as lazy as u n hyunjin

u have this feeling but instead u just tell hyunjin u gotta pee :P

newsflash: u didnt n as soon as u got up, boom, theres ur water breaking and running down ur leg

“it feels gross.”

ur literally whining about ur pants while a baby is coming out of ur ... hooha 😳 n hyunjin is freaking out

he’s rushing around the rooms n making sure everything is in the bag and nothing gets left behind

last thing on his mind is changing ur clothes

though he does, putting u in his baggy sweatshirt and a pair of his shorts

hes freaking out lets be honest the thought of u giving birth is fuckin scary

hyunjin is so out of it and spaced out while ur cool n talking normally with pauses everytime theres a contraction

“aish, why are you so worried? i’m the one that should be worried!!”

ur not cool after an u hit the four hours in labor mark

u do not want to be t o u c h e d

touching u is off limits ur so sweaty n ur body feels like its crumbling u cannot deal with someone holding ur hand or holding u

hyunjin just sits there

hes kinda in a different realm while he stares at the clock on the wall

hes so ready to meet the baby but apparently ur body was exactly 4 centimetres not ready :(

hes just trying to distract u by talking with the boys n his other friends, all of the face timing to talk to the parents to be 🥺

yall r wrapping up a call with jeongin when u have the built up pressure feeling again

he doesn’t even explain to jeongin hes so quickly to hang up n ask u whats wrong

“i— it feels like i have to push.”

he’s already pressing the pretty lil white button on ur bed for the nurses n doctors

they confirm that u indeed r ready to push and that the baby is in position

hyunjin trying to take a peek WHAT A WEIRDO

yall hearing ur baby has a head full of hair and u just give hyunjin this look

like WTF no wonder why u had so much heartburn its because of ur fuckin rapunzel baby daddy

here comes the cries, loud n u just heard the quietest sob from beside u which was hyunjin

“it’s a baby boy, congrats!!”

his lil puppy baby boy 🥺

he had a lil pout like his daddy n his brown locks on top of his head

it was kinda creepy how similar they looked

anyways u dont care ur lil boy is p e r f e c t and nobody could dare tell yall different

u would disagree anyways because thats ur lil pouty baby boy n hes so cute 🥺

“we got a pretty good break-up story right? one for the books.”

he’s got baby boy in his arms bundled up but that doesn’t stop u from smacking his arm before kissing him quickly

“yea, we do.”

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hexpea · 3 years

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Ch. 7 - Breaking the Seal

⚠️NSFW BELOW⚠️

AN: Inspired by Heartburn - Wafia and You Are My High - DJ Snake

"Oh?" Gojo asked with great interest at your sudden response. He looked at you directly, using the hand that wasn't resting behind you on the sofa to pull down his glasses just a tad, the bright blue orbs piercing into the deep crevices of your soul.

You closed your eyes as if to really analyze your decision right now, wondering if you were truly sober enough to even be thinking about this. Considering you had your mind made up prior to meeting with Nanami, you decided to pursue. Without any extra words, you turned your attention to him completely. Your own eyelids were now heavy with lust, the dim lighting not making it any better. You slowly began to lean toward him. He remained in the same position, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and allowing his lips to part, ready to meet yours for the third time. You decided just then to get a little bit more daring, this time moving your body quickly so that it was straddling him. Each of your knees met the back of the couch cushions and his hands placed themselves on your waist, his feet still lounging on the hassock as if he were the king of the world. You then cupped his face and kissed him harshly, smashing your faces together hard enough to feel each other's teeth through the flesh. Both of your lips slightly parted to continue the kiss, his tongue taking the opportunity to thrust into your mouth. You slowly began to feel his erection grow beneath you, the two of you both in just sweatpants. With your lips still attached you began to grind against his length, small moans escaping his lips. He then gripped your hips even harder, forcing you even harder down against him. You felt yourself soaking through the thin fabric of your sweatpants as your clit grazed against the fabric repetitively.

"Are...we actually...going to do...this?" Gojo asked in between kisses. You were like a starved animal, forcing yourself onto him and he fully welcomed it.

"Shut up," you growled into his lips as your hands began to travel down his chest, reaching the bottom of his tee. You began to lift up, your cold hands against his hardened skin. The shirt came up the higher your hands went up until they reached his pictorials. You broke the kiss for just a moment to get his shirt off, revealing his hardened abdomen which was heaving heavily from the stimulation.

His hands raced up your own shirt, swiping it off in one motion. You were now completely topless, having left your bra on campus. "Gorgeous," he whispered to himself when he was able to sneak a glance at you, even despite the large scar across your stomach that looked to have been there for at least a month or so, well before you two met. The two shirts landed on the floor in one pile. You dove back down into his face, biting his lower lip with great force and nearly drawing blood before he pulled away with his mouth still partially open.

"Have I really depraved you so badly?" He asked with a hoarse voice, looking your expression up and down from behind his black shades. "I told you when we met that I don't bite...and it turns out that you do," his tone was excited as you gave a sadistic grin as you got off of his lap.

Painfully slow for Gojo's gaze, you shook your hips back and forth to wiggle from your sweatpants, allowing them to drop to the floor. He rubbed his chin and looked you up and down as if he were about to buy whatever it was you were selling. As if to reward you, he lifted his ass off the couch partially to push his waistband down to the center of his thighs, black boxer briefs hiding the large bulge that he then grabbed and repositioned toward him. He allowed his head to rest back on the cushion as he watched you, his large hand stroking his dick through the fabric of his underwear. With his free hand, he wagged his index finger for you to come near. You listened, returning to your position of straddling him. You gently allowed yourself back on his dick through the two pieces of tiny fabric that separated you. He delicately grabbed the back of your neck and drew you down to his lips, meeting softly as your hips began to rock. The feeling of his cock through his underwear was so much more detailed than before. You could even feel the head against your clit as you drew your hips back. It was tantalizing.

"Do you like what you feel?" He asked softly in your ear, having parted the kiss to have his lips graze your lobe. You breathed out sharply, hesitant to answer and allow his power to consume you.

"I've made my decision," you whispered back, dodging the question, "fuck me already."

Gojo smirked and remained silent, craning his neck to you and smashing his lips to yours once again with his large palm cradling the base of your head. With his lips still pressed to yours, he stood up. His height was a bit terrifying at first but you kept pace with him until he threw you back on the sofa and knelt on the cushion in front of you. His fingers quickly hooked around the waistband of your panties. He gave you a serious look as if to ask for consent.

"Do it already," you commanded, your hands reaching for his shoulders so your nails could claw into his flesh. He gave a deep laugh as he dragged your panties down until they looped around your ankles and joined the rest of the clothing on the floor.

