#to I’m pregnant with phantom’s child

[ilovereading5252]

Dp promt

The Fentons finally figure out how to tell different ecto signatures apart…

[bejeweledblondie]

so excited about you having your requests open. I love your page!!

can I please request: Simon Ghost Riley x wife!reader?

Ghost and the rest of tf 141 are on a mission and end up getting detoured by who ever they are taking out (Russians, Hassan, etc). They need a safe house and quick! Well it just so happens simons place is right near by and simon takes them. the reader is home alone and just got out of the shower, she heard a bunch of men downstairs and gets freaked. In just her bathrobe, reader takes one of their safety guns and goes to defend herself against the “intruders” but really it’s just simon and gang

(sorry if this is long I got excited)

please and thanks

Hello! I’m so happy you’re enjoying my blog! I do apologize for the delay I was hospitalized for a lung infection (shit sucks dude I felt like a Victorian child dying of tuberculosis) but I’m all good now! So enjoy!

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Summary: After their mission becomes compromised Task Force 141 has to take up shelter in a safe house or the Riley Family home much to the surprise of Mrs. Simon Riley

Warnings: innuendos

“Come on I know a place.” Ghost grunted through his skull faced mask. The Lieutenant begrudgingly huffed & puffed leading the rest of his teammates through the forest that lead to the cottage where his family resided. After their location had been compromised Laswell ordered them to find a home in order to stay in where they’d go undetected. With them being only ten miles away from the cottage he called home with his wife, he knew it was the only option. Finally, after miles of hearing Gaz & Johnny complain about their feet aching they reached the wisteria ridden cottage.

He started to reach into his pocket & pulled out the key to his front door.

“Take your shoes off,” Ghost demanded. “We don’t want to track mud.” Photos of a very beautiful young woman in a wedding dress graced the walls of hallway leading into the living room. Simon could hear the water running in the upstairs bathroom indicating to him his beloved darling wife was showering.

“Simon, how do you know about this place?” Soap asked after he kicked his boots off. “I’m assuming you know the beautiful lassie in the photos.” Price chuckled to himself, knew about you. Simon had come to him to ask for advice on a lot of different things in regards to a marriage. His most recent was about children. It was just four months ago you had found out you were with child.

“Something like that.” Simon replied, & removed his mask. Gaz & Soap gave each other a glance knowing he must’ve felt very comfortable with his environment. A black & white cat rounded the corner out of the kitchen. He made a beeline for Simon & started to rub up against Simon’s legs. Bending down Simon grabbed the feline & started to pet him.

You had decided to run a shower, needing to wash away the grime of the day. Your current tired pregnant state made you incredibly drowsy. Resting your head against the cold tile you could’ve sworn you heard the door open. Chalking it up to pure exhaustion you ignored it. Then the all familiar sound of boots coming off by the front door made your head snap. You turned off the water, & dried yourself off. Wrapping yourself in your bathrobe & throwing on a pair of panties you grabbed the shot gun that laid next to the bed. If there was one thing Simon taught you was to defend yourself.

Slowly you started to make your way down the staircase shotgun pointed outwards. Once at the bottom you turned the corner into the hallway. Seeing the all familiar broad shoulders of your husband made you lower your shotgun.

“Si?” You asked clearly confused now cradling the shotgun in your arm. He turned around holding, Phantom your beloved tuxedo cat. “I thought you were supposed to be home in a few days.” You stated clearly confused.

“I’m sorry love, we needed somewhere to stay for a few days.” He replied. “Just until the heat dies down.” He gave you a kiss, much to the surprise of his teammates. “How the little one?” He asked placing one of his large hands on your lower abdomen.

“The usual,” You replied. “But overall we’re just fine.” Soap & Gaz stood there with their mouths wide open in shock.

“You have a kid?!” Soap asked.

“Back it up when did you get married?” Gaz asked. Price just stood there pinching the bridge of his nose at his teammates ruining the lovers moment. Simon holding his wife tightly now turned to face them.

“I got married three years ago, & we’re expecting our first child in five months.” Simon replied. “This is Mrs. Simon Riley, Y/N.”

“It’s so lovely to meet all of you.” You replied beaming. “Hi, John it’s nice to see you again.” You said waving at Price. Both Soap & Gaz looked at him shocked.

“What?!” John asked. “It wasn’t my responsibility to tell you.” Noticing your lack of clothing you excused yourself to change, & brought down old pajamas of Simon’s for the boys.

“The shower is open, & let me bake some cookies for you boys. You must be hungry.” You said. Simon took his usual spot on the couch & turned on Netflix. You loved taking care of Simon, he was the love of your life. The two of you depended on each other for everything. His job was a big stressor in his life & you wanted to make his home life as relaxing as you possibly could.

Soap, & Gaz were in seventh heaven in a world of hardened military men, the tender touch of a woman was exactly what they needed. Someone to just take care of them for a little bit to let them escape from the reality of their lives. Once the cookies were done you brought some plates out for them & then took your place right next to Simon on the couch. He pulled you in tightly, your head resting on his chest & his hand resting on your lower abdomen caressing the small bump. After a plate of cookies you both fell asleep on the couch. John himself was already knocked out in the little recliner that sat next to the couch his bucket hat covering his face. Gaz nudged Soap to look at their sleeping Lieutenant & his darling wife. It was so foreign to them to see him in such a soft state. They had seen him snap men’s necks the way you’d snap a Kit-Kat but here he was even in sleep being so gentle. Soon afterwards the two men also let sleep take over, letting the uncertainty of the situation become a problem for tomorrow.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hal congrats on the 5k you absolutely deserve it.

I have a request for the 5k event so here it is

The reader is John's wife who's 9 months pregnant and basically about to burst. Reader goes into Labour while John is out on the field.

Again congratulations on 5k you absolutely deserve every single follower since your Storys are just chefs kiss. I'm very glad i found your blog when i did!

—Here Now

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [He nearly misses one of the most important moments of your lives together.] ❞

You had told him you would be fine, and, of course, John knew he could take your word—even if over these nine months he’d been more worried than he had been in his entire life. It would have been difficult for you to say how you were truly feeling about being home alone two days past your due date with no one but the birds outside to give you company. 

He had been up at arms about being with you through this, and the man’s stubbornness about that fact had made your face go soft with love. John was the most loyal man you’d ever met; add in a child on the way and he became no better than a hound baying at the scent of a fox. But this had apparently been so important that he’d asked you about the idea of being away for a day—a single day, the man had emphasized, even if the others had to stay wherever they were going for longer. He’d take the red-eye back the second after the time was up, a whole military Heli and all.

One day was far better than one week—far better than one month. So, you’d agreed albeit a bit reluctantly as the man reassured you he’d be back safe and whole. He’d be back for the birth. 

Yeah, that was a load of bullshit. 

You lay in the hospital room, panting and trying to keep your eyes open as the contractions hit once more; a whimper hidden as you bend your neck forward to let your chin hit your chest. 

“Shit,” you breathe, the nurse moving out of the room quickly to grab more water and the doctor for you. 

This had been going on for a good four hours—levels of shaking pain that lasted upwards of a minute and had been increasing in frequency more so in the last sixty minutes. They’d finally had you lay back on the bed only a little bit ago, and you knew at that point that John would be unable to make it for the birth of your first child.

The thought terrified you. 

You place a hand on your stomach and blink down at it, the raised half of the bed behind you and the chill of the room making you shiver. The buzz of the lights—the closed windows. Your heart is running not only from the thought of this, of all that could go wrong, but also because you now lacked the most steady rock you’d had in your entire life: John. He’d know what to tell you to make you calm down, to make your mind stop with all the panic. 

But he’s not here, and that alone makes you want to—

The door opens so quickly it nearly busts off of its hinges.

Your heart sputters, head jerking back as you wince from another contraction, this one far more painful and promising to stay for longer. Closer now. But your eyes blink on something more important. 

“I’m here, Love.” As if a phantom, John hurries through, a gaggle of wide-eyed nurses behind him before the door to your room is shut by firm hands. “Fuckin’ hell, Sweetheart, I’m ‘ere, it’s alright.”

He’s still in his gear—lacking weapons as those had probably been tossed away on Base—but vest and hat are present; the large boots with tucked pants and that compression shirt. You watch in shock as he speeds up to the side of your bed, taking your hand in his large one and squeezing. His other grabs the motion-less chair and drags it over with a grunt. 

“Now,” John says, shaking his head at you as you simply stare. “You squeeze my hand as hard as you well please then, yeah? Don’t care if you break a few fingers, Love, I’ve been through worse.” 

“How…” You mutter, tears welling in your eyes. “How did you…?”

He blinks those tiny blues at you, twitching his nose as his gaze darts down your body. 

“Had a feeling,” is all he says. 

You laugh through a sob and he presses his forehead into yours, hand on the base of your skull. 

“I’m here right now,” he utters. “Gonna have to have a few words with the little Muppet when they’re out about timing. Nearly made me bloody miss it.” 

“John Price,” you scolded lightly, laughing. 

He only hums and tries to hide his wide grin, eyes shimmering. 

By the time it’s all over, he holds the both of you to his vest-less top as he leans back beside your bare dewy skin, the small bundle kept to your chest with its gripping hands. John’s arm was around your shoulders, drawing you to him. You had fallen asleep not minutes prior, and the soldier kept watch as he always had when his girl was needing him. 

Well, girls now. 

He watches, not speaking, barely breathing, only pulling you closer to him as you sigh and shift. The baby, his and yours baby, gargles and kicks her little feet until he shifts a hand to assist your own in cupping her higher. His smile is uncontainable, just like the sudden glossiness to his eyes at such a tiny weight in his grip.

John watches, and he comes to a conclusion as he presses a deep kiss into your scalp, his thumb taken into the smallest grip that has ever held it. 

There was never a more beautiful sight than the one right in front of him. 

[sinligh]

I woke up hyperaware of every inch of my body. A bone must be missing, a tooth or two my hair feels like an extension of the pillow that i hide my dreams underneath

And my head is too heavy with the weight of everything I said i will think about later…

Childhood, adolescence, adulthood

It all overlaps sometimes, and I worry that my childhood is all I’m going to grow up to live and relive.

I worry that it’s a punishment,

Like Prometheus; that I’ll spend my nights picking at it trying to cleanse myself from all that a young version of me wasn’t strong enough to process

only to wake up and realize I’m carrying it between my ribs again.

To be pregnant with another girl that will relive my life like I’m reliving my mothers.

I’m overthinking again

Stages of life like gates to the many graveyard’s that I have built inside me.

A sanctuary

A place of residence to all the feelings i had no time to over analyze.

I digged my phone from underneath the pillow, something must be said..

A phantom of the words that are trying to escape is at hands reach..

An Aura. A migraine.

Its 04:51 am. The sun didn’t rise yet, why am I awake again?

