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ladystoneboobs · 1 month

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no of fence to jon snow fans who for some reason care about his exact age, but these discussions just annoy me no end. not only bc there's no way any weirwood flashbacks bran has to rhaegar/lyanna will come with time/datestamps, but also bc there's always comments like this:

SEVERAL turns of the moon (ie, months)?! have these people never seen a human baby before or just have no concept of their ages? even if we take into account travel time from the toj to wf, meaning jon was not a newborn too fresh out the oven when catelyn and robb arrived, there's still a difference between a newborn and a 3mo and an even bigger difference between those infants and an older baby 5-7mo. there's very good reasons these lines were cut. whatever birthdates can be worked out internally for jon and robb from when they're first mentioned as 15 and 16 don't matter in the end, bc grrm doesn't care about a consistent timeline and the actual text of catelyn's pov and ned's convo with robert about cheating on her should outweigh any guesstimates about jon's official nameday wrt robb's. catelyn may not have cared for jon, but she would sure as hell have noticed his nameday if it came before robb's and made him ned's firstborn. if jon's birthday canonically came before robb's then either ned's cover story would not involve adultery (not impossible for him to sire a bastard before his wedding), or he'd just give jon a new nameday along with his new name to fit the adultery lie. it makes no sense for him to lie about one and not the other, undermining the big lie with a little public clue of his story not adding up. whatever else she was as a stepmother, cat wasn't stupid and a bastard who was actually the eldest son being raised alongside her trueborn heir could be an even bigger insult than whether he was born of adultery or not.

BUT, the unknowability of jon's true birthday is not the only reason this annoys me, it's bc this is all based on the assumption that jon must be older since rhaegar/lyanna ran off together before ned married cat, as if both boys must have been conceived asap as robb canonically was when his parents consummated their marriage. and that's not how human reproduction works! even if you don't understand how fast babies grow in the first year, you should know that people who get pregnant do so through ovulation cycles and a lucky sperm finding an egg and all that, not just immediately getting knocked up as soon as one has p-in-v sex for the first time. not unless you only know mean girls sex ed where if you have sex you will get pregnant and die. (even tho lyanna did die, there's plenty of canon examples where pregnancy did not lead straight to death. also examples of people who did not get pregnant right away and even some who are/were sexually active and childless without always having moon tea on hand.) we can't know how long lyanna was having sex before that sperm+egg match happened or even how long she was with rhaegar before losing her technical virginity. if they were married, doesn't it make sense to think they didn't consummate their relationship until the wedding night either? that's the only leverage there is to ensure a status as wife rather than just mistress.

and while i just said grrm doesn't care about exact timelines and a lot is still foggy surrounding the rebellion and esp rhaegar, there is one timemarker wrt robert's rebellion he voluntarily threw in, time and time again: that stannis was besieged at storm's end for almost a whole year. that siege, which mind you, did not match the duration of the entire war. it only started after robert won his battles at gulltown and summerhall, returned to storm's end, and then went out and lost the battle of ashford, leaving his homeland open to the reachermen. the same siege which only ended when ned made a detour there after the sack of king's landing, before going to the toj. even if lyanna may not have given birth that exact day ned found her, she could only be waiting in that bloody bed for weeks at the most, not months. so if rhaegar knocked her up the very same night he carried her off and jon was still a newborn when ned found her after the siege of storm's end had ended, wouldn't that mean lyanna was pregnant for well over a year? that's not how human pregnancy works either! so, maybe that's proof that jon and robb, whichever order they were actually born in, were actually very close in age as babies, much closer than if they were both conceived asap.

and really, jon's actual birthdate does not matter imho, when he was raised not just as the bastard to robb's trueborn heir, but with robb also known by catelyn and the world as ned's firstborn (which he was, in any case, as jon was ned's nephew by birth). what difference could a birthdate before robb's make (even were there some means of discovery) after ned, cat, and robb are all dead? if one is looking only at his birth parents then he's only a firstborn child on lyanna's side, but definitely a second son on rhaegar's side. maybe he was always meant to be a second son with a not much older half-brother! even if the aegon fka young griff is not in fact rhaegar's son, he'll still be known as aegon vi targaryen, meaning jon will never be known as any father's elder son. if i may reference mean girls again, it's not going to happen.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #robb stark #jonathan snowflake starkgaryen #i want him to succeed me as king in the north #jon snow #ned stark #lyanna stark #like this isn't prompted by anyone except that reddit post and its comments this has just annoyed me for so long #that's why i made that show!robb/show!jon coming of age gifset years ago bc narratively jon is always a second son #bc robb did everything first as elder bro and the only milestones jon will hit first will be the those robb can't since he's dead for good #(obviously starting with jon being first male stark to be brought back from the dead)#not that everyone interested in this debate thinks this way but it just feels tied to the idea of jon being a trueborn heir #not only was he never a bastard he was an eldest boy! eldest surviving boy with those pesky half-dornish sibs gone! point missed.#sorry i just dont think grrm means for a targ restoration with king jon any more than fake eldest boy kendall roy could win his succession #(c)lsb #i had to look up all the quotes on the big storm's end siege bc it makes me feel like i'm taking crazy pills #thinking what abt stannis starving for a year while others are like we just can't know how long rr was. was it even 9mons?#like yeah lollys's pregnancy doesn't add up but bc grrm really slowed the tl down postacok prob w/o really thinking #thats diff from repeatedly saying something lasted almost a year when he didn't have to give such a timeframe!

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transfemmes · 6 months

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My husband has been rewatching adventure time

#💖#lolly #evie #pregnancy

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fangisms · 8 months

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due november

A/N: was feeling particularly soft and magical this september afternoon, so im here to feed the beasts (with love) gif creds: @osvaldrps-archived

Pairings: Husband!Neville Longbottom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your family of nearly three share a moment in the living room. 0.8k words

Warnings: set when both are ~20s-30s, pregnancy, established relationship, dorky dad neville, fluff, smutty intentions but only jokes

It's all got Neville worried down to the bone. The weight of being a good husband was heavy enough without the impending uncertainty of fatherhood. Which is not to say he isn't a good husband or that he wouldn't be a good father, but the stress of it can be crippling for the nervous wreck that he is.

Though, his shakiness is ever soothed by the way you hold the back of his head when you kiss him, the way you clean his glasses of dirt smudges, the way you catch his eye in your sweetly flowing skirts, dresses, and blouses. Daintily, he'd say, very prettily.

"They're like house pets at this point," you remark, tip-toeing over the vines weaving between the slats of your hardwood flooring. Throughout the kitchen, greenery creeps in through open windows, finding home in doorframes and across the ceiling. They can't help it. The September chill is getting to everybody.

"I just can't bring myself to trim them!" he chirps, catching your waist when you trip into his side, belly protruding against your floral house dress. "On second thought—"

"No, no, Nev! I like it. I like them. It's free interior design."

"Damn weeds. It's a free death sentence."

"You're just a pessimist!" you tease.

As open to ogling as you always seem to be, he hates that you can still make him blush after all these years. Even with duckfoot ivy weaving its way through your shared home and baby names listed on the chalkboard by the door, he's still blushing when you so much as look at him.

And right now, you're looking at your horticulturist's dirt-smudged under shirt exposed beneath his striped button down. Which also happens to be smudged with dirt.

He clears his throat.

"Nervous, my dear?" you tease when he diverts his gaze from down your neckline.