With your body now bare before him, his hands placed themselves on your knees and began trailing forward, the feeling of his rough palms against your soft skin nearly tickled. As his hands grew closer to your sex, so did his face...tauntingly close. Once he was inches away from you, he removed one hand to take his sunglasses off only to toss them on the nearby hassock. His lids slowly closed as he leaned in, your body quaking with anticipation as his tongue slowly stuck out. His tastebuds met your folds and his eyes began to open again as you looked down at him. You were losing your aggression with the heat of his saliva and breath against your labia. The look on his face made you weak. He looked so angelic, as if his only goal was to pleasure you. He blinked slowly as his tongue went deeper, one of his hands coming up to position his thumb against your clit, rubbing in painfully slow circles. Once too much of his spit began to pool at the base of his chin, dripping down your center toward the sofa, he sucked against your clit and swallowed hard. He then widened his lips a bit more to press further against your clit with his tongue, thumb now removed. His tongue gave quick little flicks and tiny little circles. Your body began to writhe beneath him, your back arching up and unable to keep focused on his blue eyes. Your fingernails clawed at the tight fabric of the couch, ribcage moving up and down with deep breaths - the pain of your fractures almost non-existent at this point. "Satoru," you whispered through a breathy moan. The tingling sensation that had built in your abdomen increased quickly, your walls beginning to slowly pulsate as his fingers now made their way into you, underneath his chin so his focus could remain on your clit. Those two digits, familiar from the night at the infirmary, began to curl upward into the rough patch that nearly sent you over the edge. He began to move them in a wave-like pattern, twisting and scissoring to bring you even closer to the brink of explosion. The moans and sighs you were giving him were like music to his ears. He knew exactly how good he was doing thanks to your weakened state. He loved being in control. Just as you were about to climax, he pulled away with a smirk as if he understood where you were.

"Wh-what?" You breathed heavily, lifting you head and looking at him. Those eyes nearly took your breath away every time. You nearly forgot that it was him giving this to you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You think I'm going to let you get off that easily?" He teased, backing away and standing, his own fingers at his elastic waistband. He tugged downward just a bit, exposing the muscles that lead to his cock. He went a bit further than that one night, enough for you to see a few silver hairs that appeared right before his shaft.

You then realized exactly what he wanted, quickly kneeling onto the floor and careful to not get your wetness on the couch cushions. Your hands grazed his thighs, making their way up to his waistband where you began to pull all the way, his cock springing forth. The tip had nearly swiped your nose as it was exposed. He looked down at you and ran a hand through his hair, the strands falling back in front of his eyes as you looked up at him. You were standing on your knees, his height incredible compared to your own. From there, you stuck your tongue out and ran it along the underside of his shaft. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. His hand reached down and caressed the top of your head before pulling himself from you to take a seat on the couch for better accessibility and comfortability. He sat down with his legs spread wide enough for you to sit between. You resumed playing with your tongue, it going to the underside of his tip before you tilted your head to engulf it with the warmth of your mouth. You moved your body to the side just a bit so your hand could angle and cup his testicles, massaging gently. With your other free hand, you held the base of his cock and pushed him as far as he would go in your mouth without triggering your gag reflex. As you came down, you match the rhythm with your hands both massaging and pumping where necessary. Gojo's head fell back once more, his own chest rising and falling with pleasure at this point. "Fuck..." he groaned with his dick deep in your throat. Your pussy was sopping wet, surely some droplets had landed on the hardwood floor. He tried with all his might to keep himself from thrusting into your mouth, his hand caressing the side of his face as the air was filled with his satisfied moans. Your eyes began to water as he delicately placed more pressure on your head with his hand now moved. You felt the tip just at your uvula, wincing as it pressed just a bit too close. Your body lurched forward a bit, gagging, as your nose met his abdomen. He laughed through a moan, the feeling of complete warmth around his throbbing dick satisfied him more than anything. When you pulled away just enough, you could taste his bitter and salty pre-cum on the tip of your tongue, the taste making you salivate even more. You continued to give a few more pumps until he used his thumb and index finger to tilt your chin up and remove him from your mouth. You wiped the string of drool from your lips and stared at him, still hungry for more.

He carefully placed both hands on your shoulders and ran them down your upper arm, signaling that you should stand. He slowly guided your body over his, his blue eyes looking up at you as you looked down - a different perspective. His hands ran over the small of your back and over your bum, a crooked, close-lipped smile on his face. The two of you remained silent as you kept eye contact through low lids, your own mouth curving up into quite the close-lipped grin. He removed one of his hands from your backside and held the base of his cock, making sure it was going in the right direction. With his tip at your entrance, heart racing faster than ever, he watched you carefully as you descended - breaking the seal that kept you two apart. There's no going back now. Your eyes fluttered as you took in his length, inch-by-inch filling you up whole. He two closed his eyes, absorbing the feeling of your tight walls surrounding him as a light sigh fell from his lips, "finally." When you had taken him in completely, the two of you halted your movements. His neck craned up to reach your lips once more, planting soft kisses as you cupped his face. It wasn't a moment you expected from Gojo but it made your heart soar, feeling so much more than what you had felt with Nanami though consciously you detested the idea. This wasn't what you expected from him based on his behavior, these sensitive and passionate moments. It was as if something within him changed for you. His hands on your bottom lifted just slightly to bring you just a bit up for him to thrust easily beneath you. He started with small, light thrusts as his lips were still attached to yours. Considering his length, he delicately hit your cervix with each pulsation, hands trailing up your back and over your shoulders until he, too, cupped your face and pressed his lips onto you further. His tongue was rough against yours, twisting and turning as you felt his tastebuds glide against you own. You pulled apart from him, his thrusts coming to a stop, a string of saliva connecting you two. You wiped your mouth to separate it.

"What's...going on?" You asked quietly in relation to his slow movements. When you thought "sex with Gojo" you thought rough, wouldn't be able to feel between your legs rough, however you weren't disappointed. You truly enjoyed this side of Gojo, a side you wish you saw all the time. A look of interest and concern flashed across his face as if he realized he wasn't being his usual "Gojo" self.

"Sorry...just trying to take you all in," he smirked, his face turning a bit pink with embarrassment - out of character.

