your crooked teeth make your lovely smile extremely cute and endearing (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
your splotches of freckles? yeah, those are places where the galaxies whirling inside of you leaked out to radiance their brilliancy into the world
your thighs touch? that’s a GOOD thing. you’re getting proper nutrition! you have muscles! d o n o t b e a s h a m e d!!!! also, thigh gaps are awesome too! anything related to thighs is awesome! all thighs are different because every person is different, and honestly, why does it matter what your thighs look like?? people who are bothered by thighs are weak tbh
“bingo arms”???? listen up: you only have bingo arms when you’re WINNING. otherwise why would you be yelling “bingo”?? thought so. you’re a winner – you can do anything you set your incredible mind to!
your hair is so unbelievably gorgeous and don’t you deny it. don’t forget to style it, dye it, try new shampoos with it, as long as you want to! your hair is your own, whether it be frizzled or dry or thick or thin – be proud of that, and remember that you can always change it up!
your eyes are not too small, or too big, or too wide apart, or too ugly. your eyes are your own mortal doorway into your soul, expressing your thoughts and emotions in dazzling swirls and hues for others to decipher. don’t be afraid to cry, don’t be disgusted by the crinkles at the corners when you smile, don’t hate on the small, microscopic blood vessels running through them. don’t lock your door out of needless shame!
scars!!! scars are so cool! they’re visual results from a chapter that makes up the story of your life! no matter where scars are, don’t be conscious of concealing them! ppl loVE scars! even the tiny lil ones! anyone who has a scar is automatically known as an ultimate badass sorry that’s the rule
same goes for stretch marks! those little ripples on your thighs, your hips, your waist, your belly? those mean that you’ve GROWN. your body has adapted frequently throughout your life, and leaves those little ripples as little hints of your amazing journey from babyhood to adulthood! (or maybe you’re just a mystical ocean god/goddess and those waves are symbols of your enormous power, onlookers should be on the lookout)
sorry, did you say you had a pig nose? do you even kNOW how cute piggies are you should be PROUD of your nose cAUSE U CUTE
long, thin nose? p l s. that just means you’re king/queen of everything. don’t deny it. you know how powerful you truly are
tummy rolls? everyone has them. seriously, no matter how thin a person may seem, tummy rolls are inevitable. you are not alone! tummy rolls rock! ROCK THOSE TUMMY ROLLS!
trust me, barely anyone see your feet anyways. besides, feet aren’t that bad – how do you think your hands would look if they walked everywhere over the earth’s rough terrain? feet are hella
ears are so cool omg they’re like fingerprints, unique to you and you only! plus you can pierce them! repeatedly! how cool is that? ears are best
do nOT be anxious about flaunting your legs! wear that short skirt! wear those shorts! own that bikini! your legs are marvelous! ppl would kill for a pair of dandy lookin legs like yours! pale or tan, legs are glorious! L E G S
lips. lips. do you know how many magic tricks your lips are able to perform? the formation of words, the ability to smile or frown, the ability to express, to kiss, to wear makeup; lips are ethereal and exquisite in all forms!
#1 tip: your eyebrows are always on fleek
and lastly: you are not dumb. you are not worthless. you are not a waste of space, an empty void, a meaningless shell. you are loved. you are worth everything. you are so incredibly intelligent,you are utterly unforgettable, and you are breathtakinginevery single way.
next time you look in a mirror, blow yourself a kiss and don’t worry – you’ll kill it out there today. ♥
OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE
so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!
spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.
anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”
she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.
we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.
I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed?
so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”
“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”
elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.
WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.”
of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE.
but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.
at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.
all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”
‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.
our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”
i held my breath.
i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!
you can see the flaw in my logic.
mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”
there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!
“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”
NO YOU DON’T
I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR
there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.
i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.
i said, “where’s ginna?”
YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.
“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”
i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:
what have i done?
this was a mistake.
i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
is there a way out of this?
are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.
ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”
Let me sneak this in before I get ready to go to work and you close your box. Can I get domestic HCs, or a drabble if you prefer, for post-ending, everyone lives Chocobos with their pregnant s/o? Like they all thought this was gonna be a terrible ending, yet here they are with a kid on the way. Thanks!
Noctis can’t believe that he’s still alive. He can’t believe that he gets a second chance––he wakes up on the floor of the throne room and feels the warmth of sunlight on his face. The first thing he does is bolt back outside, and sees that his friends are still alive as well. After a brief reunion, he runs back home, to you.
He makes love to you that night, vigorously, sensually, as if he’s finally breached the surface of the ocean and is able to take in his first exhilarating breath. The passion takes you two over and you fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Noctis sets to work on rebuilding the Citadel. The moment you tell him that you’re pregnant, he falls to his knees, holds you close and thanks the Six for his gift. A family––he can hardly believe it. He becomes the King that Insomnia has always deserved, and dotes on you hand and foot. He promises to be a dedicated father and husband, and he never disappoints you. He cherishes every moment he’s able to spend with you as your womb grows, because he knows that every minute is a blessing from the Astrals.
Prompto emerges from the final battle alive, but badly injured. He hobbles home to you and you take care of his wounds, teasingly scolding him that he was trying too hard to be a hero. He jokes that he figured it would impress you, and you smack him playfully on the arm as you bandage up his wounds.
It’s a while until he’s healthy, but as soon as he’s able, he’s between your legs. He wants every part of you, wants to map every inch of your skin with his lips, hands and tongue. You give yourself fully to him, taking him in for all he’s worth.
You tell him that you’re pregnant some time later, and he starts to cry. You think at first that he’s upset at the news, that maybe he wasn’t ready to be a father, but he immediately dispels the idea. He tells you how much he’s wanted to start a family with you, and how excited he is to be a dad. He just can’t help but be emotional because he’s been through so much with his brothers in arms, and never expected to find love, and never expected to make it out of that last standoff alive.
His enthusiasm for fatherhood takes shape in the form of nesting. He’s already picked the colours for the nursery and bought most of the things you’ll need, and already gotten way too many stuffed moogles and chocobos for your future son or daughter. He spoils you rotten, and always kisses your growing belly before he falls asleep.
Gladio promised you before he left for the final battle that once it was over, he was going to marry you. You were so scared that he wouldn’t come back––but when he shows up at your shared house, covered in dirt and blood, you throw your arms around him and refuse to let go. He did it. He came home.
The wedding is small and intimate, with your closest friends in attendance. Neither of your parents made it out of the Citadel alive, so you light candles for them at the altar. That night, Gladio absolutely ravishes you, having to keep himself from ripping the white gown from your body. You consummate your marriage over and over until you’re unable to walk and he is finally sated.
You tell Iris that you think you’re pregnant, and she helps you buy the test from the pharmacy. When it comes back positive, you’re initially nervous about what Gladio will say. But when you tell him, he gingerly wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace, and you feel tears on your shoulder. You ask him if he’s crying, and he hastily wipes his eyes. Putting his macho façade back on, he replies, “No.”
Gladio buys parenting books and tries to come up with names for your unborn child. He wants to be a better father than Clarus was to him. He also wants to carry on the tradition of naming the Amicitia heir after a flower, and you bicker playfully back and forth over which ones are your favourites.
Ignis didn’t know how to say goodbye to you before the final battle, so he slipped away in the night without a word. You were furious with him when he returned, but also so relieved when he came back alive. You wanted to slap him, but instead you tugged him close for a kiss. He was scared that you would be upset with him, and you admit that you are, but now is his chance to make it up to you.
And he does––repeatedly, with blindfolds, rope and leather. You’re a trembling mess under his questing fingers and his clever mouth, and by the time he’s finished with you, you’re almost entirely sure that he’s sucked every bone from your body and left you with nothing but sore muscle and bruised skin.
It’s almost as if Ignis knows that you’re pregnant before you do. He notices a difference in your behaviour, the smells that you’ve become sensitive to, and your demands for strange food combinations. He offers to buy you a pregnancy test to be sure, though he’s already purchased prenatal vitamins in anticipation.
You’re not sure how he, as a blind man, is able to baby-proof the house, but he does. He takes such good care of you that you start to feel bad, and try to get him to stop, but he refuses. He tells you that you and your unborn child are the family he never really had, and that he will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety and comfort. You eventually just let him dote on you, and he ends up being more prepared when you are when your due date actually arrives.
I wrote this fic for @inknose who has been my Yuri on Ice enabler for a few weeks now and I love Yuri on Ice, which as we all know saved 2016, cleared up my skin, paid my taxes for me, and restored my faith in humanity… It’s Otabek and Yurio and IDK I’m new here and I love everyone on this rink ok bye!!! (~1200 words.)
Serious Young Man
The first time Yuri Plisetsky
sends Otabek a picture of a cat, Otbaek wonders if it’s a mistake. Was this
image meant for him? What is its meaning?
That is a cat, Otabek
Yuri agrees: Yeah.
Yuri Plisetsky is fond of cats.
When he sees one on the street, his face changes, and it takes him longer than
usual to realize it, to change it back. When he pets one, his shoulders relax.
Now, he’s sharing pictures of them
with Otabek. Only one picture.
Request: Can you write a one-shot with peter maximoff where they’re basically rivals and don’t really like each other and it ends up with them getting into a really awkward position(like locked in a cupboard or something) and they make up or something (Also can the reader have Cheshire cat like powers?)
Powers: Invisibly/Teleporting (No flying that’s just to much and no shape shifting)
A/n: I don’t know if my username inspired you or what but this’ll be fun to write.
Later A/n: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE BUT IM HAPPY I STAYED UP UNTIL LIKE 3:00 TO WRITE THIS SO PLEASE LIKE IT I’M GOING TO REGRET THIS TOMORROW
For when Claire eventually is preggers, their first time with an ultrasound machine.
So here’s the thing: 1951 is at *least* ten years too early for fetal ultrasound.
HOWEVER, this was one of the first FMM scenes I wrote after the reunion (even before this prescient ask!) and at the time, I wasn’t even thinking about historical accuracy. Soooooo, I’ll ask you to put on your suspenders of disbelief (TM @stageandhistory‘s teacher) and just enjoy the anachronistic ride.
[Also, there’s a bit more of a time jump on this one than I normally go for, but I was feeling antsy to get to a landmark scene, so HERE WE ARE. (but I’ve got some planned flashbacks in the works for later, so don’t hesitate to request scenes from the months I passed over, if you’ve got a need!)]
