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baldursgate3tempobsessed · 6 months

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K follow me Astarion just sees tav like loving on children wherever they go and hes like?????

And tavs like ive always wanted my own child but i didn't wabt to ask you with every

This sends poor starion into a crisis does he was children how many

I think I have followed you. Let's see!

So for this one we got a lil time jump, ambiguous and vague setting and timelines with game spoilers present. M/F pairing because that is my go to and pregnancy is mentioned. Vampiric pregnancy also so there is some weirdness there (i made it up no idea if it's dnd accurate). Vague Tav backstory of a wonderful mother and going off to become a cleric.

Astarion was well used to your antics by this point. You had a severe lack of instincts linked to self-preservation, which led to a consistent pattern of doing, frankly, stupid shit. Stupid, but kind. Nothing that Astarion hadn't adapted to, after nearly two years of being attached at the hip you became pretty attuned to your lover's personality.

He could even go as far as to say that he had grown to love your annoying predilection for pious morality. Perhaps he loved talking you out of certain virtuous dangers more, but still. He appreciated who you were, he adored who you were. But Astarion was no saint, despite his insistence on attaching himself to one.

Which is exactly why he was far from amused when you signed him up to babysit a couple of brats. All for acquittances he barely cared about.

But you at least had the good grace to look guilty, "I didn't mean to! But she looked so tired and she said their anniversary was coming up and it's not like we got anything for their wedding-"

That was a nice try, one that Astarion wasn't falling for, "We didn't know of their existence when they got married darling. Just because I can't remember their names doesn't mean you can trick me."

"I'm not trying to trick you!" You whined, arms crossed as you pouted. It sure felt like a trick, especially when Astarion knew that you were well-aware how easily he fell for your sulking. Adorable little monster that you were, "It's only three kids and a baby for one night, it won't be that bad! You don't even have to help-"

Astarion rolled his eyes as he sat next to you on the bed, "I didn't say I wouldn't help."

That seemed to do the trick to get the pout off of your face. You perked up immediately, looking at him like you couldn't quite believe it, "Really?"

"Yes, really," Astarion sighed as you tugged you closer. Sure he liked to bitch, but he really would do anything for you. Even extremely annoying things like this, "I'm not going to sit back and feed you to the wolves."

"They're not wolves! The oldest is barely five," You laughed as you let him manhandle you, settling you into his lap, "And I am sorry, I really wasn't thinking. I promise it won't happen again."

Astarion doubted that, not when he was well-versed of your weak spot for children. No matter where you went you couldn't help but fawn over them, not to mention the insane lengths you would go to keep any child safe. It was a complete and utter blind spot, your kindness extending to them all, even the little scam artists and hellions.

It was sweet, if not extremely worrying at first. Astarion had been terrified of you finding out his past. The things that he had been forced to do, the innocents whose lives he had destroyed. But not only did you find out, you were forced to see it. Both of you were, and it had been worse than anything Astarion could have imagined. He had always found a slight comfort knowing that those he captured would at least die quickly, that at the very least they wouldn't suffer the same agonizing fate as he, just an agonizing death. But no, even that small comfort had been a lie. The horror of finding them all down there has yet to be matched. He had never felt more self-loathing, more pure disgust than the moment he had found those children, tortured and pale, all because of him.

How you didn't see him for the wretched thing he was after all that, Astarion wasn't sure. But he was grateful. You were too good for him. A fact that he was devastatingly aware of, but that wasn't going to stop him from keeping you.

He still thinks about it on occasion, despite the fact that he had done all he could to right his wrongs. They all at least had a chance now to have a life worth living, Astarion could only hope that it would be used. Their future was out of his hands now, a small comfort.

But despite his complicated feelings towards children, he was more than capable of handling them for one evening. And in all honesty, he truly didn't have to do much. He was on self-mandated baby duty, because of course you had to help out the infant that would scream bloody murder unless it was being held. Keeping her tucked against him was a move of self-preservation, if he ever wanted to retain his hearing.

Most of the night was spent amused as he watched you entertain a gaggle of toddlers. You were so... creative with the ways you could defuse their antics. It came to you so naturally, nearly like you were a born mother yourself. It wasn't exactly surprising that you were fantastic with children, he had seen it time and time again. Arabella, Mol, Yenna, all of which still wrote you letters, visited occasionally. Staying forever attached, even from a distance.

Now that Astarion thought about it, it was odd that you weren't a mother. Odder still that you hadn't never even brought up the possibility of having children together. You were usually so open with your wants and always encouraging the same from him. Just one more thing he loved about you. But... why hadn't it been mentioned? Astarion had always assumed it was because you didn't truly want any of your own, that you enjoyed their fun innocence while avoiding the more laborious responsibility of raising them.

Though watching you take care of them all, changing diapers and negotiating silly arguments with a soft smile of your face had him rethinking his assumption.

"You're good with them," Astarion said eventually after you had successfully set the older three down for the night, the baby still stubbornly clinging to him, "I don't think there's a child we've met that doesn't adore you."

You laughed quietly, walking over to kiss him softly on the cheek. Your eyes wandered to the sleeping infant in his arms, still holding a piece of his shirt in it's little fist, "You don't seem to be too bad with them either."

"Newborns don't know any better," Astarion dismissed as he tried to put her down in their borrowed crib. Tried and failed, considering how the thing immediately started to whine the second he attempted to pry it's little hand away.

Oh for fuck's sake. Astarion wasn't even going to try and argue. Instead he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall into the crib with her, seemingly doing the trick of stopping her from waking completely.

When he turned back you were staring at him with soft eyes, looking lovestruck at the simple act of him laying a child down, "Looks like she has pretty good taste to me."

"I don't think your judgment should be trusted," Astarion huffed as he walked over to you, grabbing your hand to drag you to the bedroom. He glanced back at you, his heart nearly skipping a beat from the sweet way you kept looking at him. It had his mind wandering again, those questions still nagging him.

Questions that he didn't have the courage to ask until dead of night, when he had you half asleep against his bare chest, "Have you ever thought of having children?"

He hadn't meant to blurt that out in the middle of the night, but Astarion apparently had a knack for starting important conversations at inconvenient times. Not that you minded.

You just cuddled into him closer, nodding against him with a sigh, "I've always wanted my own children. My own mother, Gods bless her soul, made it all sound so magical. Pregnancy, the early years, puberty, all of it. She loved it all. And I guess it rubbed off on me. It used to be all I could think about, before real life got in the way."

Astarion listened, a little annoyed at himself for not putting the pieces together sooner. You had talked so lovingly about your late parents, how you always wanted to be like your mother. Of course you would want children. How had he not connected the dots?

"But then I went off to the temple," You continued, "I completed my training, went off into the world to do good, blah, blah, blah. You know the story."

"So you grew out of the idea?" Astarion asked.

