#Labor tw

[awkward-sultana]

(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Elisabeth von Wittelsbach's white lace nightgown and blue robe in 2x01

[masculinemiracles]

How was Lunacita born? At first I thought with all the fuzz it was Angel and Val's kiddo

She sure is Val's kid

Tw// labour, Birth, Water breaking, nsfw themes

Angel dust shuffled uncomfortably in his makeup chair, reading the script of his film for that day while his baby kicked happily from the safety of his womb. A small smile stretched across his lips as he rubbed his belly with his lower set of arms. Their situation was less than stellar, and Valentino was working him to second-death to pump out movies before Angel gave birth, but Angel enjoyed his pregnancy despite that. Knowing his little baby boy or girl would arrive soon. There were even websites dedicated to countdowns for when Angel was due to pop – which was any day now.

Many fans had their own bets on birthdates and the time of day he'll deliver, and it took a toll. Angel just wanted to give birth in peace, no cameras, no watchful eyes, just him, a doctor and his child. But he knew that wasn't going to happen. Valentino had planned to livestream his labour and birth to all of hell and profit off of it as one last ‘fuck you’ to Angel and their baby.

He was quickly jolted out of his daze with a sharp pain, bewildered, Angel took a deep breath and pressed his palms to his lower back. He had been feeling these pains all morning, and now they were coming more frequently. “Fuck..” He hissed under his breath. He was too scared to admit to himself what was really going on to him. He was in labour. Hair and makeup came over and started doing his hair, all Angel had to do was push through until shooting was finished and have the baby somewhere private.

“What is the fucking holdup Angie-?!” Valentino yelled from across the studio, even though he can obviously see that Angel is still being tended to.

Angel sighed and waved the cosmetics team off, simply leaving his appearance how it is and standing up from the chair. He could feel just how much lower his baby sat on his pelvis than before. As he began walking across the room, he felt a small pop between his legs and the warm feeling of fluid running down them. He quickly picked up the pace to get away from the puddle and stepped onto the set.

'This can't be happening...'

“ACTION!” Val shouted, and soon filming began.

Angel was out of it. Way too focused on breathing through the aches rather than acting. Luckily Valentino wasn't noticing and he allowed the other actor to do whatever he wanted as long as he could hurry it up already and cum. And as quickly as he prayed for it, the other came right onto Angel's stomach.

“Cut! Hot stuff you two!” Valentino applauded, ushering the stage crew to start cleaning right away for the next shoot that thankfully didn't involve Angel.

As soon as Angel was free to go, he slipped away to his dressing room where he finally collapsed onto the floor, sweat beading on his forehead. This isn't what he wanted at all, he wanted a hospital, he wanted a friendly nurse to hold his hand and coach him through the birth. But the pain and the pressure in Angel's lower half only grew stronger with each passing minute. As soon as the contraction subsided, he acted fast. Grabbing some scissors from his vanity and bottles of water from his mini fridge.

He fell back onto the ground and huffed, finally feeling the urge to push. He grunted and bore down, pushing with all his might. He didn't know how much time he had, so he hurried and pushed until he felt dizzy.

--

With one final push and a muffled scream, the tiniest of cries filled Angel Dust's dressing room. He panted in shock for a few moments before looking down at the floor between his legs, where a little white moth baby lay crying out for her mother. Angel felt the urge to vomit as he reached down and picked up the little moth. It was supposed to be a regular day, a regular shoot in the studio. He hadn't expected to go into labour today of all days. Yet there he was, sitting on the floor of his dressing room, covered in blood and holding Valentino's spawn.

He felt everything and nothing at all.

As he stared down at the baby, taking in her features, all he could see was a silhouette of his abuser. A sharp twinge pierced his heart as he ran his hand up her tiny antennae, which twitched from the sensation.

Valentino would soon find them. And the thought terrified Angel. He knew what Valentino would do when the pregnancy between them would no longer be profitable for the company. But as the baby's cries softened in the quiet room, Angel laid back against the wall. Savouring the moment with his daughter before the reality would set in once again.

