#curl up like a pill bug

[honeyhoneypot]

pill bug,,, curl up like a pill bug update tomorrow?? pill bug update on honeypots birthday??? end of pill bug???

fav excerpts of this chapter so far <333

[nectorbruise]

IM BACK

Hey guys, it’s been a long time. I’ve had to focus on the musical I’m in so right now I don’t have a lot of free time, but I really really wanted to draw this. I love tdi fics and “curl up like a pill-bug” is my one true love. I am looping every Chris and Noah interaction like a wheel on fire.

The fic references Icarus a lot so I thought I would draw Icarus sinking into the ocean after getting low key melted.

If you like Alenoah, I’d recommend this fic. I love loving things. I love having interests.

[bear-do-well]

Having misophonia really sucks because like what do you mean my brother is eating snickers in my proximity and it's making me homicidal?

Like I straight up have to leave the room right this fucking instant because I'm so irrationality angry at the fact he's chewing too loudly (plus I really want to cut my ears off or something)

Oh yay he's finished eating! I'm okay again!!

genuinely. another person makes a person sound and i want to peel off all my skin in one fell swoop

[fy0lin]

im gonna crash out

[flippingthebluebird]

Cramps are the devil and ibuprofen is my new god

[artifacts-and-arthropods]

Giant Emerald Pill-Millipede: when these enormous millipedes are all rolled up, their bodies can be as big as a baseball, a tennis ball, or a small orange

This species (Zoosphaerium neptunus) is commonly known as a giant emerald pill-millipede. The females can measure up to 90mm long (roughly 3.5 inches), making this the largest species of pill-millipede in the world.

There is a significant degree of sexual dimorphism in this species, with the males measuring only about 45mm (1.8 inches) long -- roughly half the size of the females.

Giant emerald pill-millipedes are found only in Madagascar, which is home to several endemic species of giant pill-millipedes (order Sphaerotheriida). The Malagasy name for giant pill-millipedes is "Tainkintana," which means "shooting-star."

Pill-millipedes use conglobation as a defense mechanism, which means that they can curl their bodies up into a spherical shape so that their dorsal plates form a protective shield around the softer, more vulnerable parts of their bodies, just like an actual pill-bug or a "roly-poly."

When they roll themselves up completely, they look almost like gently polished chunks of malachite, emerald, or jade.

Giant emerald pill-millipedes will sometimes form large swarms that travel together as a group. This is the only species of giant pill-millipede that engages in any sort of swarming behavior, and the purpose of that behavior is still unclear. The swarms often contain thousands of individuals, with almost all of them moving in the same direction, even when there is no physical contact that might allow the millipedes to "herd" one another along.

Their swarming behavior also has some very peculiar features, as this article explains:

During swarming, Zoosphaerium neptunus individuals pay little attention to their surroundings; many specimens were observed walking straight into and drowning in small puddles. Some swarms even display ‘cliché lemming behaviour:' in Marojejy, a large part of a swarm walked into and drowned in a small river.

No single specimen was observed walking ‘against the current,' all specimens were moving in the same direction (southeast), even when not in contact with one another.

Of 273 randomly collected individuals, 105 were males, while 168 were females. The males were 8.3 - 14.1 mm wide (average width 10.4 mm). According to the inner horns of the posterior telopods, all males were sexually mature. The females were 9.95 - 15.4 mm wide (average width 11.4 mm). All females displayed non sclerotized vulvae and were sexually immature.

Some researchers argue that the swarming serves as a defense mechanism, providing a layer of protection (or at least some cryptic cover) against local predators, but the swarming behavior is still poorly understood.

Important Note: I just want to remind everyone that these animals belong in their own natural habitat -- they should not be trapped, bought/sold, traded, shipped, collected, or kept as pets. This particular species does not survive well in captivity, either, and the demand for these "exotic" invertebrates is putting the wild populations in jeopardy. The previous article discusses those issues, too:

Another possible threat for Z. neptunus swarms are collections for the pet trade. There exists a large demand in Japan, Europe and North America for 'green -eyed monsters’ as pets. Giant pill -millipedes from Madagascar unfortunately have a very short survival time in terraria. The species is specialized on low-energy food (dead leaves), and adapted to the cool climates (<20°C) of the highlands. Specimens in terraria often starve to death quickly.

So I know that they're adorable and really, really fascinating...but let's just let them be their chunky, adorable little selves out in the wild where they belong.

Sources & More Info:

European Journal of Taxonomy: Seven New Giant Pill-Millipede Species and New Records of the Genus Zoosphaerium from Madagascar

Madagascar Conservation & Development: Swarming Behavior in the World's Largest Giant Pill-Millipede, Z. neptunus, and its Implication for Conservation Efforts

Bonn Zoological Bulletin Supplementum: The Giant Millipedes, Order Sphaerotheriida (an Annotated Species Catalogue) (PDF)

African Invertebrates: Madagascar's Living Giants: Discovery of Five New Species of Endemic Giant Pill-Millipedes from Madagascar (PDF)

[invoncible]

viltrumite mark & f! reader, MDNI. — mark suspects you're trying to baby trap him ... which is sooo crazy cuz that's what he was doing too ! long live the empire ... or something cw. mutual manipulation, toxicity, mutual baby trapping, breeding, mentions of pregnancy — a/n i hate this sm i can't even proofread it,, definitely lost the plot but anyways enjoy

your back hit the mattress with a soft gasp. mark tossed your shredded clothes to the floor without a second thought, broad shoulders crowding you as he loomed over the bed. his eyes drank you in, heavy and half-lidded with something more than lust—something deep and possessive.

your handsome boyfriend was many things: meticulous, strong, patient... too patient. too gentle. you loved those things about him, but you wanted to take it to the next level... you figured he just needed a little motivation!

you'd been pissing him off all day and he couldn't figure out what he did wrong to deserve your bratty behavior. wearing all his favorite clothes but ignoring him, wearing his favorite scent but refusing to let him come near you, making plans but forgetting to include him—you knew exactly what you were doing. and now you were right where you wanted to be—under him, trembling, exposed.

"you’re so beautiful," he muttered, voice wrecked with want. "but you were so mean today."

his hands roamed possessively, spreading you open. his fingers dragged up your inner thigh, thumb teasing the slick mess leaking from your pussy. he groaned at the sight of it. "so wet already, love. all that attitude today just cuz you wanted me to fuck it outta you?" he chuckled lowly. "all you had to do was ask, sweet girl. you know i love to satisfy you."

you whimpered beneath him, fingers curling into his forearms. his cock pressed against your entrance, swollen head nudging just right to make your hips twitch.

"mark, baby, please," you whispered, glossy-eyed and desperate.

his gaze darkened, lips twitching into a smirk. "i don't know... i haven't forgotten how you misbehaved." he cooed, dragging the head of his cock through your folds—slow, teasing strokes that made you squirm. "even this feels like too much mercy for you..."

"i'm sorry!" you weren't. "i won't ignore you again!" you would, especially if it meant he’d take you like this.

he clicked his tongue, voice dipping lower. "mm."

you were close. so close. weeks of carefully planned sabotage; throwing out every last condom, doubling up on supplements behind his back, doing every last thing to rile him up. all you needed was for him to stop thinking and act.

"you mean it?"

you nodded vigorously, clawing at his arms. "mhm! i mean it, promise! pleeeease, mark—" your legs fastened around his waist, coaxing him forward.

he cursed as he leaned over to the side of the bed, practically yanking the side drawers open, rifling around for condoms. but you were pulling on his free hand and it was getting hard to think straight with your pretty whines.

"'m on the pill," you said hurriedly. you weren't. "just—just c'mere, please? i need you..."

"shh, i know." he smiled languidly over his shoulder, but his facade meant nothing to you; you could see the way his breathing grew uneven. "give me a second."

"no!" you cried, harshly tugging him back towards you, gripping his shoulders so tightly your nails left crescent-shaped dents in his skin, just the way he liked.

he stared down at you. if he didn't know the context, he'd confuse your urgency for something far more serious, like you were on the verge of dying or something.

"now, mark," you whispered. "i wanna feel you."

his cock throbbed hard against your entrance, already soaked with how ready you were. his sweet girl, soft and pliant and so fucking pretty when you begged. the way your eyes shimmered, your lips pouted just for him... he was gone a long time ago, but now he really couldn’t think straight.

but one thing was bugging him...

initially, mark was not worried about you catching on to his plans. you trusted him with all your heart! of course you wouldn't think twice if he bought the cheapest condoms that could possibly break... or if he took over meal prep, feeding you dishes and smoothies that were super healthy for you. he had to keep his future wife healthy, of course, for multiple reasons.

the viltrumite empire was coming for earth. he knew that well—it was his whole purpose. but you're soft, precious, and so annoyingly human in your fragility—you didn't deserve to be the enemy. he couldn't stand by and see you suffer by his people's hands, not when he loved you so.

so he decided knocking you up was for your benefit. to him, it was the obvious solution. both of you always talked about having a family anyway...

but your behavior lately was getting sloppy with desperation, and he was beginning to realize how cunning you truly were. you were insatiable, always conveniently forgetting to remind him of protection, and all those new wellness habits you adopted—what were they for, really? he was only turned on more by the thought of you sneaking around trying to get him to put a baby in you. you wanted him that bad? wanted him in the same way he wanted you?

strangely enough, the revelation didn't make him feel better. you wanted something more from him and instead of letting him do it right the first time, you tried to sneak and do it yourself? were you aware of how many times he wanted to throw you on the nearest surface and fuck his seed into you til it took? all the cum he wasted when it could've been spilling into you, properly, where it belonged?

he grunted with annoyance, life returning to his body when he slammed into you—one swift motion, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that ripped from his chest. your cunt stretched to take him, walls fluttering, gripping him so tight it made his eyes squeeze shut.

you gasped sharply, back arching off the warm mattress when you felt him prodding at your cervix. even in your ecstasy, you remembered to dig your heels into his back, pulling him close and deep and making sure he stayed there.

mark's eyes flitted down your body, restless with desire, and your gentle boyfriend vanished.

"you happy?" he muttered sharply, thrusting deep and fast. "you feeling me now?"

you couldn’t speak. couldn’t think. you were gone already, your nails clawing down his back, tears leaking from your lashes as he ruined you. every inch of him hit just right, every thrust punching a moan from your chest.

