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waughymommy · 21 days

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Diaper Discipline Guide

Emma & Henry

My boyfriend of 4 years has always had regressive and sub tendencies while I’ve wanted to talk more control in our relationship. We tried several bdsm activities including smacking and bondage but the occasional nature wasn’t really doing it for me.

After finding out more online about Female Led Relationships I came across DD, initially dismissing it. But the more I read, the better and better the idea appealed to me. After some planning I decided to confront my partner and say I wanted to add an element of control and domination into our relationship, by saying I hadn’t decided how to do it yet we had a long discussion without diapers being mentioned where he agreed in principle to “lifestyle dominance” as long as it could be kept between them and not impact his job, friends, etc.

This guide was invaluable to me to plan the rest and it solidified my decision. It took me two weeks to discreetly buy the required supplies, getting them delivered to our apartment on days he was at work. I decided that I wanted a high initial level of DD where he’d be in diapers 24/7 at home.

I decided to start on a Friday night after work. He’d known that I had been preparing for something and I started the conversation by saying my proposal was weird, reassuring him that it wouldn’t be painful/harmful and nobody else would find out but you wanted him to agree to try it for at least 6 weeks.

Although nervous he also seemed excited by the prospect and agreed. We moved to the bedroom where I told him to get undressed before I diapered him for the first time. There was a lot of objections at this stage but I talked him round and the agreement to try it for 6 weeks was helpful.

To make the shock less I started with a medical diaper which wasn’t too thick and let him wear his normal pjs over it. I left him to explore it on his own while going to make dinner. After dinner it was time to tell him all the rules, the main one was that the toilet at home was now banned and he’d be in diapers whenever he’s at home. I kept the baby elements to a minimum and said he’s have to also wear out the house sometimes but I’d make sure nobody could tell and never when he’s at work or with friends/family. I’m not going to lie and say this didn’t involve an argument, especially when he realised that no toilet meant #2 as well but we got through. We ended up watching a movie which was a good way for him to calm down.

He wet his diaper for the first time after the movie which was funny to watch as he was so nervous it was going to leak everywhere. Even though it wasn’t too wet I did change him straight away and made his change extra special too. That night he slept in a diaper for the first time.

Over the first weekend he did get more used to wearing and I allowed him to use the toilet for a bm on Saturday. Sunday however I decided to fully enforce the rules and he messed himself for the first time. I didn’t change him this time and he took a shower. There was a lot of protests again but I said it was none-negotiable. The smell did seem to be the biggest thing that bothered him so I bought some Devrom tablets which had been recommended, it took a few days for them to arrive and a few more of taking them but now his messy diapers hardly smell and the protests have stopped. I’d actually recommend you use these from day 1 to make the transition easier.

The first week was tough but we got through it and I’m happy to say we’re now 7 months in to him being in DD. Over that time I’ve moved to thicker abdl diapers, he wears onesies regularly around the house and the toilet has remained unused by him with only a few exceptions.

We both work mainly from home so I’ve gotten used to checking and changing his diaper but thick diapers + devrom has meant he generally only needs a change after waking up, sometime in the early afternoon and before bed. I’ll also let him change himself if I’m busy or cba.

The best news is after an initial rocky patch, our relationship feels stronger than ever! He proposed to me 5 months in and I can’t see his DD ending any time soon. I’ve increased elements overtime and now the toilet is banned even when out of the house together. Public wearing did take him a while to get used to but actually it’s easy.

I’m sure DD is not for everyone and is much more involved and hard work than other lifestyle changes but for creating a caring bond between you and your partner I’ve found it to be great!

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wosoamazing · 22 days

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Diabetes Pt. 2

Notes: England wins the world cup final in this fic. Also Beth and Leah's ACL injuries never happened.

Warnings: Diabetes, Low Blood Sugar (not bad but like continuous), other things related.

It was match day -1 to the world cup final, and you were sitting in your team meeting next to Beth, when you started to feel funny, you tested and sure enough you were low, so you pulled out some lollies, Beth noticed your actions and she placed a hand on your knee and lightly squeezed it, to reassure you, knowing you would not be happy about this happening now. Another 15 minutes later you tested again and pulled out another set of lollies, and 15 minutes after that you did the same thing. Beth flashed a concerned look at you, she was worried, and confused, you were sitting down you weren't exercising, and by the way you were now leaning against her side and your leg felt slightly sticky to touch your levels had definitely not improved, you were annoyed, it was the final tomorrow and Sarina had told you she wanted to start you, the first time you would start, and it was the world cup final, but now it was looking like that wouldn’t happen because as if she would start you if you had to miss training today, especially due to a medical reason.

You were on the sidelines watching training, hoping your levels would go up soon, so you could join the team, the girls had been given a water break and so Beth came to sit down next to you, to talk to you. “They just won't go up,” you said as tears welled in your eyes, you had been low for quite some time now, Hospital was considered but deemed not necessary as your levels were not majorly low, it was just that they weren't going up. You hated it, your body was shaky, you were tired and you felt sick.

“I really want to play,” you sadly said looking at Beth, “I know baby, it’s okay, I think you’re just anxious and that isn’t helping, but it's weird they aren't going up.” She replied softly as she pulled you in for a hug, you shuffled so you were sitting between her legs, resting back against her as she was leaning against the wall behind her. “Can you stay with me?” you had kind of trapped her but you still had to ask. “Of course she can,” Sarina said as she was now standing in front of you both, “You can stay with her Beth, if you want of course, today is a short training anyway” “I’ll stay with her,” Beth replied, she didn’t care if this mean she had to give up her spot in the starting 11 for the World Cup Final, she just wanted to try and give you some control on a day you had no control knowing how you got annoyed when you were doing everything right but it just wasn't working. Your body was winning today and it was clearly starting to really get to you and upset you,

“I want you both at team time after lunch though, it's not active, it's just sitting down and talking, we will have one of the medics there,” Sarina told you both, and you both nodded before she started walking away.

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You were now in “team time” as Sarina called it, you were sitting on Beth’s lap as Sarina explained what was happening today. She was answering Tooneys dumb question when Beth whispered into your ear after just seeing what the notification on her watch was “Why is your pod alerting that it has no insulin in it? It shouldn’t-” “You’re kidding me right, can you take it off?” you asked her quietly “you sure?” you just nodded, frustrated no one had thought of this earlier but to be fair, how would anyone have known. “It’s probably faulted and been leaking slightly all day but because I’ve been having carbs every 15 minutes or less there wasn't a big enough change to notice.” She just nodded as she carefully took it off, to no surprise your levels started to even out again, albeit slowly, and since you had been low all day you were incredibly tired and had a headache, so after team time and taking some paracetamol and having a small snack you were out for the count the rest of the afternoon. You were woken up for dinner which you ate in your half asleep state before going back to sleep.

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Sure enough you were not starting, but it made sense and you couldn’t be mad at anyone. You sat on the sidelines, watching as both teams fought for dominance, it was even at nil all until Olga scored in the 40th minute putting Spain up by one. You sat in the locker room at half time, a feeling of defeat hung in the air, but Sarina and Leah were quick to turn that around.

“Can you play? I’m not sure when I want to put you on but can you play?” Sarina asked as you walked back out of the tunnel and headed to the bench ready for the second half, “yeah, I’m fine,” “okay good, can you put a second sensor on?” you nodded, grabbing the ‘emergency sensor kit’ you always had on the bench whether you were playing or not, it was there in case you needed to change your sensor mid game, but today it was being used as a second sensor. You were stood up putting the sensor on your thigh when one of the medics came up and started to unwrap the tape around your pod arm, you looked at her, “we’re taking your pod off, we’ve got pens set up and ready, we don’t want to risk it, especially with what happened yesterday. We’ve also got another pod ready for when you come off,” you just nodded and continued to set up the second dexcom, you received more than the average amount of pods a month from the NHS due to the fact your played football professionally and they knew it meant you would need more pod changes, but Arsenal was also always prepared to pay for more if they needed to, so the fact you had a pod on for just over 12 hours and you were taking it off wasn't a concern for you thankfully.

You were subbed on as a double sub in the 80th minute you were coming on for Ella Toone, and Alex Greenwood was coming on to replace Jess Carter. Spain was still ahead and it was clear England was struggling in their fight for dominance but with the addition of you and Alex the game became a new battle. In the 87th minute, you had a chance, most people would’ve just kicked it in, there was a change it could’ve gone in, you looked around and Alessia was unmarked, and you had a direct path to pass it to her and she could so easily tap it in, Alessia could see what you were thinking and gave you a subtle thumbs up, you looked straight at the goal whilst you passed to Alessia she kicked it and it found the back of the net, the Spanish players were bewildered, you were ecstatic as you ran to Alessia. After the addition extra time the scores were still even, so it came time to Penalties, you were lined up as the 6th penalty taker, meaning there wasn't a high chance you would be taking a penalty, but it also meant it could all come down to you, it was tactical though, you had never taken a penalty in a high pressure situation before, nothing had been close, so even though you were good in training it was a risk, however at the same time no one could study your penalties meaning you were a wild card, no statistics would be backing the choices of Cata, she would be going purely off gut instinct. All 5 penalties for both teams somehow were even, Spain scored so did England, if Spain scored neither did England. So came the sudden death rounds, Mary saved Spain’s 6th penalty, meaning it all came down to you, you could win this for the lionesses. You stepped up to the ball, and focused in, taking a deep breath, your surroundings blurred as you had one focus, getting the ball past Cata, you shifted your weight onto your back foot before you took your 4 strides to the ball, which went flying at hit the top right corner of the back of the net. You had just won the World Cup for the lionesses, you sprinted to your teammates as they ran to you, everyone jumping on top of each other in disbelief, you had just beaten Spain, one of the best teams in the world.

#woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #lionesses #lionesses x reader #beth mead x reader

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nejibaby · 1 year

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precursor

Pairing: Haitani Ran x Reader

Description: Haitani Ran just might be the most overprotective father.

Word count: 0.8k

Once in a while Haitani Ran indulges in his simple pleasures in life — these being (1) sleeping for at least 15 hours, and (2) spending the day with his dear family.

Thus on his rare days off, an unofficial rule in the Haitani household is to not wake him up from his slumber. Simply because a well-rested Ran guarantees a better day.

However, on a certain Friday afternoon, what Ran doesn’t know is that his 18 hours of sleep would be a precursor to one of the most terrible days of his life.

So he smiles, stretches and almost rushes out of bed when he smells the freshly baked cookies you’ve made. And he grins when he hears his precious daughter giggling while you coo at her.

“Aren’t you two having too much fun without me?” Ran says with mirth as he enters the living room.

“Daddy!” Your daughter almost trips trying to reach Ran as quickly as possible.

He picks her up and spins her around as usual. Giggles immediately leave her mouth — an automatic response when she spends time with her father.

You watch with delight at their antics. And when he brings her back down to her chair, a smirk appears on your lips as you say, “Baby, why don’t you tell daddy what happened today?”

Your daughter perks up and begins to animatedly tell her father about all that has transpired in the previous hours at her school. Ran listens attentively and even matches her energy when he responds. She ends her narrative with her widest smile saying, “And when I was about to be picked up, a boy kissed me today!”

Ran splutters in shock. He shoots a glare at your direction when he hears you snicker.

“Wh-what did you say, darling? I don’t think I heard that right,” he asks your daughter.

“A boy kissed me today, daddy!” She giggles in glee, kicking her tiny feet in the air.

The look of horror on Ran’s face is comical and it takes everything in you to stop yourself from laughing. “Is he your boyfriend now, baby?” You tease.

“No! My baby does not have a boyfriend!” Ran answers your question in her stead.

“She’s our baby,” you correct.

“Not if you’re condoning this nonsense,” he mumbles.

“And she can speak for herself. Right, baby?”

“Mmh!" She nods as she munches on a cookie.

Ran pales and becomes rigid for half a minute and then suddenly he's standing up and leaving the room. You and your daughter are left dumbfounded by his actions but before you can even call him out, he's back, bringing a photo album with him.