"Hmm? Oh, no, not at all"—his voice falters, and he tries to focus back on the delicate clay pot in his hands—"Craving anything for lunch?"

"Nothing much," you sigh, "maybe a bite of my husband."

He blinks, eyes wide open but blank like the dial tone is just ringing through his skull. He places the empty pot gently in the sink basin, moving both damp hands to your waist with that doe-eyed look.

"You've already got one in there, lovebug, we can't go around trying for another now, can we," he says. You toss your head back with laughter, and he watches you in annoyed amazement. Since when were you impervious to his awkward charm. "Come on, lunch. Anything you want."

He cups his hands together around your lower back, letting out a soft breath when you push his hair out of his face and thumb the dirt from his brow.

"Let's see... couple of ice lollies? Sounds good, dunnit?"

"Well-rounded, definitely," he says, patting your bum with a chuckle. "I'll make some sandwiches. And I've got time for a walk after."

"You'll spoil me rotten, Mr Longbottom!"

"Watch it, or you're getting triplets."

"Oh, you're nasty, Mr Longbottom," you tease, holding his chin and leaning in for a kiss. He spins you round and pats you towards the living area.

You hurdle a couple of roots and make it halfway to the hand-me-down chaise lounge in the corner when you feel a sharp twitch.

"Christ," you yelp, grabbing the arm of the chair with a hiss, slightly bent at the waist and taking a deep breath.

"Baby? What's going on?"

"She's kicking again!" Your palm is splayed across your rounded belly as you practice deep, circular breathing. There's a harsh clammer from the kitchen. Then silence.

Then he appears in the opening, hair flopping down over his forehead, brows furrowed, towel flung over his shoulder, so still you'd think he saw his old, cranky professor.

"...She?" he huffs, pushing a hand through his hair.

"Oh. Oh, Nev, I—" You cup your palm over your mouth with a sharp breath in. "You wanted it to be a surprise. I'm so sorry."

But a smile makes its way across his lips, pulling and tugging at the soft pink as he shuffles closer. Two strong hands meet yours on the curve of your belly, welcoming another jolt. One reaches for the back of your neck, and he leans in to kiss your worried forehead.

"We're having a baby girl?"

You nod, tears welling in your eyes when he tilts your chin up to peck your wobbly bottom lip. You feel the stubbly skin of his cheek with the pad of your thumb and let him kiss you once more.

"I was so restless, I had to know," you huff, "I'm such a spoilsport! You were so excited, Nev!"

"I know. And you're not a spoilsport. I'm still excited, know why?"

"Why?" you say, wiping your nose and pouting at him. He grins.

"Because she's ours."

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#fluff #fanfic #hp universe #x reader #fanfiction #x fem!reader #neville longbottom x y/n #neville longbottom fanfic #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom fluff #husband!neville #pregnancy #established relationship #marriage

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kekaki-cupcakes · 3 months

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Heeey

Hope u're doing well

Please can I request a connor stoll x reader one shot where the mom (the reader) is going out with friends after all the pregnancy period, and it is the first time Connor is taking care of the baby all by himself for the evening

Have a good day

Can't believe that this was the request that brought me out of my writing slump lol. I have so many requests that I'm trying to write for right now and I figured people would rather have a short blurb than nothing at all, so this is only like 0.8k words. Sorry babes, hope you enjoy. Xx

pizza night--- Connor Stoll x reader [parent fic]

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-First of all Connor would be literally the best dad ever.

-I mean, like, obviously your baby would grow up knowing far too many swear words and probably ties people's shoes together when they're not looking, but no ones actually surprised.

-You would be able to take the cutest photos of your baby asleep on his chest in front of the tv or dancing in the kitchen while dinner cooked [you know when little kids stand on your feet and you hold their hands to dance? He would do that].

-He’d also for the first time not steal from a lolly shop when he takes the baby and lets them pick out the lollies from the pick and mix tubs. He’d hold the baby up like Simba at the start of The Lion King. You know the scene.

-But that’s after the baby stops crying every night and can wear shoes that totally have little wings drawn on them.

-When you’re laying on the couch eating ice cream with sprinkles and Connor is cleaning up baby vomit or something and your friends start spamming the group chat to get your attention, you’d just ignore it to begin with.

-Who wants to go out when there’s a screaming two week old baby at home and you’ve got cramps absolutely everywhere? To go and talk about babies when you literally never want to explain why you chose the name you did and why the baby is wearing a Lightning McQueen onesie [Cecil].

-But Connor hears the pings of your phone and [after turning it off so as to not wake the baby] he decides that you're going to have a great night out with your friends who would have to promise no baby talk or strenuous exercise.

-So you’re all dressed up in comfortable clothing and flat shoes [no post pregnant person is walking around in stilettos, and you might be amazing, but you’re not that amazing], ready to go out for a night of gossip and drinks, or pizza and relaxing, depending on your mood, when you realize that this would be the first time Connor is on baby duty without you pottering around the house somewhere or napping.

-He promises that everything will be fine and if the baby doesn’t go to bed he’ll just call Clovis over.

-He then had to promise that he will not in fact put a spell on the newborn and will be very responsible and baby you don’t have to worry he’s been watching youtube tutorials on this stuff for eight months and seven days.

-On a completely unrelated note, you found out you were pregnant about eight months and seven days ago.

-So you’re pushed out the door into your friend's car and Connor realizes he should probably take advantage of the fact the baby is sleeping in the other room to prepare for what would hopefully be an uneventful night.

-He mixes together the milf formula and leaves it in the fridge before ordering pizza. Take out or baked goods that his siblings dropped off while they zoomed around the city going to and from whatever it was they were doing had become the go to for meals since baby duty became the main concern and most food burnt on the stove in minutes.

-Connor always orders meatlovers, but picks the sausage bits off and puts mushrooms on top.

-It’s the best.

-Unfortunately babies can’t eat the greatest pizza ever, so after doing the washing and tidying up the utter chaos of your three bedroom house [one for you and Connor, one for your kid, and the spare room for Travis. Connor had one at Travis’s apartment too], ringing the hospital to book in that check up appointment for a few days away, paying the pizza delivery girl, and sitting down for approximately four minutes until the baby began crying, he took the milk out of the fridge and went to the living room.

-Connor held the baby with one arm, wiping drool off the tiny onesie, and turned on the TV. Luckily for him, your baby loved watching the colors move and make noise.

-You were adamant about not raising an Ipad KidTM, but he figured Netflix was an exception.

-He looked down for the baby's reaction when pausing on each movie.

-A bored gurgle at Lightning McQueen [Cecil would riot], a blank stare at Taylor Swift’s new movie, and then a screaming fit when he played the trailer for The Hunger Games [probably not a good idea to begin with] and he moved onto better half of his favorite movies.

-He pressed play on an all time classic.

-Connor’s child needed to have impeccable taste, or he just might ignore them until they tried to take over the world.

-Too soon?

“Life moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop to look around once in a while, you just might miss it.”

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#sorry that last part was kinda #too soon?#I just had to add it though #the Hermes Cabin are literally my children though I would write anything for htem #pjo fandom #pjo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians #Connor Stoll x reader #connor stoll x you #hermes cabin #travis stoll #cecil markowitz #Luke castellan #the Stoll brothers #Connor Stoll x y/n

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gargoyle-doyle · 4 months

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notes & thoughts i had when i was reading this book ;-3 (its kinda disjointed and doesn't read well, there were just things scrawled when reading. idk i might write it up properly one day xx).