"Not exactly," You admitted, sounding a little guilty, "But I would never ask that of you love, it's not something you have to worry about."

That-what?

Astarion stared down at you, brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"I mean I know that the topic of children is... difficult for you. Considering everything you've been through-"

"I think you mean to say everything I've inflicted on others," Astarion interrupted, unwilling to allow himself grace. Especially when it came to the children of the Gur, "It was much worse for them than me."

You nodded, knowing better than to try and fight him on that particular topic, "I understand, but my point is that I can live without them. You're all I need."

It was comforting to hear, an immediate balm to a brand new set of insecurities that Astarion hadn't been prepared for. But even so... he hated the idea of you sacrificing even more for him. It felt wrong, "But-"

"But nothing," You interrupted softly, setting a quick kiss to his mouth, I'm serious Astarion, you don't need to worry. I'm happy, I love you, and everything is fine."

"I love you too," Astarion murmured, at a loss to say anything else. But the conversation didn't end there.

Astarion couldn't stop thinking about it, even long after the temporary children were sent back home. ou seemed so... sure that he didn't want children, and a week ago he probably would have agreed. But that was back before he knew that he was actively keeping you away from something you wanted. Something you had dreamed about since you were a child. And it felt wrong to be the reason for that, so, so wrong.

He didn't even know if his true feelings on the matter were real. He didn't want children for many of the same reasons he never wanted a partner. The attachment to another was dangerous, he was beyond unequipped to deal with others, let alone care for them, and the entire ideology behind love was ripe for manipulation and heart break. But then he met you and everything changed. Suddenly, caring for another didn't feel like a weakness, it felt like the strongest aspect of his entire self. Taking care of you wasn't an unwanted duty, it was intimacy. Something that he now craved. If all of those steadfast ideals could fall apart simply through meeting you, whose to say he could even trust himself when it came the thoughts around having a child?

Would having one truly be so bad? A little piece of the two of you, alive in the world? And perhaps children were annoying but... Astarion would be lying if he said he didn't have a soft spot for them. He had kept his distance before, but now he was fully confident that he wasn't a danger, no with Cazador burned to nothing bus ash and his own bloodlust well controlled. And it's not as if he was incapable of being a father, worse men than him did it everyday.

It was a confusing place to be, this tightwire of indecisiveness. Confusing enough for him to start a bit of research. He was vaguely aware that it was possible for his kind to breed, but finding out the details was disheartening, to say the least. First he had to parse out the different horror stories of babes eating their way out of their mother's wombs with actual facts, which wasn't exactly pleasant. But the truth was that it was more than possible for the two of you to have child together. It had the potential to either be as noneventful as any pregnancy, with the cavate that the babe coming out looking slightly... dead wouldn't be a permanent state of being. Or it could be as risky as carrying a child could be, with pains and complications galore, even legitimate worries of internal bleeding from the wretched thing prematurely growing claws. Not to mention the occasional, intense blood lust that could occur, an experience that Astarion would prefer you didn't have to go to.

Looking into the reality of the choice didn't help as much as he had assumed it would. If anything it just made the whole situation more real. Even if he wasn't a vampiric spawn, childbirth was risky. Maybe not as risky for you considering how Astarion would move the heavens and hells to get you the best care possible, but still. The thought of you passing, leaving him alone with the child you wanted and would never see, would destroy him. Completely and utterly.

But then again... there was the magical alternative of everything working out just fine. The two of you were both beyond lucky in that regard, considering how you'd overcome mind flayer parasites and fought and won against a near god. It was more than possible that everything would be fine, that you would have a beautiful pregnancy that would end in an even more amazing child. Then two would become three, a family of his very own.

That... didn't sound too bad. Astarion was torn. On one hand, he was almost certain that he was willing to go through with it. Not just because he loved you and wanted you to be happy, though it was the main reason. But also because... he could be a part in making something good. A child that would never suffer the way he did, the way countless others had. One who would be loved, who would have the help they needed for their inevitable unholy hungers. Someone precious for the two of you to fret over, to adore and care for. He... wanted that. Or at least he would if you still did. Now if he could just figure out how to bring it up, maybe something could actually happen.

But luckily enough for him, you did the job for him. He had been pouring over another book dedicated to recording the births of Dhampirs in the area, only to be distracted by you loudly sighing behind him.

"What's wrong love?" Astarion asked, his eyes still scanning the page in front of him.

"Oh I don't know," You sighed, rounding the corner to sit on the edge of his desk, "I just can't help but wonder when you're going to explain why you've suddenly become obsessed with parenting books. And..."

You trailed off, ignoring his surprised expression to read the cover of what was in front of him, "'Vampiric and Mortal Love & The Spawn They Create'. It's not exactly your usual reading material."

Part of Astarion wanted to be surprised that you had already figured him out. He had at least been trying to hide things from you slightly, not that it mattered when you could read him like a book. And he supposed that blatantly reading things like this in front of you would eventually have an effect, even if he tried to obscure the titles.

But that didn't stop him from stuttering through a response, "Well-I, okay. I've just been thinking about options lately. Which you can't really do if you don't understand what they are. Hence the books."

You frowned at him, one leg crossed over the other, "Star, I already told you that you don't need to worry-"

"But I want to worry," Astarion interrupted, deciding that ripping the band-aid off would be the best course of action, "And if there is something I can be doing to make you happier than I should at least consider it."

"I'm not going to force you into this for that," You said softly, reaching out to twine his fingers against yours, "This isn't the kind of thing you do just for someone else."

Astarion was aware of that, there was an important truth to your words. But... "What if it wasn't just for you?"

You paused, your brow furrowed as you stared at him, "What do you mean?"

"I mean what if, and consider this purely hypothetical, what if I wanted one as well. What then?" It was as far from hypothetical as Astarion could get, but by the look on your face it didn't seemed like that needed to be clarified.

You swallowed, looking just shy of hopeful as you played with his hand, "I... well. I guess in that case we would have a lot to talk about."

That wasn't quite the answer he was looking for. He pressed on, "So if in theory, I did want one. Would... you still be interested in having one?"

With me?

He left that part unsaid as he waited for an answer, uncharacteristically nervous as you mulled it over. But you were smiling, bright and wide, giving his hand a little squeeze as you spoke, "I think that would be the only scenario where I would want it. If that's something you wanted."

"I think it is," Astarion answered honestly, done with being coy, "I don't know how, I... I'm not quite sure how I feel about you carrying something that could be dangerous. But... in general yes. I think I want this. I do want this. With you and only you. Whenever your ready."

The next part Astarion did see coming, his arms already open by the time you launched yourself at him. You straddled his lap, kissing every part of his face as you babbled, "We can wait! It doesn't need to be now but-I just-yes! Adoption, childbirth, I don't care. All I need is to have them with you. That's all I want."