He flips a couple of pages and points to your daughter's class picture last year. "Show daddy the boy who kissed you,” he says in a sickeningly sweet tone.

You’re left gaping at your husband, trying to wrap your head around his sudden interest with the boy.

“But daddy, he wasn’t my classmate last year. He just transferred a few months ago.”

Ran frowns. “Tell me his name then.”

You squint, finally realizing that he’s interrogating your daughter.

You turn to her, “No, baby. Don’t tell daddy his name.”

“Tell Uncle Rindou then,” Ran amends.

“Uncle Rinnie?” Your daughter repeats excitedly. “Is Uncle Rinnie coming?”

“Yes, baby. He’s on his way here as we speak. You can tell him all about the fuc— I mean, the boy who kissed you.”

You’re about to interject but your daughter responds faster, “I don’t know, daddy.” She crinkles her nose. “Uncle Rinnie still hasn’t given me the lollipop I wanted…”

“I’ll get it for you if you tell him,” Ran bribes her, which evidently works based on how giddy your daughter looks.

“Okay, that’s enough, Ran,” you shoot him a look, although it goes unnoticed as his hopeful eyes are on his daughter. “We need to talk.”

You’re dragging your husband out of the room but that doesn’t stop him from trying to get more information. “If you don’t want to tell Uncle Rindou, at least let Uncle Kakucho know!” He yells just as you both reach the door.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You raise a brow at him, putting your hands on your hips.

“What were you doing when it happened?”

“I’m just letting kids be kids.”

“Kids aren’t supposed to kiss!”

“And you shouldn’t be involved in Bonten, but I guess we can’t have everything we want,” you argue. “Now stop being a menace.”

“I wasn’t even being a menace! Just, you know… Uhm… curious.”

“Well then, stop.”

Ran huffs and then he pouts.

This fucker, you think. He’s utilizing his charms, knowing full well its effect on you.

“Whatever,” you yield. “Just don’t endanger a child over a silly kiss. Save that for when she gets her heart broken or something.”

Ran grins and salutes, “Okay, boss.”

He watches you walk away from him and try as he might, he can’t prevent the lovesick look he exhibits, knowing that he married the right one.

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#haitani ran x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran x you #ran haitani x you #tokyo revengers x you #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tr x reader #tr x you #tokyo revengers #tokrev #haitani ran #ran haitani

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angelbaby-fics · 1 year

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Daddy's Protector

Pairing: CG!Bucky x Little!Reader (gender neutral!)

Word Count: 720

A/N: This was inspired by my love for vintage toys/stuffies!! This is kind of short, but I'm already kind of thinking about a part 2 🤔 Hope you guys enjoy 💕😁

You sat on the edge of your bed, sulking as Bucky packed your overnight bag. What was planned to be a fun sleepover at Peter’s house had turned into an epic standoff between you and your daddy. To say you were clingy would be an understatement, not that Bucky typically minded that, but he knew it would be good for you to branch out. You’d been excited at first, begging Bucky to let you spend the night at your best friend’s house and excitedly thinking up all the trouble the two of you would get into, but as the fateful day drew nearer, you started to second guess yourself. You’d never spent a night away from Bucky, and in the excitement of the sleepover plans, you had completely forgotten that this was an obstacle you’d have to face. Bucky held up a different patterned onesie in each hand.

“Which one, pumpkin?” He asked, but you just glared. “Come on, baby, you gotta help me out here.”

“Not goin’.” You mumbled, barely loud enough for anyone other than a supersoldier to hear.

“I’ll pack both.” Bucky replied, ignoring your statement. He was the only person who could match your stubbornness. He stuffed both onesies into your backpack, followed by a pair of overalls.

You stayed silent, arms crossed over your chest, and your face in a scowl that started as an intimidation tactic but was now the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears. Watching Bucky pack your things just reminded you that you’d be leaving his side in just a few minutes. You didn’t even like to leave his side when he got up to get a snack or use the bathroom, let alone for a whole entire 24 hours. Now suddenly you had to learn how to have dinner, watch cartoons, get ready for bed, wake up, have breakfast, and play pretend without your daddy. Most terrifyingly, however, you’d have to make it all the way through the night. You had your own room with your own big bed, and Bucky had his, but no matter which room it was in, you were incapable of falling asleep anywhere other than in his arms.

Bucky turned around from your dresser to face you.

“Now, what pajamas do you want?” He asked.

You said nothing.

“Come one, button, I think I know which ones.” He tried again, setting your bag down and approaching your side. “You wanna come to daddy’s room and pick out a shirt to wear for bed?”

You still didn’t reply, but you let yourself be picked up by Bucky. He carried you into his bedroom and tried to set you down on his bed, but you held tight onto his tshirt. Bucky shifted you onto his hip so he could use his free hand to poke around his own dresser drawers. Suddenly he stopped as an idea suddenly hit him.

“Hey pumpkin, I know it's scary to leave, isn’t it.”

You nodded against Bucky’s shoulder, feeling tears prick the edges of your eyes.

“Well, I think such a brave little one deserves a special present, don’t you?”

You picked your head up, meeting Bucky’s eyes with your teary ones for the first time that afternoon.

“You know how daddy always protects you, right?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Well this-” Bucky returned to the drawer and pulled something out “-is who protects daddy.”

He handed it to you, a little white stuffed lamb. You’d never seen a stuffy like this before, it was stiff and faded, with little glass eyes. You turned it over in your hands, and it was obvious that the little guy had been loved for many years prior.

“This is my Lamby.” Bucky said quietly, admiring the way you handled the stuffy with such care. “I’ve had him ever since I was born, and he always kept me safe when I had sleepovers with Steve. Now he can keep you safe at Peter’s house, until tomorrow when I come get you. And after that, we get to spend the whole day together, just you and me.”“And Lamby.” You whispered.

“You and me and Lamby, that's right.” Bucky smiled, kissing you on the cheek. You giggled, feeling his scruffy chin against your face. “Now which shirt do you wanna wear to bed tonight, angel?”

#bucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky x reader #daddy!bucky #little!reader #cg!bucky x little!reader #agere #agere fic #chloe's fic

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kellykidd · 9 months

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Baby Severide - Chapter 1: Growing an Entire Human

*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader Summary: When Kelly accompanies you to an OB appointment, the doctor brings some unexpected news.

Words: 1,569

Warnings: Doctors appointments, not great writing

Read on Ao3 here

Notes: The first chapter of a few. The entire fic isn’t quite done yet. Honestly, I wrote this for me, so if you like it, great, let me know. If not, great too, just don’t tell me. Medical info and such may not be right, sorry :) tagging some friends and mutuals as to celebrate my return to writing

Next Chapters: Chapter 2

Tags: @morganupstead @district447 @mustprotectmattcaseyatallcosts

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“Hey babe, you home?” Kelly called for you as he opened the apartment door.

“Hey I’m here,” you sighed as you chuckled softly.

“How are my two favourite girls doing?” He asked, setting his duffel bag on the floor before coming to snuggle up with you on the couch.

“We’re ok, feeling like a beached whale though, baby.”

“We are in the home stretch. Take it easy these last few weeks.”

“Oh we’re taking it easy all right. I sat on this couch all day and did nothing, but watch The Bachelor,” you laughed, “how was shift?”

“A car wreck, nothing major. Then I came home early for you,” he leaned over and gave you a peck on the lips before getting up from the couch.

“Where are you going?” You gave Kelly your best puppy dog eyes.

“Well I thought I was going to shower,” he chuckled.

“Can you get me some water and a snack?”

“What about water and some breakfast?”

“Oh, the baby could really use some of your bacon and french toast.”

“You sit here, I’ll make us some french toast.”

“Don’t forget the bacon,” you teased as he went to the kitchen to start preparing your feast.

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“Breakfast on the couch or the table?” Kelly called, plates clanging in the background.

“How about from our bed?” You laughed back, “I’ve had a long day.”

“You’re growing an entire human, that’s a long enough day as it is without you having to work from home too,” he brought the plates to your night stands and came back for you.

You got up from the couch with his help and started to waddle over to the bed.

“Hopefully only another few hours of working from home,” you sighed, getting under the quilt your mom made you as a wedding gift.

“Heard from the doctor yet?” He asked, sliding into the bed with a coffee in his hand.

“Called this morning. She got a cancellation for this afternoon at 3 to do another ultrasound and checkup so I don’t have go by myself,” you replied, digging into your stack of french toast.

“Our daughter is the luckiest,” he leaned down to kiss your belly.

“With your as her daddy, I have no doubt,” you moved your plate to your night stand and rested your head on his shoulder.

“As of now, I’ll only be away for one more shift before she’s born.”

“How long is Boden giving you for paternity leave?”

“I’m only going to take six weeks. Then I’m gonna use up some furlough, so I’ll be off with you for about eight weeks.”

“I thought you had more time saved up.”

“I get 12 weeks every two years. If we have more kids, I want to have the time to be off both times, baby.”

“I don’t know if I want them that close together though,” you laughed.

“Never know. We didn’t expect this one.”

“That’s true I guess. Hey, what time is it?”

“1:28, why?”

“I have a call at 1:30.”

“What do you need for it?”

“Just my laptop and AirPods.”

“I’ll grab them for you quick.”

He walked across the bedroom to the desk and brought you your things to start your call. He wondered out of the room so you could present in peace.

Kelly walked back into your bedroom near the end of your call. You were just saying goodbye to some coworkers since your maternity leave officially started as soon as your call was finished. You closed your laptop and put it to the side.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“One thing first,” you smiled.

“Which is…?”

“Can you tie my shoes please?” You laughed.

“Of course, but let’s get going. I haven’t seen the baby in a couple months.”

“I know, I know, my shoes are on the floor by the door.”

“Let’s get you up then, we’ve got to go.”

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As you pulled up to the doctor’s office, a flutter of excitement filled your heart. Walking into the office, you always dreaded that the OB’s office was on the second floor. You had a seat and waited your turn. Kelly always made sure you were there early after all.

“Mrs Severide?” A nurse called.

You stood up and Kelly held your hand into the exam room.

“There’s a gown on the bed with a blanket. Please put the gown on, the doctor will be in soon,”

“Thank you,” Kelly smiled.

The nurse left the room and you stood by the bed. Kelly sitting in the chair by your side. You started to change and your husband tied the sides of your gown together for you. He helped you onto the bed, draping the blanket over your legs and belly.

There was a knock on the door, “Hi, it’s Dr Calhoun.”

“Come in,” you answered.

Dr. Calhoun closed the door behind her as she came into the exam room.

“How are the parents-to-be feeling today?” She asked.

“A little wobbly, but happy to finally be on maternity leave,” you laughed.

“And how are you feeling, Kelly?”

“A little nervous, but excited,” he replied.

“Any concerns with the pregnancy since we last saw you? From either of you?” Dr Calhoun asked, pulling up your chart on the computer.

“Nothing that I’ve noticed. Just really tired,” you replied.

“That is to be expected, you’re in the home stretch.”

“Kelly said the same thing,” you laughed, “it does help my case of getting him to cook for me when he’s not on shift though.”

“Sounds like you’re doing well then,” she laughed, “let’s take a look at this baby girl.”

She pulled the ultrasound wand and gel out. Kelly held your hand.

“It’s gonna be a little cold, I’m sorry,” she announced.

She squirted the gel onto your belly and flicked the machine on. Swirling the wand around your belly, she turned the screen so you could see the image.

“She’s bigger than the last time I’ve seen her,” Kelly laughed, kissing your hand.

“She has grown a lot in the last month or two,” you smiled, “how’s she looking?”

“Active and growing well. Do you mind if I ask you guys something?” Dr Calhoun asked.

“Sure, is something wrong?” Kelly asked.

“Not at all. How big were you both when you were born?” She replied.

“I believe I was just under seven pounds, and I think Kelly’s mom said he was over 9 pounds. Why?” You replied.

