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When your Pregnant for the first time

I went and closed voting early, since it was obvious who was going to win

Anyway, the length of these stories are not biased, just different require more details!!

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Chan: (241 Words)

You knew for about a week before you told Chan,

and it wasn’t like you were trying to keep it a secret, but he was always coming home late, at the studio.

The pregnancy had been planned, a while ago, but the results had been negative, so Chan wasn’t expecting much out of this one either, and just tried not to think about it too much.

“Where are you going?” You ask one night as Chan was sliding on his shoes. “Oh I just need to go down to the studio to get some things done..” he said. “Well when will you be back?” Hoping it was only an hour or so.

“Ehh, I’m not sure, don’t feel like you have to wait for me..” When Chan was vague like that, you knew it meant he wasn’t going to be home, until the early hours. So you stood, up and grabbed his jacket taking it off.

“It’s Friday night, and I need to talk to you..” You said planning to be straight forward with this. “Is it important, I just-..” Chan started to ask, but instead of giving him a look to prove your point you said. “It’s your call whether our children our important or not”

Chan stared at you for a good few seconds, before blinking and saying “Oh my gosh..we are, you are pregnant?” You nod, and Chan gives you soft hug, and kisses you.

“Thank you…”

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Minho: (461)

Minho runs a small business with his parents, but they make very good money, that they are almost considered and company and will be moving into a bigger building in the next few weeks.

With that Minho has been really busy, and you’ve also been his plus one to all these events. At one of these events Minho and his dad were butting heads as usual, while Minho’s mom had found her way to the alcohol table.

This is how the nights normally go, you opinion is constantly asked for, and you always having to chose between you in-law and husband. But this was anything from a normal night.

Everything started off normal, when one of the investors came over to you, he was the owner of a modeling company. “Are you the famous Mrs. Lee?” He asked.

You nod, as the man offers his hand for a dance, this was normal for strangers to ballroom danced, and you didn’t mind nor did Minho.

Normally these strangers were nicer about the way they were dancing, but he was just odd, swiftly swaying, and grabbing you hip making you a bit uncomfortable. “Your as beautiful as they say..” the man says.

Not knowing how to respond, you just thank him. After a while, you stop dancing, feeling sick, and dizzy, you stumble to the bathroom, you weren’t sure if that man had done anything to you.

You sat there for a while, the place had some pregnancy tests, and you weren’t thinking straight from the one glass of light champagne you had.

Jokingly you took, since the test was going to expire. To your shock it came out positive, you tried a newer one and then a 3rd one. All positive.

Now you were just freaking out, you had a glass of champagne earlier that night. You got up instantly washing up and ran out of there, you approached Minho who was still butting head with his father.

You grab his arm and say “Minho, we need to leave” you say panicked not wanting to say to much in front of his parents. “What sweetheart I’m in the middle of something.”

Minho you said again, it was the tears in your eyes, that made him snap out of his trance, and take you to the car. “Where do you need to go?” He asked as he was getting in the drivers seat.

“Hospital”

After getting checked out the doctors confirmed everything was healthy and that you just couldn’t drink anymore. You went out in the waiting room, to see a tired Minho,

“Are you okay?” He asked standing. Grabbing his hands you put them in your stomach. “We are perfectly fine.”

Minho had the biggest smile on his face all the way home.

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Changbin: (271)

Changbin and you had been looking into starting a family since marriage, but being mature adults you decided you were going to wait until later in your marriage, so you had time and money.

It was only the second year of you marriage, and you and Changbin were sitting in the bathroom waiting for the pregnancy test to get your results in. The silence had been deadly, not even a fly had buzzed.

You had been getting sick lately, and you also missed your period. Changbin and yours relationship had barely any secrets, and that’s how you kept it. As Changbin was sitting on the edge of the bathtub he says, “Please understand dear, I don’t mind if your pregnant, I really don’t, so please don’t think that I don’t want this, because I do..”

Changbin’s words were comforting “Thank you Bunny..” you say. 5 minutes had taken what felt like 5 years, when finally the timer beeped. You and Changbin make eye contact. “I want you to check it..” you say looking at Changbin with a slight smile.

After checking a million times if you were sure, Changbin removed the test from the cup. You close yours eyes not being able to look at his reaction. You feel one arm hug around you waist. “Open your eyes..” he says calmingly.

You open your eyes, to see the pregnancy test saying “Pregnant” you let out a sound of relief and disbelief. “We are..going to be parents” You say, tears building in your eyes as you hug Changbin.

He kisses the side of your head and says “We sure are Mama…”

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Hyunjin: (308)

“I told you he wasn’t the right man for you” Your dad says. “Appa! We’re not divorcing, we just need time to figure it out!” You say back.