-Clinically obsessed with Neil Gaiman's 1994 'The Tragical Comedy or Comical Tragedy of Mr. Punch' and yes i am incredibly biased, and yes it is because i'm living away from pompey right now, and i miss my ghost adventures, and fratton rd subway.

-Its just such a nostalgic, and fun read. Mckeans art is so vivid, its like something walked straight out of my mind and onto the page, its really a graphic novel that properly exploits the medium and captivates on every page.

-As someone who has personally beefed with the descendants of these swans, i can tell you for a fact that this still stands true - they will break your arm, and not only that, they will peck into ur stomach and pluck out ur intestines. Apart from one swan who has arthritis, and is fed medicine in the evenings by an unnamed local, he is probably too busy eating his medicines.

-Reading all these passages written in 1994, almost exactly 30 years ago, set even further back into the late sixties, and seeing such relatable anecdotes. it's hopeful. Pompey stays Pompey forever.

And then you're hit with bits like this:

-And I'm reminded of the bridge centre bookshop losing the war against the council, the privatising of the secret garden, commercial road - the ghost town. And subway, and rowans, and London rd dying. Moorhouse becoming a newsagents, becoming a house.

-And then even before me, (mandatory obelisk mention), tricorn, charlotte st. The shadows of the past. What becomes of the time capsule in the bridge, when there is no bridge? But then in the same way theres development. Gunwharf, The spinnaker, The Mary Rose Museum.

-But it's all the superficial stuff - the tourist attractions. And it's all the heart and soul that get left to rot.

-I love this graphic novel because it's alive. and its mean. an affair, a pregnancy, forced abortion by beating a woman with planks of wood, disguised in cloudy memories and that slight childhood hope to mask it. to retell it again and again until the story turns out different this time.

-And there's this house, and its my childhood home. its the home of everyone i've ever befriended, and ever went to school with. And I'm reminded of when i used to see Punch and Judy shows over in St James' Dog park for picnic on the green.

-And one year, after the show, after the ice lollies, and after the raffle, my friend and i walked home, past all the shops, and at the end of my street was a great plume of smoke, and crinkle chip was burning down. We stood across the road and watched it burn.

Crinkle chip survived - but not as crinkle chip. It changed, it became Crispy Cod. But the foods the same. the important stuff. idk, i hate everything closing, its gone, and likely never coming back. But i still care, and i think that's the important part. that it mattered to me once upon a time (second mandatory obelisk mention in brackets so i don't waffle on about the obelisk).

-the story of punch and judy is told and retold by so many. as life here is lived by so many, but in many ways the same life. with many of the same characters and set pieces.

-the tale really articulates the frustration, the whimsy, the worry, and the awareness of childhood. living in a dream-like world, only in that none of your questions ever get answered. fantasy from boredom, fear, and confusion. the world is new, its your first time here and everyone just expects you to know whats real and whats not. That feeling of being looked over, of raising yourself because adults lie, cry, and run away from questions.

-This lamppost is real - so are the lights. i know exactly where this is and what they look like at every time of day.

-I love puppets, i love making them, buying them, studying them. This book reads like a love letter. But one written to a love never indulged. a love letter written and then kept in a box in the attic. The book feels like everything we want to say but don't. in the real world there's the story following the boy and his grandfather, and in the magical, theres the denial to let the self wear the puppet. nothing ever comes to fruition. nothing stays long enough to have the time to tell it how you felt, to express the grief. at the end theres a moment where the narrator just might wear mr punch. but theres not enough time to rationalise, to explain. its not the same mr punch anyway.

-its a scene that reminded me that sometimes we never get to do the things we desire because its too late. like trick-or-treating. if you dont do it as a kid you never will. and it sucks. and we dont get to go back.

-i should've bought all those Anne Rice books from the Bridge when i had the chance. but its gone now. and i won't.

-everything goes. but the memories remain, spectres to be engaged with, and in that its not really gone. The hearts arent gone, because they are here in this book. and so is the grandfather, and so is pompey.

-i should've written more notes about the art. The combination of photos and drawings portrays memories in such a beautiful and disorienting way. its distressing, and memorable. the way some things are emphasised by the photos, Punch and Judy, and the grandfather, while other memories are more obscure sketches, like the pier and the houses. it reads like a Cecilia Condit film scary and fragmented and young, or Jan Svankmajer's (my birthday twin xx) Jabberwocky short film.

-“Everybody dies but Mister Punch, and he has only the life he steals from others”

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after reading the book, and spell-checking my notes. i also read this companion article by Jennifer K . Cox 'From Stage to Page: Adaptation as Survival in Neil Gaiman’s Mr. Punch' that i would like to share highlights from;

-Forbidden knowledge, portrayed as the magic of puppetry, parallels the narrator’s traumatic childhood memories; the adaptations to his memories have allowed him to survive, even if they obscure the truth of his past.

-“The path of memory is neither straight nor safe,” - Gaiman

-'In some sense, telling a story makes it happen again' - Schank (eek! i love this, it fits with the ethos of the graphic novel itself being that things change but that doesn't mean you can't return to how it was in story and memory).

-'As inanimate objects that rely on human hands to give them life, puppets represent a physical “link with the dead, with the realm of the uncanny, the threshold realm of things unknown or repressed” - Gross (sums up how i feel when i make my frog puppet dance to Modern Talking).

-“Tolkien’s view was that the myth-making imagination always tends toward truth rather than lies; that fantastic stories lead toward a genuine understanding of the conditions of existence” - Attebery

-Theatre historian John Bell describes puppets as “performing objects” and suggests that people manipulate them “in order to show us how parts of the…material world can be animated by humans. [..] that our playing with objects allows

us to come to terms with death”

-this adapted work is by and for adults. (i dont know if i particularly agree with this statement. i think kids should read tough and scary stories. Mr Punch provides a great framework for exploring ones own anguish with the world in a way thats relatable and readable. with sections feeling specifically catered towards kids. 'adults lie', 'i should've written this in blood' and the mystical views on death. Yes, they have a nostalgia factor for adult readers, but they are childish thoughts, relatable to child readers. Kids deserve thoughtful and dark stories that challenge them, that haunt them).

-For the lower classes during the eighteenth century, divorce was improbable, public hangings were employed to discourage crime, and a healthy Puritan work ethic threatened bodily harm, while a poor work ethic threatened eternal damnation; Punch thumbed his rather large nose at each of these oppressive institutions

-the narrator resist picking up the puppet for one of two reasons: because the knowledge will destroy the magic of puppetry, and if the audience knows how the magic works the genre of puppet theatre ceases to function, or because he knows wearing the puppet means he must then become Punch

#neil gaiman #punch and judy

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0funsite0 · 1 year

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Only Teens 3

Warnings: teen pregnancy, bullying, blood, mentions of hospital, panic (oh boy, what’s happening?)

Wordcount: 3.2K

- Alright! I'll print these pictures out for you, and yes, I'll make extra copies for you Jungkook. - Dr. Kim giggled along with the both of you, but a second later his tone became much more serious. - However, here are a couple of things I'd like to suggest for the remainder of your pregnancy, Y/n, and Jungkook.

You instantly tensed up. You knew teenage pregnancies carried a higher risk usually. But you've been doing everything in your power to prevent possible complications. You were scared to hear what Dr. Kim had to say.

