#i've tried to be more healthy lately and it's baby steps

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

“I think I’m ready to try for another kid now” jack pls

Warning: suggestive

You're already in bed, your back against the headboard as you watch Jack go through his nighttime routine. You nervously pick at your fingernails as Jack tells you about his day, but you're barely listening to a word he's saying. You don't know why you're nervous, you can tell your husband anything without fear of judgement, but there's no getting rid of the stomach ache you have tonight.

You catch the tail end of his sentence as you come back to reality. "-and she tried to get us to leave this week, but I told her we were planning to celebrate Brooklyn's birthday on Saturday." Jack pulls his toothbrush out of his mouth when he realizes you have zoned out.

"Everything okay?", he asks with a mouthful of toothpaste and you give him a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine." Its enough to get him off of your back.

"I was thinking we could do dinner at B's favorite restaurant and take the girls to the movies? Rent out the theatre like we did last time for her friends?" You're quiet again, and Jack notices immediately, stepping away from the vanity to look at you. "Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, theatre, dinner, sounds good." Jack's brow furrows, but he lets it go. Maybe you're just tired, he thinks to himself.

"What movie do you think we should see?" He calls out, his voice echoing against the marble.

"I think I'm ready to try for another kid now." You blurt out, biting at your bottom lip to stop any other outbursts. You hold your breath to no response from Jack.

"I don't think I've heard of that one", he chuckles, messing with his curls in the mirror, applying some of your leave in conditioner he'd been stealing for a while.

You know its going to take a second for it to click, and you get your confirmation when you hear the clatter of the bottle in the sink. You quickly get out of bed in case the glass broke, pushing Jack out of the way. He stands there dumbfounded for a second, unable to move.

"What did you say?", he finally croaks out, choking on his own words.

"Forget it. It was silly. Forget I said anything." You dump the pieces of the glass in the trash before exiting the bathroom, Jack on your heels. "Hey, you don't get to do that. You want to have another baby? Since when?"

You let out a sigh as you climb back into bed, settling on your haunches. "I don't know. I've just been thinking about it lately."

"I thought you were good with two. After everything that happened, i completely understand." You had two very difficult pregnancies and deliveries with Brooklyn and Aaliyah, and you swore up and down you were done after two kids. Jack was fine with that, only growing up with a younger brother.

"I know, but now that time has passed, I really miss having a baby around the house. The cute baby clothes and all of the firsts, the first time they say Dada, their first steps. Don't you?"

Jack sits down next to you, an uneasy look on his face. "Are you sure?" The only thing he's worried about is your safety, and seeing all of the turmoil you had to go through with your other pregnancies, he's not sure he can do it again.

"Yes, I'd go through it all again 100 more times if it meant we get to bring home a healthy baby again." You cup his face, your thumbs stroking his cheeks.

"Okay." Jack stands up, pulling his t-shirt over his head. "What are you doing?", you chuckle as Jack jumps onto the bed, his body weight falling on you as he tries to kiss you. "I know its been a minute, babe, but I only know one way to get you pregnant." He starts to shuffle his boxer shorts past his hips, but you stop him, grabbing both of his hands in yours.

"As much as I love your eagerness", Jack blushes, burying his face in your stomach, "I don't mean right now. We have plenty of time. "

He lets out a groan before pressing a kiss above your belly button and sitting up. "Fine."

He gives you a sly look before jumping back on you again, laying a soft kiss on your lips, your faces only inches apart. His hands roam your body, grazing against your most sensitive spots.

"Jack, I thought we agreed to take it slow." You can barely speak, letting out a sharp breath as he sucks on your earlobe, his hands pulling at your pajama shorts.

"I agreed to not get you pregnant tonight. You didn't say anything about practicing."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fanfic

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey 👋! Can i request lee inumaki and lers yuta, maki and panda?

Heyo! :D Admittedly, I got a little sappy at the end there lols. I've gotcha covered, anon!

CW: Swearing, mild angst

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13

“Hey, Inumaki…is something wrong?” Yuta asked one day, gaining the attention of Maki and Panda. Lately, the curse speaker had seemed…distant. He came to practice as required and worked with everyone when asked, but during free time he’d been especially quiet, keeping a healthy distance between himself and the group. Originally, Maki and Panda told him not to worry about it- “Inumaki has his rainy days. When he’s ready, he’ll come around.”

That was almost a full week ago. Yuta couldn’t hold back the questions any longer.

“.....Bonito flakes.” He offered quietly after a long pause, eyes scrunching some in a hidden smile. The lie was so obvious. Yuta hesitated before going on.

“Inumaki…you’ve been acting off since Monday. I’m worried.” Yuta offered a shaky smile, hoping he came off comforting. “If you ever need someone to talk to..”

Something darkened in Inumaki’s eyes, brief and heavy. Then he was faking a smile again, reaching out and patting Yuta’s head. “Bonito flakes.”

A clear cut but firm denial. Yuta felt himself blink back tears.

“Hey, Inumaki. Yuta’s got a point.” Maki climbed up the steps one after another, tossing her staff aside once she got to his spot. “This strange silence of yours isn’t normal. Talk.”

“Gentle, Maki.” Panda reminded as he came around, squishing his furry butt between Yuta and Inumaki. “But really- you had that mission Monday, did something go wrong?”

“....Bonito flakes.” Inumaki looked away.

“Lying isn’t a good look for you, recipe boy.” Maki elbowed him gently, sitting down. “Panda and I’ve known you forever. Even Yuta knows when you lie- isn’t that right?”

“Oh? Oh, um…yes.” Yuta yelped, shrinking some at the dirty look Inumaki gave him. “Sorry, Toge…”

“Don’t apologize, Yuta. He’s all hiss and no claws.” Panda teased, winking as his large paw stretched. “In fact- check this out.”

“Salmon roe…” Inumaki began, leaning away from the paw stretching towards his belly. He leaned so far back he completely forgot about Maki. “Sal-HEEEEEH!” He arched with a squeal as ten fingers suddenly pressed into his sides. “Ikuruhuhuhuahhaahhhaa!”

“Language, shithead.” Maki chuckled, her voice warm as she carried on prodding and poking at his torso, skittering her fingers along his ribcage. “Talk and we’ll stop, right Panda?”

“Hell yeah!” The animal cried, laughing just as much as his paws attacked Inumaki’s belly, tapping and dragging against the thin fabric of his uniform. “Yuta, get in on this!”

“H-Huh?” He blinked, not expecting the invite. He was more than content just sitting by watching the fiasco go down, figuring he wasn’t quite in the group just yet.

Still…

“Erm, where do I..” He began, hands fluttering as he tried to decide where to tickle. Inumaki was a mess of laughter already, cheeks pink and eyes squeezed shut as he cackled out “Flakes! Flahahahahkes!” His feet kicked against Panda’s belly, bouncing off harmlessly. Any attempts to push away Maki proved useless as she adjusted her grip, pulling some insane move where her legs pinned his arms back, giving her free range to tickle his torso. Despite the cries and fluster, Inumaki looked surprisingly happy.

Maybe he was enjoying himself? It did look kinda fun…

“Go for his pits, he’ll cry.” Maki ordered, pulling her leg back so there was more room to reach. Inumaki made a squeak sound, shaking his head rapidly as Yuta slowly approached, whimpering pleas of “Salmon roe”.

“Are you ready to talk?” Yuta asked. Maki and Panda paused briefly, giving him a moment to decide. After a few gasps of air, Inumaki considered. Then, with a shaky breath, he breathed out a firm “Bohohnito flahakes.”

“Stubborn ass.” Maki shook her head in mock disappointment. Panda wiped away a fake tear. “Alright- Yuta, it’s all you. Straight for the pits.”

“Right! Sorry, Inumaki.” He gave a quick smile before digging his hands into the spot. Inumaki arched with a squeal, practically flying off the ground as loud wheezy laughter boomed from his lips. Maki and Panda were quick to join in, returning to their original spots as the rice ball speaker giggled and flailed beneath him.

It took another minute of flailing, squealing, and the threat of being voice cursed, but finally, Inumaki gave in. Flapping his hands wildly, he managed to tap Yuta’s arm, signaling he was done.

“Ready to give in?” Maki asked as they came to an end, watching the pale boy curl into himself with huffs of laughter. He looked so…exhausted. Yuta felt his heart pinch in guilt- maybe they went too far?

But then Inumaki was pulling himself up and taking a deep breath. He looked at each of them carefully before pulling out his phone.

 Soft typing noises could be heard, and within minutes, the group chat notification went off. When Yuta looked, the following message said:

Monday, when we were doing our mission together- I scared you. I used my curse technique on you to prevent you from walking into an enemies trap. The look on your face when you suddenly couldn’t move…I hadn’t been able to get it out of my head since.

“Inumaki…” Yuta breathed, heart sinking in his chest. Another text popped up before he could speak:

Please don’t feel bad, Yuta. I’m not upset by how you reacted. I feel guilty for freaking you out like that. It’s not a fun feeling to suddenly lose control of your own body like that, and usually I can give the other’s a warning that I may have to use my technique on them. I didn't do it for you, and I’m sorry.

“You had to do it though. Like you said- if you didn’t freeze me where I stood, I’d be dead.” Yuta reached out, squeezing Inumaki’s hand within his own. “Sure, I was scared, but not of you. I was scared that I almost threw my life away. If anything- I should be apologizing for forcing your hand like that. So- I’m sorry. I really appreciate what you did for me.”

“Mustard leaf…” Inumaki’s eyes glistened some, and Yuta smiled as he squeezed his hand reassuringly. Maki and Panda nodded to one another, satisfied.

“Aww- isn’t that sweet.” Gojo’s voice shook them from their moment, drawing their attention to him and the bag of treats over his arm. “I’m back! And I got you all souvenirs! Come get them before I change my mind.”

“Is my souvenir the cursed blade I gave you? Cause you still haven’t given it back.” Maki stood, Panda already bouncing to his feet at the various candies in the bag. Inumaki and Yuta shared a warm look before they stood, joining the others for treats. As they went, Inumaki squeezed Yuta’s shoulder, the gesture loud without words.

Thank you.

Thanks for reading!

#jjk #inumaki toge #maki zenin #panda #yuta okkotsu #gojo satoru #tickle #tickle fic #He deserves it #reworked this alittle #the original was too angsty #now it's mildly angst but mostly fluff #tw: swearing

[risu5waffles]

Who, or What, is a risuko?

Tagged by@candybagcj , transfemme Alan Wake. Alaina? Would that be Alaina?

Who were you named after?

Like most trans gals, i'm named after myself. i honestly didn't realize it would work out to be squirrel girl until it was far too late. i was just thinking i was being clever wiv bilingual numbers puns.

Last time you cried?

i don't remember, and this is honestly a bit of a problem for me. i kinda feel like it would be a healthier if i could just have a good, honest cry for once. Oh! Wait, i do remember! But it's not really a public consumption story, sorry.

Do you have kids?

No. Steps were taken. There are a few folx in my community young enough to be my kids, and i only hope i have been a positive parental-adjacent person in their lives. That's an honest hope, they're good kids (tho', i think the youngest of that lot is a whole-ass adult now. How time flies).

What sports do you play/did you play?

Zilch, nada, none. Not very sporty, me. i tried a couple when i was a real wee squirrel, but none of them really stuck. i do like biking around and walking, so i'm not completely inactive.

Do you use Sarcasm?

Not as much as i used to, honestly. i've made an effort to get out of the habit. Partly because it doesn't really track well in Japanese, and partly because i think Whedon-esque/mst3k-style 90's snark is a bane. i'm well tired of social masks, and happy to be quit of them (medical masks, tho', those are great).