“And don’t say that Yu-Kai! You love Hyunjin as if he was your own son!” Your mom says, and she holds your hand. “Are you going to even tell us what you two fought about?” She asks again.

You and Hyunjin had fought about your future, and Hyunjin told you he wanted kids just not yet. It was a stupid argument, and you would’ve have figured it out yourselves if you didn’t find you were pregnant.

You were scared of what Hyunjin would say about you, how he would react. You just sigh not wanting to explain to your mom.

“It was silly stuff, I’m just afraid to return to him..because I’m pregnant..” You confess. Both your parents eyes widen, “Honey you have to go back..” you father says.

“I know but..” you say before your mom cuts you off “No, Y/N you can’t do this alone, and Hyunjin needs to know! We’ll take you home now!”

Just as your parents were about to get up, the door bell rang, your answered the door, and there stood Hyunjin. He instantly hugs you, not to tightly. “I’m sorry..I shouldn’t have said what I did..” he says.

You look at him with tears in your eyes “I assume you saw the test..” Hyunjin nods. “If I had known I wouldn’t have said, even though I shouldn’t have said at all, because I didn’t mean it at all!”

Your dramatic Hyunjin was back in your arms, and how bad you missed, you just kissed him. He kissed you back.

Breaking the kiss he says “Are we going to be parents?”

You just nod as the two of you kiss again.

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Jisung: (460)

It was Jisung who told you were pregnant, but it was in a dream he told you, it had felt so weird. You wake up at 8AM, and you face your husband, who’s snoring with his puffed cheeks.

Remembering the dream, you feel dazed, and when you stand up you wobble a bit. After you get changed, Jisung will be shifting in his bed. He sat up and noticed you weren’t sitting next to him.

“Baby?” He says, looking around and he made eye contact with you. “Why are you up so early on a Friday?” He whines, making grabby arms for you to come back to bed. “I have to go to work, Ji-young had to cancel her shift, she has an ultrasound..”

Jisung pouts a little “I should just get you pregnant so you can stay home all day” you blush a little “Stupid squirrel, I own the cafe, anyway, see you later you pabo” you say kissing his lips.

You went through the day like normal, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. You tie your hair back as you help customers come.

A wealthy customer came in, he smelled like leather, and cologne, the smells were really getting to you. You had to excuse yourself to go throw up in the bathroom.

On your drive home, you stop by the pharmacy to pick up some nausea medication. All that was left was maternal nausea relief. You sigh, and start to leave, when you pass the pregnancy test. ‘It’s just a coincidence’ you told yourself.

You almost were out the door, when you looked at the hospital sign that was across the street. “Are you pregnant?” It asked. You were over the signs the world was giving, and you turned right around, and bought three pregnancy tests.

You get home, and see Jisung laying on the couch asleep. You go to the bathroom and set up the pregnancy tests, all you did was have to wait 10 minutes.

You go to the kitchen, to see that Jisung left you his fortune cookie from lunch, you smiled, and you opened it. “A new life will be here for you to take of”

Your eyes widened, as Jisung came behind you. “Hi cutie!” He says, nuzzling into your neck. You just turn around “I think I am pregnant!” You say, sounding distressed.

Jisung’s eyes widen, “That was random, have you taken a test?” You nod “There are three in the bathroom right now..”

As you wait you explain all the signs you got today,and Jisung listens, then the alarm goes off. The two of you went to the bathroom.

After seeing all three tests positive, Jisung’s chuckles, holding you. “Well now you have to stay home with me!”

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Felix: (331)

Felix had been preparing his dance class for their first on stage performance, in Paris France, and he has been there for about a week, and was performing tomorrow and coming back the next night. You had been anxious, because while he was gone you found out you were pregnant.

You and Felix wanted to experience every step together so when you found out by yourself, you felt so guilty, you feel even worse because you have yet to even tell him.

This wasn’t something you texted him though, so you had to wait till he came home.

You kept stressing about Felix’s safety, worried he wouldn’t make it back, and that you would have to raise your children on your own.

You were known to over think, and Felix was your sanity, but he wasn’t here, so you had to keep yourself preoccupied with tasks.

When the door opened the night of Felix’s return, you were so grateful for his return. You rush to the the door, and give your husband a hug.

“Hi sunflower!” Felix chuckled, clearly happy to be back with you. “Hi sunshine!” You say in return. You tried to sound normal, but this is Felix we are talking about of course he noticed.

“What is wrong, you seem off-?” He asked, you just look at him, unsure on how to tell me. “I made a mistake..” is all you say.

“That’s okay, we are all human, they happen!” Felix says smiling, you sigh, “No Felix, I feel bad about it..”