Thoughts are fighting each other for a way out, like a newborn waiting to be called by a name, any would be fine; as long as it gets acknowledgment.

On my way to the bathroom, i stumbled upon keywords

Some that I believe i missed the night before..

When anxiety was eating another pathway for itself. A way out, out of my brain

Necrosis.

I spent the past couple of months studying all that can go wrong in a woman’s body.

Starting from puberty highlighting child bearing period and ending with menopause.

It’s all prewritten

And I get mad with rage because improvisations are treated like a sin that can never be forgiven.

I watched women bleeding incomplete lives from between their legs, that without shedding a tear.

We’re used to that, aren’t we ?

Bleeding.

And incomplete lives.

Distant dreams of motherhood bleeding classic tragedies into an ink jar

to be hand written as another passage in the wrenching history of all the fabricated religious books that swore by women.

•••

•Quotes: Blythe Baird/ Paul Guest/Molly McCully Brown/ Uma Thurman/ Sylvia Plath/ Joel Coen/ Emily Rose Cole

•Original context: Sinligh

•Art reference:

1.painting by Domenico Induno. 2. Painting by Henry Asencio. 3.painting by graham dean. 4. Art by Patricia Cronin. 5. Art by Amelie, Maison d'art. 6. Spirit Body Consciousness by Byron Tik. 7. Painting by Francesca Strino 8. Charles-August Mengin (detail)

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My favorite Phantom fanfictions' list

Some Phantom fictions (of course, ít’s Erik x Christine) that always make my day, i want to share them with you guys because i extremely love them!!! I will list the stories by their authors. They’re my favourite author in Phandom!!!

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Writer SloaneDestler: she is the first author who made me fall in love with Phantom fanfic, she has a lot of amazing fictions but i just list some of my most favourite (Grrrr, i want to list all of her works!!!)

Second Chances: the first long fic I have read in phandom. Christine was pregnant with Raoul's child but was abandoned, so she returned to find Erik. In this story I really like how Erik reacted and treated Christine so well, especially at the end when Raoul met her again. The love development between the two is amazing, I fall in love with the way Sloane built it. I spent a whole week reading it and it really wasn't a waste of time! I won't spoil anything more, hope everyone will enjoy this story!

All Our Times Have Come, oneshot: Christine and her strange neighbor, it’s a dark fic which provoke some thoughts inside my mind =)))) well, kinda say Sloane did very well at building this Erik’s personality. He’s very mysterious, especially very attractive. I love how Christine reacted to Erik, she was both wary and attracted to him. You should read this fic when you find interested in dark fic, otherwise I hope you will be fine after reading it.

Joyeux Noël, oneshot: LET! GIVE! THIS! FIC! A! HUGE! ROUND! OF! APPLAUSE! This one is when Christine and Erik had their first Christmas together. But! But! But! Erik’s gift for Christine just makes me want to bite his arse!!!! Yo man??? Why???? Let read that fic and bite his ass with me, mate!

Those above fics is my favourite, besides, you can also find some of those fics’ related ones in her dashboard. I recommend you should read all of her fics, they’re just amazing UwU

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Writer MadameDestler: I’m a starving one for her fics, I have read all of hers and I have to tell you that if I can, i’ll list all of her fics. I’LL BARK FOR YOU, MY MATE!!!

The Phantom's Atonement, long fic: this one is a MASTERPIECE!!!! Christine was kidnapped by Erik (again) after we-all-know that night. The way he was healing by himself and another character can make you cry (and me either, because it recalled some of my memories about my toxic relationship so I don’t dare to read that again. But it really worth reading mate, you will miss a masterpiece if you don’t read it!). Also, the plot is really amazing, I can say this Erik is really stubborn but that makes me love him. Let’s read it to see how Erik apologized Christine and how he tried to do that =))))))))))

A World with No More Night, long fic: You can see some of my sketches about this fic in here, I couldn’t stop smiling when I read it and giggling like a girl in love @@ I'm really at peace while they two ran away from the Opera House. A little spoiler, when Christine miscarried, I cried a lot and Brianna (author's name in case you didn't know) did a great job at this part. She made me burst into tears because of her arrangement of ideas and story scenes.

Speak, oneshot: yo man, this one is really spicy spicy but dark, its plot twist made me cry @@ hm… but you know, I love the idea of Erik bathing Christine =))))))))

Locusts, oneshot: don’t ask me =))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) it’s damning hilarious, just read it and enjoy the cuteness of Erik =)))))))))))))

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Other author: 

Unsung of wheel_of_fish, long fic: Christine could not speak anymore after that fated night. This fic made I almost transform into a river of tears because I feel so related (i know, I cry with almost fics, sorry for my sensitive mind) because I was unable to speak for a month due to depression too! And the way the author portrays Christine exactly makes me feel very sympathetic and makes the story more real. The context of the story is also expansive and incredibly beautiful. I enjoyed the way Piangi was considered and especially the resolution and plot of this story. The tension between Christine and Erik is also notable, not to mention Christine's character development. Besides the characters (which are very like the original story's), the way the author describes the scene is also incredibly unique and wonderful. I can imagine every single breathtaking scene of it.

Pilgrim Soul of Mertens, long fic: this is modern au where Christine is a nurse and Erik is a fucking rich man. It’s both emotional and funny, the plot and character development amazed me too. I love the way Erik bribes people and love his passion for traveling (and fear of death) too. It made me think Erik was very human (and funny). Christine was very realistic as well as pitiful, I was just a little heartbroken that Christine wasn't decisive from the start but can't blame her either, yeh? Anyway, Mertens has a lot of Phantom fictions, I read several and they’re really amazing for us to read within our starve of fiction. 

Sacred of TryingNotToLoveYou, long fic, alternative uni: LET ME TELL YOU GUYS, THIS CHRISTINE IS REALLY BADASS!!! She dug her nails into the rapist's crotch and squeezed it harshly! =))))))))))))))))) In this fic, Erik is a priest and he had to learn how to swim :')))) I love the plot so much but it hasn't finished yet huhu

Want some extremely spicy fic? Let’s go and find catcorsair! Last Night in Paradise is my favorite of their fics. Urggggg, it’s just soooooo goooddddd. This Erik is a real madman, guy!!!! I don’t know what to say more, it’s just a masterpiece! No, all of catcorsair’s fics are just masterpieces!!!

Be My Guest of pianomanblaine, long fic, Beauty and the Beast AU: I can say this fic makes my heart melt! Christine and her father were still together at the end of this fic and the tension between Erik and Christine is just so amazing!!!!!! asdjfajsdhfakjdsfhajdh!!! I love how Erik from a grumpy man became a super-love-wife husband =)))))))))) His character development was really amazing too, not to mention the scene where Christine had an argument with him and she ran away from him, I! CAN! SAY! THAT! FREAKING! BEAST! WAS! BECOMING! A! PRINCE!

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober 15

15: Boot Worship, Spanking/Flogging/Whipping/Caning, Lactation/Breastfeeding

notes: ok time for some tltdatsib-verse lore. you get pregnant when heaven/hell curse you at the exact same time for a baby to take from your husbands. cue wacky baby raising shenanigans.

afab reader.

The twins were not planned.

Of course they weren’t. You’d had unprotected sex with your husbands literally thousands of times and never fallen foul of pregnancy. You just assumed, after so many years of life, it was one of the things that was taken from you with your not-death. And you’d been alright with that. Really. Truly. 

Ish. 

But when you were blessed - slash cursed, as heaven and hell would see it - with a baby for both of your husbands, you were overwhelmed with happiness. You’d cried as they held you, a positive test gripped in your hand. 

Being parents has not been easy. You’re so tired. You’ve been alive for two thousand years and you’ve never been this tired. Oh, the joy of children. But you’d not trade your daughters for the world, not you and your husbands’ joy at the expansion of your little family - you thought your life was perfect, but you realise everything before now was missing a piece. 

Babies make five. You think it might be your new favourite number. 

You found it difficult to adapt to it at first. Your body was doing new and odd things. But your husbands were nothing but a rock during the entire time, ever so loving and supportive. Even after you gave birth they were a godsend (hilariously). It takes a village to raise a child, or maybe three of you to raise twins. 

You were a little worried that your sex life would get a bit dry. It happens with new parents. You were worried they’d find your body strange and changed but, honestly? If anything they’ve been even more attentive to you and your needs. Your evolving human body fascinates and excites them; you can do all sorts of wonderful things with it. 

Like this, for instance. 

“Oh my god,” you breathe, scarcely able to stay still under them. Your pump had broken, it’s the middle of the night so no shops are open, and the girls are fast asleep — but your husbands had been more than willing to give you a hand, as it were. What you didn’t account for was how pleasurable it would be. 

You mewl as they suck. Their mouths are soft on your nipples, needy. As you flower onto their tongues Aziraphale presses his fingers inside your slick cunt, Crowley works your sensitive clit the exact way he knows you love it. 

“Shh, darling,” Aziraphale whispers, his mouth glistening as he pops up, “you don’t want to wake them.”

“Then shut me up.”

He grins and reaches in to kiss you. He tastes of your milk, earthy and sweet and warm; he doesn’t stop massaging your breast as his tongue entwines with yours. 

“Oh god… I’m… this…”

The feeling of pressure buzzing up from the apex of your legs combines with the relief they’re giving you from your chest and, with a soft cry, you come all over their hands. Crowley groans. 

“That’s it, nightingale. Fuck, look at you. You’re just gorgeous, do you know that? Your body is amazing. Can’t stop touching it.”

You collapse as your husbands continue their ministrations. Everything about you is so sensitive. 

It is a wonderful thing, to be worshipped as a mother. 

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Akeshu Daughter from the future in Mpreg Akiren During Strikers AU:

Credit to “@iftheworldendsinflames” for bringing up the idea. 

She originally brought up the idea for the “Mpreg Akiren during Strikers” idea, but I could see this working for a couple scenarios, I’ll split them into separate posts.

So, one plot issue with this particular scenario is “Why would Komari be there in the first place?” Since most “from the future” plots, have said person from the future come to the past to warn someone of something, or to fix or prevent something bad from happening themselves. 

For this case, there’s nothing really world endangering or life threatening in Strikers that could be perilous to Komari and her future, so what if she got sent to the past somehow by accident and so her goal is to get back home and she needs the assistance of the Phantom Thieves but at the same time, obviously can’t fully reveal why and who exactly she is as that might rewrite her original reality she’s from, or worse, erase her from existence entirely. 

So, she goes “undercover” in a sense. She keeps her first name, but goes by a different allies off the fly after nearly fucking up her cover—

“I’m Komari Ama—--uh—-Ake—-Ah–ak—ak–a–gi? Yes! Akagi. Komari Akagi, that’s me!” 

Inspired after remembering a Japanese Jazz pianist with that surname. That kanji spelling of  Akagi translates to “Red Castle” which—is unintentionally similar to the meaning of “Amamiya” which means “Rain Palace”. So already she’s made a subtle whoopsie. 