First thing you notice about people?

Fashion and ink, how they hold their bodies. My aversion to looking at people's faces has only gotten worse as i've gotten older.

Do you have any talents?

i was a dab hand at embalming way back in the day, and i can still walk through all the steps in my head.

Scary Movies or Happy Endings?

Or, hear me out, scary movies wiv happy endings. i'm not against a total party wipe, and can appreciate them when they're done well. But i do like it when we can over come the metaphorical horrors, it happens so seldom in meatspace, you know? Also, i am morally obligated to mention here that the 1988 version of The Blob is one of the best movies ever, and is both scary and has a happy ending.

Where were you born?

i'm adopted, so i couldn't tell you wiv any real granularity. Blacksburg Virginia, US is as close as i can get you. Not a big city, tho', can't be that many hospitals. Unless i was born in a ditch. i'd honestly like it if i were a ditchwater baby.

What are your hobbies?

Creating in LittleBigPlanet (full series); wiv the official servers for 3 being down i've gone back to 1 & 2 to see how well i can do in those Create Modes; it's been fun. Trying to work up the courage to jailbreak my ps3 to get on the private servers, but fucking up my console or account isn't an expense i can really afford at the mo.

Do you have any pets?

i have a rat skeleton named Sydney who i rescued from a school i was demolishing (as part of a job, mind you. i didn't just rock up to some random school and start wailing away wiv a crowbar). i love her dearly, and have only fed her blood the couple of times.

How tall are you?

Oh! i just had a medical checkup, so i know this one; i am officially 178cm and some change.

What was your favourite subject in school?

Forensic Science in uni. We got to handle bones. i got to read through Spitz & Fisher's Medicolegal Investigation of Death. My prof had an entirely healthy fascination wiv kaiju (this was prior to coming to Japan, and in the 90's, so a bit more unusual than if i'd gone to school here).

Dream Job?

Embalming. Or at least something involving corpses. i get the dead way better than i get the living. And no corpse has ever called me fag (pejorative).

Who to tag, who to tag. Hrmm @soupum & @jacechaotic , but only to the extent you want to answer any of this, of course!

#risuko talks squirrel

[rottenpumpkin13]

Onomastics

⏤ crisis core: final fantasy vii.

⏤ fluff; ;in which a certain baby boy needs a name.

⏤ wc: 900

⏤ a/n: i like to hc that genesis's parents aren't complete assholes. so i wrote this fluffy scenario as a small writing exercise :) p.s. i'm pretty sure his parents' names haven't ever been revealed in canon, but i read somewhere that they're called Uriah and Seraphina so that's what I've been calling them in my head all along

✏︎ on·o·mas·tics (noun): the study of the history and origin of proper names, especially personal names.

⏤

“Angeal?”

The red leather creaked as he leaned back, sinking into the chair and bracing his head on his open palm. The name reverberated back into his pool of thought, stretching and molding itself as he considered it. No, he thought, Angeal Rhapsodos doesn't sound right either.

A miffed huff from the female voice at the armchair redirected his attention. Seraphina Rhapsodos sat with her legs pulled up to her chest, balancing a notepad on her knees where she now crossed off the name from the list.

"I know, I know," she furiously scratched the pen against the paper, "but it's the name Gillian suggested and I don't have the heart not to consider it."

The corner of Uriah’s lips quirked upward at the sight. She wiggled her bare toes, scratching her head with the back end of the pen and entangling her messy, brown hair with the utensil.

Seraphina had been a sight to behold for the past two days. She had foregone her fashionable clothes and finery for whatever garbs she saw first, briskly throwing them on. She didn't want to waste even a second away from the baby.

Gillian had a complicated pregnancy and an even more tumultuous delivery. The culmination of monitoring the surrogate's unstable health, then worrying for the child's life had drank up all their attention up until they welcomed the baby. A healthy baby boy.

A nameless, healthy baby boy.

"Maelstrom?" Seraphina suggested.

Uriah immediately grimaced. "Maelstrom Rhapsodos. He won't be able to spell his name."

"Wallace?" She tried.

"Goddess no, that's horrid."

"Azariah?"

"No. Remember my late uncle Azariah? He was a drunk with a gambling addiction."

Seraphina looked up, pulling a face. "What in Gaia's name does that have to do with…" She shut her eyes, breathing deeply before shaking her head. "Nevermind. What about Constantine?"

Uriah pulled one leg up on the chair, continuing to flip through one of the many books littering his desk. "Sera, dearest, if you want our son to be bullied, kindly refer back to your mother's suggestion."

"Wha—?" Seraphina slammed the notepad on the coffee table, uncurling her body as she sat up. "D'Artagnan Rhapsodos sounds very noble!"

"And batshit insane, might I add," Uriah smirked.

"Fine then!" She rose to her feet, crossing her arms and delicately stepping over the books strewn on the floor. "What about Gibson? Plain and Simple."

"Gibson?" Uriah choked on the name, clutching his copy of LOVELESS. "The boy's not even three days old and his mother is condemning him to a lifetime of being called Gibby."

"You're insufferable," she threw her head back, attempting to drown out her husband's laughter.

"I still think it should have a religious connotation," he flipped through the book, scanning it for any possible names. "It'll sound fashionable."

Seraphina paced the room, her head still reclined as she traced her eyes over the patterns on the ceiling. "Hm…I'm trying to recall the chapter titles in that religious text…Matthew, Joshua, Peter…"

"Boring, bland, flavorless," Uriah echoed. He leaned forth, propping his elbows on the desk.

"Psalm, Chronicle, Leviticus, Genesis, Exodus, Roman—"

"Wait, go back," Uriah snapped his fingers.

Seraphina froze in place, leveling his widened gaze as she turned to face him. "Exodus?"

"No, before that!"

"Genesis?"

A sharp knock at the study door interrupted their banter. It creaked open as a nurse peeked her head inside. "Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt. You ordered to see him as soon as he woke up."

Seraphina's previous frustration dissipated quickly, being overtaken by pure joy as she gasped. "Yes, yes! Where is he?"

The nurse opened the door, making way for another one, who held a bundled ball of red blankets in her arms, gingerly meeting Seraphina halfway.

"Hello, my darling," Seraphina's voice was a hushed lullaby as she reached for the baby. Her hair fell over her eyes as she looked down, taking the infant in her own arms and immediately rocking him.

Uriah rose from the chair. "How's Gillian doing?"

"She's doing much better, sir," the other nurse answered. "Professor Hollander says she'll be free to go home tomorrow morning, if all goes well."

"Nonsense," Uriah waved his hand dismissively, approaching his wife. "Tell her she's welcome to stay until she fully recuperates."

Once the nurses took their leave, Uriah and Seraphina were left completely alone with the baby. Seraphina couldn't hold the tear that spilled down her reddened cheeks.

The baby looked utterly peaceful. His eyes were partially opened, the faint glow of the Mako meeting her gaze, which in turn was wrought with joy. Soft cheeks. A twitching nose. Small hands clutching the red blanket, and a tuft of russet hair peeking out from his little cap.

"Genesis," Uriah's soft voice whispered. "Genesis Rhapsodos."

Seraphina looked up, finding her husband smiling at the baby, a glint of wonder in his eyes as he looked from her to his newborn son.

"Alright," she nodded shakily. "Well then. Hello, Genesis…" She giggled. "Aren't you the most darling thing?"

A muffled coo was the baby's reply.

Uriah rested his hands in the pockets of his trousers, leaning back on his desk. He watched her sink into the plush seat, rocking Genesis in her arms.

Uriah reached for the nearest book behind him.

"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess," he began to read to them. "We seek it thus, and take to the sky…"

#ffvii #genesis rhapsodos #crisis core #ff7 #crisis core headcanons #ffvii crisis core #angeal hewley #ff7r #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ficlet

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Brown Eyed Girl- Part Five

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: The reader and Elliot venture off to another doctor appointment except this is the 20 week appointment where the reader will learn about the sex of their baby, deciding to keep it a secret from Elliot.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of medical procedures, swearing, mentions of sex.

A/n: Sorry this is out so late, I typically like to post every few days but it's gotten away from me lately. I've been focusing on finals and fulfilling requests so I'm still active just not with this series as much. Also this is like half proofread, I'm tired.

My knees bounce anxiously as I watch the houses pass by outside, my mind wandering to someday where Elliot and I may have a house of our own, something like these ones. Newer and simple but not cookie-cutter homes, nice front yards, lots of trees, the stereotypical picket fence to keep in small children and pets. It's a safe neighborhood, better schools than East Highland and the elementary school that I went to as a child. Middle class people walking their dogs and taking walks with their children in strollers, nice parks lacking the pervish men that hang out by the one around the corner from Fezco's store. It's safe here, it would be a safe lifestyle for Elliot and our future family. It was a very cliche lifestyle that I never knew I wanted until I discovered I was pregnant, now dreaming of having a quiet life, making a home for us and our full future.

 Elliot’s hand safely secures itself on my upper thigh as he steals glances at me every once in a while, making sure that I am just as calm as I was when we left the house. They tell you when you’re flying on planes to look at the flight attendants if you get nervous, that if they’re calm and collected that you should be too, that you have no reason to panic. Elliot is similar to a passenger on a plane and I am his flight attendant who he looks to desperately for clarification and peace. He had been jittery all morning, talking to my mom in the kitchen while she made breakfast, asking as many questions as he possibly could to prepare himself for the first doctor appointment he’d be attending with me. 

One of many.

But nothing anyone could say could calm him down, his panic and deep rooted fear of messing up or not understanding shining through more than ever today. I tried to explain to him that today was the day to finally ask him questions and get clarification for all the worries that he’s storing up in his head. I urged him to make the doctor his flight attendant, who he could talk to and be vulnerable with. This kind woman deals with pregnant women and their partners every day, it’s her whole job. I don’t have all the answers, I’m just as curious and nervous as him but I think my typical stoicness and overall chill throws him off a bit.

Listening to the music, I contemplate my mothers suggestion of keeping the sex of the baby from Elliot for the time being. I know that my mom wanted to throw me a gender reveal and she wanted it to be a big, dramatic event even though it didn’t matter to Elliot and I. We didn’t care too much about the gender, knowing that our child would have their own identity, not dictated or swayed by us or anyone around them.

We aim for a healthy, safe and happy child.  

I smile softly, trying to calm my heart rate as I think of the growing baby in my tummy, reminding myself to look at the book that Lexi bought me, describing the different stages of growth since she’s so interested in the scientific aspect of her niece or nephew. My hand moves to rest on my abdomen, the baby and my stomach doing flips as we pull into the doctor's office parking lot. 

“Are you ready?” Elliot asks, a nervous smile on his lips that’s similar to my own as I nod, taking a deep breath as he steps out of the car. I know that he's even more nervous than I am, rubbing his hands on the front of his pants as he takes a deep breath in, circling around the car. Helping me out, my hand reaches down to rest protectively on my belly, linking our fingers together with my free hand. We walk hand in hand through the door, the bell dinging above us as I immediately make eye contact with the other pregnant women in the waiting room, most of them without partners. “Go sit, I’ll check us in.” Elliot whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of my head as I nod, making my way over to the closest seat to the bathroom, knowing I could get overwhelmed with nausea if my anxiety grows too much. 

I watch Elliot as he speaks with the receptionist, his eyes flickering back and forth between me and the smiling woman. Anyone could tell that he’s nervous, beyond so, his voice stuttering as his eyes fluttering shut every once in a while when he gets too nervous. No one knew this about him except for me and the other people who live in my household, my mom and Lexi slowly learning throughout the weeks that he’s actually a bundle of nerves and he’s not this chill stoner than everyone makes him out to be. 

