henry when i see you i feel this urge to have a baby

dungeons & witches [ richie tozier x reader ] pt.1

summary: (name) is rumored to be a witch and richie want’s to find out the truth. he also has this dorky crush oml

words: 1 910

a/n: this is written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 8 and prompt witch. Also, I used @horrificmemes 
31 Horrific Days v2 [October Writing Challenge] ! same day, prompt basement. i just love the movie IT so much i can’t–


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All of Derry middle school knew who (Name) (Lastname) is…Or, at the very least, the rumors about her. The said girl spent most of her time in solitude, hardly looking up from her books, but it was said that when she did decide to gaze at the general audience that always seemed to be surrounding her, her eyes would shine like small diamonds in a kaleidoscope of colors, and whose ever eyes she met would turn to stone. (Latsname) had a few friends that always tagged along, but they too bit into the rumors and avoided her gaze. There was even gossip, one time a year back, that she had charmed her friends and that’s why they never left her side. Even Greta did not dare to look at her directly. Carrying around old books in complex writings did not help to clear her name, either.  Everyone just assumed that they were filled with spells and curses, when in reality…It was only Estonian since you’re only partly American.

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 18.1

As promised in my teaser, here’s the newest chapter of Vegas! @outlandishchridhe and I are really really excited about where this story is going and we can’t wait to share it with you. There is a lot going on in this chapter, so it turned into another monster chapter and it’s broken up into 3 parts. The next chunks will come out on the next few Tuesdays, which will hopefully give us enough time to get 19 written and edited. 

Catch up on chapter 17 HERE or the whole series HERE

Claire sat down with a hard thump, still looking at the picture of her license on her phone. Jamie knelt down in front of her, taking in her vacant expression.

“Are ye alright?”

“Yeah, I’m just… I passed. It doesn’t feel real.”

“But ye did it. I’m so proud of ye, mo chridhe.”

Her eyes drifted up and met his.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you.”

“I didna do much. It was all your brilliance. Because this is what ye were meant for.”

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to her forehead, as she breathed out a laugh.

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once again

cs + Daddy Charming + baby numero two *shrugs* I have feels kay? ;D

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She wants to tell David.

She’s known for a while, she’s gone through the motions of the whole thing again, and she’s at that point when it finally feels real and she may be ready to start telling people.

She may even have a semi actual bump to show for it now and all.

Despite of how much she’s tried to hide it these past few weeks, the little thing seems to be growing at an almost alarming rate these days and maybe that’s why she needs to do this.

She’s ready, she thinks —probably not to tell the entire town just yet, but David —Emma wants (needs) to tell her father.

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The day is miserable, pretty much; rain and gloom and not the slightest bit of sunshine to be seen.

Emma hardly cares though; she drives to her parents’ farmhouse, steps out of her bug, and off to face her father she goes (squeaky bright yellow rubber boots on and all).

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everything we dreamed

[read on ao3]

it takes them years to break the curse, to track down every last revenant and send them back to hell. eight years, to be exact. eight years filled with countless bullets and too many wounds and one (super gay) marriage along the way.

eight years and they’re done and wynonna can feel it pass through her bones as she kills the last revenant. she feels her soul become lighter and she swears the sun becomes brighter and everything finally feels like it’s okay as peacemaker’s orange glow dies down.

‘you did it,’ waverly whispers as she stands with her hand intertwined in nicole’s.

‘we did it,’ wynonna replies, holstering peacemaker for what she hopes is the last time.

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Out Of Nothing At All - Two

“Y/N?” Hotch stared at you, taking in the words the doctor had just said. “You’re pregnant?”

“No…. ” you laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. This must be what they mean when they say that hospitals are under staffed and over worked. People make mistakes, it’s fine though.”

Turning to the doctor you explained, “Doc, you’ve got the wrong file. I’m Y/F/N. Date of birth 17 April 1987. Social security number 146295. Definitely NOT pregnant.”

“I’m guessing this is news to you then?” he checked the files again quickly.

“It’s not news, it’s not a fact. I’m not pregnant. How could I be? I’ve not missed a period, I’ve not had any sickness. I feel absolutely fine.” You racked your brains trying to recall the dates of your last cycle.

Okay, so you had missed one period. It was two weeks late, but you figured it was due to the stress of the case or something. And you’d had three days of vomiting around a month ago. But that was down to bad food. Right. RIGHT!?

“Miss Y/L/N, a number of expecting mothers still have periods all the way through their pregnancy, and not all people experience morning sickness. I can run another test quickly if you’re able to provide a urine sample. I can run it here, in front of you.”

You nodded, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and holding your arm out expectantly. “Give me a cup and get the test please. I am NOT fucking pregnant. You’ve got this wrong.”

The doctor sighed and opened one of the storage cupboards that lined the room, handing you a small plastic beaker. Taking it, you hobbled through to the bathroom, returning moments later and handing the tub over. In the meantime he’d collected two plastic boxes, them both your standard run of the mill drugstore testing kits.

“I’ll do two tests as I can see you’re going to take some convincing but I can assure you, the tests are accurate.”

You watched as he unwrapped both boxes and dipped the ends of the two sticks into the fluid, laying them down one by one on a tray.

Hotch moved from his seat by the window so that he was closer to you, and you settled back onto the bed waiting the required thirty seconds. You couldn’t read the expression on your supervisor’s face.

You waited, your breath held until the time was up and the doctor checked the sticks before handing them both to you.

Plus signs. On both.

It took you half a minute to realise that the strangled cat you could hear wailing was you. The doctor began to back away muttering an, “I’ll leave you alone” and you felt Aaron’s cool hand on your arm attempting to soothe you.

“Wait. Don’t leave! Get it out. Get it out of me!” you were suddenly yelling.

“Pardon?” the doctor frowned and you felt Hotch stiffen besides you.

“You heard, I don’t want it. Get it out of me. Now. Today. I have money, I’ll pay whatever. I’m not leaving here until it’s no longer a problem.”

“Y/N….Think about what you’re saying.” Hotch was trying to keep the shock out of his voice.

“I’m being serious. Get it out of me. I do not want a child. I’m not Mommy material.” Swiping away the tears that were streaming down your face, you stared at the medical professional until he agreed to make a call and send someone down from the clinic to speak with you.

They arrived thirty minutes later, Agent Hotchner leaving the room so you could speak in private. You shot down every option the poor women offered you, impatiently telling them that, no adoption wasn’t an option and no you didn’t need time to think about this. You wanted it done now.

Eventually they relented, advising that they could do the procedure tomorrow. As you weren’t far along it would be fairly straight forward although you blocked them out as they explained what it would involve, leaving you with a pile of pamphlets.

Hotch came back into the room after the woman had left.

“I apologise for my outburst Sir. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s fine. Are you okay?” Concern coated his voice.

“I’m fine. Or at least I will be tomorrow.”

“Are you sure about this Y/N?”

“One hundred percent. I do not want children.”

“But you’re great with Jack and Henry. I don’t understand. You’d make a great mother.”

“Hotch, please don’t.”

He sighed, “What about the father?”

“What about the father exactly?” you asked.

