#and it could still be an accidental pregnancy thing and it could play out WITHOUT all the chaos and pressure of a looming war

[wooyoong]

🧸 freya's recent bts reads (& recs)

disclaimer : there's atleast one fic for each member, but i am yet to widen my spectrum, so you will find less vmin + jin fics. that also doesn't mean i don't like reading them, lol.

note : fic titles labelled with a * mark are series. minors please stay away, strictly. almost all fics here are 18+ !!

— also, i am @sugarwithtea 😭 incase you wanted to check out my writing blog then.

KIM SEOKJIN

* 9 months to fall in love by @floralseokjin (s2l, accidental pregnancy au, 18+)

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

* For Love & Money by @jimlingss (s2l, forced marriage au)

For love, you foolishly lied to yourself. For money, you married a stranger.

MIN YOONGI

* Till Death Do Us Part by @colormepurplex2 (e2l, arranged marriage au, mafia au, 18+)

Marital bliss isn't always a guarantee, especially when you find yourself marrying into the family responsible for your own family's demise. Sometimes, marriage is just a game of kill or be killed. Even when there is love involved, bullets still hurt.

Sinful Lust by @oddinary4bts (ft. jungkook, threesome au, 18+)

in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

* The Truth Between Us by @jimlingss and @gukyi (e2l, multiple aus, 18+)

a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

* Playing With Fire by @/chanyeolly (ao3) (e2l, idol au, 18+)

Yoongi hates you. Or at least, he thinks he does.

AKA

Y/N works for BigHit and Yoongi is bad at dealing with his feelings.

JUNG HOSEOK

Brevity (But Most Often Not) by @threeletterslife (ft. jimin, s2?, psychopath hoseok)

All your life, you've been with guys who didn't bother to read the news or appreciate the art form of journalism. But Hoseok... Even the way he carefully chooses his words is a sign that you and he are a match. If only he weren't in a dilapidating psychiatric hospital. Then maybe you'd have a proper boyfriend who treated you right for once.

* Arranged by @obiwrites (ao3) (arranged marriage au, 18+)

If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her.

But what happens when Hoseok starts to realize he doesn’t want you to be her? That there might be more than meets the eye with you?

Fake Love by @aquaminwrites (e2l, fake dating au, 18+)

Every year, your family spends the holidays at your parents’ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoon’s roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts.

* Jungle Park by @jimlingss (coworker au, amnesia au)

The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

KIM NAMJOON

Not Another Holiday Romance by @kpopfanfictrash (s2l, one night stand au, holiday au, 18+)

You, a perpetually alone (and utterly cynical) movie director, are sent to the town of Snow Falls, Middle-of-Nowhere for your latest film assignment. Stuck in holiday hell until the new year, you’re determined to get in and get out with minimal damage to your Grinch reputation. That is, until a ridiculously gorgeous (and young?!) town historian is assigned to help with your film. Suddenly, you find yourself the heroine of one of those corny romances you direct – and are discovering they might not be so corny after all.

* My Feet to Follow, and My Heart to Hold by @daechwitatamic (r2l, college au, 18+)

You know a lot about the many types of love thanks to Kim Taehyung. You love him as the only person you see as “family”, you love him as your very best friend, and you love him as the beautiful, funny man he’s become. But when a twist of fate during your senior year has you rooming with his good friend Kim Namjoon, you just might find that you have plenty left to learn about love. 

The Wedding Arrangement by @/sugalights (ao3) / @sugaurora (s2e2l, fwb au, 18+)

You are in love with your best friend, the only man who matters, Kim Seokjin.

Unfortunately, he's just gotten engaged to someone who isn’t you. Even more unfortunately, he expects you to help plan the wedding alongside Kim Namjoon, his other best friend and, based on your first meeting, just another judgemental jerk.

Putting aside your distaste for the sake of your friend’s happiness, you both set about giving Seokjin the wedding of his dreams. Following a rough and satisfying affair at the caterer’s, you strike an unusual deal: you and Namjoon will be enemies with benefits until the wedding is over. And after six months of wedding planning, you both just might learn that weddings aren’t usually the end, but a brand new beginning.

PARK JIMIN

* Maybe Me by @jiminrings (single dad au, s2l)

summary: maybe it’s stupid of jimin to take on everything at once, all by himself. maybe it’s rash of him to book a long-term stay at a luxury hotel, even if it comes with a family discount. but maybe, just maybe, jimin would have nothing to lose and everything to gain if he lets you in.

KIM TAEHYUNG

Always the Bridesmaid by @kookingtae (e2l, holiday au, 18+)

When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

JEON JUNGKOOK

* Take A Chance by @crystaljins (hanahaki au, coworker au)

You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favour that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it.

on the road (to you) by @cupofteaguk (f2l, road trip au)

as a young adult, one of the strangest revelations is the discovery that peers of yours from past fragile college years are getting married. so imagine your shock and excitement upon receiving a wedding invitation. there are, however, two problems: (1) you are a poor early-20s recently employed adult just beginning to adjust to your 401k plan, and (2) the only available ride to the wedding comes in the form of Jeon Jungkook—friend of a friend, attendee to that aforementioned wedding, and your old college crush. 

Sinful Lust by @oddinary4bts (ft. yoongi, threesome au, 18+)

in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

Accidental Roommates by @jjkeverlast (r2l, single dad au, 18+)

moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace.

yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.

Rivers Over Stones by @ichorai (e2l, godparents au, 18+)

you hated jungkook the minute you laid eyes on him. the only reason why he was still in your life was because you both shared a goddaughter, hana. but everything changed unexpectedly when the two of you become her caretakers and you’re forced to live under the same roof. suddenly, you find yourself hating him just a bit less. or more, but who’s keeping track?

* Ego by @suga-kookiemonster (s2l, fwb au, 18+)

what’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.

🧸 given that a lot of authors are not active, please don't misuse their content! all rights reserved by the respective authors!!

— a bit of these have not been completed by me, leading to no feedback yet but i know these are good haha!

[sunlightmurdock]

My Future In You | 2.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, enemies to lovers kinda thing, requited love but they’re idiots your honour, smut, pinv, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy / birth complications

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A little past 1am, legs stretched out ahead of you, draped across Bradley’s legs. Some old straight to TV movie playing, giggling like a couple of teenagers. Bradley loudly voices his complaint as he picks up a m&m that had been thrown at his forehead.

He’s in just a pair of shorts, his hair dry now and his curls a little shorter than normal. Navy regulations. You kind of miss the length that he used to have on the back and sides, but this look suits him too.

“I’m just saying, you’re the one who fucked my roommate.” You shrug, mock-nonchalantly, and pretend to focus back on the movie in front of you. It’s some dumb story of a small town cowboy.

In the mood for dramatics tonight, Bradley throws his head back and groans.

“Before I even met you!” He chides, sitting forwards and snatching the candy from you before you have opportunity to turn any more of them into projectiles.

“Then you texted her after you’d already knocked me up.” You remind him, playfully calm.

“Ah, ah — She texted me, it’s not like I would’ve fucked her again — and let’s not forget that you had a whole boyfriend until you were in your second trimester.” Bradley points out.

“And stop saying knocked up. Makes me feel weird.” Grumbling like a discontented teenager, Bradley nudges your leg with his so that you have to look at his face and see his little frown.

All of that seems so far away now. Ryan. Your roommates, who you’ll probably never see again. Christmas with your family. You’ve barely even thought about it all since you got here.

“I’m sorry, Bradley — how should I be phrasing it?” You tease.

His lips tug at the corners, threatening to disrupt his dramatic frown and disarm his little act. A small shrug of those broad, tanned shoulders.

“All those couples at the parenting class keep saying ‘when we found out we were expecting’. That works.”

“Mm, but when I found out I was expecting I cried for three days and when you found out you implied that I was a whore and offered me money. Our story doesn’t really sound like theirs’.” You remind him. He presses his lips together in a line. That feels so far away now too.

He remembers the anger he felt towards you back then, which is a complicated thing in itself. He remembers why, and how — and everything about that first week, actually. He remembers being so furious at you for making that choice without him. A complete stranger, complicating his future when he had just stepped out of his complicated past.

The anger still makes sense to him. He doesn’t feel it anymore, he isn’t proud of the way he acted, but he can look back now and know that it was all just fear.

Going from being a scared little boy and looking after a sick mother, to being an adult and having nothing to care for but himself, to then meeting you. It hadn’t felt fair to have that all stripped away before he had started it.

But now, when he thinks of this living room being empty, or that small room being an office instead of a nursery, it makes this all seem so much more bleak.

The movie credits roll, leaving you even more confused about what the plot was supposed to be. Bradley sits up and pushes himself onto his knees, then parts your legs for him to dip between. You’re sighing softly now, contented as he presses his lips to yours.

“I don’t think you’re a whore,” He mumbles against your mouth, making you chuckle softly against him. “And I’m glad that I knocked you up, for the record.”

Another soft chuckle. He presses his lips warmly to your skin. Cheeks, jaw. A gentle tour of your face.

“You are?”

“Yeah, you’re hot pregnant,” Bradley beams at you, earning himself another little laugh. “And — y’know, I’m excited for the kid too.”

Looking up at him, your fingers circle over his smooth, freckled shoulders. A few moments of silence pass between the two of you before a commercial comes on and disturbs the bliss.

“Time to put the baby to bed, don’t you think?” He asks. You glance down at your swollen stomach and back up at your new boyfriend. Smiling at him, you give a defiant shake of your head.

“We aren’t tired.” You decide.

A soft groan and he cups your belly in his hands, feeling soft fluttering kicks to unfortunately support your claims. Smile growing into an embarrassingly amused beam, you watch Bradley as he pushes your shirt up and peppers kisses across your stomach.

“Tell him to give his old man a break, some of us have to be up in a couple hours,” Bradley murmurs into your skin, earning himself an applause of his new favourite sound. He looks up grinning at your laughter. “What?”

“You, being somebody’s old man,” A quick scrunch of your nose and a shake of your head, laughter still bubbling through you. “Weird to think about.”

His cheeks redden like the tops of his ears, then he grins. Sitting back on his heels, his hands slide along your stomach to rest at the very bottom. Again, he feels a soft little kick against his palm.

“Y’know, I think he’s nocturnal. I barely felt him this morning and now he’s wide awake.” You explain.

Another shrug, smiling as he leans down and kisses your stomach once more. “Wanted to stay up and watch a movie with his folks.” Bradley muses, making you smile. Absentmindedly, you card your fingers through his fluffy, air-dried curls. His lips press warmly to the underside of your belly, “No harm in that.”

Fingers trailing from his auburn curls, down over the tanned muscles in his shoulders as he peppers kisses across your stomach.

“He’s got you wrapped around his finger already. Old man.” You tease, nudging at his leg with your foot. He chuckles softly, cool breath tickling your skin. Another kiss, then he looks up at you.

“Me? — Mama’s the one letting him stay up late.” Bradley prods, sitting up and bringing his mouth to yours once more. The kiss is slow, lazy, his hand cupping your hip. When he leans over you now, your stomach always bumps into his middle. He’s going to miss it when it isn’t there anymore.

Turning his head, he presses his face into your neck and nips softly at your skin. You hum, keening towards the feeling. It becomes growingly tender, lips replacing teeth, tongue soothing over the warm spots left behind.

Finally, he sits back up and kisses your lips chastely. “Will you come to bed with me?”

“You can go ahead, I won’t wake you up.” You promise.

“I know, but I like falling asleep with you.” He squeezes softly at your hips, remembering to be gentle with your sore joints these days. He sits forwards and kisses your mouth again, then again after that. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that he isn’t going to stop until you agree.

Pushing against his bare chest, he sits back on his heels and raises his eyebrows at you.

“Fine…” You huff, extending your arms for him. Slipping his hands into yours, he’s on his feat with an annoying level of ease that you can no longer manage. He tugs you up with him.

“I’ll lock up.” Ducking around you and kissing your neck, he leaves you with a gentle pat on the ass and then moves to make sure all of the doors and windows are locked and that the lights are off. You pad along the hallway to your shared bedroom and peel your shirt over your head.

Over the past month, you seem to have really popped. The kid is really making himself known in there. Enough so, that you’re well into the stage now of wearing exclusively maternity clothes or stretching out Bradley’s old gym clothes. Tonight, given the lingering heat, you opt for an old basketball shirt that Bradley hasn’t fit into since high school. Before he grew a foot and lost eighty pounds in his junior year.

It’s not huge on you at this stage of your pregnancy, but gives you the reprieve of a waistband pressing into your stomach.

Bradley’s chest hits your back before you even feel him approaching, turning his face into the crook of your neck, almost knocking you over with his weight.

His hands skim under the shirt and up over your stomach, making an all-too-familiar beeline for your breasts. He groans softly into your skin, growing half-hard against your back.

“Mm-mm,” You’re smiling and shaking your head at him all at once. “You need to go to bed, remember?”