It takes only minutes to be called back to an exam room, my vitals immediately taken by the nurse as Elliot watches intently. The nurse hands me a gown to change into, quickly gaining Elliot’s attention at the thought of me partially naked in front of him. Men, am I right? Slipping out of my clothes, I ignore Elliot’s dumbfounded eyes as I hand him my clothes, laughing to myself as he folds them nicely and places them on his lap. I slide my body into the paper gown before hopping back up onto the exam table, my legs swinging over the end as my hands fold in my lap. 

“You okay?” Elliot asks, leaning back into the seat as I watch him visibly relaxed, knowing that he would feel better when we were finally seated and ready to see the doctor and our baby. 

“I’m okay, I’m just excited to see the baby and make sure everything is fine.” I answer simply, his head bobbing in a simple nod as I look around the room. “My mom was even more nervous when we came here the last time to solidify the fact that I’m pregnant.” I add, capturing Elliot’s attention to get both of our minds off of any intrusive thoughts that our mind can come up with. “She was green in the face and Lexi had to beg her to take a step outside to get some air cuz she was stressing me out.” I giggle, listening to Elliot chuckle as he adjusts himself in his seat. “I’m happy you stayed.” I whisper, his eyes soft as his gaze flickers back and forth between my eyes. “Wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” Shrugging, he stands and makes his way towards me silently, knowing in his heart that he feels the same way. 

We stand in an embrace until the doctor comes in, her cheeks rosy red as she grins at the two of us, happy to see me back with Elliot, knowing how worried I was at my last appointment at the thought of telling him that I was pregnant. 

“How are we doing today?” She asks, rubbing the sanitizer into her hands as Elliot takes his seat in the corner of the room, dimming the lights as the doctor commanded him. She smiles down at me as I lay back, knowing the drill and how this goes.

“Nauseous still, tired, my stomach gotten bigger too so my skin like itches-”

“She eats a lot of peanut butter.” Elliot cuts me off, my eyes squinting as I laugh, suddenly feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me as the doctor laughs, shaking her head. 

“Well, that’s not the first time I’ve heard that one.” She chuckles, pressing down onto my stomach as she focuses, small grunts leaving me at the pressure. “You are right, you’ve grown a decent amount since our last visit but even with your obnoxious consumption of peanut butter, you haven’t gained too much weight. You seem to be on the right path here.” She praises, my head nodding in relief as I send Elliot a small, simple smile, watching as he sends me a reassuring nod in return. “Let’s get a look at the little one, huh?” She offers, rolling up the paper gown as she preps the ultrasound wand. 

The gel is cold against my skin, my lips parting as I force a deep breath out, looking over at Elliot as he silently reassures me. The quietness of the doctor spooks me a bit, her eyes concentrated deeply on the screen in front of her, gray and black blobs moving throughout the screen as she notes some things. She tilts her head as she looks, a small smile on her lips as she presses a button, our baby's heartbeat thumping throughout the room on full volume. Tears fill my eyes almost on command as Elliot makes his way over to the exam table, his hand slipping into mine as the doctor points out key features on the screen. The baby’s legs, nose, curve of the spine; everything. I giggle quietly at the small features, loving that in just twenty more weeks, we would have a small being in our arms to love and to care for.

“Do you want to know the sex or…” The doctor trails off and Elliot looks at me but his face falls at the sight of my smirk. “I assume mom, here, doesn’t want dad to know, hmm?” The doctor guesses as I nod, Elliot’s head tipping back as he lets out a frustrated groan.

“My mom wants to throw a gender reveal and she’s made it very clear that she doesn’t want you to know, Elly, I’m sorry.” The boy pouts simply as he rolls his eyes but he nods his head nevertheless. “Suze has spoken.”

“Suze has spoken.” He whispers, not bothering to mask his disappointment as he steps away, pointing to the door wordlessly as I giggle, watching him as he leaves the room silently. I know that he would be happy either way, knowing that he just wanted a little buddy, someone to teach and to help grow. He just wanted to be for our child what he never got as a child. 

“So, based on the way it looks on the screen, I can say with 90% confidence that you are having a boy.” My stomach drops as a smile spreads across my lips, hearing Lexi’s voice in my head saying that I looked and acted like a ‘boy mom, but not the ones that are on the TLC shows’. 

“It’s a boy?”

“It’s a boy.”

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[issylra]

Tumblr dropped my ask along with a chunk of your response in my inbox, so it's at least partially salvageable. 🍀 Here's the ask: Hey

I want to dump into your head an idea for the “Nightmares” bingo square. Or just babble about dreamling in your inbox without a reason. If you don’t mind. --

I don't think Morpheus would ever suggest taking Hob’s nightmares away, ‘cause he knows better than anyone how important they are. For an immortal man to live without nightmares would mean becoming insanely miserable or a monster. Probably both.

And after 1889 one of Hob’s recurring nightmares was, of course, Morpheus leaving for good because Hob said or did something, confronted him somehow. In his dreams reasons, as well as decorations, changed. The guilt and Dream’s retreating back, though, were always a constant.

It doesn’t matter if Dream knew about these nightmares before his imprisonment. He built a wall, he never peeked into the cracks. 2022 was when things became complicated.

After the reunion in ep. 6 they started — tentatively! baby steps — to build a relationship. Friendship, most probably, but the one when people actually know each other. It's a good starting point for something more. For them, though, it was still a summit to climb.

Dream being Dream never explained what he is. However, this time he gave Hob the name — Morpheus, and when Hob asked “so, the god of sleep?” he just smirked and stated something in line with “I’m no god, Hob”. And of course, Hob interpreted it as a "no, I'm not a god and don't have anything to do with sleep, try again later".

At some point, Dream felt the pull — Hob was dreaming about him. Maybe he tried to not give in, at first. Or maybe he headed the call the first time he felt it — no matter. The part that matters is that Dream was expecting something nice, or absurd, or maybe even a wet dream — but landed in the middle of a nightmare. A nightmare, where the source of Hob’s turmoil wore his, Dreams, face.

Dream didn't stop that nightmare. He took a place of his apparition — it felt right. Or at least less wrong than just observing his friend's suffering or leaving his friend there alone. And then Dream allowed the nightmare to run its course. It was the first, but definitely not the last time it happened.

After all, nightmares are a tool for healing and growth. And however it may hurt, if Hob needed to face his fear of driving Dream away, needed to overcome that fear, then he needed to endure the nightmares. There could be no healthy relationship of any sort between two individuals if one of them is fearful of driving the other away so easily. So randomly.

In the meantime, in Waking Dream made a point of softening the nighttime blows. He started visiting Hob after especially harsh ones. Not always on the same day, but soon enough that it still helped to soothe Hob's nervousness if it persisted. He didn’t want Hob to make a connection between him and his recurring nightmares, but he tried to cut the unneeded suffering when he could.

During their meetings, Dream would sometimes arrange an opening for Hob to confront him, to say something that could potentially aggravate him. And every time Hob would stop himself. He would bite his tongue, change the topic, or laugh it off. But sometimes these kinds of openings occured naturally, both of them oblivious until too late, until Dream — hackles raised, terse words on the tip of his tongue — would freeze in realization and Hob would use the pause to somehow diffuse the situation.

There's a climax, somewhere. Nightmares are an effective tool, and when paired with an anchor to remind the dreamer what's real, they could help overcome anything. __ And your reply:

This is so amazing, thank you for taking the time to send it to me! Honestly, there's so much I want to say to this, but my brain feels like soup, so bear with me. I may not manage.

I love Hob having a bit of a thing™️ about Dream leaving him. I've read a few fics that tackle it (Giving Sanctuary being the first one that springs to mind) and it hits so, so well. Hob in present day having a bit of a complex as they get closer that he might say or do the wrong thing one day, see Dream storm off again and leave him behind. Pair that with Dream being a terrible communicator, and not explaining much of anything to Hob, let alone that their missed meeting was not actually Hob's fault.

There's something also kind of funny (and sad) about Dream trying to help by giving Hob openings to confront him, but actually just making Hob walk on eggshells constantly. In the nightmare scenario, I could totally see that coming to a head. Instead of being like "so, I've realized my past actions have had a lasting effect on your psyche and I would like to reassure you that I have no intention of leaving again" it's "my past mistakes are haunting your sleeping hours so I've decided to sprinkle a bit of trauma into your waking hours too, just to keep you on your toes!"

Classic Dream in that the easiest course of action is just to talk, but let's make things needlessly complicated (and worse) instead. Even with the very best of intentions.

Anyway, I really do love this. It's exactly the kind of conflict I enjoy writing. When two people don't fit together like perfect puzzle peices, and

Very happy that this wasn't lost in the void forever.

I think the rest of what I was saying is basically that I really enjoy reading/writing about characters that don't necessarily fit together in all ways, working out how to smooth away their harsher edges for each other. This scenario would be perfect for that because it hits on so many of both Dream and Hob's character weaknesses at once.

Again I have to thank you for sharing, because this is excellent inspiration!

#dream x hob #answered #avoiceofnerat

[thetinymm]

So my late night thoughts and the tumblr algorithm had a baby, im not sure how wise of me it is to share sense im having a3 day long mental breakdown.

But im pretty sure I've figured out most of Steve Harrington 's quadrants over the seasons. I need to like make a diagram or tabell or a gif showing just what my brain did, cause i was laughing about it for at least half an hour.

Imma just make a little note of some of it here so I don't forget this little adventure in the morning.

Fuck, I'm being a real Karkat about this. ):B

S. 1

Steve ♡ Nancy

( obviously )

Steve ◇|♤|× Tommy

(Pale mates at first, when tommy tried to flip the relationship Steve ended it as Toomy stepped over the line)

Steve ♤ Jonathan

(this one is simply a crush didn't go much further than the camera and mini fight.)

Nancy flipps with a ♧ for Jonathan and Steve in a few moments, but seeing as she holds red feelings for them both it difficult for her.

S. 2

Steve ♡|♤|♡|× Nancy

(Nancy has doubts about her feelings and flipps black at the party, steve wants to flipp it back when he comes with flowers and an apology. And it ends very heartbreakingly.)

Steve ♤|× Billy

(you cant tell me the basketballscene was hetro, man. Big fight, its destructive, but i think steve wanted Billy to hurt him and to be hurt. The need a ♧ to work.)

Steve is probably single even In quadrants between s2-3. But most likely trying to get dates and avoiding to get physical with Billy.

S.3

Steve ♡|♤|◇ Robin

(steve flipps emotionally between tge red emotionsfor Robin as she holds a black secret crush for him that also flipps with the fondness of pale emotions. They both realise and confess their red and black, to reveal in the absence of them, their strong pale feelings.)

Steve ♤ Billy

(turned on by strong Billy, strong black feeling. Then guilt and sadness as Billy dies saving them.)

S.4

Steve ◇ Robin

(They stick together, good healthy pale relationship.)

Steve ♡|× Nancy

(Atleast steve have lingering feelings, but we do see that Nancy is not immune to Steves charms. In my HC it cools and realty tells their guts that its over.)

Steve ♤|◇|♡ Eddie

(Steve is facinated with Eddie, feeling the heat of black emotion in their meeting at the boathouse. It fleeting to look more red around the edges as he is confused about the constructs of human sexuallity.

The Red bubbly feelings of love as they fight for their lives and plans to save Hawkins, the touches, words and looks telling him its pure Red feeling.

And as of this stand point he dont get the chance to share these feeling with Eddie.)

Please tell me your thoughts on my late night hazedream. This took way longer than I thought it would.