“Your daughter is measuring larger than what we had originally thought. Almost nine and a half pounds. I’m worried about the risk of shoulder dystocia, and I’m thinking it may be easier on you and your baby if you opted for a c-section in the next week or two. A c-section isn’t an easier way out though and the recovery may be difficult.”

“But I’m only 36 weeks, shouldn’t we let her mature a little more?”

“Given her size already, she should be okay to deliver even tomorrow.”

“Kelly still has another shift left before he’s on leave. I don’t think I’m-“ you were starting to shift around on the bed.

“Babe, I’ll take some more furlough. It’ll be okay. Let’s just focus on you and the baby right now,” Kelly stroked your hair, “we’ll be okay.”

“Your baby has grown very well. I am not as worried about her progression as I am about your ability to recover and your baby’s risk of complications. I’ll give you a minute,” Dr Calhoun replied, walking towards the door, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She closed the door behind her and tears filled your eyes.

“What do you think we should do?” Kelly asked.

“If the doctor thinks this is what’s best, I think we should do it,” you wiped the tears from your eyes.

“I’m sorry I make such big babies,” he laughed, rubbing your belly.

“Just means we get to meet her sooner. I think we should do this.”

“When do you want to schedule it?”

“After your next shift. Make sure you don’t have to take any more time off.”

“I would happily take more time off for you and our little girl.”

“Thank you,” your eyes started to swell with tears of joy.

“Knock knock,” Dr Calhoun said, entering the exam room, “have you made a decision or would you like more time?”

“I think we’ve made a decision,” you smiled, “let’s do this as soon as possible.”

“Okay, I’ll leave some paperwork with the nurse at the desk. She’ll get you booked in and give you some instructions. See you both soon. Rest up. Oh and, as always, give us a call if something happens or if you have questions.”

“Thank you Doctor Calhoun.”

Dr Calhoun left the exam room and Kelly helped you change. You made your way to the front desk and booked your c-section. Saturday at 11:30am. Two days away.

Leaving the office, you felt excited. As Kelly started to drive you home, you noticed he seemed excited, but nervous.

“Hey, do you want to stop by 51 on our way home?” You asked, “to tell them the news?”

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all. Then it gives you a chance to talk to Boden.”

Kelly made a u-turn back in the direction of the firehouse. You were only a few minutes away. He smiled from ear to ear as you pulled up.

#Kelly Severide #Kelly Severide fic #Kelly Severide x reader #Kelly Severide x you #Chicago fire #Chicago fire fic #Chicago fire reader #One Chicago #one Chicago fic #Baby Severide fic

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ncityprincess · 1 year

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one last present 🎁 ♥️

pairing: yuta x y/n

plot: this is extremely corny and stereotypical but i wanted to write it anyway 😁 y/n has a sexy little christmas surprise for her boyfriend yuta. also this is very loosely based off of @neoculturecollectives Yuta role play fic series. it wasn't supposed to be a role play thing but the pieces just kinda fell into place lmaoo 😭. songs I listened to while writing this (no correlation to the story but I just wanted to add these in lol): drunk on you by jus2, square biz by Teena Marie, you calling my name by got7, blue orangeade by txt, 2 on by tinashe

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!!

“i actually have a few more presents for you. wait for me out here, i’ll be right back” you said with a sweet smile. you and yuta had gotten a little too intoxicated last night at your family’s annual christmas eve party. needless to say you two spent christmas morning and christmas afternoon knocked out cold with the curtains closed.

“more?? you already went overboard with the gifts this year, sweet pea” yuta said as he took a look at the mess of gift boxes and wrapping paper that littered the living room. it was your guys’ first christmas together in your new house. you wanted to make it extra special and memorable. “yeah yeah, mr. modest. just get nice and comfy and i’ll be back in a few.” before yuta could protest you sprang up and skipped to the bedroom. yuta shook his head, but did exactly as you asked and got to work cleaning up in the meantime.

you grabbed the hidden shopping bag from the back of your closet and pulled out the red, lacy number. you had seen this sexy lingerie set at victoria’s secret while you were out shopping one day and you just had to have it. yuta was like a starved man when it came to seeing you in lingerie. it didn’t matter much, or how little you left to the imagination. he loved seeing you dressed up in dainty little garments. you felt hot in them, he loved fucking you them. a win for all parties involved.

you stepped into the red negligée and admired the red bows on the straps. the crimson color complimented your skin nicely. you slipped on a pair of stilettos and finished off the look with some red lipstick. you took one last look at yourself in the mirror before fluffing up your hair. let the games begin, you thought to yourself.

when you opened the door you saw yuta in the kitchen throwing away the last of the wrapping paper. he had no idea what he was in for. “excuse me, can you please help me find santa’s workshop? i’m a little lost” you said in a soft, seductive voice. yuta whipped his head around and his eyes immediately went dark. you had him right where you wanted him.

“holy shit babe, what are you doing to me?” he growled. “don’t you like it? i’m like a little present you can unwrap.” you did a slow spin for him so that he could get the full essence of the outfit. yuta stalked over to you slowly, taking in your delicious curves and beauty. “of course i do, sweet pea. but why are you looking for santa when i’m right here?” yuta indulged in your little fantasy you created.

“well, i’m supposed to be with all the other presents in santa’s workshop, but i think he forgot about me” you said with faux sadness. “well shit, i’m not santa, but i can definitely use another present. you gonna let me open you up and play with you baby?” yuta ran his hands up and down your sides and stared down at you like you were his prey.

“uh huh” you bit your lip and looked up at him with the cutest doe eyes you could muster. yuta grabbed your hand and led you to the living room. “why don’t you go lay under the christmas tree for me, sweet pea? show me how pretty my little present is." you walked over toward the christmas tree with an extra sway of your hips and slowly kneeled onto the ground. yuta looked down at you and watched as you arched your back, ass high in the sky on full display. you maneuvered onto your side, resting your head on your hand and posed perfectly for your man.

“do i look pretty for you, sir?” yuta’s dick twitched in his christmas pajamas. you were being so obedient and submissive, it drove him insane. “fuckin' gorgeous, baby. but i’m not really sure how i should use you. why don’t you touch yourself for me, huh? show me how you want me to play with you.”

you wasted no time and stuck two of your fingers into your mouth, getting them nice and slick. your panties were already soaked. you needed something, anything, to relieve the pressure between your thighs. yuta watched closely as your hand slid lower and lower, before they finally landed inside your panties.

you let out a soft moan when your fingers made contact with your sensitive clit. once you felt warmed up you slid one finger inside of you, causing you to throw your head back in ecstasy. “fuck, that's it. make yourself feel real good for me.

you slid a second finger inside of you and spread your legs even wider. you wanted nothing more than to put on the best show possible for Yuta, making sure he saw everything. "can–can you play with me now? please sir?" you whined. Yuta stalked over to you and grabbed your chin firmly.

"since you're my little toy that means I own you, isn't that right baby?" you nodded your head frantically, loving how small he made you feel. "that's what I thought. now, you're gonna keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop, got it?" Yuta's dark eyes never left yours as he let go of your chin. you sped up your movements as you watched Yuta strip himself of his clothes.

soon after, Yuta pulled your hand from your panties and examined your wet fingers. your chest was heaving due to how worked up you were. he shoved your fingers in your mouth and you moaned at the earthy taste of your arousal. "hands and knees. now." you wasted no time and flipped over. Yuta ran his hands over your plush ass, and landed a harsh smack on it, causing the sound to echo in the living room. you lurched forward at the impact, and Yuta grabbed your hips back into place.

"you're running already? this isn't even the fun part yet, baby." Yuta stroked himself to full hardness, and pulled your red panties over to the side, granting him full access to your dripping hole. Yuta leaned down right next to your ear. "ready, sweet pea?" you pushed your hips back into his, hoping the action would make him enter you already. "mmm yes please sir, I need you." Yuta grazed your earlobe with his teeth and gave you another smack on your ass, chuckling at the yelp you let out.

he slowly sank his member into you, letting out a deep, guttural groan. you arched your back even deeper, bracing yourself for the fucking Yuta was about to give you. he snapped his hips forward harshly, each trust earning a throaty moan from you. "goddamn baby, are all the little fucktoys in the north pole as good as you? this pussy is so fuckin' tight" Yuta gritted out. you smiled through his rough movements. you had almost forgotten about the little scenario you guys were participating in. his dick was hitting all the right spots, it was hard for you to even formulate thoughts.

"yeah? you like playing with me, sir?" you moaned out. Yuta's grip on your hips plus the deep angle he was hitting inside of you made you see stars. "fuck yeah, you're fucking dripping baby." Yuta abruptly halted his movements, causing you to whine out. he flipped you back over onto your back. the dimness of the room and the moody lighting of the christmas tree aided in the sexy ambience of the situation. Yuta put one of your legs onto his shoulder. he felt a cold piece of metal and he looked down at your ankle. it was adorned in a silver chain anklet with a 'Y' charm dangling from it. for Yuta.

you noticed him staring at the piece of jewelry. "do you like your other present, honey?" you asked with a sly smirk. Yuta mirrored your smirk and nibbled at your calf. you felt a shock of electricity run through your body. Yuta slid right back in and wasted no time pounding you roughly. "babyyyyy fuck" you moaned out, grabbing onto your bouncing breasts that spilled out of your bra. Yuta's athleticism never ceased to amaze you. he loved nothing more than to fuck you silly while you laid back and took it.

Yuta put his thumb to your bottom lip and smudged out your red lipstick. you sucked his thumb into your mouth and stared up into his eyes. "fuck baby, you're so fuckin' sexy. can't believe you're all mine." Yuta pulled his thumb from your warm mouth and grabbed your other leg, throwing it over his shoulder. you let out a loud, high pitched moan as he folded your body in half. he put his full weight into each thrust, amplifying the sound of your bodies colliding.

you were so close you could taste it. "sir? I'm–I'm gonna cum. can I please?" you whined out desperately. "go on baby, you've been such a good girl for me. go ahead, cum. now." that's all you needed to hear. your orgasm took over your entire body, causing you to throw your head back. you let out the sexiest moan Yuta ever heard come out of your mouth, and soon after, he came with a loud groan. he buried his face in your neck as he milked out the last few drops of cum.

Yuta finally stilled his hips. you both were panting, trying to catch your breaths after that steamy session. Yuta pulled out of you slowly, and you moaned softly, still sensitive from your high. you felt his warm cum drip out of you, but Yuta used two of his fingers to push it back into you. you jerked your hips at the unexpected action. yuta slapped your pussy playfully, "have I ever told you I love you?" you let out a belly laugh, sitting up to attack him with a big hug. "did you like my present baby?" you asked sincerely. Yuta pulled away from the hug and cupped your face gently with his hands. "like?? I'm pretty sure I just emptied like 7 generations worth of kids into you." your eyes widened and you felt a rush of heat fill your face. "you're a sicko!"

the end 🎁

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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https://youtu.be/-KDS_NuXYHI

This is how I’d imagine Andy and jr ngl

Summary: Don't ever ask Andy about his business...

Warnings: Fluff, Girl!Dad Andy, Shady A.J., Cursing, Shenanigans, Brief Talk of Murder, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own.

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You're heading into the kitchen in search of an afternoon snack when you almost collide with your son, A.J. At thirteen-years-old, he's already a good head taller than your 5"2 frame. The boy was growing like a weed – with no signs of slowing down. At this rate he was going to be taller than Andy by the time he hit sixteen.

“Woah!” He , grabbing your arm in an attempt to steady you. “You really gotta start watching how you take those corners, Mom. I really thought you were about to run me over.”

“Sorry, honey. I was on a mission – need something yummy to tide me over until dinner. Preferably something crunchy.” You tell him before shaking off his hold so that you can wrap an arm around his shoulders. “We got anything good in here?”

“Probably not. RoRo ate the last of the potato chips last night.” He answers as he follows you back into the kitchen towards the pantry.

Well, that was disappointing. You’d kind of had your heart set on some salt and vinegar kettle chips. “That’s alright.” Sighing, you begin to rifle through the cupboards.

