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Peace in Chaos

summary: You can’t say no to the twins; Wanda, can’t say no to you. It’s a dynamic that often works in their favor—especially when they desperately want something. The twins know that, if all else fails, they can rely on you to soften Wanda’s resolve, even if they trick you along the way.

warnings: Established relationship, Wanda and Reader are married. Domestic Life. The twins are close to 7/8 years old. Wanda is referred as mama/mom, Y/N is referred as mommy. Otherwise, I think there's none, this is pure fluff

author's note: English isn't my first language :) and to the anon who requested this, I hope this is what you were thinking about❤️

word count: 3.311

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When Wanda first joined the Avengers, she spent much of her time locked away inside the room they designated as hers, finding solace in the company of old books she had never had the chance to read before. Among those books, she stumbled upon a collection of poetry and came across a single phrase, quoted by Emily Dickinson; a phrase which was still written at the beginning of the diary Clint had gifted her for Christmas when the Avengers Tower became her home: "The heart wants what it wants, or else it does not care."

At first, Wanda found the phrase peculiar. How could her heart, which had never known a single day of peace, possibly want anything? Yet, as time passed, she began to understand. It was precisely because her heart had endured so much chaos that it longed for something different.

Stability was a foreign concept to Wanda. Her life had always been beyond her control, and when her powers came into the picture, they only added to the turmoil. But the constant inconsistency made Wanda’s heart want one thing more than anything in the whole world. A family.

She yearned for a family like the one she once had. A family she could come home to at the end of the day, where she could sink into the couch with the weight of the week pressing down on her shoulders - an uncomfortable ache, yet in a place where she felt comfortable. An environment where a television program no one was really watching played softly in the background while someone shared the details of their day. Wanda’s heart craved for care and tenderness, something solid yet gentle—a sanctuary that felt soft, safe, and unshakably real.

After the life she had lived—always running, fighting, and losing—it felt almost unbelievable that Wanda now had everything she had ever wanted cradled in her arms. Hard to believe, I know. But with your head resting against her chest, your body nestled between her legs as you scrolled through your phone, Wanda was certain that she needed nothing more. She closed her eyes briefly, letting herself savor the peace, the warmth, and the steady rhythm of your breathing.

The sounds from your phone mingled with the lively chatter drifting down from upstairs, where the twins were deeply immersed in a passionate debate about something. It was chaos. But it was her chaos. A chaos that she chose and was looking forward to every single day live in.

“Hm? What are you doing?” Wanda asked, her arms tightening around you as you started to move. Her voice was soft but carried a hint of reluctance. She tilted her head a little to the side, wanting to know what you were planning.

You turned to face her, a small smile on your lips. “We forgot to put the plates in the dishwasher,” you replied casually, as if that alone was enough reason to leave Wanda's embrace. To your wife, it definitely wasn't.

Wanda let out a low, drawn-out groan, clearly unenthusiastic about you leaving the comfort of her body pressed against yours. She held you a little tighter, silently protesting your attempt to get up.

“Don’t you need to finish your mission report?” you teased gently, raising an eyebrow at her reaction. Your words made her sigh in mild defeat. She had mentioned earlier that she needed to wrap up her mission report after dinner. It wasn’t a task she enjoyed—especially when it meant sacrificing time with you—but it was something she couldn’t ignore, no matter how much she hated it.

“I do,” she complained, her tone carrying a mix of annoyance and reluctance. Her thumb gently brushed against your cheek. It was obvious she didn’t want to move, but the mission report wasn’t going to complete itself.

Before either of you could say more, a sudden, loud noise from upstairs interrupted the moment. Both your heads turned toward the ceiling in unison. Wanda frowned, her brows knitting together as she stared at the source of the commotion.

“What are they doing up there?” she muttered, her voice tinged with both curiosity and a hint of irritation.

“Probably destroying your things,” you joke, smirking at her. Wanda didn’t share your amusement; instead, she shot you a stern look, her concern evident. That only made you chuckle softly.

“Relax, baby” you murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips, your way of soothing her. With a lazy stretch, you slipped out of her warm embrace, earning a soft groan of protest as you stood. “I’ll get the dishes,” you said with a playful shrug, heading toward the kitchen while Wanda remained on the couch.

She reached out for you, calling your name with a playful pout on her lips, as if trying to coax you back into her arms. But all she got in response was a teasing kiss blown in the air, followed by a few more chuckles from you. "You're impossible," Wanda muttered, though the corners of her mouth twitched, hinting at a smile she couldn’t quite suppress

A few minutes later, Wanda mirrored your actions with a resigned sigh. With a stretch and a yawn, she slowly pushed herself off the couch, kissing your shoulder once she moved past the kitchen to her home office. She opened the door with another huff, the thought of that mission report weighed heavily on her, already draining her energy before she even began.

As peaceful as the silence was, it didn’t last longer than fifteen minutes—a brief reprieve, but in a house with twins, it felt like a blessing. The twins knew better than to disturb Wanda when her office door was closed, understanding the importance of letting her work in peace. However, today was different. They had something important to ask her, and they were certain that mama wouldn’t mind being interrupted if it was truly important.

Wanda, ever attuned to the sounds around her, heard the soft footsteps and hushed whispers before the three gentle knocks echoed on her office door. She glanced down at the mission report in front of her, then dropped her pen onto the pile of papers near the notebook, her attention fully shifting to the interruption.

“Yes?” she called out, her voice loud enough to reach her sons, signaling they had permission to enter.

The door creaked open slightly, and two sets of curious eyes peeked through the gap. First, Tommy, with his usual impatience, then Billy, who always seemed a bit more cautious. Their wide eyes and raised eyebrows said it all—they had something to ask. Wanda couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them, her stern demeanor softening instantly. She gestured for them to come in, her smile softening as she watched them shuffle inside, their little hands fidgeting with each other in anticipation.

“Is everything alright?” Wanda asked, her voice filled with the kind of tenderness that only a mother could provide.

The twins, true to their age, began poking and nudging each other, whispering in hushed tones while they stood in front of their mother - who was looking at them with amusement as they continued to argue who would be the one to initiate the conversation.

“Mom, we have something super important to ask. But… promise you’re going to listen first” Billy tried to negotiate, his little feet shuffled nervously as he spoke. Tommy, by his side, nodded his head in support, his wide-eyed expression practically daring Wanda to disagree.

Wanda arched an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched her boys’ antics. Leaning back in her chair, she murmured a soft, “Okay…” her tone amused yet curious, ready to hear what the twins were planning.

“So.. we saw something on the internet..”

That wasn’t entirely true. Long before the twins were even born, you and Wanda had agreed, in a heartful parenting talk, that unrestricted internet access wouldn’t be part of your children’s childhood. That being established, the closest the twins got to the “internet” was their tablets - with a few games they begged to have since all their friends were active on and the little maximoffs were being left out- streaming shows, and, on some occasions like weekends, YouTube videos.

Still, Wanda stayed quiet, her expression neutral as she listened to Tommy’s words. Even if he couldn’t possibly get whatever their idea was from the ‘internet; more likely, he was just saying it as an excuse to shift the responsibility off himself and his brother.

“And we wanted to try.. We wanted to have a night pool party”

Wanda arched an eyebrow, glancing between her sons with growing curiosity. She had a sneaking suspicion about where this was headed but decided to feign ignorance, opting to play along.

"A night pool party..." Wanda repeated slowly, dragging out the words with a hint of amusement as she looked at her sons. Her lips twitched with a barely suppressed smile. "And where would this happen, exactly?"

"Here! Tonight! We've already planned everything," Tommy blurted out, his words tumbling over each other in his excitement.

Billy immediately hissed at his brother, shooting him a sharp glare. That definitely wasn’t part of the carefully rehearsed convincing speech they had agreed on beforehand.

Wanda frowned, her amusement fading. If it were any other season, the idea might not have bothered her as much. But her sons wanting to swim in the freezing water of the pool outside? That was a firm no. The idea would only serve so they’d catch a cold and be miserable for the rest of the week. Besides, late hours weren’t meant for pool parties—especially not in this weather and not with the age they had.

There they stood in front of her: matching cozy pajamas, hair lazily brushed back, and fresh-faced from their recent bath. They looked absolutely adorable, and Wanda couldn’t bear the thought of letting their idea ruin that. Spring was just around the corner, and while her children were undeniably the cutest in the world, she had no interest in dealing with two sick little ones—especially when even the smallest sneeze turned them into impossibly needy bundles of chaos.

“No. It's not even hot.” she simply replied, looking back to the now black screen of her notebook.

“But mom,” the twins protested in unison, their voices carrying the familiar tone of pleading.

Wanda, however, was unmoved. Her decision was final, and she wasn’t about to budge. Crossing her arms, she gave them a firm but gentle look that clearly said, not happening.

“No is no, boys. I’m not going to repeat myself. When it's hotter we can think about it”

The twins left her office with matching little huffs, their quiet complaints trailing behind them. They knew better than to argue further or try to reason with their mother—her decision was final, as always.

But the twins, as stubborn as any Maximoff to ever walk the Earth, weren’t ready to give up just yet. Instead, they exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. They’d just have to come up with another strategy.

It was no secret that, between you and Wanda, you were the parent more likely to entertain the wild ideas your sons came up with. Camping in the backyard? Of course. Nearly a liter of milkshake, even if it was freezing outside? Without a doubt. If it sounded fun, you were usually on board.

You didn’t blame Wanda for seeing things differently. After everything she had endured in her life, control and structure brought her a sense of peace she had rarely known before. Ensuring that the household stayed balanced and comfortable wasn’t just her way of parenting—it was her way of feeling secure.

But that didn’t make her the “boring parent.” If you asked the twins, they’d insist that mama was just as fun as mommy. Sure, she was a little scarier when she got angry, but that only made her the perfect balance to your more carefree approach.

Although they knew better than anyone how to take advantage of your different personalities.

At times like this, when Billy and Tommy had their hearts set on something, they knew they could always count on you to try convincing Wanda to let them have their way.

Sometimes it didn’t work—after all, undermining Wanda’s authority wasn’t part of your parenting playbook, nor was it in hers. But there were moments when a little push for compromise didn’t hurt, especially for something harmless enough to reconsider.

That’s why you felt two little fingers poking each of your shoulders while you scrolled through your phone on the couch. Turning around, you were met with the two most adorable faces you’d ever seen.

“Hi, boys. Already tired of breaking the house upstairs?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

They responded with cheeky smiles, and without a word, Billy climbed up to sit beside you on the couch, Tommy quickly settling in next to his brother. Their mischievous grins told you they had something up their sleeves.

“Mommy…” Billy trailed off, his voice sweet and direct. “Can we have a swim party tonight?”

His question was much more straightforward than Tommy’s had been when they’d asked Wanda.

You frowned slightly at the idea. The weather wasn’t exactly cold, but it certainly wasn’t warm enough to make a pool party seem like the best choice. You thought about it for a moment. The pool was clean, they’d have fun, and it might tire them out enough for an easy bedtime.

“Hm. Why not?” you said with a shrug, giving in to their request. The twins smiled, happy to finally receive a ‘yes’ to their idea.

“Can you convince mama then?” Tommy asked eagerly, his excitement practically radiating off him. Billy let out another huff, clearly annoyed by his brother's impatience.

You turned your body to face them, a sigh escaping your lips as you realized you'd fallen for one of their tricks, again

“Don’t turn this on me, boys,” you said, shaking your head. But when they hit you with those puppy-dog eyes, you knew you were in trouble. You sighed again, giving in.

“Okay, I guess I could try to convince her... but if she doesn’t budge, I won’t try again, alright?”

The twins nodded eagerly, their smiles growing wider once they got you to agree with their idea. You ruffled both of their messy hairs playfully before standing up, a smile tugging at your lips as you made your way toward Wanda’s office. The twins’ giggles echoed behind you, but you knew you had your work cut out for you if you were going to convince Wanda.

Just like your sons, you approached Wanda’s office quietly, giving a few light knocks before stepping inside. Wanda, who was about halfway through her report, looked up and smiled at the sight of you. Grateful for the excuse to take a break, she rolled her chair back slightly and patted her lap, inviting you to sit.

You settled sideways on her lap, and Wanda wasted no time wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling you close, sighing with the familiar weight of your body upon hers

“How’s it going?” you asked, your fingers working gently at the tense muscles in her neck. Wanda let out a soft sigh, her smile a blend of contentment and fatigue.

“Annoying, as always,” she replied, her voice laced with a hint of frustration. Her hand drifted to your thigh, her fingers lightly running over the fabric in soothing motions as she added with a small smile, “But I’m halfway through it”.

“You know... the twins mentioned something about a night swim tonight,” you said casually, your tone light but deliberate. “And, apparently, I’ve been tasked with convincing you,” you added playfully, though there was a touch of seriousness behind your words.

“Have you now?” Wanda replied, her voice mirroring your playful tone but laced with even more amusement. She arched an eyebrow knowingly, already piecing together where this conversation was heading.

“I know you already said no, but they’re so excited about it, Wands,” you said, trying to play the kids’ happiness card against her. Wanda rolled her eyes, a small smirk tugging at her lips. She saw right through your game but decided to let you play it anyway.

“And just think about it,” you continued, your hands gently moving along her neck, down to her shoulders, and back up again in soothing motions. “We can turn on the pool LEDs, make it fun. They’ll tire themselves out, and bedtime will be so much easier.”

You laid out the positives, your tone soft but persuasive, waiting patiently for her response.

“Love.. I know. But it’s late and It’s not even hot” She tried to resonate with you, sighing with each argument, knowing she has already lost.

“They’ll be alright, babe. Let them have this,” you said with a convincing smile.”

Wanda let out a heavy sigh, her expression unamused as she looked at you. “If they catch a cold, you will be the one taking care of them,” she said firmly, pointing a finger at you for emphasis.

But despite her words, you both knew the truth. If that scenario played out, Wanda would be right there, rolling her eyes but still doting on the sick twins, as she always did.

You stayed wrapped in her embrace for a while, both of you savoring the quiet presence of each other. Wanda adjusted you on her lap, shifting just enough to free both hands so she could continue working on her report. You rested your head against her shoulder, your warm breath brushing against her neck, which made her smile softly despite her focus on the task.

The content of the report didn’t matter to you now—you’d already heard all about the mission the day after she got home. So you stayed quiet, simply enjoying the comforting warmth of her body and the peaceful moment you were sharing.

After that, you and Wanda made your way to the living room, stepping in quietly. The twins were curled up on the couch, watching something on Netflix, completely oblivious to your arrival. Wanda stepped forward, arms crossed, hands on her hips, and her head tilted in mock frustration.

“I can’t believe you both!” she exclaimed, her tone sharp and disapproving.

The twins froze, their eyes widening as they turned to face you both. Wanda’s intimidating stance and your almost-guilty expression made them shrink in their spots, unsure of what they’d done.

“What are you two doing? You should be getting ready for the swim party!” Wanda said, feigning exasperation but failing to hide the faint twitch of a smile.

The twins blinked at her, then at each other, before springing up from the couch in pure joy. “Oh my god, seriously?!” Tommy shouted.

“YESSS!” Billy cheered, both of them jumping around excitedly as they circled their mothers, their energy contagious.

Soon, the house transformed into its familiar brand of chaos. The twins, now dressed in their swimsuits, were already splashing around in the pool, the colorful glow of the LED lights—courtesy of Tony Stark—dancing across the water. Their laughter echoed through the backyard, only occasionally interrupted by shouts of, "It's so cold!" Wanda, unimpressed, responded with a dramatic eye roll, her arms folded across her chest.

Standing at the edge of the pool, Wanda kept her distance, her arms wrapped firmly around her waist as she watched the scene unfold. She made no effort to join the fun, choosing instead to watch with a raised eyebrow and an air of feigned detachment. Yet, the slight tug at the corners of her mouth betrayed her amusement.

Somehow, despite her initial objections, Wanda found a sense of peace in the chaos surrounding her. The sound of Tommy and Billy's laughter brought a soft smile to her face, and she even chuckled at your playful teasing—directed at both her and the twins.