Late April, 1951; Harvard University Hospital
The words were barely more than a muffled mumble into his shirt. Based on how tightly he was clutching me, I should have insisted to speak with him directly instead of leaving the message with the Fernacre receptionist; or at the very least, I should have been more emphatic with her that there was absolutely no emergency at hand.
I hugged him tighter in reassurance. “I’m so sorry, darling—I truly didn’t mean to frighten you. Everything’s fine, I promise.”
“But Nancy said ye were in hospital.”
“At the hospital—at Harvard—”
“Aye, not your proper hospital—and I was in the furthest pastures—” he said in a rush, cupping my head hard. “It took them so long to ride out to track me down—that—and then the Traffic—I thought—the bairn—”
God, and what must he have thought? With my being several weeks past six months, the same time at which—
“We’re fine, Jamie, I swear. See? We’re in the academic wing, not intensive care.” I pulled out of his arms and tugged him toward the open door nearby. “Come with me: I have something to show you.” Trying to suppress my grin, I ushered him into an empty lecture hall and closed the door behind us.
Standing there, still in his work clothes and smelling of horse, Jamie was breathing heavily and looking as though he meant to either cry or fight someone or both. “Please say what’s happened so I can stop this aching in my chest.”
Despite his agitation, I managed at length to get him to sit in the professor’s chair. I leaned against the desk facing him, trying to keep back the storm of happiness. “You know I had my final examinations this morning?”
A nod, a pause, and then a tentative, “…Did they go well?”
“Very well, I think. But as I was gathering my things and headed out, my professor suddenly stopped me and asked if I’d be willing to assist one of the med-tech research departments with a demonstration. I was taken aback of course, but I trust Dr. Gordon—you remember, he’s the one that’s been so impressed and supportive?— so I was willing to see what was what, at least.”
This exposition did not seem to have done anything to lessen Jamie’s tension; in fact, he looked downright ALARMED at mention of me participating in some sort of vague experiment. Well, so had I been!
I went on, hastily. “And so he led me to the research wing and introduced me, and—And well, I called Fernacre as soon as they explained what it was that they were going to be testing out, because—Oh, Jamie, it would have been absolutely magical to show you as it was happening. But I managed to get the next best thing.”
I handed him the glossy print, heart thudding. “It’s something like an X-ray, see? This was only a prototype—very few people in the world have used this technology.” He kept staring down, and I babbled anxiously to fill the silence. “It isn’t even a good likeness of the fuzzy readout I saw. I badgered someone to find a camera, and the flashbulb reflecting against the glass television screen makes it quite hard to see, and I’m sure the print itself isn’t great, either—I badgered another department to develop it for me quickly, so it’s barely more than a blur, but…”
For more than half a minute Jamie had stared down at it, turning it this way and that—
But finally, the image must have clicked into place, for he gasped and nearly dropped it.
“You see it?” I was beaming, holding back tears. “Can you see?
“Yes,” I choked out, “that’s him.”
So engrossed was Jamie in the image before him that he didn’t immediately seem to hear me. Then, he looked up so sharply it must have hurt his neck, blinking like he’d stepped into bright sun. “H—him??”
“You can’t tell in this shot,” I whispered, not meaning it to be a whisper, but so hoarse with feeling I couldn’t help it, “but the technician was certain.“
“We’re going—” Jamie was grinning like an utter addle-pated simpleton. “—to have a—a wee lad?”
I nodded, smiling back but also weeping, lips pursed tight, and suddenly unable to speak at all through the lump of happiness in my throat.
“Oh, Claire…” Jamie was on his feet in a second, laughing and holding me as tightly as in the hallway, but this time in joy. “Oh, LOVE!”
The next I knew, he was beaming into my eyes, holding my face. “I’d have been just as thrilled wi’ a wee lassie, mo chridhe, but….Jesus, God, to KNOW—!! It’s…absolutely miraculous.”
“Honestly, this is— unimaginable to me, too,” I whispered, leaning my forehead against his as I looked down at my belly (at my son!). “To be able to see an unborn child….To be able to see rightinto the womb without cutting! I never even dreamed of such a thing. Jamie, it…I saw him.”
“As far as they could tell.” I sighed and smiled, giving in. “Yes…yes, he’s alright.”
If two sane people could be delirious with joy and relief, it was us. We must have looked quite out of our senses to any passerby, so intensely we were beaming and grinning and clinging tightly to faces and hands.
Without preamble, Jamie stuck the precious photograph in his breast pocket, swept me up into his arms (ignoring any protest against handling my massive bulk), and settled back into the chair, cradling me in his lap.
We sat there in beatific silence for I don’t know how long, with soft touches and wordless sounds of tenderness and awe.
At last, Jamie simply couldn’t contain himself. “What will we name him? Our—son?”
We hadn’t discussed names at all, to date—both of us perhaps afraid to tempt fate until the birth was closer at hand. But I had seen him, today—seen the outlines of his tiny feet move at the same exact moment I’d felt him kick—And it changed everything. There was still risk, and there was still fear; but the hope in me was glowing and radiating throughout my entire being. This child, this little boy, was alive and well. He would be well. And he needed a name.
“Well, let’s see….” I beamed and traced patterns on Jamie’s shoulder. “I suppose we can’t have a Brian AND a Brianna.”
Jamie laughed, “No, indeed. The first Brian Fraser will get the big head up in heaven. Though what about your Da? Henry’s a good, strong name, aye? What d’ye think?”
“I’d very much like to use it as a second or third name… but I can’t quite see it as his first.”
“’His,’” Jamie echoed in a gleeful murmur. “…He’s a him.”
My delighted giggle hit me mid-kiss. “Yes, darling,” I crooned against his lips, “he’s a him.”
Jamie brightened. “Say, now, what about Robert? That was my wee brother’s name, and one of my Da’s as well.”
I must have made a face at this, for he smiled and rubbed my belly, leaning down to whisper confidentially, “Your mam doesna like your name onebit, wee Rabbie.”
I laughed and amended, fairly, “If you feel strongly about it, I might be persuaded. I’ve just—Honestly, I’ve never liked the name Robert. Robert…. ROBERT….” I tried the name several more times, making grotesque faces as I tasted the syllables. “No, sorry, just won’t do.”
Jamie wasn’t offended, and in fact, we both repeated the rejected name a few more times each, trying out ridiculous accents and intonations to completely rule it out as a frontrunner until we were little more than a mass of giggles there in the professor’s chair.
Then, as if by magnetic force, we quieted and turned our eyes back to my belly—to our little him.
We were still for a long time, both of us imagining we could see our son curled up asleep, as I had so briefly and hazily today.
“Lambert?” Jamie said.
I smiled fondly, but shook my head.
“William?” I offered softly, a while later. “For your brother?”
Jamie made a sound of acknowledgment, thinking, but said nothing.
There was a bird singing outside the tall, sunny window. Leafy sun-shadows spangled the walls and a tiny breeze brought the scent of spring to surround us.
And as a second bird chimed in outside our little haven, Jamie’s hand tightened lightly, significantly, on my belly, eyes shining. “What about…Ian?”
“…Ian…” I breathed back, putting my hand over his, feeling something settle perfectly into place. “Oh, yes, that’s….Ian…”
Not the blood-brother long-mourned: the brother of Jamie’s heart whose loss was still an open wound. They’d known each other all their lives; had fought together and defended one another, had been each others’ champions in battle and at home. And it struck me for the first time that Ian Murray was the only brother I myself had ever known, too. Ian had been a true kindred spirit, ever an ally in our den of blood-Frasers. And beyond that, Ian was—had been my friend. I missed his ready smile and his wit, his compassion….
It was painful—but perfect.
“Ian…Henry,” Jamie murmured reverently. “A fine name.”
“Ian Henry…Fergus?…” I offered, my voice cracking.
I felt the convulsion go through Jamie and I touched his face. I know, love. I know.
Lord, the grief—the grief of holding one son between us and longing for the one we’d left behind; and for Jamie, how much more raw that grief. For Fergus had been there with him for those two broken years, had been a joy and a comfort to him when little else could be; and we could never see him again.
“Aye,” Jamie said at last, smiling weakly through reddened eyes. “Ian. Henry. Fergus. Beauchamp—”
“Fraser,” we finished together in a whisper, all four hands covering our little boy. Life and loss, joy and mourning, so inextricably intertwined.
There were tears in Jamie’s eyes, as there were in mine, and his voice was deep and husky with love as he looked down at our hands and rubbed gently. “You’ll do them all proud, Ian.”
And damn me, if our little guy didn’t kick, right on cue.
Request from @belushtful : Can I request a jay park smut scenario where his mixed(black and white) girlfriend is missing him while she is at home and he is at Aomg making music so later that night they you know. Also the girlfriend is teasing him
Comments: this turned way cuter than I meant it to be, but I hope you like it because I’m crying at this. Also im sorry if it gets choppy, i was writing this and watching teen mom at the same time, so my attention was going back and forth lmao.
So, today was a snow day and I was able to work on Fragile Design, including ironing out some tricky plot points (thanks to @optomisticgirl for her wonderful thoughts and encouragement). Now, I’m sitting here and thinking as my husband makes dinner (yes, I’m a lucky girl) and I need to write something short and sweet and involving no major plot other than references to potential impending storylines to come.
(also I’ve spent the past week re-immersing myself in @msgenevieve447‘s writing and loving every minute of it…this is an ode to her as well because she’s one of the people in this fandom than inspired me to write and I owe her much for that)
This little drabble is based on one of my all time favorite Captain Swan conversations, a piece of which is below:
Ah, yes…under the cut, for smutty reasons (you know how I do)…
I think, as he is the oldest, he would be happy to start a future with you. He knows that it’ll be hard in fact that he is an idol, but he can’t imagine a better person to be the mother of his child. So when he found the positive test in your bag while searching for the car keys, he would be very happy. He would go to you and hug you from behind, while telling you how much he loves you and that you don’t need to be scared of it.
“We will be great parents. And now go and sit on the couch, I’m going to cook for the three of us.”
Suga just wants one child. And I think this fits his character. Like Namjoon, he wants to build a family “after” his career, to have time for you. When he accidentally found the test in the wastebin, he would just proceed with what he did before. He wouldn’t tell you that he knows it and would may go back to the studio, to think about it. He would come home very late, since there was so many he needed to think about and when he finally arrived at the bedroom, he saw you curled up and hugging a pillow. He smiled and started to think about how the things will be when there’s a third person around, and suddenly he could see you three laying there, cuddling and sleeping. He changed his clothes and hugged you from behind, still smiling. He would wait till you’ll tell him and would support you all the time.