- I assume you know how pregnancies, where the mother is under the age of 20, carry higher risks. - he glanced at your concerned expression. - Don't worry, Y/n. There are just a couple of things you need to be cautious of. Both you and baby seem healthy, however, you are a little underweight. This is due to the harsh vomiting you've been experiencing even now at 28 weeks. This may affect the baby's birth weight. To prevent that I, unfortunately, have to prescribe you medication you'll have to take until our next appointment. Then we'll decide if you'll have to continue taking them.

He scribbled a word on a piece of sticky note and handed it to Jungkook who stared at it confused.

- Uhh... what does it say exactly?

Dr. Kim chuckled and took the paper from your boyfriend's hand. He handed it back to him, this time with nicely curved, big, printed letters.

- Py-ri-do-xine. - he read it out slowly. - Ah! Thank you.

- Of course. These are B6 supplements. I also suggest you try things with ginger content, such as BIO ginger candy, ginger tea, and ginger ale... Whatever works best.

- Thank you, Dr. Kim. - you smiled while cleaning the gel off of your 7-month bump with a paper towel.

- Now, after you feel like the supplements are working try increasing the amount of food you consume a day. But only do that slowly, step by step. And see you at our next appointment in a month. - he smiled.

- You walk like a penguin. - Jungkook giggled as he led you to his car.

- That's not funny, Jungkook! - you said on the verge of tears.

- But you are the cutest little penguin ever! - he looked at your sad face and saw how you were fighting back tears. - Oh, baby, please don't cry... I didn't mean it in a hurtful way.

He opened the door for you and held out a hand to help you get in the passenger's seat. All you did was push him away, slam the door and open it again for yourself. He just stood there and rolled his eyes before walking over to his side and getting in as well.

- It isn't funny regardless! You don't know how much I'm suffering to carry this baby. I waddle because there is a sudden couple of pounds on my front.

- Love, you know I-

- Don't talk to me! - you cut him off.

- How about-

- No!

- Alright, then I guess I'm gonna eat two huge cones of ice cream all alone, without you...

You looked at him like a pouting child who got scolded for eating too much chocolate at once.

- So, - he started. - Do you want to get ice cream after I pick up your medicine from the pharmacy?

- Okay... - you turned away and buckled your seatbelt and Jungkook moved the strap under your stomach so it didn't hurt either of you when he hits the break.

Jungkook bought your medication as well as a couple of bags of ginger lollies and candies you can munch on throughout the day.

After he was done with that, he pulled up in front of your guys' favorite ice cream place. He walked over to your side, where you were struggling to get out of your seat. You gladly took your boyfriend's helping hand. His arms laced around your waist and gently lifted you from your sitting position.

He giggled at your cuteness.

- Stop that! - you wined.

- Sorry...

- I can't eat anymore... - you wined with a half-eaten ice cream in your hand.

- Oh come on, Y/n! I know you can!

- Baby's taking up a lot of space in my tummy, I can't fit this big ass dessert in there as well.

- Well we need to work on that then! - he caressed your cheeks. He only now began to realize your cheekbones began to stand out more. - You need to start eating more. For you, for baby.

- Jungkook, I don't want you to think I've been starving myself.

- I know you haven't.

- I just keep throwing everything back up but believe me when I say I absolutely love this baby. And I'm doing everything possible to make sure they are healthy and growing perfectly.

- I know, baby! You've been doing an amazing job with growing our baby, and-

- Is that Jungkook and Y/n?

You heard a gossiping voice from somewhere in the distance.

- They definitely are... - another voice could be heard. - I haven't seen them since winter break started.

- Jessica was right, she is pregnant! Look at her belly!

-If I were her I'd be so ashamed of myself for falling pregnant at 17... not walk around town with my belly out...

You instantly zipped your pullover up in hopes of covering some of your obvious baby bump.

Jungkook embraced you tight. One hand around your waist, making sure not to smear his ice cream into your clothes, and the other at the back of your head, bringing it to his chest. He swayed with you from side to side.

Your shoulders jumped because of your sobs.

- Shhh, baby... Don't listen to them, okay? They have nothing... they are nothing... But you... you are the whole world... to me and to baby!

The winter break was quickly coming to an end. You were sad for multiple reasons. One, you spent every day with Jungkook unbothered and without worries - almost... Now, you'll have to be separated from him for most of the day, since there were only very few classes you had together. Second, even if the whole school didn't already know about your pregnancy, it would be impossible to hide it now. Your 30-week bump wasn't something you could easily hide behind one of Jungkook's or Jin's hoodies.

- Good morning, Мила! (sweetheart) - your dad treated you from the kitchen.

- Good morning, Pa! Where is Mom?

- She went for her morning jog.

Of course...

She's been doing this since the day she found out about the baby. She gets out of the house every morning to avoid being in your "pregnant ass' presence" - as she said. That hurt you a lot and added up to your stress. Stress you didn't need at all.

- How are you feeling? - your father's voice dragged you out of your thoughts.

- Scared. - you admitted.

Your father was like your rock during your pregnancy. You could tell him anything and he didn't make you feel ashamed of talking about what was happening to your body, or how his grandchild is doing.

- Why is that?

- I'm just scared of school and the people there. They already know and now that it's evident... - you ran a hand over your bump. - ... everyone is going to be staring at me and talking about me.

- I know it's hard, Мила! - he hugged you. - But I know you are strong and will be able to get through all that, right.

You nodded.

- And besides, if you stick with Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook, they will for sure protect you. - he giggled, thinking about how protective Jungkook and your best friends are of you.

They are truly my blessings.

- Here, I made you breakfast. - he helped you sit down at the table.

He made you an avocado toast and one with ham and tomatoes on it.

- Thank you, Pa! - you began munching on the avocado one.

- Of course. - he set a glass of water in front of you with two tablets of your B6 supplements. - Is the medication working?

- It looks like it. I only threw up twice since I began taking them.

- I'm happy to hear that! But just to be safe, put ginger candy in your backpack, okay?

- I already put them in.

- Alright then. - he pressed a kiss on the top of your head. - I'm gonna head out to work. Have a nice day, Мила!

- Have a nice day, Pa!

- What's up, whale? - Jin laughed while sprinting down the stairs.

- Who? - you angrily turned in your seat, finishing the rest of your toasts.

- Whale. You. You look like a whale!

He continued chuckling at his humor. He didn't realize how his words had hurt you until you slammed the chair against the table while standing up.

- THAT ISN'T FUNNY!!!

- Oh my God, chill, Y/n. - he put his hands up in front of him. - I was just kidding.

- You're a jerk!

- Okay, do you want this jerk to give you a ride, or not?

- No!

- Then how will you get to school?

- I'll... walk. - you whispered, knowing how ridiculous that sounded.

- Hahahaha! As if! - he burst into loud laughter. - Come on! Get in the car.

The drive went by in silence. You were mad at him for commenting on your weight and appearance.

- Y/n... You know I didn't mean it like that...

- I know, I'm sorry...

- What are you sorry for? - he was surprised.

- For lashing out at you like that. I know it wasn't nice of me to yell at you.

- Oh, sis! - he leaned over the armrest and hugged you. - You don't have to apologize... You're pregnant I should've known better than to piss you off like that.

- I love you, Jin! Thank you for the ride.

- I love you too, little sis. - he leaned down to the level of your stomach. - And you two, little niece, or nephew. - he looked at you curiously. - What's the gender?

- Jin! I told you one hundred times! We. Don't. Know. Yet.

- Why?

- Baby is shy... - you smiled. - He or she is always in a position where Dr. Kim can't tell.

- I bet it's a girl then.