[peanutty]

willa and andy had another holiday baby. In the early morning of winterfest, baby fox was born <3

[havenhawthorne]

𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 @julianxhawthorne

post dated for march 24th, 2025

One of the many things Haven had hated about the return of racing season was the fact that she was entirely too pregnant to fly anymore. She was finally in the final stretch, only about four weeks left to go, and she felt it more and more every single day. The boys seemed to have taken up a new hobby of wrestling as a full-time sport, judging by the way they twisted and rolled in a way that left her breathless and aching. She was trying to tough it out—she remembered all too well how miserable she’d been at the end of her pregnancy with Lake—but something about the way she’d felt since getting out of bed that morning unsettled her. A nagging uneasiness sat in her chest, though she brushed it off, pushing through her morning routine. She had breakfast with Lake, sent him off for the day, and reminded herself that Julian would be home within a few hours. That alone was enough to keep her going. Race days felt harder now that she couldn’t be with him; she was just thankful for texts and FaceTime calls to close the distance.

Lately, nesting mode had taken over her life. If she wasn’t cooking dinner or spending time with Lake, she was cleaning—scrubbing every inch of their six-bedroom home like her life depended on it. Julian had told her a hundred times that they could hire someone to handle whatever needed doing, but this was different. These were their babies, and there was something deeply personal, almost sacred, about preparing for their arrival herself. So, she organized bottles, washed tiny onesies, folded blankets, and cried over just how impossibly small they were. She was so caught up in the process that she barely registered the growing tightness in her abdomen, brushing off each wave of discomfort as just another symptom of being this pregnant.

She hadn’t even noticed that she’d skipped lunch. Or that the dull pains she’d been feeling all morning had steadily intensified, creeping closer together until they stole her breath and forced her to pause. It wasn’t until she was at the sink, sanitizing bottles and placing them carefully in the designated station she’d set up, that a particularly sharp contraction hit. It started deep, tightening like a fist around her midsection and radiating outward, knocking the wind out of her. Her fingers clenched around the counter, her free hand pressing against the solid curve of her stomach as she closed her eyes, exhaling sharply. Okay. That was definitely not just a normal pregnancy ache.

The pain passed, but the realization didn’t. This is happening. She blinked, trying to steady herself, scanning the kitchen as if it might give her an answer on what to do next. Before she could even begin to formulate a plan, the sound of the front door closing echoed through the house.

Julian was home.

[kalissimsblog]

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[frogsafterdark]

I got really high last night and banged out the sketch for this super fast.

Based of this post that I also made last night while high

[lucie-newman]

Precipitous.

It's a fitting word. It's the cliffs at Black Beach, California where the rocks drop twenty jagged feet into clear blue water. It's her bare wet feet and the balance and the moment she looked over the edge. It's the breath she took before jumping, stretching out all her limbs like a starfish, and dropping. Freefall. Unstoppable.

It's labor.

This isn't written about in advice columns, or played out on screen. Labor doesn't announce itself at the doorstep. The back pain she's struggled with all this last trimester hides a multitude of symptoms; is the symptom. And her water doesn't break right away, her contractions don't build slowly. There are no Braxton Hicks. She's three weeks early, she's alone when it starts, and, as her father would say:

"Give it what you got."

She's out by the old chapel Cage rebuilt taking pictures when it happens. When the back pain she's been rubbing at with increasing annoyance twists suddenly inward and something unspools inside of her and -

Oh!

Oh, fuck!

It's a contraction. It's pain squeezing her tighter and tighter until the camera drops from her hands. And when it loosens, when she can breath again, she thinks: that's fine. Just one. One strong contraction. Nothing to -

And then the second piggybacks the first.

Reception is a little spotty this far off the road. There's a voice in her head that sounds like her father, like her older brothers, like a drop of reason in a bucket of insanity. Not advised. But then, she didn't think she'd go early. When in all her life has she ever even been punctual? It's one day late on car insurance with an apology and a promise. It's two hours late to a party with a smile and a story.

But then, this isn't her entrance.

Panic makes a nest in her chest for a moment, scratches at her heart. She rests back against the bark of a willow tree and lets it play out. There's no use fighting it. The baby's awake, kicking at a rib urgently when a third contraction ripples through her. "Yeah, yeah," she tells them, breathless. She sweeps a hand from breastbone to hip. "I'm afraid too."

Of what's happening, yes. Of motherhood, surely. But of all the rest too. Age and boredom and bills and vulnerability. It's the pulse under her skin that she's been ignoring. The old unspoken fear, rare as it could be, that what happened to her mother could happen to her.

But honestly, fuck that.

She pushes herself from the tree and walks best as she can down the beaten path toward her car. She's left her backpack, her water bottle, and her camera behind clutching only at the phone in her hand and waiting for those signal bars. It's a journey made in broken acts. Halted by the contractions that take hold and squeeze. And damn if those classes don't mean shit. She can breathe. She does breathe. But none of that helps when she's being funneled downward. So she curses. Lot's of fucks and shits and then some more inventive things that would make her grams blush. She kicks at a fallen log, half bent over when one particularly strong one takes her under, and that helps too.