“Well, do you not think he deserves to know?”

“Nope. It’s my body and my choice. I’m not having this THING ruin my life.”

“Okay. If you’re sure this is what you want then as your boss and friend, I’ll help in anyway I can.”

“Thank you Sir.”

The ride home was long and quiet. You kept your gaze averted from your travelling companions, tears silently rolling down your face as you contemplated your predicament.

You’d been checked over an hour ago and been cleared to leave the hospital, Hotch leading you carefully back to the SUV.

He’d stayed with you all day, arriving early at the hospital and waiting outside the clinical white room where they’d taken you to perform the procedure.

When you’d panicked and started yelling and crying, he’d been the one who’d stormed into the room, holding you, rubbing your back and stroking your hair as the nurses looked on sympathetically, used to this sort of reaction. He was going above and beyond the duty of just a boss, and you’d never forget him for being there for you today.

Every fibre of your body wanted the bundle of cells that had taken up residence in your womb expelled from it.

But when you’d been lying there in the hospital bed, legs akimbo in the metal stirrups, something else had taken over. 
Something had made you panic, crying out for your colleague whilst you struggled to breathe.

You couldn’t do it.

You didn’t want to be a mom, you could barely take care of yourself let alone be responsible for another human being.

And you knew adoption wouldn’t be an option. You couldn’t carry something for nine months just to hand it over and forget about it.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to end the pregnancy. Some fighting urge, some deeply hidden maternal instinct had kicked in and you hated what that meant.

You were going to have a baby.

A crying, messy, vomiting baby.


You could sense Hotch watching you as he pulled into your street, parking outside your house. He’d been quiet too on the way home, leaving you to your thoughts.

“Y/N. We’re here.”

You made no move to exit the car.

“Y/N. You’re going to be okay, you’re one of the strongest people I know.”

Nodding you opened the door and picked your bag up, your ankle still sore as you slid out of the seat.

Hotch followed you to your door.

“Are you going to tell the father? He could help.”

“No. I’ll do this alone.”

He looked uncomfortable as he asked th next question. “Do you… Do you know who the father is?”

You didn’t judge him for asking. It was no secret that you’d had a few lovers over the past twelve months, having come out of a five year relationship. It had become kinda a joke across the team in fact.

“Yes I know who the father is Hotch. And….I don’t want to involve him. He’s not a bad person or anything but it was a one night only thing and I have no desire to have any sort of relationship with him.”

He nodded. You could tell he disagreed but he wasn’t going to push the matter.

Up until you’d ended up in this position yourself you’d have agreed too, thinking that every child had the right to know their fathers. And every man had the right to know if they had a child out there.

But you just couldn’t go there right now.

“Okay, get some rest. It’s Wednesday and I don’t want to see you in work until Monday at the earliest. Take some time, maybe talk to your family. I know you’re not close but maybe it will help.”

It wouldn’t. That was a conversation you intended on putting off for as long as you could. Christmas in five years time should do the trick.

“And Y/N. Call if you need anything. Anything at all, and I mean that. I’m here for you as a friend, one that cares about you and not just as your boss.”

You sniffed back fresh tears and gave him the tiniest watery smile you could manage, murmuring a thanks to him before entering the front door to your house.

You’d just about made it to your couch before collapsing into tears again.

What a fucking mess. 

apromiseicankeep  asked:

oq + "i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like." please? :*

Thank you so much for the prompt! And as always sorry it took me so long! I hope you like it!

Set after 06x11

Regina wakes up from the shattering sound which makes her jump in her bed, eyes wide opened, all sleep forgotten. Her first thought is that someone has come here her, or worse - to hurt Henry,  and she’s about to get out of the bed and rush to his room but then she remembers that Henry’s with Emma, and she’s alone here. 

Well, not completely alone.

There is Robin, this new and different, yet so familiar Robin in her living room sleeping peacefully on the couch that just hours ago made him laugh and frown, not being able to understand what kind of thing it is.

Her breath catches in her throat when a shadow is seen in her bedroom and there’s a fireball in her palm before she knows it. The fire lights up the room and her jaw drops open, a hand falling over her chest in relief as she finds Robin standing at her doorway. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he tells her, his voice sheepish as he looks down at the vase shattered on the floor. Regina closes up her palm and turns to her side to turn on the bedside light. Then she turns to look back at him and sees him holding a box where she put all of the pictures, letters, and everything that reminded her of him, of Robin Hood. 

“What are you doing?” she asks confused and she has an urge to take the box from him - no one is supposed to open that box, not anymore - but it’s Robin, and he may not be the same, but he’s still there, his soul is in this man, and she thinks she should let him know, she should give him a chance to see what kind of life they’ve had.

“You knew I was a thief when you met me,” he says with a smirk on his face and she feels tears welling up in her eyes. Robin’s said that, in the library, when he’d found their page, when he had pulled her into his arms and kissed her until she was out of breath.

Her heart clenches at the memory and she inhales sharply, forcing herself to calm down. 

This new Robin must sense that something is not right because his smirk disappears and he comes to sit on the edge of the bed, beside her, the shattered vase completely forgotten. He looks at her for a moment, lets her take a moment to put herself back under control before showing her the box and asking, “Can I?” 

She should be offended that he was looking through her things, what is more he has broken the vase but she cannot find it in herself to be mad, so she nods her head and watches quietly as he opens the box and starts to look at the things in there. The first thing he takes out is a picture of him, Roland and Regina at the park, then it’s him and Henry building a tent, and then it’s them, Regina and Robin standing just outside Snow’s apartment, his hand on her cheek, back from when they’ve just started dating. 

He takes picture after picture, letter after letter (she wrote many of them, as stupid as it sounds, she wrote all of them to him after his death in hopes that maybe he’s still somewhere and will somehow read it) and with every thing Regina’s heart breaks. 

They sit there in silence for what feels like forever and then when he finally takes the last photo, he turns to look at her. “It would be stupid to ask if you loved the other version of me,” he tells her and she manages to smile through her tears. 

“I loved you so much, I forgot what hating myself felt like,” she whispers, afraid that if she’ll say the words out loud, her voice will break. She has never told Robin this before, has never said that she loves him openly and that’s the thing she regrets the most. “I-” and she has so much to say but all of this seems inappropriate so instead she just looks right into his blue eyes as her lower lip trembles.

Robin swallows hard and puts all the photos back into the box, closes it, puts it on the bed and then surprises Regina by pulling her into a tight hug, a hug that only her Robin could give. A hug that once upon a time put all of her broken pieces back together. 

“I may not be the same Robin but I promise to love you just as much,” he tells her and if she wasn’t this emotional, she would have laughed at him because they’ve just met, and he knows nothing about her, there is no way that someone can fall in love that quickly.

But as his arms tighten around her and she feels warmth surrounding her, she thinks that perhaps life has given her another chance, she realizes that this Robin may be different than hers but he has the same soul, and that soul is tethered to hers and she thinks - hopes - that maybe this time she’ll be able to save this precious soul from suffering.

She hopes.