#steve harrington #all the ships #quadrants #hom3stucktr4sh #homestuck #why am i like dis #stranger things #late night thoughts #steddie #stancy #harringrove #stobin

[bellsyafterdark]

Please tell us more about Din's pregnancy cravings... I'm dying to know his mate's reactions. I feel like Paz would indulge his every need. Boba would do what he thought was best for Din rather than listen to him all the time, forcing healthy food down his throat and making him get up to stretch his legs every once and a while, even if this does make Din pouty. Fennec is not good with dealing with moody Din and tries to keep her distance, only to find that she misses him too much.

Oh my god why did I take so long to respond to this, you are right on the money. I think I've spoken previously about this so I hope I don't repeat myself, but also hopefully that 'cw pregnancy' tag is working for reference. I'm going to work backwards through this:

Fennec is the most uncomfortable with emotional intimacy and unfamiliar terrain. Further, she doesn't like being a learner at things, so rather than expose this insecurity, she goes for avoidance. It's not so obvious at first: when Din gets in a mood is a continuum of all sorts of things, Fennec initially asks one of the others to step in ("hold on, baby, let me get Boba"). This isn't too difficult, they're rarely far away. It gets harder when Din, not quite recognising she's uncomfortable, gets frustrated with her and/or starts crying-- Fennec is Not Good with tears. She goes into stoic mode which is also impatient, she can't help a lifetime of habit. This can make things worse. She doesn't want to make Din miserable, she loves him. She starts trying to make sure Boba or Paz is always around when she's with Din. This can mean she doesn't get home til late or leaves early in the morning. She gets nervous if Din asks her to lie in with him in the morning, just the two of them, finds herself making excuses. Din starts to worry, he can be dense at times but he is hypertuned to being ignored or avoided after The Miscommunication. Thankfully, so are the others. Boba is the one to approach Fennec first, he's also hyper vigilant; after all, he's still making amends in his own mind ("tell me if I'm imagining things: are you avoiding Din?") and Fennec almost crumbles immediately, she's missed him so much, and she knows, they all promised to do better, to talk but damn it, it's hard and she doesn't know what's wrong so she doesn't know what to say. Between her, Boba and Paz, they help her find the courage to share with Din.

Boba is the good/bad cop who is going to keep Din healthy whether he wants it or not. Din finds him a little tricky and eventually exasperating, despite knowing it's coming from a place of love. It's especially annoying how hard it is to be mad at Boba when he can be so damn charming, but it builds into a problem through Boba's priority of their baby over Din's explicit wishes for things ("the medic says if I stay sub-light in the fighter it's perfectly safe", "I can't eat that yam, I'm nauseous just thinking about it"). Din has a small outburst at him one day. Let the Manda witness, he's a grown ass man and he hasn't lost his capacity to make decisions just because he's now eating for two. But with his hormones going haywire and Din, we know, didn't really grow up with the most practice at expressing his feelings, the outburst is not so little. Then the inexplicable tears follow. Boba is horrified, somehow he's done it again, he's disregarded Din's capacity which he's been trying to make overt amends for but it's just damn hard when he can see on the other end of the spectrum--

Paz. He is a different breed of a problem. HE HAS WANTED A FAMILY FOR DECADES and he can, subconsciously, recognise that Boba is taking care of all the health regimens, so he feels it gives him permission to enjoy the fun parts of the pregnancy. He indulges Din, almost anything he wants or a close alternative to it, and he helped the midwives back in the covert, so he knows a lot of tips and tricks. But it creates a false impression of what Din could also ask for from Fennec (who then gets nervous and scuttles away) and sometimes directly contravenes what Boba tries to do ("he said he's tired, let him rest today"). With Paz's greater knowledge about supporting someone through a pregnancy, Boba and Fennec feel they need to defer to him more often, but Paz isn't always making objective decisions because he's dumb in love, while Boba is still more rational and resents being pushed into this role of the stern no-fun riduur.

BUT-- despite all this mess and minor drama, they have learned from last time. Din calls a family meeting 😂😂 everyone comes clean with what they've been thinking and feeling. They apologise to each other for the parts that hurt, and make some changes:

Paz promises to ally with Boba on the recommendations from the medic and share the responsibility of gently supporting Din

Boba promises to keep doing what he's doing but gentler and ultimately leave the decision up to Din

Fennec promises to stop avoiding Din but to also be upfront when she needs direction or is uncomfortable with a situation

Din promises to do his best to take better care of himself and remember that his partners all have different strengths and he can't expect them all to give him the same things

Sorry I completely forgot to talk about his actual cravings 😂😅

#ball and chain au #pazbobadinfennec #cw pregnancy

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

[31] There and Gone—BONUS (Tim Riggins x OFC)

MASTERLIST | DWHI MASTERLIST

Warnings: pregnancy, miscarriage, loss

Words: 2.6k

My hands shook as I paced the living room. Skeeter thought I was playing and tried to give me one of his toys, but I shook my head and ran my hand through my hair. Playing was the last thing on my mind.

I had no reason to be nervous because it was exactly what Tim and I wanted. It happened a little sooner than I expected, but I wasn't scared. Talking to Tim about it wouldn't be hard to do. Yet I was in a panic over it.

I looked at my phone for the millionth time wondering if I should call him and get it over with. Tim would leave work the minute I said we needed to talk. I couldn't pull him away from work, not with my schooling and our bills. Calling him was out of the question.

"What do I do, Skeet?"

He yipped. His tail wagged and he held out his toy.

"I'm sorry, bud, but I'm kinda freakin' out." I checked the time. "What am I supposed to do for three hours?"

Skeeter barked again and curled up on his bed in defeat.

A nap sounded like a great idea.

*****

Tim came home while I was sketching Skeeter. I was chewing on my thumbnail and staring at the bare bones of the sketch. I barely moved when the front door shut.

He bent over to kiss my cheek. "Good day?"

I stood up and followed Tim into the kitchen. "Yes?"

"Why the question?" He grabbed a beer and opened it. He offered me a sip, but I declined.

"Uh, I've been feelin' pretty off lately, so I ran to the clinic to see if I was getting sick."

Tim sat his beer on the counter. Something stirred in his eyes as he studied my face. The corner of his mouth twitched upward.

"Nothin's wrong. But I'll be feelin' pretty sick for a while longer."

A full-blown grin was on his face as he caressed my cheek. "Just say it, Cat."

"Um... We're gonna have a kid."

He crashed his lips into mine. I latched onto his arms to keep from falling as dizziness swept over me. He left a couple of short kisses before hugging me close. "Anything you need, you tell me and I'll take care of it for you."

I nodded against his chest and sniffled. My emotions bubbled over after a whole day worrying over nothing.

"Are you okay with this?" He used his thumb to wipe away my tears.

"Of course I am." My laugh was watery. "I was so nervous to tell you for no reason. And now you know and you're so happy and I just can't keep it together anymore. I'm sorry."

"You can cry. It's okay." He kissed my forehead. "Don't be sorry."

I wanted to apologize again, so I kissed Tim instead.

He stepped away to take in my form. He lovingly pressed the palm of his hand against my abdomen and grinned at me. My heart lept into my throat.

"I guess we need to update one of the extra rooms," I said, placing my hand over his.

*****

A week went by and I was sicker than I'd ever been in my whole life. Mornings weren't bad but as soon as the clock said 3 p.m., I started my night of nausea, vomiting, and needing to cuddle with Tim and Skeeter. Tim looked guilty every time I came back to him after a session with the toilet.

"Stop feeling' bad for me," I said as I brushed my teeth. I barely had a bite of an apple slice before I rushed to the bathroom. "I wanted this baby the same as you."

"This can't be good for either of you, Cat."

"I'll go to the doctor if it'll make you feel better. We've got at least another month and a half of this until I might be okay again, so I don't expect the doctor to say much more than keep fluids in me and try to eat. I'm doin' what I can, Tim." I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed. "I'll tell ya when somethin' is really wrong, okay?"

"Please see the doctor."

"I will. Now please let me try to eat and cuddle with you again."

Tim kissed my forehead. "I'll wait for you on the couch."

I squeezed his hands once and meandered over to the kitchen. I managed to get some fruit and cheese down for the evening with only a vomit scare when we finally got up to go to bed.

*****

As I predicted, the doctor reassured me that I was perfectly healthy and our baby was doing okay, too. He suggested some vitamins and reminded me to keep drinking plenty of fluids. Everything I was told I was already doing. Tim worried too much.

I stopped by a coffee shop to grab a cup of tea and found Tami Taylor there.

"Hey, Mrs. T."

She looked up from her phone and smiled. "Hey, Catherine Barton! Oh, right, you're Catherine Riggins now. Congratulations on the marriage again."

"Thanks. How's Gracie? I feel like I'm so out of touch with everyone out on our little bit of land."

"She's doin' great. And that house is gorgeous. Tim really built that?"

"Billy and I helped. Jason Street came down from New England to help, too. Maybe you, Coach, and Gracie Bell can come over for dinner soon?"

"Yeah! That would be great. I'll talk with Eric and get back to you."

"Awesome." I put a lock of hair behind my ear. "I'll warn you now that dinner hasn't been sitting well with me lately. That doesn't mean I don't want y'all to come over. I just might need a few minutes in the bathroom."

Tami immediately glanced at my stomach and back up to my face. "Are you pregnant?"

I nodded. "Found out a few weeks ago. Nearin' two months."

"That is great! If you need anything, please call me. The first baby is always the hardest." She grabbed her drink as the barista set it on the pick-up counter. "I have a few tricks to help with the first few months if you're interested. They may help with the sickness."

"I appreciate that, Mrs. Taylor. I could use all the help I can get because I'm tired of strugglin' through my dinner. I want to enjoy food again."

"I'll bring what I have by later tonight."

"See ya then."

*****

Tim answered the door while I recovered from my recent bout of puking. I nearly got sick all over my homework.

"Mrs. T. is here," Tim said as he came to my side. "Want her to come in?"

"No. Tell her I'll be out in a second." I spat in the toilet.

He kissed my head and let me clean myself up.

Tami was on the couch when I came out of our bedroom with a small smile. "Sorry. This kid really hates evenings."

"Let me give you something to help."

Tim stood next to me in the kitchen while Tami explained what helped her when she was pregnant with Julie. She was stirring up a drink for me that she claimed would help settle my stomach.

I almost cried from her kindness and the possible relief. I did cry after she left, wailing over how beautiful she was inside and out. Tim hugged me sweetly and brought me to bed.

*****

"Can you grab me a glass of water?" I asked from the front porch.

The front door was wide open to let the mild air sweep into the house. Skeeter loved it because he could go in and out as he pleased. Tim had walked in to get himself a soda while I buried my nose in my book.

He came back out with my water and kissed my lips.

"If only that could replace water," I sighed, sipping from the glass. "I'd never be thirsty again."

Tim chuckled and sat on the porch next to me, leaning back against the house. "It just makes you thirsty for me."

"I hate to admit that you're right." I dogeared the page I was on. "I haven't felt sick today, so that's a good sign. I don't know if it's just a good day or because I'm gettin' closer to the end of the first trimester, but I'm feeling great."

"Good. When do you need to go back to the doctor?"

"I think after the three-month mark, but I need to check the calendar."

He nodded and gazed out to the horizon.

My bowels churned a little, so I carefully stood. Tim eyed me and I patted his head. "I'm okay. Just need to poop if you really want to know. Chill out."

"All right, all right. Call me if you need anything."

I smiled and went inside. 

My stomach cramped a little once I got into our bedroom. Rubbing my stomach, I scurried into the bathroom afraid I was going to have a mess on my hands. The pain only worsened once I sat down.