I like to think Akechi would also take his child to the Jazz Jin to keep the tradition and so Komari grew up listening to the Jazz Genre and probably came across the name Akagi by listening to one of his songs. 

Out of panic and memory, she chooses the surname which also translates to something similar to what one of her fathers surname means, it’s too late to pick a different name so all she can do is internally hope and pray they don’t catch on.

She does openly tell the Thieves things about herself if asked or randomly if a subject reminds her of her upbringing, but of course nothing outright

Like, she obviously can’t say: “My Parents are Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi”. But she brings up in passing “Oh I don’t have a “mom” I have two dads actually.”

“Oh, you’re adopted then?”

“No, one of my dads gave birth to me.”

“...........Wha?” Everyone is puzzled as hell at that response until they remember “Oh wait, we have a pregnant male party member.”

Ryuji jokes that Ren and Komari’s dad should meet one day so they can bond over pregnancy experiences. Komari laughs in response but internally is freaking out because “I’m in deeper shit than I thought. Not only did I go back in time, I got dropped in the year I was born, Ren is my dad, he’s pregnant with me.”

She actively avoids interacting with the newborn version of herself to avoid a paradox. One of the Thieves notices this and asks her why she doesn’t seem to want to be around the baby, and she doesn’t want to come off as rude or heartless so she doesn’t want to use the “Oh, I don’t like children” excuse, so she stammers out an accidental declaration that she has a crippling phobia of babies. 

Out of instinct she’ll slip up in interactions by acting too familiar with the group, or little genetic quirks and mannerisms inherited from her parents will shine through. Most of them go over the Thieves' heads, but Ren silently takes notice and can’t help but be reminded of Akechi in more ways than one. 

Komari inherited Akechi’s eye color and front bangs of his hair. Hair color wise, is from Ren; black and naturally messy.

Black hair and Brown eyes isn’t that uncommon of an appearance in Japan. But Ren knows those eyes, the reddish brown tint of his allegedly deceased rival. It’s probably why he can’t help but smile fondly when talking and looking at her. He hopes his and Akechi’s unborn daughter inherits the same eyes. 

When meeting Morgana in this timeline for the first time, unlike everyone else’s first reaction to him, Komari doesn’t do the “AH WHATTHEHECKATALKINGCAT?!” thing since she grew up with Morgana so already knows about his ordeal, so purely out of natural instinct she treats him with respect and an individual which gives her good points from him off the bat because “Finally, someone that treats me as an equal. Why can’t you be more like Mari-Chan, Ryuji? I like this girl, I say we’re keeping her!” 

She almost slips up by nearly referring to Ryuji, Yuusuke, Ann, Makoto, Haru and Futaba as “Aunt/Uncle”, more times than she’d like to admit. 

Seems to have a personal hatred for politicians. When asked, she explains “My family doesn’t have good experiences with politicians.” 

Has an unconscious habit of referring to people that anger her as “Trash” under her breath.

Wears black gloves that Ren especially takes notice of. He asks her about them and how they remind him of—-someone he really cared for and misses. Afraid that he could be getting suspicious of her, and immediately regretting responding with “Oh, these belonged to one of my dads.” She waves off the similarity with “Black is a common color for gloves, i’m sure it's just a coincidence.” 

Very—-- “enthusiastic” when fighting shadows in the Metaverse. It scares the shit out of most of the Thieves, except Joker, who gets instant “Third Semester Black Mask Akechi” flashbacks, and tears up while watching the strange yet familiar girl massacre the shadows. 

The Thieves say that Komari reminds them of Ren. Much to Ren’s bewilderment because according to him “Me???? Really, I mean if you say so, but I don’t really see it. Is it our hair color? We both have black and messily textured hair.”

Mari-chan inherited Ren’s humor, playfulness, courage and charisma. When she smiles and interacts with the group, it’s genuine. She’s also naturally honest which could explain why she’s making so many unintentional fuck ups by revealing too much information about herself. She most definitely did not inherit Akechi’s acting and ability to put on a false mask in public and it shows. 

I cannot stress enough how the only thing that would save this poor girl from unintentionally causing a paradox is if the Phantom Thieves and Ren are all simultaneously cursed with sharing one braincell. 

She’s trying, she really is. But if the Akechi from her original timeline could see this he’d be facepalming and sighing in disappointment, then in utter defeat calls Ren over to give him a heads up that there’s going to be some drastic changes to their reality because their lovely pride and joy somehow got herself teleported to the past to the year of her birth and is flopping like a fish out of water at mission “Go undercover and befriend the past versions of my family, reveal that I’m from the future but not my exact identity, so they can hopefully help me return to my reality.” Because he just got reminded that she inherited Ren’s intellect and now they and everyone in their reality is fucked.

[vladdyissues]

Okay I gotta know since I actually go by this as my user on a few things- Daddy Phantom from the WIP game

You could probably see this from a mile away, but here's the scoop on Daddy Phantom:

After Plasmius and Phantom accidentally pass through the Fenton Ghost Catcher when the switch is stuck halfway between MERGE and SEPARATE, Vlad becomes pregnant. 

It seems like nothing happened at first. They forget the incident. Then Vlad gets terrible midnight sickness, throws up ectoplasm, starts feeling miserable. Then the cravings set in. He thinks it might be his ecto-acne flaring up again, but a spectral scan reveals he has another ghost growing inside him, half him and half Danny. Immediately his entire life changes. He crashes in on Danny, Tucker and Sam and whisks them away to explain the situation. Danny is horrified. He doesn’t want to be a teen dad.

(Despite the real-world seriousness of some subjects, this story is basically Crack Treated Seriously and entirely lighthearted.)

“For heaven’s sake, Daniel, I’m a 46-year-old self-made multi-billionaire. I don’t need you. I am perfectly capable of providing for my child.” 

Pompous pregnant prick 😂

Danny is basically off the hook, but it starts to bother him when he sees how happy and changed Vlad is. Renovating his castle to be ghost-child-safe. Building a massive nursery and filling it with acres of toys. He’s about to become the most annoying soccer mom in the Ghost Zone. No more scheming and plotting, no more vengeance. He’s actually happy, positively glowing (it’s the pregnancy hormones).

Jack and Maddie find out he’s “adopting” a baby and are happy for him. Maddie even throws a baby shower for him—not that Vlad needs anything, but purely to celebrate his becoming a father.

I don't want to spoil the ending, so that's all I can share for now!

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Tiny Not Sober AUs for DC/DP to encourage my hyper fixation:

1) Jack Fenton is the time traveling clone/son of both Superman and Batman. An organization mixed their DNA. A scientist felt guilty about raising a baby to be a weapon so they stole the baby. Would have given them over to the heroes. Didn’t happen. Baby got lost in time to become Jack. He’s thrilled learning this when it comes out after the organization is exposed and the heroes look for the baby.

2) Okay so I read a fic where Maddie is the one gunho about dissection and stuff while Jack FREAKS out, saving his son. I wanna use that idea and have Jack discover Danny is Phantom when he was walks into the lab to find his wife HURTING THEIR KID. He stops her, learns everything, tries to help his son and is forced to knock Maddie out. He takes Danny and Jazz, running to Gotham to protect them because Jazz was also locked up because Maddie learned she is liminal. Jack meets a very nice man who runs a club he works as a bouncer for while keeping his kids safe. His kids were making friends and his boss was awesome about the fake ID stuff. Now if only that furry wasn’t breaking things at the club and his son’s ghost enemies didn’t follow him

3) I latched onto Jack. I don’t know why. But okay so Jack and Maddie get divorced after the portal thing because they found Danny going into it, freaked and Maddie didn’t take it well. Jack refuses to let her hurt him and divorces her. Her claiming her son is half ghost, evil and must be destroyed gets held up in court.

Then Phantom shit happens and everyone figures it out really early. Maddie is keeping the portal open and shit. I’m a little not sober as I write this so… I will expand later if asked. Jack decides he needs to call up his old friend from college he made before he got into ghosts: Barry Allen, forensics scientist. Why? “Oh he’s the Flash. The guy was BAD at hiding it. Like super bad.”

*proceeds to not see that Vlad is evil until Danny spells it out* “ah. Oh maybe it’s cause we dated.”

Cue record scratch and insanity.

4) Ellie out of nowhere rapidly gets sick. Trans!Danny needs to mix her DNA with someone else’s or she’ll die. He panics and uses a random DNA sample from the ghost zone cause there’s a ghost there with an obsession for science he was visiting. The DNA is of either: Tim or Dick.

Ellie gets deaged to newborn and Danny freaks out. Of course now he’s aware he needs to tell the other parent cause it’s be fucking rude otherwise. Luckily, he had slept with the other ‘parent’ long enough it fits. Danny has some help acting as if it was a pregnancy out of nowhere. As in ‘didn’t notice at all’. Mostly doctors help faking it and some illusions.

He then contacts the other dad.

Or: Ellie’s orb gets absorbed and now Danny has to give birth so he seduces the other person so Ellie can have two dads. Or he just has to find someone to do that with?!?

5) … I have a thing about pregnancy fics and kid stories but like: some rouge kidnaps trans!Danny cause his DNA was in the system after his parents had him and Jazz be put into it before he went ghost. Why? Cause Jack was worried that his connection to his cousin Clark would be discovered. Because Jack knew Clark was Superman and worried. (Also: this AU has the parents knowing from the get go cause I keep trying to find a fic like that, with good parents.)

But so like I did some bitty gritty research on this but fuck it its a world with ghosts and superheroes. I don’t care if it doesn’t match with reality. Danny’s DNA has him being riven to be a genetically compatible person to one of the bat kids. Like any child born from them would be the ‘perfect’ specimen or bled or whatever. So now Danny got snatched and pregnant and the Batfam saves him cause Jack calls up his cousin. They find out and it’s chaos.

6) Trans!Danny is the twin of Damian cause I’ve only seen it once but the sentance: you picked a name for yourself but go by another is stuck in my head and also the shenanigans of Damian learning his twin survived, is really a boy and all is fun. Bonus: Ellie is a baby so Damian is convinced he’s an uncle.

He’s not wrong.