"mark—"

"shut up," he snapped, gripping your hips for better leverage to piston into you, completely lost with the blazing heat of your cunt swallowing his cock with every thrust of his hips. "you wanted this," he panted, thumb pressing to your clit hard enough to make you jolt. "wanted me to lose it, huh? wanted me to fuck you full and give you a baby?"

wait. "huh?" your eyes fluttered open.

he laughed, "don't act dumb, now. m'not mad. proud of you, actually—" he cut himself off, biting his tongue as his thoughts were consumed by his lower half.

your brain barely processed the words spilling from his mouth—all you could do was nod and preen under the fact that your plan worked. you were so far gone, so cockdrunk.

"my perfect girl," he hummed hoarsely, hips stuttering as your gummy heat tightened around him. "should've done this sooner. no one'll touch you, ever."

"i—"

"shh," he leaned back on his legs, scooping handfuls of your ass and fucked down into your fluttering walls like you were his personal fleshlight. "i’ll give you what we’ve both been wanting—" a pitiful whine tumbled off his lips as he continued to rant whatever filth came to his mind. "over 'nd over 'nd over again ‘til there’s no way you won’t get knocked up���"

mark’s palm spread across your lower stomach, pinning you down while his cock dragged deep, like he was memorizing every inch of you from the inside out.

you whined, warmth blooming in your core and gushing around him. he leaned closer, breath ghosting the shell of your ear as his hips rolled forward again, so deep you could hardly breathe.

"i'll make all of them strong," he gritted out. "but they’ll be soft and beautiful like you."

you could barely process what he was saying with the way his cock squished that spongy spot deep inside consistently, only picking up bits and pieces. "all of them?"

"oh, yeah. we're not stopping at one. they'll have to protect you,” he continued, a laugh on his lips. “every single one of them."

you clenched down on him involuntarily, biting your lip as your body trembled beneath the weight of his promise.

"does that please you, love?" he asked, almost amused, gaze flickering down to watch the way your body took him. "knowing you’ll never be alone again?"

he pulled back, just the tip inside, before slamming back in with a sharp grunt. your breath hitched, hands fisting in the sheets. "mm. you’ll be revered," he muttered, eyes burning. he wanted to make you wait for it, but even he was itching to abandon his gloating. "you're doing great work for the empire. they will honor you; i’ll honor you."

mark kissed your temple with chilling tenderness. "what a privilege it is to make you mine like this. you were made for me.” he shifted, grabbing your hips with both hands now, fucking you a little harder—still slow, still controlled, but sharper, like his restraint was slipping with every second.

"you’ll be so beautiful," he murmured drunkenly, almost to himself, "round and tired and soft… and i’ll take care of everything, love. you’ll stay in bed, right here, where i can keep you safe and full." his thumb circled your clit lazily, coaxing your pleasure from you.

you cried out, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, and mark swallowed your moan with a lazy kiss. your legs tightened around his waist. your orgasm crept in slowly, curling from the base of your spine and tightening in your belly. your walls fluttered around him, hips trembling without control as he stayed buried deep.

"mark—" you whispered, your grip tight.

"i know." he hissed, every bone in his body focused on seeing you through. "come on, we got a few more rounds to go after this one, love."

your release cracked through you like lightning, pulsing waves of pleasure rippling through your body as your vision blanked. heavily breathing, you slumped against the mattress, gushing around his cock and soaking the sheets below.

feeling you milk him was it for mark—he groaned as he came hard, spilling buckets deep inside you, twitching with each thick rope of seed painting your walls. mark collapsed on top of you, nudging himself deeper despite the sensitivity to make sure you milk every drop, adamant on avoiding waste.

while he's focused on making the plan work, you’re busy being dizzy with ecstasy at the thought of succeeding in the first place. through the fog of his mind, mark watches your chest rise and fall, a ghost of a smile on your face, and he's wants to go again—he needs to go again, keep you stuffed and satiated. and how could he not feel that way when you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close to your clammy skin? he snuck an arm under your lower back and met you halfway, pulling you flush against him, still buried deep.

he'd let you catch your breath, bring you some water, and massage your tender limbs... because you weren't leaving the bed any time soon. now that you were on the same page, you both had some work to do 𖹭

© invoncible

[lay-z]

Knocked Up | 2

— pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader 

— warnings/info: 18+ only | Accidental Pregnancy AU; (unprotected) sex/smut; premature ejaculation; hurt/comfort; angst; humor; jealousy; teammates to lovers; cussing; pregnancy; (most probably) military and medical inaccuracies

Pining for your friend leads to a boozy night and a terribly life-changing consequence.

 ᥫ᭡ masterlist

Five weeks later... | June 24th, 2025

It started this morning―excruciating nausea combined with hot flushes that wake you up even before your already disrespectfully early alarm clock goes off.  

A stomach bug, you tell yourself, which is a terrible realization for someone who suffers from emetophobia, and you end up popping a colourful arrangement of pills into your mouth like any Special Forces operator you know would―a nice recommendation of Jade―and you start your day with a steaming cuppa from the mess hall that tastes more of the plastic cup than Earl Grey and a cheap fag borrowed from some rookie that you passed on the way to your office. 

It’s noon, in the middle of a briefing for an upcoming recon mission, when your unusual queasiness becomes too much to ignore. 

The nausea remains persistent. It clings to your stomach like your damp undershirt clings to your feverish skin. The fluorescent lights are too bright, burning your suddenly overly sensitive eyes, and the gum you’ve been chewing to keep yourself from throwing up, is starting to taste awfully metallic on your tongue, making everything worse. 

After breathing through another urge to gag while your mouth keeps filling with sour saliva, you can’t take it anymore. 

“Captain!” 

Your chair scrapes over the linoleum floor as you stand abruptly, the sound uncomfortable and sudden enough to interrupt the captain’s monologue at the front of the room. Clearing your throat awkwardly, you accidentally swallow your gum. 

“Cap’n Price... ugh... sir,” you press forward, fingers curling around your thumbs, nails digging into your sweaty palms as you clench your hands into fists to distract yourself from the rumbling in your stomach. “I’m sorry, sir, but I need to step outside a moment.” 

The room goes silent with several heads turning around to ogle, their attention snapping to you all at once like a bunch of nosy classmates instead of elite operators, only adding to the sudden rush of anxiousness you’re already experiencing.  

However, one pair in particular―dark and sharp and always assessing with a sniper’s precision―stands out to you, and your lashes flutter briefly when you make eye contact with him across the tables in a way that’s not purely professional for the first time in five weeks. It’s almost imperceptible behind his mask and the black, greasy paint covering his pale skin, but you do notice the way his gaze softens with something akin to concern, and your heart gives a strange flutter in return. 

There’s still that artificial distance between you and Simon since you’ve snuck out on him the morning after, but in this moment, it doesn’t feel like he hates you as much as you assumed he does. 

“Sergeant?” Captain Price’s deep voice coaxes you back to the present, his bushy, furrowed brows making the wrinkles around his eyes stand out while he gives you a quick once-over, his gaze narrowed, obviously picking up on your hazy eyes and sickly state. He’s rarely seen you not well―even after severe blood loss you’ve managed to crack jokes and one-liners in the past. 

And just like that, the same palpable distance snaps right back into place once you break eye with him, your gaze meeting your captain’s instead. 

Then Price makes a vague gesture towards the door. “Do us all a favour and go see a medic while yer at it, aye? That’s an order. You’re dismissed.” 

The way from HQ to the infirmary on base feels like a trek through unknown territory and several climate zones as you drag yourself through paved streets on wobbly legs, arms hugging your shivering and feverish form tightly while you try your darndest not to hurl right in front of some passing soldiers before staggering through the blinding corridors of the all too familiar MTF. 

A pretty picture you must be―one of Captain Price’s brilliant task force operators wandering the base like a zombie straight out of The Walking Dead. Even the low groans and grunts you’re letting out under your breath fit the role. 

Your heart jolts with relief as you notice that the door to Jade’s office is cracked open. The door reading her rank and name in bold letters―Capt. J. Antara MD. 

The soft sound of her voice is drowned out by the rushing in your ears and the sour taste of saliva filling your mouth again while your heart thuds harshly against your ribcage with anxiety and the effort of your oesophagus and throat tightening.  

“Jade―!” 

In a rush, the white door pushes open and slams into the wall while your arms flail, gripping for anything as leverage before you nearly stumble into the examination table in the corner. You can barely hear her gasp and call out your name as you’re slumping onto your knees and bending over the small waste bin, body tensing instinctively as you retch and vomit loudly. 

Fat, salty tears are streaming down your face as you empty the remnants of last night’s supper into the bin for what feels like an eternity while Jade is quick to kneel next to you after closing the door; her palm warm and soothing to your trembling body as she gently rubs and strokes your back. 

“Jade... ‘m dyin’,” you choke out in between pathetic sobs, dramatic as ever. She snorts, still rubbing your back. “Nonsense.” You retch again. “Make it stop!” 

You spit and sniffle, desperate to get rid of the taste of vomit, and Jade’s presence only leaves your side momentarily as she picks up her water bottle from her desk, unscrewing it before offering it to you. 

“Drink up, darling.” 

As you sit back on your haunches as soon as your stomach seems more settled, you take the offered bottle with shaky hands and a runny nose while the snap of rubber gloves brings your attention back to your friend. 

“Really?” you ask hoarsely, playfully offended as Jade adjusts the blue gloves over her nimble fingers. She cocks an eyebrow while she eyes your feverish face. “Are you hungover?” 

You scoff, lips pursing as you shake your head slowly. “Then yes, really.” Jade nods curtly. 

Once she manages to help you up onto the examination table, you’re still quivering, alternating between hot and cold flushes, utterly drained of your energy, wiping your face and gurgling with water. 

“So,” she starts as she grabs a clipboard and clicks the butt on her pen, putting down your general information on the patient info sheet. “Tell me about your symptoms.”  

“I’m sorry for barging in here like some bloody animal,” you croak out instead, legs swinging while your cold hands are tucked between the rubber mattress and your thighs. “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” You sound sheepish, uncomfortable, and you know that Jade can hear it. 