My body was lying to me as I sat there. I felt like I was dying, but nothing was happening. I was told that I could get some cramps here and there. The sudden sharp pain wasn't fun, but I breathed steadily. I wondered if a little tea would help get things moving.

Everything stopped when I saw blood.

With calm actions, I cleaned up, grabbed a liner for my underwear, and washed my hands. I went to Tim as quick as I could without the stabbing pain getting worse.

"We need to go to the hospital. Now."

"What happened?" Tim put his soda down and stood. "Are you okay?"

Tears welled up in my eyes. "I don't know. I feel like there's a knife in my stomach a-and there was blood. I-I don't know w-w-what this means." I ended with a sob, the worst came to mind.

Tim ran inside to grab his keys and called Skeeter in. Once the door was locked, he wrapped an arm around my waist and led me to his truck. He helped me climb in, wiping away my tears after kissing my lips.

I felt panic settle in my heart.

*****

I hated the blue hospital gown I was forced to wear. I hated the thickness in the air around us. I hated that everything suddenly felt wrong. I hated that we still had no word from the doctor.

Tim's hand tightened around mine when he saw the doctor coming down the hall. I couldn't look up from my lap.

My hands covered my face when I heard the two words I was dreading the moment Tim pulled into the parking lot: "I'm sorry."

All the air in my lungs disappeared as I tried to grasp what the doctor was saying. Gone? Just like that? Nothing? Tim's arm around my shoulder couldn't ground me as my world spun. The blackest pit grew right where our baby should have been. All I felt was a void, nothingness. I didn't even realize I was having a panic attack right there in that hospital bed in front of the doctor. Everything was gone.

The drive home was lost on me. I heard my ragged breathing and the choked sounds coming from me, but not even Tim's grasp on my hand registered. Why did it have to be me?

Tim parked the truck and turned it off. It was the first moment I realized where I was. I didn't want to move.

"Do... Do you want to... to talk about it?"

I clenched my eyes shut when I heard the thickness in his voice, the struggle to keep himself steady. I shook my head and released a shaky sob. I sniffled.

"C-Can I take you inside?"

A slow nod.

Tim got out and went over to me. He put one arm under my knees; the other around my shoulders. He lifted me out of the seat and pulled me close to his chest. I cried against his neck.

Was there something wrong with me? Why couldn't I carry our baby? Would I lose another? Could I even have children? So many questions swirled in my head around the scariest one: did Tim still love me?

Tim placed me on my feet to unlock the front door. He led me inside, his hand warm in mine, and picked me up once more to carry me into our room.

"You should take a bath," he suggested. "It'll help you sleep."

I stared at the collar of his shirt sniffling.

"I can sit next to you or I can get in. Anything... Anything you need."

"I just want to sleep, Tim... Please." I sounded so broken.

He silently placed me on our bed, lying down behind me after I faced the wall.

I didn't want to see the disappointment on his face. How could I ever be a mother if I couldn't keep a baby safe in my body? Tim had to be thinking the same thing.

His arms circled my waist, making fresh tears spill from my eyes. I curled in on myself and clenched his arms in my grasp like I was falling. How could he ever look at me the same way?

Tim's face pressed into my shoulder and he held me tighter. I stilled at the sound of his sniffle.

He was trembling with every slow breath he took, trying to hide it as I wept. His arms never loosened. The shoulder of my shirt was no longer dry and it broke my heart all over again. 

It felt like hours before we had some control over our grief. Our breathing settled and the tears were temporarily stopped.

"What... What if I can't have a... a baby?" My voice was hardly a whisper.

"We'll figure it out..." Tim squeezed me again and kissed my shoulder. "W-We'll be okay."

"W-Will you s-s-still love me if-f I can't?"

"I'll never stop."

It was enough to send me over the edge again.

I turned in his arms and sobbed into his chest. It rose and fell shakily as he fought against the emotion building in him again. I latched onto him as if he was my last lifeline. He was my light on the shore as I fought through the waters in my sea of despair.

I didn't recall falling asleep that night. The only thing I knew when I woke up the next morning to a quietly mourning Tim was we were childless, Tim still loved me, and he was hurting just as bad.

#fnl #fridaynightlights #friendship #highschool #love #ofc #originalcharacter #originalfemalecharacter #romance #timriggins #timrigginsxoc #tvshow #fnl fanfiction #Friday night lights fanfiction #Tim riggins fanfiction

[spokelseskladden]

I....im like. I like mybody today???? The fuck??? Like it really does what it's supposed to do, it carries my brain around, every single day. It doesn't look like i wanted it to most of my lufe, but why should that matter? It does its job, and like. That's pretty awesome. I've never judged other peoples bodies, so i really shouldn't judge my own. Especially when all it does is exist

#sometimes u have to sort of 'separate' myself from my body to realize that what it looks like doesn't matter #i've tried to be more healthy lately and it's baby steps #but learning to like my skin and my flesh and my bones is an important part of it #so i can give my body the nutrients and the care it deserves #i've selfharmed in so many ways over the years like i've slized myself open and i've overeaten #i've smoked and treated myself like shit #but the body i'm born in doesn't deserve that. I don't deserve that #so i'm trying to change and i want to get better #i managed to stop cutting and i've been able to not do it for like. 2 or 3 years now #so i'm quitting the nicotine shit and i'm stopping the overeating #if i have kids i don't want them to grow up seeing everyone around them complain about their bodies like i did #it's so unhealthy

[its-deputy-caleb]

hey! how would the gang react when they find out you’re pregnant with their baby? (javier, charles, micah and arthur especially pls!!) <3

Hii anon! usually i'd say i hate children cause i do and kids are not for me but you caught me at a good time since i've had a rough week and have been feelin' lonely so i was genuinely so happy to write this (and i'm even proud of how it turned out it felt so natural to write for a strange reason) anyway ily thank you for your ask <333

tagging my fav @kitty-the-outlaw since i agreed to tag her in my works now (ily kitty!) and anyone can request a tag!

Dutch Van Der Linde

Dutch is completely conflicted when he hears that you’re pregnant.

Apart of him is excited about this idea of family because he loves you but also the thought of a child and legacy and all things children makes him feel really liberated.

The other half of him wants nothing more than to stay with the gang, its who he is and he can’t change how he craves freedom from the law and society.

Dutch will plan for months at a time, taking breaks to care for you when he can while he ultimately tries to create best of both worlds where you stay in the gang with him.

He will always be there for kisses but his favourite thing to do is to slowly rub your back when its sore or massage your muscles if you’re exhausted.

Arthur Morgan

Arthur almost burst into tears when you tell him about the pregnancy.

He wraps his arms around you and just goes into full on protective dad mode.

If it’s what you want Arthur will no doubt leave the gang for you, setting up somewhere quiet to provide and care for you.

Don’t even think about lifting a single thing regardless of what stage you’re in, Arthur will literally stay up all hours of the night to get you anything you need and he will do everything for you.

No matter your decision Arthur loves you and wants to be apart of this part of your life, promising to support you every step of the way.

Charles Smith

Charles can’t help but feel blessed when he finds out the news, his heart filling with joy and there seems to be a new way forward for him other than just the gang.

Lots of cuddles and kisses are gonna be in order

He’s so protective and supportive in the best way, reading up on books about pregnancies (not that there is a huge amount of books on women at the time) and using all his knowledge about herbs, medicines and the natural world to ensure that you’re healthy and comfortable.

Charles loves kissing your tummy regardless of its size yet, somehow it brings the two of you together knowing that you’re gonna be starting a family.

Micah Bell

Micah’s first reaction to your pregnancy is to run as far away as possible.

He’ll claim it’s because he’s an outlaw and a family will make him soft but deep down he doesn’t want to end up like his father and he’s terrified of having a kid.

A lot of it is on you to assure him that with some hard work and commitment he wouldn’t be a bad father and eventually he comes around to it.

Micah’s gonna get very protective of you despite not knowing a single thing, all he knows is that you need extra love and attention (from only him) and he won’t let any of the camp help out.

Despite how Micah boasts about a mini Micah Bell the Fourth about to arrive you know he’s gone all soft and you’ll wake up from a nap with him curled up around your tummy with his head resting gently while he sleeps.

Javier Escuella

Javier’s reaction is nothing but excited, sure he hides it from the gang but when its the two of you its clear he’s ready to be a father.

Undying loyalty and devotion are some of the drivers for Javier, you see it in his commitment to the gang and you don’t have any doubts about his commitment to family.

He stays up late making you meals, even introducing you to some of his childhood favourites that his mother used to make for him and his sister. It makes him feel less homesick and he wants to have apart of them in his new family.

Javier would no doubt consider leaving the gang for you, making it clear to you and the gang that you came first but he’d always try to have the best of both worlds.

Javier loves to cuddle you from behind in camp, resting his head on your shoulder so he can watch his hands rest on your tummy because he loves you and wants nothing more than to be with you in that moment.

Bill Williamson

Bill is literally terrified of the thought of having a child.

He stays up late, pacing around camp and stress smoking all of his tobacco as he tries to figure out whether he’s ready or not for a family.

Sitting him down, you assure him with a steady voice (and lots of kisses) that everything would be okay and that you’d do it together as a team.

Eventually Bill realises he’d be a great dad if he put his heart into it. He’s the right amount of protective over you and he balances it with enough dad jokes and support that you’d know the kid will love Bill.

Sometimes when he’s having a bad day Bill will come back to camp and just hug your waist while he kneels in front of you with his ear pressed to your tummy. He loves head scratches at the same time and you can see how comfortable he feels surrounded by his family.

Sean Macguire

Sean hears about your pregnancy when you tell him in secret only for him to jump on the table and announce it to the world that he’s gonna be a dad.

He’s totally clumsy with taking care of you or looking out for you and he needs bit of coaching from the older more experienced gang members advising them that you in fact can’t come on robberies for the next nine months.

Despite this, Sean makes an effort to learn, to put his fair share in and he comes to understand how important it is to take care of you.

He’ll always be there when you need him and he’ll pick a fight with anyone for teasing or bothering you.

Sean’s totally gonna spend all night talking to your tummy even if there isn’t a noticeable bump and he loves going over all his ideas for names and how excited he is for your family to start.

#dutch van der linde #dutch van der linde x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #charles smith #charles smith x reader #micah bell #micah bell x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #bill williamson #bill williamson x reader #sean macguire #sean macguire x reader #rdr2 #rdr2 writing #rdr2 headcanons #red dead redemption 2 #tw pregnancy

[lunaekalenda]

Omg can I request a scenario with Levi in season 4? So you know how he's supposed to keep watch over Zeke in the forest? One of the Yeagerists finds out their location and lies to Levi that his wife is giving birth so Levi rushes back to town and leaves the other soldiers in charge of keeping an eye on Zeke. And by the time Levi meets up with his wife, she's very confused as to why he came in such a rush. I've read the manga so I also want to add onto what happens next but idk if you write manga spoilers so 😭 anywho the explosion doesn't end up happening tho! :D

ofccc!!! i hope you like it!! <3 sorry if i wrote to much fluff it just came :’) i took some manga spoilers so read under your own risk under the spoiler line!!

a/n: i didn't took the canon manga words or events!

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❁ levi x female!reader

❁ some bad talking against zeke :’), pregnancy and death.

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Zeke opened another wine bottle and drank, being cautious with the book he has been reading. Levi looks at him, his face totally unexpressive but his eyes look at Zeke with disgust. They have been days in that place, sleeping in tents, near the Forest of Giant Trees. He’s in charge of Zeke, with some of his closest soldiers, who are now drinking some wine in reward for their hard work, even when Levi told them to have some water instead.

“Come on, Captain. We also want to have fun...”