"And that I can give," Astarion laughed, delighted at your reaction. He still had concerns, plenty of them in fact, but they were hard to consider when the woman he adored was so ecstatic.

He gripped your chin, chuckling at the whine you let out for him interrupting your onslaught of affection. You didn't have to wait long, not when he directed your mouth against his, kissing you deeply as a new wave of exciting, and slightly nauseating feelings worked through him.

He didn't know exactly what was going to happen in the future. He had no idea if he would be a good father, but he knew that he would try his damndest. He didn't know how the two of you would even procure a child, but he did no one thing.

With you by his side, it would work out. All of it, no matter how hard the road turned out to be. And that was all that mattered.

#astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #asks #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #spoilers #pregnancy mention #should i do a part 2 of this?#dhampir baby part two?#fun fact im actually so scared of pregnancy it sounds like hell to me #so pregnancy/child fics are very interesting to write #personally #i'm getting through these asks slowly but surely #nine more to go!

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writing-fanics · 8 months

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Pregnancy Scare

Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

.summary: ‘either it’s the dinner we had last night at the restaurant or im actually…’ y/n wakes up vomiting throughout the entire day and ontop of her period being late she and her boyfriend start to panic

cw: throwing up/ mentions of sex/ mentions of pregnancy/

a/n: havent seen the movie yet but will probs Saturday but this takes sometime before the movie also my first time writing a pregnancy scare story

Y/n is groaning in her sleep, with her arms wrapped around her stomach. Suddenly, she feels nauseated and experiences sharp pains. She smells the food cooking downstairs and feels her stomach grumbling. She quickly rushes to the bathroom and vomits into the toilet. She hunched over letting out the contents in her stomach, before groaning and flushing the toilet.

After vomiting, laughter was heard from the hallway. Jaime entered his girlfriend's room with coffee, thanking her mother for making breakfast. Once noticing she isn't in the bed he peeked, into the bathroom and saw her on the ground.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, worriedly and she looked at him for a moment her face pale. Before the urge to vomit arose again and she threw up in the toilet once again. "I guess not." He said, to himself. Placing the two mugs of coffee on the counter before kneeling down beside her and rubbing her back. As she threw up into the toilet.

She groaned as she reached towards the handle flushing the toilet. Then she leaned back against her boyfriend's chest, and he wrapped one arm around her, "That's one way to start the morning." She joked, and he looked down at her placing his hand on her forehead.

He planted a kiss on her forehead. "Maybe breakfast isn't the best thing right now," she mumbled, leaning into him. "Want me to bring you chicken broth and crackers?" he asked. She nodded.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, coming right up." He said, before picking her up bridal style and carrying her to her side of the bed. Placing her on the bed and tucking her in underneath the covers.

"I'd kiss you but I don't want to end up throwing up in your mouth." She said, and he looked at her with disgust. "Awe, you can kiss me later when your not all pukey." He said, and she chuckled. She watched, as he took the two mugs of coffee and left her room.

As she lay there in bed her mind started to wonder, about the possible reasons why she was sick. Stomach flu? Maybe but she doesn't have a fever nor does she feel warm. Food poisoning? Probably a few days ago they did go out to some sketchy restaurant. She could've sworn she saw a rat in the restaurant. Pregnant?

She laughed at the thought there was absolutely no way that she was pregnant. She and Jaime, haven't had sex in about a week so there's no possibility for her to be pregnant. Right? Well, her period is kinda late but that could be because of stress.

She wasn't ready to be a mother at all, and if she was to have kids it be while she was at least thirty. Not twenty-one, she bit her lip nervously and just then Jaime entered the room with a mug filled with chicken broth and a sleeve of saltine crackers. "You're supposed to be laying down, your mother's orders." He said, and she stared down at the ground.

"You alright?" He asked, closing the bedroom door behind her and walking towards her placing the food on her nightstand. He knelt down in front of her and took her hand, "Jaime, what if I'm pregnant?" she said, and he looked at her and she bit her lip.

"I'm not ready to be a mother." She said, nervously and started fidgeting with her fingers. Something Jaime noticed she always did whenever she was nervous. "Hey, it's going to be okay it's probably just a stomach bug or food poisoning," he said, and she looked at him.

He planted a kiss on the top of her forehead, "Um, any chance you can go buy some tests for me?" She asked, and he looked at her, "I just want to make sure." She said, and he looked at her for a bit before letting out a sigh. "Alright, I'll be right back," he said, and she smiled looking at him.

"I'll pay you back." She said, and he shook his head, "No need, I love you." He said, and she smiled planting a kiss on his cheek. "I love you too." She said and watched as he left the room.

She sat on her bedside and reached over to her nightstand grabbed the mug of chicken broth, and began to drink it slowly. "Please don't be pregnant." She mumbled, to herself nervously.

About half an hour later, Jaime returned with two pregnancy tests just to make sure. Along with some [favorite flowers] and candies. "Ah, baby." She said, wrapping her arms around him while kissing him on the cheek.

"Hey, no matter what we'll get through this," He said, and she smiled at him and looked down at the pregnancy test waiting for an answer.

the waiting game was grueling and it felt like hours, and after five minutes the results came back negative. The couple let out a sigh of relief as they stared at the pregnancy test. Jaime kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back, "If I ever end up actually getting your pregnant." he said, and she looked at him, "I'll be here for you." He said, and she smiled looking at him.

"I love you Jaime,"

"I love you too."

"I blame that sketchy resturant we ate at." She said, and he nodded his head in agreement, "That restaurant was sketchy." He said, kissing her on the lips again as she threw the test into the trash.

later that day

[Y/n] giggled, as Jaime and she sat on the couch and snuggled up to each other while watching a movie. "Well, today was an eventful day." She said, and he chuckled wrapping his arm around her, "Sure was." He said turning towards her before, kissing her on the lips.

"Y/n, why was there a pregnancy test in the trash can?" [M/n] asked, and the couple on the couch froze eyes widened as they stared at each other. [Y/n] slowly turned around and locked eyes with her mother, who held the pregnancy test in her hand and pointed at it.

"Ah, at least it's negative right Mrs. L/N?" Jaime said nervously, scratching the back of his neck as he two turned around. She craned her neck towards him and he pursed his lips and looked away.

[Y/n] chuckled nervously, "Ah, um well-I.." She started, and looked away, "I got nothing to say," She finished, and the mother pursed her lips before revealing another thing she found.

Jaime's and [Y/n]'s eyes widened in shock and horror, their mouths dropping. "I also found this care to explain?" [M/n] said, holding up a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and [Y/n] bit down on her lower lip.

