#simply because we might get pregnant one day and need time off

[nerdgirlnarrates]

Even though it's been months since I switched from neurosurgery to internal medicine, I still have a hard time not being angry about the training culture and particularly the sexism of neurosurgery. It wasn't the whole reason I switched, but truthfully it was a significant part of my decision.

I quickly got worn out by constantly being questioned over my family plans. Within minutes of meeting me, attendings and residents felt comfortable lecturing me on the difficulties of having children as a neurosurgeon. One attending even suggested I should ask my co-residents' permission before getting pregnant so as not to inconvenience them. I do not have children and have never indicated if I plan to have any. Truthfully, I do want children, but I would absolutely have foregone that to be a neurosurgeon. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon more than anything. But I was never asked: it was simply assumed that I would want to be a mother first. Purely because I'm a woman, my ambitions were constantly undermined, assumed to be lesser than those of my male peers. Women must want families, therefore women must be less committed. It was inconceivable that I might put my career first. It was impossible to disprove this assumption: what could I have done to demonstrate my commitment more than what I had already done by leading the interest group, taking a research year, doing a sub-I? My interest in neurosurgery would never be viewed the same way my male peers' was, no matter what I did. I would never be viewed as a neurosurgeon in the same way my male peers would be, because I, first and foremost, would be a mother. It turns out women don't even need to have children to be a mother: it is what you essentially are. You can't be allowed to pursue things that might interfere with your potential motherhood.

Furthermore, you are not trusted to know your own ambitions or what might interfere with your motherhood. I am an adult woman who has gone to medical school: I am well aware of what is required in reproduction, pregnancy, and residency, as much as one can be without experiencing it firsthand. And yet, it was always assumed that I had somehow shown up to a neurosurgery sub-I totally ignorant of the demands of the career and of pregnancy. I needed to be enlightened: always by men, often by childless men. Apparently, it was implausible that I could evaluate the situation on my own and come to a decision. I also couldn't be trusted to know what I wanted: if I said I wanted to be a neurosurgeon more than a mother, I was immediately reassured I could still have a family (an interesting flip from the dire warnings issued not five minutes earlier in the conversation). People could not understand my point, which was that I didn't care. I couldn't mean that, because women are fundamentally mothers. I needed to be guided back to my true role.

Because everyone was so confident in their sexist assumptions that I was less committed, I was not offered the same training, guidance, or opportunities as the men. I didn't have projects thrown my way, I didn't get check-ins or advice on my application process, I didn't get opportunities in the OR that my male peers got, I didn't get taught. I once went two whole days on my sub-I without anyone saying a word to me. I would come to work, avoid the senior resident I was warned hated trainees, figure out which OR to go to on my own, scrub in, watch a surgery in complete silence without even the opportunity to cut a knot, then move to the next surgery. How could I possibly become a surgeon in that environment? And this is all to say nothing of the rape jokes, the advice that the best way for a woman to match is to be as hot as possible, listening to my attending advise the male med students on how to get laid, etc.

At a certain point, it became clear it would be incredibly difficult for me to become a neurosurgeon. I wouldn't get research or leadership opportunities, I wouldn't get teaching or feedback, I wouldn't get mentorship, and I wouldn't get respect. I would have to fight tooth and nail for every single piece of my training, and the prospect was just exhausting. Especially when I also really enjoyed internal medicine, where absolutely none of this was happening and I even had attendings telling me I would be good at it (something that didn't happen in neurosurgery until I quit).

I've been told I should get over this, but I don't know how to. I don't know how to stop being mad about how thoroughly sidelined I was for being female. I don't know how to stop being bitter that my intelligence, commitment, and work ethic meant so much less because I'm a woman. I know I made the right decision to switch to internal medicine, and it probably would have been the right decision even if there weren't all these issues with the culture of neurosurgery, but I'm still so angry about how it happened.

[angelltheninth]

Hi! Can you write something about fem!reader, who sees Mizu naked for the first time at the hot springs, and absolutely DROOLS over her?

Pretty please??

That's a good one! Thank you for the ask.

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, hot springs, flirting, suggestive, kissing, sitting on Mizu's lap, finding out Mizu's secret

Word count: 0.9k

Ao3

A/N: I would drool over her any time of day.

There's been something brewing between you and Mizu since you started your journey together. You'd seen a lot of things in such a short amount of time, so much fight and bloodshed. But now finally time you relax, arriving at a hot springs, and having the time for yourself. And maybe for Mizu too.

You let out a long content sigh as you sunk into the warm water. All the tension in your body felt like it was melted away, enough for your mind to drift to the samurai who you've been traveling lately.

"Enjoying yourself?" The sound of her voice made you leap forward from your chosen spot.

"Mizu?! Why are you-" As soon you were about to yell your eyes fell on her naked body. "Wait... you..." You found yourself scanning down her body, then quickly back up to her eyes. She wasn't bothered by your staring, she simply tossed the towel she was still holding over her shoulder and sunk into the warm water, running her fingers over her hair to get it off her face.

A lot of things started to make sense now. How she never wanted you to inspect her injuries, how when she flirted she insisted on you not touching her, how you never felt anything when you cuddled up together. "You're staring at me. Is me being a woman that surprising for you?" Fuck, were you staring that much?

"Apologies. It was unexpected to hear our voice here. But..." You let your eyes have another pass up and down her body, "I think you look really good."

Somehow Mizu's smirk got more beautiful now. She scooted up closer to you, your shoulder touching her's, "That's good. Or else traveling together would become quite awkward. Also I shouldn't need to say this but you understand that this needs to stay between us correct?"

Mizu was hired because she was feared, they called her a demon, well they called him a demon, there was no doubt that this revelation would both put her in danger and potentially risk her reputation. "Understood. You can count on me to keep your secret. Besides we already have one, what's another?" What ever your relationship was right now it did stay as secretive as it could be, especially from your father who already warned Mizu about not touching you when he hired her to escort you across the country safely.

Those orders didn't even last a month. At least now you could rest easy knowing that even if things do go further you wouldn't end up pregnant.

"I can hear you thinking over there. Are you... changing your mind about us?" Mizu thought there was an 'us', it wasn't just your imagination, it wasn't just a fun thing to pass the lonely time on the road. At least it didn't seem so when you looked into her eyes.

"Not at all. Actually I think it benefits our relationship. If you told me earlier I wouldn't be on my guard as much when we slept in the same bedroll."

"That was you on your guard? You seemed very comfortable to be on top of me." You felt Mizu's hands take you by the wrist and pull you onto her lap. It was instinct that made you jerk away before you realized you could melt into her, "I remember it was a little like this. And you were doing something like," Her callused fingers dug into your thighs, moving you back and forth, "this, with a little frown on your face. Bet you thought you weren't getting me excited enough."

A sudden new tension flew up your spine and pooled between your legs, only better than the previous times because you knew that this was exactly how Mizu felt as well. "So when you... excused yourself after..."

"I might be called a heartless demon but I have needs too. It's especially hard to keep my mind off those kinds of thoughts when I travel with someone as gorgeous as you." Her touch was warmer than the water itself. Every featherlight touch of her fingers crossing path from your thigs to your arms to the small of your back left you trembling. "By the way... you're not nearly as quiet as you think you are."

Oh god. You weren't horny anymore, you wanted to sink into the water and never be seen again. You would become a spirit of the hot springs. That was the only way to get away from this embarrassment.

"How much did you hear?"

"Let me think." Oh god, no, why did you ask?! "There was something about you wanting me to hold you down, something about my fingers and then you asking for my co-" You rushed to shut her up before she could finish that word. Unfortunately you weren't thinking straight, from the heat around you, from the heat in your body, from the feeling of Mizu's naked body against yours and from your embarrassment. You didn't have to kiss her, but you did. Mizu was quick to kiss you back, to press you even closer. You could feel every inch of her. "I can still do two out of three for you."

"Please just shut up, I will never live this down." You leaned your head against her shoulder, hoping that this would just end already. Well not actually this was quite enjoyable.

Mizu dragged her finger from the bottom to the top of your spine, the tingling sensation making you shiver and whimper, "Your secret is safe with me." A secret for a secret.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Oh GOD, breeding kink with Ghost but he's actually determined to get his darling pregnant because after everything they've been through together, how much he loves her and vice versa? I could go on but it's just something to think about. I also strongly believe he'd be that kind of girl dad heheh

Couldn't Love You More (Ghost x F!Reader)

Left pic credit: @ vhenan_virabelasan on IG

Word count: 3.7 k

Tags/warnings: Tooth-rotting FLUFF. Mild, soft smut 🔞, crying (from joy), breeding kink (obv), comfort no hurt. All the softness and love.

A/N: Excuse me, more soft!Ghost coming through! I hope you like this take anon 💕

"I'm tired of using those things."

Simon rarely whispers, hardly ever murmurs, and never coos. But this time, his voice is deliberately soft. 

You sigh and put the condom package down on the table. This evening had been a nice change, a pampering for your poor, stressed-out nerves. He had done his best to take your mind off work ever since he got home: he took you out for a 3-course dinner – which reminded you of the early days of your dating – and it was all supposed to end in a good stress relief of a fuck.

You'd sent him suggestive texts all morning, knowing he was coming home today. Those messages were extra naughty because you happened to be ovulating, and juicy, and horny as hell.

And you know he has waited for this moment as well. Which is why you can't get your head around why he wants to raise the subject of using other methods of contraception right before you're about to have sex. 

Why would he suddenly start complaining when both of you are already naked – practically seconds before you're about to roll down the condom for him?

"You know I've tried, Simon," you sigh again – you don't even bother to disguise the annoyance in your voice. After all, you've tried basically everything to make it more pleasurable for you to make love without the risk of getting knocked up. You hate the rubber between the two of you just as much as he does, if not more. Apparently you need to remind him how the last attempt with the pill went.

"I become a bloated monster," you say, realizing you're pouting only when he laughs.

You absolutely love it when he does: it's a rare thing, even with you. Even after all these years of love and dedication, the warm, husky chuckle at the back of his throat makes your heart flutter and your head feel dizzy.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean…?"

The man has a tiny twinkle in his eyes, and the flutter in your heart turns into something heavier, more serious. He looks you up and down as if to weigh whether you're ready to take in what he's about to say.

"How about we just ditch the bloody things?"

Your heart is truly getting it today: it skips a beat or two from what he says. From what he implies.

"But you…” you whisper, still unsure if you're truly discussing the same thing here. “You said that kids are a bad idea." 

"They are." 

The twinkle in those eyes turns into an amused gleam, the corner of his mouth lifts up a bit from seeing you so shocked. 

And Simon never said he didn't want children.

It's just that he has avoided the subject like it's a seasonal flu he doesn't want to catch. 

He would make the perfect father: you just know it. Sad to say, but it was one of the main reasons you fell for this man. It's stupid, but it's true: women look for these things. They can tell if a guy would be a good choice for a father. They notice safety, security, the willingness to support and provide.

Biology and instincts be damned, you simply can't deny that Simon is the first man who made you think about what it would be like to have children. And of course the perfect candidate for a father thought that kids were a bad idea…

It seemed like a cruel joke, the way he brushed you off when you first approached him with your shy request. You pussyfooted around the subject, were as delicate as one can be, knowing it might make him uncomfortable. 

And it did. It more than just did.

He freaked the fuck out, went to work, and worked himself nearly to death – literally almost got himself killed, and you understood that this was serious. His childhood, his past, the dangers of his work – of course he thought himself unfit for the role.

Infuriatingly, it only made you more convinced that he was the perfect choice. The man was just so fricking responsible.

You barred your mouth shut after that. Instinct told you Simon might just leave if you continued the talk about having kids. Not because he couldn't take it, but because he would want to give you a chance to find someone to raise a family with before it was too late. 

It was his view of unconditional love: he was ready to let you go if need be. He would set you free if he suspected it would make you happy.

But then you saw him look at tiny kids – usually the ones that had just learned to walk – with a fleeting longing in his stare. It always turned into a withdrawn sulk, the gaze of a man who has accepted his fate.

He seemed to have the softest spot for little girls, especially when they were laughing and giggling or being unruly rascals, and sometimes flinched when a baby started to cry in the store. He looked a bit distressed for a second, and not because of the noise – but because he couldn't locate the immediate source and go and calm the baby. 

That's when you realized he actually wanted kids. The biological clock on this man was ticking just as furiously as yours. 