Now that you’re less nauseous and more aware of your surroundings, a different strange feeling settles in your gut―awkwardness. You know you haven’t been the best of friends in the past few weeks. 

“It... err... it’s alright. Don’t worry about it,” she makes a dismissive gesture with her hand, keeping her eyes on the clipboard before letting out a soft sigh. “I was on the phone with the boutique,” she explains, her voice even and professional, trying her hardest to keep her face neutral. “Made an appointment to try on dresses. It’s a whole―” she makes another gesture with her hand, “thing now that my momma and Kyle’s mum... and his sisters... and my sister... want to come.” 

There’s a pause. You chew on the inside of your cheek, picking up on the frustration in her voice, and knowing Jade only wanted her witness―namely you―present while choosing her wedding dress. You’re not surprised that she’s asked her family members by now. 

Gently, you nudge her shin with the tip of your right combat boot like a puppy testing its limits. “Jade–” 

Her shoulders tense underneath her white coat. “Don’t. It’s okay.” But you shake your head, even if she refuses to look at you right now. “No, it’s not. I’m so fucking sorry for being... so distant again.” 

“No, I know. I get it.” Finally, her long lashes flutter as she glances up into your eyes, her own glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you.” 

“I swear I’m gonna do better. I–I wanna be there for you... and for Gaz.” She wipes at the corner of her eye and you nudge her shin again, cracking a crooked smile. “It’s my fault you two ended up together after all, eh? ‘S my responsibility that everything goes smoothly until you’ve tied the bloody knot.” 

“Oh, shut up you.” Jade rolls her eyes in faux annoyance, but her hazel eyes shine with mirth. “Now tell me why you just threw up into my bloody bin before I change my mind and send you over to Doc Bryan.” 

That makes your nose wrinkle dramatically. “Ugh, stop that right now. You know I won’t let anyone else near me but you―especially not that bloody tosser.” 

Jade chuckles quietly, relishing in the fact that she can still use his name alone to get under you skin so easily. “Then be a good little soldier and answer my questions.” 

And so, you do. 

Nausea, vomiting (obviously), fatigue, light sensitivity, hot flushes, shivers― 

“No diarrhoea?” 

You shake your head, legs swinging again. “Negative,” you answer obediently before kissing your teeth, peeking at the clipboard as Jade keeps scribbling too many words on the sheet. “Now gimme the good stuff an–” 

“When was the last time you had your period?” 

Her eyes flicker up after a moment of silence from you while you simply stare at her, frozen. 

“Well?” You exhale through your nose, spine straightening up as you begin to count mentally. “Like... three, no, four–four weeks ago.” Your mouth goes dry again. A pin drops inside your brain, right into the pit of your stomach as nausea overcomes you again―more forcefully this time.  

“Okay, uh–” Jade’s eyes scan the paper while you’re slowly starting to panic, blood running cold while the pulse in your neck begins to throb. The mental image of soft brown eyes staring at you, flash through your mind; the phantom touch of rough, brawny hands on your hips causing you to jolt on the spot. 

“Hey, don’t panic now, okay?” Jade’s cheeks dimple while her plump, glossy lips pull into her soft trademark smile. “It’s just a standard question.” 

But you’re already spiralling, inhaling the sterile air of her office with sharp, shallow breaths. “No... No, you don’t–” Your voice cracks and you clear your throat to keep some bit of composure while your fingers curl into the fabric of your cargos. 

“You don’t understand, Jade.” You’re pleading now as if she could make the possibility of that go away.  

Her forehead wrinkles as Jade regards you with nothing but confusion, clutching the clipboard to her chest. You surely would’ve told her about any one night stand you’ve had―oh, if it hadn’t been for the sudden radio silence in the past weeks.  

“Sweetheart, you can’t be pregnant unless you had unprotected sex, you know that.” 

Your face drops even more and for a moment you simply stare at each other, until her eyes widen and her lips part with a shocked gasp.  

“Wait–What?!” And suddenly, all professionalism vanishes despite the location, the rank and doctor title stitched onto her white cloak; doe-eyes becoming bigger with each squeaked question. “When? With WHO?!” 

You bite your lip hard, contemplating if you could simply lie, but Jade is persistent―and nosy. 

“Who?” 

“You’re not allowed to ask that as my doctor.” You’re almost smug to know that fact. 

She frowns, huffing. “Girl, I’m entitled to know as your bloody friend.” 

“Ah... shite.” Her frown deepens, half-teasing/half-serious, eyes narrowing dangerously. You owe her this and you know you can’t do this by yourself. Exhaling a long, heavy sigh, you answer: “Well... there’s just... just one man who could possibly–” 

Thinking those words are enough to make you gag and you swiftly clamp your hand over your mouth while Jade takes a swift step backwards, already pushing the waste bin in position between your dangling legs. 

“It’s Johnny, innit?” 

You burp in surprise, and it smells awful as you glare at her through wet lashes, still breathing through the nauseous. “Fuck no,” you mutter, shoulders slumping in defeat. “It’s... It’s Simon.” 

“GHOST?!” The clipboard clatters to the floor, you flinch and Jade hurries to pick it up, muttering curses under her breath. “Ghost?” she repeats, calmer this time, as she steps closer again, sensing your distress. 

“When–” 

“The night we returned from that mission in Rio,” you remind her, twiddling your thumbs nervously. “I got... fuck.” You rub your hands over your face, both willing away and trying to remember the memories of that particular night. “I got absolutely pissed... because of Johnny, and I just–” 

“You ended up sleeping with Simon?” You wrap your arms around yourself, rubbing your arms self-soothingly as you nod, feeling all those suppressed emotions bubbling up in your throat at once, adding to the ongoing sickness. “I was frustrated... and sad, and he–he was just there, and he was so–so fuckin’ nice to me, Jade.” 

You only realize that you’re crying when Jade pulls a tissue from her pocket, shushing you softly before she pushes the bin aside and steps between your thighs to pull you into a hug. 

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay.” The light pressure of her lips on your hair is enough to make you cling onto her for more comfort. “So, what? You’re dating Simon now; that’s Johnny’s bloody loss. I just wish you would’ve told me sooner, you dafty.” 

That makes your ears perk up before you let out a shuddering breath. “I’m not... Simon.” She pulls back, holding you by the shoulders as she processes your statement. “What?” 

Wiping your nose with the tissue, you can’t bear to meet her eyes. “I snuck out the next morning, because I was scared, and confused, and–and fuckin’ ashamed, and–” You shrug half-heartedly. “He never approached me, and we never talked about it.” 

“You two been acting like nothing happened for, what, like a month now? Seriously?”  

The tone in her voice isn’t accusing, but she does sound like a disappointed mother who taught you better than that, and the urge to roll your eyes like a petulant teenager, itches behind your eye sockets. 

“Seriously,” you confirm reluctantly. “I mean... he’s not known to be the most... communicative bloke, is he?” 

Jade tuts, cocking a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “Neither are you.” That makes you cringe internally. “Yeah, I deserved that.” She hums in agreement, but there is no malice or grudge in her eyes, and you can’t help but feel thankful for that. 

“So, what’s next? Am I–” You swallow thickly, the aftertaste of vomit still thick and sour on your tongue. “Calm down. We don’t know anything yet. It could still be a stomach bug or food poisoning. Just because you had unprotected sex once doesn’t mean he managed to knock you up, okay?” 

You nod tersely, teeth clenching with ongoing tension despite her reassuring words. 

There is a pause as she puts the clipboard down on her neat desk before she walks over to one of her cabinets while you observe, thoughts running a mile a minute, and making you woozy. 

“I was ovulating that day.” The remark makes her freeze, holding the white cabinet doors open as she glances over at you with a blank expression. “You’re really not making this case any better, love.”  

Less than fifteen minutes later, you’re sitting in the armchair in front of Jade’s desk, holding the life-changing answer in your hands; unblinking and rigid, as if you could simply will away the second pink line if you stare at it hard enough. 

Now blissfully numb―no more trembling hands, no more nausea, no more racing heartbeat―your head feels like it’s filled with cotton. 

The only sound you register being the clock ticking on the wall, loud and taunting, shoving the fact that a life is now growing inside you―with every passing second―right into your face. The thought makes you sick again. 

Eventually, Jade speaks up softly from behind her desk: “You’re in shock.” 

“I’m pregnant.” Voice is barely a whisper; afraid it will become unbearably real if you say it any louder. “Jade, I can’t do this.” Your eyes finally tear away from the pregnancy test resting in your palms and you meet hers. “I’m fucking pregnant.” 

The piece of plastic clatters on her desk as you throw it haphazardly before leaning back in your seat, pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes with a groan while Jade sits with her legs crossed, hands folded neatly on top of her knee, radiating nothing but calmness as she ponders.  

“You’ll need to see a gynaecologist soon to confirm your pregnancy. I can make an appointment for you here at the clinic and–” 

“No,” you interrupt her, shaking your head as you sit up straight again, forcing yourself to recover and function. “I don’t want anyone on base to know.”  

“What? But you need to see a gynaecologist, love,” Jade insists, brows furrowing into a worried frown before she adds: “And you should also tell Simon.” 

It’s like the floor shifts beneath your boots while you’re slowly unravelling at your seams―everything you’ve worked so terribly hard for falling out of place because of one foolish mistake.  

Not an enemy’s bullet, not a miscalculation, a teammate’s error or insubordination―real threats you’ve feared since joining the army. No, you let something mundane like personal matters cloud your judgment and ruin your life. 

Clutching the armrests, your nails dig into the thin leather cushion, and neither Jade speaking your name nor the rhythmic knocking at her office door manages to snap you out of your internal spiral. 

When the door to her office flings open, Jade is about ready to bark curses at the intruder, until she sees her fiancée’s tall frame and toothy grin as he struts into the room like he owns it, clad in his fatigues and combat boots. 

“Have you ever heard of knocking, Sergeant Garrick?” Jade hisses half-heartedly, relaxing back into her seat as Kyle ducks his head sheepishly and closes the door behind him.  

“It’s your lunch break,” he remarks, tapping a finger on his watch before his eyes dart over to you curiously, still slumped in your seat. Jade clears her throat and shoots him a look as soon as his gaze meets hers. “Hey, I just wanted to see my wife, alright?” He shrugs nonchalantly as if his words didn’t just cause her heart to flutter like a hummingbird's wings in her chest. 