[thaisibir]

the Phantom Thieves as medical specialties

disclaimer: I’m in the medical field, specifically anesthesiology, and I’ve worked in the ER/emergency medicine before pursuing anesthesia

Ren: emergency medicine -jack of all trades -the Swiss Army knife of medicine -can do everything from suturing cuts to reviving people from cardiac arrest -bikes to work -hits up the batting cages to decompress -has seen some real gnarly shit -can keep a cool head when someone comes in actively dying

Ann: dermatologist -has the bougie lifestyle that everyone in the medical field wants -no calls, no weekends, always living her best life -perpetual glowing complexion -knows a billion clinical terms to describe skin -knows the perfect skin care regimen for all her friends

Ryuji: PM&R (physical medicine and rehabilitation) -helps patients literally get back on their feet -knows all the therapies to correct gait and posture but his own posture is shit -always reminds his friends to stretch -knows every conceivable way the human body can break (mostly from personal experience) -almost went into orthopedic surgery but didn't want to do more school than he could take

Morgana: anesthesiologist (my field!) -makes you go to sleep -won't shut up about patient safety/advocacy ("watch your health!") -would sedate a combative uncooperative kid with a ketamine dart -expert at glaring at surgeons over the sterile drapes -would complain out loud if the medical student is chosen to close skin -more than happy to cancel cases and make surgeons throw a fit -crossword puzzles

Yusuke: pathologist -attention to detail, visually oriented -studies pretty slides all day -constantly mesmerized by the patterns in microscopic cells and tissues -always in search of the perfect beautiful specimen

Makoto: neurosurgeon -been in school/training forever -lives in the operating room -the queen of said operating room -in a profession that demands both physical stamina and immaculate precision -would stand for 10 hours straight correcting someone's spine with screws and rods -would make anesthesia stick an IV in her arm and hydrate her with an IV bag so she can keep operating (yes I've done this for a neurosurgeon once. She was pregnant too. Neurosurgeons don't fuck around.) -appointed as chief of surgery and regrets it sometimes

Futaba: radiologist -rich in the dark -never sees sunlight -stares at the computer all the time -has to be dragged outside by her friends so she can get her daily vitamin D -knows her patients inside and out without speaking a word to them -goes ham on trying out the latest medical tech -hangs up (generic) CT scans and X-ray images in her room for the aesthetic

Haru: pediatrician -wears cute cartoon badge holders -also wears cheery pastel-colored scrubs -keeps calm and polite even before the most anal unreasonable parents -can soothe any crying baby in seconds -very sharp eye for catching signs of child abuse -would rather take the lower salary working with kids than dealing with adults

[ourloveisforthelovely]

To the Ends of the Earth Part 20

Supernatural

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary:  AU Supernatural. Gabriel is tired of Micahel and Raphael’s constant interfering and dictating what’s best for him. Little do they know that he’s been sneaking to earth to fall in love with you. When he convinces you to run away with him, all hell is about to break loose.

Part 19- link

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Neither Gabriel nor yourself said a word to each other the whole way back to the bunker. When Gabriel turned the car off, he looked at you sympathetically. Your eyes weren’t on him but at the car’s dashboard. He wanted to sight but didn’t. Gabriel wasn’t a fool. You were upset with him and honestly, he couldn’t blame you.

It didn’t take Gabriel being your soulmate to understand your feelings, yet also, be confused by them. You wanted him to be happy about the baby. What expectant mother wouldn’t want the child’s father to be happy? Gabriel understood that, but YOU didn’t understand that he couldn’t. He couldn’t be excited about some extraordinary being in the making that could destroy everything.

There is Jack…he’s good.

The thought came to Gabriel’s mind but he had to push it away too. Jack had to be that one exception. Gabriel wasn’t quite sure that his child would be “that good.”

There was also your safety. Regardless of the fact that Chuck swore to your safety, Gabriel was absolutely and positively terrified! He couldn’t even begin to phantom losing you. No part of his inner being could even think about how his life would be if something happened to you. If Gabriel lost you, he would want to die along with you. Forget raising a child that would scare the crap out of him!

You, meanwhile, hadn’t moved from your spot in the passenger seat by the time Gabriel opened your door for you. For a moment, you didn’t want to move. Sitting in the car and staring at the grey dashboard seemed to be exactly what you needed.

“Y/n…”

Gabriel said your name softly. He held out his hand to help you out of the SUV. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. After the conversation a few minutes prior, you couldn’t meet your lover’s gaze.

Am I being selfish? Did I even think of him?

These were a few of the thoughts going through your mind that you couldn’t push away. There were also the thoughts of what you “needed” too.

It will be a long nine months if he is going to bitch the whole time. I am going to need some support too…not constant condescending looks and comments…

Swallowing, you got out of the car without taking Gabriel’s hand. You heard Gabriel audibly groan as you walked past him to the entrance to the bunker.

“Y/n, you are going to have to talk to me at some point.”

You stopped and took a few deep breaths before turning to face Gabriel.

“Look, I get you were shocked by all of this. I was shocked too! Floored is more like it but it’s happening Gabriel. We had sex and you got me pregnant. Neither one of us was really planning it but it happened. I don’t know why Chuck does what he does but he paired us for a reason. I’m not giving this baby up nor am I going to regret what happened…because I don’t. You know…I’m feeling a lot of things none of which you seem to understand…hell even I don’t understand all of what I’m feeling. I’m not asking you to be over the moon with what's happening because you were entitled to your feelings too but what I want is some support. You’re supposed to be my soul mate and be on my side.”

Gabriel winced seeing the tears in your eyes. He absolutely hated knowing that he was the one making you cry.

“Y/n, I am on your side. I’m always on your side.”

You wiped your cheeks.

“It doesn’t feel like it. If I am going to spend the next nine months wondering what I am to you while you glare at me…I would rather you just go. You can find someone else to fall in love with.”

Gabriel looked floored by your comment. Did you really think that he would consider leaving? That was the LAST thing that Gabriel could even consider doing. If he left you then you would die. Your blood would be on his hands and he would never be able to live with that.

“I don’t want anyone else to love. I fell in love with you and that is all that I need…”

You turned to walk inside.

“I need some time alone.”

You murmured. Gabriel didn’t move to follow you.

“That’s probably a good idea. I’ll be back later I need to have some time to too.”

When you turned back around, Gabriel was gone. It was as if he had never been standing behind you in the first place.

Why did I say that to him?

You grumbled before turning and walking back into the bunker. Feeling 100% worse than you did before, the prospect of falling into your bed and never moving again seemed like a great idea.

Sam looked up when you came down the steps. He immediately stood up and looked at you with a worried expression.

“Where is Gabriel?”

You couldn’t meet your brother’s gaze for a moment. Looking around the room, you wondered where Dean had made off too. Something told you that you would be having to face his fury very soon too. You definitely needed a heads up on when that would happen. With Gabriel not being there to come in on your behalf, you would have to try to reason with Dean on why going through with the pregnancy was the best option. Something told you that saying “this is what I want” wouldn’t fly with your eldest brother.

“He took off. We had some words and we both need some space. Where’s Dean?”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest. It didn’t take him being your brother to realize how upset you were. Your eyes were like a window to your soul…a window that Sam had to use more than he was really willing to admit to.

“He went on a beer run.”

You nodded. That didn’t surprise you. It also wouldn’t surprise you that you would take up to Dean tearing the place apart in a drunken rage.

“I’m not surprised.”

You replied as Sam pressed his lips together.

“Are you okay, Y/n?”

Your eyes rolled up to your brother. Sam was looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“Did you know that you are the first person in all of this that has asked me that?”

Sam frowned. He mentally made a note to tell Dean and Gabriel both off later. While he understood both men’s reactions, neither really behaved the way that they needed to. Sure, Sam was horrified by the road that you were choosing to take…however, it was your choice. He couldn’t make you elect to have Gabriel take the baby away. Sam couldn’t make you do anything. You were a grown woman and what you chose would be what he would accept. Sam could only pray that Chuck lived up to his end of the bargain and wouldn’t let you die.

“I’m sorry. I can’t make excuses for Dean or Gabriel but you should have been asked about your feelings before. Y/n, I’m not going to pretend that I’m not worried because I’m scared to death. I don’t want to lose you but I respect your decision. I’ll do whatever I can to keep you safe.”

Sam walked over and immediately pulled you into a hug. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around your brother. Breathing Sam in, for the first time, you felt somewhat better. Someone was in your corner.

“I wish that Dean and Gabriel could see things that way.”

Sam kissed the top of your head. He made a mental note to let both men have it when they came home.

“I know. Me too. Maybe when the shock wears off, they’ll come to their senses. They both love you so much, Y/n.”

You wanted to nod in agreement but you couldn’t respond. Your better sense of self knew that Sam was right. Both Gabriel and Dean loved you. The less sensible “Mary Sue” side was still in depression over their reactions.

“I hope so. I’m going to go lie down and watch TV.”

Sam slowly let you go. He wanted to talk more but decided now wasn’t the time.

(meanwhile)

Gabriel sat across from Lucifer at a crappy little diner across town. He wasn’t 100% sure why he came to Lucifer but he did. Gabriel sat telling Lucifer everything while his elder brother frowned.

“So you are telling me that pop decided that Ms. Pretty and yourself are having a baby?”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“That’s what I said.”

Lucifer was silent a moment as he considered his words. It was no secret to Lucifer about what Chuck’s plans were when it came to you. Lucifer was baffled when Chuck made the grand scheme to pair his younger brother with a human. As far as Lucifer was concerned, Gabriel was a good enough soldier. Throwing him into the thoroughs of love with a human woman seemed to be a bit of a downgrade.

“I’m sorry. I just needed to make sure that I heard you right and wasn’t imagining things. Wow, you're the one to knock up Ms. Pretty.”

Gabriel frowned, reminding Lucifer of the archangel that Gabriel used to be.

“Would you stop calling her that? Who else would it be? I’m her soulmate after all.”

Lucifer snorted.

“You sound so ancient right now. I don’t pretend to know why pop is doing this. I no longer try to make sense of that. How is Y/n taking it? You are acting as if the world is about to end…or whatever else it is you get upset about. You’ve always had a bit of a temper.”

“Oh, I have a temper do I? Aren’t you Satan?”

Gabriel snapped. Lucifer shook his head before holding a hand up.

“This isn’t about me. This is about you! You are having a baby with a human. Not only is that not good but you are about to have both of our dork brothers on your ass.”

“You have a child too who coincidentally my wife looks after so you are in the wrong as much as me.”

Lucifer laughed at that one.

“As you said, little brother, I am Satan.”

Neither archangel said anything for a moment. Gabriel sat wondering why in the fresh hell he even bothered with Lucifer. All that it seemed to be achieving was upsetting him worse with each passing moment.

“Look, Gabe, you are overreacting. If you want Ms. Pretty…I mean…Y/n to survive…there are ways. Use that grace that pop gave you. You’re her soul mate…keep her safe.”

“You didn’t keep Jack’s mother safe.”

Gabriel replied, earning a scowl from Lucifer.

“We weren’t on good terms. Again, this isn’t about me. What are you going to do about Michael and Raphael? I mean, Raphael is heaven’s glorified gardener. You could leave some plants out and totally distract him. Michael, however, well that won’t be pretty. He is still feeling biblical over Jack.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. It was clear that Lucifer had no idea about Raphael being dead.

“Raphael is dead, so I don’t have to worry about him. As far as Michael, he is the one that I am worried about. That’s why I am here talking to you. I’m sure I can keep my wife safe but two archangels would be better than one. We were close once upon a time. You leaving heaven devastated me whether you care about that fact or not.”