Years passed, and you silently buried your dreams of raising a little family together. He was enough for you, more than enough: you would not break up because of this. No man could ever replace Simon. 

But it still hurt. It was like a wound that never healed.

Until this night…

This night, it seemed he would not only cure it but heal it so well it wouldn’t even leave a scar. 

You suddenly find yourself under him – his moves are so quick that it's almost like you're teleported there. He sometimes does that: lets you play with him for a while, have your fun on top before reminding you who is in control here.

And this time, he won't even let you play.

"Simon, what are you doing," you sigh with barely concealed exhilaration. 

As if you didn't know exactly what he is about to do. 

He looks at you with that possessive look he sometimes has when you two have been apart for far too long. And there's something more behind that stare. It tells you that this is serious; this means business. The package you placed on the nightstand remains unopened and, apparently, will be the witness to his mission tonight. 

Serves the damn thing right…

You take in the absolute beef of this man: the bulk of pecs above you, the wide, solid middle that nearly swallows you every time you're under him.

You almost disappear between him and the mattress when you two are doing missionary, and it's one of the best feelings in the world. You've wanted to sink your teeth in to those huge, solid shoulders for god knows how many times. Once or twice, you actually did give him a little bite, only a nib, really, during a good pounding – and giggled at the breathless grunt of "Hey" that followed.

The trail of hair, darker in tone compared to the hair on his head, spreads over his abs which rest under a thin layer of fat. The happy trail, as you call it, runs down until it meets the heavy cock that always makes your mouth water like it's your favorite meal.

His hand is weighty, adoring when it comes to rest on your waist – the callous of his palms feels just the right kind of rough as he gives you the softest squeeze and a caress.

And he must know from the wanton looks you gave him all evening that he can just walk right in. Probably knew from those texts already that you've been wet all day long.

You try to spread your legs wider than they can go as he grabs himself to be positioned to your entrance. The fat tip of him feels heavy on your folds as he lazily slides himself up and down your slit, teasing the opening but not going in. It feels heavenly to sense him, all of him, with nothing there between you. There's no lifeless rubber: just his thick velvet meeting your wetness and silk.

The darned man won't even answer your question… Probably knows it's not really a question, just an astonished sigh of love.

"It's…not safe," your head falls back as he pushes the first few inches in – teasing you still by not giving you the full length and thick of him.

"Tired of safe, too," he rumbles softly above you, feeds more of himself in, and you tighten around his cock: receive him with fierce love and yearning. He groans at the sensation – it must feel divine for him, too. It must feel like it's meant to be this way. Now and forever.

You sigh as he starts to move, slow and intense, just the way he knows you like it when there's been too much stress and life has been a bitch. He always makes you feel better, always makes you melt in his arms when you run to him from the unfair, fucked up world. 

He's got some bad days too, and that’s when you ruffle his hair, scrub his back in the shower, give him a sloppy little blowjob, or make him his favorite dish, anything to make the tension in those mountains of shoulders disappear. 

You two worship each other; there’s no question about that. 

"Simon–ah… Truly, are you serious…?" 

"Hell yeah."

The idea of him cumming inside you is thrilling enough, but it's not just about that. 

You're ovulating, and he's a man in his absolute prime. He reminds you of mountain lions and snow leopards, living their life in harsh conditions and in wandering solitude until… Until the perfect companion comes along. He's simply the most virile male there is; broad, wide, and heavy, always ready when you are.

A man like Simon just cannot be infertile.

His eyes are half-lidded already, and those pale eyelashes make you bite your lip and grab his butt like it would be a life or death situation if he chose to withdraw.

And you know he loves it when you grope his ass and try to assist him with the thrusts. 

His little helper, indeed…

"Bloody fucking hell, you feel good…"

His head rolls back, exposing the tendons on his neck, thick, like the rest of him. Everything in this man is thick and broad and good – and fuck – he glides in and out like a dream. Somehow the extra layer of rubber has taken the brunt of his thickness away, but you feel it now, all of it, and it's something you could die for.

He grunts and thrusts, then halts for a while, chuckles all breathless…

"It's gonna be one hell of a show, sweetheart."

He's talking about what comes after. How it will be when there's a new addition and not a crew of two anymore. It brings tears to your eyes to see how he's already thinking about the future – and how he does it with a smile and a pleased chuckle.

"I'm used to sleepless nights," he reminds you softly. "You're not."

Ugh – he's thinking about your well-being when it would only make you the happiest woman on earth to take care of his children. Your children.

"I'll manage," you whisper.

"I know you will."

The tears are so close now; he’s simply the one and only person in this world for whom your love is boundless. It’s endless, overflowing.

He pulls back a little, raises your legs to rest on his shoulders, then crawls forward – he’s about to go deep, and the indecent but insanely sweet position makes you quail from him at first. It’s just too much all of a sudden.

"Wait–"

"The boys said this'll do the trick," he explains, waits until you adjust under and around him.

"The–the boys?"

He had been discussing this with his workmates…? 

Discussing which position is the best to help conceive?

"Yeah. Wanna do this properly."

This man might actually be serious… He just might be serious about this, and you still have difficulty grasping it.

"I can't believe you want this," you whisper, still trying to catch your breath on what's happening.

"Believe it or not, it's gonna happen now."

The smallest tear escapes, and you purse your lips, shut them tight to prevent a tiny little bawl from erupting. 

"I've always wanted you, Simon," you breathe into the air between you as he starts to make love to you, fill you with intent. "Just you, all these years…"

He rarely whispers, but this time, his voice is the softest hush.

"Right back at ya, darling."

"I–I want to give you… want your kids," you whimper, tears coating your voice as he continues the torture while the sweet, tight love surrounds you both.

"I want a family, Simon," you pant weakly, almost distressed. So urgent, desperate, like the wound is yet to be healed. You've never said those words to him before because you were afraid he might leave. 

"Love… fuckin' hell."

He has to stop to catch his breath, to catch the truth. Of course he has known it all along without you telling him, because he simply has those instincts of a wild animal. 

But words are powerful… They are magic. And this magic wants itself spelled out.

"I'll give them to you," he promises. "All of it. I swear."

Your eyes drift closed from the full wave of his vow. This mission is a crucial one, then, one of his most important ones. The man loves challenges; he loves when you up the stakes. Perhaps that's what this is about: he doesn't want to be a coward about the thing you both want. 

The skulls, the brass and death that always surround him can't take away the fact that he's a lifegiver. No matter what anyone says, men can give life, too. He has already given you so much, and now he's going to give you children.

A few more tears push through, and it's one of the sweetest things in your life: to get fucked by him so good while you're crying from joy.

"Luv. You trust me?"

You open your eyes again, and the sight of him is crystallized through tears. It's the most beautiful thing. 

"I trust you," you answer with a shaky breath.

Your trust is even more drugging to him than the tightness of your cunt, it seems. The corner of his eye twitches once, his brows knit together, and a pained look passes in his stare: but it's the sweet kind of pain, just like yours is.

"Feels so good," you whisper, looking up at him with devout love. "So, so good…"

"You're damn right," he sighs, panting with strained, short breaths. "Never felt this good."

He rocks you like you're under the sea, at the bottom of the ocean where the waves are mellow and the seabed is made of the softest sand. You're squeezed between his arms, tightly; he pins you to the bed with his body. The flutter of those pale lashes with every thrust is illegally sweet.

Your lips are bolted shut from the raw sensation, the swelling waves, but when a noise finally erupts, it does so with force. 

You know it makes him wild whenever you cry and plead under him. You know it sends him straight to the edge, too: when you moan and tighten around his cock, spread yourself for him to plunder while you're clawing at his back. You were so embarrassed the first time you noticed the red marks on his skin after your little sessions, but he was only pleased and said you should never apologize for that. His body is full of past pain and torture, and still, still, he allows, even wants you to destroy it even more.

"Faster, Simon, please…" 

"Yeah, that's it. Beg... Beg for me, love… "

And damn right, he's eating up your wrecked state like it's time for Christmas dinner, and the table is brimming with his favorite food. You're close, so close it would be torture, devastation if he stopped. 

"Ya want me to give it to you?" His voice is more rough, more commanding. God, he's close too.

"Yes–give it to me, please–"

Just don't stop, whatever you do, don't stop…

You beg some more, but it's incoherent. Just the way he likes. 

Simon–fuck…

There's no reason to it, just ah's and fuck's and love's, all knit together in a sweet, heady mess as you come– 

Fuck–!

…the orgasm is so intense it points your toes, makes you wrap around his middle with what little strength you have in your arms and fingers and those tiny little claws. Your nails sink in, somewhere between his shoulder blades: he's so wide you can't quite reach to hug him, but you latch onto him like a drowning person nonetheless.

"Oh–oh fucking god…!" 

He comes, right after, buries himself so deep that it stings a little, but you would never, ever complain. He pumps you full, doesn't even move, only arches his back to go even deeper, although he's already buried there to the hilt.

And never has he in all your years together sounded so vulnerable. He usually just grunts and huffs when he comes, but now you get a whole string of words and a fragile, broken pitch. He sounds as if he's near the point of breaking into tears. 

It must feel divine to cum inside you instead of a condom, and what's even more, with the intent to fulfill a mission with that shot. Give life.

If you don't get pregnant from this, well… you doubt you ever will.

He's lying on top of you in a heavy, panting heap, sounding like he's just done ten deadlift PRs in a row. You can't help but laugh, breathless, too, and caress him as he comes down from his sex high.

"You can let me go now," you ghost your fingertips up and down his back when he still doesn't move. It's not that you want him to release you, but he's simply too heavy to be lying all over you like this for long periods of time.

"Nah not yet. Gotta make sure..."

He thinks you want him to pull out, and you giggle some more.

"You're crushing me," you laugh. "And we can do this all weekend, silly. If you want to make sure."

His middle contracts with a silent laugh, too.

"Got a fair point there, love."

Finally, he lets you out of the spread. He pulls out, too – that's not necessarily what you wanted, but when he takes you in his arms, you don't complain.

"That was… so nice," you say, suddenly shy. As if this was the first time he wrapped himself around you in a post-coital embrace.

"That was the best."

He's so warm, and the arm around you is heavy, even when lax. Especially when lax. You feel soft and sweet in his hold made of pure strength.

"I'd be surprised if not. You were very determined."

"You think that did it..?"

He's suddenly shy, too. You could swear he has never asked such a fragile question during or after a mission.

"No half-assing with my sweetheart."

One could say he really used his whole ass on this. You know it, because you're the one who spurred him on with weak but eager hands.

"...but I think it would be best to try again tomorrow. Just in case," he suggests, and you can hear the smile. God, that you love him.

"I wouldn't say no to that."

You imagine him waking up to your baby's cry with a sigh and a jaw-dislocating yawn, hushing you back to sleep by telling you it's his turn to go. He would finally locate the source of crying and make it his mission to cradle the little breadcrumb back to sleep, too. You just know Simon would sometimes fall asleep on the sofa while the baby is still in his arms, sound asleep just like their dad.

And you also know the child would make him laugh more. He would have the greatest time hearing all the silly (not to talk about the clever!) things the kid comes up with once it started talking. Simon would listen with a straight face, at first – out of respect – but then he would come to you with an unrestrained smile and a comment: "Did'ya hear what that little thing just said? Unbelievable..."

Whenever the kid had a tricky question, you would send them to Simon. It's decided already. You imagine him explaining things to the child with his steady and calm briefing voice while you're trying to keep your giggle in.

And when the little one was big enough to run around and poke things off the shelves, Simon would embrace you from behind while you're pouring some morning tea and say: "Should we make another one, hmm?"

After all, your little troublemaker would also need a friend to play with...

There's a gigantic, peaceful smile on your face, and Simon should be snoring by now… But he's still awake, and the arm around you draws you closer. He even tucks his hand partly between your body and the mattress. It's the sweetest prison from which you never want to escape.

"What if… What if I get grumpy when I'm pregnant?" You start to chit-chat nonsense while he holds you against a solid chest. You know he will fall asleep soon, and you wish to voice some fragile concerns before he does.

"I'll bring you ice cream to keep you nice and calm," he mutters in the back of your neck, sounding drowsy already.

"What if ice cream won't help?"

"I'll bring you chocolate."

You smile at him having a solution to every problem, no matter how minor. 

"You're really not afraid…?"

"Of you being grumpy? Nah I don't think so."

"No," you laugh at him joking around. "Of… changes."

"After all that we've been through? No." He brushes his lips over your neck, and you turn a little to look at him.