You heard the bell ring from the distance.

- You better get going!

- Bye!

You were nervous... Extremely nervous.

You waddled your way to your first class and already saw the judging glares you received. You were wearing stretchy leggings that comfortably fit around your bump and Junkook's most oversized hoodie. That still wasn't quite enough to hide the changes in your body. You were even holding your notebooks in front of your belly.

What's the point? They already know anyway...

Eventually, you made your way to the door of the classroom and took a deep breath before you opened it. You were alone in this class. No Jimins, no Taes, and definitely no Jungkooks...

I'm so, so scared!

- Look who decided to show up!

You got startled and jumped back slightly at the cold, sarcastic voice. You looked around the room and realized the voice didn't come from a professor. Mr. Han-gyeol was late, as usual...

- Come, take a seat if you can!

What do they mean by that?

You slowly approached your usual desk. You observed your chair carefully, expecting it to be either broken on smeared with glue. But nothing...

As you attempted to sit down, you realized the desks in front and behind yours were pushed so close to you, that there was no chance you could fit between the desk and your chair.

You gulped and everyone burst into laughter.

- Guys, look! She can't fit! - someone shouted. - The “skinny actress” is too fat to fit in her seat!!!

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...

Not here...

You looked down, fighting with tears.

- C-can someone p-please help m-me make some space? - you asked in a low voice.

No one paid attention to your request.

Except...

- I'll help!

Ana... thank you!

Ana was the biggest nerd in your class - as the others called her. She was shy and quiet, but very smart and kind-hearted.

- I'll do it, okay? Don't lift. - she told you.

- What? She's disabled now? - the bullies asked, still laughing.

You didn't say anything, just thanked Ana for her generousness and took your seat.

To your relief, Mr. Han-gyeol entered, which meant there weren't any more mean comments toward you.

All your classes went by like that... almost. Literature was a bliss. Not Just because it was your favorite subject.

You sat in your seat followed by Jungkook, who reserved the seat right next to you behind the desk. Not long after that Jimin and Jungkook showed up too. The four of you made a well-thought-out little formation in your seats with Jungkook and Taehyung sitting on either side of you and Jimin right behind you, so Jihoon couldn’t put gum in your hair like he did a month ago.

Back then, exactly before the winter break, nobody knew about your pregnancy. You hid it well. But when you accidentally dropped your sonogram picture on the floor with Jihoon sitting behind you, and you struggled to bend down to pick it up, he put two and two together.

- Is this yours? - he laughed.

- Give it back, please!

- Wait a sec...

With that, he ripped the picture in half right in the middle.

It’s fine, it’s fine... Jungkook has a copy of that... - I kept calming myself.

- Hello fuckface!

- Hi to you too Tae...

- Wow, Y/n you are never so calm with me! - Jungkook protested.

- Baby daddies get what they deserve. - Jimin said.

- Good for me... - your boyfriend rolled your eyes and you giggled.

The teacher entered the room and started his speech. It was boring... as usual. Your bladder was filling rapidly despite the lack of fluids that entered your body. Your doctor wouldn’t be happy.

15 more minutes... you have to bare that much!

- Mrs. Jung, can I use the restroom? - that’s for that.

The old woman looked you up and down with a judgemental stare.

- Go ahead...

- Thank you.

You got up with minor difficulties and headed to the bathroom. You got into one of the cramped cabins. You struggled to even turn, that’s how tiny it was. Well... maybe it was the very evident bump that grew on your front.

You pulled down your pants and underwear. That’s when you spotted...

Fuck!

Oh no no no no!!!

Blood.

Luckily not a lot of it and it was only on the sanitary pad, but bleeding was never good during pregnancy. Actually, you were aware that a little amount of bleeding in the third trimester was okay, but it still scared you. Especially with your risk of going into early labor. And...

Shit!

You didn’t have your phone on you.

You finished your business, cleaned off your pad with some toilet paper, and exited the restroom.

As you entered the classroom all eyes were on you, but you were used to it. You slowly took your place between the boys and seamlessly whispered into Jungkook’s ear:

- There’s some blood on my pad.

He looked at you with eyes full of fear and looked into yours, then down to your stomach and back to your eyes again.

- Are you in pain?

- Just light cramping but I think that was because of them moving around.

Taehyung and Jimin caught up to your back-and-forth whisper session and you could sense how tense they had become.

- I read light bleeding is normal at this stage. - you tried to calm him despite your worried state.

- I don’t care, Y/n! We’re going to the hospital.

- Kids, shut up for these remaining 8 minutes for God’s sake! - Mrs. Jung scolded.

- Actually, Mrs. Jung, Y/n isn’t feeling good. Can you please excuse us?

- You and your excuses... - but in the end, she nodded.

You packed your stuff, promised the boys to update them later, and headed to the door with Jungkook right behind you carrying both of your bags and with one of his hands on the small of your back.

Before exiting the teacher muttered something, clearly addressed to you:

- Should’ve kept your legs closed...

You were fighting tears as you walked down the corridor.

Meanwhile, Jungkook’s anxiety rose and he struggled to keep his breathing under control. You felt a similar rush of emotions in you.

Firstly hurt, because of all the bullying from both students and teachers, and secondly worry. Worry for your child’s safety. Minor cramps were forming in your back and lower stomach which didn’t ease your concerns.

- Sit down and stay here while I get the car. - Jungkook instructed you since he parked far from the entrance.

You did just as he told you.

It only took him a couple of minutes to get there. He got out of the vehicle, guided you to the passenger seat's door, and gently lowered you down on it. Before you were completely sat on the soft material you glanced at him and asked:

- Shouldn't we put something under me so I don't stain the seat?

- You said it wasn't that much...

- Just in case? - your voice cracked.

- Shhh... - he kissed the top of your head and lowered you to sit. - Don't worry about that.

He was so good at calming you, but not himself. His trembling hands were something you couldn’t miss as he gripped the steering wheel.

- Owww... - you whimpered as the cramps became more intense and moved from your back to the bottom of your belly.

This wasn’t good... Not one bit. You read on the internet labor can start with subtle pain in the back or thighs as the contractions began, not necessarily in your stomach.

But that can’t be! You were only 30 weeks pregnant. You knew the risk of this happening, but for it to be this early? You have never imagined.

- W-we’re a-almost there! - Jungkook tried calming you.

But it wasn’t working anymore.

- It hurts, Kookie! - tears streamed down your cheeks.

- I know b-baby! You’re g-gonna be okay. Both o-of you.

Barely 6 months ago you were terrified. You weren’t happy about this baby. You wished it never existed. But now... now you were praying she would survive and be with you until the last breath you take. You grew so attached to their little movements behind the thin layer of skin that kept her separated from this cruel world.

My little baby

The last thing you saw was your love’s panicked expression, his delicate features as they held signs of fear.

And then everything went black.

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A/n: So... here is chapter 3! I know it took a looooot of time and I’m so sorry. I kind of got lazy so it’s not that I don’t have time (which I don’t but that isn’t the main factor that kept me from writing) it’s simply the will and motivation I’m lacking :(

But recently so many of you liked, reposted, and recommended my stories and that gave me wings!

So thank you to everyone who has supported me!

Ps.: I haven’t reread it to check for mistakes so I’m sorry about that. I just really wanted to get this out ASAP! <3 <3 <3

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bbseungiee · 2 years

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abo jikook smut drabble 🔞 Jeongguk has his hands full trying to keep his pregnant mate happy, but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

or: Jimin demands Jeongguk bring him what he’s craving, he’s carrying their pup after all- but sometimes, he wants a little more.