“Fuck,” He breathes out, eyes closed, soft skin under his palms. If he pressed any harder into your back, he would knock you onto your front. “I do.”

Your palm slips between the two of you, reaching back to cup him over his shorts, stroking just loosely over the length of his hardening cock.

“Would be pretty difficult to sleep with that, though.”

“You’re such a tease.” He mumbles into your neck, kneading softly at your breasts. He rolls his hips forwards slightly, using your hand for friction on his increasingly hard cock.

“Are you flying tomorrow?” Your head falls back to rest against his shoulder, his lips sucking softly at the curve of your neck. His realization courses through him like relief, you can practically feel it.

His head shakes quickly. “In a classroom all day.”

Your palm squeezes softly around the tent in his shorts, a quiet hum, mock consideration, leaving your lips. His hands push at the shirt, slowly dragging it up your middle and tugging it over your head.

His eyes feel heavy on you, hands trailing featherlight along your sides. Bradley reached out slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he takes hold of the band in your hair. He’s especially gentle as he takes it down and turns his face towards your hair.

Illuminated by the soft light of the bedside table, Bradley’s becoming increasingly gentle with you — each time that you’ve slept with him recently, you can feel that he’s being more careful than he would normally be. He knows that you’re sore and more tired than you would normally be, but he never once declines the opportunity to have you.

Today is no exception as he turns you towards him, palms skimming along your back, squeezing at your ass as he holds you against him. Laying you down slowly on your shared bed, he notices your lips quirk softly as he covers your body with his.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You give a small shake of your head and lift to kiss him, still smiling when you pull back. He squints at you, studying the amusement on your features. It just makes you want to smile, is all. Him being so wordlessly soft; knowingly gentle. It doesn’t take a conversation or a warning. He knows your limits.

He knows you so well these days. The kind of shampoo or deodorant to pick up. Exactly which spots to press his fingers harder into when he’s giving you a foot rub. Exactly how to make you scowl at him and melt into his arms moments later when he’s being annoying. Your chest heaves with a particularly deep breath.

Bradley’s lips are on your chest, his hands skimming along your thighs, kneading at the flesh.

“Tell me you want me.” It’s a pant, really, just breathless. He rocks himself against your core, sitting back on his knees and squeezing at your hips. He takes that plush, pink bottom lip between his teeth and just stares down at you with the prettiest mahogany coloured eyes you’ve ever seen.

Teasing at an almost smile, you bite the inside of your cheek to contain it. A soft shake of your head and he smiles back at you. You glance down, watching him palm over the tent in his shorts. Finally, you meet his gaze once more. “I don’t think your ego can handle being any bigger than it already is.”

“It can take a little more,” Bradley hums. He exhales, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he watches his ring and index fingers dip through your folds, gathering your excitement on the digits. “Tell me you want me.”

You do. So badly that it makes you hot. Makes your muscles go tense. Makes your chest tighten.

“I want you,” It’s an admission that you never would’ve given him months ago, weeks ago even. There’s a lot about you now isn’t the same as it was a few months ago. It’s right on the tip of your tongue. I love you. It’s insane — terrifying, actually. You swallow and stick to what you know, “I want you.”

It would slip so effortlessly off of your tongue. When he’s buried into you, breathing hard into your ear, your face buried into the curve of his neck and god — he still smells exactly like him, now mixed with your body wash that he’s adamant he doesn’t steal. So natural, just another breathless, meaningless exhale in the middle of sex.

“You feel so good,” Bradley groans out, his thick fingers sliding along the nape of your neck and up into your hair. He curls them into your roots and flexes his fist just softly. Just the right amount of tug, a gentle pull that has you moaning against his jugular. “Fuck, baby… you…”

He turns his head, lips grazing your jaw and working lazily along to your lips. When he gets there, finally, it feels like your heart is going to explode out of your chest. He kisses you slowly, his tongue in your mouth and his hand in your hair. In your shared bed.

The mattress is softer here and he never wakes up with a sore neck because of the shitty pillows. Sometimes he wakes up with a sore neck because of how his body is wound around yours, but he doesn’t mind that as much. Moaning into his mouth as he fucks into you slowly.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

A breath catches in your throat and you aren’t sure whether it’ll turn into a laugh or a cry. Ultimately, it settles into a soft moan, your breath tickling his earlobe and making him shiver. Then, it becomes a laugh. He sits back on his knees to get a good look at that grin on your face.

Stretching out his shoulders, he guides your thighs over the tops of his. He gives them a soft squeeze and slows down a little, giving a breathless nod. “I mean it. You’re so fucking perfect, just like this.”

He wets his lips with his tongue, eyes trailing ever so slowly along your body, rocking his hips forwards tenderly. Briefly, you think that he’s going to say it. It doesn’t happen. Just more expletives, shallow breaths, eager grunts. More kisses, his hands on your skin.

After, when you’re settled into his old basketball shirt, under your sheets, and he is wrapped around your body from behind, his big palm sprawled out over your stomach — you’re okay with it. The silent knowledge that he must be on the same page.

The next morning, he has to be up before the sun is even halfway risen. He’s growing proficient at doing it without waking you. Showering silently and dressing in the bathroom, laying his clothes out the night before. It always makes you stir when he slips back into the room and leaves you with a chaste kiss on the lips, and a soft peck at the top of your rounded stomach. Still, you’re okay with that too.

You squirm a little, laying back against that perpetually uncomfortable plastic-leather mix exam chair. The gel is a lot more uncomfortable when you’re still hot from the mid-day Florida heat than it had been on those snowy mornings back in Virginia. Still, it’s all routine by this point. The cold jelly on your stomach, comfy pants that can easily be pushed down a little, warm sweater to combat the always high air conditioning.

You’re missing the part of your routine that has always made you comfiest: Jake sitting outside in the waiting room. He’s states away, Bradley’s stuck in work, you’re all on your own. It’s just a routine check up — just to check if he’s breach. You’ve been telling yourself that all morning. It hasn’t stopped you from sitting on the carpeted floor of his nursery and staring at his crib, still in the box.

Your heart swells at the idea of meeting him. You’ve been picturing him a lot recently. Your nose, Bradley’s lips. Soft morning cuddles, sleepless nights, constant diaper changes — it’s easy enough to tell yourself that you’re ready, it’s just more of a complicated thing to be certain that you are. Even if you’re not ready, he’ll be here in a few short weeks. You need to remind Bradley to pick up screws for his crib.

The doctor’s brows knit together, she adjusts her glasses and wiggles the wand a little bit, then looks back to you. “Hm, have you been experiencing reduced movement at all, Miss Seresin?”

The question throws you. Blinking at her, chilled from the whir of the air conditioning, you shake your head. Your throat squeezes. “No, not at all. He was kicking a lot last night.”

Both of you look back to the screen. He’s moving now. Little legs just kicking softly in that familiar black and white hue. A quick glance across, you stare at your sweater on the chair where Bradley should be sitting. It’s too cold in here. You’re not sure if you’re allowed to move to get the sweater.

“Hm,” She nods her head slowly. Her face is calm enough, her tone doesn’t give you any clues. The thought that crosses your mind hits you like a speeding semi. Blunt force, speeding — out of left field. Six and a half months of no contact and all of a sudden, sitting alone in this exam room, too cold, you want your Mom.

It’s clear that you’re panicking, and the doctor continues with as much caution as she can. She speaks to you like she’s trying to soothe a crying child, but it isn’t patronising. Her neatly groomed brows raise at you, “Any fatigue, bleeding, stomach pains?”

“I’ve been tired, I guess.” You squeak. She softens, reaching out and placing her hand into yours. Your throat tightens. “Is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s just looking a little bit smaller than we would have expected for this stage in the pregnancy,” Your heart sinks, and the side of the exam table suddenly feels especially empty without Bradley there. The doctor continues on as comfortingly as she can. “I’d just like to run a few tests while you’re here — just to make sure that we’re prepared to make the end of your pregnancy as safe and comfortable as possible.”

As she turns and leaves you trapped in that little grey room with the closed blinds, shutting out any semblance of sunlight, all that you can think about is the first appointment that Bradley ever came to with you. Everything going on back then and how badly you had wanted him to not even show up. How confusingly nice it had felt to have him holding your hand through it. Your head falls back against the exam chair and your eyes burn with tears.

You leave the office with a pamphlet on fetal growth restriction, potential causes and side-effects. It might not be that, she tells you, some babies are just smaller and that’s just fine. They just want to keep a close eye on you these last few weeks. Early delivery is a possibility.

You’re dialing the number out of pure instinct. Flowing tears, running to Mommy — there’s a natural link there. Some kind of hardwired impulse, probably. Chest heaving, blinking back searingly hot tears, you listen to it ring and ring. It’s just a Wednesday morning, maybe she’s at the office. It just keeps on ringing.

Bradley frowns as he listens to the busy dial tone, pulling back and checking his phone. You’d promised to call him when you got out of the appointment. He checks down at his watch. Maybe Jake got a couple of minutes to call you. He has to be back in class. He texts you that he’ll catch you at home and turns.

If his mind were clearer, he might have noticed the stare on him as he turned. The familiar blue eyes, blown wide open. Maverick pales at the sight of the boy at the end of the hallway. Familiar sandy brown curls, a brief look at Bradley’s face. The mustache he had been trying to grow when Mav saw him last has grown in now. Maverick swallows.

He hasn’t seen this kid in almost two years. Not a single phone call or text. He hadn’t even known where Bradley was living after he moved out of the house in Norfolk. And now he’s here, standing at the end of a hallway in a random Navy base that Mav wasn’t even supposed to be at this week. Dressed in his khakis, he’s a kind of familiar that makes Pete Mitchell’s stomach churn.

“Bradley?”

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Wukong may have not even meant to tell then about his pregnancy and the reason he had been seeking immortality. Like, he was probably not used to talking to people outside of his newfound family (something he and Sandy have been working on) and the last time he'd probably seen even half of these people was probably either when he was thrown in the Furnace, sealed under the mountain, or dealing eith some other negative event. Be had exactly 0 friendly memories with most of these people who now hold the fate of his long lost mate's soul in the palms of their hands. So he panicked when a bunch of the nobility started digging up his past crimes, all crimes he had been pardoned for by going onto that Journey mind you, and may have been trying to find a way to e plain it when he accidentally blurts out the truth.

Prosecution: Are wr really going to listen to a monkey who caused so much having and destruction!? Who stole the immortality peaches, and wine, and Lao Tzu's own elixir of immortality!? Who attempted to perform a coup!?

Wukong, bit really he was speaking aloud: It's not like I even wanted to actually perform the coup. That was Azure's crazy ass idea, I just wanted the fucking immortality so the cub would be born safely...

Prosecution: ...What cub?

Wukong *The most guilty and horrified look as he realizes the entire court had heard him*: Oh shit...

Referencing.

Wukong forgot from years of semi-isolation to keep his thoughts to himself. The gasps and loud arguing that erupted amongst the court was almost deafening.

Luckily the Monkey King's mate was too shocked to stay tight-lipped as he normally would;

Macaque, from the prisoner dock: "That's why you were collecting immortalities!? Peaches, why didn't you tell me?"

Wukong: "Because I knew you'd try stopping me if I told you!"

Macaque: "DAMN STRAIGHT I WOULD'VE! Having the cub could still kill you! I don't want to have to choose between you and our infant!"

Wukong, emotional: "I had already experienced half an eternity without you Plums... I thought if I could have this baby, I'd at least be able to tell them the stories of The Hero and the Warrior in your stead ."

Macaque: *stuttering with a deep blush* "Y-you remembered my plays...?"

Wukong, smiling fondly: "It was always the troops' favorite story. You tell it better than I ever could though."

Macaque: *too in-love to comment* ( *///•)

The Gods and Celestials: *surprised/aww'd telenovela noises*

Gold Star (judge): *has to quickly call for order less the arguing continues and derails the trial*

Everyone present in the court room is immediately fixated on the defence. It's literally the most interesting thing they've seen/heard in milennia.

[lightlycareless]

Au where y/n takes her daughter to go see the barbie movie 🥺🥺🥺

Heya anon!

I'm sorry I took a while to respond, but I never forgot about this ask!

I gotta say, I was happy when I got it; I was in the middle of a trip I didn't enjoy very much, so it gave me something to look forward to when I got back home! So thank you so much for this and your patience!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️

As always, here is thy chapter warnings: pure fluff, a bit of... innuendos but like slightly, almost invisible, it's Y/N and Naoya being gross with one another, like a true couple lol. And some of the topics that the Barbie movie talks about.

Without any further ado, happy reading!

It took me a while to decide whether Y/N would take her daughter to watch the Barbie movie or not, considering its PG-13 (I’m going with the idea that she’s not a teenager yet, maybe around 7-8?) and it has some topics that someone that young might not understand or become frightened by them you know? At least that’s what I thought when trying to put myself in the situation if I had a kid that would want to see the movie.