Two days later, the inevitable happened. The twins began sneezing, and you found yourself on the receiving end of a very pointed lecture from Wanda. But, as always, her frustration melted away with a sweet kiss, leaving her shaking her head in exasperated affection.

It was a different kind of chaos—one filled with sniffles, tissues, and extra cuddles—but it was hers. Wanda’s heart had finally found something. Had finally found peace in the beautiful mess of it all.

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thanks for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it💌

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at-this-point-i-dont-even-know · 1 month ago

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Lean On Me (Part 3/7)

Pairing: Dr Michael 'Robby" Robinavitch x younger! Langdon's little sister! reader

Getting Coffee with Michael is starting to become your favorite part of the day.

Warnings: talk about rehab, drug use, casual drinking, slow burn,

Part two/ part four

taglist: @dayswithoutcoffee, @hagarsays, @4ishere, @omgbrianab

You don’t really know how it happens but after your daily visit with Frank, you would exit the center and head straight to the diner where a plate of pancakes would be waiting, along with a very happy to see you doctor.

Breakfast with Dr Robinavitch, or Michael as he now asks you to call him, quickly became your favourite part of the day.

You were both on night shifts, you at the bar after you had had to practically beg your creep of a boss for your old job back, and him at the hospital, which he grumbled about every time you asked how his night had been. Michael apparently did not love doing night shifts, telling her there are other doctors on the roster who appreciated the darkness more.

Your old job was soul destroying. After months in Europe, laying out in the sunshine and walking hours in comfy orthopedic runners, it took all your energy not to cry as you laced up ankle snapping heels under the fluorescent lights behind the bar.

The clientele hadn’t changed in the months you had been away, some of the regulars hadn’t even noticed you were gone, instead immediately falling into their old habits of lewd comments about your weight and begging for a dance. But with every rude comment, ass grab and blistered toe you were slowly crawling out of the credit card debt hole you had fallen into.

Which was especially helpful as Frank’s therapist informed you today that the amount you had previously paid for the in-house rehabilitation program had only covered two weeks, so you had maxed out your cards again and promised to pay the remainder by the end of the week.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on you, but seeing Michael at your booth with a coffee and breakfast waiting was enough for the worries to be pushed aside, at least for the time being.

“How’s Frank?” He always asks immediately after checking in with your own welfare, where you of course lied and said everything was a-okay.

“He’s good! He’s up and about today, less angry at the world which was great!” You dig into the pancakes, the syrup coating your lips.

“That’s really good to hear. Do you think he would want company later today?”

“Yeah, I spoke with one of his doctors and he said more visitors are encouraged.”

“Great! I’ll see him before I head to bed and pass out.”

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“You can’t name a dog, Dog!”

“Why not! I didn’t ask for the stupid thing!”

“But you could literally name it whatever you want!”

“I want to name it Dog!”

“Spot?”

“She doesn’t have a spot.”

“Bella?”

“Ew- no!”

“Roxy?”

“She’s not a stripper written by men in a midday movie.”

“You can’t call her Dog,” Michael laughed, his eyes crinkling again and your heart literally skipped a beat.

“What about in ‘Breakfast at Tiffanys’, she had a cat called Cat.”

“Naming a cat, Cat, is fine! But you can’t name a dog, Dog!”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

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“Why are you covered in glitter?”

“Accident at work?”

“A glitter related accident?”

“I split a box of glitter as I put it on the shelf, and spent the rest of the night cleaning it up.” The lie was another familiar line, one you had said too many times to Frank and your parents when they had happened to notice you had come home covered in body glitter.

“That sounds stressful.” Michael actually sounded sincere, as if your made up profession was something to stress about. As if he wasn’t an ER doctor.

“I mean I didn’t lose a patient or anything.” you quip and his face falls and his fingers tap against the chipped coffee mug.

“I lost too many last night.” he admitted, grief and exhaustion lacing every word and your heart breaks.

“Oh Michael, I’m so sorry.” You say as your hands reach across the table to his hands. They practically swallow your hands up and you cling tight to them.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“They were street kids, doing drugs…”

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“She literally came right up to the window, peed and then told us to go fuck ourselves and left!”

“And that's your favourite patient?”

“Sadly, out of all our frequent flyers Myrna is the one I don’t mind seeing.”

“And she’s the one that calls you Fruitcake?”

“Yep and wants Jack- that's Dr Abbot- in a biblical way.”

“She’s said that?”

“Many, many times.”

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“You look wrecked.”

“Thanks Doc.”

“Are you getting any sleep between work and Frank?”

You shrug and drink the coffee that's been placed before you, your body is so wrecked you don't even add creamer or sugar to the drink, you just need the caffeine to work to get you through breakfast, home to walk Dog and then a quick nap before you were back at the club for the mid afternoon shift which would then turn into the late night shift. And then back to the Rehab center for the therapy session with Frank and the cycle would continue.

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are.”

“I’m fine.” you snap, and you flinch as Michael stills, his eyes not moving from your hands that you notice are now shaking.

“When was the last time you slept for longer than six hours?”

“Never.” you try and laugh it off but Michael isn’t having it, he's moving from his side of the booth and sat beside you.

You're like a deer in headlights, he was so close you could feel the warmth of his body through your clothes. He smelt like sandalwood and smoke and you lean into the scent, letting it fill your head.

Suddenly his fingers are on your wrist, holding tight.

“Are you checking my pulse?”

“I’m checking your vitals.”

“Why?”

“Because if you go and drop dead from exhaustion I’m going to be really mad.”

“I told you I'm fine.”

“And I don’t believe you.”

“Michael!”

“Sweetheart- let me do this.”

The fight goes out of you as your head is filled with the scent of him and the sound of him calling you Sweetheart.

“I’ll take it easy tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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“Did you sleep last night?”

“I went home early and got about four hours.” you said happily, pouring a heaped spoon of coffee into the coffee he had just bought for you.

“That's not six hours.”

“It’s better than the one hour I got the other day.”

“For fuck-”

“Hey! Like you do better!”

He looked sheepishly away from her, his grin making you laugh.

“See I’m not as bad as you! At least if I die on the job no one would miss me!”

His smile dropped and he leaned across the table, forcing you chin up and meeting your eyes, his brows were furrowed and his mouth thin, you could almost feel the anger in his touch.

“I would miss you!”

“Sure.” You try to shrug it off his touch but his fingers tighten on your chin.

“Sweetheart, you are my favourite part of the day.”

Sweetheart the nickname is becoming your favourite sound.

“Same, Michael, you’re my favourite part of my day.”

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majikkulu · 7 months ago

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✮ having a stellium in your 5th house gives you a total boost to your creative side. you might feel this sudden pull to start painting again, write poetry, or even just have fun and flirt around a little. it’s giving “main character summer.”

✮ if you’ve got cancer rising this year, just know... you might cry a little more than usual. and that’s okay. you're probably more in tune with your emotions, a bit moodier, and naps might become your best friend.

✮ mars chilling in the 8th house could mean feeling way more in the mood than usual. it might even be the year you lose your virginity or just explore your sexuality more boldly.

✮ when i had mars and uranus in my 11th house, friendships were chaotic. people came and went, and betrayal was loud. not everyone was meant to stay, though.

✮ moon in the 10th can be kinda overwhelming. career stuff might feel all over the place. you’ll probably question what you actually want to do, like one day it’s this, next day it’s that.

✮ venus in aries is bold. in love, you're not waiting around. you’re making the first move, taking risks, and probably shocking yourself with how confident you’ve become.

✮ scorpio rising = full-on transformation mode. you’re changing, growing, and maybe even switching up your appearance. it’s a deep kinda glow-up, not just surface-level stuff.

✮ uranus in the 6th is so weird sometimes. random health stuff might pop up, or you could end up with a super unique pet you didn’t plan for (hello, surprise gecko??). weight might fluctuate a bit too.

✮ uranus in the 2nd house is basically financial chaos. one minute you’re rich, next you’re broke. budgeting becomes a survival skill.

✮ sun in the 4th house makes you wanna dig into your roots. if you don’t know much about your family history, this might be the year you start asking questions or just spend more time cozying up at home.

✮ moon conjunct pluto? intense af. your emotions go deep. like, cry-while-listening-to-sad-music-deep. but it’s also super healing once you push through it.

✮ aquarius rising energy is so... detached but in a freeing way. it might come with some big plot twists, but you’ll probably handle them better than you think.

✮ mars conjunct ascendant gives you that “go go go” vibe. you might act fast without thinking and come off a little intense, but you’re moving things forward.

✮ people hype up a 1st house stellium like it’s all glow-ups, but it’s more about facing yourself. you learn who you are in raw, real ways and sometimes that’s uncomfortable.

✮ sun conjunct neptune = dreamy vibes. your intuition’s probably screaming. you might be extra sensitive to energies and get those “i just know this” moments more often.

✮ mercury conjunct neptune is where your inner psychic is coming out. writing, talking, even texting. you’re picking up on things between the lines. it’s like your brain's decoding symbolism 24/7.

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the-cosmic-cauldron · 4 months ago

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❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 Who Is Instantly Obsessed With You❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

💌Welcome to 7 Days, 7 Posts! In honor of Valentine’s Day on February 14th, I’m releasing seven blog posts dedicated to love, intimacy, passion, and everything that ignites the flames. Join me on this journey as I share my insights on astrological placements that spark attraction, create chemistry, and merge souls.

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Your rising sign, or ascendant, represents how you appear to others. It reflects your outward personality, aura, and overall vibe. It’s the first impression you give before people get to know your deeper layers. Now, let’s dive into who is instantly attracted to you based on your rising sign.

Aries Rising – Leo

Yes, Leos are naturally drawn to the fiery energy of Aries Rising. Ruled by Mars, Aries Rising exudes passion, drive, and an undeniable urge to take action. Leo, ruled by the Sun, thrives on passion and the desire to leave a lasting impression on the world. Aries Rising, with their bold and fearless nature, acts as the muscle behind Leo’s ambitions, making them an irresistible force in Leo’s eyes.

Leo is fascinated by Aries Rising’s directness—there’s no beating around the bush, no unnecessary games, just straightforward action. This honesty and confidence are magnetic to Leo, who admires Aries Rising’s ability to take charge. The strong, commanding aura of Aries Rising captivates Leo, drawing them in deeper.

Even more intriguing for Leo is when Aries Rising pulls away. The moment Aries Rising becomes unavailable or disinterested, Leo feels an even stronger pull. Determined to brighten Aries’ day and bask in their fiery presence, Leo finds themselves unconsciously following wherever Aries Rising goes, unable to resist their natural allure.

Taurus Rising – Pisces

Pisces exists in a world of its own, detached from the harshness and coldness of reality. They crave safe spaces—places that make them feel comfortable and at peace. Taurus Rising naturally provides that refuge, offering a sense of stability that Pisces can retreat into.

Taurus Rising isn’t overly expressive or emotionally intense, which allows Pisces to feel at ease rather than overwhelmed by the weight of the outside world. Instead of being consumed by emotional extremes, Pisces can simply melt into the calm, steady presence of Taurus. The unspoken understanding between them creates a peaceful silence—one that never feels awkward or neglectful but rather reassuring and grounding.

Pisces is drawn to the effortless smoothness of Taurus Rising, finding comfort in their ability to create beauty in both their environment and their energy. Taurus Rising listens without the need to constantly talk, providing Pisces with the deep emotional attunement they long for. The Venusian charm of Taurus Rising captivates Pisces, pulling them into an irresistible trance—one that leaves them completely enamored and, at times, obsessed.

Gemini Rising – Leo

Leos are naturally drawn to Gemini Rising because of their effortless sociability. Leos love to socialize, but they prefer interactions that feel natural rather than forced. Gemini Rising provides exactly that—an easygoing, open energy that makes communication flow seamlessly. Unlike others who may hesitate to approach Leo, Gemini Rising jumps right into conversation, making Leo feel instantly at home.

Beyond just social chemistry, Gemini Rising enhances Leo’s creativity. Leo thrives on passion, intensity, and artistic expression, but they can sometimes lose sight of objectivity. Gemini Rising offers fresh ideas and an outside perspective, helping Leo see things from angles they may have overlooked. This dynamic fuels Leo’s inspiration, giving them even more confidence in their pursuits.

Leo becomes obsessed with Gemini because of their popularity and charm. People are naturally drawn to Gemini, and Leo admires those who can command attention as effortlessly as they do. The magnetic energy between them is undeniable—Gemini is always ready to pitch creative ideas, crack jokes, and bring excitement into Leo’s life. With Gemini Rising, Leo never has to worry about boredom.

Leo finds their fire ignited even more in Gemini’s presence, and once that spark is lit, they don’t want to lose it. The connection becomes intoxicating, making Leo crave Gemini’s energy in a way that can feel almost obsessive.

Cancer Rising – Scorpio

Yes, I said it—Scorpios get obsessed with Cancer Rising. The reason? Cancer Rising is both shy and reserved, yet open and nurturing at the same time. They need to feel out someone’s energy before fully opening up, but once they do, they are warm, comforting, and inviting. Scorpios love this because they operate the same way. Just like Cancer Rising, Scorpio doesn’t jump into connections blindly—they observe, analyze, and exercise discernment. This mutual cautiousness creates an innate trust between them, as Scorpio sees Cancer Rising as someone who values emotional security just as much as they do.

Scorpio is especially drawn to Cancer Rising’s self-protective nature. Cancer doesn’t let just anyone in, nor do they readily express their emotions to everyone. They are selective about who they share their inner world with, ensuring that the timing and the person are right. Scorpio admires this level of self-control because it mirrors their own. Unlike other signs that might wear their hearts on their sleeves, Cancer Rising knows when and how to express their emotions in a way that feels intentional. Scorpio finds this deeply attractive.

Another reason Scorpio becomes so captivated is the unspoken connection between them. Cancer Rising is highly intuitive and can pick up on Scorpio’s emotions without the need for excessive probing. Scorpio, who often struggles with expressing their feelings, finds comfort in Cancer Rising’s ability to simply know. Whether through body language, tone, or energy, Cancer Rising naturally attunes to Scorpio’s moods, offering them a sense of safety and understanding. This telepathic bond makes Scorpio feel seen rather than exposed, which is rare for them.

Beyond emotional depth, Cancer Rising also provides a much-needed balance to Scorpio’s intense internal world. While Scorpio is deeply passionate and often caught up in their own intensity, Cancer Rising offers a soothing presence—someone who enjoys relaxation, quiet moments, and gentle emotional reassurance. Cancer Rising instinctively nurtures Scorpio, protecting and grounding them in a way that feels safe and unconditional. This level of devotion is something Scorpio craves, and once they experience it, they become hooked.

Ultimately, Cancer Rising makes Scorpio feel understood in a way few others can. While Scorpio often feels like an outsider, Cancer Rising offers them a place to belong—a warm, protective energy that makes them feel cared for without judgment. Scorpio doesn’t just find a partner in Cancer Rising; they find a lifeline, a source of comfort and emotional security they didn’t realize they needed. And once Scorpio finds that, they never want to let go.

Leo Rising – Sagittarius

Sagittarius becomes obsessed with Leo Rising because of their shared vibrant energy. Sagittarius, ruled by Jupiter, thrives on abundance, optimism, and expansion, while Leo, ruled by the Sun, radiates warmth, confidence, and positivity. Together, they create an electrifying dynamic where Sagittarius feels truly seen, encouraged, and uplifted in ways that others often fail to provide.

Sagittarius frequently feels like the only enthusiastic, hopeful, or excited person in the room. While they carry a naturally high-spirited energy, they can easily be deflated by environments filled with negativity or pessimism. This is why they are so drawn to Leo Rising, who embodies the same lively, expressive, and fun-loving nature. Leo Rising naturally keeps the energy high, always looking to laugh, have a good time, and bring positivity to any situation. Sagittarius finds this irresistible, sinking their teeth into Leo Rising’s energy and becoming completely hooked.