"Simon... What made you change your mind?"

He thinks on the answer for a good ten seconds. You know that inward look, which is both a gaze to the past and a shaky, hopeful glimpse to the future.

"Don't wanna die without knowing how our kid would look like. What they would be like."

You swallow past sorrow – it's such a beautiful thing to say that you have to catch your breath for a moment. Then you put your hand over his arm, the one keeping you close to him.

"Guess I got tired of living in fear," he sums up the change of heart, and you have to blink back more tears.

"I'm tired of living in fear, too," you whisper, and he entwines your fingers together. The kiss that follows is like a seal to your change of plans. It's pure hope.

"Could you... Could you say that we'll be fine?" You speak on his lips as softly as you can. You sometimes worry that he's annoyed by your constant need for reassurance, but he sounds as solid as a soldier can be.

"We'll be fine like always. Promise you that."

He doesn't seem to mind: if anything, you could swear that giving you encouragement only makes his chest puff up a little. The man gets satisfaction from you needing him in your life like this.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of us."

You ease fully into his embrace. He has said he'll take care of you many times before, but now your world is changing. It has changed already; you just know it. There's no more you and him, a team of two. 

There will be a tiny little breadcrumb too.

[lilislegacy]

Okay, we know both Percy and Annabeth want to have kids and a big family, so there's a few options:

Percy and Annabeth wait till they finish college to get married and have kids

Annabeth is faced with unplanned pregnancy so they decided to get married (not because of the pregnancy of course but it kinda speeds things up)

Percy and Annabeth get married during college but they still wait to have a family later

What are your options? I think when it comes to them it's possible they will get married young and even have kids not so much later, but I also can see them waiting for it a little bit to be sure they are safe so their kids will be safe too!

thank you for sending this ask cause i love this topic

now, i have thoughts on this, but i’m open minded. so one day they might change lol

when it comes to marriage, i think they wait till they’re done with college. percy mentions sooo many times how they just want to be normal and carefree and have fun. they’re so excited for college, simply because they just want to be college kids. they were forced to grow up so fast! they’re not dying to me in a marriage yet. so as much as they love each other, i don’t think marriage is the first thing on their mind. they know for a fact it’s gonna happen one day. they’re in it for the long run. neither of them are going anywhere. as annabeth has said, they’re part each other. so the day will come, but i don’t think they’re in a rush. but i do think percy proposes within a year of them graduating, maybe even right after.

now for kids…

look. they know they want kids. but i think they’d be really, really scared. annabeth would be scared to be pregnant - she’s going to attract a lot of monsters. percy is powerful af so they know their kids are going to be more like demigods than humans. so tbh, i think they would hold off for a few years. at least until they finally realize the timing will never be perfect, and that they’ll just need to do everything they can to protect their kids.

so maybe marriage around 23ish, first kid around 26/27? i know that’s a way later timeline than most people imagine for them, but when i put myself in their shoes, that’s what i find realistic.

and while i love the accidental pregnancy trope, i think they’d be REALLY careful, because they know if percy got annabeth pregnant outside of marriage, athena would be furious. so i think they drown themselves in protection, preventing that from happening lol. but i do love me some AUs on that 😂

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Selfish

First Babies of Private Garden Fic

AN: She wants him all to herself 😏😏

Synopsis: Jack is hiding from his pregnant wife because her demands are getting harder and harder to keep up with

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

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"Uhh Jack? Why are you whispering?"

"Because I can't let wifey hear me. I don't know how much longer I can take." Jack answered while looking around hoping that you couldn't hear him.

It seemed as if all of your senses had heightened since you became pregnant.

"What do you mean?" 2fo asked while looking at him confused.

He was currently on a facetime call with PG hiding in one of the guest room closets hoping that this would be the last place you looked.

"Are you….? Are you in a closet?!" Shloob asked while looking at the background surrounding him.

"I'm afraid my dick is going to fall off."

"Uhh I think you need to seek medical attention if that's the case." Quiiso piped up.

"Oh. I know what this is." Urban said while trying not to laugh.

"Urb, this shit is NOT funny." Jack scolded him while trying not to hit his head on anything in the cramped space.

"Someone needs to fill us in already!"

"Jack is hiding because his wife's hormones are running rampant and she keeps asking him to dick her down. Pretty sure she asked him 12 times yesterday." Urban confessed as Jack simply hung his head.

"GOT DAMN!"

"DID YOU JUST SAY TWELVE?"

"I guarantee you not about to make any more children after this if this is the result."

"Damn, you just might need medical attention after all that."

"I never thought I'd see the day where Jack is not running to get his dick wet from Y/N."

"First time for everything I guess."

"Yall have to help me escape the house without her knowing. I need a break. The only time I've left is to get her food."

"How in the world are we supposed to do that!? If she doesn't see you for 20 seconds she starts screaming her head off for you and I know because I witnessed it!" Urban added while drinking his iced tea that you had made him.

"Maybe if I slip out the garage?"

"And she'll know that we know where you are and won't leave us alone until we tell her."

"It's just…. She's getting closer to her due date and all I want for her to do is rest."

"Then tell her that. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Shit, you better get it in now because you won't get any in 6 weeks when they get there."

"She's having a c section so it will be longer simply because I want to make sure that she's healed. That is major surgery and I need to make sure she recovers well."

"Can't believe our parents are becoming actual parents to tiny human beings."

"Me either and I bet that it won't hit me until they actually get here." Jack said while trying to listen out for you.

"JACKKKKK!"

"SHIT!" Jack exclaimed as he heard your voice calling out for him and all of PG suddenly got nervous looks on their faces.

"Man up and go take care of your wife!"

"But…"

"URBANNNNNNN WHERE'S MY HUSBAND!?!?"

"Oh damn now she got it out for both of yall."

Jack quickly ended the facetime call and hopped up out of the closet to almost bump into you as you had made your way into the guest room.

"Uhh? Were you in the closet?" You asked while looking at him confused.

"Umm…"

"Are you avoiding me?"

"No, not exactly."

"Then what is it? Because I've been wandering around our house looking for you for ten minutes and caught you coming out of the guest room closet so make it make sense."

"Umm…"

"He's tired of you asking him for sex all the time." Urban said from the hallway as he passed the both of you and then continued eating his hot cheetos.

"URB!"

"What did I do? We were all literally on facetime just now with you sitting in the closet and that's what you said. You said that you were also convinced that your dick was going to fall off because she keeps asking you and you don't know how much longer you can take and you were trying to sneak out the house without her seeing you. Did I get it all?"

"Too much actually."

Urban saw how you now had an annoyed look on your face and he decided to remove himself from the situation before you started to yell.

"So you don't want to have sex with your wife anymore?" You asked while eyeing him.

"No, that isn't it at all."

"Then tell me so I can understand."

"You're getting closer to your due date and all I want for you to do is rest. You are literally so tired all the time and I can tell. This pregnancy is taking a toll on you for obvious reasons."

"You act like I have to push them out. They're cutting me open and taking them out."

"Not the point mamas and you know it."

"Just say you don't want me anymore and that I'm unattractive to you and go." You said before trying to walk away from him but he immediately pulled you back.

"You want to run that one by me again? What would possess you to ever say that out of your mouth to me?"

"Because I'm huge."

"Um, last time I checked there were three people in there and you aren't huge, you're pregnant."

"Same difference."

"You know that I tell you that you are the most beautiful person that I have ever laid my eyes on and that is never going to change." Jack said while leaning down to kiss you.

"I said I was fat, not ugly. I know my face card never declines. But thanks I guess."

"I just can't win with you can I?" Jack said growing increasingly frustrated with you even if he was trying his best to be patient.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You asked while raising your eyebrow and crossing your arms.

"You know EXACTLY what it means and you've done this throughout your entire pregnancy. I get that you're carrying my children but I'm trying my best here and it seems like it's never good enough for you."

"That isn't true and you know it."

"If it wasn't true then why would I say it?"

"I don't mean to be difficult. I just want to spend as much time with you as I possibly can before they get here because after that I'm going to have to share you with three other people and I don't know if I'm ready for that as selfish as it sounds. I've had you to myself since I was fourteen."

"Then why didn't you tell me that?"

"I don't know." You answered while looking down at your belly and rubbing it.

"Baby look at me." Jack said and you quickly shook your head no.

"Mamas, let me see those pretty eyes of yours. Look at me." Jack said once again as he lifted your chin.

"We're going to have to learn to adjust but there is no one I'd rather be doing life with than you. Just because we're about to have mini versions of us around doesn't mean that I'll be making you less of a priority. I'm always going to make sure my baby girl is okay and you know that is never going to change. You know I love you to the moon and back, right?"

"Yes and I love you too and I'm trying not to cry because that's all I seem to do nowadays."

"Yes with your cry baby ass because those hormones are making it ten times worse."

"It's your fault anyway."

"I..well…. Are you okay now?"

"Yes, but I still have one question." You said while looking up at him hopeful.

"What is it stink?"

"I totally understand what you were just saying but can we have sex now?"

"Seriously!?" Jack sighed while looking down at you.

"It is taking everything in me not to rip your clothes off right now. Blame my hormones sir. My husband is sooooo handsome." You said as you hugged him tighter.

"It seems like you do this even when you weren't pregnant so don't blame it on that. You don't see me for five minutes and want to rip my clothes off."

"Soooo, is that a yes? And do you blame me? You shouldn't be so cute. I actually got enough sleep last night so I can ride you. " You asked your husband while looking up at him and smiling.

"You literally got out of breath in two minutes last time. You would have thought your ass ran a marathon."

"Because I hadn't gotten enough sleep! I'm good this time, I promise. Come on babeeee."

Jack's breath hitched in his throat as your hand made its way into his boxers and began slowly stroking him while reaching up to kiss him and he eagerly kissed you back.

"Mm hmm, you want this as bad as I do, don't you?"

"Are you literally jacking him off in the middle of the hallway!? I KNEW his ass was gonna fold. Just wait until I put this in the group chat."

"URBAN!"

"What? I knew you weren't going to last because you can never resist your wife. She always gets her way." Urban replied while shrugging and all you did was smirk.

"Anyway, baby girl I am definitely punishing you for that."

"If it involves cum down my throat I'm all for it."

"ENOUGH YOU TWO! E FUCKING NOUGH!"

"You would think that he would stop cockblocking when he got a girlfriend." Jack whispered to you and you stifled a laugh.

"I HEARD THAT! AND I'LL NEVER STOP BECAUSE YALL ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING."

"AND!?! YOU ACT LIKE WE CARE!"

"Eating pussy everyday keeps the doctor away or whatever that saying is." Jack said as he shrugged and Urban simply rolled his eyes.

"Then come and get your daily dose."

"Say less, baby girl."

"I... let me go and bother my girlfriend." Urban said while walking past the two of you and Jack quickly picked you up bridal style to start making his way into your shared bedroom.

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I love your family fics... A happy marriage, happy kids, unlike what I had. You make my days better and I spend couple of hours before going to sleep reading all your fics. Thank you so much

Hi bestie!

I haven't stopped thinking about this message since I saw it last night. I genuinely feel honoured to help in anyway, and knowing you find comfort in my fics means more than I can put into words.

I've always said that I write because it helps me. It helps get thoughts out of my head, it stops me from thinking when I really don't want to, it helps me channel my creativity in a way that feels productive. And the fact it helps other people in whatever way? That's incredible to me.

Anyway, I thought I'd write you something that is for you. A fic where they are happy and have kids and have the family we all deserve. I hope you can come back to this as often as you need to, and know it was written with you in mind.

So this is for you, and anyone else who might need it!

-x-

Daylight

March 7th. The date that had once been carved on her gravestone and one she didn’t want to be written on her little girl’s birth certificate. 

-x-

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: Pregnancy, labour/birth

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

From the moment she found out her due date, she was determined that it wasn’t going to be her child's birthday. She’d gone as far as doing her own research, comforted by the fact there was only a 5% chance she’d have her little girl on the predicted date. She was further assured by the memory of her son’s birth. Oliver was almost two weeks late and she’d been induced. Aaron always joked that if he could, their 2-year-old son would climb back up inside of her, always keen to be wherever his mother was. 

It mostly calms her nerves down, and lets her reassure herself for months that her daughter wouldn’t be exactly on time, that the day would pass as it did every year with little fanfare. 

March 7th. The date that had once been carved on her gravestone and one she didn’t want to be written on her little girl’s birth certificate. 