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worldlxvlys · 3 months

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hear me out...

pregnancy scare with fwb nate?

texts w/ fwb! nate (part 7)

fwb! nate doe x sturniolo reader

warnings: pregnancy scare (she’s not actually pregnant), cursing

hope you like :)

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ladybugsimblr · 2 months

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Q: I don’t need the Bailey Kay Superstar Social Media Special. Maybe an assistant, so I don’t miss out on a dope opportunity because my inbox is flooded with enthusiastic butterflies. BK: Aht Aht! This is not about the Hive! This is about the thirsties slipping and sliding into your dms. My butterflies know how to act. Q: Oh really?! BK: Yes really.

Q: That’s funny because… let me see… here… Yeah I definitely got nudes from… wildbutterfly and a sexybfly4liiiife with four i’s. BK: So we’re keeping messages with nudes now, Quinton??? Q: Damn. The government?? Penny, help! Penny: You two are hilarious. This is quality entertainment. Maybe we should reconsider the reality show. BK&Q: NO!

BK: What’s with the face sir? Are we boring you? Khalil: I’m just wondering when we’re gonna talk about the elephant in the room. BK: ( Shit. How does he know?? ) Penny: Khalil, now is not the time. We’re celebrating. Q: No, get it off your chest because you’re definitely killing the vibe.

This was wordy so continue reading below…

Khalil: Look, I gave in with the residency decision, but I’m not rolling over on this retirement thing. I think it’s stupid and a huge fucking mistake. BK: Well damn. Khalil: I don’t get it B. You love this. Music is life. Performing is life. Your fans. All of it. Why would you stop now? BK: You’re right. I do love it. And music has been my life, but I’ve done it all. I’ve accomplished every one of my goals when it comes to being an entertainer. I’m ready to move on.

Khalil: This is crazy. You’re at the top of your game. Now is when you cement your legend status. All the greats are still recording and performing into their adult years, some even elders! BK: I hear you, but right now I just want to do things on my terms and time. I want to focus on my family. I want to help other artists make their dreams come true. Maybe even discover something else I love. Khalil: This industry moves fast. You know that. If you quit, there’s no guarantee you’ll get your spot back. Everyone will move on to the next hot thing. BK: I’m not worried about that. If I come back it will be out of love for the music. I don’t need to chase the fame and the top spot anymore.

Khalil: Did you forget about the 2 albums left on your contract? BK: No, I- Q: Are you really bringing up contracts right now?! Khalil: No one is listening to logic so yes I’m talking about legal obligations. Q: Clearly you didn't hear one thing she just said. You’re still only worried about what she can do for you.

Khalil: Q, stay in your lane. I don’t tell you how to do your job. Don’t tell me how to do mine. Q: Maybe you should think about something else other than the job. There is more to life. Khalil: Here you go with your speeches on family life. Focusing on the job got me, your wife and you the success you have now. You conveniently forget that. The family sim thing is for you. That’s great. But let me and B do what we do best and make sure we all stay winning. BK: It doesn’t have to be an either or situation. Both can be possible. Khalil: Retirement is not both. Retirement is quitting and that’s not the Global Superstar BK that I signed. It’s sounding like Bailey being influenced by Quinton.

Q: I don't like your tone. BK: Khalil, you’re about to cross a line and we really don’t have to go there. Khalil: I’m just being real because you two are not thinking straight. I swear you must be pregnant or something because that’s the only time you come at me with the home life work life balance shit. But even you two wouldn’t be that reckless.

*crickets*

Penny: Bailey… Khalil: Are you fucking kidding me?!

BK: We- Khalil: This is bullshit. I’m out. Penny: Khalil!

#that went well...#i know rebi is at the top of the list #but the line of sims unhappy with this pregnancy #will not be short #😩🥴#I’m scared this is just the beginning #bklegacy #bklgen2 #bailey kay #quinton #penny pizzazz #khalil russell

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ravencincaide · 3 months

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Your work has nothing on me

Summary: A fight on a stressed, hungry stomach can lead to snappy remarks which turn into something good; OR the time Chuuya forgot about your very important pre-planned date.

Pairing: fem!Reader x bf! Chuuya Nakahara

Inspired by Sweetober prompt: 17 Cooking/ Sharing food

Warnings: Cursing, yelling at each other, hurt and some sweet comfort.

Enjoy~

“Why are you all shuffling your feet like teenagers in front of their crush?”

You watched in mild amusement, mild surprise how the two dozen well trained and exceptionally tall men, dressed to the nine’s in suits and perfectly done hair, jumped at the sound of your voice. Their attention turned instantly towards you either in horror or murderous glare; some of them had their fingers raised to their lips as if to tell you to be quiet. Others had raised their hands on the hilt of their guns as if about to shoot you for the insolent act of startling them. In response you merely crooked an eyebrow at them; half challenging them to pull their gun out at you, and half in an amused curiosity at how normally stoic foot soldiers were acting like scaredy cats.

“ No! Really? Why are half a dozen mafia shuffling outside Chuuya’s office? IF you have missions you should be working- if you’re done then it’s just to hand in the report and go home.” you asked. When none of them replied you merely shrugged at them, readjusting your grip on the stack of take away bento boxes in your arms before moving past in the direction of the office door.

“ Miss I wouldn’t—” One of the men started only to be cut off by a loud bang coming from behind the closed door- a silent warning? Chuuya letting out some steam?

Judging from the row of curses that followed you concluded it was the later. Biting your lip to prevent yourself from giggling you took another step closer, almost pressing your ear to the door to hear your beloved better; “ God fucking damn it, I told them I don’t want guesses! Facts, FACTS! And I get this– how fucking hard can it be to fill out a goddamn template made for babies! God fucking damn–”

Moving away from the door you turned back to the mafia with a smile, an almost too pleased one. “ Ahh it’s report time, you’re late and all too chicken to go face his rage.”

Crickets.

You did not bother to hide the Cheshire's grin; this was perfect. You were running low on favours you could call in without costing Chuuya an arm and a leg. “ Well then, let's make a deal? You owe me and I’ll make sure your reports get accepted without any delay fees” You shifted the containers in your arms and stretched out your now free hand, palm up, ready to receive the reports.

The men glanced between each other before one of them cleared their throat; “ We couldn’t possibly trouble Miss with such mundane things—”

Another loud bang could be heard from Chuuya’s office, followed by more curses, these ones more colorful than the previous bunch. All too quickly two dozen reports were neatly stacked into your arms. Then the door into Chuuya’s office was opened for you. As soon as you stepped inside, they shut it quickly and quietly behind you; and all you could hear was scrambling of feet and uncharacteristically happy yells and ‘sucker’ calls as they moved further and further from your darlings office.

Fucking Cowards.

“ Oj did I tell you, you could come— Oh baby” Chuuya started the scolding but shut up the second he realized it was you. He was up on his feet before the end of his sentence, coming to greet you midway through his office. His hands took the containers of food from you, not missing to steal a kiss in the process. “ Sorry sweetheart, my subordinates are fucking idiots” he said as he returned to his desk and began shuffling things about, struggling to find an adequate spot to set down the food amidst all the stacks of paperwork.