Lucifer leaned back in his chair. He wasn’t a fool. When he left heaven and the few times that Gabriel visited him on earth, he could see right through his younger brother’s “tough guy” façade.

“Let me get this straight, you want me to help you? You are coming to me for help with your problems? Wow, that hasn’t happened in millions of years and I am flattered. However, what does Y/n say about all of this? She really isn’t a pro-Luci person.”

“She doesn’t know.”

Lucifer once again looked surprised.

“You are going to have a hell of a time explaining that one to her. Gabriel, you were always my favorite. You always were and you always will be. I’m willing to help you but I’ll warn you…those Winchesters won’t be happy about it.”

Gabriel took a breath. He was no fool. Gabriel knew that you wouldn’t be happy at all. You hadn’t really forgotten how Lucifer had done your family.

“No, they won’t be but we need all of the help that we can get.”

Lucifer had to agree with that one. While he had no idea what “child rearing” involved (and he really didn’t want to find out), Lucifer knew that Gabriel was in over his head on this one.

“So what happened to Raphael?”

Gabriel chuckled at that one.

“Y/n killed him. Maybe that can be an incentive to not tick her off too much.”

Lucifer blinked a few times.

“I knew that girl had style.”

(a few hours later)

You lay sleeping on the couch. After starting a movie, you quickly fell asleep. All of the drama of the day had finally caught up with you. Your peaceful slumber, however, was interrupted when you felt a pair of arms lift you up.

“What?”

You said sleepily before slowly opening your eyes. Gabriel was carrying you bridal style toward your bedroom.

“It's alright, sugar.”

You snuggled your face against Gabriel’s collarbone and breathed in his scent. For the first time in that horrid day, you felt somewhat better.

Gabriel closed the door with his foot before gently lying you down on the unmade bed. You shoved your face into the pillow until Gabriel snapped the lights out. From his place by the door, he could see the sad expression on your face.

…She is still hurt.

Gabriel rolled his eyes at the rather stupid comment going through his mind. Of course, you were still hurt.

Taking a moment longer, Gabriel slowly got into bed with you.

“Come here, sugar.”

You didn’t hesitate to crawl over into Gabriel’s arms. As much as you wanted to be able to play hard to get, you also wanted to snuggle into your soulmate and never move again. The moment that you were against Gabriel he wrapped his arms around you.

Neither of you spoke a moment. It was Gabriel that spoke first.

“Sugar, about all of this…we really need to talk.”

You sniffed again. Gabriel froze. He once again was afraid that you were about to start crying.

“Y/n, I knew from the moment that I saw you that I loved you more than any being known to angel kind. I know you are angry with me and I don’t blame you. I, however, don’t think that you truly understand how afraid I am.”

Your eyes slowly rolled up to Gabriel.

“You aren’t scared of anything…except spiders.”

Gabriel frowned.

“You did not see the size of that spider! Contrary to your, much-appreciated belief, a lot of things scare me. You scare me. The thought of losing you and me being alone to raise our baby scares me. Y/n, I can’t stop thinking about what if I lose you. I spent millions of years waiting for you and so many more looking after you until we actually met. I don’t want to face the thought of the rest of forever alone.”

You stroked your finger over Gabriel’s chest before throwing a leg over his waist.

“I’m not going to die. We’ll figure this out…somehow. There has to be a spell or something. Cas has this theory about using your grace to get me through labor. We have time to figure something out. As far as Michael is concerned…”

Gabriel took a breath before speaking.

“Michael is the least of my worries right now. Can we not talk about him right? I’m worried about us. Y/n, I’m not mad that you’re pregnant. I suppose something told me that you would end up pregnant at some point anyway. No matter how careful I am there was always the possibility that it could happen.”

You smiled.

“Because once you get inside of me you turn into a needy manwhore?”

You were relieved to hear Gabriel chuckle.

“That is one way of looking at it.”

Gabriel placed his hand over your stomach before moving his fingers over your hipbones. He closed his eyes as the sound of the baby’s heart beating filled his mind. Gabriel took a few deep breaths as a new feeling washed over him. So this was what the paternal protective parent felt like.

I have to be feeling like a father to be willing to go to my brother for help.

Gabriel thought with a frown. He was quickly pulled from his thoughts when your lips closed on his neck.

“What are you doing, sugar?”

You quickly wiggled your way on top of Gabriel, looking down at him with a smirk.

“We should probably enjoy my body looking the way it does now…something tells me that I will look like hell before long.”

Gabriel snapped his fingers turning the lights back on. He was looking at you with a frown.

“You’ll be just as beautiful as you are now. You’re always my beautiful wife.”

“You say that now.”

You replied. Gabriel was quiet a moment before quickly flipping the position so he was on top of you. You gasped as Gabriel’s hands fell to cup your breasts.

“Gabriel, please…”

You whimpered as he rocked his hips against yours. Golden eyes rolled to yours as Gabriel leaned down to lick your bottom lip.

“I’m going to make you feel good. You thought that the sex was good that night in the car. I’m really going to make you come apart now.”

You moaned before reaching between your bodies to palm Gabriel through his jeans. When he groaned, you smiled.

“Let's have at least one good memory from today.”

Gabriel gave you a small smirk before snapping away your clothes. He looked down at your naked form before biting his lips. You looked like a total goddess lying beneath him.

You cried out when Gabriel leaned down to lick and suck at your right nipple while his fingers expertly teased your left. Make-up sex with Gabriel often made your disagreements worth it. From the time that the both of you decided to be together, Gabriel seemed to be perfect at makeup sex. He was perfect at sex in general and it often wowed you. You had been a bit embarrassed to still be a virgin the first time that Gabriel touched you.

“Now sugar, that’s what I love the most. My dick has been the only one inside of you.”

Gabriel said with a cocky smirk as he kissed his way down your body. You bit your lip as heat ran through your belly. With each movement of Gabriel’s lips, the want radiated through your body making your cunt ache with need.

“Something tells me that you are already wet.”

Gabriel said with an innocent hum.

“Yes…so wet…Gabriel, please. I need you inside of me.”

Gabriel chuckled to himself and moved no further to have his way with you. He watched your body withering to meet his mouth. When Gabriel stroked a finger over your folds down to your entrance, you could have come from that alone.

“So I heard that pregnancy hormones make you want sex a lot more.”

Gabriel commented as his golden eyes rolled up to your face. He was pleased to see how surprised you were by that statement. Swallowing, you tried to think logically.

“I’m surprised at you, Gabriel. You are already hearing things correctly.”

Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“It's amazing what archangels hear and what information we hold onto. I suppose we will be seeing a lot of this room.”

“Or whatever flat surface I want you to fuck me on.”

You interrupted. Gabriel smirked.

“Anytime that you want it, sugar.”

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Salutations!

Updated: April 26th, 2024

My name is Mona! I’m not new to tumblr in the slightest, but I’ve finally made an account! I write sfw boyfriend/girlfriend imagines and character headcanons! I’m also in the tickle community, so you’ll see a mix of regular and tickle things here. Sometimes I draw, but only when I feel like it. So please don’t request any art ^^ ‼️DNI: proshippers, israel supporters, anti-lgbtq‼️

Requests: CLOSED

Masterlist 🔮

Fandoms:

🖊: Fandoms I will write for

❤️‍🩹: Fandoms I like but won’t write for

HxH 🖊

Danganronpa (All three games + UDG, I have not watched the anime) 🖊

Genshin Impact (I’ve dropped the game but I’m still lingering in the fandom) 🖊

Demon Slayer 🖊

Honkai Star Rail 🖊

One Piece (At Marineford) 🖊

Your turn to die ❤️‍🩹

Characters I will NOT write for:

Any of the Zoldycks except for Illumi and Killua (HxH)

Any of the phantom troupe except for Chrollo, Shalnark, Machi, Feitan, Shizuku and Pakunoda (I’m sorry, I don’t know the others that well) (Idk if Hisoka and Illumi count but I write for them) (HxH)

Any of the chimera ants (HxH)

Komugi (HxH)

Any demons (DS)

Any of the kids (I’m talking about characters like Klee, Nahida, Qiqi and Diona. Teenagers like Xingqiu, Chongyun, Bennett, Xiangling, etc are fine) (Genshin)

Any of the harbingers except for Childe and Scara (Genshin)

the WOH (Danganronpa)

Haiji Towa (Danganronpa)

Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa)

Monokuma (Danganronpa)

Clara (Hsr)

Hook (Hsr)

Bailu (Hsr)

Cocolia (Hsr)

Phantylia (Hsr)

Spandam (One Piece)

Any of the CP9 (One Piece)

Any of the seven warlords (One Piece)

Any of the Blackbeard pirates (One Piece)

Things I will NOT write for

Yandere characters/s/o

Specified race/body type s/o

Smut

Heavy topics (Rape, sh, suicide, dub-con, CNC, DD/LG, abusive parents/ex, drugging, kidnapping)

Age regression (I don’t have anything against it, I just don’t think I could represent it properly as I don’t fully understand it)

More than one character at a time

Omegaverse

Pregnant character/s/o

Please be specific with your requests! Don’t just say *insert character* x reader, give me details!

Anyway that’s it! Thanks for reading ^^

[zablife]

Poker Night

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x OC (Andrea “Phantom” Simpson-Bradshaw)

Summary: Bradley's wife, Andy, goes into labor during poker night.

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon who asked for some prequel scenes to my fic Like a Phantom. The fic The Announcement comes before Poker Night and is about Bradley and Andy announcing the pregnancy. However, you do not have to read that to follow the plot of this fic.

Warnings: language, pregnancy, labor, so much fluff

The knock at the door signaled the beginning of poker night. Despite being nine months pregnant, Andy insisted the weekly tradition continue. She was miserable and wanted some kind of distraction. 

“I’ll get it,” she called out to Bradley, waddling to the door with one hand to her back. As she opened the door she groaned at the sight of her first guest. 

“Captain Bradshaw,” Hangman said giving a salute to his superior officer. 

“At ease, Bagman,” Andy said playfully, stepping aside from the door. 

“Hey, Sarah,” she said greeting Hangman’s fiancé. They hugged quickly before Andy closed the door. 

“How’s little ghost?” Hangman asked with a smirk, walking past her to the kitchen. Andy rolled her eyes at the nickname he’d given her unborn child, an unimaginative nod to her call sign. 

“That’s not his name!” she yelled after him.

Hangman popped his head out from the fridge and said, “You know, Jake has a good ring to it, don’t ya think?” 

Andy rounded the corner and threw her empty water bottle at him. Holding his hands up in surrender he said, “Just a suggestion.”

“What’d you say?” Bradley asked coming out of the bedroom.

“Oh, we were just saying that little ghost here wants to be named after his uncle Jake,” he explained in a mock serious tone.