However, when Jade opens her mouth with a witty retort tingling on the tip of her tongue, she notices how Kyle’s gorgeous brown eyes suddenly widen comically as his attention shifts to her desk. 

In a blink of an eye and with the reflexes of an elite operator, he snatches up the pregnancy test and clutches it in his gloved hands while his chest heaves with deep yet shaky breaths. 

Your head snaps up, heart dropping into your queasy stomach while your eyes flicker between your best friend and your teammate with rapidly spiking anxiety.  

And all logic vanishes at once as he stares down at the little piece of plastic in his hands―just like you did mere moments ago. 

“Kyle–” Jade jumps to her feet, nearly losing her balance as her office chair pushes back with force. She takes a swift step towards him. “Kyle, I can explain!” 

“Baby, are you pregnant?!” he exclaims, and you shrink in your seat, utterly speechless as guilt and fear claw up your spine, causing your neck to break out in another sweat. Causing even more problems is the last thing you want, especially not for them―not for Jade, the one friend who has been nothing but supportive, understanding, and kind to you. 

But when your open your mouth to clarify this terrible misunderstanding, no words dare come out and before you know it, Kyle has pulled Jade into his arms. 

“Fuckin’ hell, baby,” he mutters through panting breaths before kissing the crown of her dark hair. “Fuck! I can’t believe it. I’m so fuckin’ scared and happy right now. I’m gonna be a dad!” 

Your lips part in silent shock, and you bring one clammy hand up to cover your mouth as Kyle lets out a loud, boyish laugh. Jade turns her head as he keeps hugging her tightly, and she peeks at you with her cheek squished against his chest―a look of pure bafflement and plea on her face. 

Your heart pounds in your chest. “Uh... uhm...” And you clear your dry throat. “Gaz?” 

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જ⁀➴ ♡ Starring: Vi.ᐟ Caitlyn.ᐟ Sevika.ᐟ જ⁀➴ ♡ !!-18//MDNI-!!

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•Sevikaજ⁀➴ ♡

❤︎ Oh she’s a sweetheart, really, but the poor woman is overworked and the day slipped her mind until Shoola makes some off-handed comment at work— then she’s absolutely cursing herself.

❤︎ She gets home late afternoon, flowers bundled up in her hands and an apology sitting on her tongue— her shoulders dropping at the sight of you bundled up on the sofa.

“Angel, I’m so fucking sorry.” Her voice is all soft and dejected as she sits down right beside you, a big hand resting over your knee. “You know work just keeps on pilling up, I didn’t even notice the—”

You immediately dismantle her, fingers curling around hers with a gentle smile and tender eyes, gleaming up at her with a sickly sweet love. “S’alright Sev, you’ll make it up to me.” And god she swears she will.

❤︎ And she really does! Cooking you up that one homemade meal you’re always bugging her to make since the first time she made it for you. A nice candle-lit dinner, popping open a bottle of your fave, showering you with sweet compliments and tender touches— her hand rubbing your thigh from beneath the table.

❤︎ In fact her hands don’t leave the soft curvature of your perfect body for a single moment, guiding you into your shared bedroom— kissing along your jaw and down your neck, a sincere apology hidden in the way she sheds your clothes from your body.

❤︎ She had you spread open for her on the bed, mechanical hand squeezing the inside of your thigh— the cold metal against your flushed skin shoots a shiver through your body, one that was only doubled as she pushes the vibrator a little harder to your clit.

“That’s it, baby, keeping making those pretty noises f’me yeah?” Her voice was all gruff and ragged, watching in almost awe as rubs the toy over your sensitive bud so painstakingly slow, you can’t help but buck your hips up in desperation, needing more.

“Mmfm, p-please Vika! please.” You whine, hands fisting at the bedsheets when she turns it up to a setting that makes your thighs shake as the vibrations intensify, your cunt soaking the toy as she rubs it through your slick folds.

“Please?— please what baby? I ain’t a mind reader.” She absolutely lives for the way you arch up from the bed, looking up at her with glossy eyes.

❤︎ Sevika likes to take her time, pushing you right to the edge before bringing the vibrator away with a small smirk, scoffing a chuckle as your whines get louder and somehow, even more, needier from the way she rubs the slick toy over your pert nipples. Immediately leaning into your tits to lick and kiss at your glistening peaks murmuring about how “fucking good” you taste, her hand caressing over your waist and ribcage.

“Soaked for me huh?” She notes, smirking against your nipple as you blabber on about how much you need her until she dips her hand between your thighs to push her ring and middle fingers inside of your cunt, slick walls clamping around her thick digits— then you’re all broken moans and breathless gasps. “There you go, fucking swallowing my fingers up, huh? Greedy girl.”

Her eyes drink in every inch of your body as she sits back, her mechanical hand bringing the vibrator back to your clit as she curls her fingers deep inside you, fucking you until you’re seeing stars and some more.

❤︎ Sevika does good in making it up to you— spoiling you with a bubble bath, making sure to fold your favourite pyjama set over the radiator so they’re nice and warm for when you get out— fresh bedsheets and your favourite candle. She’d dote on you all weekend too because, at the end of the day, she really thinks you deserve the best.

•Caitlynજ⁀➴ ♡

❤︎ Nothing can ever be just ‘casual’ with Caitlyn, it’s a whole day thing for her. From the moment you open those pretty eyes, she’s completely at your beck and call.

❤︎ She would wake you up with sweet whispered nothings murmured against your jaw, kissing along your bare shoulders and over the nape of your neck— fingers slowly grazing down your spine in a gentle attempt to coax you out of dreamland.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my dearest.” her smooth velvety accent sends a slight shiver down your spine, humming in contentment.

You find her tender gaze as you turn to look up at her, all sleepy smiles and bleary eyes— her hand coming to rest against your warm cheek, tracing over the pillow lines that were printed into the soft skin. “Mm, happy Valentine’s Day love.” You respond, letting your eyes flutter close once more as she presses a kiss to your temple.

❤︎ She would have breakfast all ready, a platter of sweet fresh fruit and other various toppings for the heart-shaped waffles— she really does go all out and it was so worth it to see how your eyes twinkle in awe, the way your smile widens and the giggles that escape your lips.

❤︎ Caitlyn might have also splurged a little on you, okay maybe more than a little. A pretty dress that fitted your gorgeous frame oh so beautifully, adorning jewellery that made your complexion shine even more so than usual and a rather raunchy lingerie set that she couldn’t wait to take off, all folded in a gift bag just for you to wear tonight at dinner.

❤︎ A private booth in a fancy restaurant, gave her the perfect opportunity to tease you and she did— all night long, whispering filthy things into your ear. By the time the pair of you had climbed into the limousine, your panties were soaked and well Caitlyn really couldn’t help but slip her hand between your thighs, underneath your dress to rub her fingertips over the little damp spot.

“Mm, Cait—” you gasp, trying to keep as quiet as possible, not wanting the driver behind the partition to hear but it was so difficult when she hooks her middle finger over your lacy panties, the same pretty pair she gifted you with this morning, pushing them to the side slowly.

You hide your face against her shoulder, whimpering as she slides her fingertip along your slick folds, circling your clit with a feather-light touch— not giving you want you so desperately need which only makes you whine some more, hips bucking. “Sshh, you’re such a needy little thing, already so wet just from some words?” Her tone was almost condescending.

❤︎ A mess of shoes and clothes trail behind the pair of you, leading to your shared bedroom. Caitlyn didn’t have much patience, not when she was this turned on— needing to get her hands on you.

❤︎ Once she had you right where she wanted she couldn't stop. With you spread open for her in front of the mirror, her fingers teasing over your clit— wanting to make you cum again because gosh she couldn’t get enough.

“Look, baby, look how well your pretty pussy takes my fingers.” She coos, pressing a kiss to your jaw as you sit in between her legs— thighs draped over hers in front of the mirror as she slowly thrusts her two fingers into your fluttering hole. “Will you give me another, hmm?”

You let out a small whine, tipping your head backwards against her shoulder— her free hand instantly cupping your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together slightly, to make you face the mirror, admiring the way the pair of you fit together so perfectly. “Ah, Cait— Yeah, yeah, I can.” You whimper, watching how her fingers disappear inside you.

“Oh, such a good girl for me.” She hums in agreement, chuckling lowly as she curls her slender fingers perfectly— hitting that spongy spot deep inside you that makes your hips buck up against her hand, grinding your clit against the heel of her palm and whimpering for more. “That’s it’s, make a mess all over my hand— fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Caitlyn watches the reflection in awe, how your hips rock against her hand in tandem with her fingers in reckless abandon, chasing after that relief until you're gushing all over her digits, soaking the silk bedsheets whilst she coos praises into the bare skin of your shoulder.

❤︎ She didn’t stop there, spending the rest of the evening drawing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were boneless against the pillows, hair all tussled and completely flushed and panting. A beautiful sight.

❤︎ Caitlyn would shower you with praise, whispering sweet nothings into your sticky skin— nosing at your jaw and kissing all over your pretty face, keeping you grounded whilst she cleaned you up with such gentle hands before getting you a nice, cold glass of water and whatever else you needed. The rest of the night she spent cuddling you, with your head tucked beneath her chin, playing with your hair.

•Violetજ⁀➴ ♡

❤︎ Violet tries so hard to be all nonchalant about it, trying to act like she didn't know what was coming up but can’t— she fails horribly. Waking up at the crack of dawn to decorate the living room with heart-shaped bunting and balloons, giggling to herself whilst you slept peacefully upstairs in your shared bed.

❤︎ It was the waiting that she couldn’t deal with, pacing around the living room completely restless— every tiny noise that came from upstairs had her gasping softly in anticipation.

Violet's eyes lighten up as you walk into the living room, one of her shirts hanging around your shoulders, hair all tussled and eyes oh so sleepy— you giggle softly in surprise, looking around the decorated living room, ‘awwing’ softly as you spot a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting in a vase and a small box of your favourite chocolates. “There’s my girl, c’mere.” She chuckles, holding her arms out for you.

“When did you do this?” You ask all giddily, walking over to your equally excited girlfriend who all but tugs you closer to her— toned arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

“This morning, whilst you were snoozing.” She replies, words muffled against your hairline as she peppers your face with loving kisses, hands moving to cup your face, thumbs caressing your warm cheeks as you nuzzle into her palms with a content hum.