Jeongguk loves his mate, he really does. He loves joining him in bed, tangling their legs together, stroking the soft swell of his belly, feeling their pup kick. He wanted nothing more than to spend all his time surrounded by Jimin’s sweet vanilla scent, listening to his little rambles and squeaky giggles. The pregnancy had him absolutely whipped for his mate, turning him into a knot-headed alpha eager to please.

What he didn’t love, however, was that Jimin’s cravings had intensified around the 19th week, before absolutely exploding in the 20th week. He’s been sent off to obscure food stalls and restaurants at all hours, forced to bring his mate exactly what he wanted or he’d have a crying, emotional omega on his hands.

He wouldn’t trade it for anything else, even if he was losing sleep and hair over the ordeal.

The way Jimin’s eyes would light up in happiness and pure joy was the only thing that brought him satisfaction right now, knowing that he was supporting his mate and making the pregnancy easier on him. That and all the massages he’d given Jimin over the past few days, kneading out the knots and tension.

Opening the front door to their apartment, he lets it slam shut behind him, calling out to Jimin, “baby, where are you? I got what you wanted!”

There’s a happy squeal before he hears the patter of socked feet. His eyes rake over Jimin’s exposed stomach, his sweater pulled up and over his bump without him noticing, too occupied with holding a hand on his soft skin.

“You got my tteokbokki?” Jimin’s smiling, all teeth and there’s a pink flush to his face. He comes closer, holding out in his hands. “Extra spicy?”

“Not spicy,” Jeongguk retorts, unable to help the smile spreading across his own face at he looks at Jimin. “You know it hurts your throat.”

Jimin’s smile drops, turning into a disappointed little pout that has Jeongguk regretting all of his life decisions. Plus the fact that he didn’t pick the extra-spicy option. Oh, also that it was 3 in the morning and the only open stall had been miles away.

“B-but-”

“I’ll feed you,” Jeongguk interrupts, holding up the bag and shaking it. “Will that make you happy?”

It does make Jimin happy.

The omega curls up to his side, both of them resting on the couch as Jeongguk holds up pieces of the rice cakes to his mouth, cooing at him and saying, ‘aaaaah’. He watches as Jimin chews, eyes creased into crescent moons, hair falling over his forehead as he bobs his head around in excitement.

“How’s the pup?” He asks, softly, other hand reaching for the bump, large hand rubbing circles into the skin.

“Pup’s okay,” Jimin replies between mouthfuls, placing a hand over Jeongguk’s, his vanilla scent strong and heavy. “Keeps kickin’ though, I just wanna sleep.”

Jeongguk laughs softly, pressing more tteokbokki against his plush lips. “I’ll tell pup off, yeah? No hurting mama.”

♡

Jeongguk looks down at the plate of cookies that Jimin had refused, glaring at the baked treats, wishing they would disappear. They made Jimin cry.

He’d presented them to Jimin, having baked them himself even! He’d done so well. Or so he’d thought. Until Jimin had started crying and saying: “There’s cinnamon! I don’t want it!”

And then he’d collapsed back into bed, snuffling at the pillows and their combined scent of… vanilla and cinnamon.

Jeongguk wanted to bash his head against the kitchen wall and scream.

♡

The pregnant omega was obsessed with lollies, opening bags upon bags of the sweet snacks and shoving them into his awaiting mouth. All Jeongguk could think about was the incoming dentist visit.

But still, he smiles and provides packets of lollies for the omega to munch on while curled up in his nest, cooing at his belly and sometimes tentatively offering Jeongguk a candy or two.

His cravings were ever-changing and Jeongguk was having a hard time keeping up with them. Jimin had hissed at him the other day, when he’d offered to get him some pizza. Jeongguk couldn’t believe he was hissed at by his own mate, over fucking pizza.

“Do you want anything else?” He asks, nervously, as he hands Jimin another packet of sweets, worried that the omega was about to start crying and claim he wanted something else instead.

A sigh of relief was welcomed when Jimin took it from him, chirping out a happy thank you and instantly digging into the lollies.

He offers one to Jeongguk, who declines for the sake of his teeth.

♡

The mated pair were rolling around on the couch together, snuggling up and settling down to watch a movie, on Jimin’s request.

Jeongguk rests a hand on Jimin’s belly, still in disbelief that the pup was real and they would be meeting them soon. They’d always wanted a family, and now it was actually happening.

“Alpha,” Jimin mumbles, shoving his face into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck.

Jeongguk freezes. If it was a craving, he was going to start crying. All he wanted to do was relax with his mate and maybe kiss him stupid.

“Yes, baby?” He replies, trying to make his smile not look like a grimace.

Jimin’s grinning coyly up at him, eyes half-lidded as he shifts around on the couch slightly, exposing more of his belly and soft skin. He reaches down to stroke his fingers against the swell.

“I want something,” he begins, fluttering his eyelashes.

“And that something is?”

Jimin suddenly sits up, well, as fast as he can with his belly, and swats at Jeongguk to sit up straight. The alpha complies, naturally, and is pleasantly confused as he watches Jimin shift around so that he’s kneeling next to him.

“Your dick, duh,” Jimin says, as if it were simple.

Jeongguk really was going to cry.

But he’d never pass down the chance to have his mate’s pillow-like lips on him, all spit slick and shiny. His small, pink tongue licking up his length, before taking the head into his mouth and drooling all over his cock.

He spreads his legs wide, pushing down his grey sweatpants and grinning at Jimin. His cinnamon scent was heavy in the air, tinged with arousal and need. Jeongguk nods towards his cock, the thick length beginning to harden.

“Come oh then baby, work for it, yeah?”

Jimin gently holds onto Jeongguk’s knees as he makes to slide off the couch, slowly and cautiously due to his belly. The omega kneels in front of Jeongguk, holding onto his thighs as he stares intently at his cock.

He leans forward, belly brushing the couch as he licks at his own lips, before sticking out his tongue and running it up his length. It’s red and swollen, heavy against his mouth and hardening as he alternates between sucking at the top, digging his tongue into the slit and covering the width of it with spit.

Jeongguk groans above him, breathless and gasping as he watches his mate practically worship his cock.

“Good boy,” he croons, resting a hand against the side of Jimin’s face, smiling down at him, eyebrows furrowed.

Jimin whimpers around the length as he sinks his mouth down, taking as much in as he can, nose brushing the neat pubic hair.

His vanilla scent screams happy, aroused omega and Jeongguk wasn’t sure he was going to last very long, not with the way Jimin begins moaning as he snakes a hand into his little yellow shorts, wrapping his fingers around his tiny omegan cock.

Fucking Jimin was always an otherworldly experience, the omega able to pleasure him so perfectly, knowing his sensitive spots and what makes him tick.

The omega continues to suck his length, hollowing his cheeks and sliding his slick lips up, and down.up, and down. He thumbs at the head of his cocklet, using his precum to ease the glide, moaning, the vibrations going right into Jeongguk’s stomach.

The omega didn’t last long, of course, and he pulled off the cock with a gasping moan, loud and wanton, spilling over into his own palm. He stares up at Jeongguk, all wide-eyed and pleading.

“F-fuck, baby,” Jeongguk hisses, hips jerking up, Jimin whining as he’s jostled. “So close, please.”

Jimin licks his lips again before suckling at the tip of his cock, as if trying to milk him, eager for cum.