Both signs command attention the moment they enter a room. Sagittarius brings an infectious, adventurous energy that makes people turn their heads, while Leo Rising exudes a regal, magnetic presence that demands respect without effort. Sagittarius feels like they have met their energetic match—someone just as social, open, and ready for adventure as they are. They admire Leo Rising’s ability to draw people in with sheer confidence and charisma, something Sagittarius deeply respects and is naturally attracted to.

Additionally, Sagittarius is always seeking knowledge, and Leo Rising seems to know things—not just intellectually, but experientially. Leo Rising has been around different types of people, engaged in various experiences, and collected countless stories to tell. Sagittarius, who loves a good story, is captivated by Leo’s ability to entertain and inspire.

One of the biggest reasons Sagittarius becomes obsessed with Leo Rising is that Leo provides the ultimate hype. Leo Rising is naturally generous with compliments, encouragement, and motivation, constantly reminding Sagittarius of their greatness. Sagittarius, who thrives on feeling inspired, soaks up this energy like a sponge. Over time, they begin to crave Leo Rising’s presence, realizing that just being around them brightens their spirit. When Sagittarius leaves Leo Rising’s side, they feel the absence of that fiery, uplifting energy—making them want to come back for more, keeping them hooked and obsessed.

Virgo Rising – Cancer

No one becomes more obsessed with Virgo Rising than Cancer. Cancer craves nurturance and wants to feel at home wherever they go, and Virgo Rising is the ultimate nurturer. Virgo Rising is always eager to take care of others, give, and be of service. They feel fulfilled when they are utilized, and if they aren’t, they feel unappreciated. Cancer loves this because the nourishment and care they give are easily reciprocated by Virgo Rising. Virgo Rising doesn’t feel comfortable unless they are giving as much as they are receiving, creating a natural balance and flow in the relationship. This gives Cancer a sense of security, knowing that their effort is returned.

Both signs are incredibly attentive to each other. Cancer notices the smallest emotional details about Virgo, picking up on shifts in mood or when Virgo is having a tough day, and they instinctively nurture them. In turn, Virgo is highly observant of Cancer, noticing things Cancer may need or desires that haven’t been met, and they’ll go out of their way to provide that for them. This creates an unspoken bond of care, service, and love between them that feels deeply fulfilling for Cancer.

Cancer appreciates Virgo’s reserved, shy nature, as it allows them time to warm up to Virgo’s energy without feeling rushed. Virgo Rising also feels comforted by Cancer’s non-intrusive approach. One thing that truly fascinates Cancer is Virgo’s intelligence. Virgo doesn’t just act; they need to know the details and seek to improve themselves constantly. Cancer values personal growth, and Virgo embodies that in a way that resonates with Cancer. They both appreciate evolution and self-improvement, and Cancer feels nurtured by Virgo’s wisdom. Virgo shares insights with Cancer, teaching them new perspectives and ways of navigating the world. As a result, Cancer expands their mind and grows intellectually, learning outside of their emotional realm.

Cancer finds themselves learning so much from Virgo Rising and constantly absorbing new information. Virgo keeps giving more and more, and Cancer finds themselves coming back for more. The generosity of Virgo, combined with their sweetness and intelligence, hooks Cancer deeply. They see Virgo as someone who is not only down-to-earth but also immensely intelligent and supportive. It’s a situation where Cancer feels seen and appreciated, where they can finally thrive without being underappreciated. This reciprocity creates a strong pull for Cancer, making them increasingly hooked on Virgo Rising’s energy.

Libra Rising – Leo

Leo gets hooked on Libra because Libra is a natural charmer. Libra’s goal is to connect, relate, and be friendly, which is the blueprint for a Leo. Leos love social connections and feeling genuinely accepted, and Libra excels at making them feel this way. Libra isn’t judgmental; they take the time to observe Leo without making hasty judgments. This creates a sense of comfort for Leo, as they feel seen and appreciated for who they are.

Libra’s kindness, warmth, and compliments draw Leo in. Leos love receiving compliments, and Libra is always generous with them, infusing Leo’s life with beauty and affirmation. Leo is also drawn to Libra’s creativity and unique interests, often rooted in the arts or beauty. Leo enjoys the reciprocity in their interactions, as Libra constantly engages them in conversation, which provides validation and a sense of connection.

Libra’s friendliness and warmth resonate with Leo, and when they spend time together, they radiate positive energy, often attracting mutual friends. Libra’s ability to articulate things with grace fascinates Leo. While Leo exudes silent confidence, Libra’s communication skills teach Leo how to be charismatic with words. Libra provides Leo with social connections and communication that they crave, offering a balance to their larger-than-life presence.

Both Libra and Leo share a love for Venusian energy. They enjoy activities like visiting art shows, going to the movies, sitting in nature, or having a picnic by a body of water. Their shared interests and hobbies make it easy for them to relate and enjoy each other’s company. Leo finds that Libra consistently provides validation, fun, and enriching experiences.

Although Leo can be prideful, they appreciate that Libra’s humility keeps things balanced. Libra communicates in a way that isn’t forceful or aggressive, which allows Leo to maintain their powerful, dominant energy while being infused with the beauty, creativity, and charm that Libra brings to the table.

Scorpio Rising – Virgo

Virgos become obsessed with Scorpio Rising because Scorpio Rising is enigmatic. They’re hard to figure out, hard to understand, and as we know, Virgos are analytical and driven to understand everything. Anything they don’t understand sparks their curiosity, and Scorpio Rising’s mystery and allure draw them in. The Virgo energy is fascinated and hooked, wanting to uncover who this person really is and figure them out. This sense of mystery makes Virgo become even more obsessed with Scorpio Rising.

When it comes to communication, Virgo has a need to articulate their thoughts in a structured and organized way. They don’t talk just for the sake of talking, and Scorpio Rising shares that trait. Scorpio Rising doesn’t engage in conversation unless there’s a purpose or a genuine interest. There’s a certain structure to how Scorpio Rising communicates, just like there is for Virgo. Virgo appreciates this because it makes their conversations with Scorpio Rising feel purposeful, meaningful, and intentional, which draws them in even further.

Though Scorpio is often perceived as private and reserved, they have a wealth of knowledge. Scorpio Rising is a deep diver, and Virgo is detail-oriented and eager to understand every little aspect of something. Scorpio’s depth of wisdom and insight excites Virgo, who loves the details. The more Scorpio shares, the more Virgo learns and feels empowered by the new knowledge. Scorpio Rising’s intuition and emotional insight also sharpen Virgo’s own intuitive abilities, helping them see life from a new perspective they may not have focused on before.

Virgos, being introverted, need time alone to recharge and reflect, and Scorpio Rising shares this need. Both enjoy taking a step back to process and breathe, which intrigues Virgo. They feel a sense of connection in their shared need for solitude. The similarities in their introverted natures, along with their sharp differences, keep Virgo hooked, and as a result, they become increasingly obsessed with Scorpio Rising.

Sagittarius Rising – Aquarius

This pairing is interesting because both Aquarius and Sagittarius share a certain detachment. Aquarius is detached because they are often absorbed in their thoughts, intellectually focused. Sagittarius is detached because they’re driven by curiosity and the desire to explore different philosophies. Both are focused on accumulating knowledge and gaining new perspectives. This shared intellectual drive is why Aquarius becomes so obsessed with Sagittarius.

Sagittarius often shows up with knowledge that Aquarius would typically need to research. While Aquarius is used to digging through information online, talking to people, and looking up facts, Sagittarius sometimes just knows. They have a natural, philosophical understanding of things that intrigues Aquarius. Aquarius loves intellectual stimulation, and Sagittarius provides it effortlessly. The experiences Sagittarius has had and the patterns they’ve observed shape their unique way of thinking, which Aquarius finds fascinating.

Additionally, both Sagittarius and Aquarius value freedom, but they express it differently. While Aquarius may sometimes want to chill and live life more ordinarily, they have bursts of energy where they seek change and excitement. Sagittarius, on the other hand, always needs to satisfy their desire for freedom and exploration. They both share a drive for new experiences, which makes them feel in sync with one another. Aquarius is drawn to Sagittarius’ embodiment of freedom, as it resonates with their ideal of a free society.

Sagittarius also has a broad, philosophical view of life, constantly asking questions and pondering the future. This idealism and future-oriented thinking appeal to Aquarius, who is always focused on the future and big ideas. Despite their differences, like Sagittarius’ exuberance and bluntness compared to Aquarius’ more reserved, cool nature, the similarities between them draw Aquarius in. Sagittarius’ energy, excitement, and fun contrast with Aquarius’ colder demeanor, creating a dynamic where Aquarius becomes even more intrigued by Sagittarius.

Sagittarius’ ability to bring fun, laughter, and excitement into life melts the ice around Aquarius, warming them up. Sagittarius can talk endlessly, and Aquarius gets mentally stimulated by their conversations. This leads Aquarius to become deeply obsessed with Sagittarius and their adventurous, energetic way of moving through the world. Aquarius finds themselves drawn to follow Sagittarius, wanting to know what they’ll do next.

Sagittarius, however, is not one to stay in one place for long. They love to share their knowledge, but they’re always ready to move on to the next thing. Aquarius is fascinated by this, and it only deepens their obsession, as they want to follow and discover what Sagittarius will do next. The energy between them is magnetic, and that’s why Aquarius gets hooked and can become completely obsessed with a Sagittarius Rising.

Capricorn Rising – Scorpio

Scorpio becomes obsessed with Capricorn Rising because Scorpio is driven by their desire for transformation, and Capricorn is ruled by Saturn, which represents long-lasting results. Transformation takes time, and Saturn forces Capricorn to work through challenges repeatedly until they learn and grow. This resonates with Scorpio, also ruled by Pluto, as they too must learn difficult lessons the hard way. Both Saturn and Pluto push Capricorn and Scorpio into deep, transformative experiences that most other signs don’t have to face.

Scorpio relates to Capricorn Rising’s struggles and admires their resilience. Even after facing challenges, Capricorn Risings continue to strive for success, self-respect, and personal growth. Scorpio shares this same drive, as they hold themselves in high regard and respect others who command respect. Capricorn Rising embodies this respect, which is what Scorpio finds so captivating. The ability of Capricorn Rising to endure hardships and emerge victorious speaks to Scorpio’s own strength, as Scorpio also endures and rises from difficult circumstances.

What Scorpio finds most attractive is Capricorn Rising’s ability to face adversity and still rise above it all. Scorpio sees their own power reflected in Capricorn, and when they’re around Capricorn Rising, they feel a heightened sense of energy and strength. This creates an almost magnetic attraction, and Scorpio becomes hooked on the Capricorn’s unwavering strength and resilience.

Additionally, Scorpio and Capricorn Rising both prefer a more reserved lifestyle. Scorpio enjoys a small, close-knit circle and dislikes loud environments and large social groups. Capricorn Rising shares this preference for privacy and low-key interactions. This mutual understanding creates a sense of comfort between them, as they both value privacy and keeping things low profile.

Scorpio’s obsession with Capricorn Rising intensifies when Capricorn is not around. Scorpio ruminates about what Capricorn might be doing, and their mind is constantly drawn back to them. Scorpio is fueled by intense passion, something Capricorn may lack. While Capricorn is ambitious and focused on achieving goals, Scorpio’s passion for life contrasts with Capricorn’s more grounded, practical approach.

What Scorpio finds compelling about Capricorn is the balance they bring. Scorpio tends to be very intense, and when they are around others who are equally intense, they can become overwhelmed and lose control. However, Capricorn is different. They are calm and composed, never allowing emotions to spiral out of control. When Scorpio feels the intensity building, Capricorn’s ability to stay grounded and shut down unnecessary drama helps to maintain balance.

Scorpio admires people who know how to hold their power and stand firm in their own presence, and Capricorn Rising does this effortlessly. This sense of stability and control draws Scorpio in, and they become captivated by Capricorn’s strength and self-assurance.

Aquarius Rising – Gemini

Aquarius Risings tend to stand out wherever they go. They have a unique, eccentric presence, and they don’t blend in or mesh with the crowd. There’s always something quirky or unusual about them. Aquarius Risings take pride in their individuality and relish their uniqueness, which is something that draws Gemini in.

Geminis love diversity and uniqueness. Their minds are constantly pulled in different directions, and they enjoy seeing variety and versatility in the world. This satisfies their curiosity and intellectual drive, as they constantly seek to understand things from different perspectives. Aquarius Risings captivate Gemini because they offer something new and different, providing an intellectual challenge.

Geminis are confident in their ability to understand people and situations, but Aquarius Rising is elusive and difficult to fully grasp. While Gemini can easily connect with others and engage in conversation, Aquarius Rising remains distant and hard to reach. This intrigues Gemini, as they enjoy the challenge of trying to figure out someone who isn’t easily understood.

When Gemini and Aquarius Rising interact, they have stimulating intellectual conversations and seem to share many commonalities, despite their differing perspectives. However, Aquarius Rising’s emotional detachment and reserved nature are unfamiliar to Gemini, who is used to a more engaging, lively energy. The contrast between them becomes a source of fascination for Gemini, and they find themselves drawn to the challenge of understanding the Aquarius.

Aquarius is a fixed sign, and once they lock in on something, they do so with focus and dedication. This creates a different type of intelligence that intrigues Gemini, who is often more scatterbrained and adaptable. Aquarius Rising’s ability to concentrate deeply on specific knowledge draws Gemini in, making them feel that Aquarius has a form of intelligence they don’t possess, which only adds to their fascination.

Both Aquarius and Gemini are not concerned with the present moment; instead, they are focused on the future. Aquarius Rising is constantly discussing future possibilities and plans, which excites Gemini. They feel energized by the Aquarius Rising’s vision of an ideal future and get hooked on the idea that they could be part of creating something big together.

The Aquarius Rising also offers a unique way of doing things, which Gemini finds captivating. Aquarius teaches Gemini new methods and approaches that they’ve never considered before, sparking Gemini’s curiosity and creativity. Gemini begins to rely on Aquarius as their source of new knowledge and insight, often turning to them for information or fresh perspectives.

Aquarius Rising, ruled by Uranus, is known for their chill, laid-back attitude. Gemini enjoys this relaxed energy because Aquarius is willing to listen to them talk endlessly without getting overwhelmed. At the same time, Aquarius seeks change and new experiences, which appeals to Gemini’s mutable nature. Gemini loves to adapt to change, and Aquarius brings that change into their life.

Over time, Gemini begins to feel like they need Aquarius Rising. The Aquarius provides the novelty and transformation that Gemini craves, and they feel drawn to them in a way they haven’t felt before. The more Gemini engages with Aquarius Rising, the more they become hooked, feeling that they need this person to continue bringing excitement and change into their life.

Pisces Rising – Cancer

Cancers become obsessed and deeply drawn to Pisces Risings for several reasons. First, both Cancer and Pisces Rising are highly emotional and intuitive, speaking the same language. They are both incredibly attuned to their emotions and rely on their instincts, connecting through their shared vibe-based energy. Cancer recognizes this telepathic connection and understands that Pisces Rising operates primarily on vibes, creating an organic and genuine connection when they begin talking. This mutual understanding allows both signs to feel immersed in the connection, knowing that it was chosen and felt naturally by both parties.

Cancer is drawn to Pisces because of their mutable, free-spirited nature. While Cancer can sometimes feel stuck in their shell, hesitant to venture outside of their comfort zone, Pisces is unafraid to move beyond what is familiar. Pisces, being ruled by Jupiter and Neptune, has an innate sense of freedom and fluidity, never staying in one place for too long. Cancer is mesmerized by this trait, feeling drawn to Pisces’ ability to flow freely through life without being confined by fear or limitation.

Moreover, Cancer admires the wisdom that Pisces seems to carry. Pisces Risings have a depth that Cancer finds appealing, seeing in Pisces the potential for growth and evolution. The softness of Pisces Rising also captivates Cancer, as it allows them to feel at ease. Pisces Risings are often artistic, creative, and spiritually attuned, which resonates deeply with Cancer’s own focus on the internal world, imagination, and spiritual connection. Together, they can exchange creativity and bounce ideas off each other, strengthening their bond.

