#he’s like a grandchild to em

[royaltea000]

How (if at all) has Temp changed after the whole "being burned at the stake because the french were salty" deal

Well for one I think he has a big fear of fire now naturally and (I forget to draw this constantly but) burn scars over half of his body not just on his face. He’s kinda self conscious about em and has his bad confidence days but he’s learning how to love himself more these days and it’s getting better :)

I also wanna go the really angsty route and say that because of the smoke inhalation damage to his lungs - he can’t sing beautifully like he used to and even his speaking voice is raspier and a bit quiet now

He and France are very cold and barely civil to each other now - everyone knows not to leave those two in a room together alone. More often than not Gil ends up being the default mediator between em lol

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

could you maybe do a part two of the reader getting pregnant and kicked out.? Like they have the baby and her parents try seeing the baby but reader doesn’t want them to so rafe protects her and the baby ?

sorry if it’s a lot to ask for 😭

you hurt me pretty good too pt 2

pairing(s): bf!dad!rafe x gf!mom!fem!reader

warnings: toxic parents, pet names, protective rafe

summary: after finally getting settled in, your parents try to barge their way back into your life.

authors note: thank you for the request!! i loved writing the first part so i had fun writing this part two :))

part zero | part one | part two

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“i just put lily down for a nap incase you wanted to take one yourself. i can make some food in the meantime,” rafe suggested with a gentle kiss to your forehead as he walked passed.

it had been a long couple of months. since getting kicked out, ward and rose had helped you both to buy a house of your own, you’d had your daughter which you and rafe decided to name lily, and you’d began dating officially.

“thank you, baby,” you replied before walking over to the couch and flopping down onto it. you grabbed the remote and began flipping through netflix for some movies to watch. “hey, you know my mom called me the other day?”

he stopped his shuffling through the pantry and poked his head out to look at you. “what’d she want?”

“she asked a ton of questions about the baby since obviously she didn’t come to any of the parties beforehand. and all of a sudden she cares to be in her life,” you said sourly. “i didn’t tell her anything.”

he rolled his eyes and continued looking for something to cook. “good. they’re assholes. lily doesn’t need ‘em in her life.”

you smiled to yourself and clicked on a movie, tucking yourself under a blanket and getting comfortable. you heard the stove turn on and settle on a setting before something was being poured into what she assumed was a pot of water.

pasta.

rafe knew it was your favorite. you began to smile even harder, barely even focusing on the movie now.

you felt his weight by your feet just before he was grabbing your legs and tossing them over his lap so you weren’t cuddled up in a ball.

interrupting your quiet time, a loud knock sounded through the house. rafe immediately prepared to stand, to which you urged him back down. “i got it, babe. rest for a little. you’ve been running around all day.” you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before rushing to the front door and opening it.

you began wishing you never had when you caught sight of your parents standing on your doorstep with a woven basket full of stuff inside in your mothers hands. “hi, honey,” she greeted cheerfully. “we were wondering if we could see the baby?”

you scoffed and laughed. “no?”

“what?” she asked in disbelief. “we—we drove all this way though just to see her.”

“i didn’t ask you to though,” you replied. “how’d you even find my address?”

your father rolled his eyes. “are you serious? we drove a long way here and brought a gift just for you to deny us our right to see our grandchild?”

“what right do you have?” you asked genuinely. “you kicked me to the curb and made it very clear you wanted nothing to do with me or my child over these last few months. and now what? you suddenly wanna involve yourselves in our lives?”

“we deserve to see her,” your mother argued.

you heard rafe get up and before you knew it, he was at your side, face to face with your parents. “you don’t deserve shit.”

your mother gasped while your father looked taken back. “excuse you? watch who you’re talking to, son.”

“you abandoned her and supported us in no way. you have zero rights or claims on our child,” he stated. “and not to mention, this is our home and our property, which you are trespassing on and possibly endangering our child. i could call the police right now and—“

“no!” your mother said quickly. “that won’t be necessary. we just want to meet our grandchild.”

rafe laughed and raised his eyebrows. “you never wanted anything to do with our family before, so you both can fuck off,” he replied with a sarcastic grin before slamming the door in their faces.

he turned to you and scanned over your features. “you okay, my love?”

you nodded and smiled at his protectiveness. “yeah.”

“you don’t need them,” he reassured. “you’re doing the right thing. and you’re doing an amazing job with lily.”

you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into him slightly. “thank you. and you,” you paused and kissed his lips softly. “are doing the best that i could ever imagine.”

“fuck ‘em, right?” he smiled against your lips.

you nodded and chuckled. “fuck ‘em.”

[loveandleases]

Full Disclosure, I went through PAGES of tags to find the Pregnant-by-Chris!MC asks so I could revisit the angst, and it also got me wondering. How would the ROs react if MC ended up pregnant with their kid? And with regards to the F!ROs and trans ROs, how would they react if THEY got pregnant by MC? I'm down with this going in a fluffy or angsty direction, as you gathered from my search for the previous asks about it, so answer however you like!

Oh noo. I swear I'll get to work on the masterpost so you can find things easier, it's been a long time coming and I need to stop procrastinating. I feel like I did this ask before...but I'm not positive. So I'll do it again with how the RO's have developed. Below the cut~ (Tagged with pregnancy for those who don't want to read.)

❤️ Cam - Ec-fucking-static. At first. Cam would be so pleased because finally his own family. Not that MC and Em weren't already. He would give all of his love to his child, unlike what he got from his parents. Then there would be the problem. What if he's just like his parents? What if he's unable to love them the way they need or support them when they need it. MC would have to have an honest heart-to-heart with him.

💙 G - Very nervous at first. There are a lot of things to consider such as school and childbirth. Is their current living space even safe for a kid? And what if MC or G has more than one kid, it's possible. G would need a bit to kind of come to terms with it. Once they have, G is golden. They're happy and don't bother to try and hide behind their cool demeanor.

Now if ex-G/MC had gotten pregnant. It would be so painful for them, because would MC want to be in the picture or would MC allow them to be. If the breakup still happened and MC had gotten with Chris, G would fight with everything they have to see their child, or to give MC the chance to see them. (it's bittersweet)

💚 Kara - So she would be scared more than anything. Happy comes way later, once she's sure this is what she wants. Because for Kara, she doesn't really get to make her own decisions so much of her life is decided for her. If her first real big decision is having a kid, she's going to ace it. First off by having a chat with her parents (who would to overstep), then MC's parents. About what is allowed and isn't. The grandparents don't get to dictate the pregnancy, the childbirth, the child. If they want to be involved then they will be expected to abide by Kara and MC's wishes or be cut out. That simple. (She will buy too many baby clothes ahead of time, it will be a problem)

💛 M - What!? Excuse you, whose pregnant? With a baby? Like an actual human being? How did this happen!? (This is M's reaction regardless of whose pregnant. )MC has to remind shocked M how in fact that did happen. In which case M turns blood red and refuses to look at MC until they've calmed down.) M is going to go through 5 stages. 1 being shock, 2 being really shocked 3 understanding 4 go back and repeat step 1, 2 and 3. 5 acceptance. Leading them all the way to joy. M will take a good bit before they get through those steps, but when they do they're happy, nervous but happy. M isn't sure how to deal with kids. If they have one should they just go ahead and have another too? M will want to call their mothers' immediately. Get some info about raising a kid and what to expect. They will order far too many books about kids and what to expect when you're expecting. (take their computer for their own good)

💜 Isaac - They very well might have a breakdown, and it's not due to not wanting to have a kid with MC. It's more of knowing that you're not promised forever, as someone who lost their mother. Isaac is going to take it hard. Because she will never get to see her grandchild, and Isaac will never get to have that moment with her. Now onto how they feel outside of that, Isaac will struggle. Because they realize they have something else to lose, and to someone who is afraid of committing due to that it's not an easy situation to be in. They would need reassurance, that this is what MC wants. That they'll work hard, and together will do their best for their child. Isaac wants to be there for everything, every checkup, every milestone. All of it. Proudest parent ever.