It felt wrong. The thought of something so happy, so full of joy as they completed their family, being on the same date as the day she died. The day her life changed forever five years ago, altered in a way she once thought she’d never get past. She didn’t want to associate her daughter, her sweet face still not something Emily could quite picture yet, with the worst day of her life. When her found family’s opinion of her was permanently shifted, when she died to save them, sent to another continent by the man she was now lucky enough to call her husband and the father of her children. 

It wasn’t going to happen, not if she could help it.

Which was why she was absolutely not in labour. 

She’d felt the first twinges in the middle of the night. The discomfort had torn her from sleep, her hand flying to her belly before she was even fully awake. She’d told herself they were Braxton Hicks contractions, something she’d been experiencing on and off for a couple of weeks. The pains had continued but were few and far between, and by the time Aaron woke up in the morning she’d half convinced herself it was nothing and just what came with being very pregnant. 

Denial, she would later realise, was a very powerful thing. 

She gets through most of the day ignoring that the pains are getting closer and the fact that Aaron keeps asking if she’s okay, clearly accepting the fact she was in labour much faster than she was. She shrugs him off, insisting she’s fine as she grips the arm of the couch whilst her stomach tenses and pain rolls over her like a wave. She gets through it, wanting nothing more than to simply make it to the end of the day, to get past midnight so her baby would be born on any other day. 

Jessica comes round to pick up the boys after dinner, something that they’d agreed she’d start to do every evening in the lead-up to the baby being born so she wouldn’t have to come over in the middle of the night if Emily went into labour. Emily hugs Jack and Oliver a little tighter than she usually does as she says goodnight to them, aware, even underneath all her stubborn refusal, that the next time she sees them Oliver will no longer be her baby, and Jack will be an older brother again. 

She’s standing in the kitchen making herself a snack when she’s stopped by another wave of pain, the spoon of peanut butter she’d had in her hand clattering to the countertop. She groans as she leans forward, her elbows on the kitchen counter as she breathes out slowly. She shifts her hips side to side, attempting to ease some of the pressure in her back. 

“Sweetheart, I really think we should go to the hospital” Aaron says, reaching out to rub firm circles on her back, something that they’d figured out had provided her relief during her labour with Oliver, “The contractions are getting closer-”

“They aren’t contractions,” she insists as she cuts him off, her denial starting to sound weak even to herself, “It’s just some back pain,” she looks up at him. She attempts to smile, blowing out a breath as the wave of pain comes to an end, the tension in her body finally lifting, “I have done this before you know,” she says, trying to lighten the mood, to convince him that everything was fine. That she wasn’t having this baby today, “I know what I’m doing.” 

Aaron watches her carefully and sighs as he shifts his hands to her hips and gently turns her to look at him. He sighs as he tucks some of her hair behind her ear, his knuckles brushing against her cheek. He knew what was wrong, what was making his usually logical wife act so out of character, what was making her deny the obvious. He knew the significance her due date held the moment the doctor had told them, the day engraved into his memory just as it once had been on a gravestone that bore her name. He’d been preparing for this eventuality since that appointment, aware that whilst it was unlikely she’d give birth on her due date it wasn’t impossible. 

She’d been defying the odds since the day he’d met her, so why would now be any different? 

“I know what day it is, Em,” he says carefully, his heart twisting in his chest as she tenses. He cups her jaw and rubs his thumb back and forth over her cheek, “I understand what you’re trying to do, but you are in labour and we need to get the two of you to the hospital, okay?” 

She clenches her teeth, misplaced irritation aimed at him flooding through her in an instant. Sometimes she hated how well he knew her, how he could read her like a book. It had been jarring when they first got together before she allowed herself to settle into the comfort of the way he loved her. She’d mistaken the way he liked to care for her as control, the small but loving actions he did to make her day easier, difficult to get used to. Cups of coffee before she’d ask for them, snacks placed in front of her before she even knew she was hungry. His embrace always willing and waiting to hug her, to provide comfort she still wasn’t very good at asking for. She shakes off the irritation, a physical movement of her head that ends with her leaning into his palm, his thumb wiping away the tear that the movement dislodges from her lashline. 

“Today can’t be her birthday,” she says, her voice raw, torn open by emotions she’d stuffed in her chest for months, the words sharp and bitter as they finally escape from where she’d held them captive. She places her hand on her stomach, her arm curling around her bump as she tries to protect her unborn daughter, “It just can’t be, Aaron. I never want to associate…”

She drifts off, her voice catching as she tries and fails to suppress a sob. He tugs her forward, looping his arms around her as best as he can with their daughter trapped between them. He shushes her, his lips against her forehead as he rubs his hand up and down her back. 

“Sweetheart, today might end up being her birthday,” he says softly, shushing her again when she holds on tighter, her fingers digging into his skin so tightly he can feel her blunt nails through his shirt, “But that means it’s the start of something new, right?” He asks, pulling back to look at her, his heart clenching at the look on her face, the unshed tears in her eyes, “It means that today wouldn’t just be sad, it would be good too. A new beginning for us.” 

She sniffs, blowing out a steady breath as she wipes her face, irritated at herself as more tears fall onto her cheeks, “I just hate that he’s in this,” she says, hiccuping through a sob as she speaks, “He tried to kill me, he almost did, and the anniversary of that might end up being the day she's born.” 

“Ian is not in this,” he says firmly but calmly, cupping her cheek to make her look up at him, her gaze having drifted to the floor at the mention of Ian’s name. She furrows her brow and scoffs and he smiles softly at her, storing away yet another moment in their lives when she managed to look intimidating even when crying, “He isn’t. It’s just you, me, the boys and our little girl.” He places his hand on her stomach, linking his fingers through hers, “We’re about to meet her, and that’s in spite of him, not because of him.” 

She blows out a breath as she nods, leaning forward and pressing her head into his shoulder, “You’re right.” 

He smiles and kisses the side of her head, “Really? I don’t think you’ve ever said that before.” 

She hums and pulls away, wiping her cheeks again, “Yeah,” she says, stamping a kiss on his lips, “Plus, my water just broke all over your shoes.” 

He pulls back and he looks between his now wet shoes and floor, the damp patch on her sweats, and the smirk on her face. He leans forward and kisses her, a fierce but quick thing against her lips, before he pulls back. 

“I’ll get you some fresh sweats and grab myself some different shoes, then we’ll go to the hospital,” he says, squeezing her hand before he lifts it to kiss her knuckles, “Let’s go have a baby.” 

She nods, her smile only fading when he’s out of the room again, her hand on her stomach as she starts to feel the beginning of another contraction, rolling through her body as it’s chased by anxiety she can’t shift. 

“Yeah,” she says, blowing out a steady breath, “Let’s go have a baby.” 

___

She grunts as she leans back against Aaron, whining as her body is barely given a chance to rest, her next contraction already building. 

“Fuck,” she exclaims, squeezing Aaron’s hands tightly, “This sucks. This is so much worse than I remember,” she huffs out a breath, “Why didn’t I remember how much this sucks?”

“It’s nature’s way of tricking us into having more than one child,” her doctor says from the end of the bed, looking up at Emily from between her legs, her hand comfortingly on her knee, “Just another couple of pushes and your daughter will be here, Emily.” 

Emily whimpers, a sound she would later deny entirely, and rests her head on her husband’s shoulder to look up at him. He’d climbed into the bed behind her hours ago, taking the same position he had when she gave birth to Oliver, her support both physically and emotionally as she brought their child into the world. She looks at their joint hands and sees the time on his watch. 

11.35 pm 

“Maybe she can wait 25 minutes,” she says, looking at her doctor, “It’s just another 25 minutes.” 

The doctor exchanges a quick look with Aaron. He’d pulled her aside when they arrived, giving her a very abridged version of what was happening, why his wife was so hesitant to give birth today. He knows Emily wouldn’t thank him for it if she knew, but he wanted to keep her and their little girl safe, even if it meant enduring her wrath at a later date. 

“Emily,” the doctor says, her smile so kind it makes Emily ache, “give me your hand.”

She nods, unclasping one of her hands from Aarons and reaching out to her doctor, letting her guide her until her fingers touch the top of her baby’s head, tears springing to her eyes as she chokes out a sob.

“She’s got so much hair,” she breathes out, her voice shaking almost as much as she was. 

“And she’s almost here,” the doctor says, “We don’t have 25 minutes.” 

Emily nods and leans back against Aaron, reaching for his hand again, her body starting to take over, pushing despite the fact she really doesn’t want to. She falls back against her husband again as she takes a moment to breathe in between pushes, aware that with every passing second, she gets closer to having her little girl in her arms.

“It’s all your fault you know,” she says, squeezing his hands tightly, “She gets it from you.” 

He chuckles softly, his lips against the side of her head, “She gets what from me, sweetheart?”

She groans as the next contraction starts, “Being punctual.”  

Her words turn into a scream as she pushes for a final time, her body sagging into Aaron’s as the piercing cry of a baby fills the room. Emily breathes out and it catches in her chest as her daughter is held up for her to see and she reaches her shaking hands to hold her.

“Congratulations,” the doctor says, her words, and everything other than Aaron and the baby in her arms, fading away as Emily looks at her daughter's face for the first time. 

“Hi sweet girl,” she says, tears spilling down her cheeks as she holds the still-screaming baby against her chest, “Look at you,” she looks up at Aaron and isn’t surprised to see he’s crying too, “Look at her.”

“She’s beautiful,” he says, kissing his wife, “I love you so much,” he murmurs against her lips before he looks at the baby, now slightly calmer as she settles against Emily, “Hi princess,” he says, his eyes taking in every feature of her face, committing it to memory because he knew how much of a thief time was, how quickly she’d change right in front of him, “You look just like Mommy.” 

Emily chuckles, “Sorry about the nose, baby,” she says, rubbing her hand up and down her daughter’s back, shifting to press her lips against her forehead. She looks up at her husband, “What time is it?” 

Aaron looks at his watch and then back at his wife, blowing out a slow breath before he answers, “It’s 11.50, sweetheart.” 

She chokes out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob, shaking her head as she looks back down at her daughter. 

“That’s okay,” she says, her voice still shaking, overwhelmed with hormones and emotions she can’t find the name for. Suddenly everything she’d spent months worrying about didn’t seem to matter. She doesn’t feel sad, or disappointed, two things that seem impossible as she looks at her newborn’s face, but instead she feels happy, overwhelming joy she never thought she’d get to feel at this time five years ago, “That’s more than okay,” she strokes a finger up and down her daughter’s cheek, “Happy birthday, sweet girl.”

___

Emily smiles as she rests her head on Aaron’s shoulder, looking down at the baby girl in his arms. They were snuggled together in her hospital bed, both of them exhausted but happy as they stared at the latest addition to their family. 

“Jess said she’s on the way,” Aaron says softly, looking at his wife. She was beautiful in her exhaustion, ethereal almost with her hair in the braids he’d done for her after she’d showered, “Apparently the boys are very excited to meet their sister.” 

She hums as she reaches out to touch the baby’s head, stroking over the thick dark hair that was impossibly soft, “We need to think of a name,” she says as she continues to stroke her hair, “None of the ones we thought of seem right.” 

They’d gone back and forth for months, arguing over girl's names ever since they’d found out they were having a daughter. Nothing seemed like it fit their little girl, especially now they were looking at her. The baby starts to fuss and Aaron immediately hands her to Emily, smiling at the sight of his girls together. 

“I have a suggestion,” he says as Emily settles the baby into her arms, her smile soft as she looks up at him.

“Yeah? What is it?” She asks rocking the baby as she calms down, content to be in her mother’s arms. 

“Alba,” he replies, reaching out and adjusting the blanket around the baby, “It means dawn, or sunrise,” his smile turns shy as she stares at him, her expression unreadable to him for once, “Since she’s our family’s new beginning.”

She chuckles, the sound wet as it catches in her lungs, and she shakes her head at him, “How long have you had that in your back pocket?” 

He shrugs, “Since we found out your due date,” he says, watching as she looks back down at the baby, nerves making his heart seize, “If you don’t like it-”

“I love it,” she says, cutting him off as she looks at him, her smile wide, “It suits her. Alba Hotchner.” 

“Alba it is,” he replies, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips, his hand cupping the back of their daughter’s head, “Hi Alba.” 

There’s a knock at the door just before it opens and Jessica’s head pops around it, “Is there a tiny baby in here?” She asks, her smile soft, “I have two very excited little boys out here.” 