*You’re going to be a great mother. And maybe…I’ll be a good dad too.*
I think Namjoon is someone who wants childen “after” his career. He would want to spent every minute with them, without being on tour or at a photoshoot. So he was very surprised when his plans got thrown over. He wasn’t sure if he was ready, but when he saw you in the doorframe, your expression was warm and also tensed, he knew that it doesn’t matter anymore. He saw you and he knew, you were the mother of his child and he would protect his little family.
“Let’s just hope that clumsiness isn’t heritable..”
Total escalation. Like really. When he found your test, he would burst into tears even without knowing the result. He would be so emotional and he wouldn’t be the one looking for you, you would go to him when you heard the strange noises from the bathroom. When you opened the door, a crying Hoseok would hug you. You would stroke his bag and try to calm him, but he can’t since he’s so happy. Of course he knows that it’s going to be hard, but the two of you managed so many hard things and he don’t has any worries that you could be too young.
“Why didn’t you called me earlier?! I wasn’t prepared…”
Jimin came home earlier, since their practise wasn’t as long as expected. When he saw the test on your table, his first thought was, that he dreamed. You came out of the bathroom, a towel around your torso, when you saw him. When he heard you, he turned and made eye contact with you. You couldn’t read his expression. He slowly walked over to you, still looking into your eyes. When he was centimeters away from you he stopped and asked you:”Is it true?”. You just nodded and he slowly got on his knees. He laid is hands around your stomach and neared his face. When his nose almost touched it, he smiled and kissed your belly before he stood up again and hugged you. He knew there will be things to discuss, but for the moment he was the happiest person alive.
“I love you, you both.”
Everyone knows how much Tae loves kids. I mean, he wants 5, so you can’t start early enough, don’t you? He is a bit naive, but he would freak out, when he found your pregnancy test in the wastebin. He would directly run to you, lift you up and spin you around.
“Why didn’t you tell me? We need to tell mom and dad. And the others must know. And we need to celebrate that. Jagii, we’re going to be parents.”
Jungkook wouldn’t know how to react. He didn’t thought about being a father, he was almost a child himself and he don’t thinks about himself as a father. At least not now, in the middle of his career as an idol. When he found the positive test, he would freeze. Soo many thoughts would fill his mind and when he heard your shocked squeal as you saw him with the test, he would slowly turn in your direction. You bowed your head, waiting for him to say something, but he just came over to you and hugged you.
“I don’t know how, but we will make it. I will support you however I can. And when I need to grow up, than I will.”
I hope you enjoy this last piece from me. And, to answer your questions, YES, I will let you guys know if I end up going to the wedding with that guy. ;) I might pop in with life updates every few months, if something major happens.
“Doesn’t have to be more complicated tonight, does it?”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” you nodded, quickly, “Take me home. Tonight isn’t
going to be complicated.”
Harry smashed his lips against yours and you wrapped your
hands around his neck, kissing him with every bit of strength you had in your
body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, grasping at the shorter tendrils in the
back while his hands gripped your hips.
You were suddenly angry that your house was still a half
hour drive back from the wedding. You wanted Harry now and you weren’t sure if
you would be able to wait.
As if sensing your thoughts, Harry pulled back and growled
against your cheek.
“S’far away, your house. S’too far.”
“I know, but we can’t stay here.”
“Hotel,” he breathed, “Saw one down the road. I’ll pay.”
You had never hooked up with anyone in a hotel room before.
Honestly, it seemed a bit sleazy, but that might have just been because of how
many movies you had seen. Right now, you probably would have let him take you
in a parked car, so a hotel sounded heavenly.
You nodded as Harry moved to let you hop down from the
railing. He took your hand and you walked quickly across the grass until you
reached the tent, quickly grabbing your things and saying goodbye to the people
who were still left at your table. The short drive from the wedding venue to
the hotel seemed like it took hours, but your heart started pounding even
harder when Harry pulled into the dimly lit lot. Because there was a chance of
Harry being recognized, you made a plan to put the room under your name and
card, and then Harry would pay you back the next day “with interest”, he had
The older man behind the desk didn’t seem to care at all
about what he was doing, and passed you the key as soon as he had your
information. Harry had opted to wait outside until things were in place and
then followed you down to the door of your room.
Your hands were shaking as you tried to put the key in the lock,
but you finally managed to get it open.
It was so late at night now that the room and surrounding area was
deathly quiet and still and, as you and Harry stood in the doorway of the room,
it suddenly hit you what was happening. Harry must have sensed your sudden
nerves because you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind and his
chin come to rest in the crook of your neck.
“Havin’ second thoughts?”
You shook your head. “No. Just nerves. I’ve never done
anything like this before.”
Harry placed a sweet kiss to the side of your head and then
shut the room door behind you.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do, right?
Just because we have the room – “
“I want to,” you said, cutting him off and spinning around
so you were facing him, “I just…want to make sure you still do? I guess?”
Harry chuckled and lowered his face until his lips hit
So, here we are again! Hope you like this new one shot! I must admit I have so much fun writing stories like this with our Rami! I think he’ll be a very good father and I can’t wait to see little baby Maleks! Feedbacks are welcomed and appreciated!!! <3 H, hope you like it, too! xoxo
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“I want a
baby.” Rami said one night as we both made ourselves comfortable on the couch,
him watching “The late late show with
James Corden “ while I was reading a magazine. As I heard what he said, I
almost spit the hot cocoa I had taken a gulp of on the ground. My heart pounded
against my chest heavily and I felt my hands become a little sweaty. I felt
very surprised because he confronted me with something so unexpected.
Especially in the situation he was now. His career had made a huge jump to
success and every director wanted to work with him from now on. So how could he
even have time for a baby?
I made contact with his eyes, laying the
magazine on the table in front of me. Rami looked at me expectantly, his face
turned to seriousness in one second. I also could notice a little bit of
insecurity in his beautiful green eyes, but I didn’t know what he was so afraid
of. “Can you tell me that again, baby?”
I asked him, and moved closer to him to close the gap that was between us. I
took his hands in mine and felt that they were trembling slightly. With I smile
on my face, I tried to calm down the man who was also my husband for two years.
“I want to
have a baby, (Y/N).” Rami repeated, avoiding my gaze as it was something to be
ashamed of which of course was totally nonsense. I forced him to look at me in
the eyes by lifting up his chin. “What changed your mind so rapidly, Rami?” I
questioned. A few months ago, an interviewer asked if children were a part of
his plans in the future but Rami turned it off by telling he wasn’t in a hurry.
And I couldn’t blame him for saying that because I wanted him to concentrate on
his job first.
I wanted to
have kids, yes, I wanted to be a mother so bad. Only the thought of a baby who
resembled Rami made tingles spreading in my whole body. To carry his child was something to be
proud of next to being his wife. My life already changed with entering Rami’s
life but having our own baby would be a new adventure and I was sure of it.
cleared his throat. “I know I said I wasn’t in a rush for children but… I think
I’m ready for being a father. I mean, you remember the last week when we went
to visit Sami and his wife?” I nodded with my head, not very sure what he was
implying to. “I saw the sparkle in your eyes as you saw their daughter again
and how you took care of her. I remember how you looked like when we returned
back home, you tried to hide it but I saw the sadness in your eyes and the
longing for our own children.”
listening to him without any interruptions. I tried hard not to burst into
tears and took a deep breath in. “After that night, I couldn’t stop thinking
about you being pregnant with our own baby. How you would touch your belly only
to assure yourself that our baby was still in there, how you would talk and
sing to him or her, how we would set up its nursery and even go to buy baby
supplies. I want it, I want all that now.” Rami looked at me with utter
conviction, squeezing my hand lightly. “I want to experience morning sickness
with you, I want to hold your hair back when you throw up into our toilet, I
want to experience the joy and happiness in your eyes as you show me the positive
pregnancy test, I’d love to see your baby bump growing every day, and hell I
even want to experience you complaining about everything, back pain, headaches,
no matter what. Please, let’s make a baby.”
The tears I
tried to hold back in vain ran down my cheeks. A huge smile appeared on my face
and leaned closer to his forehead. “What about your career?” I sniffled. “I
mean, will you even have time to raise a child?”
worry about that, (Y/N). I promise I’ll be there for you and for our baby. Nothing
is more important to me than you and our family.”
so, than I’m ready to try.” I breathed against his lips.
murmured before a captured my lips with his to a heated kiss. He lifted me up
and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to our bed room where
tried to create a new life, made of passion and love.
can’t wait anymore!” I whined, waiting for a result of the pregnancy test. “Why
is it taking so long?”
Rami’s sister and my best friend besides being my sister-in-law, was there to
support me. I missed my period for a long time and was confronted with nausea
every morning. I was suspicious about a pregnancy but I didn’t want to look
forward to it too much. Maybe I was wrong and the pregnancy test was negative.
(Y/N). “ Jasmine said and stroked my arm soothingly. “A few more minutes and
it’ll be done.” I closed my eyes and sighed. Patience was not one of my
strengths and especially now I was going to freak out.
And then I
heard the little sound that saved me. “Okay.” Jasmine said. “Are you ready to
have a look?”
to be honest. What if it’s negative?”
only find out if you look at it.” Jasmine answered.
I nodded my
head, taking the test between my fingers. I was so excited and nervous at the
same time. And as finally took a look, my eyes were filled with tears abruptly.
I whispered and felt my sister-in-law’s arms welcoming me into an embrace.
(Y/N)!” She called, her eyes filling with tears as well and she began to laugh
in joy. “You’ll be a mother! And I’m going to be an aunt! God, I’m so proud of
there for a while, crying and laughing and making plans for the future.
