#james get a vasectomy

[bartycrawtchjr]

au where sirius and mary had a daughter together, which was more of an accident during a fwb situation. she grows up with a loving mummy and daddy alongside the potters (yeah they had more kids than just harry) but then sirius meets her tall, light brown haired, freckled, golden eyed preschool teacher and he knows he’s screwed.

[bloodbruise]

Do u think jegulus uses condoms

absolutely not i think they both have a breeding kink

[winnie-the-monster]

[rafeslittlepup]

hii! could you give a run down of how many children sexist!rafe and bunny!reader would have? do you think they’d have a girl or just more in general after Jamie, Colten, and Rhett??

umm, justice for my girl rosie!

jamie (james rafe jr.)

golden boy, daddy’s favorite

rafe’s little clone, both in looks and attitude. already has tiny loafers and a golf swing at age 6.

bunnywife dresses him in suspenders, but he insists on “cool boy” hair gel.

rosalie belle

princess of the house

bunnywife mini-me: hair ribbons, tea parties

rafe is feral about her, she’s not allowed to date until she’s 30, wears modest dresses, and he carries her around like a porcelain doll.

she sleeps in a canopy bed, owns 20 jellycat bunnies, and says “daddy says I’m not allowed to wear pants.”

colton and rhett (the twins)

soooo chaotic

bunnywife wanted matching names and rafe wanted something that “sounded like they could hold a shotgun,” so they compromised

one of them eats dirt

rafe insists they’ll be “men’s men” while bunnywife secretly puts lavender lotion on their hands before bed.

but… i think i answered this before, there’s still a possibility of a new baby! bc rafe is a caveman and refuses to get a vasectomy/ birth control pills are a “devils creation”

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hello)) Blame this on my grandma, I watched too many soap operas with her growing and we still do it 😂

So basically 2022 James x younger reader maybe she was his sponsor after he got out of rehab after 2019 relapse and she stayed him him during the pandemic (let’s pretend he divorced earlier than 2022, im not a home wrecker) and obviously it evolved into romance. Since he got vasectomy, they kinda weren’t very careful with protection, but it’s actually proven that these can fail, so she finds out she’s pregnant. Of course he doesn’t believe her and thinks she cheated and demands a DNA test. Having no options and feeling betrayed by his behavior, she moves out and they do a tests a few months later. Of course it comes back confirming he’s the father, but she also sends him something like NDA saying that she will never file for child support and will not disclose him as the father + the note that she doesn’t want to do anything with him as he betrayed her by accusing her of cheating. So the moment they have a break in tour he comes to beg for forgiveness? It takes her a while but she finds the strength to forgive him? And then she even joins them on tour and even goes to labour at the end of one of their shows (that’s actually happened with one of the fans)

Damn those TV shows did make sure my fantasies run wild 🫢

Don’t worry, how many times watching a series I made a lot of mental films (and it’s better not to know them🤭) I hope you will like it!❤

A New Beginning

I could still hear the echo of the accusations in my head, ringing louder than the sound of the tour buses or the distant crowds that gathered for Metallica’s show tonight. “You cheated, didn’t you? You couldn’t have gotten pregnant by me… it’s impossible!”

I closed my eyes, trying to suppress the flood of hurt that still rose in my chest every time I thought about it. I’d never cheated, never given him a reason to doubt me. I had stood by him through his darkest moments, through rehab, through the pandemic lockdowns when the world felt like it was falling apart. I gave him my heart, my love, my everything. And in return, he gave me distrust.

The memory of how we met flickered in my mind like an old film reel—those early days, before the weight of fame and fear crushed us under its heel.

I had been his sponsor after his 2019 relapse. A fresh face among the older, battle-worn members of the program, I hadn’t expected to be assigned to someone like James. I still remember that first meeting—how he slouched into the room, the weight of the world on his shoulders, his eyes distant, almost lifeless. His tattoos were visible beneath the sleeve of his worn-out leather jacket, and his hands trembled slightly as he held a paper cup of coffee, more like a shield than a drink.

He was a legend, a rock god, someone I had grown up listening to, but none of that mattered in that room. There, he was just another man struggling to find his way back from the brink.

I had introduced myself, unsure of how someone like me could even begin to help someone like him. But as the days passed, we found an unexpected rhythm. He was raw, real, and unfiltered, and I wasn’t afraid to call him out on his bullshit when he tried to downplay his struggles.

“You’re not invincible, you know,” I had told him once during one of our private sessions, my arms crossed as I stared at him down. He had tried to laugh it off, but I didn’t let him. “You might be James Hetfield to the world, but in here? You’re just another person trying to get better. And if you want this to work, you’re going to have to face the hard stuff.”

To my surprise, instead of pushing back, he had listened. Really listened. And slowly, over time, the walls he had built around himself started to crumble. We spent hours talking, not just about his addiction, but about life, music, and everything in between. I saw glimpses of the man beneath the rock star, the man who had been buried under years of fame and pressure.

The pandemic hit not long after, and somehow, through all the uncertainty and isolation, we grew closer. What started as a professional relationship morphed into something else—something deeper, more intimate. The nights were long, filled with shared stories and quiet moments where it felt like we were the only two people left in the world. And somewhere in the midst of it all, I fell in love with him.

He was still broken in so many ways, but I loved him for it. I thought I could help him heal. I thought I could be the one to put him back together.

But I hadn’t expected him to break me in the process.

Now, months later, here I was, sitting alone in the apartment I had moved into after his betrayal. The DNA test had proved him wrong, of course. The baby was his. But that didn’t matter. Not anymore.

I absentmindedly placed a hand on my growing belly, feeling the flutter of movement beneath my fingertips. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. He knew now, without a doubt, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about what he thought. I had sent him the NDA weeks ago, making it clear I didn’t want anything from him. No child support. No public acknowledgment. Nothing. It was his choice to betray me, to accuse me of something so vile, and I would never forget that.

A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I hesitated for a moment, not expecting anyone. Slowly, I stood, heart racing for reasons I couldn’t quite place, and opened the door.

It was him.

James stood there, looking more worn out than I had ever seen him. His eyes were puffy, as if he hadn’t slept well for days, and his shoulders were hunched, weighed down by regret. His gaze met mine, and for the first time in months, I saw something I hadn’t expected—tears. He blinked them away quickly, but not before one slid down his cheek.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my voice steady even though my emotions were anything but.

He shifted nervously, his hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. “Can I come in?”

I wanted to slam the door in his face. I wanted to tell him to leave and never come back, but a part of me—a small, treacherous part—still longed for the man I had once loved, the man I had thought he was before everything went to hell. So, against my better judgment, I stepped aside and let him in.

The silence that settled between us was heavy, oppressive. I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for him to speak, to explain why he was here after everything he had done.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, his voice rough and low. “I’m so sorry.”

I didn’t respond. What was there to say? Sorry wasn’t going to erase the hurt or make up for the months of pain I’d gone through because of his accusations.

“I was scared,” he continued, taking a hesitant step toward me. “I didn’t want to believe it because… I didn’t think I deserved it. You, the baby… any of it. I thought it was too good to be true, and I freaked out. I messed up. I know I did.”