🖤 Ardent - The amount of breeding jokes to be told : 14. The amount of tears shed: Over 50. Which he will deny with every breath. They're happy tears. Happy to have a family with MC, happy for his niece to have a cousin to navigate the world with. He is too happy, so cocky. Rubbing MC's belly, giving it so many kisses. He did that, him! Can you believe it? Not to mention, Cupid is going to have to take classes now. That's the first step, Cupid learning how to behave around babies. Ardent is very big into reading, he will overread though. Like MC is going to learn the nitty gritty just like he is. Oh, and they'll probably have to move if they're currently living in the apartments. To a place with an actual yard, the kind his parents had back in Greece. MC will be spoiled, because Ardent will cook every meal. He will ensure MC doesn't have to life a finger, or even Cupid if they feel like they can't. He would be a great dad, plus he has been saving up dad jokes. I apologize ahead of time.

[dinogoofymutated]

Listen but I feel like if Warren’s S/O truly accepts him for being a mutant, unlike his dad, hoo boy it fuels him with the desire to start a family with em to make up for his dad treating him like the family’s dark secret

OH MY GOD YESSSSS. Warren has such potential to be an absolute sweetheart of a family man I SWEAR!!! He'd want to have kids and give them all that support he didn't get because he knows there's such a big chance they'll be mutants.

He wants to protect them from his dad but at the same time he still wants them to know their grandfather and the love he would give them before their powers present (if they ever do)- but then he also doesn't want to break their heart and have that love taken away if they are mutants in the end.

I also feel like his dad might be more accepting of his grandchild rather than Warren as well. You know how some parents will treat their child terribly and then once they have a grand baby in the way they suddenly want back in their lives?? Like at first Warren's dad is so absent and awful and then there's a baby on the way and suddenly he's back in the game full throttle?? Warren's his only child ( i think??), this is his only chance to be a gradfather.

Even worse, if he FAVORS the baby over Warren? Always comparing them and shit?? Warren tells his kid what to expect from every visit because he knows it's not healthy for the kiddo to have to deal with him even in the short term. Imagine if the kiddo gets mutant powers and it's not a physical mutation, which just makes the favoritism worse?? Warren's dad telling the kiddo that he's just SO glad they're not like those OTHER mutants and can pass as a "normal, respectable person"?

And obvs the kiddo feels terrible about it all and Warren makes it his mission to make sure his kid knows that they are loved no matter what, and that grandpa is just an asshole. Warren will be the man to break the cycle, and he really just wants his family to be cared for and safe at the end of the day.

Now, on another note....

Imagine that spring after Warren is fully smitten and on a one-way track to fatherhood?? He's ridiculously hormonal. The motherfucker is so jealous of anyone else around you and horny 24/7. He needs his S/O pregnant ASAP (if afab, ofc. Although no matter what sex you are that sure as hell won't stop him from trying his damnedest.) He's a man on a mission goddammnit! His steps were: 1. Loving Partner. 2. Kids. And by God, is he going to get to that end goal in any way possible.

[amomentsescape]

Hey can I request jason voorhees x pregnant reader, they again already have a kid. It's late and jason is exhausted doing dishes or helping his wife get comfortable and hears a crash in the kids room and rushes over in full protective mode ready to attack, only to see a misty spirit if his mom glowing in the moon light, kissing the sleeping kid goodnight on their forehead and tucking em in and humming a lullaby saying "my beautiful grandbaby". Jason upon seeing this gets teary from joy and so does his mom and she tells jason that he's doing a great job as father and husband and she's proud but then fades away in the moon light and jason goes back to bed with his wife who wonders why he's extra extra affectionate and loving, and teary?

A Mother Knows Best

Jason Voorhees x Pregnant! Reader

Summary: In the middle of the night, Jason finally gets the sign that he's been looking for.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 787

A/N: I'm a bit sick currently and am definitely in a bit of a brain fog, so I hope this still came out to your liking!

After all this time living in the woods, there has never been a moment where Jason became fearful.

He could clearly protect himself, but even then, he knew no one would dare step into this area knowing that he was around.

It's exactly why he wanted to raise up his family here. He never wanted to worry about your safety, and he knew that growing up around nature would give his children the freedom to explore and be whoever they wanted without judgment.

It was another night like the rest. Jason was still rubbing your back long after you had already fallen asleep.

You were still in your first trimester, and the nausea mixed with the fatigue was kicking your ass.

Jason was doing whatever he could to help you get some rest, but unfortunately, there was only so much that could be done to alleviate that discomfort for you.

He continued to rub his rough hand along your soft skin, worrying that if he stopped, you would immediately wake up again.

It had taken a couple hours just to get the baby to bed earlier. And he couldn't help but feel guilty that he wasn't able to help more with the situation.

But like always, you just gave him a gentle smile and reassured him that everything was alright.

A sudden thud from the nearby room caused Jason to shoot up in bed, instantly being shaken from his thoughts.

Thankfully, you were still resting somehow, not having heard the same crashing sound Jason had.

This was the first time in forever that Jason actually felt fearful about something. But of course, he wasn't scared for himself, he was scared for his child.

He rushed to their room quickly, slightly curious as to why he hadn't heard his baby crying yet.

But when he finally reached the room, these worries and thoughts immediately left his brain.

A ghostly apparition stood over his child's crib. And although Jason wasn't too sure of what he was seeing at first, the gentle hum of her voice and the tilt of her head immediately struck him with realization.

"My sweet grand-baby," she cooed, touching her hand on their cheek.

It was only then that she turned to look at Jason.

An even wider smile stretched across her face, and her eyes were already teary. Jason could feel himself choking up at just the sight of her.

It had been years since he last heard her voice, and he never thought he'd be in a position to talk to her again.

Before he could even take a step into the room, his mother let out a sigh.

"I'm so proud of who you've become," she spoke softly, not wanting to wake her grandchild. "My beautiful boy. You've fought so hard for this life, and I couldn't be more happy to see how far you've come."

Jason was holding back sobs at this point, not knowing what else to do but take in her words and truly convince himself that this wasn't some kind of dream.

"I love you," she whispered.

The moonlight from the window seemed to shine even brighter as her ghost became more and more translucent. She reached her hand out towards him as she faded away, and Jason about sprinted into the room in hopes of catching her before she left.

But she was gone in an instant, and he was suddenly left there with a fast beating heart and tear-stained cheeks.

To know that his mother had never really left him and was happy of what's he's done seemed to lift a weight from his shoulders.

There was no more doubt in his mind that he was making the right decisions for you and your children. He was truly doing his best.

He quickly made his way back to your shared room, cuddling into the sheets behind you and pulling your body into his so tightly that you were already beginning to open your eyes.

"Jason?" you asked hoarsely, still a bit sleep drunk. "Everything okay?"

You could feel him nod into the crook of your neck, nuzzling in even further.

In your haze, you rolled back over and shut your eyes again, already drifting back into a deep sleep.

He was thankful for this. There was no way he'd be able to explain what just happened without breaking down right now. So instead, he looked over your sleeping form and placed his hand softly on your belly.

He smiled instantly, knowing his mother would continue to look out for him and his family. In fact, he swore he could hear a faint hum in his ear as he too began to doze off into a peaceful sleep.