Breakfast for the Boys

Notes: Once again, gotta thank @welllpthisishappening for listening to be babble on about this drabble and others like in the works. Without her encouragement, I probably would do nothing with this. Anyway, no Beth or Wes in this one. Strictly Harrison and Captain Cobra. You can read on AO3 here: [LINK]

Summary: Killian meets Henry for breakfast at Granny’s sans Emma despite sleep deprivation brought on by his newly-teething son. He quickly discovers he isn’t the only fan of bacon and sleep-deprivation does not excuse oneself from being teased by their stepson.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,900+

 When Killian had found out Emma was pregnant, he had been stunned and more than a little fearful. However, after the initial shock had worn off, he became excited; over the moon in fact. Never in his nearly two centuries of life did he ever really expect to be someone’s father. (There had been a brief glimmer of hope with Baelfire all those years ago but that dream had died almost as soon as it has been begun to form in his head. And sure, he had Henry, whom he adored and loved fiercely, but Killian would never dare to try and replace Baelfire. It would have been a disservice to the man who desired that title so fiercely. No, Killian was never going to be Henry’s father, but he was definitely going to try hardest to be the best stepfather he could be.)

Now that the babe had been born and had been dictating their lives for the past months, Killian was just tired. Constantly. After spending practically centuries captaining the Jolly with a limited sleep schedule, Killian had thought he had at least been prepared for this aspect of fatherhood. He hadn’t. Reality had sunk in quickly and ruthlessly when his son had arrived home. The days seemed to bleed into each other painfully with no end in sight for midnight, two o’clock, four o’clock and six o’clock cries for feedings, cuddles and diaper changes. The worst thing was that it hadn’t petered out over the months like all the parent books promised, much to his dismay. No, instead of sleeping more, his son was sleeping less now that his teeth had decided to come in early. Their sleep schedule was even more messed up now especially since new teeth were not as easy to placate as a nightly need to feed. Though Killian loved his son fiercely, the sleep deprivation was jarring and he felt more like a zombie than he did when he was actually dead.

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Baby Fever (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Requested by @5sosandsoph

Spencer sees you holding your baby niece and gets serious baby fever! He talks to everyone after that about having kids and keeps hinting at you for them! 💖💖

I’m gonna involve Morgan and Hotch in this because it’s not CM without them. Also I hate commas. If I made a mistake, please tell me.

Only positive or helpful feedback is welcomed, so feel free to leave some!

“She’s s so adorable,“You said to your sister, while looking at the small baby in your arms.

You promised your sister you would be there for the birth of her little girl. You were so excited to become an aunt and that didn’t go unnoticed.
Spencer, your husband of a year, had seen how excited you were about this and was pretty excited himself. It was one in the morning when you got the call and you urged Spencer to get into the car so you can be there in time. Six hours later little Sydney was born and Spencer couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
Spencer had been thinking about asking you if you wanted to start family of your own, but seeing you with your niece. He knew his answer.

"When am I going to be an aunt?” Spencer was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Ruth, (Y/N)’s sister, whispered to him.

“I’m going to start asking her soon, I just have to muster up the courage,” he replied. (Y/N) was in her own world with baby Sydney, so she wouldn’t here their conversation.

“You hunt down serial killers for a living! How hard could it be!” She said to him.

“Harder then you think. Remember it took me almost a year to ask (Y/N) on a date and eight more years for me to propose.” Spencer reminded her.

“Well it better be soon, Sydney isn’t even a day and (Y/N) is a great aunt. Think how she would act if she became a mom. Plus Sydney will need a cousin her age,” Ruth said to him.

Spencer blushes. “She would be amazing,” Spencer says, looking staring at (Y/N) lovingly.

“What’s on your mind Pretty Boy?” Morgan asked him, clapping him on the shoulder. JJ noticed that Spencer wasn’t working as fast as he usually did, so she tagged along with Morgan too.

Spencer thought for a moment on how to tell them. “I want to start a family with (Y/N),” he finally spoke.

JJ smiled. “Spence that’s great!”

“What makes you want to have a family?” Morgan asked, a smile adorning his face as well.

“Well, (Y/N)’s sister had her baby a week ago and (Y/N) is so excited to finally be an aunt. She is so good with the baby and I keep imagining her as a mom,” he told them.

“Imaging who as a mom?” Garcia had come over and asked.

“(Y/N),” JJ answered.

“Oh my gosh! Are you having the baby talk! I call Godmother!” Garcia exclaimed.

“No, not yet. I want to but I don’t know how to tell her,” Spencer told her. “Hey JJ! Did you and Will have the baby talk?” He asked JJ.

“Sorry Spence, Henry and Micheal were surprises for us.” She replied, “Try asking Hotch or Rossi.” She added.

It was Spencer’s lunch break and he was on his way to the elevator. Hotch was already in the elevator and held the door for him.

“Thanks,” Spencer said.

“No problem,” he replied.

“Can I ask you something?” Spencer asked.

“You always can,” He replied. Hotch was the father figure in the group of agents and always took on a sincere role when he senses nervousness in others on his team.

“Before you had Jack, did you and Haley ever talk about starting a family?” He asked.

“I don’t remember if we did or not. We had Jack soon after we were married.” He said.

Spencer sighed. “I can’t get answer from anyone,” he said quietly.
“Reid, are you okay?” Hotch asked him.

“Yes,” He said quickly. “It’s just that I want to start a family with (Y/N) and I don’t know how to tell her,” He said.

The elevator doors opened and they walked out. “I think you should tell her how you feel about this,” Hotch said.

“Thanks Hotch,” Spencer said, walking trough the doors to the office.

“Anytime” Hotch said, following him in and making his way to his office. “Oh and Spencer,”

“Yeah” he said.

“I think you and (Y/N) would make great parents,” Hotch said with a slight smile.
Spencer blushed and smiled too.

Later, when Spencer got up to get more coffee, he spotted Rossi.
“Hey Rossi!” Spencer said to him.

“Heya Kid! What can I do ya for?” The older agent asked him.

“I’d like to ask you something,” he said. “If it’s not to personal,” he quickly added.

“Sure Kid, fire away,” he said.

“Did you ever talk to one of your wives about starting a family?” Spencer asked nervously.

“Well I wasn’t expecting that,” he said with a chuckle.”But to answer your question, yes.”

“You did? How did you talk it out?” He asked.

“Well it was first wife, Carolyn, we weren’t doing so well and she asked me about it. Now I couldn’t say no to her and being the gentleman I am, I complied.” He said chuckling.

“There was no serious conversation about it?”

“Nope. She just said she wanted a baby. Sorry kid,” Rossi said.”Let me guess, you want to have a baby with (Y/N) and don’t know how to tell her,” he added.
“Yeah,” Spencer replied shyly.

“Well I wish you the best of luck,” Rossi said.

“Thanks,” Spencer said smiling.

It was the end of the day and Spencer still didn’t know what to say to (Y/N). He thought of her saying no, he thought of her saying yes. She loved Henry and Micheal, she even babysits Jack sometimes. Now that Sydney is here, who knows how long she’ll be over.

“(Y/N)?” He called out, walking through the door.

“Kitchen!” She called back.