“Damn right, you did,” I snapped, my emotions finally bubbling over. “I gave you everything, James. I stood by you when no one else did, and the second I needed you, you turned your back on me. You accused me of cheating—like I was some random groupie. Do you have any idea how that felt?”

His eyes dropped to the floor, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “I know. I know, and I hate myself for it. I was wrong. You didn’t deserve that.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Why are you here? What do you want?”

He looked up at me, his eyes brimming with emotion. “I want to make things right. I can’t take back what I said, but I want to be there for you—for the baby. Please… I can’t lose you.”

For a long moment, I just stared at him, the weight of his words hanging in the air. His lips trembled, his hands shaking as they reached out for me, and that’s when I saw it—more tears. They fell silently, streaking down his face, and it shook me to my core. James Hetfield, the man who never showed vulnerability, was standing in front of me, broken and pleading.

“You already lost me,” I whispered, feeling my heart crack all over again. “The moment you accused me, you lost me.”

He took another step closer, his hands reaching for mine but stopping short when I didn’t move. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that I’m sorry, that I love you.”

I blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over, torn between the love I still felt for him and the pain he had caused. “It’s not that simple.”

“I know,” he said softly, his voice breaking. “But I’m not giving up. I’m going to fight for you, for us. I love you. I always have.”

The vulnerability in his voice, the raw emotion, broke something in me. For the first time in months, I saw the man I had fallen in love with, the man who had been buried beneath his fears and insecurities.

“I don’t know if I can trust you again,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

James nodded, his eyes glistening. “I’ll earn it back. I promise.”

We stood there, both of us broken and scarred, but maybe—just maybe—there was a chance to heal. I wasn’t ready to forgive him, not yet. But as I looked into his eyes, I realized I wasn’t ready to walk away either.

___________________________________________________________

Months had passed since that heart-wrenching conversation, and though the pain hadn’t entirely vanished, we had started to rebuild—piece by fragile piece. James and I had taken things slow. He had apologized countless times, not only with words but with his actions, showing up for every doctor’s appointment, staying by my side during the hardest days of pregnancy, and fighting to earn back the trust he had shattered.

By the time the band’s tour kicked off, I had grown more comfortable with the idea of us—tentatively agreeing to join him for a few weeks. There was something cathartic about seeing him on stage, in his element, pouring his heart into the music. It was the same passion I had fallen for, the raw energy that made him who he was.

That night, the crowd roared as the band played their set. I stood backstage, watching James from behind the curtain. The energy of the performance was electrifying, but as the night wore on, I felt an unusual pressure in my belly. It started out mild, but soon a sharp pain gripped me. I pressed a hand to my stomach, my breathing becoming shallow.

I knew what it was. The baby was coming.

Another wave of pain surged, and I leaned against the wall, trying to steady myself, but it was no use. My knees buckled slightly, and panic flared in my chest. No, not now, not during the concert!

I winced, unable to call out over the blaring music and the chaos of the backstage area. The crew was bustling around, completely unaware of my situation. My vision blurred, but I managed to catch the eye of a stagehand nearby, my voice barely a whisper as I gasped, “Get… James…”

Her eyes widened in alarm when she saw the state I was in. Without hesitation, she rushed off, navigating through the flurry of activity until she reached the side of the stage. She tapped on the shoulder of the band’s tour manager, urgently pointing toward me, and within moments, a message was relayed to James over the in-ear monitors.

It didn’t take long. Within seconds, James glanced toward the side of the stage, his expression shifting from focused to alarmed. The guitar in his hands stilled mid-song, and the rest of the band kept playing as he tore off his in-ear monitors, rushing offstage toward me.

By the time he reached me, another contraction hit. I was clutching my stomach, struggling to breathe.

“The baby’s coming,” I managed to say between breaths, my voice weak. “Now.”

James’ face went pale. “Oh God, okay, okay… we need to get you to the hospital.”

He quickly helped me up, supporting me as I leaned on him, and together we moved through the maze of equipment and crew members. The sirens wailed in the distance as we made our way to the ambulance parked outside.

Once inside, James squeezed my hand tightly, his brow furrowed in worry. “You’re going to be okay. I’m right here,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, but I could hear the tremor beneath it.

The drive to the hospital felt like an eternity, each contraction more intense than the last. James stayed focused on me, whispering encouraging words, but I could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

Finally, we arrived at the hospital, and I was rushed into the delivery room. The world outside faded as I focused on the task at hand, the pain consuming me but accompanied by James' steady presence.

 

After what felt like hours, the moment finally arrived. The cries of our baby filled the room, and I looked at James, who stood by my side, tears streaming down his face.

 James leaned down to press a soft kiss to my forehead, the weight of the past finally began to lift. The room was filled with the soft coos of our newborn daughter, and in that moment, I felt a warmth spreading through me—a mixture of hope and love that I had thought lost forever.

“Can you believe we made her?” James asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced down at our daughter, who was peacefully nestled in my arms.

I smiled, my heart swelling with emotion. “She’s perfect.”

“Just like her mom,” he said, looking back at me with eyes full of adoration. There was a sincerity in his gaze that sent shivers down my spine, a reminder of everything we had been through together.

He gently reached for our daughter, and I carefully transferred her into his arms. The moment our baby was in his embrace, his expression softened, transforming into one of sheer wonder. He gazed down at her as if he had just been handed the greatest treasure in the world.

“Look at her,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “She has your smile.”

I watched as James became utterly enchanted, rocking her softly as if to soothe a restless heart. “But those eyes,” he continued, his breath catching in his throat, “she has my eyes.”

I leaned closer, gazing at our daughter, and my heart swelled with love as I saw the truth in his words. “You’re right. She has your eyes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “And your spirit, I can tell already.”

James grinned, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I can’t believe I get to be her dad,” he said, emotion pouring from him. “I promise to always be here for you, for both of you. I want to build a future—a real future—with you.”

A thrill of excitement raced through me. “Really? You mean that?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, looking up at me, his gaze steady and sincere. “I’ve learned so much about myself, about us. I won’t let fear or mistakes dictate our lives anymore. I want to be a family, to share every moment with you.”

As he continued to cradle our daughter, a soft smile spread across his face. “I can’t wait to teach her about music, to show her the world,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “I want to be the dad who’s always there, who shows up to every recital, every birthday. I want her to know she’s loved.”

My heart raced at his words, overwhelmed by the love radiating from him. “I want that too,” I said, feeling tears of joy prick at my eyes. “I want to share everything—the good and the bad.”

James took my hands in his, his grip warm and reassuring. “Then let’s do it together. One step at a time.”

As he leaned in, our foreheads touched, and the world around us faded into a soft blur. In that moment, everything felt right. We were two people, imperfect yet wholly devoted to each other, standing on the brink of a new chapter.

“I love you, James,” I breathed, feeling a sense of peace enveloping me.

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Always.”

With a renewed sense of hope for our future, we shared a tender kiss, the promise of a beautiful life ahead lingering in the air.

As he continued to cradle our daughter, he looked down at her with a mixture of awe and determination. “You’re going to be so loved,” he said, his voice a gentle whisper. “And we’re going to take care of each other, always.”

Together, we would face whatever came next—hand in hand, heart to heart, as a family.