Your arms circle around her shoulders, holding her close as she watches your gaze flicker around the room once more— she lives for the way your eyes go all starry, the smile that was plastered across your pretty face. “Aw, you did really good.” You really just melt her heart completely, she hugs you tightly against her once more, showering you with affection as you both share murmured— “Happy Valentine’s Day.” and other sweet nothings.

❤︎ Vi would spend the morning doting on you, the full princess treatment because her girl really deserves only the best!— she’d treat you to whatever you wanted from the bakery just down the road for breakfast, showering together and doing your skincare routine for you.

❤︎ The pair of you would take the dog out for a nice walk around the local park before stopping at the shop, grabbing a few things for dinner and a couple of snacks along with pre-made brownie mix to bake later— which the pair of you somehow make a complete mess of but it was all apart of the fun!

❤︎ The whole day would be so relaxing— full of nothing but absolute love, your heart feeling so full as the evening rolls around. The pair of you snuggled up in bed as she kisses you ever so sweetly. The movie you had put on now long forgotten, the remote kicked off of the bed and somewhere on the floor as those kisses turned a lot more heated and greedy.

“Mm, need something baby?” Vi asks in between kisses, smirking against your lips as you grind your hips down against her— desperate for more of her, fingers grasping at her broad shoulders.

Oh, she’s so cocky. Chuckling against the soft curve of your jaw as she dips her hand into your pyjama bottoms, cupping your cunt through your underwear— the apparent wet spot giving you all away. “I want your— your strap, please.” You whisper shyly, pressing your face into her shoulder with a weak moan.

Your reply only inflates her ego, rubbing her fingers over your underwear— her other hand caressing over the curve of your waist and up to your hip. “Yeah? Don’t be shy baby, s’just me.” She coos, turning her head to press a kiss to your cheek, whispering a gentle, “Come on, tell me what you really want, hmm?” Lips grazing against the shell of your ear.

You whine, trying to grind down against her palm as you press your face further into the crook of her neck— groaning in both frustration and desire. “Want to ride your strap so badly, Vi— need you to fill me up, please.” You practically plead, and that was all Vi needed to hear.

❤︎ She never really had much patience, it was practically nonexistent when it came to you— especially when she craved you as bad as she does right now because god your body was a piece of damn art.

“You’re so beautiful, baby— keep moving, just like that.” Vi was practically drooling, her half-lidded eyes zeroing in on the way her strap disappears into your cunt with ease, the silicone toy glistening with your slick— hips grinding against her so clumsily, so desperately.

Her fingers dig into the fat on your hips for leverage, almost manhandling you into a slower pace so you could feel each mind-numbing drag of her cock along your gummy walls, drawing out those sweet broken cries from your parted lips— jaw all slack and eyes hooded. “F-Fuck Vi— feels so good!” You whimper, nails biting into her shoulder which all but shoots a shiver down her spine, making her arch her strap deeper up into you.

She swears to god she could feel you squeeze around her, physically impossible but right now, god, she’s certain— “Yeah? Taking it so deep angel, feel me right here, huh?” She coos, pressing her hand over your lower abdomen— her other sliding from your waist up to your tits as you continue to bounce her strap— thighs beginning to burn in such a good way.

You nod, blabbering on and on in agreement— a bunch of nonsensical moans that sound far too good slipping past your lips— so needy for her as your movements become all sloppy, your hand desperately pushing on hers until her fingers find your clit. “There you go baby, fuuuck look at you— cumming around my cock.” She watches in complete awe as you lose yourself in the feeling, bouncing on her strap until you’re gushing around the thickness— soaking her thighs.

❤︎ Vi would prepare a bath that would end in round two because she really couldn’t keep her greedy hands to herself— not that you had a single complaint when her fingers were stuffed inside you, thumb slowly rubbing against your clit, the warmth of the bubble bath enveloping you. It was all too good.

❤︎ You end the day all cuddled up in bed, matching pjs and clean bedding— her big, warm hands massaging your achy thighs as she lavishes your pretty face with tender kisses, telling you how much she loved you until the pair of you end up falling asleep halfway through a movie, limbs all tangled beneath the blankets.

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“Did you really mean what you said after the Gemmies?” He murmured, and Noah could see something in his eyes.

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FINAL PILL BUG FINAL PILL BUG!! WE DID IT CHAT!! okayyyy it might be two days later than i said it was but it was my birthday yesterday so it's okay trust 🙏🙏

ANYWAY thankyou to everyone thats ever read this fic ily <33 I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

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Aim for the Sky Part 30 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Even though Bradley isn't as nervous this time around, his excitement for the baby overflows at your first appointment with your doctor. After he surprises you with something at work, you get hit by a wave of jealousy.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, smut, pregnancy topics, lactation kink, jealousy

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Bradley sat in the familiar waiting room at Dr. Morris's office. Just like before, your hand was held tight in his with your cheek resting on his shoulder, but now he also had Rose curled up against his chest. She was sound asleep, her tiny body rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm that he was obsessed with. Even her fuzzy hair was starting to get a little longer now that she was over five months old. He couldn't be near her and not kiss the top of her head. It was actually impossible.

"I hope both babies look like you," he whispered.

When you tilted your head back to look at him, you rolled your eyes. "Rose looks like you."

"Nah. She's too cute."

You looked sleepy, like you could close your eyes and drift right off. "You're a DILF, Bradley. It's so annoying that you don't listen when I tell you that."

He was just alternating kissing Rose's head and yours, making you laugh, when a nurse opened the door and called your name. Bradley wasn't as nervous as he had been when you and he were here a year ago, antsy to find out more about Rose. He had the hang of this parenting thing by now, and he was just excited to hear a heartbeat today. The rest would sort itself out. You and he would figure out which room would become the second nursery. He would open a second college savings account even though both kids would get a full ride. He wasn't worried.

But you still were. He did his best to keep his enthusiasm at a normal volume when you started to stress about money or how exhausted you already were, but inside he was elated. Two kids! Two! If you would have asked him five years ago if he thought he'd ever buy a house, he would have told you no. Now he had a whole fucking family and a dog in the Craftsman.

Two kids under two would be a breeze. He just knew it.

"Right this way," the nurse said pleasantly. "You can wait in here. Dr. Morris will just be another minute or two."

Bradley let you get changed and settle onto the exam table while he bounced Rose in the chair. She was fresh from her nap, and she'd start bugging to eat soon enough. "I must admit, Nugget, I'm a bit surprised you're meeting your little sibling while you're still so tiny."

"He's lying, Rose. He planned it out this time," you replied, laying back with your eyes closed while he reached for your hand. "Your dad is a con artist."

The door opened, and Dr. Morris strode in, looking from you to Bradley and back to you. "I thought you were using the pill? What happened?"

You glared at Bradley. "Yeah, Roo. I thought we were using the pill."

He didn't want to point out that you were the one who left the birth control at home over the July Fourth weekend. "Well, you see, we were using the pill, but then plans changed." He cleared his throat and tried not to grin. "Dr. Morris, are you aware that the pullout method is not foolproof?"

She cradled her head in her hands before looking at him. "You know, I've heard that. Which is why I prescribed the pill."

"I missed one when we were away for a weekend," you whispered, drawing her attention your way. "And I'm really nervous that I didn't give my body enough time to heal after the last pregnancy," you added, gesturing to Rose. "And I'm still a little... heavy... from having her. What if I end up with high blood pressure again because of my weight?"

Bradley's eyes went wide. "You're worried about that? You're not even heavy, Sweetheart."

You shrugged, barely able to meet his eyes as Dr. Morris placed a soft hand on your arm. "Let's just give you a full exam, okay? There's no reason to assume the worst right now."

"Okay," you whispered, letting Bradley wrap your fingers up with his. He didn't understand how you could think you were anything other than perfect as you answered the doctor's questions while she turned on the ultrasound machine. Your blood pressure and heart rate sounded like they were perfect, and now it was time to find out more about the baby.

"Since you didn't menstruate after your daughter was born, it might be hard to pinpoint the exact due date."

Bradley cleared his throat again as the ultrasound wand disappeared beneath your hospital gown, making you wince as it was inserted. "Uh, actually, I can probably tell you the exact date and time of the... impregnation."

"You're not helping, Roo," you said, but a smile broke out on your lips. "God, I can't believe we fucked this up."

Then the baby was suddenly visible on the screen, and Bradley rocketed to his feet with Rose. "Look, Baby Girl. Another Nugget! There's the heartbeat!"

"Oh," you whispered, tugging him closer by your connected hands as you stared at the monitor. Tears shimmered in your eyes. "Okay, so maybe we didn't fuck up too badly."

"Everything looks great," Dr. Morris said, taking a few measurements. "You're about eleven to twelve weeks along. Let me narrow it down for you."

But Bradley already knew. He'd already done the math in his head. He was not at all surprised when she said the due date was April Fool's Day.

"That's not funny," you told Dr. Morris, gasping before bursting out laughing.

"I'm not joking," she replied. "Next year, April first. That's your due date. I'll see you back here in a few more weeks."

"Thanks," you whispered, holding tight to the ultrasound images that had been printed out for you. Dr. Morris gave Bradley a stern look as she walked past, and he had to fight the urge to salute in response. He was probably on thin ice with several people right now.

"I have to call my parents later. I wonder if we should tell them now?" you mused.

Oh, shit. He hadn't even thought about how your mom and dad might feel. They would love another grandchild, of course, but two so close together?

"Whenever you want to tell them is fine with me," he replied, taking the ultrasounds in his hand. The fridge at home was still covered in Rose's, so now there would be more to add to it. He examined the little nugget shape before showing it to his daughter. "Do you think it's a brother or a sister? Daddy doesn't care either way. I just love Nuggets."

She held the photo in her tiny hand as Bradley helped you get dressed again. He thought maybe it looked like you already had a bump growing, but he wasn't about to comment on your size, even if it did look cute.

"We have so much to do," you sighed. "You've got your new recruits turning up at work soon, and I'm about to start a fourth quarter project next month." A yawn overtook your sentence. "I don't know how we're going to handle things."

He didn't know what else to say, so he said what was becoming his new motto. "We'll figure it out, Sweetheart."