She thinks of birth playlists and the classical music some women luxuriate in - she thinks of epidurals and the sweetness of a warm bath right now. She thinks for one horrible moment that she's not going to make it out of the woods. She trips, cuts her knee open on the bits and brambles of the forest floor, and screams. Frustrated. Primal. Her throat aching from it. If there are hikers up this early, before the forecast showers they'd hear her. But there's no answer except the birds - scared mute for a moment - and then swooping back in to fill the silence. There's no choice though. She pulls herself up and keeps walking.

The hike out to the chapel took thirty minutes, the return trip takes just over an hour. She's coming out to the gravel parking lot when those bars flicker back and she could cry with relief. She's in no state to drive so she dials 911 as she drops onto a large rock near her car. The operator is a sweet, older woman that stays on the line with her for the twenty minutes it takes to get an ambulance out there.

"You got a name, Lucie?" she asks, talking her through a contraction.

"Several." She bites out. "Thinking I got to-" she grunts and the woman waits it out with her, "-see them you know? Got to see if they look like a Piper or a Ziggy."

"It's a good day this one. Great birthday."

"Yeah?"

"National Chocolate and Peanut Butter Day."

It makes her laugh, makes her unclench her fist just a touch. "You look that up?"

"I did. You want to know who they'll be sharing it with?" She does and the woman says "Woody Harrelson."

"Sweet."

"And Kathryn Hahn."

Lou huffs, tips her head back into the sun. "Legend."

The baby twists, moving fast beneath her hand. She almost can read their agitation. Wishes she could tell them it's going to be alright but her water breaks before the ambulance arrives and she starts to hyperventilate.

"It's okay Lucie. They'll be there any minute. Can you hear the sirens?" She does. "Your going to be just fine, mama."

Things move fast after that. She's loaded into the back of the ambulance and strapped to monitoring equipment. She watches the squiggles of her baby's heartbeat to distract from the pain, from the contractions that start piling up one on top of the other. This was supposed to be a long process. Hours upon hours, those were the words. But it's not. She asks is something is wrong, her voice thin with worry. Someone holds her hand. Someone else asks if they should call her partner. She laughs, tells them no, then thinks of her siblings. She pulls up the group chat and shakily types out two words.

Hospital. Now.

It's not eloquent. It's not joking. And she's speeding down the country road she learned to drive on when the urge to push hits. She thinks she should have called Ari. She thinks he should be here. She doesn't want to be alone for this. But then, she isn't really. She hasn't been alone for near on nine months.

In the end, none of her siblings will make it there on time. In the end, she doesn't even make it there on time.

Her son is born pink, angry, and loud two minutes before arriving at the hospital.

[rcsesnoir]

TEXT TO ✉️ BROOKLYN COX

OXANA: my water broke OXANA: they're coming OXANA: jason's grabbing the car and zak's getting soph.

[moonlighthollowss]

Soon enough, the baby was coming! Leighton wasn’t there to panic so Allegra had to go to the hospital on her own.

[artyflames]

Jakkral in labor. She had a hard time since she lost a lot of her hive members, and marmoo…and she didn’t exactly trust others at the time. She was scared

[draslihanxfahri-bailey]

𝙰𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝙷𝚁𝙸-𝙱𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚈 & 𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙹𝙰𝙷 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚈

Twenty hours of being in labor. Forty minutes of a Cesarean section operation. Fifteen days of monitored bed rest. Four months and twenty days of being terrified of having placenta previa again. Thirty-six weeks of pregnancy. It'd been a long, difficult time. Nothing could describe how terrifying this all has been and Asli tried to remember how to breathe. How to relax and calm her racing heart and mind now. How much it was all worth it.

Because at 5:05am on July 5th, 2023, it has finally happened. 6.8 pounds, 18 inches, and fortunately so healthy without any problems known so far, their daughter was born. Their precious little girl was here and hours later, she was swaddled up in Asli's arms. The anthropologist unable to look away from their sleeping baby. How she had a head full of so much dark hair, the cutest little nose, and milky brown eyes hidden behind her closed eyelids that would darken over time. She breathed so quietly as she slept, her little snores perfectly matching how gentle her crying was. Meow-like, so much like their own cats. She was perfect. She was here. They were both here. "She's everything and more," she whispered to Eli, unable to tear her eyes away from their baby as she smiled. Love coursing throughout her entire being as she gazed in wonder at her youngest daughter. "Our little moonbeam... Our Rhiannon Nurbanu."