Maybe you’d munch on a few sourdough pretzel bites instead.

“Looking for the pretzels?”

“Uh huh.” You turn to stare at him over your shoulder. “Why? Don’t tell me those are gone too?”

“Yep.” He confirms. “Dad and KitCat polished ‘em off a couple days ago.”

“Seriously?” You grunt. “But everyone knows that the ones with the honey mustard seasonings are my favorite! And they still ate them?”

Wasn’t family supposed to love you enough not to eat your shit? Wasn’t that, like, a cardinal rule or something?

“Mom…I really hate to break it to you, but…” A.J. leans over to rest his forearms on the island, his expressive hazel eyes dancing with mischief. “We’re living with a bunch of heathens. And at this point, I really think they’re beyond help. They’re way too far gone.”

Now that makes you laugh.

“You’re probably just saying that because they didn’t offer you any.” You’re still chuckling as you decide to try your luck with some hummus and carrots you’d stashed in the back of the fridge.

“They were incredibly rude. Katrina flat out told me that hoped she offended my “delicate sensibilities”.” He grumbles with a snort. “And then she got mad when I asked her how many cats she planned on living with when she moved out after college.”

“Bet she didn’t like that one very much.” You mutter as you decide against the carrots in favor of some garlic pita bread.

“She didn’t. Even called me a few choice names that I’d rather not repeat. Mostly because I can’t pronounce them. And I refuse to look them up.” He sniffs, turning up his nose in mock outrage. “I told her that if she wants to insult her baby brother, then she needs to do it like a normal person.”

“Right…I’ll, uh, ask your sister to stop using the dictionary to insult you the next time I see her.” You dip a chunk of pita into your hummus before popping it in your mouth. Shit was good.

“Thank you! She’s worse than BiBi now.”

A.J. tries to steal a piece of your snack, only to pout when you slap his hand away. You boy was seriously starting to resemble Andy more and more these days, from their facial expressions to their shared mannerisms. Sometimes it was downright scary.

“You’re welcome, darling.” You’re about to shovel another bite of food into your mouth when a thought strikes you. “Mm! Speaking of Bianca, I thought she said her boyfriend was gonna stop by."

"He did." He grunts with a shrug.

That’s…odd. You think. You hadn’t heard the door while you were upstairs. And even though you’d been laying down, it wasn’t like you’d been sleeping or anything.

"What? When?" You cough as you choke down a piece of bread.

“Eh, probably about thirty minutes ago.” Comes your son’s noncommittal response. “I caught him before he could ring the bell."

And now you were doubly confused. Because A.J. never really seemed to care about the boys his sisters brought around. In fact, he mostly ignored them unless they brought food or wanted to talk about video games. Otherwise, he just stared at them without blinking until his foe got too uncomfortable.

"Good thing you were by the door, I guess.” You motion for him to hand you a bottle of water sitting on the edge of the counter so that you can wash down your snack. “But where is he now?"

Another shrug. And then he looks off in the direction of the yard.

“Dad took him out back. Might’ve said something about wanting to show him the new shed."

“But A.J., sweetheart, we’ve had that shed for over a year now.” Okay, you were officially confused. What wasn’t he telling you? And where was BiBi’s boyfriend?

“It’s new to Eddie.” He looks back at you with unrepentant eyes before striding over to the refrigerator to grab himself a couple of black cherry sodas.

“Could’ve sworn his name was Everett, but –” You force yourself to stop and think about what your son just said. “Wait a minute! Why the hell did your father take him back there?” You quickly reach for a paper towel to wipe your hands.

This was not good.

“Honestly, mom…” A.J. pauses to crack open his drink. “It's best if you don't know. Dad says plausible deniability is always the way to go in these kinds of situations.” He takes a deep pull from the can before letting out a small burp. “Sorry.”

Your feelings of concern were slowly morphing into panic.

"W-what situation? What happened with your Dad and Everett?" You look and sound as if you’re prepared to shake somebody, which prompts him to take several steps away from you. Your son was smart enough to know to keep himself out of snatching distance.

“A word to the wise, mother. Never ask us about our business." With that, he spins on his heel prepared to walk away. “This conversation never happened."

Of course Andy picks that particular moment to join both you and your boy in the kitchen, draping a heavy arm atop his shoulder. By all appearances, he looks like he’s been busy toiling in the yard. And he’s rocking the dirty smudges to prove it.

“Andrew – what is going on?" Your wide eyes flit back and forth between your husband and son, waiting for one of them to break. “And where is Everett?”

“I tried to tell her, Dad.” Your son murmurs. Without missing a beat, A.J. hands his father the other unopened can of soda, which he graciously accepts.

“I know, son. And it’s nothing, sweetheart. BiBi’s friend, Elliott, just stopped by to tell us that he’s gonna have to miss our barbecue on the seventeenth. Something about choosing to study abroad in Russia. Nice kid. Sent him along with well wishes to his family and prayers for a safe flight.” He offers you a one armed shrug coupled with an all-too innocent grin, letting you know that he’s over this entire conversation.

“But why would you –?” Shit. “I thought he was gonna spend the summer working for his Uncle in Salem? What did you do to him?”

Just how much damage control were you going to have to do here?

Andy clears his throat as he sips his soda. “Listen to the boy.” He gives A.J.’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “And please, my love, don’t ever ask us about our business.”

“But I thought…” You look away for a second, squinting at your sock covered feet while you collect your thoughts and puzzle this out. “Why would you –?”

You turn back to them, only to discover that they’re long gone. Groaning, you fetch some tylenol from a nearby cabinet and toss it back. And then you go off to find your shoes.

Time to check the backyard.

As long as that poor young man wasn’t somewhere buried in your garden, you’d leave your Barber Boys to their freaking business. But until then, well…

Your family might as well start calling you Nancy fucking Drew.

END

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silent-sanctum · 1 year

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A Slice of Morioh: Gifts for You

♡ I said I'll be doing 4taro's birthday fic so here we are ^^ Oh and since it takes place during DIU, might as well add it to the ASoM au ♡

word count: 2.1k

With some stroke of luck, 2 remarkable moments so happened to coincide on the same date—you found out that you were expecting, and that the results just so happened to come out on the day of your husband’s birthday.

Fortunately, Jotaro woke earlier in the day and was either holed in his office doing his thesis or out attending to Stand user matters when you got up feeling nauseated and ended throwing up all your dinner into the toilet.

“I’m gonna be a big sister?!” Jolyne, still in her pajamas, exclaimed in enthusiasm.

You shushed her quick and tossed a quick glance towards the office and the front door where her father could possibly enter from. “That’s right pearl, but I’m going to need you to be quiet for the entire day and not tell papa. I’ll be surprising him with the news after dinner,” you said with a wink that the child caught onto fast.

She giggled and grinned, placing an index finger over her mouth to mimic shushing.

“I’ll be telling Grandpa Joestar about this in a bit so he can watch you while I prepare everything for the dinner date. So, I need you to help him be quiet about mama’s gift for papa. You know how he tends to be in his elderly chatter self at times around his grandson.”

The little girl saluted with a puffed-out chest and cheeks. “Will do!”

And so, with the secret exchanged between mother and daughter, as well as granddaughter-in-law to grandfather-in-law, your day turned busy juggling between setting up the necessary stuff for the surprise while making sure your spouse doesn’t notice anything suspicious.

You made sure to greet Jotaro both a good morning and a loving “happy birthday” as he walked out of his workplace with a coffee mug in hand, hair still a bit of a mess from waking up. He smiled and mumbled a quiet “thanks” at the gesture, mood doubling up when his daughter ran up to him with a more eager birthday greeting.

Under the pretense of helping Koichi with dating life, added with the celebrant’s schedule being focused on academia, you left Jolyne with Mr. Joestar as you headed out to prepare.

By 10 in the morning, you bought a small gift box and a bunch of filler paper from an available store. By lunch, you stopped by Koichi’s place and readied the present after breaking the news to the kid. At the same time, you phoned your husband to check-up what they were doing at the hotel.

You panicked a bit at Jotaro’s mention of Jolyne being a bit too chatty when the old man’s trying to talk about something, though he did tell you that it was she was probably just a bit too excited for her father’s special day. Damn him and his keen observation skills.

By 3 in the afternoon, you dropped by Tonio’s restaurant and told the chef about the dinner date and that you wanted to book the place for the event. Naturally supportive, he agreed with a hearty “yes” and without further hustle, you two began discussing the menu to be served for later...

Without including Pearl Jam’s ability infused in the dish. The last thing you wanted in a romantic evening is for someone’s body part to warp or for an organ to burst out of the body.

You also managed to rope in Josuke, Koichi, and Okuyasu into helping setting up the restaurant’s walls and interior to set the atmosphere.

By 5, the venue was set and reserved, ready to welcome Morioh’s power couple with open arms. All that remained was to get ready and bring the birthday celebrant to the place.

You came back to the hotel and immediately informed your husband and daughter that they’ll be dining out at Tonio’s. Jolyne sprung into action and dashed to her room to get changed, while Jotaro nodded and joined you in your room to change as well.

He had asked whether Mr. Joestar and the baby were coming and you reassured him that the elderly-baby duo would be dining with Josuke and his mother while the family was celebrating elsewhere.

By 6, everyone was dressed to impress—your daughter in her favorite mint green dress that balloons at the skirt, you in a simple beige dress overlaying a white turtleneck and black leggings, and your husband in a white unbuttoned suit over his black turtleneck, changing from his usual go-to long coats and leaving behind the hat.

And by 7, your family arrived at the venue with Tonio greeting you by the front doors and welcoming you in just as a good host is to his guests.

The night went on smoothly according to plan, with the chef impressing both of you with a menu composing of a caprese salad as the appetizer, chicken cacciatore and spaghetti alla carbonara as the main dishes, with sweet tiramisu as dessert to finish of the meal, all of which were accompanied with a glass of red wine for Jotaro and sparkling water for yourself.

He was also kind enough to give Jolyne a separate menu consisting of roasted potatoes, lasagna, and chocolate gelato, with sparkling water as her complementary drink.

Throughout dinner, you couldn’t help but keep throwing glances at Jotaro with every bite of his dish, taken aback at how he’s able to look so poised and stunning when all he’s doing was slicing a piece of meat. Back then during your youth, you recalled the same man being the image depicting the antithesis of formality, walking out of overpriced restaurants with rude mannerisms and crass words.

Blink back to reality and the same teenager now sat in front of you, dressed sharp in semi-formal wear and slicked back hair, calmly enjoying an expensive-looking dinner with a certain class in him as he used his knife and fork. How he closes his eyes as he bit into his meal, a subtle hum indicating he was savoring the flavor of Tonio’s well-made dishes.

God, he’s so charming. Eventually, he caught you staring and with a cocked brow, you immediately looked away, focusing on your dish rather than admiring your husband. Though through the corner of your eyes, the latter smiled and a faint pink bloomed on his cheeks, finding your admiration to him endearing.

You found a piece of chicken on your pasta a minute later, recognizing this as your spouse’s way of telling you that he appreciated you. In return, you twirled a decent amount of creamy spaghetti around your fork before offering it to him.

The latter cocked his head and accepted the offer with no hesitation, leaning forward to take the pasta into his mouth.

You two ended up sharing bits of your dinner to your daughter as well once she started to pout at the growing lovey-dovey air the both of you were exuding.

By 8, your heart raced in anticipation, knowing it was time to give him his present and break the news. Jolyne, having told what to do beforehand, excused herself to go the restroom, leaving you with Jotaro on the table.

“Tonight, was great.” You watched your husband pat his mouth clean, his dinner course finished. “I’m glad you prepared all of this for me. Thank you,” he said with a smile clear on his face. “Though, I had a feeling you were going to surprise me with a romantic night out with Jolyne coming.”

That’s not all of the surprises though. You pouted despite the growing weight of his last gift hidden inside your bag. “Oh? What gave it away?”