[maxdibert]

i want to know what do you think about Remus since you already talk about James and Sirius i really need to know :3

When someone puts a big topic on the table, in Spain we say: sujétame la cerveza lol So yeah, Lupin is one of THAT topics. Here we go:

Look, I can deal with Remus Lupin having literally zero self-esteem and a massive inferiority complex, and for that reason using Sirius and James as his safety net at Hogwarts, not stopping them when they were complete jerks because he was afraid they'd reject him and he’d end up alone. I can deal with that, I can excuse being an accomplice to bullying just like I can excuse Severus for getting involved with the Death Eaters because he saw himself as vulnerable. I forgive him, seriously. I can even forgive him for being an absolutely irresponsible adult and not taking his potion—Merlin knows why. I can let that slide too. But there are two things I can’t let slide.

The first, and less important one, is that he justified James’ actions to Harry. I mean, it's the least important because I can understand not wanting to tarnish the kid’s image of his father, but when the same kid is telling you that his father and his friends (including you) were assholes, maybe you should admit that you were a total jerk. Or that at least your friends were, and you did nothing. I get why Sirius denied his guilt because, well, Sirius Black. Like, what are you going to expect from him? To him, there was nothing wrong with it. But Remus was aware that it was wrong, and as an adult, he can admit it. You don’t have to make up some story about Snape envying James over Quidditch (lolololol like Severus Snape would remotely care about that gym-bro crap). But anyway, I see this as almost the least serious thing.

What I will never, ever forgive him for in my entire fucking life is that at 36/37 years old, with gray hair already down there, HE WAS ALMOST FORTY YEARS OLD, PEOPLE, he got a woman in her twenties pregnant, had an existential crisis, and was considering leaving her WHILE SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH HIS CHILD. WHAT IS HE DOING?? Like, I don’t even know how to express this in English because my language is Spanish, and I swear I have a ton of adjectives in that language to insult this man, but in English, it’s harder—but hello?? He was ALMOST FORTY YEARS OLD, HIS WIFE WAS TWENTY-FIVE, HE SLEPT WITH HER, GOT HER PREGNANT, AND LEFT??? HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE, REMUS LUPIN?? WHAT’S IN YOUR HEAD?? Like, if he was so terrified of passing on lycanthropy to the child, why didn’t he use a condom?? Or, I don’t know, the magical equivalent—HAVE YOU HEARD OF A VASECTOMY?? And if he really, truly felt so bad about impregnating A WOMAN IN HER TWENTIES—LIKE SERIOUSLY, LET'S PUT THIS IN PERSPECTIVE: SOMEONE THIRTEEN YEARS YOUNGER THAN HIM. THIRTEEN. DAMN. YEARS. Why didn’t he just NOT DO IT? Like, as the adult in the relationship, he could’ve genuinely said no. No, this is unacceptable. No. No, sorry. So many years of gender studies and feminist readings for this. SCREW THE NICE GUYS. Like, his whole “woe is me, I’m poor, I’m old, I’m ugly, I’m dangerous” schtick? Well, you should have gone off to Timbuktu then, but don’t get her pregnant only to then abandon her. A TEENAGER HAD TO GO. A TEEN-AGER had to tell him he was being a piece of shit. This is why I say Rowling doesn’t respect her female characters because if she really did, she would have had Tonks dump him and raise the child on her own because, seriously, what was she thinking?

Just talking about this makes me genuinely angry. It's just that Lupin is THAT KIND OF GUY, you know? The one who acts all nice and soft and like he’s never broken a plate in his life, and he’s all poor me, and I’m super nice and super sweet, but then he turns out to be a huge jerk, like a giant piece of work. He’s the textbook nice guy, and one of the worst, the kind who goes after young women. Look, I’m just saying that if Harry Potter were written today and the topic of Lupin came up, and Rowling didn’t condemn him to the stake in her books, she would have been canceled a long time ago. Seriously. There’s no way that in today’s fiction a man nearly 40 years old gets a twenty-something pregnant and threatens to leave her, and that this guy is seen positively by the narrative. Simply no. Canceled. I’m canceling you, Remus Lupin, not for myself, but for feminism. Thanks.

[spideyhexx]

jack prescott fact sheet

a list of random facts for jack (an OC), enjoy!

Jack Basil Prescott

32-34 years old

Family Law lawyer with his own law firm, based out of NYC

Originally from Pennsylvania

Bday is January 3rd (so he's' a capricorn)

Went to Penn State for undergrad (majored in philosophy, minored in history & accounting

An only child

Comes from an old money religious family

Both of his parents were in medical fields, before his father became a businessman and his mother a stay-at-home mom.

Despite that, he does not have much of a relationship with either

Went to private schools growing up

is closest to his Aunt Fiona, his father's sister

Has a ton of cousins and is always invited to outings with them (if he goes depends on what the outing is)

Has been a vegetarian since he was 22

Very specific skincare/vitamin/workout routine

Rarely listens to music, but when he does, it's jazz/classical/or Morissey or Johnny Cash or Billy Joel

best memories from childhood was when his aunt and grandmother took him to Knobels.

Diagnosed with OCD and takes medication for it (deals with erectile dysfunction from the medication)

Super no nonsense. Jack can be very blunt, very blank, very stoic.

Loves to cook (his favorites are soups, vegetable stir fry, stuffed peppers)

Has a calm sort of arrogance and anger

Dark blue is his favorite color

Always is dressing professionally. Besides suits, he wears slacks, long sleeved sweaters (mostly fitted), dress shoes, sweater vests, button downs, etc. No jewelry, just a watch.

prefers quiet nights in than going out

Uses tobacco vanille cologne

Used to smoke cigarettes, but still smokes socially on occasion

Has a sex toy collection, mostly for a partner than himself

Drools in his sleep

Sometimes takes melatonin to sleep

Did get a vasectomy at 25

Schedules in his calendar the days he can jerk off

Meal preps for his week

Lives in a nice apartment in Manhattan, styled modernly, but homely

Insanely internal and has a difficult time verbalizing his emotions, but he does show it through actions most of the time

love languages are quality time and acts of service

loves being called sir (in both a sexual and non-sexual context)

"Atta girl/boy," is commonly in his vocabulary

His favorite book is Ulysses by James Joyce (big reader)

Prefers winter, even has a soft spot for Christmas time, but is also cold to the touch more than half the time

Hates Halloween

His bluntness can come off insensitive and sometimes mean

Goes on solo vacations every year in the middle of January

Has a habit of biting too much at his lips

Whistles while he does errands/etc.

Sits widely (manspreads without meaning to)

Will correct your grammar like it's a reflex

Gets pains in his thighs and calves

Gets very awkward and stiff in certain social circumstances (family events, weddings)

Used to be a fuckboy in college until a girl he was seeing had a pregnancy scare, sense knocked into him after (was sexually repressed due to his growing up, then a fuckboy, then purposely repressed himself again)

Not a thrill-seeker but gets a high/power trip off of wins and succeeding within his career

Hates hockey for no real reason

Chronically offline (he has a LinkedIn, a twitter which he only frequents once or twice weekly, and an instagram with two posts from five years ago)

A strict, responsible, no bullshit, and good lawyer/boss

Has a vacation lakehouse in Pennsylvania

[acetonelungz]

Jaws

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4

“Please state your name for the record.”