He couldn’t stop his soldiers, they deserved it. He looks to the campfire in font of him, the flames reflected in his grey eyes. He thought about his family, the one he’s about to have. You’re pregnant with his baby, the baby you two wanted for a long time. Armin told him he estimates less than a week for you to give birth.

And he’s trapped in this forest with a fucking bastard. He looks at Zeke. He seems strangely calm, as he wasn’t being watched by humanity’s most strong soldier ever. The one that cut his arms and legs more than once, and was about to kill him at least another two. But he didn’t learn about it, and keeps trying to get killed.

“Levi, you look too serious. Do you want some wine?”

“Drink it yourself and hopefully you’ll choke to death.”

“That’s not very sweet for a married man, Ackerman.” Levi raises an eyebrow, taking his blade out and cleaning it slowly. Zeke looked at the blade, shimmering in the light. He took his eyes to the book once again. Some fast steps were heard. Levi took out his blades and, with a look to his soldiers, they all stood in their positions. A little girl, with the Corps jacket, searched the Captain with her eyes. He looked at her.

“Captain Ackerman, I have news from the District!”

He looked at his soldiers, one of them behind her, in case she tried to hurt the Captain. Levi’s gaze told them to be alert around her. Zeke looked at the girl from behind his book.

“Talk, then.”

“It’s your wife... She’s having complications with the birth. She’s about to have the child, but the possibilities of them both surviving are minimum.”

Levi’s eyes reflected true terror while he was listening to her. He looked back to the bearded man. He keeps reading, while drinking. He looks then to his loyal subordinate.

“You should go, Captain. We’ll have an eye on this man.”

Levi nods. He looks at the girl closely, analyzing her. He talks before taking his horse.

“Keep one eye in this girl too. She seems like a liar.” Right after that, he rode his horse, going as fast as he could. During all the way, he though how you were. How the baby is. If you two are okay. If he's late to save one of you. 

He obligated himself to fix his attention on the way and keeps going, He arrived to the city at almost night. He searched his home, the one the army gave him after getting married, to avoid the Captain and his wife living with them. He opened the door with his hands shaking, and almost run to the living room. He smelled rice. Then, the sound of a knife. He also took out his blades. You both encountered in the corner of the kitchen, your hand holding tightly the knife and his holding the blades. Both of you looked at each other with surprise, before you let go the knife and run towards him. His hands found your waist.

“Levi...” you whisper. You have missed him a lot all this time. He hugged you, his eyes full of tears. He’s trying to relax his breath, but you notice. “Why did you come so fast? Weren’t you watching Zeke?” 

He nods, his hand caressing quietly your belly. 

“It’s the baby okay?” you nod, confused. “And you?”

“Of course, I’m fine. Why?” he sighs before hugging you again. His head buried on you hair, your belly against his worked abdominal. 

“I thought I was late to save you. I thought I lost you and our baby.”

“No, no. Armin came half an hour ago. He told me I’m really healthy and the baby is in a good position to give birth to. We’re both totally fine, but we were missing you.” You pout. His lips found your neck. 

“I also missed you.” His hands cover your belly, and he receives a little kick. You laugh,

“It has been kicking for a while now. It’s the Ackerman gene.” Levi lets out a little laugh. He also knows he has to go back to the camp, to keep watching over Zeke and interrogate the girl who is she and for who does she work. But his soldiers are there, just a minute more. He gets on his knees, near to your baby bump. His hands keep being warm against your covered skin.

“Daddy missed you a lot this days, hm? But we’ll be all together really fast, baby. Don’t make mommy feel bad, yes?”

“I can’t see you as the strongest and fiercer soldier alive if you talk to my belly like that.” He lets out a little laugh, but his brain made “click”. That girl was a Yeagerist. For sure. This was all a trick to make Levi come here and leave his post.

“You have to leave this house. Fast. And don’t go out for a while. They have an eye on you.”

“Were I’m I supposed to sleep then?” You ask, lost and confused. He takes a couple clothes from your wardrobe and put a brown cape on you, covering your head and your bump. “Should I stay with my parents?” you ask. He shakes his head while he keeps searching things you might need. Also, some baby’s clothes, because he’s sure you’re about to give birth.

“No, that’s too obvious.” Levi’s brain was working faster than ever. You need to be in a comfort place, so sleeping in the barricade it’s out. Then, you should be with someone who knows how to help you giving birth. A place where a pregnant woman won’t be found and hurt.

“Historia.” he whispers. “Can you walk fast?”

“Of course.” he took your hand and guided you. You talked to Historia a couple times. You know she’s also pregnant, and protected by some guards. He guides you fast. When you’re in a campsite house, near the town but kinda hidden, he knocks. 

“Were you talking about Queen Historia?” you ask in a whisper. He nods. A soldier opens, without recognizing Levi. His head totally covered by his cape.

“Sorry, this is restricted area. It’s an orphanage...”

“We know that.” Levi takes his cape out of his head. The soldier stands straight and puts his hand in his heart as a salute. You two do the same.

“Tell Historia she’s my wife. They have been rounding around our house, so I hope the Queen can give a favor back and let my wife sleep here until we’re safe.”

The soldier ran up the stairs, to talk to the Queen. He came back faster.”

“The Queen accepts. She’ll be in the best care and, if she gives birth, she’ll be in the hands of the real matrons. Don’t wprry about her, Captain Levi.” He nods before looking at you again. The soldier lefts to give you privacy.

“Be careful. Talk to them if you feel bad or if you need something. And, please, don’t make efforts. The baby it’s near and...”

“Got it, Levi. Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. You should be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt, or worst...”

“I’ll be okay.” he answers. “Just looking to a barbed man. I’ll be back faster than you think.” He takes you again between his arms. You bury your head on his chest, hugging him stronger. 

“I don’t want you to go.” you say in a whisper. He pats your head before giving you a kiss.

“I’ll be right back.” he says. You enter the orphanage with his little smile promising you you’ll be together soon.

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Then, he runs back to the camp. Things seem quiet there. Levi hears his soldier’s voices, followed by a scream.

And then the click of a thunder.

All the soldiers he had there were now titans. From different sizes and type, but they had the face of his comrades. And a blonde-haired bastard was running in front.

“This fucking bastard...”

He was surrounded by his now-titans comrades. He had no exit, just killing them. When will this nightmare end? He saw his friends getting killed, he killed friends. He's tired of this macabre game.

“I’m sorry, guys. I’m so sorry...” he thought, before starting to move his blades against his friends’ necks. He saw his faces, his families, every time their blood got into his uniform.

His teary eyes weren’t an obstacle when he kept fighting. He saw Zeke, in the hands of a titan, covered by other two. He killed the first one silently.

Zeke searched him, founding nothing, looking surprised.

He killed the next one. There was just the one carrying Zeke left

“You thought I was not going to be able to kill my comrades? That’s dirty play.” Zeke looked at the man with fear in his eyes before turning into the beast titan. Levi smirked.

“Pathetic.” Zeke says. Levi's blades are covered in blood. "I'm going to kill you."

Zeke took the head of the titan carrying him. He looked around for Levi. A near movement caught his attention, making him throw a smashed titan head to a branch. Levi cut branches to distract Zeke, right before covering his neck with thunder spears.

"Did you think that converting my subordinates into titans will stop me? that i wouldn't kill them? You don't know how many comrades I killed."

Zeke's neck exploded, making is titan fall. Levi went back to the flor and searched Zeke between all that blood and flesh. He was charred.

"I'm not going to kill you... yet."

Levi took Zeke by the head and dragged him.

"I'm so sick of you, barbed bastard."

#aot fluff #aot x reader #snk fluff #snk x reader #snk fic #aot fic #aot scenario #aot fanfiction #snk headcanons #aot #levi shingeki no kyojin #levi #snk levi #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x you #levi ackerman #captain levi #zeke jaeger #snk #shingeki no kyojin

[planetdemon]

I just wanted to be a swan

pairing: bang chan x reader

genre: angst, fluff, but mostly angst

warnings: low self-esteem, body hate/dislike, eating disorders, swearing, food, insecurities, arguing DONT READ IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH IT!

wc: 2.003

note: so this scenario has been going through my head for quite a while now, and I tried writing it by myself lol. Hope it's good ;) I've also sent a request to @channienet about the same topic, so make sure to check her interpretation out as well! enjoy!

summary: Due to Chan's heavy working schedule, spending time alone was a thing you couldn't quite befriend with, especially after you've noticed some changes you have gone through. There is a to change it, but it isn't quite... let's say healthy. How will Chan react, after he finds out? Will he even care? (dude I'm shit at writing summary lol)

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Taking a bath was normally something that should be considered relaxing or calming. You've always enjoyed letting the hot water surround your body whilst taking all the dirt and negativity off that you have collected during stressful days at work.

But lately, taking a bath wasn't as enjoyable anymore as it once was. Chris has been working a lot lately, due to the kingdom stage and their nearing comeback. He has been spending more and more time at the company, working on producing new tracks for him and the kids, often staying at the dorms because they were closer to the studio than the apartment you shared. So you were left alone, by yourself.

Even though you wished he would be by your side while you were falling asleep, you couldn't be mad at him. You knew what his work meant to that boy and you would never tell him to stop doing what he loves just so you could spend some time together.

But being alone also meant that you had to kill the boredom somehow and, thanks to Felix's Brownie and Cookie recipes, you had the perfect thing to do in the meantime. Baking and eating delicious desserts.

You were just stepping out of the bathtub, grabbing the towel you had prepared, and drying yourself with it. Once your body was half-dried, you turned around to hang the towel back at the hanger, so it could dry properly.

And at that moment, you knew, you've fucked up. You couldn't avoid looking at your wet, naked body in the hot, steamy mirror near the hangers.

You always hated looking at it, but thanks to the sweets you had been eating lately, looking at yourself only made you feel sicker than it ever did.

You couldn't tear your gaze off the excess of flesh around your tummy and thighs and the stretch marks, that decored your boobs only seemed to scream "Look at me!". You slowly turned around and saw the tiger stripes creeping up your bum and the undersides of your arms.

'Fucking disgusting', that little voice in your head sneered.

'How could I let this come this far?', you thought. At this point, you were somehow happy Chris wasn't here, knowing he would be disgusted with how you've changed.

You've always felt a bit insecure by his side, knowing you could catch up with neither his attractiveness nor his muscular godlike body. But seeing yourself like this destroyed every little self-esteem you had left in your cells.

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It has been nearly two months since 'the incident' in the bathroom and you couldn't shake that feeling of disgusts off. Not even for one second.

You only wanted to try a one-week detox diet that was blowing up all over social media, hoping you could lose a little bit of weight, so you would be back to normal. But seeing the numbers on the scale dropping so unbelievably quickly only made you realize that you could look even better than you thought you could.

You kept on following the diet and restricting everything that wasn't included, not noticing that restricting also damaged your mind.

One time, Han and Felix asked you if you wanted to have lunch with them and the others, but fear crept up you back as soon as you thought about the food they would have ordered, knowing that you would only gain weight again if you didn't follow the rules.

So you stayed home, keeping yourself isolated from your friends and most importantly, Chan.

You were lying on my bed, scrolling through Tumblr when Chris' Caller ID showed up and your phone started to ring. You sighed lowly, not wanting to talk to him.

Over the past few months, you stopped showing up at the studio, being afraid the boys would notice the changes your body went through, thanks to the diet. You were happy about it, knowing that you were losing weight, but you haven't reached my goal. You were afraid, they would judge you the way you did when you looked at yourself.

"Chris?"

"y/n? Han just told me that you weren't coming over. Are you okay? Y-" Chris's muffled voice appeared and you felt instant regret deep in your guts, knowing how much fun you guys had when you spent time together back in the days.