With that he picked you up, still attached to him, and he carried you down the hallway to his bedroom where a large California king sat draped in a black, Egyptian cotton comforter. He laid you flat on the mattress with his arms propped up on either side of your head. He pushed forward and took you in his mouth once more, thrusts now beginning to pick up the pace. You began to feel a familiar burning in your lower abdomen as he pushed his length deep into your core at full force. The pleasurable burning sensation built with your heartbeat, the two going hand in hand to bring you close to climax. He pulled away from you, looking at you hungrily with those dreamy blue eyes, his white hair swaying in front of his gaze and a small film of sweat began to form on his brow. His jaw was tense, moans escaping through gritted teeth. His eye contact and pleasured look nearly sent you over the edge, in complete disbelief that he was here...towering over you with his body inside of yours. His breathy moans meshed well with yours. The sounds that came from deep within your throat gave you quick goosebumps. Your own moans and cries followed his movements as if they helped him keep pace, letting them free fall from your mouth - your neck and back arching as he pounded into you, your hands grabbing the sheets next to you as a form of comfort. He fell onto one of his elbows, forearm now propping himself up as he used the other hand to trail down your leg and wrap it around his waist as he continued pounding away, his focus in a hypnotic state before diving toward your neck. Your hands came around his sides, digging your nails into his flesh that only made the look on his face hungrier. With his hand still on the side of your leg, it moved a bit more toward your bottom, raised, and gave a tight smack to your flesh, the stinging meshing with the nerves at your core. You felt his hot breath over your neck as he pressed his tongue to it, just on the side of the major vein that pulsated there. With the tip of his tongue still there, he pressed his lips to your flesh and began nipping and sucking, growling lowly through the contact as his thrusts began to grow sloppier and sloppier. Based on how tight he was sucking, you knew there'd be a clear mark right in the spot you could barely cover with reason. When he was satisfied with his work, he came back up and brought his focus back to you, his face was now redder than before. Your body swayed up and down against his rhythm and the soft mattress beneath you, your breasts rotating with it. With Gojo on his forearms, this brought his face close to yours and he allowed his forehead to rest on yours, your pupils making incredibly direct eye contact. His hot breath covered your face as his sighs became more desperate, eyelids fluttering as he came to his edge. Your own high was incredibly close, your core soaking wet around his dick. Despite the ease of the wetness, your tight walls began to clench and unclench, the knot in your stomach unraveling into millions of butterflies that escaped out of your throat in one, tight moan of his name, "Satoru!" Your back arched completely off of the mattress and your grip on Gojo's back tightened, surely piercing his flesh to a point of almost rupture. Crying his name out did it... He gave a deeply throated groan and pushed himself as far as he would go into you, your eye level meeting his chest for that moment, his own flesh pulsating against yours. The warm feeling at your center began to grow as his seed spilled into you.

Breathlessly, he rested his cheek against yours before pulling up to look at you. You, too, were breathless and face a light shade of pink. Both of your bodies had a film of light sweat, sending the smell of raw sex into the air. Gojo came up and placed a lingering peck to your forehead, something you weren't expecting but it gave your heart a strange but welcoming feeling.

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mrskurono · 3 years

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title: Maybe, I’m Afraid || Takahiro Hanamaki x fem!Reader

a/n: this is self indulgent af bc I want to dance with Makki on my birthday which is today but I’m pretending it’s not today + lovelytheband makes me think of Makki + I ain’t posting anything else all day long

word count: 2.2k

tags: fluff, angsty undertones, friends to lovers trope, casual alcohol consumption, not much just dialog and dancing

character(s): Takahiro Hanamaki (hq)

Dancing in your party dress.

You were singing me some Frank Sinatra as you wept.

This was swanky.

Makki admitted this was a pretty spectacular birthday bash. Beat having a few beers at the bar for his birthday. That was his style. And this was your style. It always had been and always would be.

A tug on his tie as he raised the champagne flute for another swig and wandered around. Through crowds of familiar and unfamiliar. Friends and family. Makki knew each face for the most part and why they would be here celebrating your birthday. Even coworkers that he only heard once or twice.

Everyone seemed so important. So why was he here?

Crowds thinning out. First when they’d separate when the man moved by them. Now Makki looked around to find most of the party guests weren’t around at all. He shrugged though. Figuring Mattsun didn’t mind him wandering around his home as he’d crashed with his bud a few times.

Hum of the music playing downstairs drown out by the chatter and walls. Makki laughed as he ascended to the second story about Mattun’s house being as quiet as a morgue. Jokes aside he didn’t think much of finding anyone up on the back balcony of the giant home.

After a bit of mingling Makki found himself unable to find you. And the lackluster to parade around with all these people he hardly saw drained him faster than anything. He was here for you but he couldn’t steal your attention away like you were teenagers. Adults didn’t do that. Adults had boundaries. You both were adults now so Makki thought this was fine.

Fine as being alone again was. Makki trailed his fingers along the oaken table top pushed up against the wall of the hallway. Without a fleck of dust of course. He shrugged it off and grabbed at the door handle of the sliding door to let himself out for a breath of fresh air.

Hinted at the sound of the downstairs music drifting upwards. Makki giggled to himself, “Heh, Mattsun getting the cops called on him for being too loud would be-”

“Makki!”

Stopping in his tracks the man whipped around to see your familiar face across the patio. Surely as shocked as he was. Both of you stared at one another for a moment before Makki continued to shut the door much softer now behind him, “What are....why aren’t you downstairs?”

“Why aren’t you downstairs?” You hand his question back, “Did someone send you up here? I thought I asked Mattsun not to say anything and-”

Quickly he shook his head waving your questions away, “No. Mattsun has no idea, I just came up here for some air is all.” He stopped and looked over at the empty champange glass on the edge of the patio, “Do you need another? I can go get you something if you’d-”

“Heh no,” You smile, relaxing back into yourself after he said no one was looking for you, “This stuff gives me heartburn anyways.”

Makki ambled up to the edge of the balcony with you. Seeing a clear view of all the on goings below, “Were you stalking people up here? This would be a great place to drop something from.”

Glancing at the man leaning into the railing next to you. Only a second goes by before you lean into your elbows and gaze out at the backyard with everything going on, “Nah. I wanted to return half this crap anyways when it’s over. Cleaning stains out woulda been too hard.”

He stopped poking fun at the party itself for a second. Chin resting in his palm when he casted a look over in your direction. Instead of the shimmering party hostess he saw coming in earlier. Now all Makki .saw his his best friend slumped into their friend’s deck railing overlooking something that didn’t quite resemble a true party.

“...what’s the deal huh?” Makki’s brow arched up, “This isn’t really your thing. So why the big bash?”

Swallowing a deep breath. Only to be let out in one big sigh. You push off the railing and rock back and forth on your feet childishly, “I dunno...I didn’t want to have a birthday this year.”

“Then don’t have one and do something small?”

“No...I don’t mean the party part.” You stop rocking and settle flat on your feet while looking out at nothing in particular, “I didn’t want to have a birthday....didn’t wanna, think about me I guess.”

“So you threw a giant party?” Makki snorted at the logic.