Aaron stands up, “Come on in.”

As the door opens fully he grabs Oliver, hauling the toddler onto his hip as he makes a beeline for his mother. 

“Remember what we said, Ollie,” he says, walking over, his other arm around Jack’s shoulder as his eldest is more controlled in his excitement. 

“Gentle with Mama and baby sissy,” Oliver says, his thumb in his mouth as he looks at Emily, his smile wide as he rests his head on Aaron’s shoulder, “Hi Mama.”

“Hi sweet boy,” she says, making sure Alba is tucked safely in the crook of one of her arms whilst she wraps the other around Oliver once Aaron eases him onto the bed, “I missed you.” 

Oliver snuggles up into her side, a little rougher than she can take, and she hides a wince, never wanting to scare him, “Missed Mama.” 

Emily smiles at Jack who was standing next to the bed peering into the bundle in her arms. He beams at her, the same excitement in his eyes that he had when he first met Oliver a couple of years ago. There were moments when she wondered if Jack missed when life was just him Aaron, when it was quiet and he didn’t have a little brother, and now sister, splitting his parent's attention and following his every move, but then there were moments like this. When she saw the love in his eyes, the joy she’d been a part of, her role in helping Aaron fulfil his final promise to Haley something she held dear. 

“Jack, Ollie,” she says, looking between her sons, purposely ignoring the clicks of both Jess and Aaron’s camera phones as she speaks, “This is Alba.” 

“She’s so pretty,” Jack says as he looks at his sister and then back at Emily, “She looks like you, Mom.” 

Emily unwraps her arm from around Oliver and cups Jack’s cheek, pulling him in his kiss his forehead. She still wasn’t entirely used to him calling her Mom, and part of her hoped she never would be. That it would always make her feel as overjoyed as she had the first time, that random Tuesday morning when she’d shifted from Emily to Mom with little fanfare from the little boy. 

“Thanks, sweetie,” she says, “Do you want to hold her?” 

Jack opens his mouth to say yes, but is cut off by his younger brother, his voice a little too loud in the otherwise peaceful room.

“I want sissy,” he insists, his eyebrows furrowing in a way that never failed to make him look exactly like Aaron. 

“You can both hold her,” Aaron says, stepping forward to pick up Oliver and placing him in the large chair next to the bed, “Jack, you sit next to your bother.”

Jack nods enthusiastically and does as he’s told, “I remember what to do,” he says, wrapping one of his arms around his brother, “We have to be gentle, and make sure her head is supported.” 

Emily hands over Alba to Aaron, ignoring her instinct to snatch her back even though she wasn’t leaving her line of sight. 

“That’s right Jack,” Aaron says, handing Alba to Jack, making sure that she was safely in the laps of her brothers. He stays close, his hand under Jack’s elbow to provide additional support. He turns to look at his wife as he sees a flash go off, and he raises his eyebrow at her when he sees her phone in her hands pointing at them all. 

“What?” She asks, raising her eyebrow in challenge, “You can take pictures and I can’t?” 

He winks at her before he turns his attention back to his children, softly talking to the boys as they ask questions about Alba. Jessica walks over too, leaning over the back of the chair to look at her niece. Their conversation fades out as Emily looks at the picture of her husband and children on her phone. She immediately sets it as her wallpaper, wanting it as a reminder of what she has now, what she had been able to create for herself despite everything. 

Her new beginning and happy ending wrapped up all in one, the soft epilogue she knew she truly deserved. 

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“These Don’t Fit”

Note: this one isn't character related and can be a fill in! Figured I’d do a spicier one for anyone who likes slight spice lol.

“These Pants Got Small”

Ah, Saturday mornings. The first day where work isn’t the thing you’re worrying about. Instead, your concern is to see if the coffee maker will have perked your coffee by the time you wake up at 9:30 AM. This particular Saturday morning was a little different than usual, however, as I knew my spouse had an urgent early meeting to attend to. I’m positive he’d grimaced as much as I had, given that weekends aren’t supposed to carry that activity, but it had been made apparent that there was no way around it.

I’d woken up earlier than usual to cook breakfast before their departure, knowing that work events usually took place outside our central city, which was quite far out. There, of course, was the other reason I wanted my partner to eat, which would be the whole “pregnant people eating for two thing.” He’d recently started showing a lot more than before, so I figured it had to be even more important that both partner and baby got what they needed—the best moment of my week did happen because of this schedule deviation. Halfway through pan-flipping my sunny-side egg, I heard distinct swearing coming from our shared bedroom, which was quite loud. Not wanting to burn their food past consumption, I gradually turned off the burner and flipped my egg a few more times before gently transferring it to the plate, eavesdropping for more swearing as I did so. Finally, curiosity got the better of me from listening in, so I followed the noise to our room, finding my husband in our walk-in closet, pants hopelessly hanging on by a thread.

I knew my response had to be respectful and, in fact, not horny, as they looked dreadfully upset at his dilemma. “Hey, heard you swearing from the kitchen; everything alright?” I say, half groggy, while walking closer to the situation. I wasn’t entirely awake; in fact, I may have been cooking on autopilot. My partner glanced up from the mirror, then back down at their pants, then back up to meet my concerned, furrowed brow. “I cannot get these to fit, and they are my last pair.” He replied, motioning to the unzipped zipper with the loose buttons. Had this been under any other circumstances, my response would have been the expected “Why not keep them off then?” Followed by a romantic pounce, but I knew better than to poke the potentially agitated, hangry bear. Gently, I approached further, gauging what was before me. His taught belly stretched the dress pants to their absolute limit, making the idea of simply tying to zip them up with a rubber band nearly impossible. I looked up at his face to read his emotions, which appeared to be mixed. They were flushed from trying to force the pants up, potentially aroused at the idea of things not fitting anymore, maybe—that or just plain pissed at the world. I tried to think if I had anything that could serve as a solution, and then it hit me. I had more oversized dress pants- saved for his birthday in the basement. It was supposed to be a surprise in a couple of weeks as I knew by then he’d definitely need an adjusted wardrobe; I just hadn’t expected he’d get that big that fast.

I did know I’d first have to lighten the mood to ensure he felt confident enough to walk out the door in a couple of hours, as not to jeopardize his position in the company. “Honey.” I started, rubbing his shoulders from behind before lowering my hands to his widened waist. “I think I have some dress pants that’ll fit way better than these; these pants might have to be benched for now.” He turned away from the mirror to face me, locking eyes with me sheepishly. “I knew they were on the verge of being done; I just didn’t want to admit I was showing that much.” He retorted quietly. As I mentioned, it could be hard to read him sometimes. We had enough time to work this out over breakfast rather than in the doorway, so I led him across the hall wordlessly and sat him at the table, reheating our breakfasts before sitting down myself. “It’s going to happen, you know, the outgrowing thing. Babies tend to make more space for themselves over time; it’s normal.”

I said, briefly brushing my hand through his curls. His face contorted in between eating, processing my statement. “I do like it a little. It’s embarrassing to say. It’s inconvenient, but I always liked the idea of outgrowing everything blissfully.” He gestured to his bump, now slightly raised from the food we’d been eating. I pause to figure out what I’d like to say next. “Well, I mean. You’ll probably be outgrowing more things soon if you keep going at this pace.” I smirk. They look back at the floor, attempting to stay mature about the whole thing. After a minute of slightly awkward silence, a chuckle escaped his lips. “Yeah, well, like I said. I wouldn’t mind. You’d take care of me anyways, wouldn’t you?” He questioned, returning my smirk. I put my fork down at this, blushing a little.

I knew I could not play into this little game if I wanted him to get to his destination on time. So instead, I figured I could tease a little; that way, they’d think about it all day for when he got home. “Oh, I’ll definitely take care of you, feeding and pampering you while you rest your sore, bloated baby belly. Wouldn’t that be nice?” His cheeks completely flushed, grasping his middle automatically. They hadn’t expected I’d go for it completely; that would be why he’d replaced his somewhat flirty demeanor with a dear-in-the-headlights look. With that, I stood, placed our empty joint plates in the sink, and walked past him. I gave him a peck on the cheek before silently (and triumphantly) descending into the basement to get his new trousers. The rest of the morning went on without a hitch. The pants fit well, maybe a little tight around his love handles. As they left for work, I stood close by the door, smiling like an idiot. “Hey, sweetheart?” I called out. “Maybe we can try on the rest of your pants when you get home, my treat.” Dumbfounded and completely enamored by my statement, my partner simply nodded through an intense crimson that had crept onto their entire face before closing the front door.

[teecupangel]

…so I feel awkward asking cause I usually just respond to posts, but would you per chance have any thoughts on a Ezio/Des cousins scene. Like we know Mario and Giovanni went to Masyaf to look for a way into Altair’s vault, I’m pretty sure they did anyway, so who’s to say that Mario didn’t meet a courtesan or something and through the eye slash Isu bs Desmond is now the first born to the eldest son of the Auditore who also bears a striking resemblance to the statue of Altair. (Ps ik Mario and Giovanni looked to the armor keys together and failed but I’m pretty sure they also looked for a way into the hidden library)

Giovanni in Mario’s study staring down his only nipote, who is also giving a judgment look because Desmond doesn’t approve of Gio being an on call assassin for the Medici“… brother…just who was that woman you slept with?”

I know saying things like ‘oh, don’t feel awkward’ is just… weird so I’ll just say that I’m happy to hear (read?) from you and I enjoy all your responses. :)

Okay, let’s talk about the Auditore brothers’ search for Altaïr’s library.

As far as I can remember from AC wiki’s pages on Giovanni and Mario, they didn’t search for the library. Giovanni writes about it in one of his letters that’s marked as 1458 (a year before Ezio’s birth). There was no real mention that the brothers searched for it. I believe that the confusion might be caused by the event where Mario contacted Giovanni about the Shroud? That’s the only time I can remember where Giovanni and Mario contacted one another after their relationship went cold (thanks to Mario telling Giovanni he’d rather fight like a man than be a banker)

But we can make this work using that!

Instead of both Giovanni and Mario going to Masyaf, let’s have Mario go to Masyaf in secret. Perhaps he heard of Giovanni’s letter, maybe the one who received it talked to him about it and Mario wanted to find this great library. Whether it was his awkward way of trying to reconnect with his brother or if this was simply him wishing to show who is the better Auditore will be left a mystery with no concrete answer.

Of course, during this time, the way to the library underneath Masyaf was still unknown so Mario spent his days searching for clues about this mysterious library supposedly hidden in Masyaf.

During his stay in Masyaf, he stays with the local Assassins. Just a single family in charge of keeping an eye on things in Masyaf. There’s no real bureau or anything of the sort.

Masyaf was quite peaceful, all things considered.

And that’s where he meets the Assassin’s daughter. He would describe her as a woman with hair as dark as night yet with eyes the color of the morning sky.

(This is meant to hint that the Assassin family in Masyaf is a descendant of Darim who canonically has Maria’s blue eyes)

Alas. Mario is summoned back to Monteriggioni soon enough because he is the ruler of a place that tends to get attacked a lot so off he goes without even a goodbye for he knew he would not be able to leave had he said his farewell to the lady of Masyaf.

Not knowing that said lady was pregnant with his child at that point.

Now, here’s where we play around a bit and say that Desmond actually didn’t know he was an Auditore until a bit later. His grandparents had been offended by Mario’s sudden disappearance and only grew more bitter when their daughter died in childbirth (sorry, unnamed lady). This would make Desmond be raised in a cold-ish environment which he’s fine with, it reminded him a lot of William Miles’ wife actually.

Then he sees the letters that Mario had been sending. Letters that his grandparents had kept from his mother because they talk about how he still remembers her and how she only need to say the word and he will come bring her back to Monteriggioni.

Desmond’s first reaction is… “Holy shit, I’m an Auditore.”

Then next was… “What the fuck?! My grandparents are assholes?!”

And so Desmond runs away from home at the tender age of fourteen, helped by his Bleeds, and becomes a stowaway to a ship bound somewhere near Monteriggioni or Firenze, he’s not picky. He’ll steal a horse if he has to.

When he gets to Monteriggioni, he goes up to Mario and announces that his name is Desmond (which isn’t the name his grandparents gave him but fuck it) and he’s his son.

Mario is, of course, skeptical but Desmond’s eyes were very similar to those blue eyes that haunted Mario’s every dream. (They still turn gold when Desmond uses the Eagle Vision)

And, since Desmond knew that Mario would not believe him, he brought the letters Mario sent but his mother never received and the letters his mother had written but never sent.