But after going through that dilemma, I’ve finally decided that Y/N would definitely take her daughter to see it, but only once she checked some things first of course!!

Let’s set a bit of context first.

I’m assuming you must know what my fixation, or major one at least, is so imma say Y/N and Naoya met during college, fell in love, got married, and after a while (not so much, they wanted a family ASAP) and had a lovely daughter named Naomi 😊

Naoya is the “breadwinner” per se, the one that works most of the time to provide his family with a good lifestyle, and that he certainly did. He initially bought a small apartment when it was still just the two of you, because in your own words, “with him at the office, and yours in your, there’s no need for that many rooms.”

That immediately changed when your pregnancy was announced. If anything, it seemed there were not enough rooms now.

“Our baby needs a room to play with her toys. But what if she wants to draw, or paint?”

“We’ll set up a room for that, that way she won’t dirty her toys.”

“And if she wants to play with her plushies? I’m afraid she’ll get hurt by the soft-hard contrast of each other!”

“We can’t take any risks; I’ll order a plush upholstered room just for that—”

“No, all the rooms! What if she accidentally trips and hits herself?!”

Of course, they didn’t follow through with that, because after sharing their plans with fellow relatives, they were quickly talked out of it. Saying that it wasn’t for the good of the baby to grow up so sheltered, and their wallets. Something that Naoya didn’t really pay attention to, eventually convinced otherwise when suggested that instead of spending money on that, it could be saved in literally anything else.

Cue the expensive, never-ending gifts from Naoya. Whatever his girls wanted, they would get—he’s the next CEO to his family’s company, it would be stupid to act like he wasn’t!

Because he’s so doting in one aspect, he’s a bit reserved in the other, at least outwardly… and a bit inwardly too since this is all new territory for him—He didn’t grow up in a loving household where words and displays of affection would be done, but Naoya is really trying his best.

He still cares for you and Naomi, of course, he just lets money do the talking for him.

But worry not, where he lacks, that’s where you step in!

Taking the role of “stay at home mom” once announced your pregnancy, you’re the one that ends up all the time with Naomi, showering her affection, reminding her how much she’s loved by the two, as well as keeping Naoya up to date when he’s away.

Wherever Naomi went, pictures needed to be taken: either posing near the ducks of her favorite garden, showing off her new acquisition (you always bought something for her, whether she asked for it or not) or just enjoying a scoop of ice cream in a hot day, or when picking her up when school—didn’t matter, it had to be shared, and Naoya appreciated all of those pictures, keeping them in a dedicated album for him to look back on to when he’s feeling particularly down, although he always ends up a bit regretful because he wishes he could be there in person.

Because of your closeness to her, you’re the first person she runs to tell of her day, or whatever crosses her mind, thus Barbie comes into your life.

Outside of the craze that seemed to taint every living thing with pink, your closeness with her is what led you to learn that Naomi wants to see the Barbie movie, which you were more than happy to oblige to as you usually did, until of course, this became the first exception.

You always liked going to the movies with her because it usually meant an amazing day out altogether. It was either going to the park first, getting something to eat later, and watching a movie at the end of the day; or anything else really, whatever Naomi felt like doing—it didn’t really matter, because going out with her was enough for you.

In fact, as soon as Naomi came to you, with her big adorable golden eyes and her even cuter smile to tell you how she wanted to see Barbie —which you were waiting for, really, it’s what everyone has been talking about after all— you immediately pulled out your phone to buy tickets… but upon seeing the rating, you stopped.

It was the first time you’d have to tell her a maybe, instead of the decisive yes she was accustomed to, making her frown and pout out of confusion.

“Oh, it’s nothing! It’s just that I remembered I had some things already planned with my friends, but I’ll let you know when we can go, ok?” you smile, gently ruffling her hair before pulling her into a tight hug and peppering her cheeks with endless kisses, only ceasing when she whined you to stop.

You’d let her be soon after, while you… well, continued to debate whether to take her to the movie or not.

After all, the whole world seemed to be in on it: the dressing in pink, greeting each other Barbie, or Ken, blasting the classic song from Aqua and singing along to it… it was only natural that your cute daughter wanted to be on it too, hell, you even the parents of her classmates being on it too!!

As days went on, and you still had to make a decision, guilt began to settle inside you for having unwittingly made Naomi feel excluded.

You attempted to mend this by changing her school supplies to all pink, decorating her hair with pink accessories—clips, ribbons, diadems, you call it, she has it— or styling her uniform with whatever was allowed to be pink. Her school actually bent the rules to comply to the children’s wants, after being… “persuaded” by the parents to do so—talk about the privileges of being in a private institution!

It didn’t take long after that before Naoya was deeply intrigued by her daughter’s newest obsession; first it was some show she watched when she was younger, then it was zebras, and now, the color pink.

Ever the one to ignore things he considered mainstream, more so when they extended beyond his realm of interest, this caught him completely off guard; even getting the point of believing he was going mad because once he saw his daughter obsess with the color, he began to see it everywhere.

It was in Naomi’s school supplies, her clothes, even bedroom, everywhere he glanced, pink was in. Sure, by that point he was really intrigued to know the reason behind this craze, but it still wasn’t enough for him to ask.

If that’s what his baby wanted to be happy, then he’ll oblige. He wasn’t like those parents that didn’t have money to subsidy their children’s interests, so he was for sure not going to act like one.

His curiosity would only get the best of him one night when laying beside you in bed.

Naoya had other plans in mind for the night, which were quickly foiled upon seeing you hyper focused on nothing but your phone, scrolling through endless and endless pages of stores, social media, and articles, all relating to the cause behind his wonder: Barbie.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” he’d finally relent after minutes and minutes of being ignored, resting his head over your shoulder and draping an arm over your waist. “Surely your phone can’t be much more interesting that me.”

“No, of course not” You smirk, getting into a more comfortable position so he could see what you were looking at. “But I have to this first, or I won’t be able to sleep!”

“Is that what’s keeping you up at night?” you sigh.

“It’s Naomi—she wants to see the movie, but I don’t know if it’s the right thing.”

“What’s this?” he smirks “You? Telling her no? That’s a first.”

“And it hurts me to do it!” You pout, he kisses your cheek.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“Because the movie is actually much deeper than I thought, and I don’t know if our pumpkin is ready for that.”

“What the hell can a movie about dolls talk about?” he scoffs, voicing the same thought you had when seeing the rating.

“Very interesting topics, actually.” you explain, and he raises his eyebrows. “Social topics”

“Oh”

“Yeah, and I don’t know if she’s ready for them yet” you sigh again, before turning off your phone and putting it to the side, finally allowing you to snuggle against Naoya, who didn’t hesitate to move in a way that allowed your head to rest on his chest.

“I don’t recall ever worrying about those things when I was her age, but I guess it can only go two ways” you say.

“Which are…?”

“She either learns from this or is horrified by it!” you shrill “And I don’t want to scare her! If only could know what kind of reaction she’ll have beforehand!!”

“Why don’t you watch the movie first before deciding whether to take her or not?” he suggests, and at that moment, like the sun breaking the horizon, a new opportunity opens before you.  

“That’s it! That’s exactly what I could do! And once I see it with my own eyes, I can debate whether it’s suitable for her or not” you look up to him, eyes glistening with excitement. “How about it, hm? Shall we go to the movies, like we used to back in the day?”

Naoya hesitates, for he doesn’t want to be seen watching that movie, but your pleading eyes, the same one Naomi uses when she wants something, as well as the cause behind it, gets through him, and soon finds himself complying to your demands—not like he didn’t do so anyways, but truly, you and his daughter have him wrapped around their finger.

“Alright” he murmurs with a pout. “I Guess I could clear up my schedule and go.”

You giggle, admiring how he loves to play hard to get, as if he wouldn’t drop everything for his family.

It’s quite charming, cute even, and you feel so lucky that only you can see that side of him. Although you wished he’d be a bit more open with Naomi…

“I knew I could trust you to clear up my mind” you smile, snuggling further against him. “My dear husband.”

“I’m glad I was of help, but…” he begins slowly, one of his hands sliding further and further down your body. “I know another way to clear up your mind, I can show you if you’d like.”

You bite your lower lip, face flustered as you around, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Well, we can’t be too sure.”

You end up buying tickets for a showing two the days after, the day Naoya took off to go with you—it’s one of the perks of being so high up the chain in his job, he doesn’t need to give explanations or why he’s not going to work, he can just do it and that’s it.

Doesn’t mean his co-workers won’t inquire about it, more so when his day off was in the most random of dates.

Knowing this, the two end up going to a theater of his choosing, far away from the ones he considered busy, but still up to his standards, and of course, with extra cautionary steps to avoid being followed by his pesky relatives, and subsequently recognized.

“Naoya, honey, this is too much.” You’d say when walking towards the entrance, hand-in-hand with your husband. “Don’t you think we’re… attracting too much attention like this?”

Naoya wanted to go undercover, discreetly as possible so as to avoid suspicions, although his definition of discreet greatly varied from one another.

While you decided to wear a pair of jeans, and a comfortable pink hoodie (gotta follow the trend)… Naoya decided to go full on… well, he looked good, that’s all you’re going to say.

“What? Just because we’re going undercover doesn’t mean we’re going to do it… like that” he says, referring to an unsuspecting movie-goer and their… seemingly underdressed appearance. You gently elbowed him. He groans.

“Don’t be rude” you scold. “Besides, we’re standing out too much.”

You tried to be solidary to his appearance by wearing a pair of black shades, but now that you compare yourself to literally everyone else, it looks like you’re both part of the Men in Black.

“Then what do you suggest?” he asks, rubbing his arm where it still hurts.

“Lose the glasses” you suggest with a pout. “We look like total weirdos going into a building with them…”

“Hey, you agreed to it.”

“I mean, that was before we got here. It’s not my fault I just realized how silly we look” you say, swiftly taking off your glasses and placing them on their respective case before putting them away. “There, much better—besides, you’re too handsome to be hiding behind them!”

“That’s what it was, eh?” Naoya smirks, taking off his glasses; you grab them. “You just wanted to see me.”

You blush.

“And what about it?” you look away. “It’s been a while since we’ve gone out on a date just the two of us… not that I mind going out with Naomi, but… you know… it’s not the same.”

He sighs, giving you a smile before pulling your hand to his lips and kissing it. “I promise to go out more with you—just the two of us.”

Your heart flutters.

“I’d like that.”

After promises were made, you and Naoya go ahead to check in, deciding to buy popcorn and a drink—at first your husband said he didn’t want anything, saying something about a diet or so, but after getting a taste he succumbed to them immediately.

Once finding your seats and getting comfortable, the movie finally begins.

There isn’t much commentary to give at the beginning, outside of laughing at some of the silly scenes (mainly on your part, Naoya just scoffs) and how suddenly dark it gets from time to time. But outside of that, you and Naoya seem to think of the movie as… well, adequate for their daughter, nothing extraordinary, it certainly has the silliness she enjoys, making them wonder why it even got that PG-13 rating…

Until, of course, “real world” part; that’s when you and Naoya understand why many people thought this movie might be inappropriate for younger children.

There’s a lot of topics most kids don’t even fathom yet, ones that need the appropriate guidance of a caring adult, so they know how to handle them when they reach certain maturity.

It doesn’t take long before you and Naoya began to envision how confused Naomi was going to be upon seeing Barbie getting catcalled, kicked out of her house, the sudden change of behavior from the rest of the Barbie’s, and overall, the dilemma Ken has regarding his relationship with her.

But most importantly, the main point of the movie: existential crisis.

While Naomi would most definitely not understand that, or any of the past points, you and Naoya would feel the movie to be hitting “a bit too close to home” having been forced to reflect on these issues in the past as the young adults they were, either for their own individualism, careers, or their future as a couple…

Soon, they no longer worried how this would affect Naomi, but rather, how it spoke to them.

And by the time screening ended, lights turned on abruptly and revealing your and Naoya’s response to it: teary eyed, soaked cheeks, and speechless.

Your husband was quick to cover his face, putting his glasses on before anyone else got to see him in that state, whilst cursing how “there’s no respect nowadays” as he dried the tears on his cheek. You, on the other hand, simply wiped the tears out of your face, careless if anyone else saw you like that because first, it was a darn good movie, so yeah, you cried because of it. And secondly, you weren’t the only one crying in that room so who cares…

It's only until they get into the car that they realize one of the messages of the movie, at least the one they could relate to the most: their baby girl was growing.

In a few years, she’d be a teenager, bringing along all the struggles that come with such age, and then, a woman. One that will have to face the world on her own—because even if they will always be there to support her, there are some battles only she could take.

No one ever said raising a child was easy, less in a society as harsh as the one they lived in, but even with all their fears, it was something both still looked forward to. To create memories together, guide her through this difficult thing called life, and see Naomi grow into the wonderful person she was bound to become.

Getting the overwhelming need to see their daughter, you and Naoya skipped the rest of their plans and headed straight back home, where Naomi was eagerly waiting for them alongside her nanny.