You shook your head, “No, mom brought it up. Then Mattsun caught wind. Iwa agreed. One thing lead to another. Suddenly there was a party to celebrate ‘me’ and I was placed in the middle of it with a cake to boot.”

Stepping away from the balcony Makki turned around no longer interested in everything going on under the two of you. Instead he leaned back and looked lazily over at you but still with a slight grin, “You certainly look like a cake topper.”

“Shut up,” You add insult to injury when you roll your eyes and push him away from you.

“What, I’m just saying-” Makki shrugged frankly, “You look more like you should be in the middle of those people dancing. Not up here alone with an empty glass.”

For a second you look at the empty champagne glass. A song comes on below. Drowned by the distance. But clearly you can hear what is it. Even if this didn’t feel like your party. The music as yours. Slowly you begin humming softly before looking over at him with a smile, “I’m not alone though. You’re right here.”

He didn’t mean the snort laugh. Makki quickly back tracking to not make it seem so bad, “I mean- I’m just surprised. This seems so swanky. Doesn’t feel like a thing I’d be invited to.”

“Swanky?” You look at him.

“I picked up a word a day calendar.” Makki looks at you, “But I’m still in January.”

“It’s April.”

“Like I said....Swanky.”

Humming softer you don’t look out at the party. Opting to turn around and face up towards the rest of your friend’s nice house. Arms crossed over your bust as you listen carefully to the song below, “...I guess...the playlist is nice. But...I’d rather just be with those I love. Maybe drinking. Maybe dancing. None of this really....that is if I wanted to have a birthday that is.”

Sideways glance in your direction, Makki looked at the one person he might consider his best friend. Aside from Mattsun. You were his partner in crime for so much. Since you were kids. And now you were standing at a party you didn’t like and Makki hadn’t even thought he’d be invited to. How alone did he have to be to feel like this was ok when he was standing right next to you.

“...Maybe I can take you out later. Like- This weekend or something,” Makki shrugged nonchalantly, “You can wear the dress, if you want. But I’m not wearing this stupid suit.”

His offer brought a bit of a grin to your face. Casting your gaze over to him and admiring the fact he was quite dashing in such a get up. Neither of you had been fancied up at the same time since Mattsun’s house warming party over a year ago. And that itself was brief.

“It would be a shame if we both look this good and no one danced with us.” You off handedly comment.

Again Makki’s brow raises, “Birthday girl should go snag a dance then.”

“Nah,” You toss a look back down behind you, “I don’t want to dance with anyone down there.”

Makki snorted, “Iwa might be in the bathroom.”

“Nah Iwa has two left feet.”

“Mattsun had his shoes shined for this. They’re as clean as that table in the hallway.”

“Mattsun is a left foot.”

“Nice.” Makki high fived you for the zinger. His laugh short lived though as he looked at you even as you were distracted elsewhere, “...Don’t know what time it is in Argentina but who knows Skype Oikawa and he might give you a dance.”

The sentiment was nice. Really each of your friends would have danced with you if you asked. After all these years you still considered them some of your closest friends. But none of them where who you thought about when you imagined a dance a top a balcony in the midst of a party.

“You talk too much.” You break away to find Makki staring at you, “But I don’t care. I like listening to you.”

Makki’s lopsided smile didn’t fade but he looked down with a little shrug, “Maybe I’m just afraid of saying the wrong thing so I keep talking.”

“Well.” You looked up at him, “If you could say something that scares you, what would it be?”

Tongue held. Makki had a few. Ok, a lot. But seeing you stand in front of him with the gentle melody of the music drifting upwards. He really only thought of one.

“Will you dance with me? If I weren’t afraid of saying anything that is.” You step closer to him. Closing the gap between the two of you as one hand found his. With ease your fingers laced with his like they always had in the past. Makki gave your hand a squeeze and looked at you, “And if you could say something you’re afraid of?”

You look up at him, “I’d ask you to dance with me.”

“Not a better party?” Makki quips.

“A better party would mean dancing with you.”

He can’t help the softening smile playing on his lips. Makki is certain he can feel his heartbeat in his throat now but it’s all to be pushed aside when he pulls you into him.

Arms wrapped around your shoulders in the longest hug. You share in the gesture when your arms loop under his armpits. Nice and snug. It takes less time to find you both swaying to the hum of the music than it did for you to embrace one another.

“...it’s been a little hard.” Makki mutters, lips pressed to the top of your head.

“...I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” You reply quietly. Hugging him tighter as your cheek presses against the warm button of his shirt. You can feel his warmth under the layers of faux look.

“What are you talking about?” Makki pulled away a little offended to hear such a thing, “Why wouldn’t I? You’re my friend.”

The smile you first had dips to a frown, “...we stopped talking so much. It felt like we lost touch...I guess, running away from my birthday. I thought I could go back to being your friend.”

“You have always been my friend,” He shakes his head, expressing a little more concern than he meant to as he squeezed you tighter, “It’s been a little tough. Loosing my job. Finding another. It’s been tough. I- I didn’t want you to be embarrassed by me. I thought I shouldn’t stay. That’s why-” He stopped, embarrassing himself all over again, “-that’s why I came up here. I was thinking about leaving so you could have your party.”

“Takahiro,” He never realized how weird his named sounded until it came from your lips. Saying it though yanked his attention fully on you before him, “I don’t want to be here if you aren’t. I want to spend my birthday with people I love...I want to spend it, with you-”

Urgently Makki leaned down and pressed his hips against yours.

The first time since freshman year of high school. So many other kisses between that one and now. Lovers. Friends. Cheeks. Lips. Back of hands. Tops of heads. So many kisses between that one you shared freshman year and now.

All this time you thought you’d be afraid. Afraid to feel this again. Too loose this again. But when Makki’s kiss slowly disappeared and left the two of you looking at each other. Suddenly you weren’t afraid.

Hand coming up around his neck you pull the man back down to you. Kissing him all over again. Knowing it wasn’t the first time but set that it wouldn’t be the last time now.

“...I’ll always be there.” Makki muttered against your lips, “Even if you don’t want to celebrate your birthday. I’ll be here. Dancing with you and kissing you until you tell me to go away.”

“What if I never tell you to go away?” You look at him, fingers curling in the hairs at the nape of his neck, “And, what if I want to celebrate my birthday every year with you.”

Suddenly relieved he didn’t leave. Makki pulled you not only into him but also for the third kiss of the night. Grinning against your lips, “You don’t even have to dance with me in your party dress. Just dance with me and I’ll kiss you every day of the year, plus your birthday. And I won’t make you drink champagne.”

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tnystrk-exe · 2 years

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For Christmas I want all the Doc Ock/Otto things you make up for yourself.