“I know my wife would go out of her way to prepare me something nice and sweet every time it’s a special occasion,” he huffed, crossing his arms. “It’s predictable… but in a good way.”

“Does her interrupting Mr. Joestar constantly contribute to your hunches?”

He nodded. “Knew you two were up to something, though I still thought what Jolyne did was cute so I paid no attention.”

Deep down, you let out a sigh of relief. Good thing I planned this entire night-out event. At least his suspicions would be leaning more onto that rather than—

“Oh! One more thing!” You reached down to get your back, fumbling inside until you grasped the familiar small box among your things. “I have one more gift for you.”

“Two surprise presents for one birthday?” Jotaro tilted his head, intrigued. “Did I do something special without me realizing?”

Immediately, your cheeks fumed as your mind went to… naughtier places but you shook your head. “Nope. I just felt like I wanted to give you a tiny bonus for your hard work Mr. Kujo.”

He chuckled. “Alright. I’m curious.”

Okay… this is it. Deep breaths. You withdrew the box out of your bag and brought it over to the birthday celebrant with two hands. “Here you go~” Your husband cocked his brow and took it off your hold. You leaned back and took another deep breath, anticipating for whatever his reaction’s going to be towards your gift.

There was no reason to be nervous. Even before Jolyne had been conceived, Jotaro reassured you that no matter the results, he would provide unconditional support the best way he can. And after knowing you were pregnant with your daughter; surprise was the first reaction he had that slowly melted into happiness.

He was anxious back then but was willing to learn for the both of you.

Years later and he’s now more experienced as a 28-year-old father to a happy and healthy 7-year-old little girl.

Your fingers fidgeted with each other as he untied the silk ribbon holding it close, and you paused when he lifted the lid away, revealing the content inside—a positive pregnancy test amidst a pool of white filler paper.

His eyes widened, setting down the box and pulling out the stick to view it closer as if in disbelief. When he turned to you with the same stunned expression, you smiled. “Surprise~”

Silence. And then a grate of steel against the floor tiles.

You watched Jotaro stand and walk over to you with stride. All of a sudden, you had hands cup your cheeks as a pair of lips kissed your forehead followed by your smaller figure engulfed in his warm embrace. “Love?”

He said nothing, opting to nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck. You huffed and wrapped your arms around him, patting his back from time to time. “I’m taking this reaction as a good thing, yeah?”

He nodded.

You pulled back by a bit to hold his face in your palms, and seeing his shining aquamarine eyes and flushed cheeks, you could tell he was genuinely happy about the news. You cooed and bumped your forehead with his. “Are you happy with the gift?”

Jotaro overlaid his hand over yours, closing his eyes to spare him from tearing up further at the sight of you. “Very much.” He grasped both your hands and brought them over to your abdomen. “Thank you.”

You responded to his words with a quick kiss on his lips.

“Happy birthday papa!” Both of you turned to see Jolyne bolting out of the kitchen door with another gift box in her arms while Tonio stood by watching the scene unfold before him. Stopping beside her father, she lifted her present to him.

Jotaro huffed and set her gift on the table. He brought his chair over before picking her up and letting his daughter sit on his lap. Together, he opened her gift to reveal a rolled-up drawing of her family and a couple of golden pins for him to add onto his coats.

He thanked Jolyne and got a hug and a happy giggle from her in return.

“So,” you said with a cheeky smile. “Boy or girl?”

“You know I’m fine with either,” he said.

“No~ I know you have a slight preference. Come on, tell me love~”

Jotaro grumbled and raised his hand to supposedly tip his hat over his flushed face, only to realize he left it at home. He cleared his throat and awkwardly placed his hand down on his lap. “Uh… girl…”

The little girl gasped in delight. “I’d like a sister too papa!”

You rose a brow and scooted closer to your spouse. “What’s this? My husband wants to have another daughter?” You leaned your head on his shoulder and poked his cheek. “A 3 woman and 1 man family? What a surprise~”

Jolyne leaned her head on his other shoulder, laughing. “Papa’s a big softie for us!”

“You two--” Jotaro sighed, smiling endearingly at the two of you. “Ah good grief.”

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo #jolyne cujoh

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Lovers & Strangers - Chapter 9

I wake to my phone ringing on the table beside the bed. I reach over and grab it turning it over, revealing my mothers contact. I check the time, 9:08am. Fuck. I told myself I was going to go to my 9:30 class today. I quickly jump out of bed and grab one of Ethan’s hoodies along with a pair of his sweatpants then brush my teeth quickly before grabbing a baby wipe to wipe yesterday's makeup off as I walk down the stairs. As I reach the bottom Ethan is heading out of the kitchen towards the door. He gives me a weird look when he sees me. “Isn’t it a little early to be up?” He says and I ignore his question

“Can you drive me to class?” I ask knowing he is on his way to his.

“I don’t have time to stop at your house and get your stuff” he says

“It’s fine, I’ll just get a pen or something from Luca” I say referring to the older Fantilli brother I share my first class with on Mondays

“Sure, I’m leaving right now though” he says walking to the door and I follow him

The car ride was silent which wasn’t normal for us.. it was almost uncomfortable. I try to think of something to say but decide against it because if he wanted to talk he would. I throw my hair in a bun and Ethan looks over then back at the road before doing a double take. I notice him at the corner of my eye and look over at him with a questioning look. “What’s on your neck?” He says. I immediately bring my hand up to cover my neck before flipping down the passenger seat mirror.

The mirror reveals a big hickey in the most inconvenient spot. Not close enough for the hoodie to cover and closer to the front of my neck. “Put your hair back down” is all he says as his hands grip tighter around the wheel. I can tell that he knows he didn’t give me it, so I can’t even try convince him he did. I didn’t even bother speaking the rest of the drive.

When we arrived to the school, Ethan got out and started making his way to class. I stood there as he walked passed me and turned to watch his back as he walked away, “uh bye?” I say but Ethan doesn’t turn around.

I shake my head and walk the opposite direction as my class is at the other side of campus. I don’t even bother speed walking because I know I am going to be late anyway. When I do make it to my 9:30 class a little after it started, I walk up the row and find a seat beside Luca. “Fancy seeing you here” Luca laughs, “you look rough” he snorts

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Do you have a pen and paper? And can you share your textbook with me?” I ask him and he chuckles

“Sure,” he says, bending over to search his bag then comes back up putting a pen and paper on the table he opens then he slides his textbook over so it is now between the two of us, “how do you not have a textbook… there is like two classes left” he says and I shrug

At the end of class the prof starts talking about the exam and how he is pulling a lot of the questions from the midterm and added a little more questions based on topics we learned after. My eyes go wide when I hear the word midterm.

“Midterm?” I question looking at Luca

“Yeah it was like two weeks ago”

“This class had a midterm?” I ask him

“It’s on the syllabus” he snorts

“Oh no!” I say and bury my head into my arms on the table, “I’m definitely going on academic probation”

“Well, not to be a jackass but you’ve only come to like 2 classes… in January”

The class ends, and I make my way up to catch my prof before he leaves. I ended up asking him what I could do to improve my mark and he gave me the same old ‘showing up to class is the first step’ speech. By the end of our conversation I was able to convince him to let me take the midterm… but he said the only day he could allow me to do that is Friday afternoon. ‘Looks like I’m not going to Pennsylvania’ I think to myself.

My next class was with Nicole and Khloe so I wasn’t worried about playing catch up in the class as they go to every one. As I sit I look at them and sigh, they look back with a questioning look inviting me to tell them what’s up. “There wasn’t a midterm in this class was there?” I ask

“No just essays and online discussions” Khloe says and I nod

“Okay good, so I’m doing okay then” I say.

“Welcome back to class” Nicole says laughing and I roll my eyes with a chuckle

“I can’t be on academic probation or I can’t come back next year. My parents won’t pay for it” I say then look at Nicole, “how do you end up doing so well in school… if when I go out, so do you?”

“I’m on A-train” she smiles at me and I give her a confused look

“Adderall” Khloe clarifies rolling her eyes

“It helps a lot, it’s like academic coke” she says chuckling with Khloe

“So drugs?” I question crossing my arms leaning back in my seat thinking that Ethan would definitely catch me taking that.

“Well yeah, but not really. It’s definitely safe. Doctors wouldn’t prescribe it if it wasn’t” Nicole defends herself

“Nicole, doctors prescribe morphine and oxy” Khloe says

“Where do you get it?” I say showing my interest

“Okay so you can go to your doctor and convince them you have ADHD, which I know some people do. Or there is this guy, his name is Caleb. He hooks me up with stuff at parties too” Nicole says searching his phone for his number.

“Parties?” I question her, “like molly?”

“Yeah maybe LSD, but only sometimes though. Definitely not an every weekend thing” she says still searching for his number

“You don’t have to look there is no way he will give me any”

“Well you have to pay for it, he won't just give it to you” she says as if I’m dumb, the professor starts to teach the class and I lean in and whisper to the two girls

“No he won’t sell to ME, I will tell you after” I tell them earning some intrigued looks.

After class, Nicole, Khloe and I decide to stay on campus and meet Savannah and Cassidy at the library to start finishing essays and studying for finals which are right around the corner. When we get there and we all sit at a table Nicole is first to speak. “Okay spill” she says looking at me

“Caleb sold me Molly at the frat party last Sunday, and then slipped three in my mouth last night. Ethan told Mark about last Sunday though so I guess they were both watching and Mark sorta punched Caleb last night” I explain and they all look around the table confused

“Mark? Like Mark Estapa?” Khloe questions first and I nod

“Doesn’t he like hate you?” Cassidy asks with the confused look still on her face

“Yeah I thought, but-“

“So you guys are definitely fucking” savannah says. I literally don’t know how she is guessing all this. First her prediction with Ethan and now Mark.

“No, can we study now?” I say awkwardly, wanted to change the conversation.

We study for a bite before I lean down and rest my head on the table and groan. “I’m too tired, and stupid for this” I mumble.

“I’ll text Caleb myself then. I’ll say it’s for Khlo, just give give me cash” she smiles

“I’ll get you the same as what I get, 45mg. You’ll feel a little tingly too, it’s great! And you will get drunk way faster!” She enthuses

“She needs it for school, Nic” Cassidy says rolling her eyes then looks at me, “right?”

“Yes, just school”

“No fun, but yeah just sent him a text, it’s $20 a pill but if we buy a bottle of 30 it’s like $250, wanna splitsy?” She says

“Sounds good!”

“$20 a pill is $600 for 30… why is he giving it so cheap?” Savannah asks

“That doesn’t sound right” Cassidy agrees

“I don’t know… he is kinda a creep. He thinks girls will sleep with him if he gives them a deal” Nicole says very nonchalantly

“He hasn’t like- tried-“ I start to question thinking about the real reason Mark punched him out

“No, never!” She says, “I heard he tries to like force himself on girlies at parties though”

“And you buy from that? Are you crazy?” Cassidy asks shockingly

“He is harmless” she says but I stay quiet. Her phone dings and she picks it up. “Okay so he said, he has a bottle on him and will bring it to me now!”

I smile as I watch some of the juniors from Ethan’s team walk in. They wave to me and I wave back before continuing to try and study. As I’m studying, I take a break and look around to see Mark and Ethan had both joined them along with a couple freshmen.

“Caleb can’t come to the table” I say just as he walks in the library. I look over to see both Ethan and Mark turn their chairs at the entrance where Caleb just walked in staring him down.

“Oh Mark” Khloe says looking at the huge bruise Caleb sports around his eye and cheek. I look at Caleb for a second as he spots Ethan and Mark staring at him. The stupid guy keeps walking towards us though.

“Oh boy” I say as he approaches. I look over to Ethan and shake my head as if to say ‘don’t do anything stupid’. Caleb comes over and leans on the table looking at me first.