Cancer enjoys the sense of comfort and trust they feel around Pisces, a bond that doesn’t need to be verbalized but is immediately accessible through their shared emotional energy. Both signs have a nurturing, gentle nature, making their connection feel easy and natural. There’s a soothing quality to their relationship, where they can simply exist together, connected on an emotional level without feeling any need to protect themselves.

Cancer also deeply values the wisdom Pisces offers. The Jupiter energy that influences Pisces gives them a broader, more philosophical perspective, while Cancer’s moon-ruled nature allows them to absorb life’s experiences, moving through the cyclical nature of existence with a deep understanding of how things evolve, begin, and end. While Cancer’s wisdom is rooted in their ability to empathize with life’s rhythms, Pisces has an intuitive grasp of spirituality and how it intersects with the material world. Together, they share a wealth of knowledge and can teach each other what the other may be missing.

Their imaginations complement each other beautifully, with Pisces offering a sense of freedom and fluidity, while Cancer brings a sense of comfort and coziness to the relationship. This exchange is a beautiful balance, one that Cancer finds unparalleled with anyone else. Pisces Rising brings a peaceful, ethereal energy into Cancer’s life, and this calm yet otherworldly presence hooks Cancer deeply, leaving them obsessed and unsure of what to do next.

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Giggles and Wiggles

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Pregnant!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Gojō Satoru vs. a pregnant woman's hormones.

Warning: pregnancy, mood swings, flirting, suggested misogyny, jujutsu society stigma, implied cunnilingus

Word Count: 973

7 of 9

It was difficult for Gojō to understand how much strength your body has to be able to carry all that weight.

He was aware of his physical stature, a hundred and ninety centimeters tall. He knows he is not exactly small, and with his genes growing inside your cute belly, he worries your pregnancy will be difficult.

And there you were, rounded and full, and you were only seven months pregnant.

The day started quiet and warm. You in his arms, sighing softly in his chest.

And then your son decided it was a good idea to send a power kick through your belly.

Your eyes pop open, watering immediately at the impact.

Gojō cradles your belly as he hushes you, his lips pressed in your temple.

It took a while to calm you and even after that, you were already grumpy, lips turned upside down as a frown pinched your brows.

Gojō knows better than to bother you further so he started the day on his own. He padded to your shared closet and selected his clothing, eyeing your heavy kimonos with much contempt. He was in the middle of a big yawn when your distressed cry reached his ears.

His clothes were dropped on the tatami mat and he rushed out of the walk-in closet.

And there he stood at the foot of your bed, watching you. Just…watching you.

You had tears streaming down your cheeks, your temples beaded with sweat as you made grabby hands at him.

“I-I can’t get out of bed, Toru.” You whimpered.

It made his cock strain. He clears his throat and quickly supports your back as he lifts you off your bed.

Your warm bare thigh brushes against his manhood and you cry harder. How could your suffering arouse him! How dare he!

“‘S all your fault!” You cry on his chest and Gojō bites his cheek to stifle a snicker. “You did this!”

He simply nods as he strokes your hair, peppering your head with kisses.

“Of course. Mmh, yes. Yes, it’s all my fault.” His arms were wrapped around you as he swayed you from side to side.

After a gentle bath with you, with Gojō doing everything for you, your hormones decided to take a break.

And you were smiling up at him again as he brushed your hair, you were lavishing your skin with the moisturizing creams he bought for you and kept asking for kisses.

Gojō was happy to do so. He liked seeing you happy.

But your sweet spirit slowly dissipates with every layer of clothing you wear. Formality returning as you become what is expected of a Gojō lady.

Your husband did not like that. He liked being playful and endearing to you, and he was almost grateful for the change that your pregnancy did to your emotions.

Although, he was still always careful with the boundaries he crossed.

It is just, there are moments in which he loses himself after catching sight of your bare skin.

A soft moan has Gojō’s eyes traveling to his right, there you sat, your face in a twist as you stretched your back. His eyes followed your hand as you rubbed your waist.

“You alright?” He asks before sipping his tea. His hands glided the fountain pen faster in the paper to finish his work. He enjoyed your company when he was at home, but being stationary in your seat, despite you almost drowning in cushions already, might be causing a strain on your pregnant body.

He caps the pen and places a paperweight on the documents.

“Wanna take a walk?” He asks as he stands up to stretch.

“Oh, yes.” You say softly. He slips his hand under your forearms and helps you up with a soft grunt, your cheeks warming at the sound.

Gojō places a hand on the small of your back as you walk and immediately feels how stiff your posture is. He might need to get serious about those stretches you do, maybe he can join you more often to help.

His eyes glance at you as you sigh and attempt to subtly roll your shoulder.

“You should probably take those clothes off.”

Your hands fly to your chest, one on top of the other as you look at him in pure horror.

“N-not in that way.” Gojō scratches his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he watches your reaction. “Still acting like a maiden when you’re heavy with my child?” He rubs his knuckle on your cheek and your hands cover your flushed face.

Gojō guides you forward to continue your walk.

“I meant, you should reduce the layers you wear. Your belly is heavy as is, you don’t need to carry unnecessary weight.”

You frown at him. “I don’t mind. The lady of the house is expected to wear such clothing.”

He clicks his tongue. “I don’t care what’s expected of you. I say you should wear comfortable clothing. And whatever I say, goes.”

You choose not to speak further as his tone turns to a more assertive one, and you are reminded that the man you are walking next to is the head of the clan. His word is law in this house.

The elders seem to have a difficult time understanding that.

So Gojō Satoru brought it upon himself to wage war with your closet.

One by one, your pretty kimonos started disappearing. Your tight obis vanish along with them.

After some time, the clan elders simply had to raise their concerns as the wife of the clan head was no longer wearing the appropriate clothing.

Gojō started a bonfire that night. The pretty silk being fed to the blazing fire that was shot from the fingertips of the man who has his head buried deep between your thighs.

Where the Blue Roses Grow

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revelboo · 6 months ago

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Your writing continues to be my little treat at the end of the day! Also I got to say I love the dynamic you're building for Optimus, he's certainly one of my top favourite bots and I was crazy happy when you started writing with him.

I remember you mentioning Wheeljack is your fave (please correct me if I'm misremembering) and I noticed poor Wheeljack hasn't gotten much attention lately 🥺 so, could you consider giving our beloved scientist a little love? ❤️🤍💙

Sure- G1 Wheeljack was the first TF character I fell in love with.

Circuits and Wires Pt 7

Wheeljack x Reader

�� Glancing over at you again, his vocal indicators flicker fitfully. Knows you’re still worried about Ratchet’s human. Upset that you hadn’t been able to help at all and your melancholy is making his spark ache, because he’s never seen you like this. Almost defeated somehow. Doesn’t even realize he’s tapping the end of a tool against his work station until you look up. And that empty expression is hidden behind a smile. “Everything okay?” You ask, pretending that you’re fine even though he knows you’re not.

• “No,” he says, setting a tool aside. And he’s just staring at you, making you wonder if you did something wrong. Had he asked for something and you hadn’t noticed? Standing up, you wrap your arms around yourself because even with the mask, you’re positive he’s frowning at you. Reminding you just how useless you are. All you really can do is fetch him small odds and ends and get in the way. And you’d known that, but seeing that other person hurt and being so utterly useless had driven it home. You can’t really assist him in any meaningful way, you can’t even help another human being.

• Laying his palms on the work station surface, he hauls himself up and mass shifts, almost losing his balance and pitching backwards when his center of gravity shifts. Hearing your startled cry as you run to him, little hands grabbing at him and pulling. Not even realizing that if he does fall, you’ll get dragged over the edge with him. That fear gives him the nudge he needs to pull himself up onto the surface, knocking you back and ending up sprawled half on top of you, hearing your pained little wheeze. “What the heck?” You groan, looking up at him as he shifts over you. Not exactly what he’d been going for at all, as he looks down at you. The way your hair is spread out haloing your head, the little flecks of color in your eyes he’d never actually noticed before. The way his hips are cradled intimately against yours.

• Sucking in a deep breath as soon as Wheeljack scrambles to get his weight off of you and nearly scoots himself backwards off the counter top again, he finally freezes when you grab his hand in both of yours. But he’s refusing to look at you, his vocal indicators flickering a flustered pink. Embarrassed? He’s not quite your size, but he’s much closer and now that you’re not terrified he’s going to hurt himself with his own clumsiness, you don’t know what to make of this. “I didn’t mean to do that,” he mutters as he turns to look over his shoulder at the sheer drop.

• Reaching up to press his servos against one of his vocal indicators panels and willing it to go back to its normal blue, he glances around the lab just to avoid having to look you in the eyes a bit longer. This is a wholly new perspective for him, everything so much bigger than he now is. Except you, you’re still so small. “How did you do that?” You ask, scooting closer to him, reaching out to pick up his other hand in both of yours. And you’re smiling when he looks at you, little fingers running over his joints in open curiosity. Touching him without hesitation. When he really wishes he could do the same. Would you let him or would you pull away?

• Pulling his hand free, you wonder if you crossed some boundary between you without thinking. But then those warm, gentle servos are brushing you as he cups your cheek. His blue optics so bright as they hold your eyes and your breath catches. Unsure how to feel with him touching you and looking at you like that. Like you matter to him. “I’m not good at this stuff. The emotional stuff,” he mutters, a thumb sliding under your eye. “But you didn’t do anything wrong. It wasn’t your fault you didn’t know what to do.” And you didn’t realize how much you needed to hear that until he says it. Not thinking as you lunge for him, arms looping around his neck as you bury your face against his neck. Halfway in his lap, but not caring as his arms wrap around you. Needing this so badly, to be held and told that it’s okay.

#transformers x reader #wheeljack x reader #wheeljack

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physalian · 11 months ago

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On Writing Characters with Hyper-Specific Triggers (and a PSA)

*Trigger warning for this whole post

Once upon a time, I had a roommate. Nothing looked wrong from the outside and this narcissist probably thought nothing was wrong on the inside, but there was. I knew moving in with them was a mistake, but financial circumstances demanded I shut up and try to make the most of it. Enter the longest thirteen months of aPTSD-inducing psychological stalemate I hope to never repeat again. Seven of which were on overdrive.

The why doesn’t matter. The how doesn’t matter. What matters is that this roommate was so toxic, there was no point in attempting to talk things out because any little thing could be a land mine for starting an argument and it didn’t matter what casualties got caught in the crossfire, so long as this person “won”. Casualties including our friendship. So if any little thing, anything at all, could be a land mind, what do you do if not try to completely avoid them? For seven months.

This person’s work schedule was incredibly erratic, but they were gone more hours than not, and when they were home, they were usually asleep. In those few overlapping hours where we were both awake, I could not leave my room for fear of said verbal land mines. If I wanted to cook, leave the apartment, get anything from the living room or my desk that I had to abandon, get more water from the fridge, I had to do it before they got home, or after they went to bed, and I could never predict when they’d be home.

Luckily (or unluckily), my room faced the parking lot, and this roommate drove a car that made a very specific sound. From the moment I heard that car from my room, I had about 20 seconds to shut down whatever I was doing in the apartment, retreat to my room, and lock the door. Overreacting? Potentially, I wasn’t in any physical danger, but this was seven months of near complete isolation from any other friends, and the fear of making it worse kept me silent.

So, 20 seconds from the moment I hear the telltale whine of that engine. If I couldn’t hear the car, our front door had a lock that chimes and I had about 7 seconds from the first chime to the door opening to get the fuck out of the way. I lost weight that I couldn’t afford to lose from being unable to cook past a certain time in the evening and staying locked in my room on their days off.

Seven months of only having a door chime and an engine to tell me when it was safe and when I had to run.

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These chime locks are the new normal and one year removed from that apartment, every time I hear it and I’m already stressed, it’s a trigger.

Every time I’m on the highway and I see a dark grey sedan of that make, that is the most important car on the road until I make sure it’s not their car.

Every time I see a dark grey sedan parked in reverse, as they habitually did, that is the most important car in the parking lot until I make sure it’s not theirs.

Every time I have to drive near a certain location where they work, I am watching for that car.

I could pick it out from 200 others. I know the license plate, I know the license plate frame, I know what sticks to the windshield, I know what hangs from the rearview mirror. I would know that car rusted and crushed in an impound lot.

So. Today I drive home and I pass a rear-parked car one turn before my unit, and I think to myself, “that’s not X’s car, but I noticed it, I’m never not going to notice it.” It wasn’t the same make, model, or color, it was just a sedan with its nose sticking out and that was enough.

Then I turn the corner. And there it is. My ex-roommate’s car.

I shit you not it was like I had a warning from the Universe before it hit.

I don’t need to check the windshield, I know it’s theirs. I’ve seen it in my complex once before. The last time I did, I’d parked my own car and waited, got out, and hid between two others in the dark, waiting for this person to leave.

Today, in broad daylight, that car is empty. They happened to arrive while I was gone for 30 minutes. So I park, and I wait. I watch that car from my side mirror. I scan the sidewalk for them and I don’t see anything. I have frozens that can’t wait.

I’m thinking to myself, of all the parking spots in all the parking lots, of all the apartments in this godforsaken town, you parked right behind my spot.

Nothing happened, and even if we crossed paths, nothing probably would have happened (that’s how they worked, pretending nothing was ever wrong and that I was the crazy one). But I still waited, and when I decided to leave, I moved as fast as possible without drawing attention. One whole year removed from that person.

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It doesn’t take physical abuse, or yelling and screaming and death threats. It doesn’t need to be a parent or a sibling, a relative, or a romantic partner. This person never touched me, never screamed (though they did yell on occasion), never actually threatened anything. They never called me names, were never direct with any of their insults, were never explicitly petty. I had no proof. Ever.

I just had example after example of every time they cut me down to feel smart, picked on me to feel better about themselves and project their own insecurities and jealousy, or used me as their emotional punching bag because of choices they made.

So a year after completely cutting them out, there’s that fucking car parked outside my apartment.

Media portrays “triggers” usually only in characters who are veterans. Noises that sound like gunshots, or thunder, fireworks, because that’s what we think of when we see PTSD—people who fought in wars.

It’s not like I sit around fixating on that car or that door chime (and actually with exposure to that chime every day with no consequences it’s gotten better), but that’s the point. They come out of nowhere when you least expect it. They don’t prepare you for their arrival, they just happen.

I didn’t have anything close to a panic attack, but nothing in the universe was more important in that moment than making sure I didn’t run into this person, until I calmed down.

Trigger attacks don’t have to be this big flashy thing, born of big flashy movements. It can be something as subdued as going quiet, staring at the thing, and your brain dumping everything else except all the potential outcomes of not escaping this situation immediately. It’s just a car. It’s not like an evil Big Dick truck with smokestacks and truck nuts and a MAGA flag on the back. It’s just a nerdy sedan that could belong to anyone.

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So. PSA.

What you think might be an overreaction by someone you care about, they probably think is an overreaction, too. Did I want to have fate shit on my day and spend extra minutes under the hot sun when I have chores to do? No. But it happened.

What you think a trigger is supposed to look like or what the symptoms are supposed to be are not just what’s dramatic and flashy for the TV. Here I am writing a whole blog post about it instead of just moving on and I can't go back and check for typos because I don't want to have to reread it.

Do you want to die on a hill of “get over it” when someone you care about would love nothing more? Just. Be there for them.

And to writers, artists, anyone—it doesn’t have to be dramatic to be the most upsetting part of someone’s day. Including such simple things as a door chime, or the sound of an engine, really helps with visibility so people like me don’t think “I’m not allowed to feel this way, I didn’t actually suffer like a shell-shocked veteran”.

Most of us never will. That doesn’t make any of our hardships any less valid. Please be kind.

#writing #writing advice #writing resources #writeblr #writing tips #triggers #trauma #ptsd #writing trauma #long post

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georgiapeach30513 · 8 months ago

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Two Good Reasons, Part 7

Summary: Andy is such a daddy

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, breedable reader and a breeding kink man, unprotected sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 7.9K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

You should really wake up. There is a lot to do today; Audrey has her Donuts with Dad event at school, Suede had an allergist appointment, Andy’s day wasn’t too bad and he said he would go with you. But you don’t want to wake up, you want to enjoy this moment. You’d rather lay in this bed, facing Andy’s handsome face, and watching him while he sleeps. It could be creepy to some, but you doubt that Andy would mind.