Jeongguk pushes his hips upwards, jerking his cock further into Jimin’s mouth and the omega gags around him. Groaning, he holds tighter onto Jimin’s face, thumb caressing his temple. “That’s it, baby, alpha’s so proud- ah- gonna c-come.”

Jimin uses his cum-covered hand, the omegan fluid clear and sticky, to paw at the base of Jeongguk’s cock, trying to coax the alpha to hurry up and cum in his mouth.

With a deep grunt, and a firm grip on his face and hair, Jeongguk thrusts his hips upwards once more. He spills into Jimin’s mouth, his mate eagerly swallowing the salty fluid. He leans back, watching it roll down the length, before flattening his tongue and licking it up, cleaning his cock.

He looks back at Jeongguk, a satisfied flint in his eyes as he opens his mouth and lolls out his tongue, showing his mate he swallowed it all.

“Thank you alpha,” he purrs, licking at the hand covered in a mix of his and Jeongguk’s cum.

Jeongguk loves his mate, he really does, even if he had been a handful with the pup.

He drags Jimin back onto the couch, placing him on his lap and pulling their pants back into place so they can cuddle and lavish each other in attention.

Jimin nuzzles into his neck, tongue poking out to swipe at his mating mark and scent gland.

“You’re welcome,” the alpha finally says.

“Can I have ice cream now?”

#bts ao3 #bts au #bts fanfic #jikook #jikook au #jikook fanfic #jikook fic #bts drabble #jikook drabble #jikook smut #jimin smut #jungkook smut #kookmin au #kookmin fanfic #kookmin smut #kookmin drabble #bts smut

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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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Relationship, Vibe & Various

Petra Rall

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Listen, this might be my clearly neuro-divergent brain talking, but Petra is one of those people who are so... normal. Know what I mean? She has her shit together, she has no baggage, no issues, and no internal problems. She just manages to exist and get shit done without a problem.

She's emotionally intelligent, she doesn't have a bad temper, knows how to regulate herself and well... for us stranger folk and as a character for a show that has so much angst, she's just normal. Can't really expand more upon it so I hope you know what I mean.

Ideal Dates

Petra is brimming with feminine energy and likes all things soft, sweet and fluffy. Flattery, although shy about it, will work wonders. Not that she's ego-driven because she's not, she's just a sucker for being romanced by the right person.

So flowers, stuffed animal toys, win her something at a fairground, take her to a play, dinner, a romantic walk in the park, horse riding... anything of the sort and her honey eyes will sparkle.

Has a slight sweet tooth, likes treats from the bakery and the odd candy lolly-pop but since she's so well disciplined she never overindulges.

Stargazing, and what are those things called, my mind is running blank right now... "google, what are those buildings called where you watch stars on projections?" .... Planetarium. I hate when that happens. But yeah, she adores anything like that.

NSFW

Is not one to give up her body until a bond of trust is there. She's pretty conservative with being physical so it's not high up on her priority list in life. She's happy enough without the need to get laid.

To be honest, she would wait until after marriage in canon. Modern AU not so much unless she's raised in a religious household but just don't expect casual sex off her as a lover until you're super serious either way.

Worth the wait though, 100%. She's a bit of a pillow princess, not because she's selfish or lazy but because she's inexperienced. Teach her, guide her. And break her heart and I'll break your neck. 'Kay?

Traditional. Wants a big family. Doesn't really believe in contraception so she will just keep pumping out children. Hope you're prepared for this.

She secretly loves it when you dominate her, softly though. Order her around with plenty of praise and she'll turn into a blushing mess with legs like jelly.

Modern AU

I can see Petra being a teacher and working her way up to principal of a primary school. (For others in the world, Kindergarten and up to about 10 or 11 years old)

Probably comes from a traditional, maybe even old-fashioned background as mentioned above. You will have to impress her family and ask their permission to marry their daughter.

Or I can also see her being some kind of councillor for mental health or marriage or relationships/trauma. She's patient, kind, strong and empathetic.

Has a large group of women friends, probably like a book club or something, maybe even a baking thing. Heavily involved in the community, running events and raising awareness for certain issues.

Kinks

As she is so inexperienced and shy, praising her heavily will push her to high levels of adoration for you. Make her feel special. Make her feel treasured. Because if you've gotten to this point with her, she should be to you anyway.

Further into the marriage, to keep things spicy she starts developing a taste for spanking. She loves it when you bend her over your knee and whack a palm off her beautiful ass.

Pregnancy kink. She loves the idea of you pumping her so full of love, full of your seed. You're her man / woman. Breed her. (Or pretend to)

100% she's a soft bottom.

Aftercare

Don't expect any really as in her traditional mind you should be taking care of her.

She caters and takes care of you every single day with meals, chores, cleaning etc. So this is the time you can return the favour with massages, food etc.

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 7 months

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Spoiler alert for all of season 5 of BBC Ghosts and the first three episodes of season 2 of Our Flag Means Death.

I really enjoyed season 5 of Ghosts. More than I expected to, I think, because I’d thought it might be running out of steam. I didn’t find season 4 quite as good as the first three, I figured there’s maybe not enough in the premise to sustain it for all that long. But season 5 left me wishing it would keep going, there’s plenty more they could do.

I am glad we’ll have a Christmas special, as they left a lot of loose ends. Arguably too many loose ends for a season finale. They could probably have solved that by cutting the quite unnecessary “Pat and Robin fight over a weather presenter” B plot from the finale, and spending the whole episode on the main story. But that was probably the only storyline in the season that I didn’t enjoy. Even the baby storyline, which I anticipated annoying me ever since I realized last week that they’d inevitably do a pregnancy in the final season, was done nicely, I thought.

Aside from the baby thing, I like that they did avoid a few of the seeming inevitabilities. There is such a well-recognized formula to this sort of feel-good sitcom, and everyone is so familiar with it, that there were few things they could have done without being incredibly predictable. Everyone’s been assuming it would end with all or at least most, or at least a few, of the ghosts disappearing. So I found it funny that instead of doing that, they dedicated the second-last episode to parodying the fans’ certainty that it would happen, and then subverting the expectations. It was just enough of an affectionate jab at the audience and their expectations to be funny, not so much as to compromise the warm and nice tone of the show.

The characters are all really well drawn for a show with such short seasons, I thought. And I did like the closure we got on Kitty and the Captain in the last season. I mean, I’m disappointed that my theory didn’t come to pass, that it’ll turn out his name is Captain Ben Willbond (I would also have accepted Captain Adam Kenyon). But Regular Ben Willbond did a hell of a job in that dramatic scene. And Lolly Adefope did a hell of a job in hers. They all did, really. It’s just a really, really nice show. I’m glad Tumblr obsession with it got strong enough a couple of years ago for me to watch it. And definitely looking forward to the Christmas special, and hoping we get a bit of a time skip/epilogue that’ll tie up all the loose threads.

And on the other show that dropped a new season this week – the first couple of episodes had me rather disappointed that Our Flag Means Death seems to have given up on being a comedy altogether to be a drama, even if it’s a reasonably entertaining drama. But the third episode felt more like the first season, which was good. I didn’t absolutely love the first season as much as some did, but I did quite like it. It was low on female characters though (I mean, it’s a show about old-timey pirates, I’m not saying I blame the writers/creators for making it male-dominated, I’m just saying I’d probably have enjoyed it more if there had been more scenes for Leslie Jones and Claudia O’Doherty because they were both great characters), so it’s nice that season 2 seems to be quickly solving that. I like a lot of the new people. I’m not quite sure how much more the main two guys have to do from here, so I like that they’re bringing in other stuff.