“We need to
tell the others.” Jasmine said. “What about a dinner?” I agreed and we called
my parents and the Malek family to join us tonight and to celebrate the big news.
evening, everybody was gathered at the dining table. “May I have your
attention, please?” I questioned. Everybody was looking at me. “First of all, I
want to thank you for coming tonight. This really means a lot to me even though
nobody knows what’s going on.” I earned some laughter. I turned to my husband.
have something for you.” I said, handing him a little box that I decorated with
a little baby shoes, the pregnancy test and a little card, labeled with “For
expression appeared on his face as he took the box out of my hand.
that for?” he asked, laughing insecurely. Everybody stared at him and the box,
wondering what was in there. And finally, Rami opened the box and his body froze
for a second, his eyes were wide open, also his jaw dropped open.
matter, son?” His dad asked as he saw Rami losing the color in his face for a
Rami mumbled as a response. “The test… it’s positive.” Then he made eye contact
with everyone. “I-I’m going to be a dad.” Everyone stood silent for a moment,
speechless. I turned to my parents and I saw my mom crying and smiling at me.
a baby…” Rami rambled. “I’ll be a dad. We made a baby. Our baby. We… We’re
going to be parents. “ He got up
instantly from his seat and wrapped his arms around me. Right then, everyone
cheered and applauded, sending their congratulations.
going to have a baby, aren’t we?” Rami asked me. I responded with a kiss. “Yes,
we’re going to be parents.”
“I love so
much you, (Y/N).” He kissed me again.
“I love you
so much more.”
Malek! Tell your son he should stop kicking!” I whined. I was very close to my
due date and the baby inside me had been more active than before. The closer we
got the more I became nervous. I was afraid to be honest. I knew I was going to
be confronted with lots of pain but it would be worth it. As soon as I held my
baby in my hands, everything would be fine.
me on the couch, wrapping his arms around my belly, stroking it. “Hey buddy!”
He cooed. “Stop hurting mummy, please. She had a very hard day today.” I leaned
my back against his chest, closing my eyes. I was very exhausted and tired and
I was aware that I was facing more sleepless nights and exhaustion. Pregnancy
was no fun. Nothing at all.
“Is it that
what you have imagined?” I asked. I felt him nodding his head and resting his
head on my shoulder.
nine months have been the best I’ve ever had no matter how hard they were. They
always will be special to me and I see more wonderful years ahead us. With you
and me and our little one here.” He said, caressing my belly again. Suddenly,
my baby kicked against me stomach, making his daddy smile. “I can’t wait to
meet him.” He told me.
“I can’t wait
to see him too.” I agreed.
you have a healthy, strong boy.” The doctor wished us as he handed my son over
to me. Rami, who stood next to me, looked at the little infant with admiration
and adoration in his eyes. Finally, our bundle of love was there!
there.” I whispered to my baby. “Welcome to the world.” I earned a little yawn
of my new born son and he wrapped his tiny little fingers around my pointer
finger. I turned to Rami, whose eyes were red from crying and he gave me a kiss
on my lips.
of you.” He whispered into my ear. “Thank you.”
welcome.” I said. “Here, hold him.” He took our son carefully out of my arms
and kissed his soft cheeks.
I’m your daddy. And I’m going to take very good care of you, I promise.”
I wanted to
cry myself as I saw how my husband was interacting with our son. I thanked god
for giving me the perfect soul mate for life and a wonderful little child.
your eyes and your nose.” Rami claimed. I offered him a smile.
exactly like you. “ I said. Like his father, our son had little curls on his
head. “He’s going to be handsome as his father.”
wait to take him home.” Rami admitted. “I’m looking forward for our future,
baby.” He came closer to me and sat down on my bed. “What do we call him?”
answered. “Only if you’re okay with that.”
fine with me.” He weighed our baby back and forth.
Request - Could you maybe do a SUPER fluffy Happy/Pregnant!Reader one with Happy being super protective and all around involved with the pregnancy to the point the guys want to hit him if he tries to show off his Old Lady’s belly pics ONE MORE TIME??? Kozik being godfather and crying/threatening lives would also be awesome (though I know this is a LOT)
I’ve never been pregnant so I apologise if I got anything wrong, and for it being so short. I also included the baby being born but I can always rewrite it if you don’t like it! - Red_w00dy xoxo
Groaning as you climbed out of the car, you slowly made your way towards the clubhouse with one hand pressed against your aching back and the other resting on your swollen stomach. You were eight and half months pregnant with your first child and were calling in to see your Old Man, Happy, on your way home from the hospital. Much to your surprise, Happy had been more involved with the pregnancy than you’d expected. You’d assumed he’d take a laid back approach to the whole situation but you couldn’t have been more wrong. He came to all your scans with you, spent all his free time decorating the baby’s nursery in anticipation of its arrival and constantly went out of his way to make sure you were comfortable. You couldn’t ask for anything more, he’d been perfect ever since the pair of you had found out you were expecting.
“Y/N, what are you doing? Come on, let’s get you sat down!” Kozik exclaimed when you entered the building, rushing to escort you over to the couch where Gemma and Tara were sat deep in conversation.
“I can’t wait to get this baby out of me, I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired in my entire life” You yawned, relaxing into the soft leather and smiling at Gemma who had began to run her hand over your large stomach.
“I can’t wait either, I’m so excited to meet my godson for the first time” Kozik grinned, perching himself on the edge of the pool table. Ever since you and Happy had asked him, he’d made it his mission to be the best godfather he could be.
“What makes you think it’s going to be a boy, Blondie? For all you know it could be a girl” You enquired, raising an eyebrow at your husband’s best friend and smiling when you felt your baby kick inside of you.
“I have to agree with Kozik, Y/N, you’re definitely having a boy. I’m even willing to bet money on it” Gemma interjected before Kozik could reply, dropping a ten dollar bill on the table as Tara and Kozik did the same.
“You’re all gonna be shit out of luck when I give birth to a beautiful little girl then, aren’t you?” You smirked, adding to the small pile of notes in front of you. Happy would kill you if he found out you were betting on the sex of your unborn child again.
You continued to argue about the baby’s gender for another hour, maintaining that you were going to be having a girl, not a boy. The conversation soon turned to Happy becoming a father, the other two women coming to the conclusion the baby had no hope of being normal with Happy as the child’s father and Kozik as it’s godfather. You pointed out that Abel was fine despite having grown up around Happy and Tig of all people. Tara simply replied that they had only ever left Abel alone with Tig once, and had decided never to do it again after Abel had returned home wanting to grow up to have as many girlfriends as his Uncle Tig had. You made a mental note not to leave the baby with Tig when it was born, deciding that having Kozik for a godfather would be enough craziness for the child.
“All I’m saying is that I’ve already seen the pictures today, Hap. I didn’t mean any offence by it” Juice rolled his eyes as the guys entered the room, referring to the maternity shots that Happy liked to carry around everywhere with him.
“You saying my girl isn’t beautiful or something, Ortiz?” Happy growled, clutching a photograph in his hand and blissfully unaware of the fact you were stifling your laughter in the corner.
“She’s stunning, hottest pregnant chick I’ve ever seen!” Juice stuttered, backing away from the Tacoma Killer with a fearful look in his eyes. “I just mean you could show someone else instead, maybe someone that hasn’t seen them a million times”
“Good luck with that, Juicy,” You laughed from where you sat, attracting the attention of the members of the MC. “He’s shown them to everyone, including the mailman, the guy that came to fix the boiler, the old lady that asked to borrow some sugar…”
“Why do I not find that hard to believe? You should have seen Romeo’s face earlier, I thought he was going to shoot himself when Hap started telling him about your birth plan” Jax chuckled, the guys seating themselves in various chairs around the room.
“You told a guy you barely know about me giving birth? What were you thinking?” You scolded, motioning for Opie and Bobby to pull you out of your seat so you could storm over to where Happy leaned against the bar.
“Thanks a lot, brother,” Happy muttered under his breath, moving to rest his hands on your bump when you finally reached him. “All I said is that we weren’t having an epidural if we could help it”
“And you think that’s something you say to someone that you’ve met on a handful of occasions? You’re ridiculous, Happy Lowman” You shook your head in disbelief at your man’s actions, covering his calloused hands with your considerably smaller ones on your pregnant stomach.
You both fell silent when Kozik mentioned the bet behind you, your face indicating your embarrassment as Happy shot you an amused look. All the guys voiced their own opinions of what you were going to be having whilst adding ten dollar bills to the pile. Bobby, Juice, Opie, Jax and Clay agreed with Gemma, Tara and Kozik that you were going to have a boy, leaving Chibs, Rat, Tig, Phil and Piney to support your firm opinion that it was going to be a girl - a little SAMCRO princess as Tig had expertly put it.
“It can’t be a girl,” Kozik frowned, directing everyone’s attention to where he was standing. “I don’t want to spend my final years chasing guys away with Happy. They’re called the golden years for a reason”
“Tough shit, ” Happy growled, resting his hands on your hips when you turned around to face the rest of the room. “If it is a girl, all of you better be prepared to scare any potential boyfriends away”
“Happy, we’ve talked about this” You sighed, resting your head against his chest and allowing your eyes to flutter shut, feeling his lips press softly against your forehead.
“I don’t care, babe. She’s never going to have a boyfriend, not if I have anything to do with it” He replied gruffly, tracing circles into your hips as you fought back the urge to sigh at his behaviour.
“Our daughter will be allowed to date whoev-” You snapped before a sharp pain in your stomach cut your sentence short, followed by a damp feeling in your underwear and water trickling down your legs.
“Babe, what is it?” Happy quizzed frantically, moving to stand in front of you and stare down at the floor where a puddle of water had began to form on the ground by your feet.
“Hap, my waters have just broken” You breathed, his eyes widening as Gemma immediately took control of the situation. She sent Happy to go grab the bag from his dormitory, threw her car keys to Kozik so he could drive and beckoned Tara to come help her lead you outside.
“Oh fuck, what are we supposed to do?” Kozik panicked, helping you into the back of the car with Tara as Happy jogged across the lot. “Happy, do you have everything? You got your toothbrush? Y/N’s toothbrush? The baby’s toothbrush? Wait, the baby won’t have teeth… will it?”
“Kozik, just shut the fuck up and drive me to the fucking hospital already!” You screamed when another wave of searing pain coursed through you, causing you to grip Happy’s hand in an attempt to block out the pain.
Nine hours later you found yourself gazing fondly at the baby girl in your arms, Happy perched on the edge of the mattress with his arm draped around your shoulders whilst smiling down at your newborn daughter. Tufts of black hair poked out from underneath the little pink hat she wore, her big brown eyes that resembled Happy’s so much staring up at you both. You couldn’t fight the overwhelming amount of love you felt for the newborn. You looked up to meet Happy’s gaze, nodding at him to signal that you were ready for him to bring in the MC that you knew were waiting outside the room.