“Hey beautiful, let me know when you want to finish your payment. I can meet you in the bathroom now if you’d like” he says, making me sick to my stomach. That’s when I look at Ethan again, this time with help written across my face. Mark stands up seeing my face quickly coming over and turning him around to face him,

“Hey buddy, I thought I’d be done with you after last night. I don’t mind making your eyes match”

“Hit me” Caleb says laughing but Holtzy who was close behind steps in,

“Alright, we are done here” he says pushing Mark away, then looks at Caleb, “now why don’t you leave these ladies alone”. Caleb flips out his bottom lip and nods while stepping away

“I know I’ll be seeing you around you drunk whore” he says looking at me turning around.

“I can't wait till I see you again, you piece of shit!” Mark yells behind him as Holtzy and now Ethan hold him back.

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #umich hockey imagine #umich imagine #umich hockey #ethan edwards #ethan edwards imagine

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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Hii.. do you take requests? I wish you do but if you dont, then youre completely free to ignore this🤗. So i was thinking, well mostly inspired by this reel on instagram wheŕe people show their 2 kids. The first who is like the sweetest kid that makes you wanna have lots of kid and then the 2nd kid who is the complete opposite. That one reel with 'im high on crack' lyric?😆.

Maybe a Bob x reader where the 1st kid is a carbon copy of Bob's, the sweetness, the look, everything and the 2nd kid took after the reader's ?

God, im so sorry my explanation is a mess.. and thank u so much 💖💖

hiya! ok now - i don’t take request for Bob (stating this so i don’t start getting them 🫣, but i’ll do this one as a 5 sentence baby blurb! - even though i have no ides what reel this is 😂, so forgive me if something is weird in the blurb). also idk if i am messing Bob up 😵‍💫

@bob writers - i know ya’ll are out there, help us out.

It happens, suddenly, and all at once, the tranquil afternoon in the sun busted by a loud shriek, a kiddy war cry, which is followed up with a scream as your two children go streaking across the garden. You feel droplets of water hit your legs as your second child, your daughter, your mini-me, pumps her water gun, waving it blindly around as she chases after your son, the sweet boy a carbon copy of your husband. You hear him chuckle ruefully as the chase continues to the end of the garden, and you turn your head to meet his twinkling eyes - the blue made me obvious by his choice of contacts for the day out in the sun.

“She takes after you,” he says as you both turn back to watch your daughter chase intently after her brother, screeching almost like a pterodactyl; there is laughter on your lips, and you put your book down beneath your chair before scrambling to a stand.

“Baby, I think Dad wants in on the fun,” you call out as three heads turn to you - your husband, innocent, wide eyed and betrayed; your son mouth open in slight shock; and your daughter, eyes glinting with excitement as she charges over water gun blazing - you run out of the way.

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd x y/n #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x you #robert floyed x reader #robert floyed x y/n #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #not cm #kj’s 5 sentence baby blurbs!

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k-s-morgan · 1 year

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So, the first month of the year has passed! For Ukraine, it brought multiple bombings and some large-scale tragedies. On January 14, Saturday afternoon, a holiday when most people are at home, one of the Ruzzian missiles hit an apartment complex in Dnipro city. About 50 people died; even more were hospitalized. Many pets died as well, with only some of them being rescued. There are videos with people screaming under the ruins; videos of rescue and devastating findings. And this is just one building in one city.

Cities like Kharkiv and Zaporizhia; destroyed cities like Mariupol and Severodonetsk - this same tragedy happened there repeatedly. Just like in other cities of Ukraine, including my own. People lose everything, and over what? No one can give a satisfying answer because there isn't any. This war takes the descriptor "senseless" to a new level.

This is why every air raid makes my blood go cold. All you have left to do is sit there, listen for explosions, and hope that your own home won't become your grave.

Good things happened, too: Ukraine got great help from other countries. For myself, I reunited with my father: we spent some lovely days together. And despite Ruzzians' attempts to ruin our January holidays, my family spent them happily - as much as it’s possible in times like these.

I caught a new pigeon back on New Year: she's feeling better now, so here's a pic. (She’s also shy, so it’s difficult to take a good picture of her!)

As you see, the poor baby has a split beak, which complicates her ability to eat; one of her legs wasn't working and she had pneumonia. Fortunately, the latter two issues are half-gone! The meds are helping and she's feeling much better now. I hope she makes full recovery.

As I will always do it, I want to thank every person who keeps supporting me. Through comments, asks, Patreon, messages - it's all so valuable to me and I'm really grateful. This inspired my writing by a lot, so I managed to write more this year.

Patreon in particular helped me get an idea: for the first time since the war started, I decided to make a long-term plan. I want to have 2 weeks of vacation with my Mom this summer - to spend them outside of Ukraine, in a safe country where I wouldn't have to worry all the time. I really, really need to rest mentally and physically, but even more, I found that having a plan like this, for a distant future, helps a lot emotionally. My city is currently safe from active war actions, air raids are the biggest threat, but the fear is always there anyway, along with the thoughts about death. So having a date for my vacation in mind, the city I'd like to visit, the show I'll re-watch with my Mom when we get there - this makes me feel like my future is less vague and like I have something solid to look forward to. I'm very excited about this plan and I hope I'll be able to realize it!

Thank you all for being here again. And here's a pic of two of my idiot boys, Laoriy and Tom, to end this post on the loveliest possible note)

#personal #ukraine #dnipro #kyiv #russia is a terrorist state

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Mother Miranda lactation fic part 2

I’ve been fixated on Miranda lately and needed to write this. Read the first part here! Let’s get into it!

Miranda has been such an amazing mommy. She always tends to your needs before her own and she loves getting to take care of you.

One day, you sleep in much longer than usual. Miranda knows you were tired yesterday, judging by how long your afternoon nap was, so she decides to let you sleep in.

While you sleep, Miranda tries to get a few things done around the house, but… After a while, her breasts are incredibly engorged and tender. It’s all she can focus on. She typically feeds you first thing in the morning and then gets to work on daily tasks. Her body knows that her little one hasn’t eaten yet and it seems to be intent on letting her know.

Miranda waits a few more minutes to see if you begin to wake up on your own, but nothing. She sighs and decides she’ll have to wake you up herself.

Miranda softly slips into her bed and stares adoringly at you as she rubs your back. “Good morning, my darling,” Miranda gently says as she kisses your head.

You grunt and roll over to bury your face in her chest. You do not want to get up and Miranda smells so good… You just want to cuddle.

Miranda chuckles and holds you against her, running her fingers through your hair. “Are you sleepy, baby?” She asks.

You nod your head.

“Well, mommy needs to feed you, lovey. Can you sit up a bit?” She asks.

You whine and pull back to look at her, protesting. Now that you’re a bit more awake, you realize that you don’t feel very good and you’re not hungry.

Miranda quirks her eyebrows in concern. You are rarely fussy. Could you be getting sick? She looks down at you and places the back of her hand on your forehead. You’re definitely warm. “Does anything hurt, baby?” She asks, her mind working hard to see how to best help you.

You point to your throat and tuck your head under Miranda’s chin. You feel like you’re freezing but her warmth is intoxicating.

Miranda coos sadly at you. “Don’t worry, my love. Mommy will make you feel better.” She soothes. She wraps you up in a blanket before she picks you up and carries you into the other room. She gently sets you on the couch and kisses your cheek. “Wait right here, baby. Mommy will be right back.” She tells you.

As you wait on the couch, your mind drifts in and out of sleep. You feel so tired and achy, and your throat is starting to hurt more. You can hear Miranda moving around in the kitchen, and soon enough, she comes back with some medicine.

“Okay, my darling, take this for mommy,” Miranda says, holding out a spoonful of cold medicine.

You scrunch your nose at it but open your mouth and let her give it to you. Your face screws up in disgust at the taste.

Miranda wipes your mouth gently. “I know, my love. It tastes yucky, doesn’t it?” She sympathizes.

You nod and slump against the back of the sofa.

“Aww, it’s okay, Y/N. Mommy’s here. I’ll make you feel all better.” She promises and picks you up before settling you on her lap.

Miranda begins to gently rub circles on your back as she hums a soft tune. The sound of her voice and the warmth of her embrace soothes you and you slowly drift back to sleep in her arms.

When you wake up again, you feel much better. The medicine has started to work and your throat doesn’t hurt as much. You sit up and rub your eyes, looking around the room. You’re still on Miranda’s lap and she is watching you with a smile on her face.

“Good morning again, baby. Are you feeling any better?” She asks.

You give her a small smile and nod.

Miranda holds you a bit closer. “I’m glad, my love. You had mommy worried for a little while.” She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re my special little one, Y/N. Mommy will always take care of you, no matter what.”

You snuggle closer to her, feeling safe and loved in her arms.

“I love you, my darling,” Miranda says, holding you close. “Now, let’s get you something to eat,” She suggests. Miranda begins unbuttoning her top and undoes her bra. She sighs at the relief in her aching breasts. “Here we go, little one,” Miranda says gently. She lies your head on her chest and puts her nipple in your mouth.

You suckle hungrily, wanting to get the yucky taste of the medicine that’s still lingering out of your mouth.

Miranda bounces her leg as she rocks you carefully. “Good job, baby,” She praises and buries her face in your hair. The sound of your suckling brings Miranda great satisfaction. She knows she’s feeding her baby and it makes her feel so good.

You’re so grateful for Miranda. You reach a little hand up and cup her face lovingly.

Miranda chuckles and holds your hand against her cheek. “I love you too, baby,” She says.

The two of you bask in each other’s presence. Today wasn’t bad after all, not with your mommy taking excellent care of you.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #mother miranda #mother miranda x y/n #mother miranda x reader #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 shitpost #lactation #breastfeeding #age regression #nonsexual age regression

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ssareids-coffee · 2 years

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unrequited

hotch x reader series [part 4]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

{the one where he finally realises they are his kids and realises how much he fucked up}

once you put the twins down for bed that evening, you had a chance to process what happened properly. curled up on your sofa with a glass of wine as you cry softly so you don’t wake the babies, laptop open and looking through old photos of your friendship with aaron. you missed him, you had always known you did but seeing him today, hearing his voice, his laugh- it was too much. since him leaving you were barely back on your feet, this having thrown you off completely. deciding to stop wallowing, you pick up the phone and call meredith, filling her and derek in on what happened that day as you settled in for a long and emotional night.

: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･aaron’s povﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

jack was down for the night, he was sat with a whiskey in one hand as he picked up the phone with the other. dialling rossis number as he took a large swig of his drink, waiting for his friend to answer.

“aaron, how are you feeling?” he asked, prepared to continue the conversation from where they left off that afternoon.

“she has twins dave” he sighs, closing his eyes and leaning on the back of his sofa exasperatedly.

“who? y/n?”

“i saw her when i was collecting jack, she has twins at the nursery attached to the school- fucking twins”

“twins? how old?” rossi asked sympathetically, unsure what else to say to comfort his friend.

“about 10 months, dave she looked so beautiful with those kids, i always knew she would be a wonderful mum i just can’t believe i wasn’t there to see it” he sighed, desperately trying to stay composed and quiet so he wouldn’t wake jack.

“you mean you can’t believe you aren’t parenting with her, don’t kid yourself aaron” rossi half-laughed.

“she said the dad isn’t around, she is a surgeon and a single mum of twins? dave i swear to god if i find out what son of a bitch knocked her up and left her like that i’m going to kill them” he all but growled, even after all this time of trying to convince himself that you not being in his life was best, he couldn’t help but still be protective over you.

“well, if they are less than a year then- aaron” dave paused suddenly “you slept with her, what, less than two years ago?”

“yeah something like that, it was december time so in abour 4 months” he replied, acting as though he didn’t know almost the exact number of days it has been since he touched you.

“aaron, did it ever occur to you that those kids are yours?” he freezes, the question taking him complete off guard, having another large sip of his drink before replying.

“there’s no way dave, she would have told me”

“would she? aaron, you told her never to contact you again and blocked her number, she couldn’t have even if she wanted too”

“no, she would have come to see me at home and tell me if they were mine-“

“the house you shared with your ex wife? that you told her you were getting back together with? don’t be stupid aaron” dave replies, cutting him off quickly. he sits, thinks about how the timing is almost too perfect, how one of the babies looked so like jack did and how neither of you bothered to stop for protection when you finally slept together.