[parkerdoeswriting]

I’m in Love With How You Feel

(TASM!Peter x PregTeen!Reader)

category: fluff oneshot

summary: preggo teen!reader and peter discuss baby and living situations

warnings: (teen) pregnancy, reader is written to be afab but is referred in neutral terms

word count: 0.8k

A/N: im lowkey tempted to make this like a just teeny tiny series with two or three more parts so if that’s something at least one person wants to see I will write it

pt 2 to Anyone Else But You, but you don’t gotta read it to understand this

“Hello goober” Peter coos into your bump, pressing small kisses to the surface of it.

“Goober?” you laugh, ruffling his hair.

He smiles dorkishly at you, his hands caressing your bump.

You’ve been pregnant for around 5 months, and ever since then, Peter could not keep his hands off your stomach. He tried not to touch it during school, so as to not drag attention to it, but you were getting to the point where your bump showed against your baggy sweaters.

You managed to somehow inform your parents of the news, and thankfully they didn’t kill you on the spot. They were upset at you and Peter of course, but they noticed how happy you two were and so they supported you both, and were excited to meet their future grandchild.

Then next was May, Aunt May. Peter felt better telling her about the baby then you were telling your parents. You can still see her expression when you both told her of the situation, a mix of shock and pure joy. Her arms wrapping around you both to give you a soul crushing bear hug.

“Are you staying the night?” you ask him, your hands resting on your bump gently.

“Mhm, never gonna leave you” he mumbles against your belly.

You chuckle softly at his words, petting his hair as he practically clings to you.

“You’re gonna have to go home eventually” you remark, making little ponytails in his hair.

“Nope, gonna bring you with me” he smirks cheekily at you, sitting up so he can wrap you up in his arms.

“That reminds me actually, when I do give birth, are you gonna visit a lot?” you ask, rubbing your bump.

“Well.. I was hoping we could live together so I can help at night” he says, pressing small kisses to your cheek.

“Like- get an apartment?!” you tilt your head in confusion.

“Mhm, I’m starting a job soon so I’ll start getting some sort of income” he plays with your hair.

“I don’t know if we can even rent- cause we aren’t eighteen yet..” you sigh, frowning softly.

He sighs as well as he looks up at you, his lower lip jutting out. It’s been hard figuring out what you should both do after the birth of the baby, Peter doesn’t want to leave you to be the carer the majority of the time, and you don’t want him to miss out on his education, which has caused a small strain in your relationship.

“Well, we could either do like a week here and a week at my place, or I could spend all my nights here? I’m sure May would understand” he offers sweetly, reaching for your hand.

“I kinda like the idea of a week there and a week here, we could do that after a couple weeks after this demon is born” You giggle at my joke, putting his hands back on your bump.

As if on cue, the baby kicks against your stomach. Peter’s eyes widen as he looks at you in shock, laughing softly.

“Our little demon” he leans in to kiss you, his thumbs rubbing circles on your bump.

“We still gotta figure out names” you whisper to him, looking down at your bump.

“Stinker if it’s a boy, stinkerette if it’s a girl” he chuckles.

“Stop fooling around” you laugh back, messing his hair up.

“Fine, what do you think we should name ‘em?” he reaches for your hair in return, giving it a quick mess up.

“Dunno, was thinking maybe Juno for a girl?” you giggle mischievously.

“We are not naming our child after that movie” he laughs, planting his face back into your bump.

“Oh come on.. it’s a very beautiful name” you pout.

He shakes his head, his nose brushing against your belly. You scoff playfully at him, shifting your body so you’re lying on your back.

“Noo.. don’t move” he mumbles, trying to hold you in place.

“Just laying down Pete” you stretch out, yawning.

“You sleepy?” his head pops up.

“Always” you chuckle at your little joke.

He moves his face from your bump up to your face as he lays next to you, paying attention to you. He cups your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. It was all like some sort of routine of his, he’d spend time making sure the baby felt loved and cared for, and then made sure his baby felt loved and cared for as well.

“Love you” he mumbles assuringly, staring deep into your eyes.

You blush, leaning into his touch, cupping his hands with yours.

“Love you too” you smile, yawning again.

He moves on his side, his body pressing against your sides as he lays his leg over yours, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. You know he won’t fall asleep until you do, but it doesn’t matter. You slowly feel yourself fade into dreamland, the stress from the pregnancy dripping away with each second you let yourself succumb.

[typecastwritesssss]

okay but like the wind waker man. that intro. so many questions. we all know ocarina is dark but man wind waker just straight up said "and then they all drowned and the gods never came to help" hello??? how many years. how many decades. how much time did the adult hero of time buy for them? which child of zelda’s was daphnes? her son? grandchild? great-grandchild? when he stared at the rising waters and realized nothing was going to save them, his kingdom, did he think it was retribution for all the war? 

has it really been all that long? yes and also no. the lines are so blurred. the zora are birds and the kokiri are koroks and they had time to Get That Way but everywhere you look the old Hyrule, the Hero of Time himself, they're both all over the place. the deku tree is implied to be the sprout from the adult timeline but honestly who knows. the golden goddesses are statues on islands somewhere and there was a tower built to test who came after but…who and how and why? what was the tower of the gods even for? how did they know they’d need it? at what point did they accept the hero of time was never coming back so they’d probably need to train a new one? 

and oh my god, that outset island tradition. “dress your kids in green and give ‘em a sword and pray to the gods they’ll have the courage to cast down evil.” link rolls his eyes at it but he wears them to appease grandma. the revered clothes of the hero have had time to pass into “stupid traditional getup” territory. how many “failed Links” were there before Aryll’s brother? what evil could those children have possibly stricken down? the monsters in the woods?

“what became of that kingdom? none remain who know” like goddamn. say what you want about the hero’s shade in twilight princess. but at least the traumatized ghost got to meet one of his descendants and pass on his songs and his knowledge, even if that knowledge was only of war and death and combat. in the wind waker he’s a statue. an element of a legend mentioned once or twice by the last remaining holdouts of the past—holdouts who so badly want him to return, view him as the solution over all else, that they never pause to consider any other option. there are stained glass windows of the seven sages in the master sword’s chamber that are never mentioned. there is so much that is never mentioned.

nobody knows what the fuck anybody is talking about. link doesn’t know old hylian. tetra is running around the high seas (as a pirate. she and her retainers are now pirates. how did things get that way) with a piece of the damn triforce around her neck and she doesn’t know who ‘princess zelda’ even is. the juxtaposition between ganondorf, older and tired and wiser but still hell-bent on ruling hyrule even if it is a dead land full of nothing and no one, and tetra, a zelda that knows nothing, asking why he’s laughing and calling him insane. because hyrule’s dead. she has no frame of reference for his longing, or what he found so great about this sunken kingdom.

and this is framed as a good thing. the king of red lions thinks it’s better not to let either of the kids in on the loop until tetra nearly dies for lack of knowledge. daphnes nolhansen hyrule brought “the hero” back just to end ganon, and hyrule with him. was the plan always to let the sea fall in on him? maybe. i don’t know. but he rejects zelda’s plea with him to take him with them to the land that will be the new hyrule, because “it will not be hyrule. it will be your land” and that still gets me. he thinks the best thing to do with his kingdom, Hyrule, the kingdom of a whole hell of a lot of irl people’s childhoods, is for it to wash away. he wants the kids to live for the future and they do and they will and they name it hyrule anyway in his honor but he never gets to see it.

anyways i’m still mad everybody got butthurt over “trains in a zelda game” like come on now

[1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess]

MTL to have a breeding kink - (NCT 127 edition)

with motivations because why not author's note: don't mind me just making a subtle comeback after what feels like eons. :)

most

JEFFERY (jaehyun) Haechan Yuta

Johnny Doyoung

Mark Jungwoo Taeyong

Taeil

least

Jaehyun - literally thinks it's the most romantic thing ever. For him the purpose isn't necessarily like, to mark you or anything but def feels like it brings you two closer. I feel like Jeff- sorry... Jaehyun thinks it's somewhat of a bonding thing. It's a really sweet and sentimental act for him.

he's also well aware you're on birth control but part of him hopes you can start a family soon cuz he's down with that shit or whatever🥺

Haechan

Genuinely just because he's freaky as fuck! Like the first time you do it without a condom, he def ends up over-stimming you and himself because of how fucking good it feels. Like when I tell you this man is whipped for your pussy, I mean it.