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Jake was perceptive, but Cat made you feel like you were transparent. Entering code while sitting next to her in the lab was tedious. Every time you breathed, it felt like she was going to figure out you were pregnant again. You swore she already knew.

You were past twelve weeks along. It wasn't like you couldn't start telling people, but you were still apprehensive to do so. But why? It wasn't like you were going to get smaller instead of bigger. Your pants were already fitting a little tighter, and you were absolutely dreading wearing that sad excuse for a maternity uniform again.

"Not the tent," you groaned softly, picturing the hideous, khaki monstrosity in the back of your closet.

"What did you say?" Cat asked, and your fingers froze on the keyboard.

"I said, I am intent on finishing this up today."

"Same," she agreed, her engagement ring sparkling in the fluorescent lighting. "I'm sick of looking at this project. We've been working on the same thing for months. You ready to get lunch?"

You were about to agree when you glanced at your phone and saw a text from your husband. "Um, actually, Bradley asked me to stop by and check something out."

"No worries," she replied, closing her laptop. "I'll see you in an hour."

"Right," you agreed, reading the text again as she walked away.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: can you meet me in the outbuilding next to the tower? wanna show you something

"This better be good." 

It was hot outside, and the asphalt smelled like it was burning before you got to the tarmac. The sun beat down on your back as you power walked your way to the building in question. It was just a bunch of offices, nothing else, so you weren't sure why he wanted you to come all the way over here. When you ducked inside the air conditioning again, you were sweaty and even more tired than before.

But then you saw it. A staff member was changing the names on the directory in the front foyer. One of them jumped out at you immediately, and your belly swooped with excitement.

LCDR Bradley Bradshaw (Room 117)

You rushed along the hallway, going nearly to the end before turning a corner. Room 117 was on the left, but the door was closed. When you knocked, it opened a few inches, and you saw his smiling face.

"You got an office!" you shouted, and the door swung all the way open to reveal a nice, quiet space a little bigger than your own. "Oh, Roo! It's swanky!"

"Swanky?" he asked with a laugh as your boots squeaked across the tile floor. "I wouldn't go right to swanky."

"You have a window! And a little couch!" you exclaimed, peeking out through the blinds to the tarmac. You spun around and looked at everything stacked up on his desk. There were aircraft manuals and clipboards, but there was also a framed wedding photo which was taken in the beach parking lot. And there was a photo of Rose trying to crawl next to Tramp which must have come from his locker. "I'm so proud of you."

You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him while he chuckled, but his hand slid lower on your back to your butt, giving you a little squeeze. "Not gonna lie, the first thing I thought of this morning when Mav told me was how cool my dad would have found this."

"Oh, Roo," you whispered, heart clenching.

"The second thing I thought of was fucking you senseless on my desk."

"Bradley!" Your voice was a needy whine, surprising even you. It had been at least a week since you had enough energy for sex, simply passing out in bed as soon as Rose fell asleep each night. But right now, your head tipped back, teeth sinking into your lip as you thought about how good he could make you feel if you let him.

One eyebrow was raised as he asked, "Do you want to? I have thirty minutes until I need to show my new pilots around."

Your hands were already on the fly of his khaki pants. "Yes." You didn't know what came over you, but you were horny as hell and absolutely needed this.

"Yeah?" he grunted, sucking in a deep breath as your hand delved into his underwear to wrap around his heavy cock. "Shit, Sweetheart."

You staggered backwards when he pushed you toward his desk, but he was gentle as your rear end met the edge. He'd be careful with you, that much was certain, but you were so horny, you wanted him immediately.

Bradley's fingers fumbled with your zipper as he said, "You know, this would be a lot easier if you were wearing your maternity tent."

"I was just thinking about that thing earlier!" you replied, laughing as you kissed him. 

"Ugly but functional," he whispered, mustache rough against your skin when he mashed his mouth to yours. 

You were left a moaning mess as his fingers stroked your tattoo before yanking your pants down to your knees. Then he was on his knees in front of you, looking up as he kissed your chubby belly, pushing your shirt out of his way. His lips were so soft, but his voice was raspy.

"The first quickie in my new office. Hopefully the first of many."

"Once upon a time, you promised you'd keep your hands off me at work," you whispered, his lips kissing along until his nose was rubbing your clit. "Pretty sure you lied about that one, Roo."

When his tongue dragged the length of your slit, his fingers tightened on your hips, digging in until you gasped. "You know when to take me seriously and when I'm full of shit. And right now, I'm so serious about making you scream."

He was. You could tell he was. Your husband was ready to go at a moment's notice all the time, and even a few days without fucking made you feel like he had some pent up energy that was going to make this explosive. Your nipples were tender and leaking into your nursing bra, but he didn't let you have a second to yourself before he turned you around and shimmied his pants lower.

"You ready for me?" he grunted, cock tapping your butt with excitement as he stroked your clit. Your hands were braced on his desk, and he nudged your boots further apart before guiding himself to your opening.

"So ready," you whispered. "Fuck me, Daddy."

Your body jerked forward, making you hang onto the desk for dear life as he fucked you hard and deep with one stroke. "If you weren't already pregnant again, you would be after this," he swore, withdrawing before plowing into you again. "Let's have ten kids."

"Bradley!" But he wasn't listening. He was fucking you rough, desk rattling against your knees and hands as he jerked the furniture across the floor a little more with each thrust.

"You look so good when you're pregnant. I wish you could see your ass. My god." He moaned your name. "Go ahead and scream for me."

That's when you realized your gasping breaths had gotten loud enough that they were echoing around the room over the sound of the desk moving. Bradley was relentless, his movements almost too much, but the steady stroke of his fingers on your clit kept you on your feet. A loud, long keen escaped your lips when you tried to breathe.

"That's it," he coaxed, rolling your clit between his thumb and index finger. "Just... a little louder."

His voice was breathless in your ear as his palm landed on your ass, the loud, stinging slap making you scream his name. 

"Perfect," he whispered, cupping you with his palm, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit while you came. "Let me cum in your pretty pussy, and you can wear it to lunch with your friends."

That thought alone had your eyes rolling back in your head. You'd smell like him for the rest of the day, his sticky mess teasing at your thighs whenever you walked around. He did as he promised, fucking you until you were filled up, and then he dragged your underwear up your legs, keeping you full of him.

Bradley was kissing along your sweat-slick neck as he zipped and buttoned his uniform pants. But now you were standing there, so exhausted, you just wanted to curl up on his couch and take a nap.

"You're not eating lunch?" you asked, stifling a yawn as he helped you squeeze into your pants. "I'm starving."

"I don't have time," he replied, kissing you as he tucked your shirt in. "I've got ten new pilots to attend to, and I want them up in the air by the end of the week."

You held back another yawn. "Okay. Do you want to get Rose from daycare later or should I?"

This wasn't the kind of sexy post-fuck discussion the two of you usually had, which made you feel very conscious of the fact that you couldn't stop yawning. Bradley was adding pages to his clipboard as he said, "Can you get her? I'm not sure when I'll be done today. There's so much damn paperwork. I swear to god, the US Navy hates trees."

"Yeah, I can get her."

You started to head for the door when he looked up and asked, "Want me to walk you out?"

Yeah, you kind of did, but he already looked like his focus had moved on. "No, I'm fine on my own. See you at home tonight."

"I love you." He kissed your cheek and patted your butt with one big hand, and you were off in search of lunch. When you walked back along the sidewalk in the bright sunlight you considered just going home and sleeping for the afternoon. Would anyone even miss you? Perhaps you should just turn toward the parking lot.

"Hey!"

When you looked up and actually focused, you realized you were about to run into Cam. "Oh, hey."

"Want to split one of those super cheesy pasta bowls that we always say are bad for us but get anyway?" he asked, guiding you inside to the cafeteria as you laughed. 

"Yeah, why not?" You wanted to tell him you were about to gain a ton more weight anyway, so it wouldn't make much difference. But you didn't.

"Perfect," he replied, loading one tray with enough food for both of you. "Then you can tell me how Rosie is, but first I need to tell you who showed up on one of my dating apps."

"Who?" you asked, covering your mouth as you yawned again.

"Guess!"

You started eating food off the tray before you even got to the table. "I don't want to guess. I'm too tired to guess."

"Fine," he sighed. "Ryan."

"No," you gasped. "From the Academy? Your ex?"

"Yep," Cam replied with a grin. "And he looks terrible."

You got to spend the next fifteen minutes indulging your friend in his gossip session. It helped that Ryan from the Academy did in fact look awful now, and you helped Cam swipe through his app options as you ate more than half of the pasta yourself. You were just finishing things off with a breadstick and telling him about Rose when you saw Bradley walk in.

Your hand was in the air, ready to wave him over and laugh at him for his inability to skip a meal when you realized he wasn't alone. There were several officers with him, none of which you could remember seeing on base before. You assumed they must be his new pilots from Texas. But one of them pushed her way to the front of the group, and your hand slowly lowered back down to your side.

She was beautiful. Young and slim with dark hair and the brightest blue eyes you'd ever seen. And she was walking next to your husband and laughing like he'd just told her the most hilarious thing she'd ever heard in her life. Bradley nodded and smiled down at her, his expression merely polite. At least that's what you thought. Now you weren't so sure. He knew you came to the cafeteria, so why wasn't he looking around for you? Why wasn't he checking to see if you were still here? 

"So is Rose crawling yet?"

You turned to look at Cam in confusion, heart pounding at a sickening rate that made you want to throw up. "Huh?"

"Rose," he repeated, chewing up his breadstick. "Is she crawling?"

"Oh. Um, no. Not yet."

You couldn't look away as the other woman's smile seemed to light up the area around her, and you wanted to cry when Bradley handed her a tray before the whole group got in line for lunch. Maybe you really were going to throw up.

"Hey, Cam, I have to run," you whispered, voice harsh as you stood.

"Brunch on Sunday with Maria?" he asked hopefully, but you could only nod as you headed for the far exit as quickly as you could move. 

You stumbled along, thinking about the way Bradley fucked you against his desk barely thirty minutes ago. He'd made you feel so good, but now you were outrageously jealous over some unknown woman, and you had to get back to work. You couldn't control it. Why were you reacting this way? This wasn't even like you.