There’s just something so magical about seeing the man you’ve always loved facing you, and his warm breath blowing over your cheeks. Life wasn’t perfect, but with him in your life you know you have a partner, and now not everything sits on your shoulders. He carries the weight, and he makes life fun again for you and the kids.

It didn’t seem like that long ago that you cried on the floor, while you watched your babies sleep. You were silent as tears stained your face and chest, watching these beautiful babies sleep soundly, while their father grunts in pleasure in the background. You didn’t understand why he would risk losing them. They are perfect, and he knew — knew that infidelity was the point of no return.

He risked a relationship with his offspring, the thing he claimed to desire the most, because he knew you would fight like hell to have custody of your children. They were all you have left of your marriage. And you just stared at them in awe. Audrey held onto Suede like he was her personal stuffed animal. And their lips were puckered out as they slept so serenely, having no knowledge of their babysitter fucking their disgusting father.

You tired of sitting on the floor, and crawled in Audrey’s bed, holding onto both of them like a lifeline. You had to be okay for them. You just didn’t understand. You had two good reasons in your arms for not cheating; he is two and she's four, and Scott was the ultimate idiot.

You made yourself believe that you stayed because they adored their father. You knew that the two of you had been drifting apart. Sex was a chore, until it was completely absent. His harsh words for Suede changed the way you thought of him. How someone could see this perfect tiny little baby that was in the NICU fighting to breathe was a miracle. You made yourself suffer through a subpar relationship because you felt it’s what they wanted.

It would have been easier on you if he told you he didn’t love you anymore. The low blow was who the woman was. He had to pick out the young girl that was every man’s fantasy, so you thought. She was young, stupid, perfect hair, perfect teeth, perky full tits, had a stomach that hadn’t carried and birthed babies, she was just the epitome of sex goddess. Your mom told you that you were stupid for hiring a babysitter that looked like her, but she was readily availed. Too readily.

And you thought she was fun for the kids for the few hours she watched them. She wasn’t supposed to be watching your husband. He wasn’t supposed to be coming home during a lunch hour to fuck her while your babies slept. Yours. They have always been yours. And you feel like a fool for staying in a loveless marriage, because their happiness now is infectious.

And now today, and everyday for the rest of your life you can thank Taylor because you have the better man in front of you. The man of your dreams. The man that is so fuzzy and warm, and then hard and protective for his family. That’s what the four of you are; family. His family.

It has made you painfully aware how you all are a family everyday. Every day Andy wants to do something as a family. He wants breakfast together, dinner together, play time with no electronics (thanks Ransom), he even helps Suede sound out his words more, and has mentioned a few times on helping him potty train. He immediately was the best bonus dad for your kids. Better than their own father.

As much as you would like to prolong this moment, you know you need to get breakfast started. Andy will join you later to set the table. He would even get Suede ready while you got Audrey ready. Keep them occupied while you make lunches. He was a help. They weren’t a burden to him. You know he’s always wanted a family, but you didn’t realize how much he would flourish as a father.

You try and let him get a few minutes extra of sleep, while you ease out of the bed. Giving a final look to the most beautiful man inside And out as you pick up some shorts out of the floor. Getting into the kitchen, you check the calendar for the menu today, and pull out the ingredients for pancakes. Even this part of life made you happy, Andy enjoyed helping you and the kids create the menu for the month. Blissful is a good word. Now if Scott could just buzz off, and let the four of you live in peace.

Lighthearted, you start laying bacon onto trays for the air fryer. Mixing up the batter for the pancakes as you dance around to happy music in your head. Not all mornings are this joyful, but you feel different. Usually he was the one that woke up before you did, and he would start this process. You hear the alarm go off in the bedroom, and start to make a yogurt dip for fruit.

“Morning, handsome,” you look over your shoulders as Andy pulls down his shirt, and makes his way behind you. He wraps both arms around your front, laying his hands flat on your belly as he starts roaming around. His hands become more needy, and he adds a bit more pressure, pulling you into him. “I gotta finish the last pancakes, and pop them in the warmer. Gimme me a moment.”

“I need my morning kiss,” you bump your ass out, pushing him back, just a tiny bit to get the pancakes off the griddle, and turn off the stove. Andy is already peppering kisses up your neck before he lifts a hand to turn your head to the side. “I need a real good morning kiss because the babies are still asleep, and the air fryer hasn’t shut off.”

“Kiss until one or the other happens?” He nods his head as he inches closer to your mouth. You wish he’d let you turn around to kiss him properly, but he’d taken to kisses like this. His hands continue to caress over your belly. Dipping under the hemline of your top, so he can have his hands on your skin. One hand roams a bit too high, and he pinches your nipples.

“The babies,” you manage to get out, and his hand already sinks back lower. You kiss him like there’s no care in the world. The best way to start a day. You are ready to get out of this house, and find a forever home with him. Create memories with everyone. Start drawing lines on a door frame to show how much they’ve grown. A big fenced in backyard because you have thought more about a dog for the kids, and a bonus if it can be a service dog for Suede’s allergies.

Andy bites on your lip, pausing his ministrations as a giggle makes him pull off you, “You look like you are eating each other,” Audrey giggles again, but Suede jokingly scowls at Andy.

“My mama,” he stomps his foot, and Andy copies his motion. “No oos!”

“You want to race to the table for her?” Both Audrey and Suede’s faces light up with a smile, and they bend low, bouncing in place as they look up at Andy. “Ready,” he drops his arms from around your body. “Set,” Andy walks over to where the kids are, getting in a running stance with them, “Go!”

Running in the house isn’t often. But these short bursts of racing to the table are fine. Scott would hate them. You open up the air fryer, and start placing bacon on a plate. Setting out the plates onto the counter. Pulling out some cups. “Auds, you want juice or milk, baby?”

“JUICE, mommy!”

“Suedey?”

“UICE!”

Starting a pot of coffee, you give Andy a chaste kiss as he grabs the plates and utensils, walking back into the dining room, “Suede, all the way in your seat,” Suede listens immediately, and Andy lays out the plates, “Do not stand up in the chair while I go get the drinks, okay?”

“Chess.”

“I mean it, Audi, you watch him, angel, okay?” She holds up a thumb as Andy jogs back into you. Finishing up pouring the drinks, you slap his ass as he trots back, “Ma’am!”

“Don’t have such a cute tush,” you shrug. He seriously has the best scrumptious ass that you will bite one of these days. Andy rolls his eyes, and you grab up the tray of food. Walking in to see your family. “Coffee should just about be done.”

“Is it just me today again?” You give him a nod. Coffee has been giving you the worst heartburn lately, so you’ll stick with just water for today. Now is one of your favorite times of day. Time to talk with your littles about their day. Time to watch Andy try and help Suede calmly sound his words out a bit more. It’s amazing what positive reinforcement from more than you helps him learn.

His speech is already improving, but also his behavior. He is still two and has his moments of big emotions for a little boy. But it’s almost like he has a male that now pays attention to him, and talks to him like he’s a human instead of at him because he isn’t perfect. Suede isn’t a mistake, and Audrey isn’t perfect. You didn’t want her to have these impossible goals, because no one is ever going to perfect. She would fail. There would be things she wouldn’t naturally be good at, and you wanted her to have those moments.

“Audi, are you excited about your dad coming to pick you up today?” You start the morning conversation. She hadn’t seen him in over a week. Even his nightly calls are dwindling down. Either he’s too busy with Taylor, or his insecurities towards Andy are taking over his need to be a decent father.

She finishes the gulp of her juice before she sits it down on the table, nodding her head. She missed him. Suede didn’t care or way or the other. If it didn’t hurt your children, you’d rather he just stay absent, “And and and and and…”

“Breathe,” you whisper. She has picked up a bit of stuttering with her excitement recently. You hope she didn’t have these moments with her dad. You shudder to think what he’ll say about her not being perfect.

She takes a slow breath, wiping her maple hands down her front, “Daddy says he’s going to take me to that new donut shop.”

“Me, too! Na Na, me go!”

“Buddy, we have to ask if they have donuts without eggs first. This is just,” Andy looks over towards you, wondering how he should phrase the next sentence. No matter how it comes out, it’ll be how it sounds.

“Suedey, today is just for sissy and daddy,” he furrows his brows, and folds his arms over his chest. “I know. But maybe you and Andy can do something special Friday evening, and Audrey and I can stay home.”

“Chess!”

“Can can can can,” she takes a deep breath without being coached this time, “Can you and I make Pinkalicious cupcakes? My teacher read the book, and I need pink cupcakes.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea. But, Suede?” Suede immediately sits back on his bum as he looks at Andy, and he thanks him quickly, “I need you to be extra brave today. You got to pick out tonight’s dinner, remember?”

“Chess,” he says slowly. “Me,” he looks at you, and then only at Andy, “B-b-br…bave,” close enough. He smiles so big as he looks at Andy, and he reaches across the table, holding out a fist, and Suede bumps his hand. Andy moves it to Audrey who returns the favor.

“Alright, you two take your plates to the dishwasher, and head to the bathroom for teeth and hands and faces,” today was going to be tough. But today wasn’t going to be bad.

Andy checks his watch again while Audrey sits and stares out Sloane’s window directly to the parking lot. She stands up on her little tiptoes, trying to see cars closer to the building before sighing, and walking over to Sloane’s desk, and crawling back underneath. Andy’s assistant glares at him.

Waiting on the little girl to put her headphones back on, “Fix this,” she whisper screams. “Her looks so pitiful, and I can’t do anything to help it. So you have to fix it!”

“And what am I supposed to do? Her dad was supposed to be here ten minutes ago to pick her up. It’s a Dad’s and Donuts day at school. And no, the dads are not a requirement, but dads, moms, father figures, whatever are invited.”

“And you’re the step,” Andy clears his throat, his eyes scanning the parking lot again, “Bonus dad. Take her to get her donuts, and you take her,” Andy starts to make a comment before he pulls his phone out of his pocket, and walks into his office. Closing the door softly as he paces around.

“Doe!”

“Don’t tell me what I think you’re about to say,” there has been a sneaking suspicion in your mind all day. Scott hadn’t called to confirm the event at school, which only meant one thing, he wasn’t going.

“He’s not here,” you groan in frustration. Keeping your eyes on Suede who scribbles on a piece of paper with his tongue sticking out. It would be any moment that you were going to be called back for Suede’s test, and Scott wasn’t there to get his daughter.

“Days like this I want to hit him. I know that work gets in the way, but he can schedule around this, right? You do. God, I just wish you were her dad,” Suede looks up at you smiling, pointing at his paper, and things grow silent on the other end. Andy wouldn’t leave her hanging like this. You can imagine her looking out the window, and then going back under Sloane’s desk to hide.

She thinks that nobody notices when he disappoints her, but you do. More and more Scott’s insecurities about Andy were coming out, and she is the one that suffers for it, “Honey, tell me if I’m overstepping my bounds, but I can take her,” you inhale swiftly, staring at Suede, and how he tries conversing with a little boy in the waiting area. His confidence growing by a positive male influence.

“Okay,” responding quickly because Audrey deserves doughnuts that could potentially have eggs. “Yeah, okay. Umm, I’m going to send you the address,” your phone pings, and you check to see if it’s Scott, and it isn’t. “Andy, her favorite color currently is…”

“Pink, I know. Ransom, why are you here?” Andy looks at his colleague confused. Of course Ransom is there. He had to let you know that Audrey is hiding. Those iPads are going to be a blessing and a curse.

“Audrey is hiding under Sloane’s desk, and she sent me a message asking if I could bring her some doughnuts. I thought that — he didn’t show up,” Ransom growls, and reaches into his pocket for his keys, “Alright, let's get the kid the most obnoxious cupcakes…”

“Doughnuts,” you and Andy say at the same time, even if Ransom couldn’t hear you. “And I’m driving. You don’t have a car seat.”

“Yeah, whatever, let’s go,” Ransom leans under Sloane’s desk, smiling at the tiny little Audrey, “Come on, let’s go nuts for doughnuts,” nerd. Ransom is a liar, and he’s a nerd. He was the best liar and only because he ended up being the most tender man besides Andy. He is all bark, and only bites for mean men.

Audrey holds onto her box of donuts, and Andy opens her door, helping her get out, “Do you think the gold is too much?” She asks, looking down at her gaudy pastries, and Ransom scoffs. The gold had been his idea, “So people will love them, Uncle Ann?”

“They’re going to love them, sweetheart,” Andy butts in. He lets Audrey walk in front, leading the way into the classroom. “We’re just two minutes late, but I think the pink and gold were the right fit,” Audrey holds her head up higher. “You’re coming, too?”

“I’m not sitting out in the car. I want donuts,” Audrey looks like she’s commanding these two men. She guides them through the doors, stopping to let Andy sign her in before continuing her trek down the hallway. Nodding her head as she passes the classroom doors.

“That’s Suede’s room. He hasn’t been back since he was stung. Mommy wants to make sure there’s no other allergies before he comes back. Oh! Miss Tatum! My Uncle Ann and — Andy brought me. My daddy is busy, but this is okay, right?”

“Of course. Go sit your donuts on the table, I’m sure your uncles can help you,” Andy starts to protest. “We’ve got a quick circle time, and we’re going to go directly into the donuts. You’re welcome to sit down with her, or you can join the adults behind the table.”

“Haha, she thinks we’re a couple,” Ransom giggles, and he gets a sharp look from Miss Tatum. “You think she’s single? She is a feisty one.”

“I think she thinks that she’s not your type,” Ransom look from Miss Tatum to Andy, his lip curling a moment.

“You’re right, I don’t like kids,” Andy’s face falls flat as he stands in the back of the classroom. That isn’t at all what Andy was insinuating, “I don’t. This,” Ransom motions to the classroom of fifteen children, “this is terrifying. Perfect birth control. But she sure is cute,” Andy elbows his partner in the ribs as Miss Tatum sits on the floor with a guitar. “What does one do at donuts for dads?”

“I’ve never done this,” he keeps his eyes on Audrey who sporadically watches him as she sings. The biggest grin on her face for their morning song. A little dimple showing on her cheek that only appears when she’s at her happiest. “I think I’ve got the cutest kid here.”

“Well, yeah, Audi is the best. Why is she so tiny though? I swear she’s the shortest here,” she is. One of the younger students, but also one of the daintiest.

“She’s perfect,” Andy whispers, smiling back at the little girl. “I couldn’t imagine not showing up for her. Look how happy she is. It’s all she wants is someone to show up for her. And this way she gets put first. Nothing about today is about Suede, just her,” the song finishes, and Audrey gives both men a huge grin, and waves her hands. She bounces around in her spot, but waits for Miss Tatum to dismiss them for the donuts.

“Alright, children, go to your grownup, and let's get our breakfast started. Don’t fill up on just donuts, there’s fruit as well,” Audrey bounces up, sprinting over to Andy and Ransom. She crashes into Andy’s legs giving him a huge hug.

“Come on, we have to hurry so we can sit at the best table. It’s the one closest to the kitchen area, and there’s a window, and you can pretend to have a store, and we have a money thingy that really beeps. And! Oh, look, come here,” grabbing both their hands she pulls them to another section of the classroom.

Forgetting she had a special table, she just wants to show off her space, “This is where I paint. And you see that picture way up there? That’s my hand and we made it into a pumpkin! And and and and and and…”

“Audi, breathe.”

“Yes,” she inhales slowly, exhaling, “That’s our reading area. And this book,” she pulls up a book from the shelf, showing both men, “This is my favorite right now. It’s Pinkalicious, and it has a girl who turns pink in it,” she lets out a roaring giggle before pulling the book out of Andy’s hands, and showing them something else.

“See the bags on the windows? We’re trying to sprout beans! And oh,” she drags them to another area of the classroom, “This is the block center. Jacob makes really big buildings and he knocks them down. And one time a block fell on my head and I cried.”

“Which one is Jacob?” Ransom’s eyes narrow as he looks at every little boy in the classroom. Putting Jacob on his list.