The child was undeniably happy to see her parents back home, always did, but at this moment she couldn’t be anything but surprised when Naoya was the first one to rush to her, picking her up in her arms and giving her the tightest hug he could without hurting her.

“What’s wrong, papa?” Naomi would eventually ask upon feeling his hug go uncharacteristically longer than it usually does, as if him hugging her wasn’t weird on its own.

“Uh—nothing.” Naoya would say, doing his best to hide the tears in his eyes and the tremble in his voice. “Can’t I hug my princess?”

And while she’s never one to deny affection, Naomi can’t stop herself from looking at you perplexedly, as if seeking the answers of her confusion from you.

But you only reassure her with a smile, walking towards them and joining their hug. It’s then that Naomi concedes to simply accept her parent’s doting, nuzzling against Naoya as she reciprocates the hug, as much as her small arms could.

“How about we go out to eat?” Naoya suggests, looking at her with a smile. “We can go anywhere you want, pumpkin.”

Her eyes twinkle, for it’s no secret she’d been waiting for the perfect moment to suggest this place—not like she needed to, but she likes to organize her dates. You and Naoya chuckle, kissing her on the cheek, each on one side, a gesture that makes her blush out of embarrassment.

It’s safe to say that after careful consideration, both decided to take Naomi to watch Barbie, dressed up in the cutest, pinkest, most adorable outfit you could put together—with you and Naoya to match along, although more discreetly in your husband’s part, he still doesn’t get the pink trend, less when he was suddenly called Ken.

And as expected, the movie was a total success to Naomi, although there were moments where she’d look confused, but those were nothing compared to the ones where she’d laugh out loud.

Overall, it was a movie she greatly enjoyed, even with the confusions that came along: ones that both you and Naoya were prepared for, having long understood this could be the perfect opportunity to introduce to her.

She’ll understand half of it, perhaps even less than that, but it didn’t matter, for both were ready to support and guide her through every step, like the good parents they swore to be the moment her existence was announced—and that’ll never change. Even after the Barbie craze ends, when Naomi grows and no longer lives with them, they’ll never stop loving and supporting her.

Extra:

“How was your week—” Ranta freezes mid-greeting when something… peculiar catches his sight.

“What?” Naoya asks, not bothering to glance up from the paperwork he’s supposed to finish before the day ends.

“Is that—is that a pink tie?” he says, taking a closer look at the pastel pink garment contrasting against his black suit.

“Got a problem with it?” Naoya sternly responds. One subtle gesture is sufficient to have Ranta immediately retract.

“No, of course not!” he shrieks, nervously waving his hands. “It’s just— it’s just different. It looks good on you though!”

“I know” your husband groans, eyes still intently looking onto his desk… before eventually lifting his gaze towards Ranta, cheeks slightly flustered. “…I just got it; do you think Naomi will like it?”

“Huh?” Ranta blinks, Naoya frowns. “Oh, I mean, yes! I’m sure she’ll appreciate it!”

It’s a sentence that makes a smile break through Naoya’s lips as he glances back down to his work, satisfied.

“I’m glad” He match to see the look on his baby’s face once back home, after all, he just bought a bunch of clothes to match with her.

A/N: not me making Naoya cry and cover it up with his shades lol. Ah, he's truly devoted to his family.

[002yb]

absolutely obsessed with your infertile!dickjay hcs!! but also curious about your take on a kind of opposite au: any thoughts on dickjay accidental pregnancy 👀👀

Thank you so much, anon!! You're so sweet. I've written up two accidental pregnancy scenarios below just for you~ I hope you enjoy!! (´∀｀)♡

Mistaken Infertility leading to Accidental Pregnancy 👀

Honest to goodness, they both wholeheartedly believe that children aren't in their futures. So when Jason gets pregnant he's very much alarmed because how the fuck.

Dick, too, is lost because how. Also, who?

And Jason doesn't take offense to that, given their circumstances, but he swears it's only Dick. It's only ever been -

Jason being spooked and concerned that Dick won't react to the news well. And Dick is reeling, for sure. But only because they're pregnant? Yes. They're going to have a pup? If Dick wants to.

And Dick - even if he thought he could, he would have never actively tried, but now that it's here and happening? The fact that this is a miracle aside, Dick could never not want to do this.

His smile is brilliant, devastating. They're having a pup. A litter? A pup! ANd that reaction. That pure joy gives Jason so much peace of mind and assurance; it soothes so many of the fears and stress Jason would have been battling with.

Dick taking Jason's face in his hands, squishing Jason's cheeks as he kisses him. It's little more than a peck before Dick is on his knees marveling Jason's stomach and Jason can't help the sputtered laugh as his abdomen receives a similar kiss. He's peppered with them until Jason falls to his knees too and they hug each other and it's sweet.

Proud papa!Dick telling everyone about their pup, about how Jason is going to be a mom and Dick gets to be a dad. It both embarrasses Jason and makes him all warm

Intense family of bats going feral over the news because it's Dick and Jason's pup and it's the first pup their pack will get and Bruce in particular is intense because he's gonna be a grandpa, a grandpalpha? He's happy. Hugs for his boys. Especially because he knows they were convinced they would never have the option, the choice.

Jason being genuinely happy to be having a pup with Dick, but pregnancy is a long standing fear of his so Jason is stressed; Dick is there with him though. He's terrified of being a dad - as terrified as he is thrilled. They're in this together though; they've got one another. And their pack who won't leave them alone. Just them working through insecurities together and it's lovely.

So many belly kisses. Jason gets annoyed with it because hello, he's still here too. Dick laughing but smothering Jason with affections until Jason shoves him away because ugh alphas

Refraining from the angst route but please do know that my default for Jason in these sorts of routes never fails to go tragic I'm just - o(-( the pain it hurts good

Extra Unplanned Pregnancy without the Infertility Storyline 👀

Where Dick has a no strings attached one night stand with Jason

It's literally a one-time casual encounter, one time; a quick one and done fling where they both let off steam and resolve a ridiculous amount of UST between them it's good

Contrary to popular belief, Dick isn't actually the sort to do that kind of thing. Despite any efforts, he's a traditional alpha; something he's been playfully teased about by friends

So for him to do this? He's a little proud of himself ngl.

But lbr Dick fails at casual right away because he's already thinking about doing it again. Consistently. A committed friends with benes situation where they don't see other people

Anyway, Dick is happy with how everything played out. Feels better than ever.

Relationships never end well for him, but this thing he fell into with Jason? They both left happy and no one got hurt in the end.

Little does he know 👀

And then from Jason's side:

Jason turning up on Dick's doorstep, agitated as all get out

Dick, hopeful and eager for a reprise because Jason doesn't just visit him out of the blue like this

And seriously right on the doorstep Jason just bluntly blurts out that he's pregnant. It's Dick's.

And Dick is just (ʘ‿ʘ) ???? because of course this couldn't be casual of course something like this would happen what in the goddamn omg okay this is fine but no it's not because Jason is clearly freaking out but so is Dick what do what ahhhhhhhh (internal)

Continuation to the above because Dick absolutely going through the full range of emotions from denial to acceptance; panic to excitement - all the feelings but ultimately tempering himself because Jason is very clearly going through his own thing and Dick needs to be there for him first and foremost as the baby daddy

Then it follows the usual storyline of the two of them deciding on what to do which is a rollercoaster of ups and downs and do we keep or not but what if this that and the other and they fall in love along the way and it's just a good time.

[magnolia-among-the-stars]

Dear August (Bradley Bradshaw pt. 2)

Summary: You and Bradley have been best friends since college and when he was stationed in North Island, you were thrilled that he would be back in your life. When things start to sour with Bradley’s girlfriend and she breaks things off, Bradley comes to you for drunken comfort. What happens when an accidental hookup brings along an unexpected positive pregnancy test threatens the state of your friendship?

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five

Tropes: friends to lovers, unexpected pregnancy, unrequited feelings

Word Count: 1600+

It was not fine as it turned out. As the bar began to get more and more crowded, Bradley disappeared from the pool table. You saw flickers of his torso across the hectic space, a flash or two of her bright eyes and braided hair as the two danced around each other. As you sat with Jake and Rueben, trying to keep your eyes on the intense match between Bob and Mickey at the dart board.

“You’re staring,” Jake says, his twang punching through the ringing buzz in your ear. You slide your elbows from the oak table and sigh, drowning the rest of your corona. “You gotta stop staring.”

“I didn’t want to come tonight,” you respond back, eyes steady on the couple collecting at a round table a few groups away. Bradley’s hand gestures are rapid, and Jenny is still. It makes you swallow.

“I would say I tried to stop it,” the man huffs out and adjusts his collar of his crisp white button up. Jake’s hair is grown out, a bit shaggy but it looks so soft as he searches your face. His arm, tucked on the back of the chair behind you, readjusts. His palm is warm as he gently touches your back, rubbing it in soothing circles. “You know how Rooster gets about you.”

And that was the crazy thing. Bradley had always been the one with the girlfriend. Always a female dotting around and following the suave, tanned pilot no matter how many Hawaiian shirts he draped along his body. Still, it didn’t matter when it came to his jealous of your attention, the aggressive fight for your time. Here was Jake, a handsome and admirable man. He was a man who easily could be persuaded into adorable dates and early morning coffee in bed, but you never would do that. All because of Bradley.

“Maybe we should date,” I mumble, finally turning to look into his forest green eyes. I find comfort there, a trust. But there is something else too and after a moment, I know he sees it too. Pure and genuine friendship. The comment makes a chuckle ripple out of his chest.

“We’ve tried that Dukes and we both know where your heart stands.” You nod, swallowing down the truth with a dry tongue. Your throat gets a bit itchy, skin scratchy as discomfort swarms your chest. It’s then that you notice the conversation between Bradley and Jenny has gone stale from the looks of it, the two-standing next to each other in silence as Bradley drowns his beer.

“What’s the acceptable rate of approval for getting shit faced tonight?” you ask Jake, turning to pay attention as Bob hits a bullseye.

“Mmmm,” Jake grins wickedly, closing an eye to evaluate the situation at play. “7/8 approval.”

“Magnificent,” you say, sliding off the chair to congratulate Bob on his win with your arms wide. You cheer for him for a second before heading to the bar to grab yourself a whiskey and Bob a root beer. Jimmy is only a second into pouring your double when a heavy weight plop down beside you at the bar top. You know the weight of the man before you see him, his mustache hairs curled in the wrong direction and fingernails scrapping along the varnish of the counter absentmindedly.

“You alright?” you ask him without looking, holding up two fingers to Jimmy. He nods and begins to pour another glass of bourbon.

“She broke things off,” Bradley’s voice shakes as he takes a shallow breath. When you finally get a good look at him, you can see how broken he looks. You step into his space, tugging him to you as he tries and falls to stop the tears.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, and you mean it, genuinely. Bradley thought Jenny was the one, just weeks ago dragging you with him to go looking for engagement rings. “Here,” you slide the drink over in front of him when he loosens his grip slightly.

“Thought you didn’t want get drunk tonight,” Bradley grumbles, his fingertips playing with the hem of your sleeve.

“My best friend needs me.”

Hours pass as the liquor flows through your veins and clouds your judgement as you continue to take shots and down glasses of whiskey together. Into the late hours of the night, you find your senses loosen and your filters shutting down as your arms twirl around Bradley’s thick waist tightly. Your cheek rests along the bulging of his strong bicep, on his tanned chest as he hums to the jukebox and spins you around between the chairs and the pool table.

Javy and Jake look on with knowing eyes at the two of you and being the drunk that you are, you stick your tongue out at the men in a meager attempt to silence their thoughts…they were too loud. You could feel Bradley’s hot breath wash over the bare skin of your shoulders, your knit sweater long forgotten on the back of some chair.

“We’re way too drunk,” Bradley’s voice is slightly higher pitched, his large hands squeezing the flesh of your hips while he tucks his head into the apex of your neck.

“Mmmmhmmm,” you agree, eyes sliding shut as you take in his aura and soaking up how close he is. “Feels needed,” you murmur as your head spins, enjoying the feeling. When you open your eyes, his brown eyes are there and he’s staring back at you. His gaze is warm and endearing as a stretch of a lazy smile creeps onto his face. You could the freckles on his cheeks, getting distracted by the beauty of his scars and the flush pink of his full lips. “You’re beautiful Bradley,” you breath and he swallows a shaky breath.

“It’s time to go,” he chuckles as the world feels like it’s spinning now, just the two of you existing on North Island, “You’re talking nonsense.”

“I am not. You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” He’s staring at you now, eyes narrowed as he searches your face for the butt of the joke, the punchline about to drop. But he comes up short, because there’s nothing more than truth and sincerity in the lines of your smile and the crinkle of your nose.

“We should go home,” Bradley’s breathless as his hand scampers down your side until he is scooping up yours. You stumble on your feet due to the ease of his long legs moving quickly through the bar. You barely register saying goodbye to the boys or paying out at Penny’s register. The cool, nighttime air washes over you however and soothes your cheeks as you turn left out of the door and down the street to Bradley’s beach house.