You rolled your eyes slightly at the all too familiar complaints “ Ever thought of, I don’t know, educating them to be less idiots? Or at least participating in subordinate-recruitment?” you asked as you came over to his desk and began blending in the newly received reports amongst the ones already littering Chuuyas desk.

“ We both know it won’t help” Chuuya sighed before turning to face you. His smile turned even more grim as he saw what you were doing. Instead of stopping you he just sat down and opened his dinner; “ Sweetheart, do you even want me home?” Chuuya questioned with a groan.

“ Do you want an honest answer?” You asked as you glanced up, long enough to see Chuuya pause mid-bite of his spring roll, eyebrow raised, silently urging you to go on. “ Right now, no.”

Chuuya choked. His eyes widened in surprise before he growled, his expression darkening with each passing second “ What the actual hell Y/N? I’ve been working my ass off to get this shit finished as soon as possible for us and you think that is funny?!”

“ Then you shouldn’t have stood me up!” you snapped back, matching his loud voice with ease. “ We’ve been planning to introduce you to my family for months, MONTHS Chuuya and I had to make up excuses for the sake of your goddamn paperwork. ”

“ What the hell are you talking about, we decided tomorrow, if you’re changing plans left and right you need to inform me, hun!” Chuuya snapped back, dropping his takeaway container of food back onto the table before beginning to search for his phone buried somewhere among the piles, clearly intending to show you each and every SMS, email and chat message you have shared with him on the topic.

You did not seem bothered, if anything you merely rolled your eyes as you opened your own bento “ Go on, check your calendar, and today is?” you asked with another roll of your eyes as you stabbed a poor steamed broccoli with such violence you almost made a hole in the takeaway container.

“ And today is– oh god it was today. Sweetheart I’m so sorry” Chuuya groaned to himself, pressing his gloved hands to his forehead as he silently cursed himself over his own stupidity. A light embarrassed blush dusted his cheeks which he desperately tried to push back before he looked up at you again. “ Sweets I–”

“ Chuu the food is getting cold” you said motioning towards his container of food, a strain in your voice. “ You’re hungry, I’m hungry. Let’s not fight until we’ve eaten” you fixed him with a firm stare, your eyes just daring him to talk back and disappoint you further. Like an obedient puppy Chuuya sat back down and began eating with a little too much enthusiasm - a clear sign of his guilt. Even his paperwork was abandoned for the moment.

Except for the sound of chopsticks hitting bento and an occasional crunch from blanched vegetables there was silence. Something neither pleasant nor tense, just tired, somber kind.

“ Soo what kind of excuse did you give your family sweetheart?” Chuuya asked as the lingering silence between you became unbearable.. The food was half finished by then and the hungry, starving feeling was almost gone. “ Do I need to be worried?”

“ Hmm I just told them we had a pregnancy scare” you answered bluntly keeping your voice as leveled as possible.

“ Sweetheart, A what now? A pregnancy scare–?!” Chuuya cut off his tirade as the chopsticks in his hand snapped in half, the sound silencing him. Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself. When he addressed you again his voice was strained, almost tortured “ Do you really think that was the best lie you could come up with?”

“ Who said it was a lie?” You asked tilting your head to the side. Your lips pulling up into a half smile trying to hide how much that news had affected you. The fear and happiness at the one false positive; the sadness and disappointment at the following dozen negative ones. Technically you hadn’t lost anything- everything was back at the way things were before that one positive pregnancy test. And yet somehow it wasn’t.

Silence returned and lingered once again; neither of you knowing what to say. Your mind wondered whether Chuuya would ever want that type of family with you, or whether this half serious fling would always remain that, a fling. A part of you regretted telling him, afraid that he’d dump you now that he knew that you so clearly wanted more than what you had. Now that you’ve shown your greedy side.

A more rational part of you knew however that if this was the end of your relationship then it was for the best in the long run. You couldn’t waste forever with a man who never intended anything permanent. No matter how amazingly sweet said man was. You bit your lip before taking a deep breath, deciding to start on the heavy topic as gently as humanly possible; Yet all you managed to utter was his name before he cut you off.

“ Well then sweetheart we’ll just need to get to the point where the next test is a definite positive” he said, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Yet there was a tiniest honest smile on his lips, his eyes full of sweet adoration.

His words touched at your heartstrings, filled you with fascination and warmth. Right then you felt you were falling in love with him all over again. “ Ohh Chuuya” you mumbled, wanting nothing else but to kiss him, to hug him, to show him how happy he made you in that very moment. Whether you would actually settle for children was a matter still to be discussed but the fact that he wanted more than what you two had now definitely made a world of difference for you.

Before you could come over and shower him with kisses, the gentle smile on his lips turned into a boyish grin; “ But to find time for private matters, YOU will need to learn to help me with that and what better time to start than now?” he stated pointing towards the stack of paperwork.

His words made your smile drop and you stabbed another vegetable in your bento with a little too much force, finally snapping your chopsticks in half. Talk about ruining a good moment.

Jerk.

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PS Author note: Did I think today was Wednesday and updated a day too early? Yes, yes I did. Judge me all you want for it. I dare you.

#bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #sweetober #chuuya x you #Raven cincaide's works #pregnancy scare #hurt comfort

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cevansbrat0007 · 12 days

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OMG! Will we be getting a story on Bird and Aris pregnancy scare? Much love ❤️

Yes...if I can swing it. 😬 Sending love to you too! 💕💕

#cevansbrat0007 asks #ari levinson imagines #ari levinson fanfiction #cevansbrat0007 sweet renegade series #pregnancy scares #wrap it before you tap it #ari and bird

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ohnothisisathing · 4 months

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I really liked the MaxPierre ship. It was so flawed and interesting to me.

They started as a hook up. They matched each other’s chaotic energy and built acquaintance on that. He was one of Pierre’s many conquests and he was Maxo’s first sexual experience. Pierre caught feelings and Maxo was in love with someone else. Pierre wanted an exclusive relationship and Maxo wanted to use him to get parts for his atomic bomb. Pierre made a furry club and Maxo had a pregnancy scare.

In all of that, though, there was room for a relationship to grow. Not much. Just a small patch of dirt surrounded by concrete, but there was still room in that little space for a new something.

It wasn’t love. It could have been with care and time, but it was a beautiful possibility.

Pierre’s feelings were always more genuine or at least less complicated and it ended badly with the whole Purgatory, evil robot thing, but even still there was something there.

#QSMP #maxpierre #the furry club and pregnancy scare was done together and were such moments my word

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watermelonlovershigh · 11 months

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Y/n and Harry's Daughter has a Pregnancy Scare🫄

AN: i've been getting alot of inspiration from different fics i've been reading on wattpad and this is one of them. i normally don't write in third person but with this fic i decided it was necessary. i hope you enjoy. make sure to let me know what you thought after reading it.