Well I’m Latino so you have it a day early. Fair warning I’m a simp and think he’d be the perfect person for me to marry.

Otto is 100% about dealing with my traumas. Bc he was young an abused and knows how long it is to work at it by yourself and he rather gently guide me into not wasting as much time as he did. Which means a lot of therapy and him attempting to show me it’s okay to feel an emotion. Even if it’s negative and especially when it’s directed at him.

He’d be very reluctant to start a relationship bc I’m still in my early 20s and he’s going on 50. We’re both stubborn af.

Dislikes daddy, isn’t angry if it’s slipped out but strongly prefers it doesn’t happen. Is very happy to receive sir, doctor, really most things with a dom dynamic but they’re not really required. Allows pa, papi, papa once he knows I use that as a term of endearment and not at all anything like that.

Only referring to him as Gunther when he annoys me.

He has soft dom all over him. Doc ock tho????? Brat tamer.

Going to him after a long day and hiding my face against him. “Not feeling very verbal today?” “Nuh uh.” “Would you like it if I spoke?” “Mm mhm.”

We’d have a conversation about what we wanted to be when we grew up. “I wanted to be an astronaut, but all that math? I rather die.” Fast forward to Otto picking up astronomy books and learning the stories behind the constellations.

I’d ask him to marry me. But given as any time he inconveniences me I ask for a divorce, he’d say no bc he thought it was a joke. Fast forward to him on one knee and my own knee jerk reaction being no to everything first. That man’s face would pale so quickly “you’re right I don’t know what I was thi-“ “nononono stay on that knee. I’ve been wanting to marry you since that day I asked!” “YOU WERE REALLY ASKING?” Feels incredibly shitty that he said no.

Sets a vase of flowers on his desk. “Who gave you those?” “They’re yours? They’re pretty like you so I got them for you.” “Oh?” He takes care of those flowers with his life and is pretty sullen when they start wilting. No worries though I’m replacing them once I realize how much he enjoyed them.

Sleepy cockwarming in his lab bc that man said we’d go to bed an hour ago but got too caught up in work.

I’m still stuck on teaching him Spanish by translating songs we slow dance to.

Man would 100% fluster me by dropping Spanish terms of endearment out of no where.

He can’t handle spice. Absolutely hates it when I pop my head into his lab around 6. “Cariño….” “I should take a heartburn pill.” “…you should.” I’d make him something else but he’d absolutely refuse to eat anything but this spicy af meal.

Having his kids??? For Otto???? It would happen. Hiding a little onesie with something science based in one of his drawers and waiting for him to find it.

He’d be the sweetest dad. He’d cry over the tiny bundle they hand him at the hospital. Coming home he forces me to rest. Sneaking to the nursery to catch a peak of them. “…had some atoms and daddy had some atoms too. So we decided to mix them up all up and out came you.” The science teaching would happen early even though he doesn’t expect them to go into the field.

Otto would adore coming home to the rush of tiny feet running to meet him at the door. Half because of how relaxed he feels finally getting home. Other part bc he’s just so relieved he isn’t following in the steps of his own father. He’d hate it if his kid felt the need to run to their room the second he’s home.

He isn’t a jealous man, he knows who’s bed I’m in once night comes. Yknow? Problem is I’m very touchy with people. And the soft domestic touches? Fixing someone’s hair, adjusting shirts, straightening out a tie? Immediately gets an arm around my waist and tucked into his side.

Anyways if I don’t get me an Otto irl I’m giving up.

#doc ock

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swordofpevensie · 3 years

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Anything I Do, I Know You’re Gonna Watch

[Chapter • I]

warnings: academic rivals to lovers, set in 1946, peter x you, strict family, mentions of nervousness, stress, war, uni students (equal of stress actually), both peter and you study medicine because i love the idea of peter being a doctor, i emphasize peter was a king a lot (because like,, why not?).

a/n: i strongly needed an academic rivals to lovers fic with peter, so i wrote it myself eheh. i don't know how long it will be or how frequently i'll share because uni is literally crushing me. anyways, wow i am so excited to share this with you. there might be mistakes as english is not my native language, feel free to correct me please. also, i checked the oxford's website to get the info about uni & lecture. still, if there is something wrong, please inform me. i sincerely hope you like it, please tell me what you think. ♡

word count: 1067.

playlist: (yes, as i'm so excited that i even made a playlist)

oh johnny, oh johnny, oh! • the andrew sisters

campus • vampire weekend

heartburn • wafia

collide • tianamajor9, earthgang

you haunt me • sir sly

killer queen • fil bo riva

willow • taylor swift

d is for dangerous • arctic monkeys

tear you apart • she wants revenge

are you gonna be my girl • jet

braindead! • yungblud

greek god • conan gray (the song that gave the story its title)

tighten up • the black keys

achilles come down • gang of youths

library pictures • arctic monkeys

anna sun • walk the moon

everybody talks • neon trees

hey now • the regrettes

rumors • sabrina claudio, zayn

lover i don't have to love • bright eyes

you always hurt the one you love • the mills brothers

C H A P T E R • I

You took a deep breath before entering the classroom. It was the first class of the first day of your first year in the university and you felt very nervous and excited at the same time.

You were nervous because university was something new in your life and you had so many worries such as if you would find someone to be friends with, if you would be successful, if you would something embarrassing, if your professor would like you or not.

However you were excited because as a person who liked learning, you looked forward to attend to your classes and meet all of the new subjects waiting to be learnt. You had worked so hard to be there, in this university and in front of this classroom door, and finally being there felt amazing.

You took a step and entered the classroom. It was noisy and already crowded. It was a normal classroom, not a amphitheater one. You shortly looked around and saw a empty seat which was behind a crowded boy group. You walked towards there, trying to stay calm and not look at them. Your mother warned you very seriously and strictly about not getting closer with boys. She wanted you to be successful, not more. Boys were distraction according to her and she never wanted you hear that you got closer with a boy.

You sit and put your bag to the seat next to you. You took your notebook and pen out and started waiting for professor to come.

“Hey, isn't it Pevensie?” You heard a boy in front of you speaking.

“It really is.” Another boy replied. “I am surprised that he is here. I heard he couldn't afford the fees.”

“He probably got a scholarship. Don't you remember such a big nerd he was?”

“Ugh,” The boy said. “He was unbearable. I bet he hasn't changed. Probably still a caring brother everyone appreciates and the best student every teacher adores.” Although the words he used was in fact good, it was clear from his voice that he was mocking.

You frowned. Why did they talk about him in that way? Why did that Pevensie do? You look at the door that the boys were looking.