The walk feels both swift and everlasting, even though its only minutes until you’re climbing the stairs of his porch. It’s only then that he lets go of your sweaty hand to dig out his keys from his pocket. His brows raise as he continues to dig through his jeans and pats himself down. “Shit,” he grunts as he turns slightly around, doing a 180 before he looks at you.

“What?”

“I can’t find my keys,” his voice is a little far away as you lean up against the railing, your cheek smushed against the wooden banister.

“Oh no,” you pout, before eyeing the open window overlooking the kitchen sink a few yards away. Fits of laughter roll through the both of you when you find yourself scooped up on his shoulder as you try to nudge the window further open. “Bradley, stable, stable,” you mutter, tugging his curls slightly to steady yourself.

He’s giggling; a giraffe on their hind legs as he raises you up more until you can clutch onto the frame and pull yourself into the house. You slid into the sink, a wet spot growing on your ass cheek as your feet hit the linoleum tiles. “We did it,” you scream happily, cheering and raising your fists.

“Open the door Daisy,” your nickname rings out from below the window, and you jump toward the front door, forgetting Bradley momentarily. You fumble to unlock the door, tugging it open to see the big goof barrel through the door and tackle you to the ground. A squeal escapes you when your back lands on the floor, as gently as the man can muster and bursting out in laughter as you roll around.

You’re a heap of giggles on the floor, the two of you basking in the afterglow of booze and glowing moments until you glance over to see the twinkle in his eye. Slowly, your laughter dies down as you take in his existence and breath him in. You reach up to brush a curl out of his eyes, not knowing how close your faces were to each other until he’s leaning in. And you’re meeting him halfway, grazing your mouth along his in a methodical test. You pull back, frightened by the action but not having enough time to consider the consequences because he’s sliding you across the floor and onto his thighs.

His fingers are running through your hair and knotting in the curls while his hips are pressing up into you for friction. There’s no time to think or question yourself when he feels too good, when it feels like a dream. It’s all a messy blur of crumbled clothes being dragged off each other and bruised lips peppering each other’s bodies. You fall asleep that night in a naked haze of sweat and panting breathes, the glowing of the moon radiant against your skin.

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[sheikahwarriork]

Post war unplanned pregnancy dimileth in which Byleth had to leave because Dimitri lowkey ghosted her after a one night stand because he felt unworthy of her love.

But she came back per Gustave's request because of a new kingdom crisis. When Dimitri met her again he fell all over again but he is heartbroken because he thinks she already got to do her life since she is now is a mother of three and his very slim chance is gone.

Reader, all the kids are his. They were triplets. That Blaiddyd (TM) genes were at it again.

Gustave: *requesting Byleth to help Dimitri once again to stabilize the kingdom while lamenting the king is still unmarried and the Blaiddyd line is done for*

Byleth, who has been raising by herself three small blonde menaces with major crests of blaiddyd:

Background: One of her 3 year olds plucking a wholeass tree with their crest, 10 times their size, because his momma loves flowers and the tree had a lot of flowers while Gustave speaks. And the others kids running to search bigger flower trees for her.

Dimitri found out they were his when one of them mistook Areadbhar for an ugly stick and tried to use it to search for earthworms for their mom's fishing and accidentally activated atrocity.

YAAAAAS i love dimi being a dumbass clueless of byleth's feelings

id like to think of this headcanon as post three hopes: byleth got recruited into the kingdom army, she and dimitri [REDACTED] and then she left while being pregnant after the war ended. both of them have feelings for each other but are unaware of the others'

gustave calls her back after a few years and dimitri is all sad and grumpy seeing his beloved the ashen demon got over their little one-night adventure (unlike him) so that she has a family of her own (even tho... wheres the father?? what kind of man could have left this beautiful woman all alone with three children????? children that are particulary cute..... with their blonde hair and green eyes........ dimitri cant stop thinking about his old fantasy of having a family with her and how much they look like his dreamed-children...... well what a funny coincidence!)

since its hopes, jeralt is still around but he doesnt know who the real father is. when he sees the king playing around with his grandchildren he goes <.< but says nothing. too much to deal with

one day, dimitri talks to byleth about his worries of not having a wife yet bc blayddid bloodline blabla...... byleth is like 👁_👁 while thinking about how well dimitri f*cked her all those years ago and his desk looks great for getting pregnant again...........

the little three menaces children go around the castle causing troubles but everybody already loves them. one day dedue tries to teach them to cook and when he saw one of the children eating leaf-spices [how are they called those like laurel?? lol] thinks "hm. already saw that but cant recall when or where"

and then your last scene dear anon. dimitri looks at that child with disbelief... ofc his first thought is "did the ashen demon meet someone else with the crest of blayddid?? who are they??? could it be...... RUFUS?!?!?!??!?!" bc hes dumb as fuck. dimitri is still looking at his child when byleth arrives and grabs the baby, lecturing them about taking someone else's things without permission, but smiles fondly when the child hands her the worms they found. dimitri is MESMERIZED by her smile and loses his composture. he drops by his knee and says, "miss eisner... i am aware you already have another significant other in your life since you two have children, but... i cannot bear the sight of you raising them alone. please let me take care of them, of you... please let me be their father and your husband"

byleth: 👁_👁 "you DUMBASS they are already YOURS. always have been"

dimitri: *brain stopped working* "oh! i... see..."

byleth: "the marriage thing can still be arranged. yk. since we're not married."

dimitri: *hes in paradise or what??* "you... youd like to marry me????"

byleth: *oh my sothis help me* *kisses dimitri* "pretty much so." and smiles again

they get married the next day and one month later byleth is pregnant again eheh. the blayddid bloodline requires a lot of heirs and they are both happy to indulge in it

[silverlistenstothings]

hnnn okay but especially with twins running in the family, sparrow probably didn’t know how many kids he would end up having, we also don’t know if accidental pregnancy played a role in either/both hero and normal’s conceptions (like with the uncertainty over whether sparrow or lark is normal’s bio dad)

anyway imagine having this kid in the midst of the apocalypse, maybe being the first of the kiddads to have a baby. hero seems like a unisex name he and rebecca could’ve had picked out before they knew the gender, or maybe it just felt right. imagine holding this tiny baby with the name hero and being so unsure about what the future holds, so full of love and fear for the world she has to grow up in and everything she might become because of you and every messed up thing about you you’re worried you’ve passed on to her or will accidentally instill in her. but her name is hero and I don’t think you ever really get away from the idea that she is saving you, even if it’s selfish, even if that’s a horrible thing to place on a kid. you love her and she makes you feel less shitty. she loves you and needs you and being her father is the most worthwhile purpose your life has ever had. and her name is hero and she is everything everything everything and you would burn down this world and the forgotten realms and hell itself and every plane in between for her.

she’s a firstborn- it’s just different. because when you have your second kid, you understand a bit more what being a father is but the feeling still hits like a tidal wave, having this tiny boy in your arms. and the selfishness of naming her hero and never quite removing her from that word hasn’t left you, stands in stark definition now, and you’ve been fighting and fighting still for a safe world for her, and she’s a little older and you knew before, but it’s hitting more now that she is not inheriting the contentions real world you got to grow up in. she doesn’t have the sun, or the night sky. people raise their kids differently. there is this underlying tension in everyone, and she has never not known it and she has never not felt it living in everyone else. she almost never had a chance, with a name like that- hell, you’re still hoping she saves you, in that darkest most horrible part of you. it’s so exhausting to be fighting and half-hopeless and so filled with hate for yourself and to be carrying such a tangled web of feelings for your family, especially for your brother. it isn’t fair and you hate yourself for it but you hope she makes things better, because she always makes things a little better for you.

but with the second one comes all of that and you pass that exhausted projection on to him. you want all the hardship to be over, the horribleness within you to end. and it could end with him- he could be normal, normally swallows-oak-garcia. every good thing in you that never had the chance to grow up because the world ended because of the bad thing inside you and your brother, it can still grow here, inside him. and you’ll do a good job keeping all the bad stuff out and letting it flourish, no more familial stabbing or weirdness.

you never knew you wanted normal. when you were growing up you just wanted chaos, chaotic power and chaotic love and chaotic excitement and danger and adventure, duels to the death and glory and heroics. the ache of it took a long time to settle in. but now your day job still leaves you sitting on the edge of the tub at night wrapping yet another bandage around your arm. one of your best friends holds to blood and battle to feel real, revels in it and hates it, can’t seem to stay grounded without it. your wife slept with your brother and you know he’s sorry but you can’t quite tell if she is, or what she’s ever really thinking. who else would stay through all this, though, still be happy to bring a second child into this chaotic life with you. you will never never be normal and that used to make you special, still does in the worst way. but he could be. no barry or henry this time, it’s your turn to raise an oak boy and you will not fuck this up. he’ll be safe. he’ll be normal.

you love hero, so much. of course you do. but it’s normal you watch, try to protect, try to control-but-just-a-little-bit-in-a-good-way. she can be whatever and whoever she wants to be, you’ve always hoped she would be great. he can’t veer too far down your path, though, or your father’s, or your brother’s, can’t be too out-of-place, can’t indulge quite so much in that horrible little part of you you know he’s inherited. he needs friends but he doesn’t need a group like yours or your father’s. you watch grant start to realize that around the same time you do and you don’t fight the separation of your families. anything to make his life more normal. your father always told you and your brother what special boys you were, and now all you want for your son is for him to be desperately average.

(anyway I saw your post about hero and normal’s names and they probably didn’t fully understand their parents’ reasons for naming them the way that did, so of course that’s gonna just breed sibling resentment, but I hope someday they’ll be able to stand back from it all and see their father and realize why, and see each other and understand a bit better what was placed on each of them)

Hey man. Maybe it’s because it’s two am but this shit hits. I’m shaken and speechless. Good Fucking Post anon. You are so right.

[sunlightmurdock]

My Future in You | 1.0 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: allusions to sex, eventual accidental pregnancy, angst, drama etc etc, enemies to lovers if you wanna call it that, no major warnings in this chapter

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Your next appointment is on the twenty-sixth of January. You make it twenty-five days without contact from Bradley.

Bradley wakes up from his nap on January first to Jake yelling at him, asking what he did to piss you off this time. Bradley crosses the hall and finds your stuff gone from Jake’s room. He takes the hint. First you fuck someone else and then you move out without telling him. He hasn’t been ghosted before, but he has done it often enough to know what it looks like.

It doesn’t feel good. In fact, Bradley spends a couple of days feeling outright guilty. He checks his phone a couple of times an hour and considers that maybe he was a little harsh. Then he remembers, promptly after, exactly what he overheard when you were with Ryan - and then he’s mad all over again.

Bradley knows that Jake would tell him if there was something he needed to know, but that doesn’t stop him from silently wondering why the fuck Jake has stopped telling him about you. He thinks about you when he’s supposed to be studying. Tapping his pencil against an open textbook. Wondering if you’re still seeing that douchebag.

Wondering if he’s supposed to be okay with his baby having a stepdad.

He doesn’t want his kid to have a step-dad. He never had one and he turned out just fine. Bradley’s pencil snaps in his fist. Just. Fine.

Jake has noticed the steady-stream of girls that Bradley talks to coming by the house less and less. Bradley’s spending more time at the library. Jake figures that’s a good thing. That he isn’t messing with your head, and that he isn’t messing with any of the other girls on this campus.

Ryan spends most of January with you. Library dates on your campus, movie nights at your apartment, walks through the park. He celebrates with you when you get your grades back. He doesn’t question it when you tell him you don’t drink. He likes iced coffee, science fiction movies and video games. He’s been giving you a steady stream of two-player video game suggestions all month.

You’re thinking about taking him up on his offer.

He’s so cute, and so smart - he actually helps when you’re studying instead of just saying you’ll get it. The sex is probably the best you’ve ever had. He kisses your forehead when you’re falling asleep and your cheek when you’re waking up. He was in a band when he was younger. He played guitar for you last night.

“You sure I can’t come to that appointment with you? - I can drive, we could grab some lunch after maybe.” Ryan offers as he slips his shirt over his head. Your eyes widen slightly at the suggestion as you swipe powder under your eyes in the mirror.

Ryan still doesn’t know. You just haven’t found a way to work it into the conversation yet. How do you tell your new boyfriend that you’re pregnant with someone else’s baby? - There’s no advice for this kind of situation.

“Um, I’m fine,” You say softly without turning your head towards him. He walks over to where you’re sitting in front of your mirror and meets your gaze through the glass. “Jake wanted to take me. He’s probably already driving up here.”

You aren’t even sure if Bradley’s coming. Jake didn’t mention it and you haven’t spoken to him since that morning. You don’t know if he even remembers when the appointment is.

Ryan nods as he kisses the top of your head.