“Ransom!” Andy says under his breath.

“Mommy had to sign a paper that said I got in an accident. I just don’t go there if Jacob is going to be there,” Audrey shrugs, and sighs.

“Does he still bother you?”

“Not really. He hits the cymbals too loud, so Miss Tatum doesn’t let him have those anymore. Come on, we should really get some donuts. I want two of my pink and gold ones,” she drags them along even if Ransom whispers and asks Andy about who Jacob is. “Here are your plates. Oh, daddy, look there’s plenty of my donuts left.”

Audrey is able to squish in between a little girl, reaching for the donuts she brought, while Andy stares at her curiously. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t skip a beat. That name rolled off her tongue effortlessly, and while Andy is swimming in feels, it worries him. Scott is a non-issue as far as he’s concerned, but what will Audrey think when she realizes what she’s said? Will you be upset? Was it an honest mistake?

He’s spent every night with you and the kids, minus Scott’s weekends. He wakes up every morning with them. Drops them off to school with you. He reads all three of you bedtime stories every night. It’s not that he doesn’t think he deserves the title, it’s a worry on how everyone else will feel. He doesn’t care about his feelings when something like this can change so much.

“I bet that kid is Jacob,” Ransom motions to a little mischievous boy that gets reprimanded by his dad. “He looks like a trouble maker, that's definitely the brat that hurt Audi.”

“Shh, I’m going through an internal crisis right now,” Ransom furrows his brow as they make it down the line of food. Watching as Audrey fills her plate up with fruit. “Audi, let me carry this to the table, and you grab us some juice boxes.”

“Juice boxes? I was promised beverages,” juice boxes was not on Ransom’s list of things he was willing to drink. He’d been thinking a mimosa at least.

“We’re at a pre-k center.”

“Okay, daddy. Uncle Ann, what is your favorite flavor,” Ransom’s mouth drops open, and Audrey looks at him weird, “Orange juice, okay,” before she skips off, and the two men pick up their plates to walk to the tiny little chairs.

“Is that the first time she’s called you that?”

“Yup.”

“Is that your crisis?”

“Yup.”

“Well,” Ransom gives Miss Tatum a nod as he sits down in the chair, she really was cute, “These are the smallest things I have ever in my life seen,” he states, slotting a too small chair away from the table. He sits down, and glares at Andy. His knees feel like they’re up to his chin, “They are cute, but I look like an idiot,” he follows Andy’s eyes as he watches the man staring at the little girl digging around the cart for the right juice. “It was bound to happen.”

“Eventually. But is this too soon? How do I bring this up? Is she okay? Is she pretending that I’m her dad for today so she’s not embarrassed? Is she confused? I have so many questions running through my head like I’m in court, and all I want to do is stare at that little girl, and wish she was mine. She should be mine.”

“Can I be honest with you?” Andy’s head bobs up and down quickly. He is ready to get home to you, and talk through this with someone who was involved. He trusts Ransom, but this is a family matter. “She is yours,” Andy looks at him confused, “You’ve stepped up for her, her brother, but most importantly stepped up for her mom. You’ve become part of the integral familial unit, and the kids are both thriving. My guess is eventually Scott will quit trying to tear her down, and will eventually back out of the kids' lives a bit more permanently. He already has with Suede. He’s hoping Audi is going to be a good name for him. It’s the only reason he’s kept a somewhat decent relationship with her. By the way, the talk of the assistants is that he doesn't have a photo of his kids on his desk. It’s just him and Taylor, along with his phone wallpaper. Let’s see yours.”

Andy lays his phone on the table, and Ransom has a hearty laugh. “See, you, Doe, and both kids. What’s the other one?”

“Doe sleeping,” he smiles, waving at Audrey. She’d been talking to Miss Tatum about something. Her dimple sinks in as she points over to the table. She really is the cutest here, especially when she’s happy.

“And your fall family photos where you and Suede have actually matching shirts is on your desk. You’ve become their dad. Scott’s just their father. Hey princess, what’s this?”

“Miss Tatum said there’s no orange juice left, but she can go ask if you want her to. But I said you could drink apple cider with us. Uncle Ann! What is that donut?”

Her chubby little finger points at an overly decadent donut piled high with something, and he takes a big bite. Moaning at the deliciousness, “This is a cookie butter donut.”

“I think Jacob brought those,” Audrey giggles, looking up at Andy.

“This isn’t that great. I’ve definitely had better donuts,” he says annoyed. He gives a little glare over to the boy who he has deemed Jacob. He can’t believe he hates a four year old, but said four year old hurt Audrey.

“He he he he he,” she calmly takes a long breath when Andy’s hand lays on her back, “He always brings fancy stuff like that. Mommy says that his mom wants brownie points, but that is a donut. I don’t know what she’s talking about. Umm,” Audrey looks up at Andy. Her pink frosting clad hand lays on his pants, getting a bit of the confection on him, and he doesn’t care. She looks content.

“Thank you for bringing me. I’m sad that Suede can’t have these. But but but me and Mommy will make him some Halloween donuts, also the Pinkalicious cupcakes when you take him somewhere.”

“You’re welcome,” she doesn’t say the title of daddy again, and she also doesn’t remove her hand. Andy’s thoughts are swimming. Swirling thoughts of what this all means, but he can’t deny that Audrey is happy. She seems at ease, and that is all that matters to him. Even if this feels right, and all because you trust him. And he’ll continue to show up again and again, no matter what Scott thinks.

You inhale the hot water deeply. Letting the steam open up your sinuses, while you just stand in the heat. You’d finished cleansing your body, but you need these moments of just breathing. It feels like a never ending battle with Suede’s allergies somehow getting worse. You followed the rules. You didn’t introduce common food allergies to him. You introduced a new item a little at a time, and still it got worse.

He should be allowed to be a normal child, and not have to watch every little thing that he ate. It’s why you made sure to prepare things for him. Always carried snacks that were safe for him. It’s like Scott cursed him in some way. He pushed his distaste for his son onto him, and it made allergies appear or something. He was just two and had so many complications.

Too many complications. It isn’t fair.

You rest your head in your hands, massaging your temples. It had been such a long day. He cried, asking you over and over again why. The nurses said it would only sting a little bit, and immediately he went on edge. Crying uncontrollably because sting now meant bees. It was rough, so you loved hearing that Audrey had the best day possible, despite Scott not showing up again. Hadn’t called. Didn’t even bother giving an excuse. Out of sight out of mind. He’d never bring this up again.

Andy’s hands slide around your waist, and he pulls you into his hard chest. Laying his chin on your head, he keeps you tucked into him, and you drop your own hands, and return his embrace. Burrowing yourself into him, and letting Andy shoulder the heavy weight laying on you. “Honey, you don’t have to come in here to hide. I will listen. I take it today wasn’t a good day?”

“He’s not allergic to bees, that’s a good thing. The seventeen times just caused the breathing issues and swelling. I should be thankful,” that is such a minor thing. You were told to still be cautious, like you wanted him to ever get stung again?

Andy starts to rock you back and forth. You want to make sure your home with him has a huge bathroom like this house. A giant shower for you to comfort Andy, or in this case, him comfort you. Completely naked and vulnerable to each other, and nothing sexual. It’s just purely you and him. “He did add in all shellfish and soy though.”

“Audrey’s going to be very upset then,” leaning back, you stare up at him confused, “Uncle Ann said he wanted to make us some clam chowder,” it’s so silly and goofy, and it shouldn’t matter, but tears well up in your eyes because you hate that it seems like Audrey always gets the leftovers because her brother has allergies.

“She wanted clam chowder?”

“Ehh, she said it sounded gross. We’ll just have a funeral for the clam chowder that never was. She hasn’t tried it, so she doesn’t know what she’s missing. And I’m not so sure about Ransom’s cooking. However, I’m more concerned about what this beautiful woman is doing crying in the shower without me. You’re not alone in this.”

“I know. I just needed a moment to decompress. You didn’t have to see his pitiful face. It got started all wrong. He’s terrified of bees now, and just a mention of them — it was awful.”

Andy’s fingers massage your head as he sways you back and forth. Normally he complains about the water temperature, and even though his skin is turning bright red, he doesn’t say a thing. “Audrey called me daddy today,” gasping, you look into his eyes, and he’s so far away. Remembering the very moment she said it.

“It wasn’t purely an accident. She said it twice. She got pink frosting on my pants. We’ll take it to the dry cleaners, but it was so sweet. She just had her hand resting on my leg, and just would stare up at me with this cheesy grin. Doe, she was so happy today. She got to eat a pink and gold donut, and was proud that we were there. And with me she did show — I don’t even know. It’s silly, but it’s like she was claiming me as her dad to her friends. And who the fuck is Jacob?”

You snort, giving him a kiss to his chin. “Just some kid that has some behavioral issues. I think Audrey tries to befriend him though. So how do you feel?”

“How do you feel?”

“I want my kids to be happy and content. That’s it, and they are. Names are not important. Whether you’re Andy, Na Na, or daddy. So how do you feel?”

He spins the two of you, putting himself in the stream of water while he grabs the shampoo. You pull it out of his hands, and squirt the liquid into your hand before standing on your tippy toes, and washing his hair yourself. Getting a good lather, letting the suds stream down his body. He takes long deep breaths in and out before leaning forward for a sweet kiss.

“I liked it a lot. Is it going too far to say I feel like her dad?” You shake your head no. This is Andy in his element. He was seriously meant to be a father. “I didn’t want to correct her at first because I thought it was a mistake, but then she said it again, and I don’t want this to confuse her. I don’t want this to be a fight for Scott. I don’t want her or Suede to feel they have to call me that. But I liked it.”

“Maybe we should talk to her,” it seemed like a logical start to understanding. It might have just slipped out, she might be confused on what she should call Andy. But it should be discussed with her. Let her know that neither of you cared. “Just with her, we can wait for the next weekend we have them, Suede still takes two naps, and we just have a conversation with her. I’ve been feeling so guilty lately. I feel my baby is growing up too fast, and it’s not because she’s growing up but because she’s having to be an adult with her brother. She’s had so much trauma with the divorce, and his allergies, and she’s not even five. I want to make it a point to have special moments with her.”

“I think that’s the best idea. Not to change the subject, but are you going to wash my body, too? Want to spend some extra time on my dick?” Andy wiggles his brows around, and you snort rolling your eyes. He’s such a teenager sometimes. That’s one way to change the subject.

“Not in the shower.”

“Why not?” He asks, getting all squeaky. You start backing away from him. “Wait, wait. It’s been a hard day, we should take it out on each other’s bodies.”

“We are too old for the shower,” you can just see how this plays out, with someone slipping and falling. Or worse, both of you falling.

“No, we’re not. This is a perfect place to have sex because all our sins get washed down the drain.”

“Those sins cost a lot of money in a water bill, and I am afraid it’s too slippery in here. In theory that sounds extremely sexy. But why don’t you wash your balls, and I’ll lock the door, and then we can make sweet love in bed?”

“You’re mean. You could wash my balls with your mouth,” you give him a quick wink before fully leaving the shower, and Andy hurriedly washes himself. He gives himself a glance into the mirror while he towels off, and then throws it into the hamper. Remaining naked as he walks into the bedroom, and hisses between his teeth.

That’s what the wink was for. Looking all delicious and beautiful, you are on the bed, ass up in the air, while your face is on the mattress. “I take back what I said about you being mean,” watching him grow and harden while he walks closer to you is such an oddly satisfying thing. “Is this all for me?”

“It always was,” he runs his cock through your glistening folds. Using your juices as his personal lube, while he waits on himself to get to full mast. His fingers knead and caress your body, and you wiggle your ass around. Bouncing it, and circling it around before Andy slaps a cheek, causing you to yip. “Are you wanting to punish me, daddy?”

“Don’t start that shit again.”

“If I recall, you kinda got off on me saying that on one of your few visits from college. Everyone was so jealous that I was dating a college man,” Andy’s ego swells, right along with his cock, so you keep talking. “They’d see us out at dinner, and how needy we were for each other. They didn’t hear our whispers of how much we loved each other. How you were already so horny to see me pregnant, but knew it wasn’t the time.”

“Doe,” Andy warns, plunging two fingers into your cunt. His fingers immediately curl as he hits that spongy spot inside of you, and he drives himself in and out. The honey in your pussy create the most lewd sounds, echoing into the bedroom.

“Remember that one time?” his eyes flutter closed as he reminisces, “I told you that you had one time my senior year to knock me up. I was so scared, but at the same time, I wanted it. It was the end of the year, and it would mean that I didn’t have to go to my mom’s college. I could move in with you, and we could begin our life. But…I think this is how it was meant to be, and I love you more today than I could have ever imagined.”

He removes his fingers so quickly, popping his hips forward, and sheaths himself all the way to the hilt. Stabbing you into the depths of your soul, while he swells inside your warmth. His cock aching and throbbing, but he holds still. “I’ll protect you, too, daddy,” your voice whines out the last word, and you get another slap to your ass, “Andy.”

“You play too much.”

“You don’t like it?” Andy grips tightly to your hips, and begins pistoning inside of you. Harsh, sharp movements that leave you clinging to the bedspread. You whimper out his name, trying to push yourself back into him. You want him deeper. You want him all the way into your stomach. You never tire of him, never can get enough, so you wanted him to be welded to your insides.

“I’ll like it more when you talk to our kids about daddy, and it’s me you’re referring to. Doe, I don’t get off on that name. I get off on being a father, and having a family with you. I’m not an overly kinky man,” he pushes into your warmth so hard and deep, your body pushes forward on the bed. “I wouldn’t mind fucking your ass, though.”

“But you’re spanking me,” he does it again, and you sob out his name.

“Because you like it. You enjoy the slaps to your ass, so I will do that for you,” he spanks you again, and then spreads apart your cheeks. Staring so intently on where the two of you connect. Your arousal soaks his cock, and you suck him right back into you. Even your body couldn’t get enough of him.

“Your family loves you, but didn’t give you the attention you deserved. They didn’t care that you were out with me, when you shouldn’t have been. You even said you thought they hoped you got pregnant. And now here they are, traveling around the world, and don’t have a relationship with their grandchildren,” he barrels himself into you, but leans over your body.

Hips snapping him into you at the most toe curling angle, “It’s why we have each other. You and I were meant to be each other’s family.”

“I don’t want therapy during sex,” you mewl, glancing back at Andy. His steel blue eyes capture your own, and he goes deeper.

“You don’t want to talk about it any other time. You don’t have to be the strongest person anymore,” someone had to be strong. And you didn’t care if it was you.

“And neither do you,” Andy thrusts so deeply that you see stars. His grunts louder than normal as his seed spurts into you, and you hope and pray that this is the one that takes.

“You didn’t come,” he pants. He doesn’t leave from inside of you, but tucks his hand under your body as he stimulates your clit.

“But you did. I don’t think you understand the pleasure I get from feeling you,” Andy gives your shoulder a bit of a nibble as he works your bundle of nerves. “How good it feels to know that you still find me sexy, and want to fuck me. And that my body can give you so much pleasure,” his movements become erratic, more rapid and harsh as he tries to get you to the finish line.

“We’ve got the rest of our lives, and sometimes, it just might not happen,” he bites on you again, but this time a bit harder, mixing the pain with the pleasure, “But knowing that I’m the cunt your sinking into,” Andy’s hips start a wave of motions. He’s softening in your cunt, but he pushes you forward, giving you the illusion that sex is still happening, and your body tightens. Winding the coil in your belly up to the point of explosion.

“You will come, or I can’t sleep,” clenching your eyes closed, your head drifts to the bed, and you listen to his voice. Only his voice. Envisioning your new home, full of new memories with Andy. A baby on each of your hips as he plays in the yard with Audrey and Suede with a dog chasing the three of them.

The potential of Suede growing out of his allergies is there, you just had to stay consistent. You would. You and Andy were going to have the picture perfect life. There would be arguments, there would be hard times, but you would be together. You would give everyone the life that they deserved. The life you wanted, and craved.

“Andy!” you can hardly breathe with how much your body is clenched. His love and your pleasure race through your body, bones, and veins, until you can’t even see.