You saw a tall and broad shouldered boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a white shirt with dark brown trousers. His boots were also brown. His black coat was on his arm. He had a leather messenger bag hanging on his shoulder. He looked just like any boy in the classroom, except for the fact that there was something strange in the way he walked and stood. His steps were slow, however his walking made him seem strong. When he first stood up looking for a place to sit, you saw that he stood very upright, his chin was up a little bit. Nothing about him was underestimating, his eyes didn't look others in that way. But he just seemed strong, in a weird way that you had to gaze at him to figure out.

Then you realized what you were doing and looked directly to your notebook. You thought he didn't see you but he did. He smiled to himself but fastly stopped and went to sit to the empty chair which was away from yours. It was the only empty chair left, otherwise, he would like to sit near you and find out the reason behind your curious looks.

Thankfully, the professor came and started talking. The whole class was silent now. You focused on the professor and every word she said, sometimes took notes down. She introduced herself, the lecture, and said she'd start although this is the first day.

The subject was about the relationship between patients and doctors and the professor asked how the relationship should be in general.

You and he raised hands immediately. You were so excited and ready to answer because you spent your holiday with studying beforehand for the lectures. You went to libraries, read everything you found related to your courses.

He was quicker than you, so professor chose him to speak.

“Peter Pevensie,” He introduced himself.

“Yes, Mr. Pevensie,”

His answer didn't last too long but he expressed his opinions easily and quickly. You noticed he spoke somehow wisely and as if someone asked him to give advice. You couldn't understand why he spoke like this but then you thought you were paying attention to him so much. Therefore you took a short breath and focused on the professor again.

After he was done, you raised your hand and the professor let you speak.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” After introducing yourself, you started to express your opinions, which were the opposite of what Peter said. You thought doctors could be emotional and friends with their patients while Peter said doctors must be logical and distant.

He turned his head and looked at you, watched you as you spoke. He liked that there was someone he could compete with and share his ideas, also argue. He liked to argue because he thought arguing respectfully was a way that someone can improve themselves.

After you finished, three more students began to speak however Peter didn't pay attention because he still was watching you and analyzing you. He carefully looked at your clothes, how you kept shaking your leg, how you kept notes and listened very carefully. He was glad that there was somebody he could try to be friends with but above all, compete and beat. That was an old habit of him, competing and beating.

Like they said, the leopard can't change its spots.

Throughout the lecture, you and he constantly raised your hands, spoke, and listened very attentively. Everything you and he said opposed each other. At some point, you thought he did that on purpose, maybe he was objecting to your ideas deliberately just to annoy you. But then you thought why would someone at your age do such thing? You decided to not care at all. You weren't supposed to think about anyone, you were supposed to think about your lessons.

That was what you were thinking when the class was over and you were leaving the classroom to go and buy a coffee.

On the other hand, Peter was thinking about you, but he had some plans. Plans that included defeating you and being the best in the department.

okay, okay, it really happened. i finished writing. oh god i am so excited about this fic! please tell me what you think. i hope you enjoy reading!

love, andrea. ♡

#andreaiswriting #narnia #the chronicles of narnia #narnia fanfiction #peter pevensie #narnia imagine #narnia fic #peter pevensie imagine #peter pevensie fanfic #peter pevensie fanfiction #peter pevensie fic #academic rivals to lovers #peterpevensie #high king peter x you #high king peter the magnificent #peterpevensiefanfiction

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talkfastromance4 · 4 years

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/clementine/part 3: Ashton Irwin

Thank you all so so much for giving this new series a chance!🧡It will probably be structured like my Luke&Lily series where I’ll have open discussions about this family with little blurbs and then some one shots like these. Catch up below and please tell me what you think! Much love🧡

Part 1 // Part 2

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: sweet moments, mentions of pregnancy

Masterlist

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Preparation for the baby began minutes after Y/N and Ashton celebrated the happy news in their garden and after many photos that Ashton took. He had her pose in the swing then sit on the edge of the pond so the vases could be seen behind her. She thought his excitement was so wholesome it wasn’t hard for her to have a genuine smile as he had her hold one of the vases. When he stuck a small orange flower in her hair she used that opportunity to give him a quick kiss.

“I’m so happy you’re happy,” she whispers.

“I’m over the moon,” he grins, eyes twinkling like stars. “Can I ask why you chose the colors orange and green?”

“Uhh…well. I really love your album and it’s like…” she touches her belly lightly, “this baby is our own superbloom.”

More kissing ensued then Ashton was rattling off paint ideas and how the room next to theirs would be the perfect nursery once he finally cleaned out the leftover packing boxes and some of his things he shifted there to make room for her stuff.

He began sketching the nursery right away but kept his drawings away from her until he could color them in, so she’d have the perfect visual of what he saw in his mind’s eye.

Later that night while they were getting ready for bed, after he checked the locks and security cameras he found her in their bathroom with her shirt yanked up to her breasts and her shorts pulled down a little staring at her reflection. She twisted every which way, a glowing smile present. He’s only known for a few hours and she’s already glowing.

It’s not until he shifts his focus from her face to what she was looking at, a small round bump. Ashton becomes transfixed as he admires her and the life that is very apparent growing within her.

“Do you see this?!” she squeals finally turning around to face him.

“I do see, and it’s incredible, angel,” he smiles moving behind her. He places his own hands over the small roundness of her belly then turns them towards the mirror. “You’re so beautiful.”

He rubs her stomach, fingers tickling her skin until she’s sighing against him. “You’re sure you’re happy?”

“I’m beyond happy, angel.” Then he frowns spinning her around so she’s facing him. He turns her chin up. “Why do you keep asking if I’m happy?”

“Because this wasn’t planned, and I don’t want you to feel stuck with me or something…” she shrugs, eyes lowering in shame.

“You can get that out of your head right now,” he cups her cheeks forcing her to look at him. “Remember when I told you there’s no downside to us not using protection? I meant it. Yes, we absolutely should have used protection, but this isn’t a bad thing, yeah? I’m so happy we’re having a baby.”

He kisses her forehead then her lips once, twice, three times. His hazel eyes search her face for more signs of doubt, but he sees the resolve appear.

“Okay, you’re right,” she sighs. “I’m overthinking it. I’m happy too.”

***

As months go on and Ashton continues to clean out the soon-to-be nursery, Y/N’s showing more and more. Their friends and family were ecstatic about the news of their bundle of joy that would be making their arrival in the middle of June.

Ashton has been more than happy being her support as her body continued to change. He made sure she had plenty of fluids, taking all the necessary prenatal vitamins, gave her the best herbal teas and didn’t mind running to the store for her odd cravings. For a straight week all she wanted was an apple and chicken sandwich.