“Collette Swanson.”

Price at a small computer in front of him, his eyes darting between you and the small device. “What is your rank and who are you with?”

“First Lieutenant in special operations for the United States Army.” She played with her dirt filled fingernails, attempting to remove what filth she could. She still hadn’t gotten a shower.

“Can you explain the events leading up to your capture?”

Collette took a deep breath in, gathering her thoughts and memories.

“We were heading back from a mission we previously completed. It was both a failure and success. Failure because we crossed the Romanians, success because we completed what was asked of us.

We were driving back from our mission, about to cross the border when we were attacked.

There were two trucks. The first one had me, Captain Dean Wellfire, and private Corbin Wilson. Wellfire got shot and Wilson got his throat cut.

The second truck had private Jane Larson, Kevin McHeal, and Kennedy James. Their truck had drove over a planted hmx explosive or at least that’s what I overheard.

I got shot in my stomach, but i survived because the bullet missed any important functions. They knew they couldn’t have me running off to tell the government what happened so they took me as a prisoner.”

Captain Price took a deep breath, “What was the success of the mission you were completing?”

“I’m afraid I wont be answering that Captain, I’m not sure what is classified or not.” She offered him a forced small smile.

‘This is different.’ Price thought, your demeanor has changed. Maybe it’s the safety aspect of things? Or realizing that you were rescued from a hell hole?

“I don’t give a shit tell us.” Ghost barked from his corner.

She slowly turned her head, making eye contact with him. Suddenly saying, “Your mother should’ve swallowed you.”

Soft spot, she thought as the burly man came stomping towards her. He gripped the collar of her shirt tightly before being ripped off by Price.

“Both of you outta cut this shit out. Ghost she was just rescued from being held hostage for six months! And you! We are your allies you are to treat us with the same respect you’d treat your mates and superiors!”

“Yes Captain.” Both said in unison.

“Now,” He paused. “I’ll be showin you to the women’s barracks. You’ll shower and what not there. Don’t get into it with the other women.” He warned.

They both made their way out the door, Jaws being sure to give Ghost a glare on the way out. He only huffed in response.

After she showered and changed, it was about time for dinner.

Heading towards the cafeteria she heard a familiar voice call her out. When she looked she came to see the same guy from earlier, Soap was it?

“Hiya little lady, how has it been?” He strolled with her.

“Been rough but ‘m workin through it.” She offered him a small smile.

“Say, I never got your name?”

“You can call me Jaws.”

“Oh?” He questioned. “Why that nickname?”

“For a few different reasons. One because of my teeth and how they’re kinda pointy, two because I have a mouth on me, and three because my bite is meaner than my bark.”

He chuckled, “Suppise I should take that as a warning.”

“Do what you will with it.”

Soap led the way to a table inhabiting two other people, Price and some other member.

“Jaws this is Gaz, Gaz this is Jaws.” Price introduced.

“Hi.”

“Ah, so you’re the american hostage.”

“Wanna free vasectomy?”

“My apologies.”

Stifled laughs filled the table, soon to be shut down but Gaz’s glare. From there usual small talk was amongst the men, she decided to just observe though. Who were they? And how do they interact with people?

Silence soon encased the table. All eyes laid what she thought to be on her, until she turned around only to see Ghost there.

“Aye Simon, haven’t seen you here in awhile. You comin to sit mate?” Soap said giddily.

Ghost grunted in acknowledgment. He sat directly in front of the blonde to purposely piss her off.

Mission accomplished he thought while she glared at him.

“Whas wrong Swanson? Seems your britches are bundled.”

“Oh you mother fucker-“

[leiflitter]

I've figured out the You’re Almost Home Timeline so for the gang who care about the passage of time it's under the cut.

Firstly, I have chosen to totally ignore the gravestone dates because of Reasons, including "okay look I started writing this when it wasn't on streaming and this is mostly so it makes sense to me" and "time is an illusion I just need to know this so I can say what year it'll be on NYE". Felix has a January birthday in my little canon and nobody can stop me.

So let's go!

2007

Felix is in Expensive Rehab Facility until Christmas. Sir James and Lady Elspeth have pulled a lot of strings to make sure that Felix's accident won't impact him in any way, shape or form. This mostly means getting him an expensive tutor and essentially permission to submit all of his work online. No need for tutorials because he's had a hard time and is a very special boy. Felix takes this chance to essentially do as much work while he's stuck in the facility as he can because there's fuck all else to do, and he's being made to quit smoking so he's mad about that. Farleigh's back as if he never left, and Venetia is being an absolute rock.

Oliver returns to Oxford, makes contact with the Student Counselling Services, and throws himself into studying so hard it hurts. He needs to distract himself. They allow him to switch tutors and move to a different dorm where he turns into a studying hermit. If he sees any of the Alpha Hotties, he hides. He becomes invisible again, even more than before. His new tutor helps him switch to an accelerated degree program.

2008

Felix turns 21 and does the Spring and Summer terms. His parents decide to go on a tour of Europe to celebrate Felix getting back on the horse. They also know he's going to graduate, because the Special Little Boy measures are in place for him so all he has to really do is log on to Moodle and submit one of his pre-written essays every so often. He's burned a few bridges because he's being very twattish. Felix decides to sack off Christmas term and heads to Bali in late July/early August. Sir James has made sure he has internet access, so what's the point of even being in Oxford? He meets Lucia, who is 18 and on her Gap Year. Because it's the end of the summer, there aren't many options, so Felix sticks with her. Harry is part of the group from maybe like... week three? Luckily, Lucia is on a cleanse, so although they're partying, she isn't drinking or indulging in anything else. In November, Lu gets food poisoning- or so they think, until the doctor Felix hauls her to gives them the news. Felix contacts his parents in a hurry, and they are flown back to the UK and subjected to a major parental conference. Felix proposes to Lu at a Catton Christmas party.

Oliver graduates early. He doesn't go home for the holidays, saying he needs to keep studying. He decides on teaching because it won't be sustainable to be a student forever. His tutor is a major help; he's from Newcastle, although you wouldn't know it because his accent has long since faded and has taken Oliver under his wing. He remains Oliver's main advisor throughout his studies and is probably the reason he gets the job- he's keeping an eye on him so he knows there'll be a Northern Lad Professor once he eventually retires. They're not exactly friends, but there's a lot of mutual respect there.

2009

Felix turns 22 and marries Lu shortly after. He briefly returns to Oxford, but mostly to make sure he graduates. Harriet Rose Catton is born on the 10th of April and Felix gets his degree in absentia. Lu gets pregnant with Ru maybe a little too soon afterwards, and Rufus James Catton is born prematurely on the 27th of November. Oopsie.

2010

Oliver gets his Masters degree in english literature.

2011

Sir James dies of a heart attack in May.

2013

Elspeth is born on the 1st of August. Felix gets a vasectomy.

2014

Oliver gets his PhD. His thesis was titled "Narrative Accessibility and Diversity within Academia".

2015

Lady Elspeth passes away in her sleep.

Then a bit of a time jump until

2020

Oliver is finally an associate professor after being in postdoc for 6 years.

Farleigh finally hits on a startup that works- a designer resale app that offers item verification for an add-on fee. It's wildly successful, mostly because he's been hobnobbing in America hardcore and is getting a ton of celebrity endorsements.