You swallow. You noticed last night. Staring in the mirror after your midnight shower whilst Ryan was waiting for you in your bed. It’s not much yet. Probably couldn’t even spot it if you weren’t looking for it. Not unless it was someone who knew your body well. But it’s there. The faintest swell, a slight roundness to your lower abdomen.

It’s just going to get bigger and bigger. You’re thirteen weeks now, well - you were on Wednesday. It’s Friday now. Next week you’ll be fourteen weeks. You can’t hide this from Ryan much longer.

He’s so patient with you. You hope he’ll understand. The rational side of your brain tells you to enjoy the time you have left with him, because you know that he’ll freak out and leave.

You can’t keep telling him that your boobs are sore because you’re PMS’ing. That’s been the excuse for three weeks now and still no period - of course, there isn’t going to be one. As he opens his mouth to make another suggestion for when he could next see you, he’s interrupted by the doorbell. Jake. Thank god.

“One sec.” You tell him. You press your lips to his cheek as you stand up and slip past him. If this is the honeymoon phase, then you understand why people pay so much money for stupid weddings. You love this part. Ryan watches, a soft smile on his lips as you leave your room. You cross to the front door and buzz Jake in.

“I love those jeans on you.” Ryan tells you. He’s leaning against the wall, looking at you, his arms folded over his chest. Your lips quirk slightly as heat rises onto your cheeks. You take three steps forwards and let him pull you against his chest. He wraps one arm around your waist, using his other hand to tilt your chin towards him. “You’re so beautiful.”

Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, but you feel like you’re going to cry. You read that all those hormones were supposed to fade in the second trimester. Bullshit.

Ryan presses his lips to yours. Delicate, affectionate.

“Eh-hum.”

You turn at the sound of Bradley clearing his throat. You turn sharply, eyes widening. He’s standing in the entryway with the front door still open, a displeased look on his face. He’s wearing sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt and a gold cross on a chain. He’s wearing an eagles cap backwards. He looks like a kid. Not someone’s dad. He’s seeing his baby for the first time and this is what he shows up in.

It’s snowing out and he isn’t even wearing a coat.

“Bradley.” You say his name, you couldn’t stop yourself if you tried to. He looks at you, bored. Upset. Pushed out, perhaps. “Where’s Jake?”

“He’s running late. He’s gonna meet us there.”

Bradley can’t help but notice the confusion on Ryan’s face. It occurs to him early on that Ryan still doesn’t know you’re pregnant. Bradley isn’t happy that he is here - that you’ve spent an entire month with someone else. Ryan’s wondering why your brother’s roommate was invited to a routine check up. Bradley can see it in his face that Ryan doesn’t like him being here.

“Are you ready or what?” Bradley urges. Ryan’s brows tighten slightly. You shoot Bradley a look. He’s still as much of an ass as he was twenty-five days ago.

“No, I need to grab a couple of things,” You answer, still tucked in against Ryan’s chest. “You can wait in the car.”

“I’m good here.” Bradley answers, shutting the door behind him and taking a step inside. You stare at him. He looks at you. He’s daring you to say something in front of Ryan.

You squeeze your palm around Ryan’s softly and let him know you’ll be right back. The clock is ticking from the moment your back turns. You know you can’t leave him with Bradley for too long. You’re right, because the second you’re out of the room, all Bradley can think about is how badly he wants to let your new little boyfriend in on the secret.

Bradley figures it wouldn’t make a great first impression to show up to the doctor’s office arguing, or for you to stop him going all together. Jake made him promise not to be a dick.

“So, you’re uh… over at UVA too?” Ryan attempts conversation, just small talk.

Bradley’s taller than him. He can tell even when he’s standing on the other side of the room. Bradley shrugs his shoulders.

Ryan tolerates the silence for a few seconds, then tries again.

“What’s your major?”

Bradley turns his head and narrows his eyes at your boyfriend. Ryan’s wearing a sweater and jeans. Bradley thinks his hair looks stupid. You think Ryan’s dark curls are beautiful. Bradley shoves one hand into his pocket.

“So, you like her?” You’re all they’ll ever have in common. You’re the only thing that Bradley’s interested in talking to him about. Ryan isn’t phased by Bradley’s question, he assumes that since your brother isn’t here, he’s getting the protective older brother talk from the substitute.

“She’s incredible, right?” Ryan smiles. Bradley stares at him, deadpan.

Your cheeks are flushed when you return. Rushing around your room to grab your things is already proving harder as you move into the second trimester.

“Ready!” You declare, interrupting their conversation to the best of your ability.

Bradley pulls his keys from his pocket. Ryan walks downstairs with the two of you in uncomfortable silence. He gets the feeling that you don’t like Bradley very much. You kiss him and tell him you’ll see him later as Bradley crosses to get into the driver’s side of his stupid, blue car.

“What an asshole.” You know that Bradley wanted to hear you say it because he waited until you were in the passenger seat to speak. He turns the engine on and waits for you to buckle your seatbelt.

“You mean you? - Yeah, tell me about it.” You mutter, voice dripping with sarcasm. The belt catches. You grit your teeth and tug it harder. It catches again.

“You have to stop pulling-“

“Shut up.” You demand. Bradley rolls his eyes and pulls away from the curb without waiting any longer. You clip the belt in.

Bradley makes it two minutes before he makes another off-handed comment.

“He’s kinda short.” Bradley announces.

“Stop it.” You sigh.

He shrugs his shoulders, stopping at a red light and drumming his fingers on the wheel. You turn the radio down. He shoots you a look. You’re going to kill Jake for leaving you with him.

“What do you see in him anyway?” Bradley demands.

You want to bite your tongue. You really do. Sometimes things just don’t pan out that way.

“He’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.” You answer simply. Bradley shuts up. You both drive in almost silence. For a couple of minutes anyway. He pulls into a parking space and looks across at you. You can tell he’s been waiting to say whatever’s on his mind.

“You give bad blowjobs.” He tells you calmly. Your lips part as he opens his door, steps out and slams it behind him. You follow him out of the car, furious.

“That’s bullshit.” You tell him.

His back is to you as he heads for the door. He pulls it open and turns to look at you, “Care to prove me wrong?”

You roll your eyes and walk past him. Bradley follows you in. He shoves both hands into his pockets as you walk confidently up to the receptionist. He glances around at the leaflets on the walls, the linoleum floor, the plastic waiting room chairs. Bradley hates the doctor. He hates the way it smells in here. Those dull lights and the sound they make.

“Hey.” You nudge him, shaking your head softly. He’s busy looking around instead of listening. “We have to sit down. They’ll call us.”

Bradley nods. He follows you to the corner of the waiting room and sits next to you. There’s a cancer leaflet on the wall. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and considers provoking you further just to get his mind off of how uncomfortable he is. You aren’t phased at all, playing on your phone. You’re busy texting Jake and telling him to hurry up and get his stupid ass over here before you kill his roommate.

“So do we find out what it is today?” Bradley asks.

“I don’t think it is anything yet.” You answer him. He pulls a confused face. “I’m pretty sure they don’t have, like, genitals yet.”

Bradley pulls out his phone and begins googling.

“No, they have genitals. Just says that it’s easier to tell what they are later.” He explains. The bickering from the car is left behind for a moment. You lean across to look at his phone. He turns the screen to show you.

You nod softly, then lift your gaze to look at him.

“Do you have a preference?” You ask him. Bradley turns his attention from the screen and looks at you. He considers the question for a moment. Truthfully, he can’t see himself with either a son or a daughter. He has no idea what to expect from either. He shakes his head.

“I don’t think so. Do you?” He asks. He sits back in his chair and parts his knees. The sick feeling in his stomach subsides with you to distract him.

“No.” You agree. You rest a hand on your stomach, “Doesn’t matter.”

Bradley fiddles with his watch, biting the inside of his cheek as he looks over your hand resting over the waistband of your jeans.

“Have you thought about names?” He asks.

“Yeah. Have you?” You look at him and raise your eyebrows. He frowns at you, as if you’ve left him behind in the decision-making process.

“No.”

There’s a couple of seconds of silence whilst you check for an update from Jake. Nothing. Bradley stares at the ceiling. He considers if he may be a bad dad already for not thinking of names. He’s been thinking about the baby all month. That has to count for something. He just didn’t want to overstep and come at you with a name. He figured you would do that together.

“What names do you like?” He asks softly.

“I was thinking maybe Quentin for a boy-“

“No.” Bradley interrupts.

“Why not?” You frown at him. He shrugs his shoulders.

“Quentin Bradshaw? - Doesn’t sound right.” He explains. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, well, luckily - Quentin Seresin sounds just fine.” You answer with a soft scoff, turning your attention back to your phone. Bradley turns his head towards you and frowns, scrunching his brows disapprovingly.

“We didn’t agree to go with your name.” He frowns.

“We didn’t agree to go with yours either.” You remind him. It’s clear to the both of you that this has the potential to turn into an all out argument right here in the waiting room if the two of you continue.

Luckily, you’re interrupted. Your name is called by a friendly looking nurse. You check your phone and take one final look outside of Jake’s car. Bradley follows you into the doctor’s office. He hasn’t been into an actual doctor’s office in like two years. He watches the way you walk in with ease, the way you smile at the doctor and introduce her to him.

He takes his seat beside the exam bed and you catch a glimpse at how much he has paled.

Bradley keeps his eyes on the ground. You unbutton your jeans and push them down to your underwear line, lifting your shirt just enough.

Bradley’s gaze falters. He isn’t checking you out. It’s just something he notices. His eyes widen slightly at the difference. It’s faint. But he knows it’s there. A faint roundness to your physique, different from last time he saw your stomach.

It’s really there. A hint of a bump. A glimpse of what’s to come. Bradley swallows and wonders when this happened. When, in the last twenty-five days, had this started to happen? - What else had he missed? - What else was he going to miss?

“What?” You press him.

Bradley realises he has been caught staring. He shakes his head, stumbling for words.

“Nothing. Nothing,” He breathes. He sits back in his chair, “Just… it’s really - you’re - I just - you’re starting to show.”

You ignore his observation and turn your attention to the woman entering the room.

“Are you excited?” It’s a loaded question. The ultrasound tech catches the way the two of you glance at each other. She giggles softly and squeezes your hand. “Scared?”

“Shitless.” You agree with a smile. Bradley lets out a breath of relief. You’ve been acting so natural about all this, he thought it was just him that was losing his mind over this. He watches as you flinch from the coolness of the jelly on your abdomen, and then his eyes are on the screen. He’s expecting a little blob.

A blur. Something hard to spot. His lips part slightly as the tech focuses in on it. It’s fairly unmistakable. Arms. Legs. Weirdly big head. He leans forwards slightly, brows furrowing. You glance across at him.

He’s focusing so hard. You can practically see him freaking out on the inside. He’s barely blinking.

You’re busy watching his face. You flinch at the feeling of his cool skin against your warm hand. His palm slips into yours, linking his fingers between yours.

“This is your baby’s heartbeat.”

You squeeze Bradley’s hand in yours softly. It’s strong and loud. The sound fills your ears. You stare at the screen. Two arms and two legs. Huge head. Damn Bradshaw genes.

Your brows furrow slightly, you look over at the technician for reassurance, “This is good, right?”

She smiles softly, catching an equally afraid look on Bradley’s face. She nods her head calmly at you.

“Everything’s perfect. You’re doing a great job, Mommy.” She pats your knee softly. Your eyes widen. “I’m going to give the two of you a minute and I’ll be back in, we can talk about your second trimester and your next appointment.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, though it isn’t anywhere near as fast as the baby’s.

Bradley leans into you as the door closes behind her.

“Mommy.” He comments teasingly. You turn towards him and smile, letting out a soft laugh. You wonder if he can tell how afraid you are.

He brushes his thumb softly over the back of your hand. Both of you watch the screen in silence.

“Do you think its head is really going to look like that?” You whisper. Almost like asking it too loudly would make you a bad mother. Bradley breaks into a laugh beside you, grinning in relief.

“For your sake, I hope not.” He agrees.

You smile. Bradley kisses your knuckles softly.

“Is it weird that I think they’re kinda cute?” Bradley asks softly.

“Even in black and white? - You can’t see their face.” You point out, tilting your head at the screen. It makes your heart swell, but it’s hardly a cute baby face.

“Yeah.” Bradley confirms.

Your hand sits comfortably in his for the remainder of the appointment, his thumb swiping soothingly over the back of your fist. For a while, it feels like you really are doing this together. Like you aren’t just two college kids who were fighting like children in the car outside. Like this might work out.

You slip your palm out of his as you catch sight of Jake in the waiting room.

Jake stands the moment he sees you.

“I’m so sorry I missed it! I tried to get here, I’m sorry.” Jake pulls you into a tight hug. You smile into his shoulder and squeeze him, pushing back. Jake’s brows furrow slightly as you press something into his palm. He takes the paper and lifts it curiously. You giggle as his jaw drops open. His hand immediately moves to rest against your stomach as he eyeballs the sonogram picture.