“Guys,” Happy grinned when they entered, waiting until they had all come in before he spoke again. “I’d like you to meet the newest member of the family - Isabella Sofia Lowman”
“That’s a beautiful name” Tara commented, both her and Gemma pushing through the crowd of men to stand next to you and look down at the baby in your arms.
“We named her after Happy’s Mom and my Aunt Sofia” You informed them, nodding your head towards Kozik to come forwards so that he could meet his goddaughter.
“I don’t want to drop her,” The blonde fretted when you handed her to him, stray tears falling down his cheeks when he caught sight of her properly. “She’s gorgeous. Hey Hap, we’re going to have trouble keeping the guys away from this one”
“You’re telling me, I’m going to have to send her to an all-girl’s boarding school or something” Your husband joked, moving to stand at his best friend’s side and gently brush his hand across Isabella’s cheek, Kozik rocking her gently in his arms.
“Oi Kozik,” You said after a couple of minutes, blue meeting brown as he raised his head to look at you. “You owe me ten bucks”
Okay but like you calling Harry in the middle of the night while he’s
off somewhere because the baby is kicking non stop. “Reckon she misses
her daddy, too.” And Harry is talking to her when you put the phone on
your stomach asking her to “please settle down for mumma.”
You felt as though someone else was currently in control of your stomach, which wasn’t entirely untrue. One thing was for certain: you had a very happy, healthy, active baby growing inside of you.
Tonight, she was a bit too active. You were about five months along and, lately, your baby girl had developed this habit of not letting you sleep at night because that was the time that she chose to kick at you, mercilessly.
Harry was away in Los Angeles for the week and, truthfully, you missed having him home with you. He had this nightly ritual of talking to your baby bump and his voice always seemed to calm her down. You weren’t sure how it worked, but anything that got you a good night’s sleep was okay with you.
It was now well past midnight and you were beginning to get a bit irritated. It wasn’t that you minded your daughter being active, but you were exhausted. You had spent the day with Gemma and a few other girlfriends and even the small amount of exertion was a bit overwhelming for you at this point.
You knew it was way earlier where Harry was, so you didn’t hesitate in picking up your phone and giving him a call.
“Hello, love,” came his voice on the other end, “It’s late there; everything okay?”
Your pregnancy hormones kicked in immediately at the sound of his voice and the fact that he wasn’t currently with you, and you began to tear up.
“I’m okay,” you said, quietly.
“Baby, you sound like you’re crying.”
“I just can’t sleep,” you replied, frustrated, “Your daughter won’t stop kicking me!”
Harry chuckled a bit, feeling bad that you were so frustrated, but also not being able to help feeling a bit giddy that his baby girl was still healthy and happy and safe.
“M’sorry, my love. What can I do?”
“I don’t know,” you pouted, “She always seems to settle down when you’re here.”
“Maybe she misses her daddy,” Harry suggested, his heart swelling a bit at the thought. It had been five months of knowing that he was going to be a dad, but every day still felt as brand new and exciting as the moment you had shown him the pregnancy test.
You bit your lip and paused for a moment.
“This might sound a bit silly but…do you think you could try to…talk to her? Through the phone? I don’t know if it’ll help, but maybe your voice will calm her down.”
Harry didn’t hesitate; he’d drop everything and fly home right there and then if he could. He wished he could physically be there to rest a hand on your belly, the way he did every other night, and talk to his daughter and give your tummy kisses. There’s nothing he loved more than feeling his baby girl pushing against his hand while he’s talked to her. But over the phone was the next best thing, so he would certainly do his best.
You brought the phone down to rest on your belly, unsure of where the best position was, but figuring it wouldn’t make much difference. You switched it to speaker phone and told Harry you were ready.
“Hi baby,” he said, “It’s daddy. I hear you’re giving mummy a bit of a hard time tonight. S’it because you know daddy isn’t there to give you any goodnight kisses? I really wish I was there with you both, sweetheart, but I’ll be home really soon, okay? Now, I need you to do something for me; I need you to let mummy get a good night’s sleep tonight. Will you do that for daddy?”
You smiled as you listened to the one-sided conversation, keeping your free hand on your bump and feeling your daughter continue to squirm.
“I love you so much, monkey,” he continued, “An’ I’m happy that you’re havin’ such a good time in mummy’s tummy, but you gotta let her get some sleep. I promise I’ll give you a ton of cuddles and kisses once I get home; daddy misses you and mummy so much.”
After a few minutes of this, you realized that your daughter had settled down and stopped kicking altogether.
“Harry…it worked!” you said, quietly.
You couldn’t see his face, but you could almost hear the satisfied grin in his voice.
I wanted to write just a couple key moments in bugheads life! Enjoy guys! It’s a long one, better grab some popcorn!
“I have no idea.” F.P said defeated, throwing his hands in the air and looking helplessly at his son, who was staring at himself in the mirror with the same confused look in his eyes.
“It’s impossible. This is not humanly possible.” Jughead Mumbled as his fingers toyed with his shirt collar and he tugged restlessly.
“It’s satans work is what it is.” F.P growled pulling the offending object from his neck and chucking it at the door, unfortunately Betty chose that moment to walk in and was hit square in the face by the dark blue silk tie.
“Oh!” She said surprised, holding the garment in her hand and smiling at the boys in front of her. “Thankyou?” She asked.
“Sorry Betty Blue Eyes, you got caught up in the middle of a fight between me and that jerk.” F.p grabbed the tie from her hands and squeezed her shoulder smiling warmly at his favorite little lady.
“No problem.” She laughed “having a little trouble?” She glanced behind F.P at Jughead and he smiled shyly, putting his hands up and shrugging as his tie lay limp around his neck
“This is not a simple tie Ms.Cooper, it is the tie to end all ties” he held it out to her and she rolled her eyes
“My apologies, here let me help”
Betty’s hands expertly twisted around F.Ps neck and within seconds his tie was perfectly done and she was moving to stand by Jughead as F.P stared at her in amazement
“You are a lifesaver little one” he plopped down on the couch and stared at the two teens before him.
Betty was standing before Jughead as Jughead leaned into the blondes hands and took up her space
“How are you feeling?” She whispered as she tugged on his shirt collar, her fingers gently passing his neck. Today was F.Ps final court appearance and the judge would decide if he had jail time or just community service
“Nervous. Nervous but ready.” He said, his hands moving to gently rest on her waist. Betty had been there through all of it, she had sat beside him at every court date, held his hand as he visited his father, and she had been in the passenger seat the day they had made bail, now she was here for the end and he didn’t think he could do it without her.
“I’ve got faith.” She smiled and gently tugged his tie straight. He looked down at her and prayed that she could read his mind, that she could tell just how much her being there meant to him, just how grateful he was for her. He dropped a kiss to her lips but quickly pulled back when he saw the bright flash go off beside him.
“What?” The older man held up the Polaroid proudly “its for the grandchildren. You’ll thank me when you’re older.”
Betty shook her head and giggled, grabbing the truck keys and smiling
“Alright boys, onward and upward and into the jaws of death.”
The two Jones boys shook their heads and smiled. Betty Cooper was something else.
“It doesn’t matter mom, it wasn’t meant to last, you knew it, I knew it, he knew it. We were just fooling ourselves. If Veronica stops by tell her I’ll be over tonight. I just… I need..” as Betty’s eyes filled with tears, she shook her head quickly and ran up the stairs, slamming her door as she collapsed into sobs on her bedroom floor.
Alice placed a hand to her heart, her daughter was in pain and it physically hurt her to see the normally bubbly blonde revert back to her old ways. She hadn’t seen Betty this upset since sophomore year. Taking a deep breathe she moved to start up the stairs when a pounding on her front door stopped her in her tracks
“Ms. Cooper! Please! Ms. Cooper, you have to let me in! Please let me explain! Please!” Jughead was pleading with her from the opposite side of the door, opening it slowly she was met face to face with her daughters absolutely frazzled boyfriend. Jughead beanie was missing and the flannel he wore was buttoned completely wrong, while his suspenders hung unclipped at his side, his dark waves were a mess.
“Oh thank god” he mumbled, rushing into the household “she doesn’t understand that she’s all i want, she doesn’t know how much she means to me, I don’t care about any of those fancy names or big places, all I want is her, I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said but she’s just so stubborn ya know? I mean I…” he was cut off by the quick and heavy footsteps sprinting down the stairs
“Stubborn?! I’m stubborn?! Have you looked in the mirror recently? I’m just trying to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life! I’m so sorry for trying to help you!” She shouted in his face, pushing past her mother and standing toe to toe. Alice Cooper stood frozen in her spot.
“Don’t you get it?! You are my life! You’re everything to me. I don’t care about any stupid acceptance letters or big name schools, I want to be wherever you are! My publicist doesn’t care where I’m located, I can write my books from anywhere!” He was begging her but she shook her head.
“I’m not leaving Riverdale Jughead, my family is here, pollys here, baby jayjay is here. They have a great elementary education program at Riverdale Community. I’m staying here. But you! There’s a whole world for you to see out there! I love you and I’ll miss you so much but I cannot be the reason you miss out on seeing the world!” Tears were falling freely down her cheeks now and he placed his palms on either side of her face
“You are my world! Everything I want is right here. I love you. I love Riverdale, if this is where you want to stay, this is where we’ll stay. My dads here, and Jellybean comes here every summer, this is my home too. My home is wherever you are! My first book is already doing so well I can afford to get us an apartment! Don’t you want to be with me?” He wiped at her tears as his own built in his eyes
“Of course I do! I love you. I just don’t… I don’t want you to hate me.. to resent me with time.” Her eyes dropped and he shook his head
“I love you. I could never hate you. I would follow you anywhere, you’re just saving me a trip.” He smiled when he heard her quietly giggle and he pressed his lips to hers
“Wherever you go I’m right beside you okay?” He asked as she nodded
Suddenly the couple was blinded by a bright light and looked up find Alice Cooper standing before them with a digital camera in her hands
“That was beautiful! I’m an old woman let me live vicariously through your love” she snapped a few more as Betty and Jughead rolled their eyes before both posing goofily for the camera.
She laughed as F.P swung her around the dance floor, sending her poofy white dress flying as he lifted her off her feet before placing her back on the ground and holding her by the waist.
“So how does it feel to officially be a jones?” He asked as they slow danced to the familiar father daughter track.