2025

Venetia is diagnosed with lung cancer.

2026

Venetia passes away. Felix is bereft.

Harry gets her A level results and Oxford place, despite being 17- Lucia, having not got a degree herself, is adamant that her children be highly educated as fast as possible... and Harry will turn 18 in her first year anyway. Harry doesn't mind this, as she has a fake ID and cannot wait to be away from boring boarding schools.

Oliver Quick receives an email notifying him that, amongst others, he will be tutoring Harriet Catton.

And then Felix Catton walks into his office, and they proceed to go bonkers.

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 592, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

WORDS: 1104

“Papa Pete! Mama Wen Wen!”

I chuckled as I dropped to my knees to gift little girl with a late birthday hug.

The little missy’s fifth birthday party was at the local Chuck E Cheeses, and her own, personal table was a happy mess of nineteen little boys and girls from her kindergarten class.

Elizabeth and Elle, Katie and Jing, Baby Tommy, Baby Eve and Baby Noah came in behind Peter and I, my beefcake of a husband wearing the Ratajczyk triplets bundled in on my burly chest.

“Liddle girl!” crowed Baby Tommy, leading the charge to hug his older sister, the four babies colliding into each other and ending up on the ground in a cackling mess.

Peter was laughing as the girls came up to hug the birthday girl next, the both of them sandwiching the tiny five year old between the both of them and their American Girl dollies.

I was well aware of the other moms and some dads whispering amongst themselves, and I knew that they were only lusting after my handsome husband as he was showing little girl’s classmates the tiny little triplets in his arms, his deep, rumbly voice soft and gentle as he interacted with them.

“Your husband is good with kids!”

“He has a bunch of nieces and great nieces, so he already had good practice by the time I met him!” I told the mom with a chuckle.

“I would imagine so- how many kids do you have, anyway?”

“Well…” I huffed out another giggle. “Elizabeth is Peter’s daughter from a previous relationship. Katie is a friend of Elizabeth’s from school, and Peter and I adopted her a few years back. Elle and Jing are the girls’ American Girl mini me dollies. Vanessa Rose, or little girl, as we all call her, is my daughter, who I carried as a surrogate for her daddies, and Peter is her godfather and favorite person in the whole wide world. Baby Tommy is our son, Baby Eve is our adopted daughter and Baby Noah is our nephew. The triplets- Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo- are the last of the Ratajczyk kids.”

“Oh? Has that been determined for certain?”

“Peter had a vasectomy last year, so yes,” I frowned at her. “It has been written, and so the fates have been decided. And so it had been written.”

“Oh.”

Little girl was now introducing her younger siblings to her peermeates, with Baby Tommy very clearly becoming overwhelmed. He tucked his head into his arms, folding himself into his older sister’s back, creating an absolutely adorable sight, which I snapped with my cell phone to post onto my social media at a later date.

“Hihi James! Hihi Aaron!” I greeted my daughter’s daddies with affectionate hugs.

“Hihi, Mary Claire!” James greeted me, sporting a Triceratops like appearance with three hot pink party hats strapped to his head. “How are things?”

“Doing good!” I answered him, watching as my husband commanded the attention of the kiddos and their parents with an easy smile on his handsomely bearded face. “I regained all of my hearing back, by the way!”

“Yay yay!” cheered James, chuckling as the last round of little girl’s little school friends came up to the table, a surly little man, who threw a wrapped present onto the table, hanging back as his mother tried to gently force him to interact with the others. “Oh, Chrisopher is here- can you ask Peter to keep an eye on him? He’s a wild kid- he’s already been in trouble for pushing four different kids on the school playground. I only invited him because I didn’t want him to feel left out.”

“James, it’s not a crime to lay down a boundary,” I sighed, keeping an eye on the pouting little man. “You are allowed to say to the parents, I don’t feel comfortable about hosting Cristopher at little girl’s birthday party. And if his parent doesn’t respect your boundary, you just walk away.”

“Noted,” he grinned at me, stooping to place his chin on my shoulder. “I wish I had your backbone.”

“I only developed my backbone after meeting Peter,” I shrugged, watching as Christopher pushed himself out of his mom’s arms and sulked to sit at an empty seat, staring down at his neatly folded hands. “I kind of had to, especially after all the traumatizing shit that the both of us had been through!”

The both of us shared a chuckle, turning back to Aaron as he tucked his cell phone away in his back pocket.

“Sorry, my work never ends,” he chuckled, joining us and turning to look out at the kids.

Just then, a person in a fluffy gray costume came out through a door.

“CHUCK E CHEESES!” screeched someone, causing for the kids to race over and knock the giant mouse down onto the ground in their joy at seeing the costumed mascot.

Christoper went over and kicked at the back paw of the fallen mouse, being rewarded by his mother’s sharp voice calling out his name.

“He sure does seems to be a handful,” I hummed in a soft voice as little girl leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to the mouse’s nose. “Good job being gentle, little girl!”

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[renee-writer]

May Prompts Chapter 28 Surgery

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“It will be okay. It is an outpatient procedure, after all.” She cheerily says. He rolls her eyes at her.

 

“Easy enough for you to say. It isn’t  your stones being cut open.”

 

Claire’s hands go to her hips. “No, it was just my abdomen and womb cut open to get our youngest out. You are doing this James Fraser.”

 

He lowers his head. She is right. Her body had been through the ringer to gift them their family. He can do this. Picking up his mobile, he rings the doctor to schedule the appointment for the vasectomy.

[utterlyinevitable]

After seeing ur explanation for that anon i really want to see a fic or a hc of ethan as a dad and becca as mom can u please do it??

omg okay ahhh my babys having babies. this is gonna be long and idk if it’ll make sense bc imma jot down everything i know about domestic e&b.  

[just finished and... this is long and broken down into 6 categories........... enjoy!]

Ethan & Becca as Parents

The Pregnancy 

They didn’t plan on having children, it just kind of happened. Becca and Ethan took a day for the news to settle before they jumped into excited, expecting parents mode.

The most exciting part was renovating the condo to make the most perfect nursery and shopping for decorations and mentally planning all the traditions and things they’d love to give to their little family. 

All of the happiness couldn’t mask the struggles of pregnancy. 

Becca hated being pregnant. She was sick and nauseous constantly, and her back and feet always ached. 

Throughout the whole thing Ethan doted on her; holding her hair back and learning how to tie it up in the way she likes, rubbing her back, running out to get whatever she was craving. 

He even made copious amounts of notes about her eating patterns. Enough to keep two of everything in the condo. 

If she was having a restless night, he would too; even if she was restless for non-human-growing reasons. 

They were in this together.

And even when she was huddled over a garbage pail, dribble running down her chin, she never looked more beautiful to him. 

There was just something about all this that made him feel all weird and fuzzy inside. 

When her symptoms barely settled throughout the second trimester she overhauled her entire birthing plan. There was no way she was making it to 42 weeks. She was absolutely miserable. So she made a c-section appointment for 40 weeks. 

She had an entire argument with Ethan one evening (she really was only yelling while he nodded his head). Her main points were:  “It’s my body and the baby will be fine. I was born 6 weeks early and I turned out fantastic!” and  “Once the baby’s out of me I’m still going to have to pee. Omg what if she rips me open!? How am I supposed to use the bathroom without worrying about my stitches?”  