He walks into the kitchen to see her putting dinner on the plates. It’s the baked spaghetti that Rossi taught them a few nights ago. He wraps his arms around her waist.

“Hi,” he said into her hair.

“Hi. Dinner is almost ready,” (Y/N) said.

“Smells delicious,” he complimented.

“Why thank you,” she said back. “But you should really thank Rossi, he’s the one who taught us,”

“True,” he said, kissing the top of her head and walking off with the plates to the table.

Dinner went by fast. They spent the entire time talking about their day. Spencer had the same old case files to finish and (Y/N) went to go see Sydney, again. When the dishes were washed and put away, they went to the couch and watched reruns of Doctor Who. Spencer thought now was a good time.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

“Ya?” She turned to face him.

“How much do you love Sydney?” He asked.

“Is that even a question! With all my heart!” She said laughing.

Spencer chuckled as well. “Do you think you’d be the same way with your own children?”

“If I had any, yes. Why do you ask?”

Spencer turned his whole body towards her and cleared his throat. “I want to have a baby,”

(Y/N) smiled at him. “Really?”

“Yes, really. I’ve always wanted to have a family, I just couldn’t find the right person. Once you came into my life, I knew it had to be you. Seeing you with Sydney makes me so happy and I just can’t stop picturing you holding a child, our child. So, do you want to have a baby?”

(Y/N) was filled with so much love for him. She crawled onto his lap and gave him a heated kiss. Breaking apart for air, she said. “Let’s have a baby,” and pulled him into another heated one, pushing him down in the process.

Spencer quickly walked into the conference room. He was running late thanks to (Y/N), not that he minded, but they had a case to attend to.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, putting down his stuff.

“It’s alright, you didn’t miss much,” Hotch said smirking.
In fact everyone was smirking. They could all tell that (Y/N) had agreed to the idea of having a baby. How? Maybe it was Reid’s disheveled hair, his ruffled clothing, or the hickey he had peaking out from behind his collar.

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Sweet Summer Days (CS + candy kisses)

Summary: Killian and Emma take their little girl to the fair; Future fluff

Rating: G/PG

Word Count: 1,122

“Papa! Papa! Up!” The sweet little voice demanded excitedly, joined with ten chubby little fingers on tiny hands, opening and closing excitedly as his four-year-old daughter wriggled like a newborn pup and practically bounced on her tiptoes while she reached her arms out to him. Morgan’s green eyes, as bright and beguiling as her mother’s, held him under her sway - just as his Emma’s had from the very beginning. Her sweet, childish cry might not have stood out to most in amidst the din of people laughing and calling to one another all around them, the clang and whir of fairground rides and games and the midway music, but his ears knew his daughter’s voice well and would recognize it anywhere.

Giving Emma an arched brow of curiosity at their miniature princess’s suddenly pressing demand, Killian Jones stopped to catch her in his arms and pick her up as requested. The chuckle upon holding her close and feeling her little body practically vibrate with enthusiastic glee escaped before he could stop it, as he wondered just how much more fun Morgan could stand before combusting on the spot.

Once he and Emma had married, they had often attended the county fair held in late July a few towns up the coast from Storybrooke, with Henry in tow. However, it had been a few years since they had done so, and this was the first time their little pirate queen had ever seen such a fantasia. Morgan’s eyes had been wide as saucers upon exiting the Bug and entering the fairgrounds, her riot of dark curls had whipped out from her head wildly as she turned her gaze from side to side in an attempt to take it all in at once. The animals in numerous barns - she’d pronounced the Pygmy goats her favorite and declared that Grandma Snow and Grandpa Dave needed one for their farm - the lights blinking and whirling from Ferris wheels and Tilt-a-Whirls, the carneys calling out for passersby to try their hands at challenges to win a prize, and the scents of myriad delicacies (dubiously considered such, in Killian’s opinion) like deep fried Twinkies and funnel cakes, had practically boggled his little girl’s mind, unsure what she wanted to experience first.

They had only just succeeded in getting Morgan to pause for a lunch break, and Killian had gone to procure hot dogs for all three of them, French fries for himself and Morgan, and a Bloomin’ Onion for Emma, as he knew she would have insisted on partaking of one before they left at any rate. They then planned to have a seat on the grassy hill near the outdoor stage where musical entertainment of some sort was soon to commence. The two hot and tired adults in their merry trio could only hope that a meal and a show would be enough to hold Morgan’s interest for at least a half hour. Their feet and legs needed some respite before she urged them on to see more wonders.

However, once Killian had picked his daughter up and held her at eye level, while Emma spread out their picnic blanket and arranged the food he’d returned with, that his mischievous ladies had already partaken in some sort of treat while he was gone. Morgan was still smacking her lips, and there were clear traces of caramel and sprinkles lingering at the corners of her mouth and on her chin, not to mention that when her fingers affectionately patted his cheeks he could feel the sticky residue they left behind.

“Started without me, did you, my little scalliwag?” he teased her, narrowing his eyes playfully while pretending to be cross.

Morgan chortled merrily in response, her little nose scrunching up and her eyes crinkling almost closed with her laughter. For a second, she laid her forehead on his shoulder, giggling, and then she snapped upright again, her eyes meeting his with a twinkle as she blurted out, “It was Mama’s idea! She said we had to try a candied apple!”

“Oh, did she indeed?” Killian questioned, eyeing Emma with equal parts mischief and heat over his daughter’s shoulder. “Is that the way you wish to play, Love? Send me off to procure provisions, and then the two of you indulge without me?” His eyebrows practically danced as he baited his wife in her turn.

Emma merely shrugged. “Hey Captain, you were gone quite a while.” With a smirk, she added, “We got too hungry to wait, didn’t we Baby?”

Morgan nodded emphatically, still grinning from ear-to-ear. Yet even as she unrepentantly helped her mum give him a hard time, in the next moment she melted her father’s pirate heart. “It was really good, Papa,” she whispered into his ear, pulling him closer with her little arms around his neck. “I bet if you asked her, Mama would get you one too.”

A soft chuckle escaped Killian at that before he kissed his little girl on the tip of her nose and set her back on the ground where they could all take their places to eat. “Aye, perhaps she would,” he murmured softly, his voice low and rumbling seductively as he once more lifted his gaze to study Emma over Morgan’s head from under long, dark lashes.

Their daughter had moved on to other interests, exclaiming over her own plate of French fries and clapping with delight as she reached forward to try them. Emma handed both he and Morgan bottled waters, never taking her eyes from his as she did so, but returning his stare with a smoldering look of her own.

Without wasting another second, she leaned forward, tapping her lips which had quirked upward insouciantly, just as he had done to her years ago in a sweltering jungle. “Perhaps I might,” she whispered huskily, “if you asked me nicely.”

A lazy, toe-curling grin spread across his face as Killian leaned forward to meet her in the middle. Morgan was oblivious to them, munching her food and watching band which had begun playing with rapt attention, no interest to spare for her amorous - and grateful - parents. As their mouths met, Killian wove his fingers through Emma’s tumbled blond locks and ever-so-slowly, with decided intention, traced his tongue along her tempting pink lips.