Bradley burst out laughing. “Like hell.” Turning to Andy his smile turned soft, “Go sit down, baby, I’ll bring you something.”

Andy leaned in for a kiss and Bradley rubbed her stomach. “Is the baby hungry?” he asked thoughtfully. 

“Always! Would you make some popcorn?” Andy asked excitedly. 

“Yeah, sure,” Bradley said tucking her hair behind her ear and giving her a quick kiss. 

Sarah looked on trying not to stare, the love this couple held for each other was palpable, probably the purest form of devotion she’d ever witnessed.

As Bradley made his way to the kitchen, Andy pulled Sarah to the couch with her to relax. While they waited for Phoenix and her new boyfriend, Daniel, to arrive the women discussed wedding plans. Andy lamented how she would only have four months after the baby’s arrival to slim down in order to fit into her bridesmaids dress, but Sarah assured her she would look beautiful. 

Soon another knock came at the door and Phoenix was rushing inside to rub Andy’s belly. “Hey, little man,” she cooed at her best friend’s bump, earning her a kick in reply. 

“Woah, that was a strong one,” Andy replied, holding onto Phoenix’s arm. A sudden wave of pain had hit her at the same time, but she didn’t think much of it. This had been happening for days and nothing ever came of it. 

Bradley looked over at her from where he sat, cocking his head to study her. He was on high alert these days knowing the baby could come at any time. 

“I’m okay, babe,” Andy called out, giving him her best smile and a confident thumbs up. 

Despite the affirmation she was alright, Bradley still came to check on her, bringing the popcorn with him. As he bent down to give her the bowl, he asked quietly, “You sure? We could go to the hospital right now and get it checked out.”

Andy tried not to laugh at his overprotectiveness. “I’m fine. Let’s play some poker,” she suggested eagerly rubbing her palms together.  She brought the small bowl with her to the card table and balanced it on her stomach. Bradley just laughed as he watched his wife toss kernels of popcorn into her mouth and munch away happily. 

“Hangman, would you hurry up and deal the cards before this baby comes?” Andy said with a laugh. At that moment, the tightening around her midsection returned and she tried rubbing her side to soothe the pain. Hangman cut the cards and shuffled slowly to annoy her. Suddenly Andy felt a trickle of water running down her leg. For a moment her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment that she had had an accident, then she realized what had actually happened. She reached over slowly and clutched Bradley’s arm.

“Babe….don’t freak out, but I think my water just broke,” she whispered to him as calmly as possible. The pain that was ripping through her body made her grip his arm harder than she intended, however, and he yelped out in pain, garnering the attention of everyone at the table. 

“You alright there, Rooster?” Phoenix asked with a sly smile. Turning her attention to her best friend she realized Andy was in pain. “Oh, my God, Andy,” she said.

“What? What’s going on?” Hangman said, feeling like the last person to know. Sarah leaned into her fiancé and caught him up. “Oh, shit. Should we take you to the hospital?” he offered. 

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” Bradley said, running to fetch Andy’s bag. She’d had it packed for weeks now in anticipation and now it was time.

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Late that night…

“Breathe, honey, just breathe. You’re doing great,” Bradley said leaning in to kiss Andy’s sweaty forehead. She had labored all night and while everything was going well, it was also progressing very slowly. As she reached the final stages of labor, she felt every painful contraction one on top of the other and it was exhausting. Her nerves were fraying despite Bradley’s constant encouragement. 

He hadn’t left her side for a moment, staying glued to her throughout the night.  However, his proximity was becoming an issue for Andy as they walked the room side by side. As one particularly hard contraction hit full force, she yelled out in frustration, “Get the fuck off me, Rooster.” A nurse turned away as Andy spoke, feeling sorry for Bradley, but understanding all new mothers said the same sorts of things. 

“Rooster?” one nurse mouthed to the other in confusion.

“Call sign,” the veteran nurse explained to her colleague who nodded in understanding. 

Bradley took a small step back from his wife. “Okay, okay. I can move away, but you still gotta breathe for me, alright?” Bradley said nervously. He just wanted to be helpful. 

Once the contraction subsided Andy rested her upper body onto the hospital bed with relief. Realizing what she had said she panicked. She reached a hand out for her husband. “God, I’m sorry, baby. It just hurts so much, I’m so sorry,” she cried, trying to catch her breath.

“Hey, hey,” he said ducking to catch her gaze, “It’s ok. I know it hurts, but we’re gonna meet our son soon and you’re doin so good. It’s not gonna be much longer. I’m right here and I’m not leaving.” As she stood, he let her lean into him while another contraction began and she began to bear down on his hands, crushing his fingers, nails digging into his skin in the process. Bradley bit his lip, not wanting to vocalize his pain in the face of his wife’s much larger concern.

When the doctor arrived, he checked her carefully and declared it was time for Andy to start pushing. “No, no no,” she said suddenly looking at Bradley with fear in her eyes. “I don’t think I can,” she said suddenly a wave of uncertainty washing over her realizing what she had to do next. She looked to Bradley for reassurance and support.

Looking her in the eye with a gentle, calm voice, he said, “Yes, you can, baby. You’re the strongest woman I know. You’re gonna hold my hand and push, okay?” Andy nodded, letting him talk her thought it and when the next contraction came, she began to bear down. Bradley saw a change in her demeanor, seeing the determination he admired burst forth. He held one leg and a nurse held the other as his son was born. Tears sprung to his eyes when the doctor raised his son up for him to see for the first time. 

The infant cried out as he took his first breaths, a piercing wail breaking the silence of the hospital room. Bradley had never heard anything more awe inspiring. It was the sound of the life he and Andy had created. He looked at his wife, laying against the pillows, eyes closing in exhaustion. “Andy, look at him. He’s perfect.”

She raised her head as best she could and smiled weakly. The doctor placed the baby on her chest and she placed a hand to his back. Bradley kissed her, moving the hair stuck to her forehead. “I love you so much,” Bradley said stroking her face and giving her light kisses, trying not to overwhelm her too much with the abundance of affection he felt. 

They spent a few moments frozen that way, staring at their newborn before the doctor asked Bradley to cut the cord. He gladly accepted and then they were left to let Andy rest in peace and quiet. 

As she got some much needed sleep, Bradley held his son, walking the floor with him and talking to him in a hushed voice. “Hey, little man, I’m your daddy. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you. Your mom has too. She’s really tired right now so you can talk to her later. We’ll have some guy time right now.” And he proceeded to tell his son all about flying or he tried to as the infant wasn’t able to keep his eyes open much longer than his mother. Bradley was in the middle of a story when he looked down to see his son fast asleep in his arms and his heart melted at the sight. 

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The next day the visitors came, including everyone who had been at poker night the previous evening. They were all happy to see that Andy and the baby were doing well. Phoenix wanted to be the first to hold the baby, cradling him in her arms and cooing to him softly. “Does this little guy have a name yet?” She asked, raising an eyebrow toward the proud parents.

Andy shot a warning look at Hangman to keep quiet as Bradley made the announcement, “His name is Nick, after my dad.” There was a collective sigh of satisfaction as the group nodded to one another, knowing this was the perfect choice. 

“Hey, let me ask you guys something?” Fanboy spoke up. Andy cocked her head wondering what he would say. “Who taught you two how to swaddle a baby?” He asked, clearly judging the efforts of the new parents. 

“Why what’s wrong with how I did it?” Rooster asked defensively.

“It’s all wrong, man. You have to tuck the edges in tighter so he feels secure. Let me show you,” Fanboy said taking the baby to his bassinet. Rooster followed closely on his heels and watched his friend unfold the blanket gently and swaddle the baby again, giving careful instructions the whole time.

Andy gave a surprised look as Fanboy returned to show off his work proudly. “Where’d you learn that?” she asked incredulously.

“I have two nieces and four nephews. Guess I learned a thing or two,” he said with a cocky shrug of his shoulders. 

In his tightly wrapped cocoon, Nick dozed off to sleep immediately and the group sat chatting in hushed voices too afraid of waking him. Everyone had a turn holding the baby, gazing at him and telling the couple who they thought he resembled most. Phoenix swore Nick had Bradley’s nose and Andy’s lips. 

When it was Hangman’s turn with Nick, he cradled the child and walked around the room, whispering, “I gotta admit, you look like a Nick. Still gonna call you little ghost though. Play along with me, ok? It’s gonna drive your mama crazy.”

Bob was the last person to hold Nick. The timid man stood nervously adjusting his weight, holding his arms a bit too high on his body looking as though he were afraid of dropping the tiny baby. As if on cue, Nick began screaming. “Did I…Did I do something wrong?” he asked looking back and forth between Andy and Bradley. A short burst of laughter escaped Andy’s mouth before she could stifle it and she replied, “No, Bob. He’s probably just hungry.” She reached her arms out for her son. 

“We’ll leave you guys alone,” Phoenix said ushering the men out the door. 

Leaving the flower arrangement and teddy bear they’d brought with them, the friends excused themselves and Andy nestled into the pillows. She settled Nick into the crook of her arm and smiled up at Bradley as Nick began making funny sucking, gurgling noises as he ate. The couple laughed at the adorable sounds, locking eyes for a moment. 

Suddenly Bradley’s face turned serious as he remembered what he had to tell his wife. He took a seat next to her on the bed so they would be eye to eye. “Andy, I called your parents last night to tell them the baby was born. You said that was what you wanted, but that was a month ago so do you still…”

Andy placed her hand over Bradley’s reassuringly. “It’s ok, I’m glad,” she said giving him a small smile. “It’s time to put all that behind us, you know? Besides, I want them to know their grandson,” she said.

“I want whatever you want,” Bradley said rubbing his thumb over her hand gently. 

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The next day as they were packing to go home, they heard a knock on the hospital room door. Seeing Beau and Connie through the glass, Bradley looked over at Andy who nodded in silent agreement for him to open the door.

Andy’s parents greeted Bradley warmly and entered the room looking for the baby. Connie came over to kiss Andy, congratulating her daughter before asking, “Where’s my grandson?”

“He’s in the nursery. The pediatrician has to see him before we can take him home,” Andy explained.

“Well is he okay? There weren’t any complications were there?” Connie asked, rushing her questions in a wave of panic. Beau placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her.

“Is everything alright?” Beau spoke up in a controlled, yet concerned voice. 

“He’s healthy,” Rooster said reassuringly.  “You should go see him. He’s on the fourth floor,” Rooster said pointing up. “I can take you if you want,” he added helpfully, turning to Connie.

“Oh, yes, I’d love to,” Connie said with a sigh of relief, a huge smile spreading over her face. 

“I’ll just show your mom where to go,” Bradley said kissing Andy’s forehead lightly. “I’ll be right upstairs if you need me, ok?” He whispered to her softly and she nodded into his shoulder. 