All he kept reiterating was:  “I love you. I trust you and your instincts.” 

Becca felt better as he held her face in his large hands, his calming azure eyes boring into hers and letting her know everything will be alight. 

But deep down she spent the next few weeks since making the appointment wondering if she should have given vaginal birth a try. She didn’t want Ethan to resent her for chickening out of her body’s natural function. 

The Birth 

Becca made it to her c-section appointment. Happily rubbing her large belly and glowing:  “I can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore! Never do this to me again.” 

All Ethan did was chuckle. 

He was happy she was getting color back and that her symptoms finally settled enough for her to spend the last few weeks enjoying their daughters kicks. But oh my god was Ethan Ramsey terrified of being a father. 

He wouldn’t tell Becca though. She was emotional and worried enough as is. Any and all his concerns were saved for the short conversations he had with his father.  “Don’t overthink it, son. The moment you lay eyes on your daughter you’ll know what to do. It’s instinct. Biology. That was your best subject in school, wasn’t it?” Alan would joke.  

The surgery went off without a hitch. 

All of Becca’s hatred for the phenomenon of pregnancy vanished the second the nurse placed their daughter on her chest. 

Rebecca was in awe. She made that! This little person came out of her! This little pink person that looks like a plucked chicken with a tiny tuft of brown hair was here and she was beautiful. The perfect combination of her and Ethan. 

The embodiment of their love.   

Dakota Dolores Ramsey was completely unplanned. Unplanned but not unwanted.  

The first time Ethan Ramsey held his daughter time froze. The universe needed a minute to process the broad grin and full heart thumping rapidly from this stoic and reserved man. 

The earth was about to spin the wrong way but then Dakota opened her eyes.

Everything was the way divinity had planned it.  

At Home

Although Ethan and Becca lived a 10 minutes drive from Edenbrook, nearly a straight run, Becca forced him to drive as slow as possible. 

Dakota was asleep and she needed to keep it that way. 

Due to her stitches, Becca was forced to take things easy. No matter how many times she argued with Ethan that she was capable of menial tasks around the house. 

Ethan would not let her lift a finger. 

If Dakota needed a change he’d happily do it. if Becca was hungry he’d make her favorite. 

“You had her to yourself for nine months. Let me take the next few days.” Becca went to retort, all she wanted was to hold her baby for the rest of eternity. She’d never tire of looking at her scrunched up potato face and watching as her features changed every moment of every day. “I promise to share.” “You better,” she kissed him as he tucked her into bed for a much needed nap.

The only thing he was forced to share with his partner was feeding duty - Becca was adamant on breast feeding. A bottle would not touch their daughters lips for months to come. 

That in itself brought its own challenges. 

Most nights Ethan laid in bed with Becca curled up at his side in one arm and Dakota resting on his bare chest. 

Parenting was weird, but an exhilarating change. 

Ethan couldn’t diagnose what he could have possibly have done right in his life to be this wholly happy. 

The Second

Once Ethan and Becca had one child they were both itching for a second.

“You know what say: ‘if you have one you have to have two’.” “Is that so?”  “You don’t want Dakota to have a sibling?”  “I was an only child and look how I turned out.”  “Emotionally stunted and certified loner?” she teased. 

Truth be told, Ethan wanted another. He’s been thinking of giving his pride and joy a few siblings for weeks now. He just didn’t know how to tell Becca. 

Becca complained frequently about how happy she was to not be pregnant, and often about how her scar healed funnily. 

All of the signs pointed to her not wanting another. And Ethan was okay with that. He never expected to have one child. He’d cherish every moment of what’s been placed right in his fingertips. 

He’ll let his soon-to-be wife choose their path. She’s dictated everything else thus far. Ethan was elated she chose him to be along for the ride. 

After Dakota’s first birthday, when they made the decision to have another, they tried desperately to conceive.

“I really don’t want to have to deal with diapers for five years,” was Becca’s main reason for keeping the kids close in age.  “We can try surrogacy.” Ethan offered, knowing how much she hated pregnancy. He didn’t want to push her into anything.    “No. I have to do it. I’ll do it for our kids. But you owe me big time.”  

And 14 months later Caroline Marie Ramsey made her grand appearance. 

And Becca got her first push present. 

The Last 

It’s fitting that four years later Ethan and Becca were blessed with another surprise. 

Her pregnancy with James Jonah was the smoothest of them all. 

Of course that meant something had to go wrong. 

At 34 weeks Becca went into premature vaginal labor. 

Within six hours their baby boy arrived. 5lbs 2oz and looking like an alien. 

Ethan almost lost them both after the fact. 

Becca lost too much blood with the placenta and JJ was so tiny.  

But the Lao’s were fighters and they pulled through. Ethan cried at her bedside once the harrowing 24 hours were up. 

Becca stayed at the hospital for a week, Ethan and Alan bringing the girls to visit every single day. 

JJ had to stay a few days longer and Becca refused to leave until she could bring her son home. 

She went through her first experience with postpartum depression. Becca didn’t think anything could be worse than the mental toll her abortion had on her years earlier. But she was wrong.

She was so wrong. 

All their friends chipped in to help take care of the kids while Ethan devoted his time to helping his wife. The couple went to therapy, sometimes together, other times Ethan sat in the waiting room as Becca worked through her emotions. 

Months later, the parents were sitting at home. Ethan held their son and their daughters were curled on their laps: He muttered into his wife’s hair, “I’d like to have one more.”  “Not with me you’re not,” she scoffed. “We’re outnumbered as is.” 

JJ began to cry and the girls stirred. Dakota mumbling, “Tell the baby to shut up, I’m sleeping here.” 

They couldn’t help but laugh and pull apart to put their whole world to bed.  

Old and graying and spending more time at home with his kids, Ethan wanted just one more baby. Four was a strong, even number. He could have a whole daycare full of them - each one the best variations of him and Becca. 

Becca had spent a large portion of her 30s childrearing and she’s done. Done with diapers and formula, especially. She loves her children more than anything but they’re exhausting. She can’t wait for them to be in school full time and she can have some more alone time with her husband. It’s been so long since it’s been just them too.  

“Don’t hate me...”  “I could never hate you,” Ethan said as he brushed a few strands of hair from his wife’s face.  She swallowed and confidently said, “I want you to get a vasectomy.” 

He agreed without further consideration. She made a very compelling argument.  

Parenting 

Ethan is the doting helicopter dad and Becca is doctor drill sergeant. The kids get away with nothing under their mother’s watch. 

Ethan is very soft and adores his children. The grumpy attending could have a whole gaggle of them. He spoils his daughters rotten, picking up the newest doll and toy they’re obsessed with, and making them promise not to tell mommy. 

The women in Ethan’s life get away with everything and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When the girls were born, Ethan stepped back at work letting the better Dr. Ramsey have her career defining moments.

He took half days to pick the girls up from preschool and would bring them to the park or museums. He’d even try to teach them to cook their favorite recipes on cold, rainy days. He’d tire them out so that he and mom could tuck them in after dinner.

Ethan’s afraid of his son. He’s afraid the tot is going to turn out exactly like him - he’s the spitting image, except that his hair curls like his mother’s. 