This story contains: mentions of teen pregnancy, talks about having sex, loving parents, mentions of abortions, slight angst, tons of comfort

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - just think young dilf looking harry era - daughters name is Marsie (MAR-C) }

word count- 2,105

After realizing her period is late, Marsie thinks back to when she forgot to take her birth control pill and freaks out with the thought she might be pregnant. In turn, she goes to her parents to seek their comfort and take a pregnancy test that her mum gives her.

Marsie was very close with her parents. Y/n and Harry had her at the young age of sixteen and now with her being eighteen and her parents being in their mid thirties, she felt like she could go to them about anything because they were young enough to understand her issues.

Like when she had her first kiss at twelve years old, Marsie went home and shared the exciting news with her parents. Instead of scolding her for being that close to a boy, Harry and Y/n gave her a high five, congratulating her, but then did proceed to have the sex talk with her.

Which wasn't that bad since she lived in a sex positive household. Meaning sex was freely talked about but always in a positive light. As in when two people loved and cared about each other sex will happen and that's okay. As long as you're being safe and both are consenting to do it.

Marsie wasn't naive. She knew she was the result of teen pregnancy. But hell, she was only twelve at this point and it was just a simple kiss. She wasn't even thinking about having sex at that age. But when Marsie got to be sixteen herself and had her a serious boyfriend, without even asking if they were having sex, Y/n along with Harry helped her get on birth control. Just to be safe.

She was very thankful she had parents that helped her take something to prevent pregnancy without even asking. Sure, when it got to that point she would have asked them herself if she could take birth control, but she's glad they thought ahead of her to avoid any awkward conversations that may have led to.

Luckily even on birth control, Marsie didn't start having sex until she was seventeen. She was just waiting for when she felt ready and at seventeen she felt ready enough to give herself up to her boyfriend. A year goes by with her and her boyfriend having sex with everything going fine. That is until a week after turning eighteen she had her first pregnancy scare.

Here's how that went:

Marsie made sure she took her birth control at the same time every day. It was routine for her at this point. But one morning after having quite a big hangover, she completely let it slip her mind to take the little round pill and mid day after eating a hearty breakfast, she and her boyfriend decided to have sex. They were at his parents guest house so they had tons of privacy and wanted to have fun.

A week goes by like normal until she realizes her period is late. Laying in her bed at the home she still shared with her parents, she contemplated on what to do. Marsie was too scared to tell her boyfriend at the moment and she was also scared to tell her parents she could be pregnant. Yes she was an adult but eighteen is still young. She wasn't ready for kids quite yet.

Not knowing what else to do, Marsie slips out of bed and pads down the hallway to her parents room. She first knocks on their bedroom door, knowing her parents do still have sex and doesn't want to be scarred for life. When she gets a, "come in." from her dad, she enters the room and shuts the door behind herself.

Marsie slowly walks over to her parents bed where they were just having morning cuddles and hesitantly sits down at the foot of the bed. Y/n sits up to look at her daughter and asks worriedly, "What is it, my baby? Somethin' wrong?"

Breathing deeply, Marsie studders, "Um, kinda. And... please, please don't be mad at me. It was dumb on my part and I should have been more careful."

Now Harry is sat up in bed as to give his full attention to his daughter. "Marsie love, you know you can tell us anythin'." Harry tells, "We won't be mad or upset. We love you and support you 100%."

Knowing it's now or never, she looks at her parents one last time before her eyes divert down to the wrinkled duvet and spits outs, "I think I'm pregnant. Well I don't know for sure but I..... um, my period is late and there was this one day last week where me and (boyfriends name) was hungover and I must have forgot to take my birth control that morning. Then you know, stuff happened later in the day and well, I'm scared. I'm not ready to be a mum."

At this point Marsie was full on crying. Saying it all out loud was nearly too much for her. "Oh sweety," her mother cooed, crawling down the bed to be at arms reach of her first born baby, "it's okay. It's gonna be okay. We'll get through this together." Y/n wraps her arms around Marsie in a comforting hug because she knows what it feels like to not have the support of your parents when you're young and pregnant, or could be pregnant.

Harry gets out of bed too and walks over to Marsie, sitting at the foot of the bed beside her. While she stays hugging her mum, he runs his hand up and down her back to add to her comfort. "Shh, love. Just like mum said, it's gonna be okay and we'll get through this. You have options and you know that."

Slowly backing away from the embrace, Y/n explains gently, adding on to what her husband said, "Yeah Marsie, you have options. But first, you don't know for sure if you are pregnant. In a minute I'll give you a test and you can take it in our bathroom, okay. Then, depending on the results, you're either not pregnant or, if you are, me and dad will go over the options you have. If you want an abortion, we are fine with that. It's your body, your choice. If you decide to keep it, we are more than happy to be grandparents, even if we aren't even forty yet."

Y/n and Harry both giggle to lighten the mood. A small, brave smile comes onto Marsie's face for the first time this morning and she speaks to both her parents at the same time, "Thank you both for being the most supportive parents I could ever wish for. Thank you so, so much. And I love you both. But now I'm ready to find out the results. The not knowing is killing me."

Y/n and Harry lean in at the same time to give Marsie one last hug before she takes the pregnancy test. When the hug is over, Y/n stands from the bed and requests her daughter to follow her into her's and Harry's bathroom. She crouches down to rummage under the sink until she finds a box of pregnancy test.

Marsie tries to erase the fact that her mom keeps pregnancy tests in her bathroom still. Are her parents...... not using protection? The thought alone makes her feel sick to her already queasy stomach. Are they trying for another baby? Her youngest sibling is nearly six. She thought her parents were done having kids.

Taking one out of the box, Y/n stands up and hands the test over. "Marsie love, do you know how to use......"

"Yes, mum. I got it from here. Thank you, though." Marsie gets slightly defensive but isn't meaning to really. She's just a nervous reck.

"Okay, okay, sweetie. I'll be back in the room with your dad. Let us know if you need anything and remember, no matter the results, we'll get through this." Y/n says before walking back in the bedroom to give her daughter some privacy. While Marsie begins to use the toilet and pee on the stick, her mum goes over to the bed where Harry is looking rather nervous himself.

"Harry babe," Y/n coos gently, sitting down beside him, "what's wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, he explains, "S'just, I don't want her to go through what we went through. I know she's a bit older but not by much. And fuck, what if (boyfriends name) decides he doesn't want to be in the picture anymore if Marsie is pregnant and decides to keep it? Then what? She'll have our help of course but she's eighteen. We can't raise her child for her. She needs a partner to help. And.......and if she decides on the abortion route then, obviously we'll support that but my baby is gonna be so scared. She's already terrified. And...."