Kinky ass bitch (smh)

Yuta

As sweet of a partner as he can be, this man is the literal devil in the bedroom. So fucking possessive and it's kinda hot iwl. Like he's territorial to a fault. If you were to go to a friend's party or something with him, he's fine with you living your life but when somebody starts getting a little too comfy while chatting you up and see you entertaining them purely for comedic purposes so you can have a good laugh back home with yuta at how terrible the persons attempt at picking you up was, he's fuming. Politely pulling you aside into the host's guest bathroom and fucking the shit out of you. Takes your panties and gives you a little kiss telling you to keep it all in so that when your little friend chats you up and it starts dripping you'll be a humiliated mess and it's all because of Yuta.

Talk about a sadist...

Johnny

Now he may seem like such a gentleman, heck that's why your parents are so fond of him. If only they knew what really went on in his mind. This guy has an array of freaky shit he's into but his absolute favourite has got to be filling you up. Absolutely loves the face you make when you feel his warmth in you. Thinks you're so cute. He's also a sucker for the absolute mess he makes of you. "C'mon baby, you heard your parents, we can't keep 'em waiting any longer for a grandchild. Now, be a good girl and take it". He knows you're absolutely whipped for him when he hears you babbling on about carrying his kinds and whatnot.

What a menace

Doyoung

Wowwww, he just likes the absolute thrill of it. The thought of him knocking you up turns him on to no end. Can't help but get all giddy at the thought of having a family with you. And he acts like he's a nonchalant mf but can't wait to see the day you become a mommy.

aww he's such a sweetie

Mark

He finds it so hot cumming in you but is shit scared of actually getting you pregnant since you guys are still pretty young. Probably won't fuck you raw as often as any of the guys above him on the ranks but still finds it nice. He thinks it's like cute and when you guys raw dog it (I'm so sorry I realise how goofy that sounds💀) he gets all soft (not literally) but he's all cuddly and likes staying in you for a while and just lays atop of you and wraps you in such a warm embrace after. "M-Mark... baby you can get out now." "Just one more minute, you're so nice and warm"

he's such a big baby... emphasis on big👀

Jungwoo

Now don't get him wrong, he finds it so sexy and definitely gets the hype of fucking raw. but... it really doesn't do anything for him. Like he's not doing it to claim you or knock you up but purely because if it's shit you're into then he'll do it to make you happy.

aww gosh darn it, c'm'ere sweet baby.

Taeyong

He'd rather cum on your boobies. He's such a titties man Like, I know we're moving more into an ass or titties type mtl but he's not about that. Besides, he's already your baby. why would you want another?🥺🥺

damn it now i'm all soft...

Taeil

My man is not about that 24/7 babysitting life. Bitch has it hard as is, babysitting the neos from 9 to 5. When he gets home, he'd rather it just be you and him against the wall- I mean world.🤭

[callmewrinkles3]

Truth

June 2023

Em had been on too many of these tables in the last few weeks. Lying back and told the gel was going to be cold, staring at a screen. But this was the important scan. This was the one that meant more than she could say. Dan was holding her hand as they stared at the screen.

“And here’s your baby. They’re measuring perfectly, everything’s good to go.” The technician said and Em let out a long breath. It was ok. They were ok. Their baby was there and safe and things were going to be ok.

“They’re healthy? It looks good?” She asked, trying to bite back tears.

“From what we can see everything is fine. You’re officially out of your first trimester Mrs Ricciardo. Congratulations.”

“Can you keep it on for a minute? We haven’t told my parents yet.” She nodded and Dan pulled his phone out, opening up FaceTime. Grace answered quickly and Em put her free hand over her mouth to stop herself from blurting anything out.

“Danny? Is everything ok? I thought you were calling later?” She asked and Dan couldn’t help letting out a grin.

“We’re good Mum, we’re really good. Em and I thought you’d like to meet your next grandchild.”

“What? JOE! Joe you need to see this! Michelle get over here!” Dan turned the camera to Em who waved at her in-laws, tears fully pouring now as she grinned. They’d been there for the worst moments, supporting them both last year when they were devastated and grieving the possibilities. Keeping this from them had felt impossible but now it was so good to get to show them something happy at last.

“Meet your next grandchild. I’m thirteen weeks, everything’s good. We’re good.” The joy on the faces was clear even from the tiny screen. Dan turned it so they could see the scan and got their look at the baby. It was still so small but there. The technician flicked on the Doppler so they could hear a heartbeat and Em’s tears began to flow again. This was real.

They left with a pile of photos and a promise to be back in Perth in a couple of weeks once Dan had finished some work in England. It was holding hands as they drove back to Scotty and Chloe’s where they’d been holed up for the last week. They needed this so badly and she still couldn’t fully believe it.

Blake met them at the door, nerves clear on her big brother’s face. Em grinned as soon as she saw him.

“Thirteen weeks, one healthy baby, heartbeat strong and we have photos. It’s happening, Blakey. It’s happening.” He grabbed them both into a tight hug and Em let herself be pulled into it. Her boys were there and she was so happy she could cry again. But there was two more people to tell before she could really relax.

That night at dinner Chloe started pouring wine for everyone. Em put her hand over her glass like she had been and her best friend just shook her head.

“I should have expected that from you, you’ve been off drinking for a while. Had too much at the wedding and still staying off?” Em couldn’t stop giggling, watching as Scotty looked at her too. “What?”

“I didn’t actually drink at your wedding at all. I haven’t had a drink since my wedding. Everything got confirmed today so I can say it. I’m thirteen weeks pregnant.”

“Em? Seriously? You’re having a baby?!” Chloe pulled her into a hug as Em heard the commotion in the background.

“You absolute cunt knocking Em up! I better be an uncle!”

[wolfpawzjakey]

Percy's eyes change between the sea wave and the warm brown, - bright and warm as fire, cozy and comfortable as hot chocolate. Percy likes it. He likes to see himself with Sally's eyes.

Pele looks into the eyes of her great-grandson and sees her son, as if her son, her pride and joy are alive again. She is also willing to tolerate this piece of ice next to him, the main thing is that her Percy is happy.

Jason's eyes are always blue, the changes between lightning and ice are almost imperceptible - Intimidating and menacing as lightning, calm and confident as ice.

Poli'ahu looks into the eyes of her great-grandson, her daughter seems alive again, her divine essence is aching with disappointment, her daughter was her most beloved child who ever, but she disappointed her, left, abandoning her mother. She hoped that Jason would atone for her sin, but again disappointment.