Instead of putting JJ in fulltime daycare, Ethan chose part time preschool. The girls were in primary school now and he’s taken a bigger step back from the hospital after the baby was born. 

He devotes all his free time to teaching his son about all he knows and learning all he doesn’t.  

Becca complains about the state of her vagina and stomach all the time. Never in front of the children but often enough Ethan knows the look on her face right before she says the same two lines.  

Her favorite activity is building forts and taking the kids to the beach. 

The holidays have never felt more alive with the full house. Ethan even became a Christmas and Valentines Day lover. 

Becca loved watching him change over the years. Every new first they celebrated with each child, every one of their kids passions, Ethan would adopt them all and make it his mission to be a connoisseur of every facet.

Dakota sat her parents down one day with a serious topic of conversation: “Mommy, Daddy. I’m going to be a fashion designer.” “Will you?”  “Yes. And I need to dress myself.” “As long as it’s weather appropriate, consider it done.”  “And we need to get supplies.” 

The conversation went on for 15 minutes with Ethan and Becca asking questions and Dakota making demands. Once they’ve settled on an agreement on how to make their daughter’s dream happen, Ethan retired to his office. He taught himself the basics of sewing.     

Even with all the struggles of raising three children in a suburb of Boston while balancing very demanding medical careers, Ethan and Becca wouldn’t have it any other way. The life they carved out of all their complications was worth it.  

All of this was inevitable. 

And they wouldn’t take a moment for granted.    

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[seriouslysam8]

Okay, these are two super random questions, but I’m curious.

1. You said Harry and Ginny decided they were done after having Lily. Did Ginny get her tubes tied? Or did Harry get a vasectomy?

2. Does Ginny still get her period? I’m assuming so considering she’s 45, but idk it’d different for all women. The fact that she’s a grandma is throwing me off 😂😂

1. I’ve never thought about it before. I don’t think Ginny had her tubes tied because it’s a worse recovery and she didn’t have a c-section with Lily where you might as well. So I think either potions or Harry got snipped. I think I may have mentioned potions after Lily but I’m not 100% sure.

2. Definitely. If wizards live longer than I would think they could have babies longer. When I heard James’ parents had James later in life and were older, I always picture them as like 60 or 70 when James is born for some reason.

[onisiondrama]

“Female Privilege & The Lack of Men's Rights” Speaks, October 21, 2020

(It’s live. He’s reading chat for a while.) He says he talked about abortion earlier that day and asks if they want to talk about it. People say, “her body, her rights,” but there’s a limit. He notes people cringe and run when he brings up this topic.

He says people say a woman should have a right to abort up until the baby is born. He says that seems insane. He says you’re talking about somebody who potentially has the ability to live outside the body. He asks at what point does the baby get “their body, their rights?”

He asks what would you actually get an abortion for? He says let’s say he’s pregnant, he could have been a transgender woman this whole time. “You never know.” He asks what would they say if he got an abortion over a bet. He says “literally. Your body, your rights.” He asks if it’s a valid reason. He says if you have an opinion on that it’s no longer, “their body, their rights” because there’s a line to be drawn.

He says what if he wants an abortion, but his boyfriend wants to be a father. Now he gets to kill his boyfriend’s unborn child “just ‘cause.” Fathers have no rights to their unborn child. Even if that guy would be the best dad in the world and loves their child unconditionally. You’re not going to carry the baby the rest of the 6 months (you’re 3 months) and execute his baby that’s he’s already emotionally invested in.

Someone in chat says they were born 3 months early and lived. James reads that and asks if it’s worth risking the child’s life by intentionally having them early. He asks if it’s 6 or 7 months where they draw the line so it’s no longer moral? “What’s this magical number that we made up?”

(He loses his point and he looks down at his desk and says “here it is.” I guess he’s reading off a list.) He asks what if it’s the woman who wants to keep the baby and the man wants an abortion. Does he have to pay child support now? He says people who have the mentality that women are heroes and men are horrible would say yes, he has to pay child support for the next 18 years or she could kill his unborn children. He says women have overwhelming privilege. They have all the power and the guy literally has none.

He says he would rather be a woman and produce a child than pay 18 years child support. He says he’s against abortion for people he impregnates. He says you should take responsibility if you impregnate someone. He says it’s crazy to him that people treat abortion like a casual thing.

Someone in chat says if he’s against abortion, he should also talk about orphanages and struggling financially. He says statistically, if you force people to raise a child they don’t want, they are more likely to lead to a life of crime.

He says he believes a guy should be able to not pay child support if they were against the baby before it is ever born. “His life, his life,” right? He says it’s a massive injustice because the woman can work the court system so they could never even see their child.

He thinks there should be limitations on abortions. He thinks you shouldn’t be allowed to get an abortion on a whim. He thinks there should be a process in place for ending a life similar to ending other human lives like getting into a car. When you get in a car there is a risk for ending a human life, so they certify you to try to prevent that. He asks why you can just walk into a clinic and walk out without any knowledge or lessons learned. They might go back and get more abortions. They are terminating human life.

He says it’s possible for a father to love an unborn child as much as a mother. To them you’re murdering their child and you walk around scot-free.

The life inside you is their life, not your life.

Society says if you’re not with us, you’re against us. He says people overlook this and they don’t listen. There is disproportion in our society, the way men are portrayed is ridiculous. In the home, a lot of guys are seen as abusive. Dad comes home and is mean to the kids and yells at the mom. He asks if work is stressful? Is it hard being the sole breadwinner for the household? He says that’s why it’s good for women to be in the workforce, so they can understand and contribute instead of living off someone else and stressing them out. Men pay the majority of bills, they fund the majority of organizations, they are presidents of the majority of companies, they are doing the majority of the work in society. It’s an overwhelming fact. We put the weight of the world on their shoulders and give them no credit. You can kill their unborn child and they need to just suck it up. Men are either a dead beat dad or not, they never got the choice. Women are either a hero or a hero. They get praised for getting an abortion or they get praised for having a child. He says women are seen as the victims of men. He says women hijacked the Black Lives Matter movement by taking selfies at protests “uwu Instagram” and talking about their oppression.

Someone in chat says wear a condom. He says they work sometimes or you can get a vasectomy. He asks could you say the same thing to women? He thinks people would benefit more if they revered the roles more. Men have no say if they are going to be a father, women do. If we’re going to have equality, it shouldn’t be slanted. If men are condemned if they are not responsible and get someone pregnant, why aren't the women condemned too?

If it doesn’t work both ways, you’re imprisoning someone for 18 years with no rights to the child. Women have all the rights and go around saying they’re the victims and oppressed.

Someone in chat says it’s not a person until there is a beating heart, He says the heart beats right away. He googles it and it says it starts at 6 weeks. “Told ya. Knew it.”

He keeps going on about someone in chat that said “he thinks he’s so smart” but they didn’t give a counter argument. He keeps saying they need to back it up with facts if they’re going to say that. He says they’re trying to distract from his logic based statement.

[quaememinisse]

Bucky’s Baby

Plot: Bucky tries to get his moody, pregnant wife comfortable at bed time.