The taste of sweet caramel lingered on her lips and tongue as he sampled hungrily, more drawn in with every breath. Sticky, perfect, and intoxicating, her kiss engaged not just his taste buds, but all his senses, dizzily. He was drunk on her, as thrilled and enamored as ever. Candy kisses, indeed, and he would never have enough.

by @snowbellewells

Pennywise The Dancing Clown x Reader: Summer Days Part 5/5

 A/N: Doctor Maturin helps the reader deliver their baby as The Losers come to their aid.

Originally posted by sikanapanele

Originally posted by time-2-float

Doctor Maturin came into your house after you told him that there was a spare key under the mat. He came in and carried you upstairs into your bedroom. He put you on your bed and checked you over. “You’re not dilated yet, (Y/N).” “What?” “You have a few hours…” “I can’t…wait…” You gasped. “I know, dear. I know. Just…talk to me. Okay. Can you do that?”

“Talk to you?” “Mhm. What have you named your daughter?” He asked. “I-I don’t know, okay.” You yelled as you felt another contraction in your body. “It’s okay. Shhh. Just look at me and…talk to me. It makes you forget you’re in pain.” He said to you, putting his hand on your head but you swatted it away.

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Out Of Nothing At All - Twenty Four

… Five months later…

“Guys that was a beautiful ceremony but I need to get that little guy off to bed.” JJ nodded over to the garden chair where Henry was currently slumped over, fast asleep.

“It’s long past Jack’s bedtime too, so I think we’ll head off as well.” Aaron ruffled his sons hair, looking down to where Jack was sat holding Saoirse, still utterly transfixed by her.

Five months had passed since the birth of your daughter. Five…. you were meant to say glorious months, but you’d be lying.

You’d been exhausted for the first three months and how Spencer had not upped and left, you didn’t know.

Saoirse had been a colicky baby and for two months immediately after she’d been born you’d barely had any sleep. You’d yelled at Reid so many times and then broken down crying afterwards, scared he’d leave.
He hadn’t though. And he’d been patient and kind, and loving with both you and her. She was, almost annoyingly, a complete Daddy’s girl. Her face lit up when he entered the room and nights when she wouldn’t settle for you, she’d settle for him. But then there were also nights she’d cry and cry for you and only your lullaby would soothe her, so that made you feel needed again.

Once the colic had passed and you’d gotten into a routine, life had become much more enjoyable. She was generally a happy baby. But gosh, she liked to be talked to though. Reid’s fault, you always thought. Those damn books on tape he’d made you play to her whilst she was inside.

Whenever you were pottering around the house cleaning, you had to give her a running commentary of what you were doing. Or else she’d cry. So anyone walking past your kitchen window when it was open would hear something along the lines of:

“Mommy’s cleaning Little S…. Cleaning up Daddy’s freaking coffee and sugar mess…. Oh look, Daddy has actually emptied the dishwasher… Well done Daddy, first time all week. If only we could teach him to… Why is there a book in the fridge? Little S, did you put the book there? I know I didn’t. What shall we do with it? Hide it from Daddy? Yes let’s hide it……”

Your’s and Spencer’s relationship had surprised no one else but yourselves. Everyone in the team admitted that they’d thought you two were perfect for each other for a long while, long before you were even pregnant. You’d settled into a partnership nicely, the feelings you had for him only growing stronger with each day. He’d moved into your bedroom once you were home from the hospital, although up until a month ago there’d been no…. funny business. You’d been far too sore at first and then, just scared.

But it had happened, and he’d reassured you afterwards that it felt exactly the same and it definitely was NOT baggy. And now Saoirse was settled into a routine and you had more energy, you were starting to get to know each other again in the bedroom. Condoms were definitely not being forgotten this time though and at your doctor’s urging, you’d had the coil fitted.

You were still off work on maternity leave and would remain off for another month. You were returning to the BAU but only part time and only in an office based position for now. You’d help Garcia with the technical side of things and keep the filing up to date. Kate was staying on as your replacement, and having you in the office as well meant that in theory, filing wouldn’t build up as much. 

Spencer and you had found a nanny that was coming to spend three days a week with Saiorse, a middle aged woman named Julie. You’d interviewed for weeks before finally coming across her. It was the bag of books that she’d bought with her that had sold her to Reid, and her no nonsense attitude that had sold her to you.

Today had been the naming ceremony. Penelope had planned the whole thing, completely taking over your house when you’d given her permission to do so. Neither you or Spencer were religious so Penelope had performed the ceremony herself, giving each of the team things to say and do throughout.

When it had come to appointing legal guardians in case of emergency, you’d selected Aaron and Spencer had selected JJ. They’d both been elated and the choices made total sense for both of you. Aaron had been there throughout and him and Jack were a continued presence, coming over at least once a week if they could. Jack was smitten with Saoirse, the little girl that had kicked him when she was inside you. It was adorable to see him sitting and reading to her and you and Aaron couldn’t help but make eyes over the top of his head wondering if perhaps your prediction from the hospital room all those months ago, would come true. JJ had been a great help to you as well, on hand to offer motherly advice which you knew you wouldn’t get from your own mother.

Your own mother hadn’t been to see her new grandchild, and you hadn’t expected her to. She’d sent a Tiffany rattle and some cashmere baby blankets along with a bottle of champagne but that had been it. You’d invited her to today’s ceremony out of courtesy, not surprised to receive a note with her apologies. Liam however had made an effort. Since reaching out to you that night she’d call at least once a week and both her and George, along with their children had come down for the day, checking into a hotel nearby. It was strange, embarking on a relationship with a sibling you’d grown up hating, but you were taking baby steps and were actually coming to realise that you had more in common with each other than you’d initially thought.

Diana had been able to make the trip as well, with the assistance of an aid. You and Spencer had visited Vegas when Little S was two months old and the look on the woman’s face as she’d held the granddaughter she thought she’d never get was enough turn the water works on for both you and the nurses in the room. When she’d heard that you and Reid were now a couple, her grin had become even wider and as she’d embraced you when it was time to leave, all she could do was whisper “thank you”  to you, over and over.

Once Aaron and JJ announced their intentions to leave, it seemed to signal leaving time for the other guests too. The team were coming over tomorrow to help tidy up so you sent Spencer off to put Saoirse to bed as you saw the last of the guests out and locked up.

You were exhausted, happy but exhausted. As you climbed the stairs to bed you could hear the sound of Spencer singing quietly to her.

The boy couldn’t sing for shit, for it was still the sweetest and cutest thing hearing him trying to soothe her to sleep with the lullaby you’d sang to her when she was snug inside your tummy. You leant against the nursery door for a moment, watching him in the wooden rocking chair, adoration all over his face.

You smiled and let out a happy sigh. Spencer heard you, glancing up and grinning at you. “I’ll put her down in a minute, I just want to make sure she’s fast off.”

“Okay…. Don’t be too long.” You headed into your bedroom, taking your make up off and getting ready for bed.

Sitting there, an idea began to form in your head. There was only one thing that bothered you about this whole situation and that was…… the baby’s surname. You didn’t regret giving her the surname Reid, it meant more to him that it did to you.