“Long overdue I’d say” she giggled as he puffed his chest out proudly. “Thank you for walking me down the aisle, I invited my dad to the reception but…” she trailed off looking around sadly.
F.p shook his head, Hal Cooper was an absolute idiot, that he was certain of.
“No Betty, Thankyou. You saved my life. You saved my sons life and I can’t repay you for that, you stuck by him through it all, and I know what a tough son of a bitch he can be.” Betty giggled
“Hey that’s my husband you’re talking about!” She smiled brightly.
“You’re decision not mine” the older man teased, spinning Betty around “anyway. I couldn’t ask for a better daughter in law, so thank you for saving both of us.” Betty wiped at her tears as F.P let his freely fall
“Are you making my wife cry on our wedding day?” The familiar timber of Jugheads voice caused them both to smile. F.p gently shoved Betty into his sons arms and took Alice by the hand
“We’re bonding.” He shrugged before moving to the center of the dance floor, Alice laughing the whole way.
“What was that all about Mrs.Jones?” Jughead asked slightly concerned at her tears.
Looking up at her husband, Betty smiled happily
“Nothing at all Mr. Jones.” He beamed as he dropped a kiss to her lips
“This way you two!”
Veronica called from beside them, she held her camera up and motioned for them to smile as she snapped the picture. Veronica took photos fro fashion magazines all over the world and as Betty’s bridesmaid she demanded she also be the Wedding photographer. Looking up at Jughead as he stared lovingly down at her, she ignored the bright flash of the camera and stared deep into her brand new husbands eyes.
“Oh no.” She stood in front of the mirror.
Jughead came running out of the bathroom
“Oh no what?!” He asked frantically, reaching for the bag by the bed.
“I look like a whale.” Betty said blandly, still staring at her reflection in the mirror “might as well call sea world, who needs a book launch, I’ll just start a new career as the first pregnant whale to speak English.” She pouted as she tugged on the skin tight black dress, pulling her nude heel over her foot.
Jughead bit his lip to keep from laughing, tonight was the launch of their very first book as co authors, it had gone over so well that they were already number five on the New York Times Best Seller List. Apparently the concept of a couple writing a book together did very well for sales and they were already sky rocketing, Us Weekly had actually written a two page spread on the “Small Town Star Crossed lovers.” Unfortunately Betty was six months Pregnant and all belly, she seemed to gain no weight anywhere else and as a first grade teacher she was used to flowy sundresses and flats. The stylist had picked out a tight dress and high heels, she looked absolutely amazing to Jughead but apparently the mirror said something else.
“You look beautiful. Too beautiful to even argue” he wrapped his hands around her waist and rubbed her baby belly.
“Really?” She wasn’t one to be vain but hey, pregnancy really does things to your self confidence.
“ absolutely.” He pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear and felt her shudder. Oh yes.
“Alright who’s ready for pictures!” Kevin came into the room and waved his tablet around. Oh did I mention? Kevin was the Jones family manager.
Jughead rolled his eyes and smiled goofily at Kevin as Betty stuck her tongue out
Kevin snapped the picture and in a dull, unamused voice exclaimed
Jughead smiled down at his wife and bent down to press a kiss to her tummy for good luck
“You got it daddy.” She giggled.
“Ma! Come here!”
Betty came barreling down the stairs, her ten month old daughter , Lila, snuggled against her chest
“What’s the matter Cody?!” She looked him up and down for any damage
“Chill mom, I just wanted to know what this was.” The nine year old boy held up the dark blue album and handed it to her, gently taking Lila in his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Betty smiled at the scene in front of her as she ruffled her sons dark waves.
“This is Mine and your dads, it’s our memories.” She opened the album and began flipping through the pages, pointing out pictures and telling the story that went along with each one, Cody was in hysterics and Lila had fallen back asleep.
“Dad really wore that beanie everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes from laughter
“Yeah well you wear your burger boxers everyday to school.”
Both Betty and Cody turned around at the familiar voice, Jughead stood against the door frame, arms crossed and grinning.
“It’s different! Not everyone can see them! How did you even land mom! She was like… well.. no offense mom but you were a babe and dad… not so much!”
“Oh no offense mom? What about no offense dad?” He walked forward and started tickling his son who began laughing like crazy and grabbing at his dads hands, Lila woke up and stirred reaching her arms out for her older brother
“I’ll go feed her! Then I’m going to go play basketball with Jason Andrews, next door.” Cody gently grabbed his baby sister and led her to the kitchen.
Jughead plopped down beside his wife and draped an arm over her shoulders, staring down at the album
“How did I land you?” He asked, gently nuzzling her neck as she stretched.
“Right back at you Romeo.” She dropped her lips to his.
Since people apparently really liked Ada, my joy poppet, I thought that maybe some of you would like a tutorial… So here goes!
Disclaimer: Since I’m in the broom closet and that I’m a real life dollmaker, I tend to make my poppets as complex and “clean looking” as possible so that people assume it’s just yet another of my dolls. You definitely don’t have to do it the way I do it, or even to follow a remotely similar aesthetic.
• some paper • a pen • scissors • fabric (stretchy is best for beginners) • a sewing needle and some thread • herbs • crystals • small items • a taglock (since I only do these poppets for my own use, I use a small lock of my hair) • stuffing • something blunt and long, like a screwdriver.
First, draw the body’s silhouette on paper. I try to make mine fairly symmetrical because it makes creating the clothes easier but it’s not necessary. Also, you should think about what you’re planning to use your poppet for. For example, Ada’s job is to bring more happiness in my life and help me fight off anxiety, so she’s shaped like a cat because cats make me happy. Lucia, which I’ll be building in this tutorial, is a mourning poppet: her job is to help me mourn my father, dull the pain and help me accept that everything must end, so she’ll be shaped like a skeleton. Think about what your poppet is for, choose its body accordingly.
Then do an arm and a leg the same way. As you can see, I tried giving her a little hand and curved the foott, but a simple rectangle will do the job just as well. Her leg here is super short because I’m going to make her boots out of polymer clay. I don’t need it to be as long as it should since I’ll glue the boots on later.
Now pick a fabric and draw each part twice. Chose the color accordingly to your poppet’s purpose and your personal taste. Also, if your poppet is going to be small like Ada and/or you’re a beginner… Pick some stretchy fabric, like an old t-shirt! Afterward you’ll have to turn it inside out and the stiffer the fabric, the more you’ll cry. Trust me.
Using an old t-shirt you don’t wear anymore makes your poppet even more personal! Yet another side benefit of loving yourself instead of keeping on using linen because you love the feel of it, but your poppets are pretty much drenched by tears of frustration by the time you’re done. Why do I keep doing that.
Now cut the silhouettes off, leaving some wiggle room. If you use a fabric that doesn’t fray, like an old t-shirt hint hint, you don’t have to leave a huge amount of fabric on the side. If you picked something that was probably weaved in hell, like satin, get your pinking shears out. if you don’t have pinking shears, use some fabric glue to stop the fraying. If you don’t have fabric glue, well. Good luck.
I sorta forgot to take pictures of the in-between stage, sorry. So uh. Just sew the two body silhouettes together, and each limbs, folding them on themselves. Remember to leave a hole big enough so that you can turn everything inside out.
Don’t worry too much about it being perfect: as long as it’s tight enough to not spill the stuffing, it’s good enough. While I try to make my seam lines as discreet as possible (to be more discreet about my practice), I find contrasting seams super appealing visually. So if you want to experiment with that, knock yourself out.
Start stuffing the limbs. For Lucia, I’m using the stuffing I stole from an old pillow. For Ada, I used leftover wool because that’s what I had handy. For others I used rice. Whatever works for you. As you can see, I’m using a screwdriver to push each little cotton ball all the way down. Don’t stuff the arms too much, or your poppet won’t be able to lower it arms. Unless that’s what you want.
For the body, I usually just stuff the head and the bottom of the body with cotton balls and then keep the belly and chest empty so I can fill it up with herbs and items. You could fully stuff the poppet with herbs if you’d like, or just mix a pinch with the cotton balls. See what works best for you.
Here Lucia already has one arm sewed on because I got impatient.
Here, I got my herbs ready in my mortar and put them in a small cup for easy access. Start filling up the poppet’s chest and belly (but not too much, you want some space left). Just so you know, that step tends to be pretty messy so… Do that somewhere where getting herbs everywhere isn’t much of a problem.
Pick herbs related to your poppet’s mission. For Lucia, I used linden (grief-relief after death), thyme (provides strength and courage, wards off grief), lavender (eases heartbreaks, soothing) and sage (self purification, deals with grief and loss, removes negative energy).
I didn’t take the previous step in pictures, because the items I picked where pretty personal and I don’t feel like showing them. But I can list them.
Here’s what I put inside of her: • pink quartz (for love) • a skull bead (for death) • a taglock (I always use a lock of my hair tied with a red thread) • something that belonged to my dad (it was hard to let go of it)
Again, pick everything according to the poppet’s mission. If you give yours the job to ward off curses or to help you cast spells, your list will be probably very different from mine. Take time to research what you want to use, think of how it symbolizes her mission.
I sewed on the limbs because I felt like it. You can do this later if you want, it doesn’t really matter.
So now the step shown in this picture is “the letter”. It’s an important step because that’s where you state the poppet’s purpose. And it’s also where you name your poppet (names have power, take time to think about it)! It’s not a very complicated step, though, you just need a pen and some paper.
My letters usually go this way:
You are my (purpose) poppet. You will always do (thing). You will always help me with (thing) by doing (thing). I give you this (crystal) to symbolize (thing), this (item) to symbolize (thing), this (precious thing) to symbolize (thing). I also give you my (taglock) to symbolize our bound together.
Personalize it whichever way you see fit. Fold the letter tightly, put it inside the poppet, finish filling it with the herbs.
Now that the poppet’s all filled up and ready, sew close the hole and sew on the limbs if you haven’t done it already. You can now give your poppet a face. You can embroider it, paint it with fabric paint or acrylic, or use beads, or markers, or buttons, or anything you want. Be as creative as you want.
Once you’re done, you can add a sigil on it (I like to do it some place others can’t see, like under the clothes), and give some hair and some clothes to your little one. Or don’t! It all comes down on your instincts now, what feels appropriate and what doesn’t. Even if your poppet isn’t perfect, take some time to appreciate its existence. At first there wasn’t anything but a bunch of supplies and you made SOMETHING. And if that’s not magic, I don’t know what is.