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛: 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 ; 𝚓��𝚕𝚢 𝟻𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 || @elifalvey

[makaylahoffmann]

Who: Makayla Hoffmann Self Para

Where: Hoffmann household and Kismet Harbor Hospital

When: May 14-15, 2025

Bed rest for a few weeks had cause Mack to grow stir crazy more so than she had anticipated. She had begun to go from room to room making lists of things that needed to be fixed, cleaned, redone, or rearranged. She had done this routine more than once a week as the house was empty otherwise, save for her trusty companion Nala who followed closely behind her. The day started out as usual, the kids getting dropped off at school by Ethan, as she couldn't drive anymore, and she started her new routine, starting with the nursery. However at some point she knew that it was finished and nothing more needed to be done, but she still was antsy. Maybe a bit more so since her due date had come and gone and still nothing, so she distracted herself and before she knew it, the kids were dropped off and Ethan came home. She had out up dinner in a crock pot that afternoin was dinner was easy, easy serving and easy clean up for everyone.

After the kids had gone down for bed, Mack climbed into her own bed, exhausted from the day and ready to sleep and do it all over again tomorrow. Well into a dream like state, she felt pain shooting from her stomach, awakening her and reaching out for Ethan. "Shit," she winced, groggy like staring to see what time it was, thinking that it was a one off kick by the baby. Settling back in, she started to fall asleep when it happened again and this time she knew it was just baby girl kicking, no baby girl was getting ready to enter the world.

Grabbing Ethan's arm, she grit her teeth and breathed for a moment, letting the contraction come and go before telling him. "Babe, wake up," she winced and let out a yelp, to which Nala came over to investigate, "I think it's time we call your parents or mine." She gripped the edge of the bed as another contraction had started, her almost forgetting how intense the pain was. She let it finish before she got up, to walk off the pain and to start getting dressed. Her water hadn't broken just yet, but she knew it was time and that she was in active labor.

Thankfully they were able to get a neighbor to stay with the kids until Ethan's parents got there, as she and her husband raced to the hospital, her water breaking just as she got into his suv. Getting there in record time, they were up in a room within ten minutes of arriving. Thankful he was an ER nurse, she was not complaining about the quick service afforded to her. But all she cared about now was settling in for the next however many hours, excited and nervous to meet their little girl.

After a grueling sixteen hours of labor, Mack was told she could start pushing. Practicing her breathing, she pushed and held Ethan's hand as she did so. It took some time, but after a little less than an hour, the cries of a newborn baby filled the air. Mack, exhausted, leaned back and chuckled, before sighing and crying, kissing Ethan before he cut the cord. As the baby was cleaned up and handed over to her, she smiled and held her close. "Welcome to the world Anna Carla Hoffmann, we are so happy to meet you."

[honorhearted]

The escape had been seamless -- so seamless, in fact, that Benjamin was wholly suspicious. As of late, God hadn't seemed to be particularly on their side, so not long after they'd fled from Fort Mercer, he kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And then it finally did.

With a pained cry, Kitty doubled over and gripped at her middle, cursing softly under her breath.

"What?" Benjamin fearfully demanded, pulling to a stop. "What is it?"

She shook her head and curled away from him, almost as if to suggest she could continue on, but that was when she gave a colorful expletive -- one his father assuredly would not like -- and lurched as an unmistakable splatter could be heard against the ground.

Benjamin froze. "Kitty...? W-what...?"

No. He knew very little about birthing babies, but he did know that there was a lot of pain and blood and fluids involved, and the sound he'd just heard was unmistakably wet.

"The baby?" he weakly asked. "Please don't tell me..." When he met her harrowed gaze, he drew a hand through his hair and echoed her earlier expletive, far too distraught to apologize.

"All right, well...perhaps there's an inn nearby," he said. "If not, we're going to have to make do and have this child in the woods."

It was not a welcome thought. All he had on his person was a knife and a pistol, and a very minimal first aid kit. He didn't know the first thing about bringing a little one into the world.

God certainly had a very cruel sense of humor sometimes...

Very funny, Benjamin fearfully thought. To Katherine, he asked, "What should I do? What do you need me to do?"

Talk of loss, forgiveness, and rekindling connection was cut short, as the change in guard shifts had come upon theme quickly. The switch had been perfectly timed with the arrival of a shipment, making it easy for the pair to slip away unnoticed as the bulk of the battalion were away dealing with a ‘rebel skirmish,’ even if it took a lengthy bit of time to blend into the crowd of civilian men working the supply cart and sneak off into the woods. 