“shit- dave, what have i done? i need to go see her”

“i’m on my way, i’ll watch jack for you”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･your pov･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

after a long call with mer, you finally hung up to let them sleep as derek was getting very grumpy from how tired he was. settling into your sofa as you tried to relax and forget about your day, about him, you were interrupted by loud knocking on your door. desperate to not wake up the twins you practically ran to the door, opening it quietly to see what was wrong. you freeze as you open the door, being met with a very upset looking aaron.

“what are you doing aaron? your going to wake the twins and my neighbours!” you whispered angrily as you tried to process what was happening.

“are they mine?”

“what?”

“are the twins mine” shit. with your eyes threatening to fill with tears again, you sighed.

“come inside, but please be quiet, the twins are fussy right now and will be a nightmare to put back down” he followed you into your apartment, noticing that not much had changed since he was last there accept for the baby photos and toys strewn over the floor. closing the door behind him, you walked over to your kitchen and grabbed you both a glass of water, handing one to him quietly.

“y/n, are they mine?” he exclaimed, trying his hardest to lower his volume as you sat down on your sofa with him.

“yes” you replied simply, letting out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.

“i- i don’t understand, how could you not tell me?-“

“aaron, you don’t get to do that- how could i have told you? you told me you never wanted to see me again, i tried to text you asking to talk but you fucking blocked me” voice shaky with emotion.

“you could have tried- i had two other kids and you were just going to let me live without being in their lives?” anger and hurt evident in his voice.

“what? turned up to your house that you share with haley and tell you that you knocked me up?” letting out a breathy laugh at the thought. “you don’t get to make this about you, do you have any idea how hard this has been for me? you left- my best friend fucking left and i had to do this alone. i had no partner to come to scans with me, to find out it was twins, to cry next to me as i have his babies! don’t get me wrong, meredith did everything she could but nothing could compare to what it would have been like having you there- aaron” you cut yourself off with a sob, putting your head in your hands as you dealt with the pain and relief of finally telling him this. aaron pulls you in for a hug, expecting you to refuse but you fall into his arms and cry. he still smells like home.

“y/n, im sorry, im so sorry i put you in that position. i was a idiot- i still am an idiot” he laughed breathily “i didn’t want to get back together with haley really, i couldn’t bare to admit i was in love with you, i couldn’t bare the thought if you telling me it was a mistake so i had to go around pretending i’m just your friend when all i want to do is kiss you” you raise your head so you meet his gaze.

“you loved me?” voice small as though you were scared of the response.

“i love you” he whispers, eyes filling with tears.

“i have always loved you aaron” you reply, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. it’s filled with love, pain and emotion like you had never felt before. he pulls away slowly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“as much as i want to kiss you until the sun comes up, please can i meet my kids? can you tell me about them? show me the ultrasound photos, everything? i want to know them, god i didn’t even know their names!” he laughs, still in disbelief.

“maeve merideth y/l/n-hotchner and arlo jack y/l/n-hotchner” smiling at him softly as you finally got to share the children you created with him.

“hotchner? they have my name?” he smiles, wiping a tear away from his eye “i have a daughter? and another son?”

“always wanted them to have a part of you that i couldn’t give them, but your here now” getting up and walking to a cupboard, pulling out a large box before sitting back beside him.

“this is everything, every scan, every pregnancy test, even the little hospital bracelets” you smiled “photos from every mile stone, i want to show you it all, if you’ll let me?”

“yes, i want to meet my kids”

･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧ ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧

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@realdirectionx

@angelmather1

@ana-kat-evergreen

@elhotchner

@ah-blossom

[an: hi!! thinking there will be another two parts to this series, the next one being them going through the box and him meeting the babies and then the one after that being the final one! what do you think!]

#aaron hotchner smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotch series #aaron hotchner angst

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adriannamunson · 2 years

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VHS Player

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

SUMMARY: A movie (not) date with Steve may just ignite both of your hidden feelings.

A/N: I got Harrington baby fever. Potential pt. 1 out of 2

WARNINGS: fluff, flirting, back to the future, a bit of tension and simping

WORD COUNT: 3.1 k

To say you were pissed with how Saturday was going would be an understatement. You had the whole house to yourself, bought a bunch of snacks and drinks. All in the name of Back to the Future.

But your stinking VHS player was bugging like crazy, of course it wasn’t the tape, it was your player. The tape was pristine and new, while the player was on its last leg.

So, as much as you hated it, you unplugged the VHS you got in your car. Trying to find an open technology shop in order to see if anyone could do anything for your shitty VHS player.

Unfortunately, there were none open today. The only thing closest to a technician you can get was Family Video.

Pulling up to the curb in front of the store, you got out of your car begrudgingly.

Since it was a Saturday afternoon, there were a ton of people. You try to push pass the couples, teenagers and even hopeless singles, making your way to the counter. It was a struggle since the heavy VHS player in your hands was weighing you down.

“Excuse me.” You rang the bell a couple times before a familiar face turned around.

Steve Harrington, hair fluffed and face as perfect as ever. You guys were in the same clique when he was still in Hawkins High. Granted you were a year lower than him but, your group was made up of all levels. Freshmen till Seniors.

“Hi, what can I help you with- hey! Y/n, long time no see.” He flips his hair back with a flick of his wrist. Truly happy to see you again, since the last time you guys met was the occasional ‘bumping into each other’.

This was just like that, except this was longer than the ‘hi’ and ‘hello’. “Steve Harrington, how are you?” You say with an agape smile. Pretty happy to see a friend.

“Ah well, as you can see…” He points all around the shop, a bunch of people moving and talking. “…I’m living the high life.”

You giggle at his sarcastic tone, “I can see that. Well, I’m sorry to add more to your situation but, I kinda need help.” You patted your VHS player, a clanky metallic sound bonged through. “I was going to chill and watch Back to the Future but this damn thing chose to buffer.”

He looked at you with raised eyebrows, as if he was trying to tell you to go on. “And all the other technician stores are closed and this place is the only place I could think of.” You teetered and tottered between your toes.

“Oh well, I can try to look into it.” He moves the VhS player closer to him, sliding it across the counter. “No promises, though.” He carries it, taking it into the backroom before running back out to you. “Why don’t you uh, hang around here for awhile and I’ll let you know, hm?”

“Thanks, Steve. You’re a lifesaver.” You batted your eyelashes in his direction. He gives you a playful wink, disappearing to the backroom again. You chose to just roam around various sections you’ve never passed through before.

A few people recognized you, so you were quick to greet them back with a smile on your face. You weren’t even expecting to feel the tap on your shoulder from none other than Steve.

You spin around to face his pretty face. “So I know your problem.” He says with focus in his voice.

“Tell me.” You casually state, crossing your arms.

“You need a new cable, luckily we have a few that I can snatch out for you BUT my manager, the devil, needs to be gone.” He does that thing again with his hair, in classic Steve fashion, slightly leaning against some of the shelves.

“When will he be gone?”

“5 ish later.” Steve wave his hand around to show you his uncertainty. You didn’t want to waste your whole day here at the store waiting for that darn cable.

Hell, you didn’t even wanna leave your house. So, instead, you came up with a probable solution. “Can you swing by my place later and give it to me? With the VHS player too?”

Steve swore he felt his face warm up and flush with bright red. He’s been over to your house before, but it was with everyone else. It made him feel something he wasn’t sure about. But hey, dropping by isn’t the same thing as staying, so it’s probably not a big deal.

“Sure, you still staying at the same place?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Yep, as always.” You flash him a soft smile, patting his arm before saying goodbye. “I’ll see you then, yeah?”

With a quick nod, you left the Family Video store. Ready to spend god knows what at home until Steve comes over with the much needed cable.

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Your popcorn was getting stale and the soda pop was getting less fizzy. A quick look at your wall clock tells you it was already 6 pm. No Steve or VHS or cable in sight.

The heaviness of your eyes almost got the better of you, accompanied by the softness of the couch. That was until your familiar doorbell rang, prompting you to stand up to answer the door.

Steve stood there, VHS squeezed between his side and arm. “Hello, pretty girl.” A wink and a sly smile across his face.

“Thought you wouldn’t have come.” You open the door wider, allowing space for him to come in.

“Aw miss me that much, huh?” As if his own house, he headed directly to your living room. Knowing every inch of your home.

Upon closing the door, you roll your eyes. Following him to his side, as he kneeled in front of your television set. You watched as he intricately plugged in the new cable and a few other ones. Even switching a few switches in the process.

You weren’t quite sure where his skillset came from but maybe it was from being around VHS tapes; working at Family Video.

“Didn’t take you for a technical guy, Harrington.” You plopped down to his side, watching him delicately. He could feel your stare but focused on the task at hand instead.

“Well… I’m full of surprises.” He claps his hand, and finishes plugging your system back in. Joining you as you both sat on your carpeted living room floor.

You slap his cheek playfully, an action you usually did when he was still in Hawkins High. “Sure thing, Cassanova.” He couldn’t help but look at your face and the dull blue hue of the television reflecting against it.

To say he wasn’t being hypnotized, would be a lie.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. He’s constantly given you flirtatious compliments and suggestive comments, but you simply took it as a typical conversation.

“So uh-” He mutters out, snapping out of his little daydream. “What movie were you gonna play?” He glances to the back, trying to find out what you were about to watch.

You, who was also very distracted with this handsome boy, stuttered as you stood up to the center table. “This. Back to the.. Back to the Future?” Handing it to him, you sat back down on the floor.

He grabs it and slides it into the player. Patiently waiting for the movie to load. Soon enough, the beginning of the movie started playing. Gaining a relieved sigh to escape both your mouths.

Your first reaction was to wrap your arms around him, pulling him in for a hug since you were always a touchy person.“Thank you so much, Steve.” Taken aback by your action, he couldn’t protest.

Simply put, he copied your hug by pulling you in even tighter.

“No biggie, y/n. Anything for an old friend.” Who was he kidding, it wasn’t just about being old friends, but rather— his admiration for you. He’d do anything for you. He pulls away slightly just to look down at you. Honestly you could melt into a puddle if you were being serious. Steve truly had a thing about his eyes and you weren’t an exemption from his power.

Feeling flustered as fuck, you interrupt the awkward air by moving backwards. Clearing your throat, you began to speak. “Would you uh…” you had no idea what you were about to say, but it just felt right. “Would you like to watch it with me?”

Steve stood there with his mouth slightly opened, scared of saying yes. Not because he didn’t want to but because he was terrified of spending that much time alone with you.

What if he won’t be able to control himself and just kiss you? What would you think of him.

But besides his fears, he wouldn’t pass up this opportunity.

His silence was scaring you though, so you began to take back what you said. “Ne-nevermind, heh what was I thinking? You probably got somewhere to be, yeah? Just forget about it-”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Steve grabs either side of your shoulders, keeping you in place. “I would love to stay! I don’t have anywhere to go and besides- even if I did, I would cancel.” He wanted to smack himself in the face for blurting that out. “We barely see eachother anymore, so…” That was the best excuse he could come up with.

With a soft smile, you nod at his words. “Great!” You pulled him over to the couch, plopping down as you grabbed the stale popcorn.

He plays the movie and takes a handful of popcorn before realizing it wasn’t as crunchy. “Sorry, it’s been out for a while.” You spot his scrunched face, and apologize.

“It’s fine.” He smiles back at you.

The movie went on as the two of you would occasionally look at one another. Laughing at the funny jokes and general weirdness of the whole movie.

You never thought Steve would be here on your couch, with just you, alone. You also did not think when your head leaned against his shoulder, just halfway through the film.

Steve didn’t know what to do, other than welcome your weight against him. Even slyly extending his arm around you, to the back of the couch. In order to slowly snake around your shoulder.

“I hope this is okay.” He whispers.