But you weren’t lying when you’d said that you wanted your children to have the same surname as you. And you loved Spencer, more than you dared to admit sometimes.

As he walked into the bedroom, looking handsome as hell with his shirt sleeves rolled up and the buttons undone at the collar, it became clear to you what needed to happen.

“Spence…. Come here a second.” You reached out your arm for him, taking his hand as he came closer and pulling him down next to you on the bed.

“Today was good wasn’t it?” you asked him.

“Today was amazing Y/N. What’s wrong… You look, well… Kinda lost in your own thoughts again.”

“Nothing’s wrong. In fact, for the first time in my life everything is actually going right. Spence, you and Saoirse, you’re all that I never knew I wanted. I never imagined I could feel this much love for another human being, let alone two human beings. I love you both so much.”

“Y/N, it still feels so amazingly strange to hear you say those words to me. Strange but so very right. And you know that I love you too. I adore you, not just for giving me Little S, but for giving me you.” He started to kiss your cheek, moving from one to the other, pushing your hair aside as he did.

Stopping him, you slid off the bed onto the floor so that you were kneeling before him.

“What are you doing?” he looked confused.

“Spence….. We’ve done everything else totally backwards so we might as well break tradition here too. I never wanted children. And… I never really wanted marriage either. But now I’ve got one, and I’ve got a partner that I love wholeheartedly….. I kinda want the other.”

You took a deep breath, hearing a soft, “oh my god” leave his lips as he realised where this was going.

“Spencer Reid, will you marry me?”

He burst out laughing.


Not the reaction you expected.

Seeing the hurt expression on your face, he quickly tried to rectify his actions.

“No no no, Y/N, I’m not laughing at you… I promise.” He climbed off the bed, rummaging in his sock drawer before joining you on the floor and kneeling in front of you.

“I was….. erm, I was going to give you this on your birthday in two weeks. I kinda had it all planned out, fancy meal, tickets to see a band I know you like. But seeing as you’ve spoilt the supprise.” He grinned at you before holding out a tiny velvet box.

Opening it you saw the most beautiful white gold engagement ring, purple amethysts and diamonds adorning it.

“So…. My answer, Y/N, is yes… If you’ll marry me.”

You nodded, laughing together as he took your hand and slid the ring onto your finger before pulling you in for a breathtaking kiss.

“Oh the others are going to go mental tomorrow when we tell them,” you giggled.

“Probably not you know, they seemed to have been more sure about us all along than we have.” He stood, reaching down for your hands ready to pull you up. “Now, how tired are you exactly?  Because I think we’ve got some celebrating to do.”

Looking at up at him at laughing again, you reached for his belt.

“Dr Reid, I think I’m in a fairly good position to start the celebrations off, don’t you?”

He looked down at you seeing your eyebrows raised and getting your meaning. Licking his lips he groaned, “Well.. You are down there already right?”

You pushed him lightly into sitting position onto the edge of the bed and started undoing his trousers.


Conceived In Love

Summary: Canon-compliant (at least for now) oneshot in which Killian and Emma discover that their baby has a congenital disorder/disability and Emma has a difficult pregnancy + PPD. Daddy Killian angst and lots of tears, but a happy ending. Title is from “Danny’s Song” by Annie Murray.

Length:  ~6,400 words

Rating: Teen/GA

Thanks to @haunted-nymph for encouraging me to post this! 

Link to AO3

He knew he would be nervous. He had accepted that he would be a bit hysterical at times. Hell, he’d even anticipated being frightened: Emma might be one of the strongest women ever to live, but that didn’t make her any less fragile or mortal. And pregnancy, Killian Jones knew, was one of the most dangerous conditions for a human being to live through.

What he didn’t expect was the feeling of sheer, shocking helplessness that came with being the father to a child that was already ill before it was born.

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anonymous asked:

I know this is scaling back your series like thirteen? (Christ Harrison is like thirteen now. Omfg) years but I really want to know how Emma and Killian found out about the first baby pirate Harrison (captain of the crew?)

Hi there! I’m so sorry that you waited so long for this. Unfortunately, I’m just a slow worker. With that being said, I don’t mind scaling back. I don’t write them chronologically. (I should perhaps write a timeline on when each story is taking place though.) 

In regards to Harrison being the captain of the crew? He’s more the quartermaster than the captain. Beth is more the captain since she can manipulate people to do her bidding the best. Quartermasters were vessel navigators; pirate quartermasters were elected by the crew and ranked higher than any officer except captain. Harrison is more of a guider than a demander, so I see him as a navigational guy. (I put way too much thought into this. Ignore me.)

Anyway, getting all that out of the way. Killian finding out about Harrison is a very angsty story. If you wanted a happy pregnancy reveal story, you picked the wrong kid. Like Harrison’s origin story is kinda horrible. This takes place three months after the finale. Please note that this angst-ridden ridiculousness has a lot of disturbing themes including child death and abortion. However, I mean this is at the way beginning. Like arguably this is the beginning of the Little Pirates timeline, so as angsty as this is, there is light at the end of the tunnel. Anyway, this is 4,100+ words of Killian discovering Emma is pregnant with Harrison.

There were some days when the good guys won but not everyone got a happy ending. Those were the hardest for Emma, who had been prophesied since birth to be the Savior, and had been told it was her duty to save everyone and bring back the happy endings. Today was one of those days.

For once the tragedy of the day wasn’t because magic or anything fairytale related at all, but a tragic tale of a broken family where one unhinged father discovered he wasn’t a father at all and decided the best course of action was to hunt down his wife and her children.

Killian had shot the husband when he had turned his weapon on Emma, saving ten-year old Ana Maria and eight-year old Dante but they couldn’t save the wife nor her six-year old son Oscar. The wife had been found shot in the back of the head in the residence. He and Emma had arrived too late for Oscar who had been suffering from a gunshot wound to the stomach. Emma sat with the boy as they had called for an ambulance, holding her hand against the wound in hopes of stopping the flow despite the blood pouring out between her fingers and pooling onto her jeans. She had held him close, whispering how it was going to be okay despite the fact that both Killian and Emma knew it was far from okay. Oscar had died before the paramedics had arrived and Emma had cradled his body close to hers, running her hands through his dark hair and tears silently streaming down her cheeks.

Killian had known that there was nothing he could do or say to make it better. He had felt this in his bones. He had tried to comfort her in a physical way, reaching for her hand and trying to put an arm around her shoulders. She had shrugged off both attempts so Killian let her be. David, who helped answer the call with them since they were having dinner together at Emma’s parents’ place, hadn’t gotten the memo, trying to tell Emma it wasn’t her fault or how “no team bats a thousand” - whatever the bloody hell that meant. Emma had just nodded absently in response, blood still covering her hands and mascara leaving trails under her eyes; David’s words hadn’t even penetrated the surface. She was lost somewhere dark in her head, beyond their reach.

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lunaaka  asked:

Are all right ? So how about a scenario one is MC getting pregnant ?