I was so sleepy last few days sorry for not answering sooner eheh

Percy with eyes so entrancing, like the flickering of flames. And Jason with eyes so entrapping, like being encased in everlasting ice. They should eat away at each other, weaken each other, but much to the dismay of yet another pair of gods, they don’t. They strengthen each other, entirely the opposite of what is natural. Sure, Pele is warmer about it (hehe), she’s more accepting to Percy’s choice for happiness, but the disappointment of lying with a great grandchild of Poli’ahu still toys with her nerves. And Poli’ahu, she’s not fond of the situation at all. She doesn’t meddle as much as she could, disappointment is an understatement to her, but she’s hands off of Jason. She claims it’s because he’s a tainted child, just like her daughter, but in all reality, she too just wishes happiness for him, even if his taste is heinous at best.

-

The godly meddling of their great grandmothers is by far less than the Greek and Roman gods and goddesses most likely, heritage much further out than the Greek/Roman side of which they’re literally beaten to a pulp by any day of the week. Plz goddesses give em a break, let fire and ice dance together until they’re melted and turned to ash. We beg 🫠

[humaforever]

How do you think Captain Hook would react/ interact with Harry and Uma's child?

He probably doesn't give a single fuck. He's just like "As long as I don't have to deal with it"

I mean he doesn't like kids, I don't think he knows how to interact with them normally. All of his kids were an accident and I don't think he was that present and active in their lives. Okay, I don't think he absolutely hates his kids, but I don't think he likes 'em that much either.

That being said, I can't see why he would think any differently about grandkids. He doesn't really know what to do with the kid, also I think he can't stand babies. I don't think he knows how to properly handle a baby either so he's probably just looking at it weird, leaving the room if it starts crying because he's annoyed. If he tried to pick it up, he'd try to pick it up by its arm or something, which btw Uma would not let happen.

Uma probably has slight concerns when her child is around any of the Hooks (except Harry, because well, he's the father.) But even if Harriet and CJ aren't great with kids, they would love the thing and would never intentionally hurt their niece/nephew. Hook on the other hand, okay I doubt he's trying to intentionally hurt his grandchild either, but he's also not trying very hard or putting in any effort and I don't think Uma or Harry are having that.

[midmorninggrey]

@cityelfweek has been going on all week. Seeing the new and old works on my dash has been absolutely fantastic!

I didn't think I would have time to participate, but all the love for city elves got me excited, so I whipped up a quick story with my OC Loran from his childhood in the Starkhaven alienage.

This story does include fishing and a brief mention of animal death.

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When he finally came home out of the rain, knees muddy and hands scraped, Loran went to hide with the only quiet person in the room. His grandmother had spent the storm next to the stove, swaddled under their best blankets. She’d grown so old that she looked young again; she resembled her newest grandchild, born only a fortnight ago, more than she did any of her black-haired daughters. Still, she smiled when Loran kissed her waxy cheek, and her bony grip was strong when she took his hand.

"Oi, Fish Fingers."

Caught, Loran met his brother’s bright eyes. He hated the nickname even though Ru always sung it out like a compliment. 

"We're going to the river tonight," Ru told him then went back to poking the cook pot. “Eels are out.”

Only Talea, looking up from the table where she was rolling biscuits, found room to argue with Ru. With long brown curls and an upturned nose that was now dotted with flour, she was called one of the prettiest girls in Starkhaven before she married Ru. He’d heard his brother call her beautiful every day since their wedding, but Loran always thought her face was too small. Whenever she looked at him, her eyes and mouth shrank tighter.

“Can’t you wait til morn?” she asked, voice pinched. “They’re so slimy.”

"Nay, this storm will have them all riled up.” Ru spoke with an easy confidence that matched his broad shoulders. Any elf could nail two boards together, but if an elf in Starkhaven wanted their home to be standing for their grandchildren, they put the work in Ru’s hands.

Loran watched his brother reach out and wipe the flour from Talina’s nose. Ru went on.

"The guard took all the traps up, broke 'em to bits, and said no more nets either. It's the blasted slow poles now. But Fish Fingers will pick them out of the water - won't you?"

He mimed a fast pinching motion and grinned at Loran. 

Sometimes, when Ru smiled, Loran wondered if he looked like their father. His cheeks were marked by the pox that had taken their mother and a sister, but there was plain handsomeness to his face; no one had doubted Talea’s decision to marry him. Her family was happy with the match too. With his good sense and unbroken promises, many understood that Ru was building a reputation worthy of a Haren.

Loran could imagine his brother among the Elders. When they first came to ask Ru favors, he had served them weak tea, and Loran was allowed to linger if he sipped his cup in silence. These days, when the Elders came through the door without knocking, Ru brought out a bottle and sent him away.

"I don't want to go for eels," he spoke up.

Ru’s look of disappointment, Loran knew, came from their mother. “I’ve got these lines all mended, food in eight bellies, roofs patched all the way up the hill – what’ve your fast fingers been helping me with lately?”

“I helped fix Karsi’s place.” Loran slowly began to work his hand from his grandmother’s grip. With her deaf ears, she’d already dozed off.

“That take all day?” Ru raised his brow, and Loran knew his brother was calling him a liar. “Go fetch bait.”

Loran answered with sullen silence, looking at the hot, half-made supper that would be cold by the time he returned.

“Now.”

-

After night had set in, the brothers put baskets on their backs and set off down streets swollen with water and filth. The storm had sent all of Starkhaven’s dirt spilling onto the doorsteps of the alienage. Come morning, when the sun broke through the gray clouds, the smell would be worse than the bag of chum in Loran’s hand. He kept his other hand on the knife tucked into his belt. Ru, carrying their old poles tucked under his arm, moved through the mess unbothered. Loran was careful to step in his footprints.

Not many people knew the old path they took to the river. Ru said their father had shown him the way; he kept some secrets for family. Tonight the narrow trail was slick, with the cool mud coating Loran’s toes, and he slid to his knees twice before they reached the bank. They didn’t stop until they were knee-deep in the wide, flat water.

Ru moved upstream in the shallows, but never so far that Loran couldn’t catch the glow of his eyes. He was right that they venture out tonight; the eels were quick to bite, and the brothers dragged their long, whipping bodies from the stillness of the river. After a short move with their knives, the wriggling struggles of the fish ended. Even in the dark, Loran could see that after each eel Ru put in his basket, his brother made the sign of thanks across his forehead like their mother had taught them. Loran tried to copy him until his hands became thick with eel slime.

When Loran’s basket was beginning to grow heavy, Ru waded over to him.

"Your fingers aren't feeling fishy, eh?"

"I've caught more than you." Loran mumbled, trying to thread fresh chunk onto his hook.

Ru peered into his brother’s basket. "All the wee ones, looks like."

When Loran only scowled in reply, Ru stretched his arms tall.

"You used to catch the big ones - bigger than you! With your hands." 

Loran cast his line with a sharp flick of his wrist. "I'm not a kid anymore."

"Okay, okay, if you don't think you can do it.” Ru pressed his palms together in a show of exaggerated sympathy. “It's a shame you got slow in your old age." 

“I’m not slow,” Loran snapped, although he knew his brother’s game. "I can do it. It's not hard."

"If you say so."

Loran shoved his pole into Ru’s hand with a glare, grabbed a handful of bait from the bag, then knelt down in the river. He reached his arms out in the black water. Even though Ru kept his smile, he seemed to understand the seriousness of Loran taking his challenge, and he stayed still. They waited.

After a time, when all he felt against his hands was the black push of the river, Loran began to worry. He worried no eel would come. Or if one finally came, with Ru’s eyes on him, he would miss it. The cold river ran faster around his neck. Ru believed he could catch one; what if he was wrong?

Then he felt a sliver flash over the back of his left hand. He held his breath. When it came again, he struck. He pulled the eel out of the water and it began to thrash, but it was too late. Loran had his grandmother’s grip.