It’d been a smooth getaway, but no doubt someone would eventually notice they were gone. They had to move quickly if they were going to make it out of this without being recaptured. 

The only problem was that Kitty was experiencing some pains, the unborn child restless within her as the couple made haste to put distance between themselves and Fort Mercer. Eventually, it became clear that the pain wasn’t simply due to exertion or excitement, but contractions that were becoming more frequent by the minute. 

With a frustrated huff, Kitty finally stopped and leaned her hand against the nearest tree, drawing in a deep breath and running a hand over her belly, her eyes scrunched tightly shut and her jaw clenched as she waited for the surge in pain to pass. 

Piss in ale, not now. You bloody well stay in there, she inwardly cursed. 

If this kept up, she wouldn’t be able to get much farther. 

That’s when her water broke. 

“Christ almighty!” she hissed.

[greywoodrpg]

𝕞𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

he appears as though he was born thirty-six years ago and is actually thirty-six, is a faerie who lives in wolf crossing, is the owner of the vault and is in no fantasy. he looks an awful lot like dan stevens.

“And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.”

tw: labor, abuse, toxic relationship, violence

Torrential rainfall filled Greywood the day of April 20, lightning piercing the skies as thunder shook the Winters household. Abigail cried out in labor pains as William panicked, unable to drive her to the hospital with the flooding outside. Breathe, the man called out to his wife as she laid there in bed doing her best to push. Late in the evening, Mikael made his appearance to the world being his fashionably late self. And within a few minutes, his twin brother Nathan joined him. As time went on, it became apparent in Greywood, you could not walk out your door without running into the Winters. Many joked, they come a dime a dozen. The family over a span of a little over a decade grew to ten children giving Mikael nine siblings to annoy with his dramatics. Sometimes, people looked at the Winter’s family oddly. The family were the undertakers in the small town, owning a large funeral home where the children were raised around death their whole lives. Out of the Winter’s clan, Mikael was labeled the smart one okay…the dramatic one. In his mind, he knew he was smart but it wasn’t about intelligence as much as knowing what he wanted and figuring out how to get it. In school, Mikael played sports and was on all the academic teams. He excelled in every subject to the point he skipped a grade and he certainly did not mind letting his family know it. Throughout high school, with his good looks and charming personality he dated around, unable to find a girl he clicked with on any level. Upon graduation, Mikael opted to leave the state when he received his acceptance letter from Columbia University. Needless to say, the city life was drastically different from the small town he grew up in. It took some adjusting, but eventually he became a member of New York City. When he received his degree, he got a job as a stock trader on Wall Street where he made a name for himself and made many people wealthy. During his time in New York, he lived a lavish lifestyle only returning to Greywood during holidays to visit friends and family. While in New York, he went through men like crazy until he was about twenty-nine and he met Hector. Mikael instantly fell with the sweet tongued man. Everything was amazing for years, until it wasn’t. The last four years, Hector started to become controlling and emotionally abusing Mikael. It got so bad that Mikael faded away from his family, he stopped visiting Greywood and even stopped calling his family and wouldn’t return phone calls to them. Essentially, he became isolated trying to appease Hector and losing himself. It would not be until Hector finally hit Mikael that he decided to reach out for help. Although he desperately wanted to call his twin, the person who was his other half he thought he burned that bridge and called one of his other brother’s Aiden to come help him. Now, Mikael returns to Greywood with his tail between his legs and is living with Aiden until he figures out what to do now.

“what power did he attain when settling in greywood?”

Mikael and his twin both have distinct powers that work with each other, Nathan is able to see the past and Mikael the future in their dreams. It is not something that Mikael can call upon often, but it did help him in his job on Wall Street. He would come back to Greywood here and there to use his powers to view stocks and all. Mikael’s power amplifies the closer he is to his twin.

penned by... amber

[asoulofstars]

SPOTIFY WRAPPED 50 (for allie, patsy, or graham)

Song: "Never Stop (Wedding Version)" by SafetySuit For Patsy!

Riona wasn't supposed to be going into labor so soon. She knew that babies could come early, and that twins had a habit of coming early. But she wasn't supposed to be going into labor right now. 37 weeks, and she was trying to do grocery shopping. And while she wasn't a medical doctor, she could tell that she was in active labor and was not going to actually make it to a hospital.

[kalissimsblog]

~Welcome to the world: Harper and Hadley~

Harper was the first born, and Hadley the second. They're five minutes apart, and almost identical :)

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