This propels Mario to, in a bout of grief and ‘holy shit I’m a father’ panic, write a letter to his brother asking for help because he is absolutely not ready for this, he never even thought he would ever be a father, what the fuck is he supposed to do???

Giovanni receives the letter and is like ‘holy shit, I’m an uncle??? What do I do, Maria??? Stop laughing, Maria, this is serious!!!’ and, before anybody knows it, the Auditores are suddenly going on a vacation to Monteriggioni.

Maria is pretty sure Giovanni has no other plans other than talk to Mario so they can freak out about this while trying to get drunk.

On the flip side, this might be the catalyst that would finally mend the broken bond between the Auditore Brothers.

Unorganized Ideas/Plot:

They will learn that Desmond is Darim’s descendant and it will make them believe that’s the reason why Desmond looks so similar to the statue of Altaïr

Ezio starts off as being jealous of Desmond because they’re similar in age but Petruccio loves hearing his stories about Masyaf and Claudia likes him because he’s nice to her and doesn’t tease her like her older brothers.

Desmond is pretty sweet on Ezio though and Ezio starts to warm up to him because he can see how genuine Desmond is. (Also, they may or may not have gotten into some shenanigans. NO ONE CAN PROVE ANYTHING!)

Federico is trying to be the responsible older brother but he and Desmond are slacker buddies. Desmond knows the best spots in Monteriggioni and he shares them with Federico so people won’t find them napping.

Desmond’s disapproval of Giovanni is seen by everyone. Everyone just assumes he’s heard of the strained relationship between his father and uncle.

After Giovanni gets snarked at by Desmond over his loyalty to a person instead of the Creed, everyone now assumed that Desmond was raised as an Assassin since he was young.

They would be wrong. Desmond didn’t even know his grandparents were Assassins until he saw Mario’s letters.

[thegamingcatmom]

Hiii, okay so I came up with this question while at work but, how would momma react if/when her constant sniffing (and dry humping) of her drama queen eventually makes her scent change? Like eventually reader has to start smelling like momma or the rotting corpses who’s rotten scent is more than likely penetrating the entire building/floor.

Hey there nonny!

Ohhh that´s a very interesting question indeed and very deep at that. Love it! 🥰

(Also, can I just say it actually blows my mind a bit that my posts haunt you even while at work? Like, I feel so honored rn. 😭)

Okay so first off, I´d imagine that this sickly sweet smell of rotting meat and bodily fluids and what not would immediately burn itself into every fibre of your being. I´ve never had the chance to smell something quite like it before (thank god) so I can´t say for sure but I think there´s just no way you wouldn´t reek of it for, like, a week or so IF there was direct contact over a longer period of time - without any protective clothing.

(Again, I´m no specialist, so I could be wrong here.)

As for a certain someone´s case, I´d imagine it didn´t even take a full day for that...odor to completely manifest and sink into their very being - clothes, hair, skin, just everything.

This gets me thinking though: I might just write a lil something at some point about how that certain someone even got there in the first place and how their very first day together went (I´ll give you a hint: probs very batshit). I think that´d be quite fun to write!

Aight so, I imagine the first few days, probably the first week even (if not longer), were especially tough on Momma´s precious Drama Queen. Not only having to get used to...everything that happens in this madhouse, but also that smell like-

To put it frankly, it sucked.

As for Momma, however...

Listen, it gets her going, aight? There´s just no other way to put it. Blood, guts and gore galore is what she lives for, it´s what she calls home and as soon as a certain someone stepped foot into her territory they became a part of that as well. Became hers.

Now, as we know, there was just...something about that certain someone that made Momma go like, yes - that one, exactly that one.

Now, I can´t tell you exactly what it was that Momma has smelled there because her sense of smell is just out of this world - something that is proven when she was able to smell that Beth was pregnant. I mean, that´s some creepy shit right there (I loved it).

But it´s exactly that superb sense of smell that I´m trying to focus on when writing and it´s also the reason why, to Maggot Momma, there will ALWAYS be this that smell, my god! moment, no matter if her paramour is covered in blood and guts (something that would drive her mad, mind you). I like to think she´s able to smell down to your very core and that´s why a certain someone is, in a way, also the safest person on the planet. They´re like a drug to her and there´s just no way she´s gonna give that up. (If only a certain someone knew that, whoopsie.)

(Not to mention Maggot Momma would smell if something was fishy, like, immediately. Be it other ppl foolish enough to enter her territory (they´re dead before they make it to the 1st floor, let alone to her darling Drama Queen) or just any changes to or in a certain someone´s body.)

Now to fully answer your question: the scent of her precious Drama Queen has changed for sure, it had to with...everything in this (cursed) building. But that´s the goal.

Because, to her, they simply smell like home now and it gets her going like nothing else because she needs them to smell like her - that´s always, always the goal - and it´s basically like a dog marking it´s territory like, the only thing that´s left to do now is for Momma to pee on them and we´ve got it all yknow like-

But also, there will ALWAYS be that special odor that just makes them "them" - her perfect Drama Queen indeed.

So rly, all of that only serves to get Momma tingling even MORE because drugs combined with blood, guts and gore galore??

This is bliss, absolute perfection just-

Thanks a lot for that super interesting ask! 🥰

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

In response to an earlier ask, about the traitor traitor au where babey tries to hurt them as much as she can and then takes off to harrenhal.

Maybe it’s just me but that is nowhere near petty enough, especially for a freshly scorned and betrayed babey who has done everything she can for her family just to find out they were gonna try and get rid of her, just for some sex that’s to dark to see.

Just imagine babey being like okay bet, then immediately hightailing it on cannibal back to kings landing to petition for a divorce, she doesn’t even care if she gets it but she’s sure as shit gonna announce all of daemon and nyras dirty little secrets to the court, even putting on the waterworks to really drive it home. There was speculation around rhea Royces death, not anymore, laenors mysterious death, not so mysterious now, all the bastard children that people are forced to ignore, vizzy t can’t ignore the words from his daughter and their aunt who lived with them. When they ask her if she’s needs a moment, she can just top the whole thing off with their plans to kill her so they can marry, branding them as almost kin slayers. Babey isn’t playing games anymore, she just flipped the board and set it on fire for good measure because hell hath no fury like a Targaryen woman scorned.

She would never stoop to the level of slaying her own kin, but no one said anything about not obliterating the blacks standing across the entirety of Westeros, as well as any chance of nyra and daemon getting the throne. The throne room is so silent you can only hear babey quietly crying and Alicent comforting her, Criston fist pumping in the hallway, Otto just came in his pants because this is the best thing that could possibly happen for the greens, vizzy t defending them because he’s misogynistic, but everybody knows that there is no way in seven hells that nyra will ever sit the throne now because this juicy gossip will travel the continent is seconds.

Now that she’s thrown them and under the bus and backed it over them a few times just for good measure, she can drive off to her happy ending. Babeys pettiness and spite has singlehandedly made the greens win before Viserys even died and he’s to scabby and crusty to even notice, plus there is no way the lords of Westeros would support the blacks now. Babey is now heartbroken, as well as being a divorced, deflowered and possibly pregnant woman in Westeros, she’s ruined. Otto would suggest that she marry aegon to strengthen his claim, but the look he gets from everyone in the room is enough for him to shut up, no way did she just escape daemon just to marry aegon, even alicent wouldn’t let that happen.

From that darkness an angel appears, the overlooked second son of viserys who drinks his respect women juice every morning, the male wife aemond Targaryen. Babey marries a green because that’s just kicking daemon while he’s down. But we all know he would treat her right, the dutiful son who has been saving himself for marriage just so he wouldn’t dishonour his future wife, who loves himself an older woman. He’d fall on his own sword if he ever upset her. Babey eventually falls for him because he’s so respectful and kind but would also spank and choke her if she asked. And they live in their own castle away from the drama, it would have a huge library and massive gardens, just perfect for babey because aemond would give her the moon if she asked for it. They’d have lots of children, probably wouldn’t stop having them until they had to become you know how horny babey gets. And they live out the rest of their days together with their children and dragons, also where cannibal barely tolerated daemon he loves aemond, why you might ask, simply because fuck you daemon.

Lol oh my GOD, Babey's goin' NUCLEAR in this one! AAAAAnd she's a cougar, reeee-OW. I fucking love this, and would legit read the HELL out of it. Oof, my babies Rhae and Daemon stand absolutely zero fucking chance.

Althoooough, Aemond's like maybe 13 at this point. We'd have to wait a few years to get that MARRIAGE happenin'. Freaks me out to think he's like technically 17-ish, I think? Pretty sure he's supposed to be 12 during the Ep. 7 stuff, and we're approx. a year on from that as of right now. But that's cool, we can wait!

EXTRA POINTS if we can murder Aegon II and like, get Aemond on dat throwwwwne. He'd radiate BDE in the hot seat, lemme tell ya.

UNFFFF. Yes. Put a crown on it, ride it on the throne.

AMAZING! Thank you so much for this!

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Juno Lore… please 🙏

oh lord this might be a rant of a post but here we go! (Disclaimer! I am a very shitty writer, juno is probably under the category of a MarySue, and this is just a for funisies character!)

Okay so let's start at the very beginning, Junos mother, Annabella valentine had a "strange" encounter with a mysterious man in the woods one day, becuase who wouldn't want to get down and dirty with a 7'3 guy with horns when your in loveless marriage to a preacher? Anyway she ended up getting pregnant and 9 months later out pops a little baby girl, Juno orchid valentine (yeah her mom was SOOO creative with her name guys (I say as if I didn't name her) )). Around 4 years later, Annabella is "mysteriously" drowned in the lake near the community church! Leaving poor little 4 year old juno in the care of her father, Issac Jr valentine. And let's just say... Issac isn't exactly the best father... or a decent one at that. Juno was mainly neglected in her childhood or was beaten if Issac deemed her indeed of a punishment, even if she had done no wrong. And no one believed little juno that her daddy, the kind hearted preacher of the Arlen gerogia church! She didn't have nuch friends in her school years either, the kids at her school assumed that she was tattle tail and was stuck up all because she was the preachers kid, but she didn't mind. She preferred being alone, all she needs is a good book to keep her company (NERD). A little later on in life, around 12, juno met this weird skinny kid at church camp one summer, a tall scraggly boy named Jonathan kenny-crane. They ended up creating a bond with one another over their shared trauma and love for reading. They would start hanging out in secret after that summer, exploring abandoned buildings and going to the library together. ANOTHER TIME SKIP WOW WEE!! At 17 Juno ran away from her home and father, leaving for gotham city. For awhile juno simply worked as a body guard,finding she had a strange amount of natural strength. But body guarding didn't pay that well, now did it? Juno was offered a job at the age of 20, kill a rival mafia boss for someone and receive 2 thousands dollar in cold hard cash. This kicked off her career as an assassin for hire. Juno slowly built a name for herself over 8 years in the mercenary community, she was surprisingly good at what she did, atleast for an amateur. She ended up catching the attention of slade wilson, who offered to train her. She trained under him for a few years before going back to working as an assassin. By that time she was 32.

Alright that's all I got for now I'm eepy

[papirouge]

im the anon who lurks in regretful parenting subs... Honestly, i'm believing most men simply do not like being monogamous thus why they feel like they're trapped in a relationship. Even when it's the men themselves that insist to get their wives pregnant, even if through inmoral means (some women talk about finding out their husbands removed the condom at some point while having sex), it's usually because they want to pass their genes more than genuine love for their wives and wanting to build a family with this person they adore.

Like it's not only the way they talk about their wives, but also that they see sleeping around as a thing to be proud of and men who can bed many women as someone to look up to. There's also that phenomenon of older married men ogling younger women even when they're with the wife, watching porn even if they're still having sex irl, and so on.

Honestly, I do feel like only a man of God could truly remain faithful for the right reasons. I guess that does go for some women too, we all have our faults lol but even then I unfortunately know some terrible cases. Like this Christian woman I followed who seemed to have a great husband and children, always talked about the importance of putting God first in your life, and even gave dating advice to women that wasn't about being submissive (wordly) and a pick me but was quite fds-y actually while still being biblical. Then she dissappeared for a long while and when she returned she admitted her husband had raped her and beat her. I was so heartbroken for her. She had to had a divorce and thankfully the husband went to jail, but she was left struggling with the trauma and four kids to feed.