Ru whooped. “Gods! You’ve caught a water dragon.”

Loran giggled as he juggled the slimy beast. The eel wasn’t the largest catch that night, he knew, but when Ru grabbed his shoulders and laughed, it felt like it could be.

[disappointmentthemusical]

grammar basics

punctuation

commas are only used:

to separate two independent clauses with a conjunction, e.g., "I went to the park, and and I ate ice cream, so I'd say it was a pretty good day." (A sentence like: "I think we should leave and go home" does not need a comma because the second phrase, "and go home," is a dependent clause.)

to surround nonessential information. This is anything that is not vital to the sentence. Essential vs. nonessential information examples: a. "He drove by a row of houses, which were packed tightly together." vs. "He drove by a row of houses that were packed tightly together." "Which" is indicative of nonessential information, which requires use of a comma, while "that" is used for essential information and does not use a comma. b. "And then she ran to hug her wife, Sarah." vs. "And then she ran to hug her wife Sarah." If the subject has only one wife, then the name and title are separated by a comma. But if the subject has many wives, and it must be clarified which wife she's hugging, then the name is essential and does not have a comma. This is true for anything: friends, parents, siblings, coworkers, etc.

for lists. USAmerican journalism does not allow the Oxford comma, but it doesn't matter in other fields, so long as it's consistent.

after an exact date or location is given. Example: "We met on Aug. 13, 2001, and fell in love immediately, but I had to catch a bus to Beaufort, South Carolina, to meet my fiance's family."

Semicolons are used:

to separate two similar independent clauses without a conjunction. Example: "He smirked meanly; it was always so easy to rile his sister." (NOTE: The correct alternative to this sentence is to split it into two, not use a comma; that would be a comma splice.)

for lists, for clarity. Examples: "When I was at grandma's house, I ate green beans; shrimp and grits; and macaroni and cheese"; "When we get home we need to do the laundry; make sure Roger is OK with everyone coming over and ask about his stereo; clean the kitchen; and bury the body." (NOTE: While it's up to preference whether to include the Oxford comma, use the semicolon after each list item.)

Ellipses are only used:

to indicate that part of a quote has been taken out.

Em-dashes are used:

to indicate a pause, e.g. "The kid looked – strange." NOT "The kid looked... strange."

to include nonessential information or give an aside. E.g., "And when I saw her in that dress – blue, just like her eyes – I felt my heart stop."

turns of phrase and redundancies

It's only "whether," NOT "whether or not" – that's redundant.

"Try to" NOT "try and."

Toward, forward, onward, etc., NOT towards, forwards, onwards, etc.

Regarding, with regard to, in regard to. (Never "regards.")

"Unexpected surprise" – all surprises are unexpected.

"Heavy in weight" – so it's heavy.

"X colored" – just say the color.

numbers

Spell out numbers 0-9, and use numerals for 10 and above. This includes things like the fifth and the 11th.

Use numerals for all ages, and hyphenate it. Examples: "His eldest grandchild is 36-years-old, but his youngest is not yet 3-months-old!"

Use numerals for height and measurements, e.g., "The gnome stood proudly at 1-foot and 3-inches tall."; "The dude's got to be at least 6-foot-5."

[imheretocausechaos25]

Ctimene headcanons because she is an interesting character (and i wish we knew more of her relationships with her family members and eurylochus)

• ctimene is younger than ody about I'd say 7 years (we don't know their age difference mind you)

•Collects pearls and seashells as if it's her job and makes eurylochus and ody join in just so she can bully them for finding the ugliest seashells ever

•Loves food, give her ANYTHING she'll eat it in seconds,Adores olives tons and grapes

•Was odys wingwoman when he wanted to get with Penelope

•had to be the victim of odys countless of rents about Penelope

•She loves going on walks on the beach with Eurylochus and they go swimming in the middle of the night

•Her and Penelope are bffs,they take walks together on the beach and talk about stuff their idiotic and simp husbands do

•since we don't know if ctimene is alive or dead by the time ody returns, I'd personally like to think she was in ithaca taking care of Laertes and looking out for Telemachus safety

•Has the brains!(She's a great grandchild of a god why wouldn't she?)

•loves playing the Lire

•Can rant about one specific thing she found for hours (eurylochus is the victim of listening to her

•collects seashells and pearls and makes several hair accessories (Ody and eurylochus have matching pearl bracelets ctimene made for them)

•after going to same she started wearing blue more in order to get acostumed to her surroundings

•If Eurylochus didn't die i think they would of had at least 2 kids,a boy and girl

•Has literal beef with the suitors like wtf

•Forced ody to give her piggyback rides as a child

•Third wheeled penny and ody until eurly popped up

•Favourite god is ares(he's the protector of women)

•Hurt her family she WILL throw hands!

•Was around Telemachus alot while he grew up because she wanted him to have an other relative close to him

•teached Telemachus how to swim etc

• veli hair pieces is a must!,she loves them because she can use em to be dramatic whenever she argues with ody

[gamerbearmira]

🌻Gods, that giftless grandchild au is insane, I love the idea big-time. I wonder what the breaking point was for Julietta to finally say "No, mi hijos and sobrinos will not go through what mis hermanos and I did"...

Julietta looked downstairs at the two girls, happy to see them scrambling and playing as if the world was their oyster. Isa and Dol were happy with their little made-up game, something that involved strange abilities that they called gifts like flight or super screams. Their eyes were aglow with the excitement that their Abuela had instilled in them, that, "In a few months, mis nietas, we will see if you will have gifts like your mothers and tio".

But Julietta didn't want that for Isabella or Dolores.

No, she knew exactly what having gifts was like. It was Julietta working herself to the bone to repair the bones of others, as if healing was fueled by her working, cooking, nonstop. It was Pepa hiding emotions or forcing specific moods on herself to follow the whims and desires of their Mamá, even when Pepa just wanted to let her emotions flow how they truly were. It was Bruno getting future visions of everything from births to deaths to everything in between, his only payment being migraines and judgement from the people surrounding them.

Julietta was determined to not let these things happen to her girls (Dol was just as much hers as Isa, just as Isa was Pepa's too). Julietta frowned at the candle sitting in the window, her mother's place of pride, and distastefully whispered, "You will not hurt these girls. I will get Pepa and Brunito, and you will not hurt them like you did us."

One, I’m glad you like it <333 Two this is so cool⁉️⁉️ This is. Pretty much exactly how it goes to be honest. Though Julieta knew Isabela and Dolores would likely get gifts, she didn’t want them too. Sure, they would definitely be helpful, maybe, but she also knew of the cons that came with a gift. And frankly? The cons outweighed the pros. She didn’t want to subject neither Isabela or Dolores to that.

A big driving point is Bruno. How he’s treated for something he can’t even control is asinine. And both her and Pepa know what overworking can do to a person. So what do they do?

They prevent the ceremonies, and therefore the gifts.

Triplets become emo 2023

Now how they do it, I’m still debating. If you have idea, you should <3 totes give ‘em to me. But so far I have two ideas.

The triplets have gifts. Can’t give a gift to someone who already has a gift. So either one, the night before, they touch the doors. This causes them to fluctuate and then disappear. On their birthdays, they wake up to the doors aren’t. Or two, when no one’s looking, they touch the doors at the ceremony, and they disappear at the party. Either way results in one of the triplets (or even the husbands?) touching the door and it disappears.

Or they stall. They do whatever they can to stall the ceremony delay. Make them Kate. If they miss the time of 7:00 pm, then it can’t happen, maybe. They will make anything and everything go wrong. Casita even manages to hide the candle from Alma, so she can’t find it on time. By then, the door disappears, and technically, it’s not their fault. After all, it was Casita (who is willing to take the blame) who lost the candle, and gee, everything just went so wrong. Oh well.