The holidays went by and Y/N had a constant glow about her that radiated to everyone in proximity. Even through her migraines, nausea, back pain and heartburn, she was still extremely happy to be pregnant.

Mornings are spent by Ashton speaking to the baby while he rubs her belly. He and the boys have started working on the nursery and at nighttime Ashton has set up a little woodshop in the garage where he’s making the crib. He wants it to be circular and painted a light green.

She enjoys watching him work, loving the way his muscles ripple and flex, his sweat making his tattoos shine. Her raging hormones were also very apparent and fired at all times. Once, when Ashton came home he saw her crying on the couch because she had a really good sex dream and was very upset when she woke up. As of late, their best position is from behind while laying on their sides, fingers interlocked and Ashton’s lips on her neck. Because of her heightened arousal, her orgasms happened very quickly.

She’s eight months along now, both her and baby are extremely healthy. Her baby shower (that Ashton insisted on attending) is this weekend in their backyard, but the girls wouldn’t let them lift a finger.

They’re sitting out in the garden now watching the fish swim around lazily as dragonflies kiss the top of the sparkling water. The garden has expanded even more with overflowing green ferned plants and a small bird bath.

“I was thinking of having pork chops for dinner tomorrow and don’t forget we have a doctor appointment on Friday,” she tells him while playing with his fingers. They have more callouses now from all of his woodshop making, the crib is finished and drying in the garage. She looks over at him to see he’s staring off into the distance. “Ash?”

“Hm?”

“What are you thinking about so hard?” she taps her fingers delicately on his temple.

“I’m thinking about the night we met,” he sighs bringing his other hand to cradle her belly. “Do you remember?”

“Of course, I remember. Why are you thinking about that?”

“I had a thought that night and it popped in my head just now,” his fingers create soothing circles on her stomach.

“What thought?”

Ashton ignores the question and starts telling the story of the night they met fifteen months ago.

They were strangers then, both of them agreeing to a speed dating night but there was a twist, it was held in the dark. The waiters wore night vision glasses and walked the daters to their tables, fate had Ashton and Y/N be at the same table.

“They really took ‘blind dating’ literally, huh?” she laughed nervously trying to break the tension. She’s only been on less than a handful of blind dates but this one takes the cake.

“Yeah, I get the concept, but I wish I could see you,” he complimented. Her teasing piqued his interest immediately, she sounded feisty but also clever. “You sound pretty.”

“Yeah? How does pretty sound?” she giggled.

“Just like that,” he pointed then placed his finger down since she couldn’t see it. “Your personality is in your voice. You’re funny and witty and your giggle is just adorable.”

“Well, thank you,” she said feeling her face warm up. “You have a nice voice too.”

“I’m Ashton.”

“Nice to meet you, Ashton, I’m Y/N.”

The evening continued with more laughter as they tried to eat their food in the dark. It took them forever to find their forks and couldn’t stop laughing as they patted the table trying to find a knife.

“Maybe we don’t need one?” he asked.

“But it’s chicken! I don’t want to pick it up with my fingers, we aren’t in the stone ages.”

“Maybe it’s already cut?”

“You test it first.”

She listened as his fork stabbed onto the plate, then it clattered while he yelped in surprise.

“Did it bite you?” she laughed.

“No, it’s just very hot! Be careful.”

When the date has ended with a chocolate mint, the host of the blind dating soirée thanked everyone for participating and said if you’d like to meet your date face to face then take the door on the left, if not then come out the way you came. Ashton and Y/N’s nerves heightened, would the other walk through the left door or leave?

She followed the waiter to the left, hoping Ashton did the same. They had nametags on so it would be easy to find your date if you chose to meet them afterwards. She blinked a few times when the light from the streetlamps met her eyes and standing below a hanging flower basket filled with orange flowers was Ashton.

He smiled at her as she approached, her arms crossed over her chest as a slight breeze drifted through the street.

“Nice to put a face to the name,” he said.

Attraction was immediate and after a few minutes of chatting he asked if she’d like to get a coffee down the block. She accepted and told her friend she’d see her later. Her friend was going to a movie with the girl she had dinner with, and they were already holding hands. Y/N smiled that they hit it off right away.

Ashton and Y/N stayed at the coffee shop until it closed, neither of them wanted the night to end so he invited her back to his place. Normally she would never do that on a first date, but the way she and Ashton connected was unlike any other first date.

He gave her a tour of his house then turned on some music that floated outside onto the patio where he flicked on the small bulbed lights. He noticed she kept shivering and made a fire in his small pit, thankfully it was gas so it would warm up quickly.

“Thank you,” she smiled leaning closer to the flames.

Conversation was so easy between them, they discussed the universe, books, music, everything under the sun that helped define a person. When Lord Huron’s song ‘The Night we Met’ started she gasped.

“I love this song! I know the lyrics are sad, but it makes me feel like it’s a happy nostalgic song, you know?” she said.

Ashton stood up holding out his hand. “Care to dance?”

She stared up at him in shock, excitement and nervousness flowed through her, but a small burst of confidence had her hand fitting into his. He pulled her from her chair then held her close as he shifted from side to side. As the song continued the electricity between them accelerated.

The song stopped and crickets filled the silence.

“Can you keep playing that song?” she asked quietly.

Ashton nodded taking his phone from his pocket and clicked on the song again, making sure that it would be on repeat. He pocketed his phone then took her hand back in his picking up where they left off on their dance. They inch closer, their interlocked hands cradled between their chests. The yearning song mirrored their actions as his forehead pressed to hers.

On the third round of the song he found his own courage by pressing his lips to hers, soft, warm, and perfect. He felt her nerves slip away with his as the first kiss delved into a kiss that felt like a lifetime. It was new but felt so familiar that transcended time.

In that moment he decided that this was the girl he’s going to marry, start a family with, and dance to music under twinkling lights when they’re seventy-five years old. This blind date opened his eyes to a world of possibilities with her and he wanted them all.

The next day the state of California issued a statewide lockdown and their journey began.

“When we were dancing on the patio and we kissed for the first time,” Ashton says coming back to the present, “I knew then that I was going to marry you.” He leans down and kisses the highest point of her belly before taking her hand.

“Y-you did?”

“I know we haven’t talked about marriage, but…with this little one on the way soon I’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

“We can talk about it,” she nods.

“What are your thoughts on it, angel? I’m feeling some hesitation,” he smiles but it doesn’t meet his eyes. He concentrates on their hands folded together over their baby.

“No, no! Hey,” she turns his head, so he looks at her. “I want to marry you; I’d go right now and waddle down the aisle, but I just don’t think it’s the best time right now. With the baby coming soon we’re going to be really crazy getting a schedule down and we’re going to be extremely tired…”

“You’re right. I don’t want to rush things. But you do want to marry me?” his hazel eyes widen a little.