As you can see on that picture, Lucia isn’t finished yet, but I’m working on her clothes and accessories right now. Once she’s fully clothed and ready, the only thing she’ll need will be to be activated, so I’ll leave her to charge on my altar for one night. And in the morning, I’ll wake her up by kissing her forehead so she can start doing her job.
Request: Congratulations on your900followers!Could I possibly request something with Sam Winchester?Like pregnant!reader,and she has her babies?Two boys, one girl?Basically it’s her having them and taking them home to the bunker,Cas,Dean,&Mary meeting them?:) by @marygracewinchester
Notes: I’m so soooo sorry for just posting this now… i’m trying to write all the thing i have to write but i have no inspiration. I’m really sorry guys. Oh and sorry about the small gif, was the only one i found. I hope you like the story though :)
“Okay, they will probably be home in two days.” Sam said after hanging up the phone. Dean, Cas and - strange as it may seem - Mary, went to solve an important case a few towns away and you and Sam didn’t go because…well you were 9 months pregnant, and you could go into labor any moment now.
“Great.” You said. “Look, this is super cute.” You pointed at the matching Disney jumpsuits. You two were at the mall, seeing some more baby clothes for the twins you were expecting. One boy and one girl.
“Mickey and Minnie? A little cliché, don’t you think?” He said frowning and you rolled your eyes. He laughed, giving away that he was messing with you. “Adorable, we are taking it.” He said taking the jumpsuits and putting them in the shopping cart. “Oh, look at this.” He said and you laughed when you saw that he was talking about jumpers with little wings in the back.
“Cas would be happy if we took those.” You said with a small smile and he agreed. After a while, you finally went in line to pay, with quite a few clothes, cute toys and stuff like that. Sam always imagined himself in those situations, but never really thought that would actually happen. He was incredibly happy with all of this. With his mother back, you pregnant with twins and especially… with you. He was a better man with you, he knew that.
“Hm…excuse me?” An old lady touched your arm, and you turned and smiled to her. “Sweetie, this is super normal in pregnancy but… your pants are wet.”
“What?” You asked shocked and embarrassed, putting your hands in your tights and noticing that they were in fact humid. What the hell….? Sam suppressed a laugh but immediately positioned himself behind you to cover you. But before you could say anything else, you groaned in pain, putting your hands in your belly.
What. The. Hell.
“(Y/N)?” Sam asked in worry, looking at you a little confused. “What is it?”
“Oh no…” The old woman said and Sam looked at her, already desesperate at this point.
“Oh no what?” He said a little louder than he intented.
“She’s in labor.” She said, and you and him looked at each other with terrified faces.
This was definitely a big ‘OH NO’
“Sammy!” You cried grinding your teeth, feeling like your back was breaking apart.
“Shh, you’re gonna be okay.” He said trying to walk through the hospital along with the stretcher that you were laying down on, which the doctors were quickly pushing towards the labor room. “Just breathe.”
“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” You cried before you screamed louder because of another contration. His eyes widened and he looked at the doctor not knowing what to do, and the doctor just struggled. They finally got to the labor room so you could lie in another bed, and immediately Sam went to your side, holding your hand.
“Hey (Y/N)” He said seeing you with tears in your eyes, and sweat in your forehead.
“I’m not going to handle it, oh god…” You said hyperventilating and crying hard.
“Hey, hey, sweetheart, look at me.”He said squeezing your hand harder, and you finally looked into his eyes. He put a strand of your hair behind your ear, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You can do this, okay? We can do it. We’re having a baby, just relax, I will be here by your side the entire time. You’re so strong (Y/N)…” He said with heart eyes and you smiled a little bit. He bent down whispering this part in your ear. “You can fight monsters, demons, the devil himself. Twins? It gonna be easy.” He said and you smiled more. “I love you.”
And you wanted to answer that with words. You really did. But another contraction started and Sam understood your loud scream as an “I love you too.”
“Okay, push!” The doctor ordered.
You were crying, sweating and incredibly tired. Two and a half hours. You’d been in labor work for two and a half hours already. The boy, Ash, was already clean and wrapped in a blanket, but the girl… well, she insisted in not getting out. Sam was crying too, mostly because of the emotion of the birth of his first child, but also because of all the emotions of the situation. He was in so much anguish from seeing you in so much pain, and this time, there was nothing he could do about it.
“Okay and she’s….” The doctor said and they waited for another cry. “…Out, okay here she is daddy” The doctor said handing Jo in Sam’s arm. Of course you two agreed on those names in honor of your loving friends that unfortunaly weren’t around anymore. He smiled looking at his little girl, and showed her to you making you smile and cry hard.
“We did it sweetie.” He said giving you a chaste kiss when a nurse got Jo from Sam’s arms.
“Okay, prepare yourself (Y/N), the other boy is coming.” The doctor said and you and Sam looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Wait, what?” You mentally thanked Sam for saying it out loud for you. The doctor slowly looked up to you and frowned when he saw your desesperate faces.
“Hm…. You know you’re having triplets right?” The doctor said and you gasped. Sam looked about to pass out and you… you just didn’t process that information.
“Excuse me? She’s expecting twins.” Sam said with a nervous laugh. When you discovered it was going to be two, you freaked out but figured you’d have to make it work. But now… with three?? Three kids?
“Two babies! Just two…AHH” You started but was interrupted when another contraction hit you.
It was triplets.
"This is your fault you know.” You said looking with a sweet smile at your three babies sleeping in the cribs next to your bed and Sam huffed looking at you with a small smile.
“How this is my fault?” He said looking back to the triplets still hypnotized with them.
“It was your sperm.” You said and he laughed as loudly as he could without waking them up.
“Shhh don’t say that in front of the kids.” He said messing with you and you rolled your eyes. He was sitting in the bed you were resting, holding your hand. “We still need a name though."
"We could call him Kevin…” You suggested remembering the small guy you all missed so much.
“I would like that, but… I’d feel strange calling a baby Kevin.” He said and you sighed relieved.
“I’m glad you think the same way.” You said with a small laugh and he laughed too.
“I like the name Tom.” He said with a smile looking at the third boy and you raised your eyebrows.
“I like that. Like, a lot.” You said to him and he smiled.
“Tom is it.” He said squeezing your hand and giving you a chaste kiss. “Ash, Jo and Tom. Our kids….”
“A little surreal right?” You said and he nodded. “I’m fucking happy Sam.”
“Okay, we will really need to work on your vocabulary around the kids.” He said and you both laughed.
Sam pushed your wheelchair through the hospital with his right hand, and with his left one carried Jo in a hand baby carriage while a nurse pushed the twins’ baby cart with Tom and Ash. Unfortunately, Dean, Cas and Mary couldn’t arrive in time. They were driving back to the bunker non stop, but they were still a day away. A shame, because they were the most important people on both of your lives and they weren’t there, and of course, help would be more than welcome now that you had… Three babies to take care of. Although they thought it was only two, you and Sam agreed that it would be fun to make a little surprise for them.
“Finally home.” You said sighing relieved when you got out of the garage and Sam agreed. You were both really tired, you just needed a hot shower. With Sam’s help, you slowly walked towards your room, while he went to the babies’ room to put them on their cribs. For your luck, non of them woke up.
“Hey…” He said with a small smile laying down on the bed next to you with the electronic nanny in his hands.
“Hey there.” You said lazily putting your hand in his cheek while he circled your waist with his arm. Although your belly was still a little swollen, it was nice to be in Sam’s arms without a giant belly separating you two.
“Want to take a shower?” He asked giving you a chaste kiss and you sighed tiredly.
“I really do, but I will wait until Dean arrives. I can’t leave you alone with those three.” You said with a small laugh and he agreed closing his eyes.
“Try to sleep babe, if I need you I’ll wake you up.” He said kissing your forehead and getting out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” You asked already sleepy and fighting to keep your eyes open.
“I will watch TV to keep me awake. Sleep darling, you need to rest.” He said and you agreed already entering a deep sleep.
“(Y/N)…” You heard Sam’s voice and felt his hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N)…” You slowly opened your eyes and saw him with Tom in his arms. A crying Tom. Okay, you had to get used to it. You sat up and he put Tom in your arms for you to feed him.
“The others didn’t wake up?” You asked looking at the small person in your arms.
“No…” He was interrupted by a loud noise, the bunker door. “Dean arrived.”
“Go greet them, they must be excited to see us.” You said and Sam agreed going out of the room.
“What the heck…?” Sam whispered when he saw his brother, his mom and Cas walking down the stairs with giant bags of the baby store where your water broke. “What is all of this guys?” Sam asked laughing a little taking one bag from his mother arms.
“I could ask you the same thing Sammy!” Dean exclaimed when he got down the stairs, throwing the bags on the table. “We got here and a truck was parked in front of the Bunker and they said this was all a present for you and (Y/N) because of what happened!” Dean said going up the stairs again to get more bags from the trunk.
“Holy crap.” Sam said laughing a little while Mary and Cas hugged him.
“What happened in that store?” Mary asked.
“Oh, about that…” Sam said realizing that he just forgot to tell that detail. “(Y/N)’s water broke in the middle of the store.”
“Oh god” Mary said shocked.
“Yeah…” Sam said. “But now we got one hundred clothes from there, apparently.”
“Where’s (Y/N)? I wanna see her.” Cas asked anxiously.
“In the room, Tom just woke up.”
“Congratulations bro.” Dean said finally hugging Sam after he finished taking the others bags from the truck and Sam smiled. “But wait… Tom? I thought that you agreed on Jo and Ash.”
Sam didn’t say anything, just smiled and lead his family to where you and Tom were.
“They’re here.” Sam said to you when he entered and you smiled to everybody.
“Hey sweetheart….” Dean said entering your room, giving you a kiss on the forehead and running his finger through Tom’s head. “He’s beautiful…”
“So small…” Mary said hyptonized with her nephew in your arms. “Are you okay (Y/N)? The labor was rough?”
“A little bit…” You said exchanging funny looks with your husband, they still didn’t know about the triplets. “But I’m okay now.”
“He’s blessed (Y/N)” Cas said touching Tom’s head and giving you a sweet smile. “I’m glad we finally got to meet the babies.”
“You want to meet Jo?” Sam asked and everybody nooded. “Let’s go then.”