Isabela and Dolores get over it, with the help of the triplets, their fathers and Casita. Alma’s like “well there’s still Luisa”. Yeah. Sure. See how that goes. Every time a ceremony fails, she loses hope. ANYWAY THIS IS SO COOL ‼️‼️‼️ The kids def invest in hobbies, Isabela with gardening, Dolores with music, Luisa with working out, Camilo doing shows with Bruno, Mirabel with embroidery and sewing, and Antonio with animal care.

[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Twenty Six

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

As always, thank you so much for the love on this fic! This chapter is much softer than the last couple, giving our favs a well earned break from what I am putting them through in this story!

Please let me know what you think, your reactions genuinely mean the world to me!

-x-

Words: 3.2k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“I remember when our girl's days started with shopping and then ended in a bar, not the McDonalds in the mall’s food court,” Penelope says, smiling as she pops a fry into her mouth.

Emily chuckles, “It’s in the rules that the pregnant woman gets to choose where we eat.” 

“That’s true,” JJ chimes in, having a sip of her soda, “I always got to pick when I was having Henry.”

“See,” Emily says turning back to Penelope, “If you want to pick you have to have a baby of your own.”

Penelope visibly shivers, shaking her head, “No thank you, I am more than happy being the cool Aunt to Henry and Nugget.”  

Emily frowns, scrunching up her nose as she smiles at JJ before turning back to Penelope, “Why are you calling my baby ‘Nugget?’”

“Well since you refuse to find out what you are having I’ve had to improvise,” Penelope replies, nodding towards the box of McNuggets in Emily’s hand, “Plus chicken nuggets seem to have become one of your main food groups lately.” 

Emily clears her throat, her cheeks red with embarrassment, “I’ve been craving them.” 

“All I ever wanted to eat when I was pregnant was this one particular taco from Taco Bell,” JJ says sympathetically, smiling wryly, “Poor Will went out to get it for me so many times in the middle of the night.” 

Emily laughs, “Aaron has half-filled our freezer with nuggets, Jack is always delighted when he comes over.” She knew that Aaron was, at best, a few weeks away from hiding vegetables in her food just like he did for his son.

“Did you get everything you needed, Em?” JJ asks, looking at the bags of clothes on the spare chair at their table.

Emily nods in response, “I got a new bra and a couple of pairs of pants,” she says, scrunching her nose up, “None of my actual clothes fit me properly anymore but I’m going to try to put off buying maternity clothes as long as I can.” 

“Just think, before we know it we’ll be throwing your baby shower,” Penelope says, her excitement clear, and Emily chuckles wryly, “Which reminds me, I’ll need your mother’s number so I can contact her about that. I tried looking for it but it’s listed as classified.” 

Not for the first time, she finds herself grateful for the way she was raised, the way she can hold herself together in moments like this. It had been just over a week since she had seen Elizabeth, and it still stung when she thought about it, about how everything had gone south so fast. She was grateful that her mother had, so far, stuck to what she had asked and not contacted her, but it also hurt. An unspoken confirmation from her that she had chosen alcohol over her daughter. Over her grandchild. Despite everything, she still didn’t want anyone else to know, her need to keep it private, even from the people she considered her extended family, overriding anything else. 

She supposed, on some level, it was probably a good thing she’d never seen her mother that often anyway. It would make things less suspicious, but she’s sure questions would come further down the line when the baby arrived. 

When she and Aaron decided to finally get married. 

She twists her engagement ring around her finger and smiles at her friend, “That’s not really her kind of thing,” she says before reaching for her drink and taking a sip before she expertly, switches the conversation “I’m only 17 weeks Pen, let's not wish the time away. There's a lot to do before then,” she finishes her fries and sighs, the salty food taking the edge off of her rising panic for everything she and Aaron needed to organise before the baby was born, “Like finding a place to live.” 

It was a discussion that she and Aaron had started having when they found out she was pregnant. She loved her apartment, it had been her home for longer than anywhere ever had been before, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough for their growing family. Whilst the baby would be sleeping with them for the first few months after they were born, she didn’t want to eventually force Jack to share a bedroom with his sibling when he was with them. 

She wanted a house, a home. Somewhere her kids could grow up and run around together. Somewhere they could get covered in mud in the backyard. Everything she’d watched in the movies when she was young and convinced herself she’d never have herself. Aaron, despite having moved into her apartment less than a year ago, agreed, and part of her wondered why they hadn’t just bought a house then. If she was honest with herself, she knew it was because a part, a very small part, had still wanted some kind of control of the situation. 

“Have you still not found something?” JJ asks, well aware of the difficulty, and stress, of finding somewhere to live when pregnant. 

Emily groans, shaking her head as she places her hand on her stomach, her almost constant indigestion bubbling away, “No. Aaron is insistent on splitting everything down the middle which is insane,” she exclaims, blowing out a breath, “I have all of this money just sitting in my trust fund.”

They’d been disagreeing about it almost as long as they’d been talking about buying a house. She wanted to use her money, to buy them somewhere they could live forever, but Aaron was hesitant. She could never quite figure out if it was incredibly misplaced machoism that made him feel like he had to be the provider, or if he was just uncomfortable with the amount of money she had, or if it was both. 

Either way, it was frustrating, and she knew this was something they would likely run into a lot over the years. 

“And you have how much in that trust fund?” Penelope inquiries, making both Emily and JJ laugh, the question a regular one on every girl's night since she’d first confirmed their suspicions that she had a trust fund at all.

“Pen, if you can’t get that information out of me when I’m drunk, you have no chance when I’m sober.” 

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Emily sighs as she slumps back on the couch, rubbing her hands over her face as she takes a break from looking at real estate listings. 

“It can’t be that bad,” Aaron says as he sits next to her, handing over the ice cream she’d requested after dinner. She sits up, making Sergio who had been curled up in her lap, his head on her bump, jump up, meowing as he walks away. 

Emily grumbles as she takes the bowl from him, narrowing her eyes as she takes a bite, moaning at the taste of chocolate, “It is almost impossible to find a house that has everything we want within the budget we have.” 

Aaron sighs at the mention of it, familiar dread that what had so far only been a disagreement between them could easily transform into a full-blown argument, “Em-”

“I have the money, Aaron,” she says, placing her bowl of ice cream down on the table in front of them, her appetite for it gone.

“It’s your money, sweetheart.” 

She scoffs, shaking her head at him. “We’re having a kid. We’re going to get married. What happened to ‘what’s mine is yours?’” 

“I don’t know if that applies to literal millions of dollars,” he replies, remembering how he’d had to sit down when she originally told him how much money she had, a fearful glint in her eyes that it would change the way he viewed her. He sighs and places his hand on her thigh, squeezing it gently, “It’s just…I spoke to Dave and-”

“You listened to Dave about this?” She asks incredulously, cutting over him, “He’s been divorced four times, I don’t think he’s exactly the person to go to for relationship advice.”

“Three times,” Aaron corrects, a wry smile on his face, “And he’s the only other rich person I know.”

“I’m richer than him,” she grumbles under her breath as she crosses her arms over her chest. She looks at him and sees the flicker of amusement in his lips, the way his eyebrow arches, and she clears her throat, “Right, not helping,” she sighs, “Why are you so hesitant to do this my way? Is it some macho bullshit that you need to be the provider? Because if it is-”

“No,” he replies, squeezing her leg again, “I promise you it’s not that.” 