As the door closed leaving father and daughter alone, the room grew quiet as neither of them wanted to swallow their pride. Beau stood stiffly at attention, arms behind his back. It was an old habit, but it didn’t help Andy feel any less anxious in his presence. It brought back bad memories of all the times he’d lectured her in her youth about her grades or her boyfriends. She hoped today would be different, but she didn’t want to expect too much. 

She was shocked when his posture relaxed and he came to sit next to her on the hospital bed. “Honey, this is the longest you’ve ever gone without speaking to me,” he observed swallowing harshly, looking down at his hands. He took a deep breath before continuing on hesitantly, “I want you to know that I said a lot of things I regret because I was scared about your future. I didn’t want to see you give up your dreams. But I also didn’t realize you wanted a family so badly and I’m sorry I didn’t support you when you told me about the baby. If you’ll let me, I want to be there for you now however I can….I’m damn proud of you, Andy.” He stopped to look at his daughter, realizing the weight of everything he had just said. He had never voiced his feelings for her in such a way and wasn’t sure how she would react. 

Andy brushed a tear from her eye saying, “Thank you, Dad. I waited a long time to hear you say that to me. You’re tough, you know. But you’ve always pushed me to be better and I’d have never become a pilot if it weren’t for you. I’m not giving it up. I’m going back at the end of my maternity leave…just thought you should know.” She said wanting him to understand that although she had had a baby, her career wasn’t over. 

“I’m happy for you, honey,” he said leaning over to put an arm around her. Andy rested her head on his shoulder trying to remember the last time they’d been so close to one another. Perhaps it had been her twelfth birthday when they visited the hanger and she announced her intention to become a pilot. He’d been proud of her then too. 

Standing and straightening his clothes, Beau looked down at Andy and said, “Now I think I have someone I need to meet. What’s his name by the way? Bradley didn’t tell us over the phone.”

“We named him Nicholas Beau,” she said softly. For a moment she thought she saw her father’s eyes glisten as he nodded thoughtfully to himself. Andy held her father’s gaze for a moment, watching a small smile form on his lips, before she turned to finish packing her bag. 

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What would happen if the (yandere) 2p Allies's darling happily tell them that they are going to be a father?

(Y/N) trembled in the white tiled bathroom. Her hands shook as she read the blue and white pregnancy test in her hands.

Two vibrant pink lines were the only colors her mind could focus on, as the words “I’m pregnant” fired off on repeat in her mind like a twisted version of her favorite song.

Tears filled her eyes as her throat bubbled. (Y/N) wasn’t sure whether that sensation was a wail or her own warm partially digested food wanting to escape.

The call of her husband momentarily stopped her downward spiral. (Y/N) looked toward the white door, she noticed that his voice was sounded heavier than normal as he continued to call her to his side.

Knowing that her day would only worsen more if he was made to wait much longer, she slowly stood. Legs wobbled as she staggered her way to her living room, the test clutched tightly in her fist.

At the sight of her husband, sitting on their leather couch, she pulled a feeble smile together. It’s points twitched as she made eye contact with the man that claimed to love her.

He saw through her façade like it was a piece of warped glass. His concern was evident as he stood and closed the distance. His hold was gentle as he prodded her to answer the reason for her fear.

Stuttering with the same broken smile, she answered.

“I-I-I’m pre-gnant-t.”

France: François’ cigarette fell as his mouth dropped. “What did you zay?”

“I’m pregnant!” The dam broke as she sobbed into his chest. François’ purple shirt dampening from the heavy tears.

François hugged her closer, burying his face in her soft locks. Shoe crushing the cigarette, he whispered French comforts.

“Do not worry, Amore. You will be a great mother.”

America: “NO WAY!” Allen screamed. A large smile on his face as he spun (Y/N) around.

The second her feet touched the beige carpet; Allen began a barrage of questions. How far along was she, when did she find out, what doctor did she see?

The last question made her shiver as his hands tightened slight and his smile dropping.

“I don’t know, today, and I used the stick test.”

“Oh.” The grip loosened. The smile returning, as he hugged her close.

(Y/N) noted a phantom pain in her hips as Allen dreamy rocked her, wondering which of the fifty states would be born first.  

Canada: Chuckling Matt ran a hand through his long locks. “I was beginning to lose hope, but I guess I never should have doubted.”

(Y/N)’s voice was soft as she questioned him. Wondering what he meant.

“Since that day I first saw you,” Matt smiled, “I know that you were meant to mother my children.”

England: Gently Oliver grasped (Y/N)’s hands. She shivered at his cool touch and cat-like smile.

His British accent filled the room as he expressed his excitement. The coos of pride as he told (Y/N) how he couldn’t wait to be a father, how he dreamed of this day and would not fail like he had with his brothers. Ramblings about which colors they would paint the nursey, and which fairy tribe they would ask to bless their child.

(Y/N) sat frozen. Wondering how long he had been waiting to hear this news.

Russia: Viktor held out his gloved hand, a silent request to see the pregnancy test. There was no fight as the tired woman gave the plastic rectangle to the much taller male.

Holding it at eye lever Viktor looked at the positive test. A satisfied smile crept across his face as he gazed down at his little wife.

His hand cupped her waist as he gently led her to their large bedroom. This was exciting news, and he knew the perfect way to celebrate.

China: Jin launched himself into (Y/N)’s arms as he quietly thanked her. A couple tears left his eyes at the realization of his centuries long dream was coming true.

Holding his Qin at arm’s length, a genuine smile on his face as he proclaimed that a family gathering needed to be held. Everyone needed to hear the wonderful news of the newest addition.

[imaginedreamwrite]

How does actor! Ransom deal with jealousy early into the relationship? Like maybe one of the gossip blogs post his pregnant reader getting lunch and shopping with a really handsome guy, insinuating that they are dating? Also does he have a nickname for her.

“After spurning the idea that they’re in a relationship, actor Ransom Drysdale’s baby man is seen out on a coffee date with assistant costume designer Jamie Loughlan. The two-“

Ransom threw the glass in his hand at the wall of his trailer, the shatter echoing sharply as the water rolled down the wood and glass fell to the carpet. He grit his teeth and leaned forward, resting his elbows upon his legs with his hands tucked under his chin.

“Ransom, you have-“ his publicist entered the trailer and came upon the sight of the broken glass and the gossip channel still blaring, the story unfolding as images of you and your date flashed on screen.

“What the fuck do you want?” Ransom barked and sat up further, his eyes darkened with anger and a streak of possession.

It was hell, seeing you with another man was torture while he was stuck on set. The feel of another woman’s body on his own was a phantom pain that struck him deep in the chest.

“We’re not in a relationship. We’re only friends.” You were only carrying his child, you were only growing life inside you.

We’re only friends, we’re only friends, we’re only friends…

“You’re needed on set.” His publicist stepped further into the trailer, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the television. “Its not your problem, Ransom.”

He hissed and shoved his back into the couch. He grit his teeth and ran his hand through his hair, gripping his blonde strands.

“You’re not expecting something from this…are you? I’m single, Y/N. I can’t be-“ “You don’t owe me monogamy, Ransom. We’re not in a relationship.” Your words, and his, ate at him.

“Ransom, you’re needed on set-“

“Give me a fucking minute!” He raised his voice, he cut off his publicist and sent her scurrying out of the trailer, the door slamming behind her.

He reached for his phone and aggressively dialled your number, seething through clenched teeth at the present image of that little fuck out with his girl.

“Hey Ransom, how’s set?” Your voice poured through the speakers, the sound of cheapened coffee shop music pouring from the background.

He seethed, he wanted to reach through the phone and strangle that guy. Instead, he found clarity.

“How’d you like to visit set for a few weeks? I’ll fly you out here?”

“Miss me already?” Your teasing was natural, it was friendly.

“Could this be the start of a budding romance?” The gossip hosts’ voice aggravated him.

“I don’t like the idea of you being alone in Boston.” His answer had ulterior motives, he had to get you away from Jamie Loughlan. “Show you around.”

“Uhh…sure? Next week?”

“No,” he cut you off, almost unable to control his possessive streak, “tomorrow. You don’t even need to pack a thing, I’ll take you shopping here. Just…get to the airport.”

[hes-a-rainbow]

Heaven And Hell (Part Two) ~ e.m.

A/N: I’m not really sure if anyone is actually reading this, but if you enjoy, please share! I will be updating every Wednesday 🖤

Summary: After Noah's run in with Steve and Robin, she reminisces on how she ended up back in Hawkins. 

Warnings: self loathing, Steve being a babygirl, talks of body image (specifically after childbirth)

Word Count: 2k

(Divider by @silkholland​)

Part One

“You absolute dingus! Those were the chips!” Robin seems more concerned with the party snack food than the absolute bombshell she just dropped on Steve.

“Hold on a second,” He grabs Robin’s shoulder to prevent her from picking up the fallen bags, ”Did she tell you that was Munson’s kid?”

“Tell me? She didn’t have to! I have eyes!” Robin points to both of her eyes to prove her point even further. Steve can’t help but put his hands on his hips and roll his eyes, “You’re gonna have to do better than that, Robin.”

“It adds up, doesn't it?” Again, Steve can’t help but shake his head in confusion.

“How old do you think that kid is, Harrington?”

Steve’s whole mind is running wild and he gestures his hand in the air, “I don’t know like…two?”

“Wrong, my niece just turned six and I know a toddler when I see one. She was at least 3 or 4.”

“So? What’re you suggesting? Eddie’s been sneaking up secretly to New York to see Noah and he just never told us?” Steve swears he has no idea where Robin’s trying to go with this.

She throws her arms up in the air, and then mocks Steve’s stance, putting her hands on her hips, squinting up at him, “You really are just a pretty face, aren’t you?”

“Okay, uncalled for,” Steve goes to pick up the chips from the ground, hoping they're not completely dust by now.

“Okay, let me spell it out for you: Noah left Hawkins four years ago,” Robin sticks out her pointer finger as she begins her checklist, “She shows up four years later with a tiny little kid who just so happens to have a head full of brown curls, and big ol’ puppy dog eyes,” She sticks up her middle finger as she continues, “And I know you didn’t pay much attention in biology–”

“I passed, didn’t I?” Robin pushes her hand in front of Steve’s face, now adding her ring finger to the mix.

“9 months, Harrington! Which means, if my math is correct–”

“Which it usually isn’t,” Steve interrupts but Robin doesn’t miss a beat. “Noah could’ve easily been pregnant when she left.”

Steve’s eyebrows rise on his forehead, “You can’t seriously be suggesting…”

“I’m just stating the facts,” Robin’s hand drops down to her sides as a sullen look comes across her face, “But the timeline adds up, doesn’t it?”

Steve shakes his head,“No, there’s no way!” He runs a hair through his short locks in frustration, “She would never do that to Eddie. She loved him. It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Look, after everything we went through,” A phantom twinge of pain shoots through Steve’s neck as he goes to place a hand at the base of his neck, the scar no longer physical but the memory remaining all the same. Robin notices, because of course she does, and she places a calming hand on Steve’s forearm, “We all dealt with the trauma differently…” Again, Steve outwardly cringes and massages the base of his neck; flashes of memories fill his head of how they all dealt with the aftermath of the Upside Down.