Y/n cuts her husband off by responding, "H, you've gotta calm down. If not for me, for your daughter who's currently taking a pregnancy test. She doesn't need to see our worry. It'll make her worry even more. And we don't know if she's pregnant. My period is late all the time and I'm not pregnant. I think it just runs in our family to have irregular cycles. She'll be okay and so will we. We have to be okay. The Styles family doesn't let anything get in their way."

Harry turns his head and smiles, dipping his face to nuzzle into his wifes warm neck. "Thank you," he whispers gently, "we will get through this. I love you and thank you for being the best mumma to my babies. Even if our oldest baby isn't actually a baby any more. And if Marsie is pregnant and decides to keep it, I just know you'll be the best grandma too. Just know it."

Right as he finishes speaking, the bathroom door slowly opens with Marsie standing there with her hands behind her back, now waiting on the three minute wait for the results. "Can one of you look when the timer is up? I'm so nervous I think I'm gonna be sick." Marsie asks as she walks back over to the end of the bed where her parents remained seated.

Y/n quickly stands up to allow her daughter to sit beside Harry. "I can look for you. No big deal." Yes she was scared of the results for Marsie but what's done is done.

The timer Marsie left on her phone goes off and her mum slowly enters the bathroom to turn it off and flip over the pregnancy test. The bathroom door being open so the two sitting on the bed gets a straight view. Right before Y/n turns the test over, Marise cuddles into her dad's side, him wrapping his arm around her to pull her in and comfort her.

"Ready?" her mum questions. She just hums her agreement, too afraid to open her mouth with the nausea rolling through her. Y/n flips over the pregnancy test and lets out a sigh of relief when the little screen reads NOT PREGNANT. "Oh thank God."

"What? What is it?" Marsie begs to know.

Walking back into the bedroom with the test in her hand, her mum turns it around for the both of them to see it says she's not pregnant. Happy tears spring to Marsie's eyes. Harry lets out a heavy sigh from relief as well. It's not that he doesn't want to be a grandpa but he'd rather be a grandpa when his child is ready. Not from an unwanted pregnancy.

"See," Harry begins, "told you everything was gonna be okay."

"I know. Just, I promise to be more careful next time. It was my fault and I never want to experience another pregnancy scare again." she tells them.

Hugging his daughter closer if that's even possible, Harry responds, "It's okay, love. You're eighteen. Not a baby anymore. And as much as me and your mum would like to keep you all small and innocent, we know you've grown up and that's okay. And grown ups have sex. It's normal and healthy. Well healthy if its with someone you care about. Just know no matter if this happens again or not, we'll be right here to comfort you and support you. We love you very much."

Y/n decides to finish this intimate moment with saying, "Yes, we love you so much, no matter how old you get. Now, how about you go lay back down and your dad can start us some breakfast and I'll bring it up to your room when it's done. That way your brother and sisters can't aggravate you."

And with that, Marsie makes her way back to her bedroom where she does just that.

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veronicathegoddess · 2 years

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breeding kink but i'm tied down, screaming with tears running down my face as i beg him not to cum inside me

#havent done one of these in a while #i had one pregnancy scare and breeding was no longer hot #but idk man #this might be what gets me back there #cause this is top tier #mine

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tulipberrysimss · 4 months

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👶🏽🍼

#the amount of pregnancy scares and anxiety she’s been through with this one man who doesn’t care about more than the physical aspect #of a relationship bOTHERS MEEEEE #not so berry #nsbg3

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j0kers-light · 8 months

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How do you think Joker would deal with menstruation? Or if reader had a long delay and they both thought she was pregnant 😂 (but then it turned out to be a false alarm)

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

I couldn't help myself and jumped out of line of ask requests! I woke up from a nap with the perfect idea for this so here we go!

It is common knowledge that Joker does not use condoms. The tried and true saying, 'wrap it before you tap is' does not apply to him, mkay?

This man does not care. Its risky, its dangerous, and its incredibly hot to slide into you with nothing in the way. That friction of skin between skin just scratches an itch of intimacy that Joker never knew he needed. Now he knows why condoms are so expensive. Its a clear indicator not to use them!

He knows you secretly enjoy it too or you would have put an end to raw sex from the beginning. Joker does not take into consideration if you're taking any birth contraceptive measures [thats your choice as the reader] he's got bigger things to worry about, but there was always a twinge of hesitation in his mind.

What if you get pregnant?

Joker is NOT father material despite the countless nannies and other random people from your apartment building that compliment his DILF status and skills every time you babysit your neighbor's kid. Joker is not one for children, but he sorta kinda likes Gio. The little tyke's got spunk and he's so well mannered and you look ethereal whenever you hold Gio and the sunlight hits you a certain—

Okay. Fine! So Joker has toyed with the idea! He let his mind wander once or twice but it doesn't mean he's actively tryna knock you up! He is not about that life. Gotham City has to burn first and there's too much fun to cause to be weighted down with a child.

Nothing is for certain but Joker knows. He knows you can and will be a great mother just... not with his kid.

Joker is fully aware of your 'time of the month.' You're more moodier than usual and you always desert him in the guest bedroom for the comfort of your private room. You don't come out except to eat and you take said meals in your sanctuary. He hates the one week of the month where his Light is not around.

He does not like when you shut him out and hide in your shell but you grumble 'hormones' or 'leave me lone, J' and waddle back to safety.

Joker wants nothing more to cuddle up with you and rub your cramps away or hand feed you all the weird snacks you crave while your buried under the blankets, but you won't let him near you! Why won't you let him spoil you?

Contrary to popular belief, Joker is smart and very detail driven. He keeps up with your mensural cycle because he needs to know when his Light will be out of commission. He needs to know when to stay out of your way and when to keep your favorite snacks stocked in the penthouse. Since you won't let him near you, he'll keep you satisfied with acts of service. A happy Bunny, is a happy Joker.

So..... he's a lit-tle confused when your expected start date rolls around and you're still well, normal. You haven't snapped at him once or asked for some ridiculous food pairing that should not go together. You're still the bunny that he fell ten times over for. And when nothing happens for three days in a row.. Joker silently panics.

Its day five without any bleeding and Joker is a nervous wreck. You noticed a slight change in his behavior recently but with your upset stomach, you haven't given him any more attention.

You've been nauseous since the beginning of the week and no ginger ale, saltine crackers, or other home remedies that Sarai texted you to try have worked. If you don't feel any better in the morning, you're going to the ER and she better be on-call.

You were at your wits end trying to treat this weird stomach bug when she sends another message that makes your heart drop to the floor.

When's ur last period ever think bout that?

You drop your phone and spiral down a rabbit hole.

When was your last period? Shouldn’t you be due for one soon?

You snap out of your thoughts and open your period tracker and groan aloud when you notice you're five days late.

"Oh no. Oh nope nope nopeity nope." You look around the room like it miraculously held the answers to your dilemna. You've never been late a day in your life and right on time, your imaginary angel appeared on your shoulder.