“You’re right there. You’re fluttering around me,” you wonder who the kids would look like. Would they have your lips? Or Andy’s eyes? Would they be tall or short? Would they have health problems? Would they be a girl, a boy? Who would they strive to be? You are going to enjoy whatever they bring to your life.

“Doe, I love you,” he sounds like himself now, but also that young man that you became obsessed with. You and Andy had already created a family all those years ago and didn’t realize it. You were each other’s family, and that’s why nothing else ever worked. It’s why you saw flashes of Andy holding onto your babies as they were born. He was always meant to be in the equation.

Children aren't an obligation to Andy, they are what he wants. It’s why everything is so easy for him. Because this is what he needs. And he craves it with you. Two people that fell in love too young, and somehow made their way back to one another, and nothing had changed. And you can’t wait to see Andy in every new part of his life.

“Andy, I’m coming. My god, I’m coming!” Nothing has ever felt more magical than in this moment. The way that he’s still connected to you as your pussy tightens around him. His grunting breaths fanning over your back, while he coaches you through your high. Life isn’t perfect, but starting today, you’re enjoying every moment for what it is.

You will get a divorce. You will get joint custody of the kids, and it will eventually become full custody. Suede will grow out of his allergies. Audrey will be able to be a child without mothering her little brother. And you will give Andy a biological child.

“Doe, will you marry me?” Andy asks as he kisses down your neck. So much for taking things slow. You didn’t care. You have never stopped loving this man, and you never would. To some this might not seem like the most romantic of proposals, but to you, it is.

The two of you are completely nude and vulnerable to one another. Legs and arms entwined together. You two connect in the most basic animalistic way. Skin on skin, heart to heart, soul to soul. It’s raw and feral, but it’s the most beautiful feeling and something like you’ve ever felt in a lifetime.

“Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Okay,” he exhales quickly. Smiling against your back. “Okay. When — you know when I get out of you, I’ll get the ring.”

“You have a ring?!” You nearly shout as you try to push him off you. He falls onto the bed on his back laughing. Holding onto his heaving chest, and you sit up in the bed looking at the district attorney like he’s a teenage boy, “Andrew Stephen Barber! You have a ring, and you wait until you and your cum are inside of me to ask?”

“I thought it was kinda sweet. It was in the moment, and we were fused together. It’s totally sweet,” collapsing on top of him, you giggling. It was sweet in a grotesque way. It made sense, even if you’re laughing so hard at the stark differences in proposals. Scott’s was big and extravagant, while Andy’s was just Andy. Literally nothing was between you.

“I feel you’re hornier in your older age.”

“I’m not the only one. Who was riding my cock in the middle of the night last night?”

“I was stressed about the appointment, and your hard on was sticking into my back. Your body was inviting me to it,” he pulls you closer into him, his hand rubbing up and down your back. He really was turning you on by you being able to feel him. You couldn’t help it, so you had to take care of him.

“I’m not complaining. Waking up to you using me to pleasure yourself was sexy as fuck. I’m just proving my point that you’re just as horny as I am, so don’t forget it,” you wouldn’t forget. It was his fault. How could you not be horny when you wake up to someone that looked like Andy? “We should get cleaned back up, and unlock the door, just in case the kids have bad dreams.”

They rarely toddled downstairs to join you and Andy, but the fact that he even thinks about them might showing up warms your heart. He didn’t care to have them in the room with you. “When are you giving me the ring?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we’ll go on a date, and I’ll ask you again. If you say yes twice, then I’ll give you the ring,” as long as the two of you were together, it didn’t matter. You are engaged to Andy. Now to get divorced, and then your life with Andy and your babies can have a fresh start. Next stop is a house. Maybe a dog. Maybe a pregnancy. But it will always be Andy.

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hime98 · 6 months ago

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LEE DONG WOOK x Y/N FANFIC

Sooooo, my obsession with LDW ignited recently and I dreamt of this story kekeke To post all chapters soon because it's finished lol

P.S - i did this for me but imma public it just because

Prolouge

Kwon Y/N had never been the type to take risks. A quiet office job, a tiny apartment, and weekends spent with takeout and TV dramas—that was her routine. It wasn’t exciting, but it was safe.

Until one day, she realized just how much burden she's been holding.

So, she and her bestfriends booked a flight to South Korea to unwind— a place they’d always dreamed of but never had the courage to visit. It was meant to be a grand adventure, but unexpected things happened and now she's flying alone.

She proceed with their booked Airbnb online, a charming flat owned by someone named “Lee”

What she didn’t expect was for that “Lee” to be THE Lee Dong Wook—the actor whose face had graced her TV screen more times than she could count. He wasn’t just famous; he was effortlessly charming, annoyingly handsome, and unexpectedly kind. But most of all, he was real.

As their paths entwined in the bustling heart of Seoul, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder: could someone like her ever belong in his glittering world?

She came to Seoul to escape her loneliness. What she didn’t know was that fate had other plans. Plans that could either heal her heart or shatter it completely.

LONELY ESCAPE IN SEOUL

Chapter 1 - A Lonely Soul in a Foreign Land

Chapter 2 - The First Encounter

Chapter 3 - A Quiet Morning

Chapter 4 - A Night by the Han River

Chapter 5 - On Set Shenanigans

Chapter 6 - Quiet Days and Growing Tension

Chapter 7 - Heart to Heart

Chapter 8 - Escape in Jeju

Chapter 9 - Slipping Away

Chapter 10 - Silence and Darkness

Chapter 11 - Under the Moonlight

Chapter 12 - The Morning After

Chapter 13 - Chaotic Phone Calls

Chapter 14 - His Real World

Chapter 15 - The Weight of Distance

Chapter 16 - Protect Her

Chapter 17 - Getting Worst

Chapter 18 - Thousand Regrets

Chapter 19 - Depths of Despair

Chapter 20 - It's Done

Chapter 21 - Surprise

Chapter 22 - Deja Vu and Roommate

Chapter 23 - Welcome Home

Chapter 24 - Surprise at the Door

Chapter 25 - Flashes of the Past

Chapter 26 - Gone Again

Chapter X - Y/N's Backstory

Chapter 27 - Not Losing You Again

Chapter 28 - Is It Fate?

Chapter 29 - I Miss You

Chapter 30 - Welcome Back

Chapter 31 - Silent Prayers

Chapter 32 - Apologies In Advance

Chapter 33 - The Real Beginning

Bonus Chapter - Jeju Wedding

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orangepeelknives · 21 days ago

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feel like in my last post it was All About Mack. let me be verrrrry clear here that where i think mack is a lottttt more obviously Fucked Up, will smith hockey is also not Normal, because a Normal person would nawttt be laughing off the punching of a windshield like a silly lil joke.

okay so okay let’s crack will smith open like a little fortune cookie of buried emotional responsibility. cause yeah, he’s chill. yeah, he’s confident. yeah, he’s a golden retriever in a backwards hat. but he is also chronically, deeply, expertly trained in the art of putting his own shit aside to keep the peace and keep people happy, and it shows.

let’s start with the family dynamics, cause that’s where this started. will was raised by a Boy Mom in a loud, loving, over-involved house where feelings weren’t ignored, but they were managed. you didn’t sulk, you didn’t explode, you kept it moving. you made it fun. you kept the vibes good. will was the glue. the golden boy. the one who doesn’t cause trouble. the one who soothes it. that’s what he brings with him everywhere: a pre-loaded script of how to keep the energy easy.

so yeah, will is secure. he’s kind. he’s loved. but he’s also exhausted. he’s been doing silent emotional labor since he was a kid. being the mascot. the morale guy. the one who’s always fine. and that’s whyit’s so hard for people to notice when he’s not fine, because he’s just so fucking good at pretending he is. enter, every single time post loss, it's will doing the comforting, will clapping guys on the back, will being summoned to mack's side, will dragging mack out of the rink and taking him home and feeding him milk and cookies and corralling him onto a flight to boston the next day, will accepting being the butt of most of the teasing, will dragging leno off the ice after losing.

enter: mack.

mack is the first person who needs will in the most primal, obvious, inescapable way. it��s not subtle. it’s not masked. will knows he’s the first call, the emergency contact, the comfort object, the human emotional support dog. and in my opinion he loves that. he lives for it. but… it also deepens the pressure. because if will is not okay? mack won’t be okay either. and will knows that. so when he’s hurting? when he’s homesick or anxious or spiraling or having a shitty game? he still has to perform calmness. he still has to laugh it off. he still has to do that little tight-jawed exhale and say “nah i’m good” because mack can’t take it if he’s not.

even the will x leno history plays into this, there’s something very poignant about the fact that leno needed him too. and from what we can tell, leno fucked up and will is the one who pulled away first.maybe because he could feel the weight of someone else needing him that hard, and maybe for once, he needed to be the one who got chosen? he needed ease. he needed someone to lean on. and mack? despite being a disaster? gives him that. not always emotionally, but in other ways, the routines, the affection, the automatic closeness. will never has to ask mack to show up. mack is already there. literally 24/7. actually mack is unshakable.

back to the windshield of it all: a normal person doesn’t laugh off the shattering of a windshield like it’s a silly prank from your wacky, feral little freak friend. a normal person doesn’t look at an act of genuine property destruction born from rage and go, “aw, buddy.” but will smith hockey does. every time. and that says just as much about him as it does about mack.

because here’s the thing: will doesn’t just brush it off. he normalizes it. smooths it out. laughs in the exact right tone so that mack won’t spiral into shame. gives him the easy out. “don’t worry about it.” “you good, dude?” milk and cookies at home. like nothing happened. like mack didn’t just blow through a physical boundary without blinking.

and why?? how is that not setting off alarms?

because will doesn’t know how to have boundaries. he knows how to be accommodating. he knows how to de-escalate. he knows how to keep the peace, keep the mood right, keep the vibe light. but no one ever modeled for him how to say: hey. that hurt me. that scared me. you crossed a line. think about what we know about the USNTDP of it all. changing in the hallways??? being schooled online so that your whole world narrows down to hockey and the people who play it???

then it’s college, and he brings the same boys with him. makes it feel safe. familiar.

and then san jose. grown men. wives. babies. mortgages. they go home after practice. they have lives. they’re kind to him, sure, but they don’t orbit him the way his old teammates did. they don’t need him like that. they’re not waiting for him on the couch with mario kart and dumb snacks. they’re not texting him at 2am cause they’re freaking out over ice time.

yet again, enter: mack.

mack, who has no off switch. mack, who is so volatile it’s intimate. mack, who relies on will like it’s a biological function. who doesn’t hide when he needs something. who crawls into will’s space and stays. and for will? that is a relief. not a burden. a gift.

because mack is the only person in will’s life who keeps him looped in at all times. no drifting. no separation. no independence. it’s obsessive, chaotic, needy, and will eats it up. because it means he still matters. it means there’s still one person who wants him there constantly, who still texts him from ten feet away, who still waits to eat until will sits down, who loses his mind when will’s focus shifts even slightly.

that’s home. that’s what will knows. boundarylessness is familiar. it’s where he learned to thrive. and in a locker room full of adults with healthy relationships and time-blocked therapy appointments and children, mack is the only one who feels like his world used to feel. close. urgent. codependent.

so yeah, will needs mack right back. maybe not for emotional caretaking in the same obvious way. but for belonging. for rhythm. for closeness that doesn’t require effort. and that’s why he doesn’t flinch when the windshield breaks. that’s why he doesn’t draw lines when mack spirals.

#straight from the character notes part dos #like are u seeing my vision are u seeing it #puttin that psych minor to USE #do i think that mack is probably slightly more reliant on will? yeah. but will is also EXTREMELY reliant on mack make nooo mistake #will's whole life is way-too-intimate friendships do u know how hard it is to fill that space with something different #willmack #wsh #mack

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nahoney22 · 1 year ago

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Hey :) I Hope this isn’t too late but I have a fic proposal.

Clones should have a lot of scars and propbably some insecurities, considering that to most people they meet they are ‚just clones‘. I was thinking about a female reader worshipping either Hunter’s or Wolffes/Echoes (I love my grumpy men) body. I think it is a cute idea to make them feel appreciated and loved. It can be NSFW or SFW, whatever mood you’re in.

I also have seen the prompts „i'm not scared of anything except losing you“ and „ I am truly and unconditionally in love with you“ . They don’t have to be included tho

Congrats on 4k followers! You deserve it so much Honey

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word count: 937 words

prompts:

“I’m not scared of anything except losing you.”

“I am truly and unconditionally in love with you.”

warnings: Angst and fluff, cuddling, talks of war and scars, light angst, female reader, established relationship, comfort, shirtless Wolffe, Spoilers for the latest episodes (6&7).

authors note: well seeing as we saw Wolffe so recently it’s only fair I pick this request. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy anon 🤍

You awaken to the subtle shift of your bed dipping, drawing you from the haze of dreams. A gentle breeze hints at an open balcony, likely your Commander's doing.

You shift, eyes flicking to the chrono on your bedside table that reads the early hours of the morning before rolling onto you right, facing him.

He’s silent, usual. Shirtless, also a common sight, yet his shoulders bear an unusual weight. "Darling," your voice rasps with sleep, "is everything alright?"

He remains silent, a restless energy vibrating through him as his knee bounces with an unspoken tension. As your hand finds its place on the center of his bare back, a calming touch, his movements still, tension melting away.

"I saw Rex today," he finally speaks, the words carrying a weight you hadn't anticipated.

Your eyes widen, and you sit up abruptly. "Rex? I thought he died in a crash!" The unexpected revelation catches you off guard.

When things took a turn for a worse, you were discarded by this new ‘Empire’ yet Wolffe remained. Your relationship was a secret of course and things had been hard for the both of you. You didn’t agree with these new terms and what Wolffe was doing yet he felt obliged to do his duty. To be a good soldier.

Yet, at nights like this where he would sneak into your home when he should be in his own barracks, you always felt the heavy burden of whatever it was weighing on him.

"So did I... but there he was," he sighs, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his cybernetic eye and scar. "A deserter, harboring a target the Empire seeks."

Your heartbeat quickens, anxiety gripping your thoughts. "You didn't harm him, did you?"

"No," he responds, a low rumble. "I let him go."

In a hushed tone, you respond, "Oh, well that’s a relief,” as you shift onto your knees directly behind him, offering a supportive presence.

Anticipating a bitter retort, you're surprised when he merely sighs, his head bowing as he falls into a contemplative silence.

Observing his stillness, your eyes trace a new wound on his back, joining the collection of scars. "How did this happen?" you inquire softly, your finger gently tracing the red mark destined to become another scar over time.

"Who knows? Falling from a cliff, getting shot by a civilian, crushed by rocks," he grumbles dismissively.

Moving closer, you delicately wrap your arms around his front, resting your cheek against his back. "Are you in pain?" you inquire, concern lacing your words.

He shakes his head, his hands finding yours to convey appreciation for the comfort. Though not one to seek coddling, the weight of the day has left him in need of solace. "No."

In a moment of necessary silence, a sudden wave of insecurity overtakes him. "Does it uh... look bad?" he hesitates, seeking reassurance.

"The wound?" you clarify.

He nods.

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Wolffe," you interject firmly, gently squeezing his hands, "you know I wouldn't lie to you. We've discussed this. I promise it doesn't look bad."

His jaw tightens, a brief struggle visible on his face, but then he relaxes, allowing your words to penetrate. The scar on his face, a constant reminder, had often made him feel exposed and unattractive. Yet, your consistent reassurances that you saw him differently provided a balm for his insecurities.

“Each scar tells a story, a battle won,” you whisper, kissing his new wound as well as the small scars that littered the rest of his back and what you could see, “a battle lost…” He closes his eyes, knowing what scar you were referring to but allows you to continue. “You’re handsome. Nothing will ever change that or how I love you.”

He bites on the inside of his cheek, his face warming up by the softness of your lips against his skin in the moonlight and your sweet words that had him hooked from the start.

"Are you scared?" you suddenly inquire, and he turns his head, prompting you to move back while still maintaining the embrace. "That they'll find out you let the target get away?"