But somehow you could just tell that something wasn't right.

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Why do I have the urge to send Bradley to jail? Someone needs to be locked up for poor behavior, and it's not Rose. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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Sick and clingy Clayton

Requests are currently closed while I work through current ones <3 (We're nearly at request reopening time though) Writing Masterlist

He's got you around the waist, arms wrapped tight around you while you try and get up from the bed. Each time you try to leave Clay tugs you back down, a groaning unhappy, uncomfortable mess of a man whose clammy face keeps pressing against you like you have some miracle cure.

"Clay, you need to let go so I can go get you something to eat..." You've been trying for 2 minutes to convince him to get you up. He hadn't eaten for hours, whatever bug he had completely ruining his appetite and as the responsible girlfriend you weren't about to let him starve. You already have some soup from last night in the fridge, ready to be reheated, fresh bread on the side and enough butter to make it taste like something given his taste buds were gone at the moment.

"No...please, don't go." Clay's whiny, pouty, arms tightening, legs wrapping around you to stop you leaving. It would be cute if you didn't need to get him something to eat, if he wasn't definitely giving you all his germs and most likely making you sick.

"Clay. You'll be fine, i'll be gone 10 minutes max."

"No." It's like dealing with an overgrown toddler as you pry his legs off of you, forcing his arms from around you. Only able to because he's a little weak from his sickness, skin pasty and clammy, big dark circles under his eyes as he reaches for you as soon as you're off the bed. He looks like a sickly Victorian child, clutching at your hands, begging you not to leave him.

"Clayton Keller. You need to eat." Your voice softens at his obvious distress, palm smoothing over his forehead and pushing back his hair. He's uncomfortably sweaty and if you didn't love him so much you might not want to be near him.

"You promise to stay after?" His voice is horse, rough from all the coughing he's been doing, a hint of whiny despair in his voice because you're leaving him and he feels horrible. He just wants to curl around you and sleep, cuddle until his body works through whatever plague he picked up in the locker room.

"I promise we can cuddle until you fall asleep after you've eaten." Your promise is the only thing that has him letting you go, pathetically falling back into the pillows and whining like a sad puppy dog.

You can't get the image of him all pathetically clingy and desperate for comfort out of your mind, it has you trying to head up soup quickly, buttering fresh bread, assembling it all onto a tray along with a new dose of cold and flu meds.

When you come back in Clayton is right where you left him, groaning in bed, head thrown back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded and tired. The moment he sees you his arms are up, hands reaching out to make grabby motions at you.

"Sit up, Clay..." He does slowly, shifting until he's sat against the headboard, but it's slow in that way that everything with him is at the moment. Limbs heavy.

"Here." The tray is placed on his lap, "Once you eat and take your meds we can cuddle." It's all your need to say to him before he's downing cold and flu pills and forcing a spoonful of soup down his throat. It's the bread and butter that really kick starts his appetite again though. Buttery bread dipped into hot soup has him groaning like you've given him a five course meal covered in gold.

You take it as a good sign that he's eating again, moving the tray away once he's finished before settling to lie down on the bed next to him.

"C'mere you big baby..." You tug him towards you until he's on top of you, cheek pressed to your chest, arms around your back, lying between your legs. Truth is Clay doesn't let you baby him often, he's more likely to do the babying and you're more likely to be the one on top of him or acting as little spoon. The exception is when he's ill or having a really tough time, then he'll let you baby him, then he'll seek you out, clinging to you like a limpet on a rock. It's nice to feel needed in this way, it's nice to see him let down those walls sometimes, to know he's not quite as aloof as he sometimes seems.

"You're being mean." He mumbles against your t-shirt, eyes already closing as you stroke his hair away from his face. His eye lashes flutter at each pass of your fingers, lips pursing, content, comforted.

"If I was being mean I wouldn't be stroking your hair like you're a cat right now."

He just huffs out a sigh, face nuzzling into your chest, boobs becoming helpful cushions for him to rest on. His breathing is laboured, the effects of whatever virus he'd picked up but it eases a little more as you hold him. One of your hands rubbing slowly up and down his back, between his shoulders, the other carding through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp with each pass.

You watch him like that for ages, just holding him, loving on him while he clings to you, until his breathing evens out, mouth opening, drool (not that he'd ever admit it) wetting your t-shirt as he falls asleep.

[suguwu]

"you should get up."

you shift in bed. the curtains are shut; the light that leaks in around the edges is golden, a dripping yolk. you turn away from it.

"i'm tired, shin," you murmur. you tug the blanket in closer as you curl up like a pill bug.

the mattress dips next to you. a hand strokes over your hair.

"i think yer more than tired," kita says. "gettin' up will help."

you shift, burying your face into the downy softness of your pillow. "i can't," you say.

kita slips his hand under the pillow to find yours. he winds your fingers together, laces them with his.

"ya can," he says gently.

you shake your head.

he hums, stroking his thumb along your skin. "ya can," he says again. "you've done it before; you can do it again. i know ya can."

you turn over to look up at him. in the low light, his eyes have deepened to topaz, a sweet deep brown. he watches you for a moment.

you hear his house slippers hit the floor; before you can protest, he's slipped into the bed with you. he tugs you close, curves around you like a crescent moon.

"ten minutes," he says. "then we'll get up together. that sound okay?"

you press your face into the curve of his neck and taste the salt of his skin.

"i can try."

"that's fine," he says. "i'll be here until you can."

[luveline]

hi jade!! if ur still up for kbd, can we see an instance where mom feels insecure about her parenting like she feels like she's doing something wrong or being a bad mom (she's not) and Steve just helps her through it? thank<3

KBD —Steve can make you feel better just by being himself. mom!reader, 1.4k

Wren wriggles like a worm on the floor. You’ve spread her baby mat out over the rug, rainbow hearts and stars and smiley faces all around her. 

“Mom, what did you say? What’s tummy time?” Beth asks. “I can’t ’member what you said.” 

Wren whines. Her face is smushed into the floor again. 

“Tummy time is to help her develop her muscles,” you say. “It’s supposed to help her hold her head up by herself. Not working yet…” 

You slide your hand between Wren’s face and the floor. 

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” you say. 

“Try her on your chest,” Steve says, Dove in his arms as he walks through the kitchen doorway into the living room. “She’s much happier when I lay her on my chest before her nap. I lay real flat on the couch.” 

You scoop Wren up under her armpits. Her hair is getting much longer now, the same wavy texture as her father’s, though as she’s grown older her hair has thickened. You’re sure she’s gonna have full curls when she’s older, but for now, you hold her to your chest and brush a hand through those waves thoughtfully. It’s much darker than Steve’s, as are her eyes.

She gurgles as you carry her to the couch. When you lay down, Beth crawls to your side to ask if she can sit on your feet. 

“What are you upto now?” you ask Steve, laying Wren out on your chest. You realise that’s not gonna work and pull her down so her face and neck are flat on your stomach instead. 

“We just washed our hands,” Steve says, letting Dove down. “She made a little mess, that’s all. Need something?” 

“Come n’ sit down, baby,” you murmur, beckoning him in. 

Steve doesn’t need telling twice. He sits in the armchair by your head and feels around for the TV remote. Things go quiet, Dove with her Barbie’s to the right of the room where all the toys live, Beth squeezing your ankle, and Steve clicking through channels until he finds the family movie channel. You tease Wren’s cheek where she rests, but she won’t lift her head. You’re scared she’ll smother herself. 

“Honey, what am I doing wrong?” you ask. 

“Doing what?” 

“Tummy time? She never wants to lift her head.” You frown. “S’like she doesn’t wanna see me.” 

“Maybe you’re just comfy.” 

You sigh and lift Wren again. When she sees you, she smiles. “Ba?” she says. 

“Hiya, baba,” you say softly, “what’s wrong? You don’t wanna play with mama?” 

“Ba,” she says again, dribble curling down her chin as her hand grabs for your face. You let her down against your chest, unperturbed when she grabs your ear. 

“No tummy time, then.” 

“That’s fine, she was on her tummy for a long time earlier,” Steve says, “she’s probably just tired out.” 

“It hurts my neck to hold it up all the time,” Beth says. 

You scrub your eye. Are you hurting her? You hadn’t realised she was tired, but how could you not know that? You’re her mom. 

You’re tired, too. You murmur a sorry to Beth and take your legs from under her. You curl in, pill bug style, baby curled in with you. “Sorry,” you whisper, kissing her forehead. 

“Ba,” she says again, her spit on your cheek. 

You’ve had one of those shitty mom days. You burnt the last bagels in the toaster so Beth had to have toast, which she doesn’t even really like. You tore Avery’s Princess Polly dress trying to clean the sleeve. Dove cried because you didn’t listen to her story, Wren won’t do tummy time, and Steve wouldn’t have done any of those things. He’s amazing, and you’re just… you. He makes being a dad look so easy, he was basically born to do it, and you love your kids but you suck. Today sucks. 

Wren babbles all over you. “Ma-ba ma,” she says, then, “grrrrr.” 

“You growling at me, baby?” 

She lets out a bunch of gr’s and wr’s. You rub her back, tickle it until she giggles. Even the sound of her bumpy baby laughter doesn’t improve your mood. 

Steve goes to the kitchen in silence. He opens the freezer a couple of times, and then he’s calling for the girls to come and have some ice cream and chocolate fudge. Avery tumbles down the stairs from her room. She could take the hallway to the kitchen, but she stumbles into the living room instead. “Hi, mommy,” she says, smiling widely, “are you tired?” 

“A lot,” you confess. 

“Can a kiss make you feel better?” 

You turn your cheek and poke it. “Please. Just one,” —she darts forward to kiss you soundly— “go have your ice cream, baby, quick, before Dove eats it.” 

Steve dodges her. He has a bowl when he returns. He says your name so nicely you don’t think twice about taking it. An ice cream sundae melts inside, three scoops of thick ice cream adorned with cut fruit and a chocolate fudge heart. 

“It looked better five minutes ago. I did yours first.” 

“Where’s yours?” you ask. 

“I thought I’d share yours,” he says. “No?” 

You grin. “Nope.” 

“Alright. Can I sit with you, at least?” 

You straighten up. Wren stays in one arm, your bowl rests on your leg. You lift the other to take your spoon, while Steve sits next to you, not a millimetre of space between your two bodies. 