For everyone else, this was to be changed to MC having a baby ^^


  • the least prepared
  • probably ready to go out somewhere and suddenly
  • shit, chiaki, my water broke
  • has you immediately rushed to the hospital
  • probably frets the whole time during labor
  • introduces mutsuki immediately and just
  • meet ur niece/nephew
  • ALSO MUTSUKI IS SO EXCITED but probably jealous let’s be real he wants all of brother chiaki’s attention


  • lets be real toma is always prepared for everything LMAO
  • and he’s just holding your hand the whole time, rubbing your tummy fondly and affectionately
  • super excited to start a family with you and to be the father that henry wasn’t
  • ready to give that child everything
  • and while you’re in labor / giving birth he’s just pacing with the most straightforward face
  • when the baby arrives he just… admires your beauty with your new child


  • unprepared af
  • panics more than you likely
  • always constnatly asking you if you’re in pain and it’s like, WELL YEAH
  • asks 30000000 questions to the doctors and nurses while you’re in labor
  • probably wouldn’t have it in him to be in the room during it
  • and would feel bad afterwards lol
  • would try to come make it up to you and smother you with flowers and love
  • very shy around the baby bc like oh god that’s mine
  • he’s just so awestruck that something that he helped to make came out of you, like he knows how it works but holy shit the baby is so cute and e can’t take it


  • many jokes to get him through the anxiety and the pain that you and him are both suffering
  • probably would tease you about him likely seeing you poop when you push and get smacked in the process
  • but when the time comes he’s just holding firmly onto your hand and urging you
  • letting you squeeze the fuck out of his hand and just cheering you on
  • when the baby finally arrives he just
  • “I worked so hard to bring you into this world.”


  • but would be like, no, i’m your boyfriend and i have to be here fro you and support you like you have for me
  • doesn’t say much during it all, just is there and holds you and lets you even crush his hands in your grip even at the risk of hurting his fingers
  • Already so enamored by the baby once they’re cleaned off
  • and while you’re feeding them / resting / just holding the new life in your hands
  • he just comes over and presses a sweet chaste kiss against your forehead and your lips and just
  • your love that you share goes unspoken and just the way he’s keeping himself around you, you know exactly what he’s feeling and you’re just content with the new family you’re going to start


  • silent and stoic type but like
  • while he’s with you, he’s just constnatly eyeing you and gauging your reaction and your words and your pain
  • feels horrible because he can’t stop those labor pains
  • in the moments before labor actually starts, you’re talking about the new life ready to join the world and
  • he’s talking about how he’s going to protect you forever, and the child too especially and how you’re his and
  • wouldn’t be able to stomach the actual birth but would do it anyway because he wants to share that moment with you
  • coddles you close to him while your baby is in your arms, and he can’t help but gush about the future of your life together
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“You think that’d be ok?” Emma asked, voice low and nervous. She couldn’t imagine how he’d actually heard her. Of course he had.

He beamed at her, eyes bright and this wasn’t fair. He wasn’t playing fair – between the tux and the baby holding and that stupid, supportive smile that might have been three quarters of the reason she’d fallen in love with him in the first place, Emma was a lost cause.

“I do,” Killian said, thumb trailing across her collarbone. Emma’s hands landed on the front of his jacket, tugging him towards her and they should get better at this whole responding thing because it seemed, more often than not, they ended up kissing instead.

AN: Guys. Guys. Guuuuuys. This is the last week of updates and I am a mess of emotions and feelings and general thankful’ness for how consistently fantastic you are. @laurnorder & @distant-rose continue to be the greatest humans - EVEN IN HURRICANES. Tell them they are fantastic, internet. 

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anonymous asked:

17. Laflams

17.) “You’ll die and I can’t watch the person I love die.”

Thanks to @coffee-quill for letting me play in her Vampire verse for a bit!

Content Note: Blood, period typical homophobia

The war was over. The white flag flown. British troops retreating. Go home, boys, show’s over.

All John could do was wonder what would happen now. He’d spent the bulk of the war under the protection of two vampires, and now it was over, their little world was closing. He supposed Lafayette and Alexander would move on, continue their wandering of the globe. Together. He’d return to Charleston and…

And what?

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By Your Side

Hello my name is Ingrid or @queeningrid on tumblr and I just wanted wish you Happy Holidays. I had a chance to stop by your blog and I absolutely loved it. I hope you enjoy the story @jedichick04

Rating: General Audiences

#Oliver/Felicity #Olicity #Mariage #SlightChildbirth #TheaQueen #DonnaSmoak #MentionsofWilliamClayton #Christmas #MentionsofJohnDiggle

December 2017

“I know I very rarely say this, but I don’t want to go out tonight. It’s Christmas Eve” Felicity stated as her and Oliver made their way to the Bunker.

“Felicity you are Jewish”, Oliver joked, causing her to snicker

 She had been laughing still as they entered the bunker. Rolling her eyes.  Felicity stopped his movements forward as she came closer and pulled him down, giving him a soft kiss.

“I just love this time of year though, and wouldn’t it be better to be at home snuggled on the coach watching Christmas movies.”

“Definitely, and we will”, Oliver answered. “Right after we catch those bank robbers.”

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This Isn’t The Last Time

This was supposed to be an Outlaw Queen wedding but it just turned into a somewhat angsty, Snow Queen thing. I might plan a part two of the actual wedding if anyone wants a part two (looking at you, my two likes) The original idea for this formed when I thought of Roland in a suit and at the urges of @its-a-story-of-love and @madjeknotts they said to write it so even though it didn’t turn out the way I originally planned, I’m still proud of this little ball of kinda-angst I’ve created. So yeah, have fun :) Read it here or ff.net

She feels sick.

That’s the only thing she can feel.

There’s no excitement, no glow radiating off her, no happiness. Nope. Just this nausea, a twirling stomach every time she thinks of this day, looks at that dress. It just sends her stomach into somersaults, wishing that there were still a few days left, a few more days to process everything.

And she’d been so happy. So, so happy when that question had came. In the quietness of their living room, tucked away from the world, in the safe comfort of each other, half asleep when the questioned had been asked. Indirectly, of course. What started off sounding like nothing more than a curious question- a, What would you do if I asked you to marry me? her overworked and tired brain mumbling, Probably say yes, not a lot of thought really put into the answer. Only when the true intention of the seemingly curious question had turned not so curious after all did it really sink in.

So you would then?

Would what?

Marry me?

She’d opened her eyes then, blinking a few times as it sunk in. What he was really asking her. It was only made more real by the ring that was facing her on his knee. The box open and inside holding a silver ring with three blue sapphire stones either side. And all she did was stare.

She’d been here twice before, both on the same day. Stared at Daniel’s ring with freedom and Leopold’s with fear. One she kept, the other she lost. And now a third sits in front of her.

She brought her eyes up to meet Robin’s, saw the blue pools filled with hope, a desperation that she’d say yes, just like she told him she would. In a haze, she’d nodded her head, not really feeling all there but Robin’s worried look turned into a wide smile as he slipped the ring onto her finger.

It had been the happiest she’d ever felt. A real happy ending in sight.

Now that happiness had been replaced with this. This nasty, horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.