She stares at him for a moment, desperately trying to see if he’s lying to her, but she’s satisfied he isn’t and she places her hand over his on her leg, “Then what is it?” 

He doesn’t want to upset her, to make things harder on her than they had been since what small part of the relationship she had left with her mother had collapsed around her, but she deserved the truth. 

“I’ve been divorced once already, sweetheart,” he says carefully, hating himself as her eyes go slightly wider, “I need to be practical. If you buy us a house-”

“It will be our house,” she says, cutting over him, “Not mine. And if anything happened between us,” the thought of it alone makes her breath catch in her throat, “It would still be our house. We’ll have both of our names on the deeds. I wouldn’t just screw you over like that.” 

“I know,” he assures her, squeezing her hand, shaking his head at himself, “Why is this so important to you?”

She sighs, “That money in my trust fund came from my parents, and their parents, and the jobs they chose that meant we were never really a family,” she blows out a shaky breath, the wound from the conversation with her mother the week before still fresh, “And I always told myself that if I got married and had kids I’d use it to buy my family a home, to make something good out of the very thing that made my childhood miserable,” she places her hand on her bump, “For a long time I convinced myself I’d never have this and that I’d end up donating it all to a charity that would make mother furious, like a cat sanctuary or something, but now I do have you and Jack and Nugget.”

“I can’t believe the Nugget thing is catching on,” Aaron says, and she smiles at him, her eyes soft and full of love. She’d told him about their friend's nickname for their unborn child the moment she got home, and the confused look on his face had made her laugh so much she’d started to jokingly use it herself. 

“What can I say, Pen is persuasive,” she replies. She cups his neck, her thumb brushing over his jawline, “Please let me do this for us. If it makes you feel better you can pay all the bills when we do find somewhere, or we can keep this place and rent it out and that can go into an account for the kids, but…just let me do this.” 

He looks at her, and he isn’t sure he’s ever seen her so raw, so torn open. Her honesty a gateway that let him see the parts of her she still hid even from him sometimes. He picks up one of the more expensive listings she’d been looking at, far outside o the budget they’d tentatively agreed on and looks it over. 

“You like this one?” He asks, and she nods, her lower lip in between her teeth as if she was trying to keep her hope contained. It was a beautiful home, a large colonial-style house with a brick facade, the interior was largely open plan on the first floor, with large archways separating the rooms, letting natural light filter throughout the house. The bedrooms and bathrooms were all a decent size, especially the master bedroom and its adjoining ensuite, and there was plenty of space in the backyard for Jack, the baby, and any other kids they may have to run around. 

He finds himself mostly drawn to the huge, immaculately decorated, kitchen and he can picture himself making pancakes on a Sunday morning in there for his family.

“It’s a beautiful house,” he says, smiling at her and raising his eyebrow, “5 bedrooms?” 

She rolls her eyes at the suggestive tone in his voice, hearing exactly what he hadn’t said, and pats his chest, “Easy there tiger, at least let me have this kid before you start thinking about filling up the spare rooms.” 

Aaron chuckles and pulls her in for a kiss, “Let’s go see it.” 

The way her eyes light up tells him he’s made the right call, that putting aside any deep-rooted concerns and misplaced fear about letting her do this for them, for their family, is exactly what he should have done weeks ago when she first brought this up. 

“Really?” She asks, her smile wide, any ability to hide her emotions well and truly lost in the first trimester of her pregnancy. 

“Really,” he confirms, kissing her again, “I can see our family growing up there.” 

She throws herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly as she kisses him, the action lost in her wide smile, “I love you so fucking much.”

He chuckles and wraps his arms around her, pulling her so she was straddling his waist, her knees on either side of his hips, “I love you too.” 

“I’ll call the agent in the morning.” 

He nods and pulls her in for another kiss, smiling at the feel of her bump pressed up against him. “We won’t be able to do this for much longer,” he says, moving to kiss her cheek and then her neck, “We won’t have room.” 

She pulls back and smiles at him, and she runs her fingers through his hair, “In that case,” she says, leaning in to kiss him again, “We’d better make the most of it before we’re regulated to just the bed.” 

___

Cases with children were always harder. 

The desperation to solve the case, to find the bad guy who was doing the worst of things possible to the most innocent, more intense. She’d always felt great empathy for the parents in these situations, but now she could put herself somewhat in their shoes, her love for Jack, for the baby in her belly, enough to make her feel sick at the mere thought of something happening to them. 

She watches Aaron from her desk, her focus on her paperwork limited at best as she keeps looking through the blinds in his office, desperate to go check on him. She knew he found cases like this harder too. 

There were survivors this time, a little girl and a teenage boy reunited with their parents, the recovery from all that they had endured only just beginning, and that was something they could cling on to. Evidence that they all needed sometimes to remind themselves of why they did this. That didn’t make it any easier, and she knew they’d all remember the wails of one of the victim's fathers when he realised his son had been alive only one day ago. 

She blows out a breath and looks back at her paperwork, determined to get a little more done before they headed home, when she is distracted once again, but this time it wasn’t out of concern for her fiancé. 

It feels like tiny bubbles. Bursting against the inside of her belly, as if tiny butterflies were floating around, their wings delicate. She places her hand on her stomach and gasps, choking on a laugh. 

“Are you ok, Em?” Derek asks and she turns to look at him, nodding as she laughs again. 

“Yeah. I…I think I just felt the baby move for the first time,” she says, her hand still on the bump as she continues to feel the movement on the inside, “It feels weird.”

Derek smiles at her, his eyes soft as he nods towards Aaron’s office, “Go tell Hotch, we all need something good after today.” 

She nods, not needing any other encouragement, and she stands, almost bounding up the stairs as she approaches his office. She knocks on his open door and waits for him to look up. He looks exhausted, the lines in his face deeper than usual, as if they’d been carved in. 

“Do you have a minute?” She asks, and he smiles at her, already standing up from his desk.

“For you, always.”

It makes her smile, and she knows it’s one of the things he’s learnt from his past mistakes with Haley. He always made time for her, and in turn, she knew that was because she understood the job, the work that could sometimes consume them both. It was yet another way that, if she believed in fate, would make her think they were made for each other. 

She takes a seat on the couch in his office and waits for him to sit next to her, his arm automatically around her shoulder. She knew they couldn’t be seen from the main bullpen here, only if someone was on the walkway, but she was sure no one would begrudge them this after the last few days. 

“I just felt the baby move,” she says, her throat closing up as she says it outloud, her hormones getting the better of her as she fights back tears. 

“What?” He asks, his voice full of wonder as he presses his hand into her bump, and it makes her laugh.

“It will be a while before you can feel anything from the outside honey,” she says, resting her head against his shoulder. She feels the movement again, and she smiles, placing her hand over his, “I wish you could feel it though it's amazing. And really fucking weird.” 

Aaron laughs and kisses her temple, keeping his lips against her skin, “Nugget is the size of a pomegranate this week.”

She snickers at his use of the baby’s newfound nickname and pulls back to look at him, “I know, I’m reading the same book as you,” she says softly, “Spencer told me today that the baby weights as much as a mozzarella ball,” she crinkles her brow, her stomach rumbling at the thought of food, “Which, strangely, really made me want Italian food.” 

Aaron kisses her, eternally grateful for her, for the life they were building, “Sweetheart, I’d go to Venice to get you pizza right now if you asked me.”

She chokes on a laugh, but it comes out as more of a sob, her happiness overwhelming in a way she didn’t know was possible. “That’s sweet, but I’m totally content with that place down the street from our apartment.” 

“Whatever you want, Em,” he says, kissing her again, wiping a stray tear from her cheek, “Whatever you want.” 

-x-

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