Bradley’s lips quirk slightly at Jake’s excitement.

“We’re really doing this!” Jake chuckles, bemused. Bradley laughs softly. Jake takes a couple of minutes to go between checking the picture and looking excitedly between you and Bradley.

“Wait, we should…” Jake hands you the picture and pulls his phone from his pocket. “Stand together, lift it up.”

“No, Jake, I-“

You look at Bradley for support, finding none. He’s clearly on Jake’s side. He smiles and tucks you under his arm. Bradley rests his cheek on top of your head, holding the picture in front of your stomach as Jake angles the camera on his phone. You rest an arm around Bradley’s back, smiling sheepishly. Jake grins at the picture before him.

…

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Andy’s POV: Regarding Late Night Revelations

Summary: Andy panics when his wife doesn’t come home from running evening errands. Could she be with someone else?  Andy Barber x Black Reader 

Original version of the story can be found HERE. 

*Warnings: Frantic Andy, Angry/Emotional Andy, Pregnancy Reveal, Emotional Reader, Slight Daddy Kink, Cursing, Light Smut (implied), Minors DNI

A/N: For my friend @birdie-girl who requested another version of Late Night Revelations, but written from Andy's point of view. Let me know what you think! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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Andy had been home pacing the living room for hours with no sign of his wife. 

 At first, he hadn’t thought much of her absence. His lovely Y/N had left a pot of homemade chili on the stove and some fresh cornbread, along with a little note telling him that he could find shredded cheddar cheese, sour cream, and hot sauce in the fridge.

So, he’d laddled some thick, hearty goodness into a bowl, loaded it up and had gone to town. And he’d savored every single delicious bite. The chili had just the right amount of spice to it, so there was no need for the hot sauce. But he did help himself to a second sweet slice of cornbread.

After an hour, he’d shot her a text. 

Him: The chili was delicious, baby girl. But where are you? 

And he’d never heard back. He found that to be incredibly strange. Andy lets another thirty minutes go by before attempting to call her cell. It rings twice before going to voicemail. 

Did she just…ignore me? He thinks to himself. She wouldn’t do that.

So he tries again, only to receive the same result. 

What the fuck? What could she be doing? Where had she gone? 

This was so unlike her! Not to mention the fact that it was nearly 9:30pm. Andy fires off another message:

Him: Are you okay? Why are you ignoring my calls? 

Slowly but surely, every single kind of worst case scenario begins running through his overactive brain. What if she had been mugged? Or in a car accident. Could she have been carjacked?

He does his best to put those thoughts out of his mind, but it’s not easy. Maybe she was with a friend. Yep, that had it be it. His Y/N had stopped by to see a friend and had lost track of time. 

Okay, okay. He could work with that. 

But then why did his thumb, seemingly of its own volition, begin scrolling through his contacts looking for her friend’s names? He starts with Jenna and then goes from there. 

Fifteen minutes later, he’s still at a loss. She wasn’t with Jenna, or Rachel, or Sarah. His wife wasn’t with any of her fucking friends. 

Andy calls his girl again. Pissed, hurt, and confused, he sends off another text.

Him: Y/N, this isn’t funny. Where the fuck are you?

Him: Why aren’t you answering?

And then he tries her line one more time. 

Wifey: I’ll be home soon. I promise.

Him: I need you to answer your damn phone and tell me where you are. Now. 

Andy goes to call his wife again, only to realize that she’d done the one thing she knew he hated. 

She’d turned off her phone. 

His girl was out with someone else. His wife was with another man. 

Enraged, he yanks off his tie and slams his fist into the wall. Once. Twice. Three times. 

The pain felt good. 

—

The moment Andy hears the garage open, he’s at the door. He knows he looks like a mess, but he doesn’t really give a flying fuck. His hair is sticking up every which way, his shirt is untucked…

But at least his wife is in one piece.

He watches as his wife calmly gets out of the car clutching her purse and a random paper bag from CVS. Is that how she was going to play it then? She was at a goddamned drugstore for four, almost five fucking hours? Okay, baby.

“It is 11:15pm.” He growls. “Where the hell have you been? And why the fuck did you turn off your phone?”

“Driving around.” Is all she says before attempting to move past him. Without thinking, his hand instinctively goes to grab her arm, accidentally jerking her backwards. 

Oh no, sweetheart. You don’t get to go live it up with some other fucking guy and then try to blow me off like it’s no big deal. 

“Who the fuck were you with?”

“No one, Andrew. Now please let me go.” He’s convinced that she’s lying, but he releases her arm anyway. 

“I’m going to ask you again.” Andy snarls as he follows his woman into the kitchen, his pulse erratic. “Who the fuck were you with? I know it wasn’t Sarah, or Rachel, or Nicole, or Michelle. Because I called them. And you weren’t at Jenna and Marshall’s place, because I called them too. So I’m going to need you to start fucking talking before I lose my mind even more than I already have!”

“I was alone, honey.” 

Bullshit, Y/N. Complete and utter bullshit. 

“You were alone this whole time? Right.” He’s tempted to slam his fist into the fucking wall again. “What’s his name?” 

His wife winces, albeit briefly, before schooling her features once again. 

“Will you tell me his name if I promise not to kill him?” Instead of the wall, he makes the kitchen table his new target. “Fuck, I can’t keep that promise.” Andy couldn’t fucking breathe. 

“Andy, sweetheart, if you just give me a moment to compose myself I will explain. Alright?” He crosses his arms and stares her down. His sweet little wife was the only person on this planet who could make him actively entertain thoughts of murder. 

And if she thought that she could just spin on her heel and leave him, leave behind everything they had, everything that they had built…

Then she was sorely mistaken.

“Divorce isn’t an option, Y/N. Whatever’s wrong, we can work it out.” He hisses, which only serves to make her roll her eyes. Didn’t she realize that he was teetering on the edge of sanity right now? 

“Roll your fucking eyes again and see what happens. As soon as I calm down, I’m going to fire that ass up. Do you hear me?”

“I would never cheat on you.” She tells him. “I get that you’re worried. And angry.” Andy feels his right palm twitch. 

His Y/N notices it too. “Okay, very angry.”

His hands go to grip her much smaller biceps, before giving her a light shake. “Do you know how worried I’ve been? How scared I was? You ignored my texts, my calls. You shoot me a vague message saying “be home soon” and then turn off your phone. You do not fucking do that, baby. I am fucking pissed right now.”

“Andy, I understand. And I’m sorry. But I just needed to think. And I needed to do it alone.”

“You needed to think?” He growls and shakes her again. “Do you know how many rooms we have in this house? You mean to tell me that you couldn’t have done all of your so-called thinking here? At home. Where I know you’re safe?”

“No, honey, I couldn’t. Because I had some very important decisions to make.” What kind of fucking decisions? His wife was not the type to speak in riddles. But he would also tie her to the bed before he’d ever let her leave him. 

“Divorce isn’t -”

“Hopefully it’s not.” She cuts him off. Andy knows that he is seconds away from losing his collective shit. He knew that he had to look every bit the mad man. Only his wife could turn him into this - into this beast. 

“But hold that thought for a moment, okay?” She presses the bag against his chest. “Look inside.”

Confused, Andy gingerl opens the bag and pulls out the first test. 

“Two lines.” He murmurs as he pulls out another one. “Two lines.” He says again. “Two lines.”

“Yes, Andy. Two lines. I’m sorry this isn’t more romantic but -”

“You’re pregnant.” He mutters as his mind struggles to make sense of it all. “Where’d you take these?”

“In a dimly lit CVS bathroom.” She whispers. 

Andy feels his legs go weak. His knees begin to shake. Which prompts him to back away from his wife and slowly slink to the floor. He couldn’t fucking breathe.

“You’re pregnant. With my baby.” Is all he can say. 

“Yes, your baby. You even attempt to question that and I will slug you in the damned jaw.”

His baby was having his baby. 

He buries his face in his hands as a series of emotions take hold. 

Joy. Relief. Fear. Gratitude. 

It was overwhelming. It threatened to suffocate him. After he feels the first hot tear spill its way down his cheek, it’s over. It was all too much.

“Andy…I know…with what happened…ahh shit. If you can’t do this, or if you don’t want to…if it’s too much, part of me understands. I won’t force you. But I want this baby, okay?”

What did she mean she wouldn’t force him? Did his Y/N honestly believe that he would leave her to do this alone? Was she out of her mind? 

Another sob, muffled by the hands that covered his mouth, escapes his lips. 

He would be damned before he ever let her do this without him. The love of his life was right here, within arms reach, offering him another chance. Offering him the fucking redemption that he knew he did not deserve. 

And looks up at his beautiful lady, tears shimmering in his eyes. “Tonight I thought you were with someone else. I thought you wanted to leave me. And then you give me this?” He waves a test in the air. “You come to me with a fucking gift? Giving me another goddamned chance to do this, and do it right?”

“Oh, baby…oh honey.” His woman drops to her knees in front of him and wraps her small, warm arms around his neck.

”You didn’t do anything wrong the first go-round.” She tells him. He doesn’t believe her, but there is a part of him, somewhere deep down that is begging him to listen. To hear her. 

“Sometimes life is just a bitch, baby. And unfortunately, you got the shitty end of the stick. But you didn’t deserve that. And neither did Jacob.” He allows himself a moment to quietly sob into his wife’s shoulder. 

Andy never liked crying in front of anyone. But with Y/N, with his wife, he knew he was safe. He was always safe in her arms. 

“You and I are about to start a brand new adventure together.” She whispers against his temple while rubbing his back. One of her small hands buries itself in his hair, affectionately scratching his scalp the way she knew he liked. “Do you want that?”

“More than anything.” His powerful arms wrap themselves around her tiny frame. “More than words can say. You’re really gonna make me a Daddy again?” 

“I’m going to do my best.” She pulls away before using her sleeve to lovingly wipe at his tears. “But Andy, you never stopped being a Daddy. You’ll always be Jacob’s father. And maybe we should talk about him more. And on top of that, you’re my Daddy. Two different things, I know. But I need you. And this little jellybean that is apparently growing in my belly needs you too.”

She needed him. He had to focus on that.  

“I’m gonna be here, baby. For everything. Every moment, every ultrasound, every fucking craving. Whatever you want, you get.” It was a vow. One he intended to keep until the day he died. And then he kisses her, moaning at her sweet taste, at the feel of her soft, full lips against his own. 

“God, I fucking love the shit out of you. I’m sorry I accused you of cheating. I was scared, baby. And, on some level, I get why you were scared too.” His lovely wife sniffles and then dives in for another kiss. 

“But young lady, I really wish you would have brought those tests home and taken them here. I would have waited with you. I hate that you thought you had to do it alone.” And that was the truth. He should have been there to hold her hand. And he would always despise a tiny part of himself for letting her down. 

Suddenly unable to control himself, he reverses their positions and pins his baby girl to the floor, careful not to crush her.

“You’re not alone with me, baby. Ever. What did I tell you that one time you faced down that racist asshole, Jeffries, without me?” He buries his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.

He feels her hands go to his ass, giving it a playful squeeze. “That we are forever partners. And we are. But Andy, I’m scared.”

Guess you were both being honest tonight. 

“I’m scared too, Y/N. But we’ve got this, I know we do. We’re going to have a baby, a fucking baby who is fierce and smart and strong…just like his or her Mama.” Unable to help himself, he kisses her little nose. 

His girl sniffles again, which makes him sniffle. “I hope he or she is like you, Andy. Strong and calculating and dynamic…just like their Daddy.”

His girl made him crazy. She made him strong. She made him weak. She made him a better man every fucking day. 

“They’re going to be a combination of both of us, sweetheart.” He breathes out a heavy sigh. “God help the world.”

“They’re doomed.” She whispers before capturing his mouth again. “Our baby is going to set this world on fire.” Her hands find their way back into his hair. “I need you, Andy. I need you to take me. Make love to me. Please.” He nibbles at her neck as his erection presses against her thigh. 

“I need you to fuck me before I get fat and start to waddle.” Now that makes him laugh. 

“I cannot fucking wait until you start to waddle. Oh my god, we need to schedule a doctor’s appointment for you. We need to make sure everything’s okay with you and the baby. You need vitamins. And no more coffee, or sushi, or -” Oh Jesus, his overly anxious mind was running rampant once again. 

His wifey covers his mouth with her hand. “Andy. Slow down, Big Guy. We’ll get to all that, okay? What matters right now is that I love you. Desperately.”

“I love you two, my sweet, sweet baby girl.” He whispers against her lips. 

“Good.” She tickles his ears. “But right now, I’m desperate for you to fuck me. Right here. Right now.”

“Like I said. What my girl wants, she gets.” He murmurs as he begins tearing at her clothes.

“I’m going to give you and our baby the world.” Another vow. “You have my word. Now lay back and enjoy how I fuck my sweet little pussy.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She purrs. 