She has no reason to be feeling like this. She wants this. Has wanted it since that day, maybe even before if she thought hard about it, but now…she wishes it was anything but this day.

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This is my first time writing so bear with me. Also, English is not my first language so sorry for the grammatical errors!!

Prompt: Being married to Henry Cavill.

POV: you (the reader)

slightly nsfw!!!

You wake up to the smell of coffee and pancakes, and you wrap yourself in a robe. You walk to the kitchen and see the most perfect sight in the morning.

Henry in his boxers with an apron on, cooking.

You stay near the table, leaning slightly on a chair, and you watch him. He effortlessly flips the pancakes on the pan, and he throws it on the plate, spreading butter on top of it, just like the way you want it. He sees you and places the plate on the table. You walk up to him and he kisses you hard and rough.

You open his mouth for him and moan. You continue kissing for a while, not getting tired. He breaks the kiss, panting. “Good morning, baby.” He says, running his hand not busy with setting the plate in your hair.

“Good morning, Henry.” You answer, kissing him on the corner of his mouth and sitting at one of the chairs in the dining table, facing the window showing a very beautiful view of Central Park.

You’ve been married to Henry for six months now. Henry was getting homesick so you told him that you two should go to Jersey and you did. You spent a week with his folks and his five brothers and at the end of the week, you got married, only family and closest friends around.

After that, every day feels like it’s still the first day after getting married. He never gets tired of preparing meals for you, bringing you to dates, spoiling you, and the sex. Jesus Christ. The sex is mindblowing. He is one insatiable sex machine, and you are not complaining.

He seats down at the chair at the head of the table and eats his 20 pancake stack and a dozen bacon strips. He makes you coffee and places it in front of you. “Are you still gaining weight for Supes?” You ask, your mouth full.

“Yes I am. I’m also tired of eating so much when all I want to do is get me good pizza and doughnuts. I need to maintain my shape.” He says, digging in on the pancakes.

“Why did you have to be so gorgeous that you are the closest resemblance of Clark Kent in our universe?” You sigh, pinching his cheek.

“Am I sensing my wife being insecure and jealous of my job?” He says, holding your hand that’s still pinching his cheek.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just getting used to the fact that people are so attracted by you. That you naturally arouse the crowd. You even get straight men confused.” You say, taking a sip of coffee.

“First, I’m not gorgeous. Second, I don’t control how the world sees me. And lastly, even though they get attracted and well, aroused by me, you are the only person who can do those things to me.” He says, kissing your hand. You blush.

Finishing his stack of pancakes, he extends his hand to reach out the bacon in your plate. “Are you done?” He asks. You nod, not caring.

He eats your food, and he reaches for the last piece of bacon in your plate. “Henry! Stop eating!” You swat his hand and eat the bacon off the plate.

“Look at that. You just needed me to eat it first.” He says, smiling.

You roll your eyes and he kisses your cheek. “I need to get ready for work.” He says as he pulls you to sit in his lap.

“I thought you needed to get ready to work.”

“Give me some sugar.” He urges, his eyes blue and beguiling. You look at the table and grab the jar where you keep sugar. He laughs.

“I shouldn’t have married a smart, wonderful woman like you.” He says as he kisses your neck, running his hands in your arms.

“Henry.” You say, squirming. He runs his hand on your thigh, raising the hem of the robe deliberately, and he reaches your waist and he gasps. You are wearing nothing under the robe. He runs his hand lower, lower, and you are still, anticipating. You look at his hand and look up at him, and he’s smirking. He inserts a finger into you and you groan. You see the clock behind him and snap back to reality

“Henry. You can’t afford to be late for work!” You say, standing up from his lap, gasping, missing contact.

“Okay.” He says as he pinches your ass.

“Damn it!” You exclaim. He caresses your butt and spanks you lightly. You shriek, surprised.

“Stop being so playful!” You scold him, starting to wash the dishes.

He stands behind you and wraps his arms around you. You lean to him and he kisses your hair. “Okay, I’ll take a shower. You really don’t want to join me?” He asks one last time and you shake your head. He smiles and goes to the bathroom, showing you his bare ass before closing the door.

You finish washing the dishes and sit down on the couch.  You play with Kal, your dog, and he climbs up the couch, lying at your lap. You pet him and ruffle his hair. He licks your jaw and naps quietly on your lap.

Henry comes out the shower, just wearing a tiny towel hanging dangerously low on his waist. You inhale his smell, and he smells damn good, like mint, aftershave and something more. You clasp his hand and you realize his wedding ring isn’t on anymore. He sits beside you, pulling you close.

Portraying Clark Kent, Henry needs to be a bachelor. Clark Kent didn’t settle, according to the movies. That’s why during filming, he needs to remove his wedding ring. Even though this has been going on for months, it still hurts you a little.

“I hate doing this.” He says, looking at your hands and looking right back at you.

“That’s fine.” You say, kissing his hand.

“If I just had a choice, but Zack won’t let it go. All these Clark Kent isn’t taken crap is annoying the fuck out of me.” He says.

“Don’t worry. These rings doesn’t matter.” You say, reassuring him.

“It does. You always get so sad when I remove it.” He says.

“I’m sorry.” You say. He smiles.

“I completely understand. If I were you, I would’ve probably made a mark or something so that they’ll know you’re with someone.” He says.

You smirk and his eyes widen.

“What are you planning?” He asks. You laugh. “Nothing.” You say.

You kiss his jaw and suck on it, making him exhale sharply.  You bite it and let go, and see a reddish mark getting formed with the shape of your lips.

He smiles. “Thank you.” You say, grinning widely.

He just smiles, his eyes wide, amazed. “I can’t believe you did that.” He exclaims, touching the love bite.

“Well, believe it. Now get your ass off here and go to work. Come home to me, okay?” You say, hoping he knows how much you mean it.

He laughs and gives you a kiss. “I always will.”

The Second Time Around

Written for Day 4 of AU Week: Another Time

Summary: Emma hadn’t planned on getting pregnant the first time. It had been pretty darn awful.

Things were a hell of a lot better the second time around.

Length: 1,463 words

Notes: Long story short, I’m having far too much fun with AU Week and I’m a sucker for pregnancy fics. 

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Emma was late.

She was very late.

Now, Emma was not the most punctual person in the world, but she wasn’t that variety of late.

Oh no, she was late late. It had been six weeks, she’d counted, and nothing. Her boobs were sore, she was tired as fuck, and walking from the station to Granny’s never used to be so tiring. Not wanting to make any assumptions, Emma had run to the pharmacy on her way home after bowing out early from work. A simple complaint of a migraine and her husband and father sent her home to get some rest.

She picked up two pregnancy tests at the pharmacy just to be safe. (It was easy, too easy, to convince Sneezy that she was buying them for an embarrassed friend)

And now, with the completed tests sitting on the bathroom counter, all Emma could do was wait. And pace.

All of a sudden, the timer on her phone went off, signaling that the tests were ready.

“Oh, God,” Emma muttered before steeling herself and going back in the bathroom.

Both of the tests were positive.


She was pregnant.

Holy fuck, she was pregnant.

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