“Give me Tom (Y/N), so you can take a shower.” Sam continued and you smiled putting your son in his arms, and Dean helped you to get up. They went to the babies room and Dean slowly opened the door.
“Sam… why are there three cribs?” Cas asked confused and Sam opened a smile.
“Surprise!” You said appearing behind Sam, putting your hand in his back, and the three of them looked with eyes and mouth wide open towards you.
“You’re kidding right?” Dean asked, slowly opening a smile. “Triplets?!”
“We didn’t know either until labor.” You said struggling.
“And we decided to make a surprise for you guys.” Sam said and Mary started laughing looking with heart eyes at Ash and Jo.
“Three kids? Oh god, it’s going to be hard work.” Mary said. “And we’re going to help you guys in everything you need.”
“They are adorable.” Dean said picking up Jo in his arms when she opened her eyes. Dean, as much as he denied it, was father material and everyone that saw him with a baby could see this.
“Can I pick Ash?” Cas said and you nodded with a smile, showing him the right way to do it. But seconds later, he made a strange face leaving all of you confused.
“What’s up man?” Sam asked and he looked up at the both of you.
“I think he needs a new diaper.” Cas said and you all laughed. Yeah, he and the boys will need to learn how to change one diaper for now on.
It was what you had come to know as a typical night. The city was wet from the earlier rains, causing a moonlit highlight on the bricks and asphalt. It also kicked up an unpleasant stench, but one you had grown familiar with in all of your years of living here.
“Alright, kiddies. Time to work,” a burly man clapped his gloved hands together before throwing open the back door of the truck.
Barrels and barrels full of bootleg lined the inside. Thousands of dollars of product for the family to profit from, brought over on a meat truck they used frequently to disguise their hauls. But from where? The shipping yard, you guessed. Now if you could just figure out when it docked…
“What are you thinking about?” the boy next to you asked.
You hadn’t realized he’d been watching you. He scratched his hair underneath his cap before straightening it with a smile. Yoosung, or ‘Lucky’ as he was known, was always smiling. He seemed to practically skip instead of walk. Not the typical mafioso wannabe. But neither were you. In any case, he’s the closest thing you had to a friend right now. And you needed that.
“That it’s cold as shit and I wanna get this over with,” you huffed.
Lucky and some of the other boys popped up into the truck. They all shifted the barrels in their spots as if to weigh the contents before proceeding to move them. They had to roll a few of them down before you could start to dolly the liquor inside the small storage warehouse.
“Attaboy,” the driver said gruffly and condescendingly. His wide hand pat one of them on the back as they wheeled a barrel away.
“Turn the lights off, you nitwit,” the beautiful brunette, your capo-Jaehee, seethed as her heels clicked around the side of the truck and stopped in front of the driver.
“S-Sorry, right,” he nodded before scrambling to the front to turn the headlights dim.
“This is the last job for tonight, so make it snappy,” she played with her gloved hands, seemingly annoyed, “well go on!” she urged you.
You picked up the pace and wheeled the barrel Yoosung placed on the dolly for you. A single one wasn’t too heavy, but do 5 or 6 in a row and boy were you feeling it. Towards the end of the truck you felt beads of sweat on the back of your neck.
“What’s her deal tonight?” one of the boys whispered as you all worked to shift the hooch inside the storage room.
You glanced back to see Jaehee and the driver. It looked like she was scolding him, all while gesturing to the truck.
“Probably in a rush to get to the club to see ‘Pretty Boy’ sing his little heart out so she can drop her panties,” one of the guys joked and pretended to sing into a mic dramatically.
“Shut the fuck up, idiot,” another one smacked him in the back of the head, “if I have to listen to any more of your stupid jokes tonight I’m gunna stuff ya in one of these damn barrels.”
“Alright, alright, lay off,” he rubbed his head with a sour face, “I was only tryin'a lighten the mood.”
A flash of headlights washed over you before being turned off. You all stopped to watch a black car pull up by the truck. You and Yoosung both paused, gripping your dollies and watching as a man in a brown trench coat stepped out and straightened his collar. Bits of red hair peeked from his hat and a serious expression plagued his face.
“Shit, what’s he doing here?” one of the guys whistled menacingly.
Though you had only seen him a handful of times, you knew who it was. Saeyoung, the Underboss. Or as people liked to call him-‘The Mad Hatter.’ You believed him responsible for countless hits over the years. And now you all stood to watch, though some of the outfit stayed back in the warehouse, exchanging quiet glances and pretending to work.
“It’s a wonderful night, isn’t it?” Saeyoung and his two body guards met Jaehee and the driver.
“It’s a bit too cold if you ask me,” Jaehee replied.
“Ah, but it’s a clear night,” he looked up to the sky, “star, after star, after star. An endless void. If you look long and hard enough you can get lost in it. How many do you think there are?”
He returned his gaze to the two of them, his solemn face unchanging. Neither of them spoke.
“I asked you a question,” he turned to the large man, “how many do you think there are?”
“Stars? I-uh…” you could almost see the man begin to sweat.
“You can count, can’t you?”
“Well ya, but I-I don’t know-“
“Of course you don’t. There are too many up there. Maybe a simpler question, then? Since you can count and all..how many barrels am I missing from this truck?” he gestured to the meat truck.
“Missing?” his big belly heaved with his now labored breathing.
Saeyoung’s fist swung into the mans gut and sent him coughing to his knees.
“Now, now. You’re good with numbers, remember? I’ll give you a second to count them in your head before telling me. And you’d better tell me. Or things are only going to get worse for you.”
The man started to sob at Saeyoung’s feet, “I don’t know nothin’ about missing barrels I swear on my kids life,” he pleaded.
“I don’t like liars,” Saeyoung grabbed the mans hand and pulled the glove off, “shall we count together? Maybe that will help.”
He singled out the mans pointer finger, while the driver looked up to Saeyoung’s face in terror. His wet eyes were pleading.
“One…” Saeyoung bent the finger back in a swift motion. The snap of bone was like a dry twig breaking under your boot.
The cry in pain filled the empty street and the body guards stuffed the man’s mouth with a cloth before holding him in place on his knees. He struggled for a moment but quickly admitted defeat.
“Two,” another snap of his middle finger, “three…”
Even with the cloth to muffle, you could hear the pain bellowing from his chest. Tears streamed down his stubble-heavy face and his brow pinched together in agony. It took everything in you not to stop him. The cold metal of the gun on your thigh had never been more apparent.
“Four,” the pinky was the last one and it broke easily, “four barrels. Now do you remember?”
He let the mans hand fall before stepping back. The cloth was pulled from his mouth before shoving him forward into the damp asphalt. Shaking and nodding at Saeyoung’s feet, his right hand was a mangled mess now.
“Good, I thought so. Now you won’t forget that number,” he tossed the glove at the mans face, “get out of my sight.”
With his good hand he palmed the glove and clambered to his feet all while stifling sobs. Wobbling slightly and almost running into Jaehee in the process he started to walk fast in the opposite direction down the silent street.
“Hm…I changed my mind,” Saeyoung reached into his coat and pulled a pistol to aim at the man.
The truck blocked your view but the sound of the shot and the thud that followed were telling enough. Your legs were suddenly jello and a pair of hands held you up.
“Keep it together,” Yoosung whispered as he grabbed you. You were just noticing his eyes had glassed over slightly and there was an indent where he must have bitten his lip.
All you could think about were flashes of Saeyoung’s face as he held a gun to your head. ‘Lemme show you what we do to rats and pigs,’ he’d say, his sadistic grin being the last thing you see before he squeezed on it.
“Someone clean that up,” Saeyoung gestured to the body before turning to one of the men, “you, get this truck out of here.”
He handed a wad of cash to Jaehee, explaining that she was to deliver it to the man’s wife. It was to help her get by, at least for a little while, without a husband.
He took long striding steps back to the car. His gloved hand opened the door and he turned to you with a smile before getting in.
“Hey, Lucky! Both’a you, be in the wind before the bull arrives, huh?” he waved and got into the back seat.
The bit of food in your stomach was trying to make it’s way up but you took some sharp breaths to calm your nerves as the car drove away. No wonder there wasn’t a soul at the station willing to try and infiltrate this syndicate. They all either laughed at you or turned a cold shoulder when you brought it up. Not even the feds were willing to acknowledge this level of organized crime was going on. Businesses and citizens alike accepted that this was just the way things were. And here you were, a cop gone under cover. A rat. A bull. The regret was like a thick syrup that clung to you. This was the first time you realized you were probably going to die. But there was no turning back now.
“Come on, there’s still a bit of work to do…” Yoosung pat you on the back with a solemn face. It was the first time you’d seen him not smiling.
Description: Killian sees his fiance making breakfast, and soon they hunger for more, which eventually leads to the shower… (Canon/scene divergence from the pancake scene of 6.18).
Rating: E (because, reasons…)
Word Count: ~2600
Author’s Note: I know, know…Everyone and their mom is doing this, but @killythecowardlypirate ask me to “do the thing,” and so…here’s my version. It’s a “what if Snow didn’t interrupt” version. And yes, Chantal, syrup is included… I mean, what’s pancakes without syrup, amirte? lol This is unbetad, because I just needed to get it out, and it’s twice as long as I intended it to be. Smut, humor and feels: just what you come to expect from yours truly! Enjoy!!
Killian quietly wrapped his arms around his fiancé as she flipped another pancake onto an already towering stack. He nuzzled her ear, his trimmed facial hair tickling her exposed appendage. “Something smells delicious,” he whispered.
Emma smiled from ear to ear, the heat from Killian’s body radiating from behind her. “It’s just from a box…”
He practically growled as he responded, “I wasn’t talking about the pancakes..”
Emma turned swiftly in his arms, taking no time to lock his lips with her own. He must have recently brush his teeth, because she could still taste spearmint along his tongue. Her hand travelled from his scruffy chin, to his slightly exposed chest (he was in the middle of dressing himself and didn’t finish before walking down to the kitchen). After exploring each other’s mouth for what seemed like an eternity, she broke the contact, looking into his cobalt blue eyes.
She must have been staring far too long, because Killian broke her concentration, asking, “What?”
“I’m just…happy. Still surprises me sometimes.”
He just smiled. “Aye, love. Me, too.” Killian then leaned down for another kiss, this one more gentle than the previous one. As he lifted his lips from hers, he ask, “So, should I look forward to this every morning? My loving wife, dressed in naught but her black silk robe, making me breakfast?”