Author’s note: Based on my other story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2799851/chapters/6284765

           Bucky’s disapproval is eminent in the frown his lips make. Cherise sighs, furrowing her eyebrows at him. He speaks calmly, the sound of the news on in the background,

           “We both know I’munna turn you over, Cherise,” he says. He gives her a chance, but she closes her eyes, and she’s met with the familiar sensation of her husband’s hands turning her onto her back. Like a beached whale, the tired woman attempts to turn again, but Bucky plasters himself beside her so that she can’t. She grumbles, slapping not-so-playfully at his brawny chest and arms.

           “You’re gonna squash the baby,” Bucky explains with concern. This has been going on almost every night. She has come to expect it by now. Green glaring eyes cause Bucky to feel a little bit of remorse. Even more so when Cherise starts to cry silently. He sighs, gently running his bionic hand over her belly, which seems swollen now since the last time he saw it uncovered. She was sleeping topless. She couldn’t get comfortable, and Bucky knew it.

           “I’m sorry, honey…but you know what the doctor said. You gotta sleep on your back.” Though Bucky explains this gently, it doesn’t stop Cherise from crying. She wipes her eyes impatiently, glaring off towards the wall, taking her husband’s hand off her stomach. He’s used to her losing patience with him now, so it doesn’t hurt his feelings as much as it had numerous times before when she does this. To his surprise, she starts to sit up.

           “Help me,” she says, gazing up at him with need. The helplessness in her voice crushes Bucky’s soul and he easily slips his hand under her back and helps her sit up in bed. She reaches languidly for her shiny satin robe at the foot of the bed and starts to put it on. She rises so slowly that Bucky anticipates a fall, perching himself beside her on her side of the bed.

           “…Where are you going?” he asks. Cherise wobbles around him and she doesn’t answer him. He sighs, making his way after her, thinking she’s just angry with him for moving her out of the comfortable position she had just found, and is going to spend the night in the guest room.

           “Cherry—come on,” Bucky pleads, “You know you can’t sleep on your stomach.”

           “I wasn’t on my stomach,” Cherise barks. She starts down the stairs and Bucky follows her.

           “Leave me alone,” she says, swatting his hand as he rests it at the small of her back where she’s holding the bannister to go down the stairs.

           “Cherry, it’s late. Where are you going—?”

           “I said, ‘Leave me alone!’” Her teeth are gritted when she barks at him again and he pauses in his tracks.

“Stop yelling. Christina is finally asleep. Damn it, Cherry.”

He crosses his arms and cocks his eyebrow as she grabs her keys off the small hook near the door and opens it. He follows her as she tries to close the door behind herself.

           “James, fuck off,” she says. His eyes widen, but then he laughs to himself. Cherise moves slowly across the lawn, but that’s not what he’d found so humorous. She never swears at him, so he knew he must really have gotten on her nerves for her to do that. All because he was trying to protect their son from her thrashing about in bed.

           “You’re half naked, Cherise. Where do you think you’re going?”

She grumbles, struggling to pull her wrists away from him as he closes the door of their Rav4 and pries the keys from her hands. Cherise stomps her foot and starts walking down the street away from Bucky. He rolls his eyes and plants himself in front of her.

           “Where the hell are you going?” Bucky asks.

           “I’m in fucking pain! I can’t sleep. What am I supposed to do?!”

           “I’m gonna carry you back into the house if you don’t stop this,” Bucky explains. She tries to dodge him a handful of times, but he’s too fast for her. She had grown slower, the bigger her belly got. Cherise drops on her rear in the grass of their front lawn and starts bawling. Bucky kneels beside her, calmly, waiting for her to stop.

           “I hate this,” she finally says, “Get this thing out of me, James,” she begs.

           “It’s okay, Cherry.”

He places her keys in the grass to clutch her head in both his hands, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

           “It’s not okay, James. You don’t know how fucking uncomfortable I am.”

           “I do, baby. I see it every day,” Bucky explains.

           “Just come back inside and let me try to rearrange your pillows, huh? I’ll get you comfortable, babe…”

She shakes her head, staring away into the dark.

           “Want me to put you in the tub? Some hot water might help.”

           “I already showered. He’s sitting all fucked up again. It’s hurting my back, James,” Cherise explains, rubbing her lower back. He frowns.

           “I’m sorry,” he says, not knowing what else he can really do for her, and feeling like crap because of it, “Just come inside, okay? Let me rub your back.”

Cherise sighs, closing her eyes and wincing. Bucky places his bionic hand in the middle of her upper back, knowing she’s going to be silent for at least ten seconds while this pain grips her. Their son had been wreaking havoc on her body from conception. The kid just wouldn’t cooperate. It had been difficult with their daughter, too, but Bucky doesn’t remember it being this extreme every day.

           “I’m so sorry, Cherry. I promise—I’ll get a vasectomy. This is all my fault.”

           “…You don’t have to do that,” Cherise says, barely above a whisper, when she’s finally able to speak again.

           “Well, I shouldn’t have complained about using condoms after we had Christina, so, this is my fault. I knew you didn’t want to have another baby, and you only decided to do this ‘cause of me. ‘Cause you knew I want a boy.”

He picks her up before she can respond again, carrying her to their front porch. He places her gingerly on the bench there before walking back into the yard to get her keys and open the door. He sticks the screen door so it stays open as he carries her inside and up the front steps back into their room.

           “I’ll be right back,” he promises, hurrying back down the stairs to close and lock the front door again. Cherise knew that he was going to go and check all of the windows and doors again before coming back to her. She sits on his side of the bed and starts to flip through the channels mindlessly until he returns. Bucky had briefly peaked in Christina’s room to make sure she was still sleeping soundly. Cherise watches him walk into their closet and come back out with the extra pillows he had bought her earlier that week. He starts to dress up her side of the bed. She watches him work, suddenly mesmerized. He really was doing all that he could to try and make her comfortable. She could tell from the look on his face that he felt badly for her, that he was angry with himself for knocking her up again. He only wanted her to be happy.

           She crawls onto her side of the bed when he’s done and adjusts herself to her side, Bucky’s watchful blue eyes hoping that she won’t turn on her stomach again. She was halfway on it before when he turned her over. She can settle for her side for now. Bucky finally relaxes a little bit, his back against the headboard.

           “James, you don’t have to get a vasectomy, okay?”

Bucky sighs.

           “Well, I am sorry. I hate seeing you be uncomfortable,” he admits, “Are you comfortable now?” he asks hopefully. Cherise shakes her head for no and Bucky frowns.

           “What can I do? Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.”

Cherise smiles, her eyes watering as Bucky rests on his side, inching closer to her and massaging her hip.

           “Get this thing out of me,” she explains tiredly.

           “Well, I wish that I could. He’s not ready yet.”

Bucky lowers himself until he’s at eye level with Cherise’s stomach. He unties her robe enough to expose the bump.

           “Listen to me, young man…You gotta hurry up, pal. You’re hurting your mommy. Now, you’re due in a few weeks. Can you promise me you’ll let your mommy sleep tonight? She’s exhausted.”

He kisses her navel, closing his eyes. Cherise laughs quietly.

           “What? It was worth a try. He can hear us, you know.”

Cherise cups Bucky’s chiseled jaw, her heart doing summersaults. She knew eventually, her sleepiness would override her discomfort, and she would drift off.

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