You look up at him without moving too much, simply by just looking with your eyes. “Yeah, no of course.”

“Good. Good.” Both of you turn your attention back to the movie. Something about Marty Mcfly knocking onto the young Doc Brown’s door.

But you still felt like it was awkward, so you whispered again. “I mean, cuddling is pretty nice, right? Friends cuddle…”

“Of course, friends cuddle!” He states like it was a matter of fact.

“Yeah, what am I thinking? Haha.” You snuggled into his neck even more, adjusting your seating position to better fit your posture.

He pulls you closer, “You and Todd are over, right?” He asks because he doesn’t want a boyfriend of yours to walk in and suddenly pick a fight. Also, because he wanted to see if you had anyone in your life.

“Yeah yeah, of course like, ages ago. Heh… You and Wheeler?”

“Oof, history.”

Silence. Silence and the movie’s noise filled the air yet again.

You felt his hand slide from your shoulder to the crook of your waist. He didn’t really plan on it happening, it just felt right. He wished you would let it slide (literally) and pay no mind to it. And so you didn’t.

A few minutes pass by and your arm found itself wrapped across his torso. Pulling him into you as a few laughs escaped your lips.

“Oh God, why did it have to be Biff?” Steve laughs out loud at the scene unfolding. George was supposed to pretend to rescue Lorraine from Marty, unfortunately, it was Biff.

“He’s a dead man, guaranteed.” You murmured against his chest, the vibrations of your voice made him stiffen up a bit.

You noticed because soon enough, you adjusted your position. Which made him stop you, “Where are you going? Stay.” He almost sounded like a little boy, desperate to keep you near.

He enjoyed the warmth your bodies were sharing, and so even if it seemed suspicious to want you near; he didn’t care. “It’s nice to cuddle… You know?”

Your eyes meet him again, and a blush spreads across your cheeks. “Okay, Harrington.” The way your arms wrapped around him again made him palpitate underneath your touch. Of course he held it in, but it was pretty hard to.

The rest of the movie went by, and you were now standing up. Stretching your arms over your head. Steve was also stretching, twisting and turning his waist around to hear it crack.

You look at the clock and see that it was already 8:30 PM, kind of comforted with the idea that Steve stuck around this long.

“Thanks for staying, Steve.” You started cleaning up, taking the bowl and empty soda bottle in hand. Steve takes the bowl from you and follows as you head to the kitchen.

“Thanks for inviting me to stay.”

He was quick to clean the popcorn bowl and stole a few glances at your pretty figure. You were in your pajamas and he didn’t understand how you made it look so striking. The fact that you were slightly bent over the trash can, trying to push the trash down didn’t help. Your body was perfectly silhouetted and he was staring right at your ass.

You looked gorgeous. Like a pretty model, off duty.

Steve flicked his eyes off of you when you turned around. You felt his stare on you and his immediate reaction just confirmed it.

“So uh, what happened with you and Todd?” He attempted to fill the dead air with a bit of dialogue. Also, to get his mind off your gorgeous body.

“Oh you know him, he was too full of himself to care about anyone else.” You moved to his side, drying the popcorn bowl with the towel for the dishes.

He couldn’t help but feel like those words were a bit too representative of him, “So, like me then?” His words falter.

And you caught his torn expression, “Oh god, no! Steve, you are nothing like him.” You slap his shoulder, playfully, opening the overhead cupboards to place the bowl back.

He felt a smile creep on his face at your reassuring words, his self doubt fading so he decided to play along. “Well of course not. I’m way more good-looking.”

“Yeah you are.” A wink to him made his chest warm up with glee. You chuckle at his side comment, tiptoeing as you try to put the bowl into the cabinet. Steve saw you struggling and immediately stepped in to help.

“Woah now, let me do it.” He swoops you from nearly slipping, while simultaneously grabbing the bowl. His arm was now supporting your waist as he closed the cupboards.

Here the two of you were again. Close and in contact. If this was the universe’s way of letting the two of you in on the joke, it was definitely not funny. It wasn’t funny because he was getting entranced by the way your pretty eyes looked under the kitchen lights.

“S-steve?” You straightened your back and fixed your posture. Loosening his grip along your waist.

“Sorry.” He cleared his throat and pushed the long strands of hair away from his face. “For what it's worth, Todd was a douche.”

You giggle, peering through your lashes as you look up at him. “He was. A douche with pretty eyes and a nice hairdo.”

“Not nicer than yours, though.” You reached up and messed Steve’s hair up a bit, which made him pretend to be angry.

Gasping and grasping his chest, “The holy hair mustn’t be ruined.” He pushed it back again.

“Oh you mean… like this?” You messed his hair up again with a quick jump, before running out of the kitchen to the main foyer of your house.

Fearfully hiding from Steve’s heavy footsteps. “Okay now YOU ASKED FOR IT.” He runs in a low stance which caught you off guard.

Unbeknownst to you, he was lifting you up over his shoulder, carrying you back into the living room. “STEVEEE” You pounded on his back, which only made him laugh at your poor attempt of escaping.

You felt the couch on your back when he dropped you down. It wasn’t hard but it also wasn’t gentle, which is why you released a verbal ‘ow’.

In classical fashion, you pretended to cry, covering your face while sobbing. Steve actually began to feel bad as he was standing over you. He kneels closer and attempts to apologize. “Hey, hey, y/n… I am so sorry, I-”

When you felt his face was just above yours, you unveiled your laughing face and tackle him to the couch by his neck. “HA! TAKE THAT!”

You then had the upper hand, twisting yourself above him. Now, this was sort of weird, since you were in a compromising position on top of his lap.

Steve was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar. He wouldn’t lie about the fact that having you on his lap feels like a dream and he wouldn’t lie or fight his hands from falling to your hips.

You were also not one to fight your body’s reflexes as they fell onto his shoulders. It was uncertain of how long you guys stayed there like that, but none of you noticed your mom and dad entering the house.

“Sweetheart?” You hear your mom’s voice as she clears her throat.

“I always knew you and Harrington were dating.” Your dad took off his coat and hung it by the foyer wall hanger. “I see the way you look at each other.” He shakes his head and jokingly eyes you and Steve.

Instantly, you pushed yourself off if Steve. Dusting your PJs off as you shyly smiled at your parents. “Mom! Dad! This isn’t what you think it is.” You fixed your hair nervously.

“I always like him better than Todd.” They ignored your worry-filled pleas and face, moving past you to go up to their room. Like this was the most expected and typical situation for them to walk in on.

You didn’t know what was more embarassing, the fact that your parents walked in on a suspicious situation or the fact that Steve and you were IN a suspicious situation.

You then felt Steve’s presence by your back, making you jolt up in shock. “I will, uh… see you, then?” He pushes his hair back, putting his jacket back on.

With a shocked yet flushed face, your thoughts ran wild with ideas and possible scenarios with Steve. Even if spending time with him didn’t mean a ‘date’, you’d still do it. So, you look up at him and nod. “Sure, no problem.”

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Part 2

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x f!reader #stranger things 4 #steve harrington imagines #joe keery

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Amber's Quirks

Pairing: Amber Freeman x Tara Carpenter

Content Warning: Amber has autism, Tara has autism, Gay

Summary: Amber has some funny quirks and Tara finds out about some in the early days of their relationship

WC: 998

It was a random school day, and Tara was with her group of friends. They all had eaten the terrible school food, when Chad smirked. “So… I know that you all hate the drinks that the school has so I decided to bring some over,” Chad spoke, before he put a case of Coke on the table. Liv just smiled and kissed his cheek.

“That’s so sweet baby,” she spoke with a grin, causing Tara to fake gag with Amber. They both smiled at each other after as Chad rolled his eyes.

The group continued to talk, while they grabbed can after can since Chad bought a lot. What she noticed however was how Mindy gave Amber her can each time, to the point that she was getting a whole pile of them. That’s when Tara wrote a note to Amber, asking why. She slid it over, to which Amber picked it up and raised an eyebrow. ‘Why is Mindy giving you cans? Just curious :D’ it read. Amber smiled, scribbling back an answer as she awkwardly smiled at Tara once she was handing it over.

‘I just like to crush cans and Mindy knows. Sorry if that’s weird’ was the response. Tara just smiled and kissed Amber’s cheek before whispering in her ear. “It’s ok love. I will give you my cans now then too,” she whispered. Amber smiled as she felt accepted, before she put the cans in a spare bag she carried around. Now Tara knew why.

Eventually Tara and Amber arrived at Tara’s house as they were going to hang out for the night. She smiled as she saw how Amber put the bag down and was squeezing the cans, before stepping on them. She found it adorable while she was grabbing some noodles.

It was that night that she discovered something new about Amber too. She was awake, reading a Spider-Man comic as she was smiling, rubbing her girlfriend’s side. She was humming under her breath as she read, not wanting to disturb her girlfriend.

She winced however once she felt a sudden bite on her shoulder. She even nearly let out a yell. She wondered if Amber was awake, however when she turned to her girlfriend, she saw she was still asleep. Amber meanwhile had rolled over and was now biting the pillow. Tara just smiled, and let her. She now had figured 2 things out about her girlfriend. She was in love with her even more.

It was a Saturday afternoon and Amber and Tara had gone food shopping. The whole group of friends were having a movie night and they were tasked to get the snacks since they would be going to the twin’s house to watch the movie. They didn’t know what it was yet however, but they would find out that night.

Tara was currently holding her girlfriends hand as they waited in line. There was a long wait due to only 2 aisles being open. Soon, Amber was getting bored and sighed before she was rocking side to side as well as her head. It was on beat with the music. She was even humming as she was stopping once she realised. Tara just held her hand and smiled. “Go on babe, I’ll join you,” she spoke.

Amber smiled and nodded happily, both girls swaying together.

One afternoon, Tara decided to sneak over to Amber’s. She was not wanting to get caught by Sam as she knew she would be in trouble so she didn’t even tell Amber, wanting to surprise her with her rebellion. Once she had gotten out the house sneakily, she ran over to Amber’s house, taking breaks when she felt her asthma act up. She soon arrived after an hour and was going inside.

When she walked in, she saw Amber in the kitchen, eating a sandwich with headphones on and bobbing her head up and down happily as she was clearly watching something musical. Tara just smiled, watching her girlfriend before she went behind her quietly then hugged her from behind. Amber screamed and got flustered once she looked at Tara. “How much did you see?” she asked, embarrassed. “Everything,” Tara hummed out. “This is why I love you. I like seeing your hidden traits, they’re adorable,” she chuckled out. Amber just smiled and kissed her girlfriend before she continued eating, talking to Tara.

Amber was drunk. Really drunk. She had been to a party with Tara, where she said she would remain sober. Tara knew that Amber would never stay sober so she didn’t drink much too. She also promised Sam she wouldn’t drink much. She understood why. Tara slowly led Amber to her own room, Amber holding onto Tara and was talking about Stab.

She soon stripped Amber down, putting her into some of her pyjamas, before putting her in bed, Amber too distracted to notice Tara also changing in front of her. Tara soon joined her, when she was feeling a bite on her shoulder then a, “good night” from Amber before she fell asleep. Tara blinked in shock. She would ask Amber the following morning.

The next morning, Amber was yawning, smelling the scent of pancakes downstairs. She groaned, a hangover taking over before she was going to the bathroom. Afterwards she went to the kitchen where Tara was with Sam cooking. “Hey, morning,” Sam spoke. “Morning babe!” Tara spoke happily. She just nodded and grunted before she grabbed a glass, getting some water and pills before she took them both. Tara just smiled before she went and hugged Amber, whispering in her ear. “You bit me last night, why?” she asked curiously, while being quiet.

“I’m sorry… I bite when I love someone, I resist each time. I’m sorry if it hurt,” Amber whispered back, ashamed.

“Are you telling me that I didn’t have to resist too?” Tara then asked, before she suddenly bit Amber. Amber smiled happily.

Tara understood her. Amber would do anything for her.

#tamber #ratboy writing #scream #tara carptner #tara x amber #ratboy writes

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