"I'm not scared of anything," he asserts with stern resolve, but a softness overtakes his expression. "Except losing you."

You offer a soft smile, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek. "Sweet, but I'm serious. Are you not concerned?"

His brow furrows, a hint of reluctance coloring his response. "I won't lie and say I'm not apprehensive. Kark, it wouldn't surprise me if they're already looking for me to reprimand. Or worse."

A twist of unease settles in your stomach, his words weighing heavily on your mind. Tears glisten in your eyes, and he realises his misstep. Without hesitation, he shifts to fully face you, reclining on the bed with his back against the headboard, pulling you close to his chest. "Let's not dwell on that. I'm sorry for waking you."

You roll your eyes at his attempt to deflect the gravity of the situation, but decide to take comfort in his presence for now.

As the soft sound of your snores fills the room, he finds solace in your embrace. He strokes your hair tenderly, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watches you succumb to sleep. "Beautiful girl," he murmurs, a sentiment he wouldn't express while you're awake, not one for overt displays of affection.

Before slipping away into the night, he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am truly and unconditionally in love with you."

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Leah’s pregnancy.

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March 2031 | 7 & 2 years old.

6 weeks

A few weeks later, you found yourself sitting in the familiar, sterile waiting room of the fertility clinic. The air was thick with anticipation, your hand intertwined with Leah's as she bounced her knee nervously. Her fingers trembled slightly in your grasp, a mirror of the anxiety that sat in your own chest.

This was the moment you had both been waiting for—the first ultrasound.

It had been two weeks since you’d found out that Leah was pregnant and you were both a nervous wreck, to say the least. Neither of you had been sleeping, Leah panicked over every little twinge that she felt.

Ellie and Finley were back at home with Amanda. Of course, they had both asked questions as to where you were going and why they couldn’t come with you. You had explained it was a "doctor’s visit for Mumma’s tummy," keeping things simple. If this went well, if you heard that precious sound, you'd tell them more.

Leah sighed as she turned her head towards you, “I don’t think I can do this, I can’t breathe.”

You squeezed her hand tighter before lifting it up to your mouth and placing a gentle kiss on it, “Everything will be okay.” You tried to reassure her.

After a while, the nurse called Leah’s name, and the two of you stood up together. Leah’s grip on your hand tightened as you followed the nurse down the hallway, the beeping of machines and hushed conversations blending into the background. Each step felt heavier than the last as if the weight of everything was pressing down.

Inside the dimly lit room, the ultrasound machine hummed softly in the corner. Leah laid down on the exam table, her gaze locking onto yours as she lay back. You brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, offering her a small, reassuring smile.

The technician came in, offering a warm smile as she prepped Leah’s stomach for the scan. “How are you both feeling today?”

“Nervous,” Leah admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The technician nodded sympathetically. “That’s completely normal. We’ll take it one step at a time, okay? Let’s just see what we can find.”

The cool gel on Leah’s stomach made her shiver, and you instinctively reached for her hand again. The room was quiet, except for the low hum of the machine and the soft click of the keyboard as the technician began the scan. You watched the screen closely, holding your breath, waiting.

For a moment, there was only static, a sea of black and grey shapes that made no sense. Your heart raced in your chest, each second stretching out like an eternity.

And then… there it was.

A small flicker.

The technician smiled. “There they are, there’s your little baby.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the screen. A heartbeat. Strong and steady. The sound of it filled the room, soft but undeniable.

Leah’s hand flew to her mouth as tears spilt down her cheeks. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That’s… that’s our baby.”

You couldn’t speak. The wave of emotion that hit you was overwhelming—relief, joy, disbelief, all crashing together at once. You blinked rapidly, trying to hold back your own tears, but it was useless. The sound of that heartbeat, that tiny, miraculous flicker, was everything you had been hoping for, everything you had been terrified of losing.

Leah turned to you, her eyes wide with awe. “There’s our bubba.”

You nodded, unable to form words as you leaned down to kiss her forehead. You finally managed to speak, your voice breaking. “Our bubba.”

The technician continued to move the wand around, measuring, checking, and making sure everything was as it should be. “Everything looks great for where you are, in fact, they’re actually measuring a few days ahead,” she said with a reassuring smile. “Congratulations, you two.”

Leah let out a soft laugh, a sound so full of disbelief and relief that it nearly broke you all over again. “I didn’t think we’d ever get here.”

You squeezed her hand tighter, your heart swelling with love and pride. “We did. Our little bubba.”

Leah nodded, her eyes never leaving the screen. “I’m so scared,” she whispered. “But I’m so happy.”

You kissed her hand, “I know. Me too. But we’ve got this, Le. We’re going to be okay.”

As you sat there, listening to the steady thrum of your baby’s heartbeat, the world outside seemed to fall away. All the fears, all the losses, all the sleepless nights filled with doubt—they were still there, but they felt smaller now.

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10 weeks.

The morning sickness had hit Leah hard. Every day seemed to be a battle with nausea, and today was no different. You came back from the school run to find her sitting on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, breathing heavily. She had her knees drawn up to her chest, a washcloth pressed to her forehead.

You knelt beside her, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “How are you feeling?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer.

Leah groaned softly, leaning her head back. “Like I’m on a boat in the middle of a storm.”

You offered her a small, sympathetic smile. “I’ll make some toast. Maybe that’ll help.”

She gave a half-hearted nod, though neither of you really expected it to stay down. Still, you tried everything—ginger tea, crackers, and now toast.

A few minutes later, as you came back into the room with the toast, Leah sighed, accepting the plate with a small smile. “I didn’t actually expect it to be this bad. God knows how you did this twice, especially with your HG.”

You sat down next to her on the floor, leaning your shoulder against hers. “You’re doing great. And hey, it’ll all be worth it in a few months.”

Leah managed a weak smile, though her eyes were filled with exhaustion. “I know. It’s just hard to feel excited when I can barely keep water down.”

You pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’re incredible, Le. And I’m so proud of you. You’re doing amazing, even on the rough days.”

She looked at you, her eyes softening. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You won’t have to find out,” you whispered, brushing her hair back as you kissed her again.

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20 weeks.

The anticipation in the room was palpable as the ultrasound technician moved the wand over Leah’s belly. At 20 weeks, this scan wasn’t just about checking on the baby’s health—it was also the moment you’d both been waiting for to find out whether you’d be welcoming another little girl or boy into your family.

Leah squeezed your hand as the technician smiled at the screen. “Everything looks perfect,” she said, and you both let out a breath of relief.

“Do you want to know the gender?” the technician asked, “I can tell you right now.”

You’d both agreed on having an intimate gender reveal and not a big fancy one like before. It was your last baby so you wanted to treasure everything.

Leah looked at you, her grip tightening. “You ready?”

You nodded, heart pounding. “Let’s do it.”

The technician turned the screen toward you and Leah, pointing to a small detail you couldn’t quite make out. “It’s a girl.”

A girl.

You laughed, the sound bubbling out of you before you could stop it. Leah let out a breathless gasp, tears filling her eyes. “Another girl…”

You leaned down, kissing Leah’s forehead as she wiped away her happy tears. “Ellie’s going to have a sister.”

Leah laughed through her tears, her hands resting on her belly. “She’s going to be so excited. A little girl.”

Later that evening, as you sat in the living room with Finley and Ellie, the excitement of the day still buzzing between you and Leah, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of telling them. Finley was busy playing with his action figures on the floor, while Ellie sat on Leah’s lap, lazily flipping through a picture book. You exchanged a glance with Leah, who gave you a small, excited nod.

"Hey, Fin, Ellie," you said softly, drawing their attention. “We have something we want to tell you.”

Finley looked up, his curiosity piqued. "What is it?"

Leah smiled as she kissed the top of Ellie’s head. “Remember how we said you were going to have a baby brother or sister soon?” she asked.

Ellie, with her wide eyes, nodded eagerly. "Is bubba here?" she asked, her voice full of innocence.

"Not yet," you chuckled. "But we did find out if the baby is a boy or a girl today."

Finley sat up, his action figures forgotten. “You did? Is it a boy or girl?!”

You and Leah shared a look, “You’re going to have a little sister.”

Ellie’s face lit up immediately, her little hands clapping excitedly. “A sister! Yay!” She wrapped her arms around Leah’s belly in a sweet, clumsy hug. “Hi, baby sister!”

Finley let out a cheer, jumping up from the floor. “Yes! A sister!” He did a little fist pump, his face beaming with joy. “I knew it! I knew it was going to be a girl!”

Leah laughed as Ellie squealed and hugged her belly, “Baby sister!” Ellie said happily, her bunny bouncing in her grip. “I’m going to have a sissy!”

Finley bounced on his toes, his excitement contagious. “I’m going to teach her so many cool things! I can’t wait to show her all my toys and read her stories, and we’ll have so much fun!”

Leah looked at him with a proud smile. “She’s going to be so lucky to have you as her big brother, Fin.”

He grinned wide, practically bursting with excitement. “Yeah, and Ellie, too! We’ll both teach her everything!”

Ellie giggled, hugging Leah’s belly again. “I’ll show her my bunnies!”

You smiled, wrapping your arm around Leah as you watched Finley and Ellie’s pure joy fill the room. “She’s already the luckiest baby,” you said softly to Leah.

Leah’s eyes glistened with emotion as she placed a hand over yours on her belly. “She really is.”

Another little girl was on the way, and she was already so loved.

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28 weeks.

Leah sat cross-legged on the bed, a half-eaten watermelon in her lap, tears streaming down her face. You had been folding laundry nearby when you noticed her crying, and you rushed over, worried.

“Le? What’s wrong?” You asked panickedly, “Is it the baby? Are you in pain?”

She looked up at you, her lip trembling as she sobbed. “I feel huge. My body… I don’t recognize myself anymore. And I’m crying over watermelon, for God’s sake!”

You sat down next to her, wrapping your arm around her shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay to cry. You’re carrying a whole human. That’s a lot of work.”

Leah sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “I just… I don’t feel beautiful anymore. Everything’s changing, and I can’t control it.”

Your heart ached at the sight of her so upset. You took the watermelon from her lap, setting it aside, and cupped her face gently. “Leah, you are beautiful. Your body is amazing—it’s growing our daughter. And I know it’s hard, trust me I hated my body while pregnant, but you’re still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.”

She looked at you, her tears slowing as your words began to sink in. “You really think so?”

You nodded, brushing your thumb across her cheek. “I know so. You’re stunning, Le, inside and out. And I’m so in awe of you every single day.”

Leah let out a shaky laugh, resting her head on your shoulder. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, pretty girl.”

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33 weeks.

“Okay we all need to be quiet when we go in,” You whispered to Finley and Ellie as you slid the key into the door. “Mumma’s really tired growing baby sister so she’s napping on the sofa.”

When you left to pick Finley and Ellie up from school, Leah was fast asleep on the sofa. She was now 33 weeks and the exhaustion was getting worse. You remembered what it was like from your own two pregnancies.

“Okay, Mummy!” Ellie nodded.

You pushed the door open as quietly as possible, ushering Finley and Ellie inside. Finley dropped his backpack by the door and tiptoed in, while Ellie clutched her favourite stuffed bunny, her face serious as she tried to be quiet.

The house was dim, the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains. You turned the corner into the living room, expecting to see Leah still fast asleep on the couch where you'd left her. Instead, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open when she heard the soft patter of feet approaching.

“Mmm... you're back,” Leah mumbled sleepily, her hand resting on her rounded belly. She smiled as she caught sight of the kids, her face lighting up despite her exhaustion. “Hi, my bubbas.”

“Sorry we woke you,” you whispered as you sat beside her, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.

“It’s okay,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with sleep. She held out a hand to Finley and Ellie, who eagerly climbed onto the couch to snuggle up to her.

“Mumma, are you feeling better?” Finley asked, his small hand resting protectively on her belly.

Leah smiled down at him, brushing a hand through his hair. “A little, bubba. I think baby sister’s making me extra tired today.”

Ellie, now sitting on Leah's other side, gently patted her belly with a frown that was identical to Leah’s. “Baby sister needs to be nice to Mumma!” she said, her face scrunched up with concern.

You couldn't help but laugh at her words. “She does, doesn't she?”

Leah yawned and shifted a little, making space as she pulled the kids closer. “Why don’t you guys lie down with me for a bit? Mumma could use some extra cuddles.”

Finley didn't need to be told twice. He immediately snuggled into her side, his eyes already starting to droop. Ellie climbed up more slowly, her small body nestling between Leah and you, her bunny clutched tightly in her arms.

You watched as Leah’s eyes fluttered closed again, her breathing deepening. Within moments, the soft sound of both Finley and Ellie’s gentle snores filled the room, and the three of them bundled up together on the couch. Leah’s hand rested protectively over her belly, her fingers occasionally brushing over the small kicks and movements of your unborn daughter.

The house felt still, peaceful. You knew moments like this wouldn’t last long, but you relished the quiet togetherness of it, watching over your little family as they napped, knowing you’d do anything to keep them safe and loved.

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37 weeks.

Leah sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting on her belly, and sighed deeply. Her shoulders slumped, and for a moment, she just stared at the floor. You could tell something was off the moment you stepped into the bedroom.

She was 37 weeks now. You knew she had been getting more uncomfortable over the past couple of weeks as she reached the end of her pregnancy. Her stomach was swollen and she was starting to miss her old body, she was itching to get back onto the pitch again.

You approached her slowly, careful not to startle her. “Hey, babe, you okay?”

Leah let out a shaky breath, one hand moving to her lower back as she winced. “I’m just…so done,” she muttered, her voice cracking. “I can’t sit, I can’t stand, I can’t sleep. Everything hurts, and I’m so tired.”

You could see her fighting to hold it together, but the strain on her face said it all. You knelt in front of her, gently resting your hands on her knees. “I know, love. It’s hard, isn’t it? You’re doing so well.”

Her eyes welled up, and she tried to blink the tears away, but they spilt over anyway. “I feel so useless. I can't even pick up Finley or Ellie anymore, and I hate that. I just want to feel normal again!”

The tears came faster now, her words tangled with sobs. You could see how much it was breaking her down, and your heart ached for her. Leah was usually strong, but pregnancy had stripped her of so much control, and now, this was her breaking point.

You stood up, gently guiding her to lie back on the bed. Sitting beside her, you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close. Her head rested on your shoulder as she cried quietly, her body shaking with each sob.

“You’re not useless, Leah,” you whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her damp cheek. “You’re carrying our baby, and that’s everything.”

“I just feel so guilty,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I want to be the mum they need, but all I can do is lie here.”

You kissed the top of her head and ran your fingers through her hair. “Finley and Ellie adore you. They don’t care if you’re not chasing them around right now. They just want you close.” You paused, your voice gentle but firm. “You’re already doing so much just by being here with us. And this—this hard part—it’s temporary.”

Leah sniffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I know. But it just feels endless.”

You nodded, holding her tighter. “I remember feeling the same way when I was pregnant with Finley and Ellie. It’s overwhelming. But I promise you, it’s almost over. You’re so close to the finish line.”

Leah let out a long, shaky breath. “I just want to hold her. I want her here already.”

“I know, love. So do I,” you murmured, placing a hand on her belly, feeling the faint kicks of your baby girl beneath your palm. “She’ll be here before we know it.”

Leah closed her eyes, leaning into your touch, her breathing slowly evening out. “I’m sorry for falling apart,” she whispered.

“Hey, you don’t need to apologise for anything,” you reassured her, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “You’re allowed to feel everything you’re feeling. It’s a lot. But you’re not alone, okay? I’m here with you, every step.”

She nodded against your shoulder, her fingers gently intertwining with yours. For a long while, you stayed like that—quiet, wrapped up in each other, her breathing slowly calming.

Eventually, Leah whispered, “Thank you. I needed this.”

You smiled softly, stroking her hand. “You’re doing amazing, Le. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, pretty girl,” she said. She shifted slightly, finding a more comfortable position against you, and you could feel some of the tension leave her body.

“I’m going to stay right here,” you whispered. “We’ll get through this together. Only a few more weeks till our bubba is here.”

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