“Of course, I want to marry you,” she smiles pecking his lips quickly. “I probably would have married you the night we met to be honest.”

“Yeah?” he grins.

“Yes, crazy boy.”

“Come on, why won’t you tell us what you’re having!” Luke whines adjusting his pacifier necklace. It’s their baby shower and one of the games includes wearing a necklace of pacifiers, if you hear someone say the name ‘baby’ you got to take their pacifier. The one with the most won a prize.

Ashton and Y/N had the envelope of the sex of their baby at her four-month ultrasound. Neither of them were really desperate to know so the envelope stayed on their nightstand. Each night they bounced back names and settled on two for either a boy or a girl which they also haven’t shared with friends or family. It’s not that they were scared someone would steal their names, but they liked having it just be known to them.

On the morning of their baby shower she found Ashton eyeing up the envelope after his shower.

“I’ve been thinking about opening it, too,” she smiled picking up the white envelope. Scrawled on the front were the words ‘Baby Irwin’.

“Do you want to?”

They opened it together, tears filling their eyes as they read the one syllable word underneath ‘you’re having a…’ they hugged and kissed in excitement then Ashton kissed her belly.

“Hello baby love,” he murmurs. “We’re having a party for you today, where you’ll be getting lots of clothes and toys. You’re already such a joy, your mama and I love you so much.”

“We’ll tell you,” she nods.

“As soon as Y/N gives birth we’ll let you all know,” Ashton finishes.

Luke was the only one affronted by not knowing, he wants to know the name and everything.

“But that won’t be until the middle of June!”

“Luke, relax. We promise you’ll be the first to know,” Ashton rolls his eyes as he hands Y/N another gift.

They’re all sat by the flower oasis; the fish splash every now and then almost is if they want to know what the gender of the baby is as well. She’s been spending a lot more time in the flower garden, talking to the baby and imagining sitting out here on the swing watching the fish swim.

The nursery is finished, one wall is painted in orange flowers growing up to the ceiling. A green plant sits in the corner next to the teal armchair. Ashton’s circular crib is all set up along with the other furniture in the room and some toys are scattered around. The room is absolutely perfect.

Y/N’s become a bit more emotional now as her due date draws closer. When opening presents are finished and they’re all eating cake (Luke was disappointed there wasn’t blue or pink frosting hiding inside) she teared up.

“Hey, are you all right? Does something hurt?” Ashton asks swiping away a tear from her cheek.

“No, I’m just so happy,” she cries dabbing at her eyes with the peach napkin. “All of our friends and family are here because they already love our baby so much.”

“Oh, angel,” he smiles as she hides her face in his chest. He rubs her back affectionately and kisses the top of her head. “They love you, too.”

As the party dwindled down, she went upstairs to lay down, her feet swell a lot more these days. Ashton helps clean up and brings the gifts inside the nursery. When the last guest leaves he’s exhausted as well and heads upstairs.

She’s sprawled across the bed her pregnancy pillow enveloped around her. That thing was a God send; it was the only way she could sleep through the night without any pain. Ashton was glad it helped her sleep; the only downside was that it was much harder for him to cuddle her close.

He removes his blue silk pants and tugs off his light pink shirt (an outfit choice he wore to mess with Luke) and joins her on the bed. He kisses her forehead, brushing his fingers through her hair then holds his hand on her belly. He feels a slight kick from the baby, and he smiles.

“Don’t wake mama up, baby love,” he smiles, “she’s had a long day on her feet. Take a nap with us.”

Ashton rests his head on the pillow then begins to hum a song until the baby’s kicking ceases and the family of three snooze together until dinner time.

Ashton is about to pull his hair out. It’s been two weeks past Y/N’s due date and she’s miserable. They’ve been trying everything their doctor has recommended to induce labor, spicy foods (after it made her cry she tossed that idea out the window), eating bananas, using the exercise ball and walking. But to no avail, their little baby was as stubborn as Y/N and Ashton.

She’s not sleeping well; she gets nearly six headaches a day and can’t stand for longer than ten minutes without her back hurting. Ashton has suggested trying to have sex as that’s the number one trial to induce labor, but she shot that down quick too.

“Ash, listen, I love you and you know I think you’re sexy, but sex is the furthest thing on my mind right now. I feel like a whale and I’m so hot and uncomfortable…”

When tears sprung in her eyes he never brought it up again but still, he wants their baby to arrive now so she’s not in this state anymore. She’s sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table, a fan blasting on high directed right at her.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” he asks leaning over the back of the couch.

“No,” she grumbles rubbing her stomach. “Can we try walking again?”

“Around the block?”

“No, just the backyard,” she sighs trying to sit up. Ashton helps her stand then holds her elbow with one hand resting on her back. “My womb can’t be that comfortable.”

Ashton smiles but doesn’t say anything. He learned two weeks ago that any form of compliment towards her womb accommodations made her angry. She sighs when her feet touch the warm patio then into the soft grass.

They start from the opposite end of the flower oasis where now a small well resides with vines growing up. Ashton holds her hand as they walk through the garden, each section resembling a chapter in this part of their life. It’s filled with color and vibrance and was made from love. When they reach the koi pond, Felix, Oscar and Patricia are gathered together near the edge.

“Can you hand me the food?” she asks.

Ashton removes his hand to grab the fish food and hands it to her. She pops it open then sprinkles the food into the water.

“Do you think they know I’m pregnant?” she asks.

“Maybe…are they like dogs in how they can sense it?” Ashton asks.

“I don’t know. I like to think they know. All right,” she sighs heavily, “lets’ head back inside.”

As soon as she crosses the threshold, she hears a small pop then something trickling down her legs. She gasps and looks down at her feet to see water covering her orange colored toes (courtesy of Ashton painting them since she can’t see her feet). Her water broke. It’s time.

“Um, Ash?” she reaches towards a chair and holds onto it.

“What’s up, angel?”

“My water just broke.”

“In the pond? How? Wait—what?!” he spins from the fridge and stands in front of her. His eyes widen. “Okay, stay right here, let me get you some new pants and we’ll go to the center.”

After twelve hours of labor, their baby girl was born on July 1. They both cried tears of joy at the sight of her, her face was a perfect circle with long lashes and an already apparent pair of dimples on her round cheeks. Ashton couldn’t stop staring at her as Y/N held her in her arms, he strokes his finger over her forehead gently. The peach fuzz of her skin is warm and already familiar.

“Here’s our superbloom,” she smiles to Ashton.

He meets her gaze, eyes filled with love and admiration that she carried their baby girl for this amount of time. He kisses her and rests his forehead against hers.

“Our darling Clementine.”

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