#bbc ghosts spoilers #ofmd spoilers

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steen-to-be-a-marathoner · 2 years

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Sooo I wanted to do an update for u, and I've tried for weeks to post a photo of our gender reveal and it never works. But of course a random screenshot of a WIR will post haha

But..

We have known since 11 weeks and kept it as a secrwt until the 20 week scan. I'm now 23w4d weeks and our little babe, Fro, is a BOY!!! I have always dreamed of having 2 little boys so I am very excited. He is very active, sour lollies make him go crazy, Joel gets to see and feel the movements, snd our heart is just soooo full of love for this little one we haven't even met yet ❤️

Pregnancy is finally getting easier now, it's been a week since I vomited and I'm feeling better. I feel so so blessed to be pregnant and experiencing this. I'm having issues with my foot and sleeping only 3 hours a night, its very very fustrating, but once we are covid free again I'll go to the podiatrist and get it looked at. We had to cancel our follow up anatomy scan, podiatrist and my chiro, and I miss my best friends baby shower but oh well, that's the covid life huh.

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romildaxo · 6 months

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. ✧ . * . ⌜ paulina singer, twenty-two, cisfemale, she/her / best they ever had by rozes + immediately checking your horoscope in the latest copy of witch weekly (as well as that of your crush), an unwavering commitment to a glass of red paired with scratches in your diary, & a gnawing, childhood need, to fill that empty space at the dinner table no matter how good the meal.⌟ hey, have you met ROMILDA VANE yet? they’re a FOURTH YEAR at hogwarts and are a GRYFFINDOR. makes sense given they tend to be a bit PASSIONATE and IMPULSIVE. it seems the death of the boy who lived has placed them on the LIGHT side of the looming war. let’s just hope they make it out alive.

tw: absent parent, unwanted pregnancy, drug mention, death mention

full name: romilda yemima vane

date of birth: march 1st

star sign: pisces

place of birth: whitechapel, london

family: reuben katz (father), addah vane (mother)

sexual orientation: tragically heterosexual

religion: jewish, mostly non-practicing

tattoos: none yet

style: skirts with a hem or slit high enough to test dress codes, cropped white tank tops in various styles, sweaters/jackets with faux fur on the collar and sleeves, gold jewelry, necklaces stacked one on top of the other, jumpers stolen from exes and hookups worn as 'dresses', chunky boots, light wash denim, button ups knotted up and worn off shoulder, two go-to baguette style bags (one black, one faux dragonhide)

immediately checking your horoscope in the latest copy of witch weekly (as well as that of your crush), unwrapping a strawberry flavored lolly in the middle of class, the lingering smug of makeup on the bathroom counter, openly reading a spicy romance novel in public, an unwavering commitment to a glass of red paired with scratches in your diary, manicured fingers rolling a fresh joint, a ever-present letter exchange with mum, dark curls hiding the bitter sting of rejection, multiple candles burning at once, setting your sights on someone far across the room, a lacy red bra abandoned on the floor, a mild attraction set ablaze with a bottle of firewhiskey, flirting as a form of 'self-care', & a gnawing, childhood need, to fill that empty space at the dinner table no matter how good the meal.

reuben and addah— and thus romilda— were the effect of a holiday party, when liquor had been flowing and inhibitions were lowered in the sake of 'togetherness'. two young adults that made a one-night stand last a long weekend. it was meant to be a fling, a one off, a nice story to tell their friends... and it had been up until weeks later. addah was pregnant: both muggle and magic tests confirmed it. and reuben didn't want to be a part of any of it.

and so addah did it alone, no parents around to help. it was why, when the baby girl had been born, she'd received her mother's surname becoming romilda vane. as a result, the two were thick as thieves, still are.

romilda has maybe seen her father all of four times. the first time was when she was twelve, when she'd asked if she could meet him just so she could know— yes, her mom could and did answer questions but truthfully even she didn't really know him; and romilda had just wanted some sense of understanding, some semblance of his essence to go off of. two times, it'd just been a spotting across the street. the fourth, she'd heard about his wedding and despite lack of an invite romilda went to the reception but sat towards the back. it was an act done out of curiosity, one that'd led her to see with her own eyes him with not just a new wife but a kid on the way.

meanwhile, the worst thing she had to deal with with her mother was her boyfriends. and, no, it wasn't some long string of losers. the losers were there but they were in and out with no more than a few days stay. addah actually had great taste in men, wonderful guys that treated romilda nice, that bought flowers, and noticed when you got your hair cut. but addah had gone and made a habit of breaking things before they could break her. and so steady was a feeling that only lasted so long.

maybe it was everything with her parents, her mom that had sent romilda practically flying towards romance novels and muggle romantic comedies. it was an interest that festered and built, that led to poetry and, well... spicier reads and watches. nowadays, romilda will have at least three books on her nightstand and one non-textbook in her school bag at all times.

since stepping foot on hogwarts' soil, romilda has quickly earned a reputation as a flirt, a romantic, and a 'crazy bitch'. to those latter-leaning people she'd claim they either didn't know her or clearly did her wrong. yes, she will be the type to scan any room and spend the time looking at each and every face. yes, she might like one more than the rest and zero in. does zeroing in entail asking them and/or their friends questions? maybe. but that's doing research, babe. any use of love potions are neither confirmed nor denied.

while romilda actively ends most of her nights with some red wine and writing in her journal, that's not necessary still her drink of choice on a 'night out'. sometimes it's red, other times it's a shot of whiskey (a habit taken up initially as a means to feel like 'the cool girl'). aside from drinking, romilda also partakes in smoking— absolutely not cigarettes but more than a good bit of cannabis. what can she say? this gryffindor likes green.

religiously a witch weekly girlie. she will be late to class if its necessary to finish an article. and while romilda is pretty good about reading it cover to cover, she makes an exception to check out the horoscopes first. she hasn't prioritized giving astrology the deep dive so she understands all the suns and moons and rising stuff, but she trusts it implicitly.

has sent more than her fair share of drunk owls.

one of her favorite past times is sneaking into the prefects baths. lavender has been her favorite scent as of late.

can admittedly be a judgmental bitch, casting people into categories or tiers (depending) upon initial thoughts. thankfully she's not very stubborn and changes her mind when proven wrong fairly easily. the trouble is when proven right.

if you've hooked up, no, she will not give you your jumper back.

romilda was shocked by harry's death, going still and speechless in the stands. it didn't feel real. no, it'd felt more like she'd read a dramatic chapter of one of her books and she was waiting for the page to turn or the chapter to end and for it be resolved. it hadn't. and though she didn't know harry that well, she had developed a crush on the boy who lived over these last few years. in ways she'd imagined him this knight in shining armor. she'd imagined plenty of things, just never this, and so even as time has passed there's this empty spot in her, this uncertainty, this naivety that still wants to cling to the idea that they'd gotten the story wrong.

... still figuring out more, as she's a new muse. any gaps/questions, feel free to ask!!

general connection ideas: best friends, friends, ex-friends, pseudo siblings, childhood/family friends, classmates, library friends/run-ins, flirtationship, fellow romance novel lovers (maybe a book club?), exes, fwb, one night stand, one-sided crush, old crush?, enemy, annoyance, drinking buddy, bad influence, stoner friends, extended fam… others that i cannot think of

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