He doesn’t ask for the baby, which is actually nice. Usually eating with a child in tow is irksome, but you feel a little more capable without his asking. And besides, Steve’s fully trained. You could drop any baby into his lap at any hour and he’d take them without complaint. 

He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, but you know you could tell him. Can tell he’s waiting for a confession, or ready to let it go. 

You don’t want to talk about it. Admitting your failings is too embarrassing, sometimes, and he’s biased, so he’ll tell you anything to make it go away if he needs to. Instead, you sit, you eat your ice cream, and you rest your face against his shoulder, listening to the girls scratch their bowls in the kitchen. 

“You can go to bed early, if you need to,” he says gently. 

“No, I’m okay.” 

“How about a shower? A walk?” He lifts his head to press his nose against you. “Just let me know what you want.” 

“I’m okay, really.” 

“Okay,” he says, both of you aware that you’re not fully okay, and that he doesn’t believe it. “Can I have some of those strawberries?” 

You scoop up some strawberries and lift the spoon, but notice movement from the corner of your eye that makes you laugh in surprise. Wren is opening her mouth, waiting for a bite. She’s just on the cusp of being old enough for soft foods, but she’s never expressed any interest, until now. 

“Oh, do you want to try?” you ask, laughing. “I’m sorry, baby, this is much too sugary for your first bite.” You lean down to kiss her head. “Sorry,” you murmur into her hair, “we’ll have to find you something tomorrow.” 

Steve smiles so hard you can hear it. “Wow, soft foods already!” he says to her, rubbing the tip of his finger up and down her chest. “Our big girl, huh? Are you mama’s big girl? Daddy’s big girl?” 

“Ma,” she agrees, before her lips part again for a taste. 

Steve looks into your face proudly, eyes darting between you both. He looks at you like you’ve just hung the moon, when you didn’t do much of anything. 

“What should we make her?” he asks. 

“I don’t know, what do you think she’ll like?” 

“What do you think?” 

You abandon your spoon to soothe one of her curls away from her forehead. “I don’t know… she looks like an applesauce girl, doesn’t she? Or maybe some sweet potato.” 

Steve wraps his arm around your shoulders. “We’ll have sweet potato mash for dinner, then, and she can have the first bite. Good idea, angel.” 

You turn into his hold, letting him nose at your ear. 

[sturniololuvz]

hiii,

random request but i was wondering if you could please write a fan fic about y/n refusing to take her depression medication due to her just not wanting to get better anymore. she could have like bipolar or bpd too in this so it makes things more difficult and so the triplets have be her reminder, and have to get her to take it as they won’t taken no for an answer, because they want her to just feel better.

(sorry if that made no sense i suck at explaining, but thankyou so much for reading!)

If you or someone you know is struggling with mental health, you are not alone. You matter. And there’s help available.

“Take It Tomorrow”

It was around 3:14 p.m. when Chris noticed.

Y/N’s pill bottle was still sitting on the counter. Same spot. Same two tablets rattling around inside.

He picked it up, frowning. “Did she take these?”

Matt glanced over from the couch. “Not since yesterday.”

Chris’s jaw clenched. “She said she would this morning.”

Nick walked in from the kitchen with two granola bars and a quiet sigh. “She said that yesterday too.”

They were used to Y/N’s shifts — the highs where she was laughing too loud and saying yes to everything, and the lows where she went still, like gravity had gotten heavier and it was just too much effort to even exist. She’d been diagnosed with bipolar II last year, maybe BPD too, though her therapist was still careful with the label.

Some days were great.

Some days were this.

Chris climbed the stairs first.

Y/N’s door was cracked, a quiet sign of isolation. The room was dark. She was under the covers, face turned toward the wall.

He knocked anyway. “Hey.”

No answer.

Chris stepped in. “You didn’t take it.”

“I forgot.”

“You always forget when you don’t want to.”

Y/N stayed quiet. Her hand was curled near her face, fingers twitching like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.

Nick and Matt came in behind him, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Y/N,” Matt said gently, “talk to us.”

She rolled onto her back slowly, eyes puffy, hair a mess. “What’s the point?”

The silence hung sharp and sudden.

“I’m tired of chasing normal. I’m tired of swallowing stuff just to pretend I’m okay. What if I never get better?”

Chris exhaled, kneeling beside the bed. “Then we keep showing up. Every day. Every hour if we have to.”

“I don’t want to anymore,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I’m tired of trying.”

“Okay,” Nick said quietly, scooting closer. “Then let us try for you today.”

Matt held out the water bottle. Chris placed the two pills in her hand.

Y/N didn’t move.

“I hate that it has to be like this,” she said.

“We know,” Chris replied. “But we’d rather you be here, hating it, than not here at all.”

Her bottom lip trembled. “I feel like a burden.”

“You’re our sister,” Matt said, his voice firmer than usual. “You’re not a burden. You’re the reason we laugh in the car. You’re the reason we eat dinner at the table. You’re the heart of this house.”

Nick nodded. “You don’t have to feel okay. You just have to take the step. One tiny, shitty, hard step. Right now, that’s swallowing.”

Y/N looked at the pills in her hand. Her fingers curled. For a second, they thought she might toss them.

Then, slowly, she brought the water to her lips and took them.

The silence afterward felt like breathing again.

Chris brushed her hair back. “We’ll do this again tomorrow.”

“And the next day,” Nick added.

Matt leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re not doing any of this alone. Ever.”

Y/N turned toward the wall again, this time with tears falling for a different reason.

She didn’t say thank you.

She didn’t need to.

They already knew.

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[crevicedwelling]

I see at least one cool bug a day, and usually many more, but it’s not because I live anywhere particularly rich in strange, wonderful creatures (I live in an unremarkable corner of Pennsylvania, USA) or spend all of my free time looking for bugs (well, just *most* of it). in my experience, finding interesting bugs is less about actually locating them and more about looking closely at tiny things you’d otherwise ignore!

this very long post was compiled over a couple days in late July, although I spent less than 10 minutes at a time searching. there’s a lot of fun creatures just out in the open.

plants are always a good place to start when looking for bugs, and I chose this small fig tree (Ficus carica) with a mulberry sapling friend. feeding on the sap of the fig and mulberry is the first group I’ll take a look at, the planthoppers:

these two are flatid bugs, Metcalfa pruinosa and Flatormenis proxima. flatids are slow-moving bugs that can be approached closely, but once they get tired of circling around stems to avoid you they may launch themselves into a fluttering flight with spring-loaded rear legs.

Aplos simplex, a member of the related family Issidae, also likes fig sap. its “tail” is actually a tuft of waxy secretions, which get shed along with the bright colors when it assumes a lumpy, bean-shaped adult form.

cicadellids, or leafhoppers, are just about everywhere on plants, but can be hard to approach without scaring them.

Agallia constricta on the left is a tiny species that feeds on grass, but many were scared up onto the fig by my footsteps. Jikradia olitoria is a much larger species that does feed on the fig; juveniles like this are curled, creeping goblins while adults’ rounded wings give them a pill-shaped appearance.

this big, pale leafhopper belongs to genus Gyponana. it’s tricky to get to species ID with these.

Graphocephala are striking little hoppers that eat a variety of native and nonnative plants. G. coccinea is the larger, more boldly colored one and G. versuta is smaller but more common locally. they’ll sit on the tops of leaves but take flight if you get too close quickly.

another group you’re almost guaranteed to encounter are flies (Diptera). these are a very diverse group, so much more than houseflies and mosquitoes (though I did run into both)

where I live, any plant with broad leaves is almost guaranteed to have a few Condylostylus, long-legged flies that come in shades of blue, green, and red. despite their dainty physique, they’re agile predators, typically feeding on other small flies.

next, a few hoverflies: the ubiquitous Toxomerus geminatus and a Eumerus that I’ve been seeing a lot of this year (but maybe I’ve just noticed them for the first time). syrphids have varied life histories, but most adults drink nectar and many of the larvae are predaceous on aphids.

the metallic green soldier fly is Microchrysa flaviventris, nonnative here. Coenosia is a fun example of a “fly that looks like a fly,” with big red eyes and a gray body, and you might think they’re just another dung-sucking pest, but they’re actually aggressive predators! this one seemed to have nabbed itself some sort of nematoceran fly, maybe a fungus gnat.

many flies are very tiny, just millimeters long. the first two little fellows are lauxaniids, while the last one, an agromyzid leafminer Cerodontha dorsalis, burrows through grass leaves as a larva.

while moths and butterflies (Lepidoptera) are drawn to plants for their flowers or to lay eggs, many small moths can easily be found resting on or under leaves during the day.

these first two are tortricids, many of which are flat, rectangular moths resembling chips of bark or dead leaves. the apple bud moth, Platynota idaeusalis, feeds on a wide variety of hosts, while this beat-up old Argyrotaenia pinatubana would have developed in an edible tube nest of pine needles.

Callima argenticinctella feeds in bark and dead wood (a resource used by more caterpillars than you’d realize!) while the last moth, possibly an Aspilanta, is a leafminer.

although beetles (Coleoptera) are famous for their diversity, I didn’t find too many on the fig. the invasive Oriental beetle Exomala orientalis resting here can be found in a wide range of colors, from this common tan to to deep iridescent black. the other beetle is a Photinus pyralis firefly, sleeping under leaves as fireflies do.

a few spare hemipterans: a Kleidocerys resedae that blew in on a wind, and below, the mulberry whitefly Tetraleurodes mori feeds on its namesake host. as for Hymenoptera, I saw manny tiny parasitic braconid wasps and various ants attracted to the planthoppers’ honeydew excretions—always worth checking underneath roosting hoppers for things having a drink.

a couple handsome spider boys were scrambling through the fig seeking females, a jumping spider Paraphidippus aurantius and an orbweaver, Mecynogea lemniscata.

and to round it off, a young Conocephalus meadow katydid and a Carolina mantis, Stagmomantis carolina.

there’s 31 species of arthropod in this post, and I probably saw some 45, not all of which stayed for photos. if you walk slowly and look closely, you can see a sizeable chunk of your local biodiversity in under fifteen minutes! of course this will depend on where you live and what time of year it is, but there’s almost always more cool bugs out there than you’d expect, even on just a single plant.