"Yeah, I'm okay Channie, don't worry. I just feel a little sleepy. I'll come next time. Promise" You tried your best to sound optimistic or at least not too sad, hoping Chris would believe your lie. "Okay," he mumbled, "I love you, baby girl".

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You knew you were in big troubled the second Chris opened the fridge, seeing no food in there.

He randomly decided to stay over the weekend, saying that he missed you. You weren't ready for this, knowing that you couldn't hide the signs of the 'passion' you had developed in time.

"Why is there no food?" You fumbled with the arms of Chris sweater you were wearing while looking at the ground. "I've forgotten to go grocery shopping" You answered.

"But there is nothing in there, y/n. Nothing" He walked over and took hold of your cold hands while looking you straight in the eyes.

"Why is there no food?" Chris asked again.

"I just told you I forgot to go grocery shopping, Chan. Relax" You snapped back, getting anxious about the fact that he could notice something.

You were nearing your goal, even though you knew that you could never be satisfied with how you looked. He couldn't just come over and ruin all the progress you've made after being not here for so long. He doesn't have the right to do this.

"Don't fuck around, y/n. You always have at least some butter in your house. Where is the butter? Where is Ramen? You must have some food here!"

Your body started to shake as you heard his voice rise, keeping your gaze low, not daring to look him in the eyes right now. He was right.

You always had something at home, so you could quickly cook something when you were hungry. But you didn't saw a point in keeping food at home if you wouldn't eat it anyway. It would just rot.

"Y/n look at me" he whispered, after realizing that you were trembling. Chris gently grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. You were expecting to see anger, but the only thing you saw in his brown orbs was sadness.

You started to tear up after you noticed it, knowing that he put one and one together. You missing out on lunch with the boys, you not showing up at the studio to bring him food and spend with him there, listening to his tracks, you not having any food at home. It was obvious, but you still hoped he wouldn't notice.

Chris slowly took you in his arms, noticing how your figure felt smaller and bonier than before. It made him sick, knowing what you did to yourself. 'Why would my girl do something like this?' he thought 'how could my little princess torture herself this much?' But he couldn't find a 'because'.

In his eyes, you were the best thing that happened to him. You were the prettiest girl on earth. Warm tears were running down his pale cheeks, dropping to the floor.

He couldn't stop blaming himself for what you did. Maybe if he would have been there, he could have stopped you. Maybe if-

"Channie?" You quietly asked, looking up at his tear-stained cheeks. "Channie why are you crying? We can go to the store and grab something if you want. You don't-"

"Why have you been doing this to yourself, y/n?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why haven't you been eating"

Well, shit.

"What are you talking about, Channie?"

"Don't fucking lie to me, it's too obvious for you to do so. Why haven't you been eating?"

"I... I, I'm pressured Chan" You answered, knowing that he wouldn't believe you if you would tell him otherwise. Telling him the truth was the only option at this point, even though you didn't want to.

"Pressured?"

"Yes"

"Princess, I don't understand what you mean by that"

You shook your head and let go of him, before walking over to the couch and sitting down with a low sigh. "Maybe you shouldn't understand," I said.

"Jesus, y/n" I heard him mutter under his breath. He walked over and sat on the floor, in front of you, looking at you with a scared expression.

"Please tell me what's in that pretty little head of yours. I can see that you have lost weight, but I don't understand why. I mean, you are the prettiest human I have ever seen in my whole life, why would you do something like that?"

"Why do you even care? It's not like you here anyway" you simply said, grabbing your phone, trying to ignore him.

After he noticed your intentions, he quickly took your phone out of your hands, placing it on the coffee table behind him.

"Hey! Give me my phone back, you dump a-"

"Fucking stop it, y/n. Stop ignoring me. I care for you because I love you! You are my everything and I know I haven't been home lately, but at least I tried making time for you and inviting you to the studio", he said, "but you never came! Don't act like it's only my fault we haven't seen each other."

You looked at him with wide eyes, shaking your head. He was right, it was also your fault. And you hated the fact that he was right. "I-"

"Please y/n, please stop turning away from me and closing up. I-I know it's not easy to open up, but I'm here for you. I'll always be."

"Well, I... I couldn't, no, I can't feel happy when I look like this, Channie. I mean, look at you, look at your perfect body and your perfect personality and your perfect everything! I don't fit in. I don't fit in, because I am the ugly duck surrounded by beautiful swans. I just... wanted to be a beautiful swan, Channie."

That's it. You've made it. You've told him what was going through your mind all the time.

He slowly pulled you off the couch, into his lap. He could feel your seat humps against his thighs, how bony and strong they were. Chris shook his head in disbelieve, another wave of sadness crushing over him.

"You are perfect, baby girl. You are perfect in every single way. You always were the most beautiful swan I have ever seen in my entire life. I love everything about you, y/n. I love how your thighs wiggle whenever you run towards me when we meet, I love how curves look in that dress I brought you a year ago, I love how your stretch marks are decorating your body like silverish paint. I don't want you to change for me, because you are perfect the way you are. Jesus, even Hyunjin said you are even prettier than himself, and that means a lot. Please don't hurt yourself like this, princess. You are destroying yourself"

He took hold of your hands and kissed your palm.

"I promise I'll stop working so much, so I can spend more time with my beautiful girlfriend, but please... stop hurting yourself" he whispered, searching for any signs of discomfort in your eyes. But you just set in his lap and listened to him.

"Hyunjin thinks I'm prettier than him?" you asked awkwardly.

Chris chuckled and nodded "Is this the only thing that got stuck in your pretty little head?" He asked.

You smiled a bit, leaning your forehead against his while closing your eyes. "I'll try to get better, Chris" you whispered.

It wouldn't be an easy journey going back to 'normal. Once the hole is there, digging is difficult. But it is possible, especially if someones helping you.

#bang chan imagines #bang chan angst #bang chan fluff #bang chan images #skz imagines #skz chan #skz angst #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #stray kids angst #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic #bangchan fanfic #fanfic #x you #x reader

[lord-westley]

Hi hun, I don't know if your requests are open right now, but I could really use some sort of comfort Imagine right now and I was hoping I could come and ask you. It doesn't even have to be a full set of Headcanons, just a short blurb about some Characters will do if that's fine with you.

I've been really struggling with my chronic illnesses lately, and I keep imagining the Fellowship taking care of me, so I thought I'd ask for an Imagine about that. I have a really weird condition where my right leg is physically longer than my left, which causes really intense pain in my hip and leg and also difficulty walking, so I've been really struggling with that lately. There's also the chronic fatigue from my sleep apnea, I'm absolutely covered in bruises that I don't remember getting, the classic anxiety and depression and executive dysfunction.. it's just been a difficult week tbh.

I'd appreciate any kind words right now. Thanks for being so kind and supportive to me, it means more than you could ever know. I hope it's alright that I ask this of you. Godspeed, hun 💕

Comfort HC’s

Platonic!Fellowship x Reader

Post LOTR; Comfort

Warnings: Mentions chronic pain, anxiety, depression, PTSD

A/N: Hello Ro! I’m sorry this took a while, I hope the pain eases soon and that these headcanons help. If you ever need to talk, my DM's are open anytime!

You’ve known the Fellowship ever since you were a little girl. You met them when your parents sent you off to Imladris to seek the aid of Lord Elrond, one of the greatest healers in Middle-Earth. For you had an unusual physical condition, where your right leg grew longer than your left. It made walking difficult and a burning pain to spiderweb from your hip down.

Lord Elrond tried everything he could in his power to help you, and yet there was little he could do except ease the pain. No amount of magic can prevent physical growth.

The tears that welled up in your eyes that day pained him more than any wound can. A child, barely twelve years old, experiencing such excruciating pain right in front of him, and yet he can’t do anything about it. And from that moment on, he promised to you that he’d do anything he can to help you, and care for you.

So with the permission of your worried parents, Lord Elrond gave you an offer to stay in Imladris for as long as you wish. To heal and receive the care you need. Which you kindly accepted.

For years up to adulthood, you lived in Imladris; drinking Athleas tea every morning and night for the pain and sleep apnea. While it wasn’t a cure, it helped make life much more bearable. Allowing you to enjoy certain activities and walk around with only half the pain.

During those years you became great friends with the Fellowship. For they travelled often to Imladris to visit and rest between trips. They became your family, always joking and telling stories of their travels; teaching you new tricks and how to defend yourself. And in return you’d tell them stories of the elves around you. How the Ellon in the smithy loves to tease the Elleth in the bakery. Or how the children would braid flower crowns for you.

The boys know of your difficulties with your leg and illnesses. They’re constantly worried for you; asking how you are, helping when the pain begins to spike and holding you when you begin to cry. Everytime it starts getting bad again, they tell you it's okay to feel weak and to cry. That you don’t have to be strong all the time.

Aragorn

Aragorn is surprisingly soft despite his tough exterior

He believes that crying and venting about your frustrations is the most healthy way to deal

So on days you are having a rough time he’ll sit down with you in his lap, holding you tightly into his chest. One arm around your body and one hand in your hair

Aragorn will let you cry and yell into him, all while pressing small kisses into your hair

He’s not a very wordy person, so it’s not often he will whisper sweet things, but when he does. It’s always so soft and helps relax you

“Deep breaths Hun, It’ll be okay”

Legolas

A soft baby- an absolute angel when it comes to comforting you

Legolas is very big on grounding yourself and staying focused on your surroundings

So when he notices you’re beginning to have a rough time, nearing a panic attack, He preps a cup of Athleas tea and brings you to a private area

He’ll have you sit between his legs, and his arms gently wrapped around you torso

Legolas will have you ground yourself by telling him 3 things you smell, feel, hear and see

“Close your eyes, little one and listen… Listen to the birds sing”

As you begin to relax, he whispers praises, proud of how strong you are

“You’re doing so well, I’m proud of you”

Boromir

I love this man oml

If you’re bedridden due to the pain he’d 100% do whatever you ask of him

Need more pillows? Steals them from every. Single. Bedroom.

“Boro- holy crap how many did you take!?”

“Uh.. all?”

There is now a national shortage of pillows

Need more warmth? Will make a nest of blankets and wrap you up in his cloak

Comfort?? CUDDLES FOR DAYS

Boromir is there for you every step of the way

If you start crying, He might cry with you- absolutely hates seeing you in such pain

“I’m sorry- Im so sorry Darling. I wish there was more I could do for you”

Gimli

In true Gimli fashion, when he notices your anxiety he 100% wants to fight whoever triggered it

He gets a bit aggressive in the beginning, insisting to fist fight your problems away

but when you tell him that it’s something that can't be fought off, that its a constant thing, he calms down and just

“Oh”

“Oh oh wait Im so sorry”

Cue soft Gimli

Will rub your back affectionately while speaking softly

Asking if there is anything he could do to help

Another babe who will do anything you ask of him

If the panic attack happens in public, Gimli will bring you somewhere more private

He’ll shield you with his body from the eyes of the public and glare at anyone who dares stare

Not very good with soft comfort but if you ever need to feel safe and protected go to him

“Dont worry Lassie” (head pats) “I’ll protect you, You’re safe now”

Frodo

Sweet darling baby angel bean

He completely understands your anxieties and pain

Frodo did carry the one ring across middle earth after all

He absolutely has PTSD from it, so there have been many times the two of you would stay up late together when you can’t sleep, drinking tea

You find comfort in the fact that he’s quite similar to you, and vice versa

Most often, you guys will talk about what's going on and comfort each other

On the nights the two of you don’t wish to talk, Frodo will read stories to you

His voice is so soft and comforting, It never fails to lull you to sleep

“None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window” He reads aloud, peaking up at you and notices the way your lips part, a soft snore emitting. He hums, “Goodnight Y/N, sleep well”

Sam

This hobbit is such a softie

He understands that with mental disorders, you may forget to eat or care for yourself

So he always watches you, making sure you’re eating and you aren’t

Oh boy

Will cook your favorite meals and make you sit with him to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner

“Ah, I hope you enjoy the meal. I made your favorite!”