“That’s my good girl.” Andy growls as he frees himself from the confines of his pants and slides home. His fingers intertwine with hers as they make slow, sweet love right there on the kitchen floor. 

He savors every breathy moan, every sweet sigh, every little cry of pleasure.

His wife was his world. And soon, they’d be adding another little one to the mix. 

And although he didn’t pray often these days…

He hoped to God that he would be gifted with a little girl who sported her Mama’s crazy wild curls, her boisterous laugh, and her same infectious smile. 

END

[owlsdrawinglair]

Hi, hello, sorry for not posting this like 3 DAYS after I said I will post it but I have been rather tiered these days and it just wasn't going, so I hope you enjoy the Part 1 of my AU

So, for now I won't get into too much detail of how he came to adopt Spider specifically (that's gonna get its own post cos it's a complicated one), but for now I'll just say that he first came to meet Spider on the day of The Great Battle in, well, not very nice circumstances, and that he was the one to bring him back to Hells Gate. After that he went back to the battle where the whole got-shot-on-a-sky-ship-and-almost-falling-to-his-death thing happanes, but, luckily, he survives (but not without some major consequences which we'll touch on later). After the battle and banishing of humans from Pandora Tsu'Tey is basically stuck at Hells Gate till he gets batter and is forced to face the fact that he'll likely not be able to be as good of a warrior as before, or a clan leader for that matter, and simply put he was NOT coping well with those facts, or that there was a tiny human child almost constantly in his presence and that he felt somewhat responsible for him after, well, the way he "discovered" him. At first he couldn't really stand his presence and kept telling the scientists to keep the child away from him ( under the excuse that he might accidentally hurt the child) but slowly and surely he starts to warm up to the little bugger, especially after witnessing the humans on the base not giving the kid much tought or straight up ignoring him to the point that he would cry on hours on end with no one checking on him at which point Tsu'Tey would just get up and do it himself. Even after he was given an all clear and was released from the confidence of the med bay he still would go and check on the child often, play with him, sooth I'm when he was grumpy, tell him stories and so on, it got to a point where the scientists would call him in the middle of the night to "come and calm the kid down cos Jesus Christ he wond stop SCREAMING". After some time, he pretty much declared him his own, but not before he consulted the scientists about his parentage, just to make sure he didn't have any other family who could take him in and such, and they told him that the only relative they could find was his mother (Paz Socorro, he'll never forget) who was obviously gone and they couldn't find a match for a father, so, basically he was all his. And he was happy with this arrangement, just him and his little human son living one day at a time, not caring for all the wierd looks being send their way or the whispers behind clasped palms, until one day when they found a new life developing inside a lifeless sleeping body. They found it more-or-less unintentionally, when Spider (as they came to nickname him) kept taping on Grace's tank whenever they come to visit her, mumbling something akin to "baby" in still not very mastered Na'vi, and would get all whiney when he would be away from the tank. So the the lab crew did some scans and found out that the avatar was somehow pregnant and expecting to "give birth" in about 6 months. Of course they immediately called Jake and Neytiri to come over and explained the whole situation to them and to see what would happen if the pregnancy ended up playing out successfully and them having another kid on their hands. The couple was hesitant, looking that Neytiri herself was pregnant and was expecting their child very soon they were not sure if the could manage two kids at a time, so Tsu'Tey, having heard the whole thing was like "fuck it" and offered to take the kid in. Some tought was given into it, but eventually they all agreed to Tsu'Tey taking the child in. And thus Kiri came into their little family. It was hard, especially the first couple of months when Kiri required Tsu'Tey's constant attention and Spider also needing his own those of the latter, but eventually it got easier, as Spider got this first exo mask and was finally able to be with them outside and Kiri developing a somewhat sane sleeping schedule. The little family grew, laughed, cried, argued and loved together, and all was well, until the Sky Demons returned

[summercassidy]

A Place to Call Home | Self Para

2200 words. Featuring: Sadie Levitt, Luke Levitt (mentioned), Quentin Levitt, Prue Cassidy (mentioned). TW: fire, burns, hospital, internalised homophobia (if you squint).

When Summer found out she was pregnant, the first thing she did was cry.

When Summer found out she was pregnant, the first thing she did was cry. If you asked her today, she would tell you it was from happiness. How she was so lucky to finally be blessed with a child. If she told you this, it would be a lie. When Summer found out she was pregnant, the first thing she did was cry. She felt like her life was over; like her career was ending before it had even began.

Of course, her husband Quentin was over the moon with the news. Really, he was the only reason she even went through with the pregnancy. He had always wanted a child, and she had always wanted fame. She never expected the two paths to cross, until that cross appeared on the test she held in her hand in their bathroom. She wasn't the motherly type. She saw kids as pre-adults, and she had no idea how to talk to them or play with them or spend time with them. She didn't even know how to speak to her own sister at times.

When Sadie was born, Summer spent the first two weeks just staring at her. She was hoping the maternal instinct would suddenly rip through her bones and take over like one of those lions in a documentary she accidentally watched when she couldn't find the TV remote. She was so tiny, she was afraid that one wrong move would hurt her. Quentin, of course, was fantastic, so she left most of it up to him. He was a father; he had been a father before Sadie was even born, simply waiting in the wings to take his role. Summer on the other hand felt like an imposter, like she had stepped out onto the stage without learning any lines, bumbling her way through a performance when everyone else knew their parts well.

Eventually, she began to understand Sadie. She was kind, clever, smart and inquisitive. She reached for Summer's hand when they were walking down the street, and she drew pictures of her when she went to daycare. Summer began to think that she was actually doing something right, even if she still didn't know her lines. So when she was back in the same bathroom, looking at the same result on a stick three years later, she didn't cry. She felt like she was ready.

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By the time Sadie was seven, her mother was a household name. A stream of successful box office hits solidified her legacy, and soon she saw her less and less until she was only visible on the screen, acting out as someone else's mother or pretending to be in love with some else's dad. When she was home, it was almost worse. She sometimes woke up to the sound of her parents fighting, trying their best to keep their voices hushed and hissed, but her mother was an actress when push came to shove, and keeping her voice low was not one of her strengths. Still, she relished when she would wake to the sound of her gentle voice, the sun reflecting off of her golden hair as she gathered her into her arms. She would breathe in the scent of a perfume that was just simply mom, closing her eyes and imagining she could stay there forever, even if she knew it could never happen.

A tear fell down Sadie's face as the incandescent glow of eight candles began to make their way to her. Her dad had an optimistic smile on his face, but the spot beside him was missing. Her mother had promised she would be there, had even performed the sacred 'no take backs' which had become a foundation of their trust in each other. She hadn't seen her in six weeks, hadn't even had a happy birthday call from her. She could tell her dad was upset, but he forced a smile for her, asking her to make a wish as the cake was set in front of her. She closed her eyes, thought of her mother for a brief moment before a coldness took over. She forced herself to think of something more reliable and blew.

The shouting was louder than ever that night. Sadie had no idea when her mother had returned home, but when the fighting woke her up, she could hear the distant tune of a bird, completely unaware of the tears and shouting that happened in their home. Her mom was talking different, her words slurred together more and her voice was even louder than usual. Her dad sounded angry. Creeping out of bed, she moved to the top step of the stairs, perching herself down so she could get a better view. ""Don't fucking turn this on me, Summer! I have defended you for missing so many things for so long that tonight I had nothing to say to make it better. I was the one she constantly asked when you were getting there and every time I told her you were probably already on your way. Don't you fucking dare accuse me of driving a wedge between you and your children because you are doing a mighty fine job of that on your own." Sadie forced herself to stay quiet, watching her parents fight. Not knowing it was going to be the last day they were all going to be under the same roof.

"Happy big 13th birthday gorgeous girl!! will see you soon. love u so much. xxx". Sadie rolled her eyes as she deleted the text immediately. Of course Summer couldn't spare five minutes to actually call her. She probably got her assistant to send the text for her, lest she disturb her perfect manicure. It had been months since she had last seen her mother in the flesh, and she was glad of it. The woman was intolerable, and she had found herself beginning to deny to her classmates that she was even her daughter. They were like night and day; Summer was a pink, bubbly cloud of fake happiness and rainbows while Sadie was a realist, choosing to see things the hard way. There was so much Summer didn't know about her, she wasn't sure if the title of 'mother' was even still appropriate. She had her dad, she had her aunts and uncles, she had Prue (who was technically an aunt but more like a friend. Besides, she didn't like to dwell on the fact that she came from the same source as Summer) and she had Luke, who still held onto the childish believe that she still cared.

"Why don't you try this skirt on, babe? Seriously, all the girls your age are wearing them. Don't you want to try and be more like them? You're beautiful, Sades. It's about time we see that." She didn't know how she ended up getting roped into shopping with her mom. She had crawled back to East Haven with her tail between her legs following her exile from Los Angeles, and ever since she had been like a flea Sadie couldn't quite shake. Summer was so desperate to turn her into a cardon copy of herself that she didn't take a moment to see that Sadie wasn't her. She wasn't girly or smiley or bubbly or- Sadie had realised she was gay when she was about twelve. She guessed she always sort of knew she was different, but she thought that was a given when she was the offspring of the world's biggest narcissist. She had confided in Prue when she knew for sure, and she felt like a weight had been removed from her shoulders when she was met with the validation she had been craving. Despite the fact she never vocalised it to her father, she was sure he knew as well. He never questioned her about boys or the friends that she had. Summer, on the other hand, was oblivious. She would always try and talk to her about the cute boys in her class or the dresses she should wear to prom and everything that simply wasn't Sadie. She had convinced herself that if Summer found out, she would see her as a stain on her reputation. The perfect Summer Cassidy has a queer daughter. She could imagine the look on her face.

Sadie watched as the wind forced a tree branch to join in its cruel dance, nearly taking it off the trunk entirely. She didn't understand why her mom had dragged her to the mall the day a windstorm was due. That was Summer, though. Act now, think later seemed to be her slogan. Summer had convinced her she needed a new pair of shoes, and Sadie was trying her best to delay that plan for as long as she could, deliberately spending time in every store in the place. She had ducked into the candle store just as Summer had began a conversation with an old friend from school or something, watching as the woman ended her conversation abruptly to follow her inside. "Sadie, will you just- stop!" Summer never yelled, and it did cause Sadie to freeze. "I have been trying my best for you, Sades. I've really been putting in an effort, but you're making this, like...so much harder than it needs to be. If there's something I need to do to make the last few years up to you, please just let me know. Until then, can you stop just acting like a child?" Sadie opened her mouth to respond, but she never got far enough to do that. Everything happened so fast. Wind had been blowing the candles, which had caught fire on the surrounding furniture in the store behind the mother and daughter without them knowing, which had grown bigger and wilder the longer they stood. Sadie was in shock, staring at the growing flame while Summer repeatedly told her to get away. More candles fell, more flames. If it was between fight or flight, Sadie discovered she was in flight. The last thing she remembered was her mom pushing her out of the way. And a scream.

It took Sadie longer than he was proud of to visit her mom in the hospital. She knew that the accident was her fault; she had only gone into the store to piss her off. Whilst she had been questioning if her mom really cared about her or not, she risked her life for her. It should have been her in that hospital bed, covered in burns. Eventually, she knew she had to go and see her. She gulped as she walked into the hospital room, almost afraid at what she might find. She was surprised to find her mom sitting upright in the bed reading a magazine, the portions of her skin on display seemingly unaffected by the malicious fire. As soon as Summer looked up and spotted her, she set down the magazine and stared at her for a moment, before a smile stretched across her lips and she held her arms out for a hug. Sadie immediately accepted it, almost dashing into her mother's arms. The familiar scent of her perfume transported her back to when she was a child, when the only time she felt safe was in her mom's arms. She still felt like that, she just didn't know it.

They spent what felt like hours talking, snacking on the box of chocolates someone had left for her mom. Eventually, the conversation drifted off and she could see there was a question forming on her lips, dying to get out. "Sades," she began, looking at her daughter with imploring eyes. "I want to understand you better. I know you don't like fashion and glamour like I do, but I want to know what you do like, so I can be there for you and enjoy the things you do." Her round blue eyes were genuine, and Sadie knew it was the point of no return. She took a deep breath and began to explain everything to her mom. She kept a close eye on her face, waiting for her expression to change or asking her to get out. Instead, shockingly, a smile returned to her face. "That's it? That's what you were so scared to tell me? Babe, you love whoever you want to love, it has nothing to do with me. All I've ever wanted is for you to be happy, and I know I'm the person that took that happiness away from you for a while, but I'll do everything in my power to make sure it never happens again." Sadie was relieved, feeling like her mother was finally seeing her. Still, there was one more question she needed to ask her. "Stay then. Stay in East Haven. You don't have to get back together with Dad or give up your job, but I don't want you to leave again. Please, mom?" Her heart raced, waiting for the familiar rejection. Instead, Summer nodded, reaching for Sadie's hand and squeezing it. "Why would I leave when I'm home, Sades?"