To be fair, i'm starting to believe I might be seeing so much of this stuff because God wants me to stay a celibate. I'm convinced He wants me to focus completely in my religious path and in helping others and not get distracted with a husband and children.

The regretful parent sub is a mixed bag really

I understand the struggle of people who got one child and eventually regretted bc of all the changes and missed opportunities this pregnancy caused into their life, but I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief at people ending up with 3 kids and finally realizing parenthood wasn't for them. Sorry but that's stupid and reckless.

I think it's unfair to put unplanned pregnancy on men alone bc a fair share of women are pretty reckless with their lack of birth control. Feminists will hate me on this, but women have the upper hand when it comes to birth control. Both men and women can poke holes in condoms, but women can also deceive men in having unprotected sex while pretending to be on birth control. A man removing condom is observable, a woman with or without birth control is not.

One post stuck with me about a man who had a little girl, divorced his wife, and regretted becoming a dad because being away of his daughter was too much painful and would rather never have a child to not feel such strong attachment to another human being. This was actually touching

And yes, I'm very wary of trad people flaunting their life online. This is the anti thesis of trad imo. Remember the twitter tradwife who was financially abused by her husband for years?? You never know what's going on behind closed doors

I will never this sentence I heard from pink pilled ladies "you can be a single mom while being married" That's why it is sooooo important to chose wisely your husband. No marriage no womb obviously, but also husband and wife need to explicitly talk about they will share tasks in the house. Many sahw struggle bc they are expected to work from home 7 days a week when the husband at least have a few days away from office. IMO I would ask a share of tasks on weekend. Like, daddy would take care of the kids and the wife would have some time off to focus on other/lighter tasks.

Vetting is also important. Men who never lived alone when in their 30s are a red flag bc there are chances dude can barely take care of a house and will use their wife like a maid/2nd mom. I said that bc I knew a girl who was dating a guy who lived with his ex, and as soons as they broke up, he went back to live with his mom.... That's suspicious.

I also pray a lot to God to remove from my way all the men who aren't supposed to be in my life. I pray for my husband. God already shown him to me (in dreams) twice so I know I'm good :) As much as I craved emotional intimacy, I also realized that marriage involves a ton of responsibility (+parenthood) that's why I'm less eager to find my life companion lol The years I spend alone and free to do whatever I like will never come back so I might as well enjoy them as much as possible. It really helped me to be more content with my singleness 💙

[clarinet-sticks]

I have to rant. Pls bare with me or ignore me idc. TW: Miscarriage & shitty bosses (I tried to tag what I thought might need to be tagged, so sorry if I missed something.)

My boss SUCKED. She was the first person I called and told I was pregnant & how I’d be on closer watch with the OB due to my miscarriage earlier this year. She said that was totally fine and to just keep her in the loop.

Only a few days into the school year I started spotting, which is obviously scary since I experienced that before my loss. I got into the OB immediately and started being seen weekly for blood tests and ultrasounds. I tried to ask off ahead of time if I knew I had an appointment, but a few times I had to leave in the middle of the day and come back, which she was fine with.

One day I went in and had only taken the morning off. I was stuck in the office waiting for hours so I texted letting my boss know I wouldn’t be back. I brought her my doctors note which simply started I was seen at 10:45 (which is usually all the office gives you when you ask for a work note).

I was also put on restrictions so my baby and I would be safe at work. I was not allowed to lift 25 pounds or more. She came up to me in the hallway demanding I have paperwork proving that, otherwise she and the district wouldn’t recognize my restrictions and would make me work like normal. I called the office and asked for something to be sent in writing for work, and they complied, sending it to my hospital app. I screenshotted it and emailed it to my boss. I then went to her office to confirm she received it and she said “yep, that should be all I need, thanks!” Then she read the note and says “do we even have any kids that heavy?” YES??? The average 3-4 year old is at the smallest 35 pounds.

About a week goes by, then I wake up and get around for work. I go pee right before leaving and suddenly there’s a LOT more spotting. I’m panicked, I call my boss to let her know I won’t be in and I’ll be calling my OB when they open. She doesn’t answer, so I text her. She responds with “I will not be able to find a sub with 16 minute notice. We will be short handed.” Ok? I’m in crisis mode right now and you’re expecting me to feel bad that I had to contact you last minute?? THEN she sends another long ass message saying she needs a note proving I was seen, it could NOT be an email on my phone, and it had better say I wasn’t allowed to return to work that day… because she let it slide last time my note only stated the time of my appointment, but I should’ve returned to work if I was able.

I was seeing red. I was shaking I was so mad. I called my husband and told him what happened and he immediately said to quit. It was bullshit. She knows my situation. She knows I’m panicked over every little issue because I lost one before. But instead of being empathetic and understanding, she throws it in my face that the classroom will be down a teacher and scolds me for my notes not being adequate? Despite her literally saying they were fine before?

I just texted back “ok, then consider this my resignation. I don’t appreciate how I’m being talked to or how this situation has been handled.” To which she replied “ok thanks for letting me know” if she was SO worried about being short handed, I’d think she’d care a bit more that I left the position entirely! She clearly didn’t like me for whatever reason despite me doing everything she asked whenever she asked.

She also turned around and posted my job online within like an hour and had all the other staff share it. I have a feeling she told them all I’m this horrible person for quitting on the spot, but they don’t know what really happened.

I submitted my official resignation to the district before she could even text again saying “I think the district will need a written paper. An email is fine” AN EMAIL IS FINE NOW??? God I’m still seething but I’m so glad I left. Everyone else there was so kind and understanding of my situation, but my main boss wasn’t and I don’t need that extra stress right now.

The good news is, I got an ultrasound done today & my baby is still looking fine! And my now former coworkers still checked in on me and asked me to keep them updated. I hope that administrator retires the moment she can in a year or two and I can take my job back without worrying about being stabbed in the back during a stressful time.

[nataliereed84-blog]



So, for a very very long time now - like from even before transition! - I've had this idea for a comic. It never went away, I ALWAYS wanted to someday do it. There were lots of barriers, though; ADHD executive dysfunction, addiction, poverty, housing instability, the way my own drawing style wasn't suited to what I wanted it to be, my shear laziness, and the "comics don't work that way" problem that to function as I envisioned it it would need to run for*exactly* 50 issues. No more, no less. The working title was "Five Years", like the Bowie song that inspired it, and the premise was thus: Astrophysicists determine that a very very nearby star is about to go supernova and release a huge blast of gamma radiation directly towards Earth. And, due to the way astrophysics work, this had in fact *already happened* and it was just a matter of waiting for the light (and very shortly afterward, the radiation) to reach Earth. It was already over. We were doomed. The gamma burst would arrive in five years (the exact date and time would be a little more precise than that, of course). The series would in absolutely no way be about trying to save the world. That end would be a foregone conclusion. It would follow how a variety of people REACTED to this foregone conclusion. Five characters would be followed for the entire five years, each of them receiving one issue for each year (plus a sixth showing them on the final day), counting down as we follow their stories. Each "chapter" (Five Years Left, Four Years Left, Three Years Left, etc) would also feature one extra issue following a "one-off" character. It would be set in England, primarily Bristol, Shrewsbury, Birmingham, Nottingham, Stafford, and London. The surviving cities and architecture of Canada and the US are too young, you see.

The five principle characters were each going to be showing a different angle on the ways human beings assert and affirm life in the face of mortality… albeit excluding religious answers entirely, because religion means you don't *have* to cope with the existential implications of mortality.

One character is pregnant and in the midst of deciding whether or not to carry the pregnancy to term when she gets the news. Ultimately, she *does* choose to have the child, even though they'll never see their fifth birthday.

One character is an art history professor who has a bit of a nervous breakdown thinking about how the totality of human cultural achievement is going to be erased, and frantically starts stealing and hoarding various masterpieces and treasures and such, until ultimately starting to simply expend them for survival (of herself and others, too).

One character is a heroin addict who proceeds with his efforts to get clean despite the fact that the world is ending and there's no future for him one way or the other.

One character is preparing for his suicide when he gets the news, and delays it to make sure his little sister is okay. He continues deferring his suicide to help various people all the way to the end. He's the last to succumb to the radiation.

And one is a low-ranking civil servant who simply keeps going into work each day, and, by virtue of most people quitting / giving up / not caring anymore, she acquires greater and greater responsibility until she's one of the sole forces maintaining any infrastructure or organization of any kind in the Midlands.

The one-off characters are the BBC presenter tasked with making the announcement, a scientist in an international think tank pursuing a solution who realizes his job is *actually* just to keep society and governments functioning through the illusion there might *be* a solution, the Prime Minister as he realizes there no longer *is* a government for him to lead, and a survivalist hoarding supplies for his family in a fallout shelter (that will be pointless, because surviving the radiation means you just die from the now unliveable atmosphere).

The ideas and narratives, as you can see, largely hinge around society progressively collapsing as the clock counts down.

But I realized today that the story could never work now. No one would buy it.

Because now we know that no one would have believed the astrophysicists in the first place.

[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

can you do 45 with trevor & mikey for the kiss prompt if you’re still doing them :D

This turned out to be a oneshot instead of ficlet (or at least for me, 1000 words isn't short anymore) but hopefully that's fine... It's also not as romantic as KISS PROMPTS should probably be but angst instead, but hopefully that's fine... And it's also a bit NSFW but hopefully that's fine... What I'm trying to say is OOPS and I'm either very sorry or you're very welcome, Anon.

***

Michael had thought about it before, of course. He knew they should have stopped years ago, way before things went too far and they got so... attached. After all, he always knew the day would come when he would start a family, just like he had always dreamed of, and they would have to move on.

But he also knew trying to stop before having a real reason to do so would have been absolutely fucking pointless. He would have always found himself in Trevor's arms because Trevor, pure and simply, satisfied him, and they had needed to hold on tight to any source of pleasure. If they hadn't, the misery of North Yankton would have eaten them alive.

But those days were over now. He had enough money to buy a house — a small one, sure, but at least he and his wife would get out of the trailer park. Because he had a wife now, and a little girl on the way, and they were his key to happiness. From now on, he was going to be happy. 

The music was playing loud inside the restaurant they had rented for the evening; Michael heard Billy Idol's voice clearly even behind the building where he was hiding from any wedding guests that might wander outside. He was smoking the cigar Amanda's father had given him — tomorrow, he would quit altogether because Amanda hated the smell, but tonight if ever was the time to indulge one last time. 

Trevor appeared from behind the corner. He certainly wasn't wandering; his step was determined and confident, a grin plastered on his face, more than a bit drunk based on his ridiculously excited reaction when Michael told him to meet outside in 10 minutes. 

He was sensible enough to keep quiet until he was right next to Michael. "What's the happy groom doing outside, eh? Sulking because your freedom is over?" 

Michael huffed out smoke, watching the secondhand suit that sagged on Trevor's shoulders, multiple sizes too big for him. His tie was crooked, and he wore combat boots because he hadn't bothered to buy new shoes. Michael was sure he had enjoyed the disapproving glares when Amanda and her bridesmaids had seen him. "Nah, not sulking. I just needed to talk to you."

"Talk?" Trevor purred, closing the distance between them, hands reaching down to grope Michael over his pants. "Sure, let's talk." 

He quickly grabbed Trevor's wrist, getting the offending hand off of him, looking around to make sure no one saw them. "No, Trev. That's not what I... Jesus."

The grin on his face died down slowly, replaced by confusion as he took a step away. "What?"

"We shouldn't do this. Not anymore." He sighed, knowing he needed to give an explanation, and there was no point in lying. "Because I'm married now, and... and Amanda's pregnant. I'm gonna be a dad, T." Saying it out loud for the first time made him smile softly. 

Trevor didn't answer the smile. He was quiet for a long time, blinking slowly. "That's... great," he said calmly. Michael knew he didn't mean it, but at least he wasn't furious. "Great. So you knocked up a stripper. I don't see why that means we gotta stop." 

Michael frowned at him. "The fuck you mean you don't see why? I'm not gonna cheat on her. That ain't the kind of husband I'm gonna be."

Trevor laughed. "You've already been cheating on her for months. As if a piece of paper changes anything." And when Michael's tipsy brain couldn't think of a comeback, Trevor saw his chance, stepping close before continuing, "And why did you choose now to tell me, Sugar, eh? When you should be in there slow dancing with your wife?" 