"You and J do go at like rabbits..." She grimaced.

On your other shoulder your brash devil appeared. She was in rare form with a wide grin, stretching from ear to ear.

"And we be taking them loads straight to the womb! I bet you’re regretting not wrapping that sausage every time huh you cum whore? Haha! Pregnant with a psychopath's baby! That's wild! Couldn’t be me tho!”

She doubled over laughing and your angel shot her a glare. "It isn’t funny. This affects you too! Y/n, ignore her. CVS is on the corner babe. Aisle nine, lets go."

You nodded to yourself and grabbed your phone and keys, headed to the door but Joker came out of nowhere and blocked your way.

He took in your frazzled appearance. Your hands were shaking and you failed to care that you were only wearing yoga pants and one of his hoodies.

"Where ya going, pretty girl?"

His hands touched yours and discreetly took your keys from you. And you're so out of it, you hardly noticed.

"I uh, there's um.."

"Use your words, Y/n." Joker urged you.

You breathed in and out before meeting his curious eyes.

He's ever your rock; calm and ready to tackle any situation you throw at him. Would he handle this one if you told him the truth?

This would ruin all of his plans. You were supposed to be a temporary stop in his jorney called life. You would be a liability if you came out and said, 'oh hey Joker! I'm late!'

"LaTe for what?"

You blinked rapidly. Did you say that aloud?!! Joker arched an eyebrow and waited for you to answer him. Your mouth flopped like a fish.

Thank the heavens that Joker is so patient with you. He rolled his eyes and guided you into the powder room off of the foyer.

From there, he picked you up and sat you down on the counter. He stood between your legs, gently rubbing your legs.

"Talk to me, bunny. What's stuck in that uhh.. pretty lit-tle head of yours, hmm? You can tell meeeeeee."

You burst into tears and Joker froze like a statue. Those tears of yours were his kryptonite.

"I'm late! I haven't had my period yet!"

Joker clicked his tongue and set to work wiping your tears away. He was a little rough while doing it but the motion helped calm you down. Joker was still rusty with being affectionate and you smiled at his sweet gesture.

"I know."

You glanced up at him, "Whah?"

Joker repeated himself and leaned forward on his palms near your hips. "You're uhh, five, days late, doll. I need ya to do me a favor. Can ya do that?" He waited until you stopped sniffing.

Your nod was his clue to continue.

He pushed three bottles of water next to you. You stared down at them and the ominous brown paper bag on the counter. You just now noticed it.

"I need you to drink these and then... take these."

Joker knew you would freak out when he dumped the bag over to reveal the pregnancy tests he made Mac buy this morning. Joker was tired of waiting. If this was happening, he'd be the first to know before getting Sarai involved with a final medical confirmation.

You started hyperventailing until Joker grabbed your face with his hands. "Bunny... bunny... hey. Look at me. There she is. Breathe. Drink n' we'll take them to-get-ther."

"Y-You promise?" You hiccuped.

He hated seeing the fear clouding your coloured eyes. You clung to his wrist, looking up at him as if he had all the answers.

It was obvious that your were overwhelmed and scared. Joker would have to push aside his own jitters and be the stronger person here. He exhaled with a marred smile.

"I prooomise Sweetheart. Now! Drink up for me."

Joker offered you the first water bottle and you took it with the hopes this would all be false alarm.

You were pacing in the foyer with Joker seated nearby. Even with every sharp turn you made, his eyes never strayed from you.

You were a ball of nerves and he hated that you were biting your poor nails to the quick.

He was about to tell you to stop when the timer in the bathroom went off. You stared at the doorway as if it were radioactive. One of your favorite songs continued to play as the timer yet you resumed your pacing.

Joker called out your name to no reply. You were looping back around to past by him and he grabbed your arm. "Light, its time to check."

You shook your head. "I-I-I can't... you're gonna hate me and... and leave.. I just!" You yelped when Joker jerked you into his arms. He sighed into your untamed curls and squeezed you close.

He was too calm during all of this. How was he so calm?!

It was really bothering you until your head rested on his chest and you got to feel his heart beating erratically. Joker was nervous too but he didn't show it and that made you tear up even more.

He was bottling his emotions to be a shoulder for you to lean on.

It made no sense just how caring Joker was to you. He was a changed man indeed.

Joker tipped your head up with his finger. "You want me to check for ya?" He chuckled at your furious nod. Of course you did, why did he even ask? "M'aright, lemme go, doll. Them nails are killin' me."

You mumbled out an apology and let J go. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. He sighed and glanced at the four pregnancy test lined up on the counter. Leave it to his doll to be neat even while under duress.

He didn't want to do this but you didn't have the courage to. So Joker was left to face one of his worst fears all alone.

There wasn't a proper procedure to these things so he just snagged the first one he could get ahold of and eyed the screen.

A bucket of ice was dumped over his head.

Positive.

Two blue lines held so much power. His ears were ringing and he barely heard your frantic knocking on the door.

"Um Joker? Y-You're too quiet. I-I’m coming in." You opened the door and took one look at a frozen Joker holding a pregnancy test and feared the worst.

Judging by his schooled features, you already knew the results but you had to see for yourself. You picked up the other three tests on the counter but did a double take.

"What? They’re negative. Oh my God. They’re negative! J, I'm not--" You turned to show Joker but he had already shook himself out of his daze and snatched the tests from your hands.

Joker's warped mind was playing tricks on him. It had to be. Because these tests were negative. He conferred with the one in his hand but it remained that life altering, positive.

Joker was conflicted and his green eyes darted up at you. Your smile faded seeing his intense emeralds, "J, what's wrong?"

"Thisssss one is positive. I'm calling the doc." He threw them all into the wastebin and was about to leave when you stepped in his path.

"Joker, wait! Three out of four, I think its safe to agree with the majority here." You were feeling back to normal now your pregnacy scare was past you but Joker was still fighting his delusions.

"I wanna be sure, Light. I'm not trusting a uhh drugstore test with somethin' like this." He rested his forehead against yours and you could feel his hands shaking as they cupped your face.

This was really getting to him. You peered through your lashes at J. He wouldn't let this go until he knew for sure from a professional. You covered his hands with your own. It was your turn to be strong and be there for Joker.

You kissed him softy and he chased after you when you broke away. "Okay, J, you can call Sarai."

He sighed and tugged you closer for the time being. You didn't know who needed this hug the most; you or Joker.

Your eyes naturally fell to the wastebin where the tests lay, mocking you and J.

There was a palpable change in the air. This interaction changed the future for you and J. In the heat of the moment neither of you considered protection. It was scary to think this could have ended very differently. You were sighing in relief but Joker was at odds with the outcome. Even with his fears put to rest, a small part of him wanted all four tests to be positive.

Simply because it would be a journey to experience with you.

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