#‘what are you writing that needs over 3000 words for naughty stuff?’

[nezumasa]

I’m like halfway-3/4s through with that Dimilethshez fic? It’s Explicit and im like…man…

I gotta finish so I can do that MMO Shezleth AU where M!Byleth is a top ranking player on the Fodlan World Server of critically acclaimed MMO “Fire Emblem” (with a free trial up to “Skyward,” something that is definitely not “Heavensward”) and Shez is a newbie player who malds because he’s a topranker in a different MMO but kinda sucks ass at Fire Emblem PVP because the mechanics are different and he keeps getting Pk’d by the Ashen Demon.

And Byleth ends up befriending Shez on his low level alt which is F!Byleth, and no matter what Sothis says, it’s not catfishing if Shez just assumed his sex.

Shez, bitching about the Ashen Demon again: “What a fucking asshole.”

Byleth, on his F!Byleth alt and too horny to care that he’s insulting himself: “Yeah what a fucking asshole. I could beat him to death if you want.”

And Byleth also streams and gets Twitch sub and streaming money/donations and Shez hate-watches and uses it to stream snipe (he dies ofc and has to respawn).

And implications that past Fire Emblem games are just different servers with their own setting and laws and unique traits and major events.

[omgjasminesimone]

How to Make a Family

Bryce x Casey

Author’s Note: Warning: Mentions of miscarriage

Summary: Casey and Bryce decide to start a family, but the road to parenthood isn’t as smooth as expected.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3000

“Mmm….this is the best way to wake up.” Bryce mumbles, returning Casey’s lazy kisses with impassioned ones as he wakes.

Casey smiles against his lips and lets her tongue slip into his mouth. “I missed you.” She reveals when she pulls away a few moments later.

Bryce smiles sleepily, rubbing her back gently through her clothes. She’s still in her business casual from attending the morning session of the medical conference. “Not as much as I missed you. How was the conference? I thought you weren’t coming back until Tuesday. You didn’t leave early because it was boring, did you Dr. Valentine?”

“They moved Dr. Ramsey’s panel to this morning, so I came home early. I learned a lot, but I won’t bore you with the details. Not when we have catching up to do.” Casey slowly kisses down his bare chest. She gets to his lower abs and is about to pull down his pajama pants when he pulls her back up. She’s draped over him, staring into his brown eyes which shine with desire.

“Casey, as much as I hate to stop you, and believe me, I really hate to stop you, we can’t. I’m not supposed to ejaculate for 48 hours before my appointment. I can take care of you though.” He flips them so he’s on top, pushing her pencil skirt up over her hips.

“Wait, stop.” Casey interrupts, sitting up and pushing her skirt back down. “What appointment?”

“A good friend from high school, Wendy, she and her wife are having a baby. She asked for my sperm.” Bryce responds casually.

“What the hell Bryce?”

“What?” The fact that he honestly seems confused at her irritation makes her even more irritated.

“Don’t you think that’s something you should have talked with me about?” Casey asks, standing from the bed to put some space between them.

Bryce still looks flabbergasted, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. “Is it?”

Casey whirls around. “Yes, Bryce! It is!”

“Why are you mad? Do you not want me to do it? I already told her I would, everything is set up.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to do it necessarily, but if I didn’t want you to do it, I feel like you should have at least considered my feelings before agreeing.”

“How does it even affect you beyond this 48 hour no sex thing? I didn’t even think you were going to be here.” Bryce reasons.  

“How does it affect me?! Are you serious Bryce?”

Bryce gets up from the bed, pulling her into his strong arms. Annoyingly, being in his arms always makes her anger fade. It’s really an unfair move that he always pulls when they’re fighting. After a few moments of silence, he pulls his other move, tracing circles in her back to further soothe her. “Hey…just tell me what’s wrong so I can understand why you’re upset. I love you, and I never want to hurt you Casey.”

She hugs him back which lets him now he’s somewhat forgiven, so he loosens his hold so she can pull back far enough to look up at him. “It’s just, I’m your girlfriend. We live together. We’re….we’re moving in the direction of marriage. And …babies.” Casey fights down her blush at being so vulnerable with Bryce. They’ve never talked about marriage, probably because they’re both a little emotionally stunted. After all, it took them a full year of hooking up before they even mustered the courage to officially date. But she wants him to understand why she’s upset, so she’s going to talk about her feelings, despite how uncomfortable it makes her.