“Thank you, Sam..”

Ensuring you drink your water

Or if you don’t like plain water, make some tea. Anything really to make sure you get your fluids

As a gardener, Sam is busy quite often, tending to, well, gardens

He’ll set up a picnic nearby for you with finger sandwiches, drinks, and fruit that way you had company and can relax fully in the peacefulness of nature

Definitely will give you a bouquet of flowers at the end of the day

“I picked these for you Y/N!”

Merry and Pippin

Okay so these two are together cause well. They’re always together

Except that one scene

Absolute kings of distraction when you’re feeling depressed

You might want to just sleep it off- but we all know that never really helps

They’ll make so many jokes and sing and dance around just to make you laugh

Which often leads to them singing even louder and cruder, annoying every elf in the area

“Lucky Annie was a lady who’d been pleased by many men- They all would sail away but then they’d come right back again”

Yes they sing sea shanties

Oops

On days that you don’t have the energy to deal with such shenanigans, they’ll tone it down

The three of you will often be found in the field during these days, Tossing a ball back n forth

Or giggling amongst yourself, gossiping about the rest of the fellowship

“I don’t know Merry, Gandalf is kinda hot in an old man way”

“Pippin what the hell”

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[cocosstories]

Pete Davidson One Shot- Jr Writer Series 5

-okay so this one is kind of out there but I love it lol you and Pete are co parents to a cute little baby. Things didn’t work out but there’s still clearly a lot of sexual tension and hidden feelings. You both love each other but both of you are being stubborn.

Warning: smut

It had been seven months since you had found Pete and he learned of your pregnancy. He had vowed that day to, get and stay clean and so far he has done well to keep his promise.

Pete had checked himself into rehab that afternoon and stayed an entire 90 days. Lorne was great, giving him the time off with the rest of the cast showing their support as well.

You had kept your word, standing by his side the whole time while he worked on getting better.

Your pregnancy had gone well, despite the stress and almost a month after he got out of rehab, you had given birth to a healthy baby boy with Pete holding your hand through the whole labor and delivery.

Co-parenting was going well. Pete was great with the baby, always willing to help out anytime you needed it. The only problem with the situation was having to be around him all the time.

As hard as you tried, you couldn't quite get over him and seeing him with your child didn't help matters.

"Hey, Y/N, can you bring me a diaper?"

Pete calls out from the nursery in your apartment.

"Here."

You walk in the room bringing a new pack with you and hand him one setting the rest of the pack on the air mattress Pete had brought over for the nights he stayed over to help with the baby, which lately, seemed to be most nights.

A few minutes later, Pete comes out to the living room where you are catching up on some trash tv and sits down next to you.

"I think he's hungry."

He says as he hands you the fussy baby. You take him without a word and begin feeding him with a sigh.

"What's wrong?"

Pete breaks the silence a few minutes later.

"Nothing."

You say, shifting a bit in your seat.

"Bullshit Y/N. We may not be together anymore but I still know when something is wrong with you."

Pete turns off the tv and looks over at you, waiting for your answer.

"Exactly Pete, we aren't together anymore and yet you are here all day every day. Every time I turn around you're there."

The words came out quick and a little more harsh than you wanted them to.

"To help with my son."

He says under his breath but loud enough for you to hear.

"Is that really why Pete? Are you only here for the baby? Or maybe you think he is a way for us to get back together. Because if that's the case, you are wrong. You cheated on me. You broke my heart. Nothing you say or do will ever change that."

You stop for a moment to take a breath, taking time to bring the baby up from your breast to your shoulder, covering yourself up and thinking about your next words.

"It may have been one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, especially with everything that has happened the last few months, but I finally got over you. You should try to do the same."

With that, you hand the baby back to his father and go to your bedroom, afraid if you stayed any longer, you would give in and tell him the truth.

"Can I come in?"

You are startled a few minutes later by Pete's voice.

"Pete, I'm tired, I just want to go to bed."

"No."

Pete says and steps forward.

"What?"

You look up and swallow hard as he closes the distance between you even more, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"No. We are going to talk about this. Obviously this is an issue and we need to fix it. For him."

He gestures to the now sleeping baby in his arms.

"Fine but I'm pretty sure I said everything out in the living room."

Pete rolls his eyes at your hostile and defensive tone, not believing it for a second.

"Look, I know I fucked up back then. What I did to you was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my entire life. I thought I had lost you forever and then you came and saved me from myself and gave me the chance to be a father to my son."

The words hit you like a brick but you do your best to keep your composure.

"Staying here and helping out all the time is my way of saying thank you. I know we are over and I would never expect you to change your mind about it. I still love you, I will always love you. I will never forgive myself for ruining the best thing I ever had in my life but I refuse to give up a chance to be in my sons life. I don't want to make you uncomfortable though, so after tonight, I won't stay the night unless you ask me to. We can sit down later and come up with a plan if you want, anything I can do to make it easier for you. But we need to figure out something ok?"

You nod, unable to speak and he gets up and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

Laying in bed, Pete's words replaying in your head until you can't take it anymore.

You get up and head to the door, stopping halfway, beginning to talk yourself out of what you are planning to do next.

"Fuck it."

You open the door and find Pete on the other side, pacing and talking to himself.

"Oh, sorry I-"

Before Pete can finish, you jump into his arms, kissing him.

"Y/N?"

Pete pulls back and sets you down on your feet, confused as to what was happening.

"Shh."

You kiss him again, pulling him into your bedroom and into your bed.

"Are you sure about this?"

Pete asks before taking things any further.

"Please."

You look up at him, desperate need evident in your eyes.

No other words were needed as you and Pete give into every urge and feeling you have been pushing away since you found him with that girl a year ago.

Pete makes love to you, the moonlight streaming in through your bedroom window enough for you to see his face.

"What does this mean?"

You and Pete are laying cuddled in your bed a while later.

"I don't know."

As good as it feels, you still can't let yourself give up and let him back into your life in that way again.

Just as Pete is about to say something, the baby starts to cry.

"I've got him."

Pete says pulling his sweats back on and heading to the babies room.

"What the fuck am I doing?"

You get up quickly and pull on your robe.

"I still love you too."

Pete is changing the baby when he hears you behind him, turning towards you.

"What?"

He picks up the baby and walks towards you.

"I still love you too. What happened tonight, you don't know how long I've wanted that. After everything, I thought I would never be able to get passed it, that I would never be able to look at you the same way but I was wrong. I love you Pete and I want to try again."

Pete's eyes light up at your words as he pulls you close to him with his baby free arm.

"But you have to swear to me you won't break my heart again. We won't survive another hit like that."

He pulls back a bit and looks down into your eyes.

"I swear on our sons life, I will never do anything to hurt you ever again. I want this Y/N, you, me and our son. I want us to be a family. A real family."

He says, this time you have no doubt that he is being totally honest.

"Okay. Then lets do it. Lets be a family."

You say and then lead him back into your bedroom, the three of you climbing into bed and drifting off to sleep, finally back together and happy, the way it should be.

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[hot-wiings]

The One Where Ushijima Has Been Spending More Time In The Gym Then Out, Leaving His Girlfriend Feeling Worried. Spoilers.

Edited: 2-16-2021

Wakatoshi Ushijima hit another volleyball sending it over the net. Each ball he hit when further than the last. Further, higher, better. It was late, far too late for Wakatoshi to still be practicing in the gym. Volleyball practice had ended hours ago for Shiratorizawa, but Wakatoshi was still putting in his practice hours.

You pushed the doors to the gym open wide open, not even bothering to wonder whether it would be locked or not. When you had been receiving an automated voice box rather than your boyfriend's voice over the phone you knew exactly where he'd be. A simple text to Tendou saying he hadn't seen or heard from your boyfriend since practice ended had only confirmed your suspicions. 

You crossed your arms so you were hugging your jacket to your body as you stepped into the gym, the only sound that could be heard was the sound of Wakatoshi's pants and the slapping of the volleyball. You wondered how long he had been out here practicing, had he even taken any breaks or took a second to drink water? He looked like pure sweat and exhaustion.  

"How long have you been practicing?" 

Whether you startled Wakatoshi or not you did not know, he simply spiked the last volleyball over the net, watched it go for a minute before he briefly turned his head over to you with his ever stoic expression.

"I don't know, what time is it?"

"It's ten in the evening Wakatoshi, volleyball practice ended at five." 

"Well, then I've been practicing for about six and half hours."

His words come out blunt and cold, straight to the point. Why didn't you get it? They needed to practice. They needed to get better. They couldn't beat Karasuno, they couldn't beat those wingless crows. He couldn't beat them. They had lost, they had lost when they were so close to nationals and it was all his fault. As the ace and captain, he needed to get better.   

"I get you wanting to practice, but five extra hours alone in the gym isn't healthy. You probably haven't even taken a healthy amount of water breaks!"

"You don't get it, I need to practice!" 

Wakatoshi walks away from you and begins to gather up all the volleyballs he had thrown over the net. Huffing, you follow after him and help him gather the balls up into their bin. Even if you did deter him away from practicing, you would still have to clean this all up before you went home. 

"I have to practice, [Y/N]. I'm not good enough. If my spikes were stronger, faster, better, then we could've won. I need to get better, for my team. I need to get better so we don't lose again, so if you're here to get me to leave, I can't." 

You slammed the last volleyball down in the bin then proceeded to cross your arms. You knew Wakatoshi was feeling this way. Ever since he lost against Karasuno he'd been off and spending a ridiculous amount of time putting in practice. You tried talking to him, reassuring him, but opening up was so hard for your boyfriend. 

"I get that Toshi' but I'm worried about you, I'm really worried about you. You spend all your time here, you don't take any breaks or drink water. You look rough, you're exhausting yourself! You have been neglecting your health, and I'm not gonna stick around to watch you do that."

"You don't mean that. I can't lose you... Don't leave me, I can't- I just want to get better, better for my team, someone you can be proud of. I'm supposed to be the best in the Miyagi prefecture, now I'm just a failure."

"Oh, Toshi!" 

You dropped your crossed arms and took a step closer to your boyfriend. You enveloped him in your arms, not giving a care to the sweat dripping down his hot skin. You pulled his head down into your neck, holding him there tightly as he let out his muffled sobs. He never really cried when he lost, he never grieved the plummet. His teammates let out their tears, but Wakatoshi remained strong and quiet, allowing the tears to fester in his mind. 

"I have never thought about you as a failure. You are so good baby, you are such a good ace. But pushing yourself too hard and over exhausting yourself is just going to hurt yourself rather than improve yourself. It scares me, and I know I'll always come second place to volleyball, but I can't watch you hurt yourself like that." 

"Hey, you do not come in second place, you never have. My love for ball and you are equal." 

"I just need you not to push yourself so hard. I'm sorry, and at the risk of sounding like a needy, clingy girlfriend, I miss you and I worry about you."

"Don't apologize when you're right. I'm sorry, I'll take more breaks, I'll take it easier and I'll watch out for my health. You know a good way to rest? Cuddling."

You pulled away from Wakatoshi, grabbed a towel off the edge of the ball bin, and threw it at Wakatoshi lightly with a smile. 

"I'm not objecting to that... But showering is a good way to rest, and I highly suggest it for athletes."

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