The hand was back on him, tempting as ever, a promise of pleasure he couldn't resist. Michael swallowed. Fine. Tonight, if ever, really was the time to indulge one last time. "Alright, but we gotta be quick." 

His hand was rough on Trevor's neck, lips hungry in a way that was unique to last times. 

The second time he said the words, Trevor had him pressed against the wall in the hospital's men's room while Amanda slept only a few rooms away, exhausted after bringing their daughter into the world mere hours ago.

"We shouldn't do this, T."

He still didn't stop Trevor from dragging him into a cubicle, kissing him as if he had been starving for months, or dropping to his knees. 

"You called me here in the middle of the night, Mikey. We both know what you meant," he whispered before putting his mouth to good use, and Michael promised this was going to be the last time.

The third time was after Jimmy was born — those life-changing events made Michael both yearn for Trevor and swear he could do better. But he never was true to his words, and eventually it became just a phrase he threw out there to make himself believe he could stop one day. Spat it out violently after almost getting caught kissing in Lester's kitchen. Snarled it into Trevor's skin while fucking him into the mattress after his fifth wedding anniversary was spent fighting. Whispered it against his lips in the middle of a desperate, adrenaline-filled kiss after a heist gone wrong. 

Eventually, Trevor got bored with him. "Then stop," he always growled, but Michael was never strong enough to do the right thing, and Trevor himself was too far gone in his feelings to quit. And Michael was convinced that feelings were involved — he had seen something soft in Trevor's eyes that one time he didn't say they should stop. That was after he found out Amanda had cheated on him.

For years, his life was nothing but we shouldn't do this. And after he escaped their feelings by pretending to bleed out in the snow, it was nothing but the haunting thought of I shouldn't have done that.

[heavyhitterheaux]

For The Night Part 3

AN: Maybe just maybe things will get better

Synopsis: Jack comes to a realization about your pregnancy and wants to do everything he can to make it up to you before it's too late

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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“I am so sick and tired of your shit, I swear. It’s the same thing day in and day out. If I had known you were going to act like this, I wouldn’t have even bothered to tell you I was pregnant in the first place.”

“And I’m sick of us arguing every time we see each other. You are always jumping down my throat about something.”

“Because you aren’t doing a got damn thing that I ask for you to do. Is it that hard to help me build the crib? Is it that hard to take me to an appointment? Is it that hard to help me do the registry for the baby shower?”

“I have taken you to your appointments.”

“Jackman, you took me to one. And that was when it first happened so you can stop. I don’t even know why I came over here because I knew how this shit was going to go. The last thing I need is to be stressed out but you’re doing a …. OH!”

Jack then got a startled look on his face while looking you up and down to see if you were okay.

He was low key panicking from your outburst. 

“Is something wrong? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, she just kicked.” You said while waving your hand to brush him off. 

“Oh, um does it hurt?”

“No, just caught me off guard, that’s all. She likes to play soccer in there. Do you want to feel her?”

Jack was hesitant, but slowly nodded his head. You grabbed his right hand to place it on your stomach where her feet just were anticipating her to kick.

It took a few seconds, but when she finally did, Jack was amazed.

“Does she do this often?”

“Some days more than others. She does it a lot when I’m around you or she hears your voice.” You simply shrugged. 

Jack then felt two more kicks to his hand.

“You never told me before.”

“Because we were too busy arguing, remember? Anyway, I have things to do so I’m leaving.”

“Do you want me to take you?”

“No, Jess is downstairs waiting for me. The one person that I can actually depend on.”

“Umm, okay. Just uh make sure you text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.” 

Now it was your turn to look startled.

He hasn’t said anything along those lines since before you got pregnant.

“I’ll be fine. See you whenever and at this rate, it might be in the delivery room after she’s born.”

You slipped on your light jacket and without another word made your way downstairs to Jessica.

Once you had left, Jack sat down on his couch for a second taking everything in.

He felt her kick

He felt HIS daughter kick

She was literally half of him and half of you

He then hopped up off the couch and proceeded to make his way into his bedroom over to his tall dresser.

He was throwing clothes out of each drawer left and right until he could find it

“Shit, shit, shit. Where is it?!? I know it’s in here.”

He knew that it was around here somewhere and that he didn’t throw it away, no matter how much he was scared shitless when he had first found out.

It wasn’t until Jack emptied out the bottom drawer and found it.

The sonogram picture of his daughter. 

All Jack did was simply stare at it.

This little girl was depending on him,

And so was her mother.

The mother that he has treated like absolute shit over the past few months.

Just because he was scared about now being responsible for another human being, she had to be scared too.

They went from talking every day to simply arguing every time they saw each other.

And he knew it was all because he was being an ass and running away from his responsibilities.

They didn’t deserve that and you definitely didn’t deserve how he had been brushing you off for the entire pregnancy.

You had about three more months until she got here and Jack made it up in his mind to do his absolute best in order to make it up to you for how he had been acting, both of you.

It was three days later when your phone went off alerting that Jack was calling you and you immediately rolled your eyes.

You never thought in a million years that that would be your reaction to seeing him calling you, but here you were.

“Yes, Jackman?”

“I can’t believe I did this, I just…. I have to do better.”

“Jack?”

“I know you probably hate me and I would hate me too. I left you high and dry and I know you were scared shitless, but so was I.”

“Jack?”

From that point it sounded as if he began sniffling and if you had only been confused before, now you were both worried and confused.

“Are you? Are you crying?”

“I….”

“Okay, I’m coming. I’ll be there soon.”

You had no idea what the hell was going on with him but because you still cared about him of course you were going to go over to his condo and see if he was okay.

You drove a little faster than you should have in order to get there, and raced to the elevator in order to get to the top floor.

You knocked on the door and were met with a red faced, puffy eyed Jack who was holding a teddy bear along with a milkshake.

“What is going on?” You asked and he simply moved to the side so that you could get past him. 

You went and sat on the couch, while Jack was pacing in front of you while tightly holding onto the bear and cup. 

“Jack? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” You curiously asked because at this point, you were trying not to freak out. 

He might have been getting on your last nerve lately, but at the end of the day you did still care about him and his well-being. 

“I just… I need to apologize to you and our daughter for how I’ve been acting. I’ve always wanted to be a father but I just thought that the circumstances would be different. I definitely thought I would have kids with you though, even though I don’t think I ever told you that. I care about you so much and I didn’t show it these past few months, but please know that you are important to me, both of you. I just…. I need to be better and from this point forward, I’m all in. Whatever you need, I’m here. Umm, do we have enough clothes for her? Should we breastfeed her or bottle feed her? I think I read last night that breast feeding was the better option. I’ll hire a personal lactation consultant just in case she has problems latching on. I could probably go and order more diapers because you can never have enough of those. Wait, does she have enough toys? Oh shit, how are you going to finish school? Online classes are an option and I can watch her while you’re doing your work.”

Every single time you tried to get his attention or answer one of his questions, it wasn’t working so you opted to yell at him even though you didn’t want to. 

“JACKMAN!”

“Oh, yes?”

“Just breathe and sit for a minute.”

Jack listened to your directions and sat down next to you while still holding the bear and milkshake.

“Umm, are those for me?” You curiously asked while looking at them.

“Yes, I forgot I was holding them. It’s your favorite flavor, cookies and cream. Oh, that doesn’t make you nauseous at all, does it? I know how sometimes when people get pregnant, they can’t eat their favorite things because they can’t stomach it.”

“JACK!”

“Sorry, I’m just….”

“First off, thank you for the bear and the milkshake. I can drink it, I just have to do it slowly and what in the world brought all this on?”

“Do you want me to be honest?”

“Obviously.”

“When I felt her kick the other day.”

“Oh.”

“Right after you left, I tore up my room looking for the sonogram picture you gave me and I’ve been walking around with it since. I have not been there for either of you and I can understand if you hate me.”

“I could never hate you, stop being dramatic. You called me a crying, snotting mess and I still came over here, didn’t I?”

Jack simply nodded.

“I know it’ll take time for you to forgive me, but I wanted to tell you that I bought a lot of things for her and you too. I got a lot of pregnancy books to read too. I know it’s late in the game but….”

“I see you’re trying, so it’s okay.”

“But it’s not okay. I tell you how much you mean to me but I do the complete opposite and treat you like shit and push you away when all I had to do was be honest with you and tell you how scared I was about this.”

“Jack…”

“I know it’ll take you a while to forgive me like I said, but it’ll probably take me even longer to forgive myself. I can’t even imagine how you were feeling and what you were thinking.”

“It was definitely hard and I felt like I had lost you and lost you for good. A lot of times you and Jess would be the first people that I told when certain things happened and I couldn’t do that with you anymore because I was scared that it would turn into an argument.”

“I never want to put you in a position like that again and I’m sorry. Whatever it is, please know that you can come to me about it.”

You simply nodded your head while Jack held on tightly to your hand. 

“And I’ve been working on her room ever since, do you want to see it?”

“Sure.”

You simply set down the milkshake and your bear before following Jack upstairs to the second floor and stopped outside of a closed door that was in very close proximity to his. 

“I just… I hope you like it.”

Jack opened the door and let you walk in first and your jaw was on the floor. 

You were quiet for a few minutes taking it all in and Jack was becoming nervous.

“Is it okay? I can change it if you want.”

“This is…. You did this all by yourself?” You turned around to ask him and he simply nodded.

“I uh… haven’t slept in like three days so I could get it done to show you.”

“Jack, you need to sleep, that is not good.”

“I know, I just wanted to do this for you and for her.”

Her room was a soft baby pink with an elephant theme. Her dresser and changing table were white and light gray. Her toys were in the corner next to the window along with her night light.

Jack really outdid himself. 

“I left the space over the crib empty so I could put her name there when we decided what it was. And I know you love elephants so I thought the theme made sense.”

“We have time to do that. But… thank you.”

“No need to thank me, just doing what I’m supposed to do. Umm do you need me to do anything for you right now?”

You simply shook your head no before you quickly changed your mind.

“Actually, yes.”

“What is it?”

“I need for you to go to sleep.”

“But…”

“I’ll be fine. I’ll be here when you wake up but Jack you really need to sleep. We won’t be getting a lot of it once she gets here.”

“Okay, you’re right.”

“And have you eaten today or you’ve just been a crying mess?”

“Umm…”

“That’s it. Go to sleep now. I’ll make us dinner when you wake up.”

—

“Stink! Look at this one! Do you like it?” Jack held up a yellow onesie for you to look at that said Daddy’s Little Superstar.

You had been told to not lift a finger for the rest of your pregnancy by Jack and from that day that he apologized to you, he had kept his word. 

Didn’t miss a doctor’s appointment, made sure you ate well and got exercise, read pregnancy books, and spent quality time with you.

Even though Jessica still wanted to kill him because of how he acted before, she was somewhat happy that he decided to step up and take care of his responsibilities. 

“It’s cute, I like it. But Jack, does she really need more clothes? We had to buy two more dressers to fit her things in.”

“I mean I think I’m done.”

“That’s what you said last week and you went and got her ten pairs of baby New Balances. Jack, she can’t walk yet.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being prepared!”

You held up your hands in defense as you turned back to the television.

“What did you want to do for dinner today?” Jack asked while coming to sit down next to you and rubbing your stomach.

“Hi, cutie pie. Are you being good in there for your momma?”

The response he got was several kicks and you immediately groaned.

“She loves you so much already, but my insides have to be bruised at this point. Yesterday, I played Young Harleezy and she just about lost her shit. Like yes girl that’s your daddy, but got damn.”

“I can’t wait until she’s here and we can hold her.”

This had been the norm as of lately, you were spending time with each other every day, and nine times out of ten that was at Jack’s condo. He would always take you home every night when it started to get late. He was slowly trying to repair his relationship with you and was going to go at your pace. 

“I want chick-fil-a.” You answered while thinking about the half and half that you loved so much.

“A salad?”

“Jack, I will bite you. Get me my usual and no one gets hurt.”

“Babe, that’s greasy.”

“I can have it for one day! It’s not going to hurt. Besides, she wants it.”

“Okay, I’ll get it. I’ll order it around 6 so it will be here by 7.”

As you were finishing your milkshake, you noticed that Jack was staring at you from the corner of your eye.

“What you creep?” You asked while turning fully to look at him.

“I just…. I want to ask you something.”

“Sure, I’m listening.”

“I just… I want the two of you to be close to me. I know we’re still repairing our relationship and everything and I know your condo isn’t far, but….. Would you be willing to move in with me?”

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