“Maybe–maybe she got scared and–and couldn’t handle being around here anymore. I honestly can’t blame her for not wanting to raise a child around here after everything she’s seen.”

Steve’s head still shakes, “No, no, absolutely not.” His eyes met with Robin’s again, “She wouldn’t do that to Eddie! She wouldn’t break his heart and then not tell him that she was having his kid. That’s not who she is. Or was or–or I don’t know!” He rubs his hands over his eyes. He can already feel a headache forming behind his eyes, something that had happened frequently for years due to the many beatings he took as a teenager. Robin moves her hand over Steve’s forearm, trying to offer him any sort of comfort.

“I know, and maybe I’m completely wrong and talking out of my ass but…”

“Yeah, yeah…” The pair have no more words to express as they both fill up the trunk of Steve’s car with the remainder of the groceries.

Steve shuts the trunk as Robin climbs into the passenger seat. When Steve clambers in, he pauses a moment before shutting his door, “We should tell him right?” He looks over his shoulder at Robin who is clicking in her seat belt.

“We don’t even know if she’s his.” Robin’s hand pulls the top of the seat belt as she tightens it slightly, hands urging to mess with something.

“No, I know, but we should at least give him a heads up that she’s back and coming tonight.” Steve finally shuts the door and leans his hands on the steering wheel, “And that she has a kid. He can come to his own conclusion. It’s a conversation they need to have together.”

Robin nods her head as Steve buckles in his seat belt. He can tell this whole thing had brought her down a few notches so he pats her knee lovingly, getting her to look at him again, “Hey, it’s your birthday eve! Let’s not worry about other people’s problems for once and have fun.”

A grin spreads over Robin’s face, “Let’s get fucked up tonight.”

“Oh we are so getting fucked!” Robins screeches before Steve can even realize his mistake. “Fucked up, I mean getting fucked up!” He turns the key over and the engine roars to life. He’s about to put the car in reverse when he turns back to Robin, “You know what? No, we are getting fucked tonight! It’s your fucking birthday!”

Robin claps before rolling down her window to announce to the parking lot, “It’s my fucking birthday!”

“Fuck, I look fucking stupid.” Noah whispers to her empty bedroom. Her hands smooth down the red dress she’s wearing as she examines herself in the mirror. She feels like an idiot. She should’ve never come back to Hawkins.

But she didn’t really have a choice did she?

After she moved with her parents to New York, she finally got accepted into a writing program at a college in New York City. She had always loved creative writing, spending much of her free time writing short stories about other worlds and mystical creatures. It was one of the first things that had drawn her to Eddie first. They were paired up in English class during their (his first) Senior year, the project was to write a short children’s story detailing the dangers of drug abuse. She had almost laughed when Eddie’s name was called after hers because everyone knew of his side business. She still remembers looking over her shoulder during class as the names were still being paired up around them. He had looked up at her from the back row like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. It was the first time she had really looked at him and she had always wondered why she never really noticed how handsome he was before.

But no matter how exceptional of a writer she was in Hawkins, Indiana, it didn’t compare to all of the talented people in New York City.

Life started to spiral pretty soon after she had left. The trauma of the events from the upside down followed her no matter how far she went. But it wasn’t until a few months after leaving Indiana that her life truly changed.

Scarlett was born on a crisp spring morning and Noah’s entire world had changed. She suddenly had another person to take care of and who she was responsible for. Everything she did from there on was for Scarlett. It was hard being a single parent, and she very quickly realized that she would have to leave the city and move upstate with her parents.

She had quickly stopped writing, not having much inspiration (or sleep) to really concentrate on a story long enough. She worked odd jobs, temporary secretary positions while bartending at night, or flipping burgers at a local 24 hour diner.

No matter how long she was away for, her heart always lingered in Hawkins. She thought about her friends everyday, wondering what they were doing and what was going on in their lives. But mostly she thought about Eddie. His smile, his laugh, his overwhelming personality.

She suffered from nightmares frequently, the events of the Upside Down playing out differently every night, but they had always ended the same; with the light leaving Eddie’s eyes as she held him. It terrified her even all these years later. Even when she knew he was alive and healthy in Hawkins. Her frequent phone calls with Pops had usually ended with a whispered  ‘how is he?’. Pops never needed to ask who she was referring to.

But the universe really does have a way of tricking you. Her mom had gotten the call from Pops that he had broken his leg and Noah jumped on the chance to head back to Hawkins. There was nothing keeping her in New York anymore. She would swear she only came back because Scarlett barely knew Pops, only seeing him when he came to visit for holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas, but she knew deep down that what she really wanted was to go home.

And now here she is, 9pm on a Friday night back in Hawkins. Except now, she doesn’t have to sneak out of her window to hop into the beat up van parked at the end of the street. She knows Eddie will be there tonight, because why wouldn’t he? He was as close to Robin as she was.

A big part of her fears that he will take one look at her and berate her, saying all the things she has secretly thought about herself over the years. She knows he would never do that, and knows her brain is just messing with her but intrusive thoughts have a way of sneaking in, don’t they?

Her right hand automatically goes to the only ring she wears on her left hand. It’s a silver skull; mouth open almost as if it was taunting her. Eddie had slipped it on her finger as they both recovered in the hospital. His wounds were more severe than hers and she was discharged soon after having her arm stitched up and face cleaned off scratches. But she had stayed on the pull out next to Eddie’s bed every night.

It wasn’t until the third night as they laid side by side, watching some shitty tv movie on the hospital tv, that he took her hand and slipped the skull on her ring finger without a word. He had huffed out a laugh when it had fit her tiny fingers perfectly.

‘Would you look at that?’ He had whispered, ‘It was meant to be.’ She had looked over at him silently, his eyes closing slowly as she noticed his pain meds finally kicking in. She had thought it was a fluke, something he had said while high out of his mind but that next morning he held her hand and his thumb traced the skull silently. She was about to tell him he could have it back, had even moved slightly to tug it off but his hand had grabbed her wrist to stop her.

‘It’s yours now.’ His voice sounded confident but she had felt the tremble in his hand, ‘Think of it as a placeholder.’ She hadn’t known how to reply, simply leaning over to place a loving kiss on his lips.

It was less than two months later that she would break his heart.

She had planned on getting rid of the ring, the memories it came with breaking her heart all over again every time she looked at it, but she couldn’t find it in herself to get rid of it. It somehow felt like that would be the definitive end of her and Eddie and that was too much for her.

So she kept it. She moved the ring to her middle finger now, feeling like that was somehow slightly better.

She stares down at the skull ring now, her heart beating just a little bit faster as the memories whirling around in her head. She has played out every scenario in her head of what she would say to Eddie if she ever saw him again, but she also knows that Eddie is as unpredictable as they come and however their first meeting again goes, she wouldn’t be able to practice for it.

Noah takes a deep breath, again pulling down the edges of her dress just a bit more as if it would magically become longer. Her body looked a lot different than she had when she was younger; growing a human inside of you could do that to a person. Her hips stick out a little more and her stomach never really went back to how it was before Scarlett. As grateful as she is for her wonderful gift of a daughter, she is also very aware of how much her body has physically changed. It also didn’t help that she hasn’t gone out since Scarlett was born; she feels like a mockery of her former self as she stares at her reflection.

She sighs, grabbing her faithful leather jacket off the foot of her bed. It may almost be June but the spring nights in Hawkins have a habit of still whipping around the winds of winter.

She checks on Scarlett one last time, the toddler fast asleep in her tiny bed, before shutting the door quietly and heading down the hallway. She can hear the tv playing from the living room before she gets there as Pops sits comfortably on his recliner.

“I put Steve’s number on the fridge, so please call if you need anything. I’ll be home right away.” She leans down to place a kiss on Pops’ forehead. The older man looks up at his granddaughter, pride flashes through his old eyes, “Look at you! You look beautiful.”

She rolls her eyes at him, not being one to take compliments so easily, “Thanks, old man.” He scoffs and turns a little more towards her, finding difficulty with the giant cast on his leg.

“When was the last time you’ve gone out?”

“Oh probably…” She humors him as she knows exactly how long it’s been, “3 ½ years.”

He points at her, replying, “Almost four.”

“Almost four.” She repeats the words Scarlett has been saying for the last few months.

“Well have fun tonight, kiddo. And don’t worry so much, you may have forgotten but I’ve raised a few kids quite successfully in my day.”

Noah chuckles, recalling her mother and her uncle, “Well one out of two, isn’t bad.”

“Eh, you’re lucky I like you so much.” She gives his hand another squeeze before heading to the front door.

“I mean it,” She sees Pops’ head move over the side of his trusty recliner, “Have fun tonight. You’re only 25 and you still have a whole life ahead of you.” He turns back around to watch whatever tv program that was on tv. Noah snorts, Pops always had a way of saying something very profound than acting as if he just told you what the weather was outside.

“Love you!” She calls out before gently closing the door behind her.

…..

Steve’s house hadn’t changed much in the past four years. It looked like his mom had added some new bulbs around the garden, but other than that, everything looks exactly as it did in 1986.

Noah locks the car behind her, a habit she obtained from living in the city, and heads up the walking stones to Steve's front door. She’s only an hour late but it sounds as if the party is in full swing already. She can feel the vibration of the newest pop song pumping under her feet as she reaches the porch. She raises her hand to press her finger against the doorbell but pauses as she feels a wave of anxiety wash over her.

Taking a step back, she stops, mind filtering unrealistic reactions everybody might have when she walks through the door.

They’d hate her. She had left the people who had fought the literal end of the world with her. Surely, they wouldn’t be so quick to forgive her.

And yes, she had stayed in touch with them at first but she could hear the hurt in their voices even all those miles away. Steve and Robin had definitely told everybody about Scarlett already, and even if they hadn’t, small towns had a funny way of spreading gossip around.

Would they be mad that she didn’t tell them? Would they even want to hear her side of why she didn’t tell them?

She shakes her head, trying and failing to also shake the thoughts out of her mind.

She should leave, she should go back home now before anyone sees her. She’ll call Robin tomorrow, wish her a happy birthday, tell her Scarlett was sick and she couldn’t come out, maybe offer to take her out to lunch.

No, no she couldn’t do that. She had already retreated from them four years ago, she couldn't do it again, it wasn’t healthy.

Her internal struggle is cut significantly short when the front door swings open.

The man who she had thought about every day for the past four years swaggers out onto the porch with an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. He looks up, quickly noticing someone else on the porch.

It takes his brain a millisecond to process exactly who he’s looking out and Noah holds her breath before his imminent reaction.

But Eddie is anything but predictable as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and a large smirk comes across his face.

“Hey Slugger.”