“This baby you’re having, they would be half siblings with my kids….if we ever get there. I think we will. I guess….I just would have liked to have some input in you becoming a dad.” She looks down, it’s less embarrassing to look at her feet than his expressive brown eyes.

Bryce buries his hands into her hair, tilting her head and forcing her to make eye contact. “Hey, I’m not becoming a dad. I’ll be his or her biological father, and if they ever want to know me, of course I would write, call, have lunch, whatever, but this is Wendy’s and Jaclyn’s kid. Not mine. And they live in Hawaii, so it’s not like they’re going to be around a lot. I’m just doing a favor for a good friend Casey, that’s it.”

“Have you donated sperm before?” Casey asks. He sounds so comfortable with it that she’s starting to think he might have several sperm donor babies running around.

“Nah, they pay very little at the sperm banks. And look at me, hot, smart, tall. Wendy clearly knows what’s up. I’ve got prime stuff, so I’m not selling it cheap.” Bryce responds.

Casey snorts, hitting his chest lightly. “Moron.”

Bryce smiles fondly at her despite the insult, kissing her softly. “Don’t worry babe, when you’re ready to have my babies there will be plenty of sperm left for you.”

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“Mhmmm….my favorite wake up call.” Bryce murmurs as Casey pulls away from his lips, kissing down his neck. He opens his eyes and checks the clock, 5:12 am. “Isn’t it our day off? What has you so frisky so early in the morning?”

Casey stops the kissing, opting to sit on him instead, her fingers delicately drifting over his abs. “I had a dream.” She replies.

“Ooh…a naughty one?” Bryce asks, hands wandering up her bare legs.

“No perv.” She teases, draping herself on top of him, fingers tangling into his messy morning hair. “I dreamt that we had a baby.”

Bryce has not so subtly hinted about how much he wants to start a family ever since they returned to Boston from their honeymoon in Fiji, and Bryce and Casey have been married for a little over a year now.

Wendy and Jaclyn send him pictures and videos of their daughter occasionally, and she’s beautiful. She’s 3 now, and it’s such a fun age. She calls him Uncle Bryce, and she seems to almost comprehend that he’s her biological father. She talks so well, (not that he’s surprised she’s smart, he and Wendy both have great genes) and his heart melts every time he speaks with her.

It makes him long for a child with his wife. But until now, Casey has been resistant. Her objections lie in her worries about her career. They’re attendings now, which allows for a better schedule but more responsibility at Edenbrook. And although it’s not fair, a baby would likely impact her career trajectory more than his. The most successful female physicians at Edenbrook like Dr. Harper Emery, have no children. (But then again, the most successful men, like Naveen or Ethan, also have no children, no spouses, they’re married to the job.) She’s worried she’ll end up like Dr. Delarosa. When Ines and Zaid had a baby last year, her hours were reduced dramatically while Zaid returned after paternity leave full time.    

“Really? It was a good dream, right? It wasn’t some horror ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ situation? Are you ready to start trying?” Bryce shoots the questions off in rapid succession in his excitement.

Casey laughs, kissing her husband softly. “I’m ready to start trying.”

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Bryce holds Casey on their bathroom floor as she cries, stroking her hair. He wants to cry too, but he won’t because she needs him to be strong right now. They’ve been trying to have a baby for a year, and they’ve just suffered their third miscarriage.

They’ve seen countless specialists over the year, and no one can tell them what’s wrong. Why she can’t carry the baby to term. She’s started to obsessively research possible causes, hoping to diagnose herself so they can fix this. It’s starting to take a toll on their marriage, he’s starting to wonder if it’s worth it.

“Casey, maybe we should consider surrogacy.” Bryce says. The specialists they’ve seen have all brought it up, but they, mostly she, wanted to keep trying. But now, maybe they’ve tried enough.

“But Bryce, I want all those little moments. The food cravings, feeling our baby kick, having control over what they’re exposed to in utero.” She pulls her face away from his now tear stained shirt. “I wanted you to massage my swollen feet, and to kiss my belly…..I don’t understand why I can’t do this. Why my body can’t do this…I feel broken.” She whispers that last part.

Bryce cups her cheeks, she had been looking down at the tile floor with tear filled eyes, so he makes her look at him. “You’re not broken Casey. This doesn’t mean you’re flawed in anyway. You’re perfect, and I love you.”

“I love you too Bryce. You’ve been so patient through all this, I want you to know how much I appreciate that.”

Bryce places a kiss to the top of her head. “There’s not one way to start a family Casey. We tried this way, maybe it’s time to try another.”

“But surrogacy is so expensive.” Casey complains.

“Good thing we’re both attendings with well-paying jobs and amazing insurance then.” Bryce counters.

Casey sighs, running out of excuses. “Okay, let’s look into it at least.”

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When Bryce operates, it’s almost like he’s asleep, in a different, separate consciousness. He’s very focused on his task. It’s not until it’s over, the organ successfully repaired, that he feels like he’s back in the real world again, awake.

“Dr. Lahela, Dr. Valentine is here and would like to talk to you.” Dr. Delarosa announces over the intercom into the operating room.

“Dr. McGuire, would you like to close?” Bryce asks, stepping away from the table and giving the intern a chance to learn something. Francine McGuire nods enthusiastically, taking his place at the table. Bryce leaves his senior resident to supervise, throwing off his mask and gloves as he heads out.

Casey is waiting just outside the door, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Kate called.” Their surrogate, a single mother who lives in New York. She sends them updates on her belly bump, videos of their son kicking in her stomach. Casey always cries when they get them, but nowadays she reassures him they’re mostly happy tears. “She’s in labor!”

“Holy shit. She’s early! Is it too early? We were supposed to have another 3 weeks!” Bryce exclaims.

“Hey.” Casey wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. He calms almost immediately. “We’re ready.” She promises, straining to press a firm kiss to his lips. “And I got us plane tickets, so let’s go before we miss our son’s birth.”

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It’s a little strange to watch a woman you don’t know very well give birth to your child. Bryce isn’t sure if he’s supposed to hold Kate’s hand, or if he should be holding Casey’s. Eventually, Casey takes Kate’s hand, serving as an anchor when the contractions get bad. “Breathe Kate. You’re doing so great. Thank you so much. We love you.” She repeats these four phrases like a mantra, or a prayer.

Kate’s labor is long. Much longer than when she had her own daughter, she’ll tell them later.

(“It’s because he has such a big head. He’s smart, he needed the extra space for his brain.” Bryce tells Casey later, his arms wrapped around her as they watch their newborn sleep in his crib.)

After 8 hours, Eric Lahela (Legally, Casey took Bryce’s last name, although she still practices under Casey Valentine, so no need to hyphenate Valentine-Lahela) makes his grand entrance to the world. Bryce and Casey get to cut the umbilical cord together, and then after cleaning him off, the staff hand the baby to his mother.

Casey’s eyes well with tears as she takes in their baby. He mostly looks like Bryce, but Eric has her eyes.

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“Bryce, wake up.” Casey whispers impatiently, but her voice is excited.

“What?” Bryce whispers back, not wanting to wake up their 18-month-old who’s sleeping between them. They really need to be stricter about getting him to sleep in his own bed.

“We did it. Today marks fourteen weeks. We’ve never made it to 14 weeks….” Her voice trails off, full of emotion.

He kisses her passionately, Eric stirring slightly as he accidentally jostles their son in the process.

They’ve suffered two more miscarriages since Eric was born. They weren’t actively trying to get pregnant, but they also weren’t actively doing anything to prevent getting pregnant either. But the miscarriages were always early. 6 to 8 weeks along. Bryce honestly thought they were in the clear this time when 10 weeks rolled around, but Casey was less convinced. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, she didn’t want to tell anyone unless she made it through the first trimester.

“So I get to do this now.” He mumbles against her lips, pulling her shirt up to expose her belly and placing adoring kisses over her skin. That’s something else she wouldn’t allow, worried they were going to jinx themselves and lose the baby if they were too happy, too excited about it. “I love you.” He whispers against her slightly rounded stomach.

“Me, or the baby?” Casey asks, running her hands through his hair.

“Both.” Bryce responds.    

Casey smiles. “I’m going to make a 16-week ultrasound appointment. I want pictures, and to find out the gender.”

“I hope it’s a little girl. I hope she looks like you.” Bryce reveals, kissing her belly again to seal the wish.

“I bet Eric wants a brother.” Casey replies, eyes shining with merriment. “Should we tell him he’s going to be a big brother?”

Bryce grins, shaking the toddler awake. “We have amazing news buddy.”

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“That is really cold.” Casey complains as the technician puts the gel on her belly.

“But worth it to see your baby.” The cheery tech insists, turning on the machine and working on getting a clear picture.

Bryce squeezes Casey’s hand in excitement as the blob on the screen starts to take form. The tech moves the transducer around, stopping when she spots something. “Well, that’s definitely a penis. It’s a boy!” She reports.

“Another boy.” Casey says softly, but with no disappointment. She’s still in disbelief that she’s carrying this child, getting to experience every moment of pregnancy.

“And I think there’s another one.” The tech reports, moving the transducer.

“Another one?!” Bryce exclaims, Casey squeezing his hand this time in her surprise.

“Yep, there’s another one. Baby B is a girl!” The tech reveals, grinning at the stunned couple.

“Twins?” Casey says in disbelief.

The tech nods, wiping the gel off and printing their ultrasound photos for them. “I’ll give you guys some privacy.”

“Twins.” Bryce parrots.

“And a girl too.” Casey adds, hands resting over her belly protectively. “Wow, twins. You think I get double maternity leave for two babies?” Casey jokes.

Bryce laughs, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “I know we get a discount at the Edenbrook Daycare Center. With two kids enrolled, the third is half price.”

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“AAAAHHH!” Casey yells, sweat slicking her forehead as she pushes.

Bryce is posted at her shoulder, wiping her forehead with a cloth every few minutes. “You’re doing amazing baby. Keep breathing.”

“This hurts so fucking bad! I can’t believe you did this to me!”

“Casey, it was definitely a team effort.” Her answering glare is murderous, but then her eyes squeeze shut as she’s hit with another contraction.

“Give me your hand.” She demands through clenched teeth.

Bryce hesitates. “Are you going to break my hand?”

“I don’t fucking know Bryce, just give me your fucking hand, coward!” Casey never curses like this, especially not at him, it’s off putting.

“I’m a surgeon baby, I kind of need my hands.”

“Aaahhhh!” She screams again, doubling over in pain. He finally gives in, gripping her sweaty fingers. She squeezes really hard, and he’s worried she is actually going to break his fingers. He manages to pry her off his hand, giving her his strong bicep to squeeze instead. Let’s see her break that.

“You’re almost there.” Their OBGYN encourages, positioned between Casey’s legs. “Just a couple more pushes mama.”

“We’re never doing this again Bryce! If you want another baby, we’re adopting.” Casey insists, squeezing his bicep and pushing again.  

“Three is plenty babe. Although I’ve always wanted to adopt.” Bryce replies, pressing a kiss to her sweaty forehead.

“I see the first baby! Keep pushing!” The doctor orders.

Casey pushes, letting out another loud scream. Their baby’s cry fills the room soon after. “It’s the girl!” The doctor announces, handing her off to be cleaned up after cutting the umbilical cord. “Just one more mama. You’ve got this.”

Casey pushes again, (Bryce’s bicep is definitely going to bruise) and their youngest son is born, crying just as loudly as his twin sister.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Their doctor asks, handing Bryce the scissors to cut his son’s umbilical cord.

Bryce cuts, and their son is whisked off to be cleaned up.

“Sorry for cursing at you.” Casey apologizes, turning to look at him.

Bryce smiles, kissing his wife softly. “Sorry for getting you pregnant.” He apologizes with a wink as he pulls away.

“Haha.” Casey says sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Her momentary irritation with him is immediately forgotten when her babies are placed in her arms. “Oh my god, they’re so beautiful. Where’s Eric?”

Bryce gently runs a finger over his daughter’s soft cheek, and then rustles the few strands of brown hair on his son’s head. “With Sienna in the waiting room. I’ll get him.”

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Eric meeting the new babies isn’t as cute as his parents envisioned. The toddler is rather standoffish. Casey still gets pictures though. 

Eric is very skeptical of these new babies. Being an only child was pretty great. And these things don’t seem to do anything, besides cry and poop. He’s not really sure why his parents are so enamored. 

(They do grow on him eventually.)

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