“Well let’s talk about it, and I can hopefully make you feel better!” Felix says, comforting. “I took a pregnancy test without you, I wasn’t thinking and-!” You say panicking, Felix puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Sunflower it’s okay..all that matters is the result..” Felix says, his eyes overflowing with curiosity. “Positive..” you say.

Felix smiles and says “I will be with you for the rest of the steps, I promise..”

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Seungmin: (428)

Bomi is your dog that you got with Seungmin when you were dating. She is a retired medical dog. While you and Seungmin were ready for kids, you just couldn’t seem to get pregnant.

You always get upset when you have every negative test. This time when you took the test, Seungmin was away at the store, you were hoping to surprise him.

Instead you just cried in the bathroom, Bomi had found you, and knew that her Mama was hurting, so she came over and laid on your lap. Only a few minutes later, Bomi was sniffing your stomach.

You giggled a little and said “I’m sorry Bomi, Mama can’t give you a little sibling..” Bomi just whined sitting up, and did a little paw motion.

That’s when it clicked in your head, Bomi was sensing something, you were terrified, because you knew Bomi mainly sensed cancer.

You grabbed your purse, and looked at Bomi, “Watch the house okay?” You walked out and drove yourself to the ER. After they ran a few tests and stuff, as you were waiting in the room, you saw that Seungmin was almost home.

“Mrs.Kim?” The nurse says, you look up, and she hands you a folder. “Congratulations..” is all she says as she walks away. You were a bit confused.

As you open the you open the folder you gasped in shock, tears filling your eyes. It was sonogram, of a little baby, at the top it said “Kim Y/N, 8 weeks”. You were shocked.

You had been taking pregnancy tests for so long, all of them being negative, your dog was able to tell you were pregnant.

You drive home, and you see Seungmin’s car, as you enter the house, Bomi rushes in between your legs her tail wagging. Seungmin looks up, “I thought you might’ve gone a walk to the park, I’m shock you didn’t take Bomi.”

Seungmin grabs your waist, “I saw the test in the bathroom, maybe it was wrong, have you try taking another?” Seungmin asks. You chuckled a little, “I actually went to the ER, Bomi was doing her little trick that she used as a medical dog”

Seungmin went pale, clearly thinking the same thing you had thought. “Is it cancer?” He asked, you shake your head and handed the folder.

Seungmin opened it and his eyes sparkled. “Bomi knew before you?” He asked and he nodded. Seungmin petted the dog “Bomi you smart girl!” He says happy.

As he goes to your level, he kisses you, “8 weeks pregnant..wow..”

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Jeongin: (401)

Jeongin had gotten home late from work, so when you woke up at 4AM, you tried you best not to wake him up, but you fell to the ground, about to throw up, you would rather him hold your hair, then clean up the floor.

“Jeongin-!” You gagged, but luckily he was a light sleeper, so he was by your side quickly, you just pointed at the toilet, and he got you there and held your hair, just in time for you to throw up.

He stayed by you whispering comforting words. “It’s okay” “It will be over soon”, and after 5 minutes of not getting sick, you turn and sit against the sink. “I’m sorry I know your probably tired..” You say guilt fills your heart.

Jeongin picks up your hand and kisses it. “Your my wifey, I said in sickness and in health for a reason..” Jeongin says acting cute, which cheers you up, “But do you think that you might be pregnant, I mean..we got drunk a few weeks ago..”

You remember the moment and nod a little. “Maybe..if I am, how does that effect us?” You asked, Jeongin stands up and grabs a pregnancy test. “We become parents, like we’ve wanted too, we weren’t trying to get pregnant right now, but if it’s going to happen, it might as well happen now”

You take the test, 2 just to be sure, and you two sit on the bathroom floor talking. “Yoon is going to tease me about this forever..” Jeongin says. “He just jealous of his older brother” you said nudging his side.

Jeongin lays his head on your shoulder, the alarm goes off, and Jeongin groans. You start to get up, but Jeongin beats you to it. You join him, still dizzy, you pull out the first test, and it shows the a positive result. Your eyes widen and the two of you look at each other.

When you pulled out the second one, you closed your eyes, it seems Jeongin had to because he said “What does it say?” “I don’t know I closed my eyes?!” You say back.

You both open yours eyes looking at the the test. Positive, Jeongin let out a squeal that made you jump. Jeongin picked you up and spun you around in you bathroom, and the he kissed you.

“I’m sorry, I- I just, I am really excited to be a dad!” He said with the brightest smile on his face.

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miniwheat77 · 9 months

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American Honey. Pt. 2 (Alejandro x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, unprotected p in v sex, reader nearly gets injured, pregnancy, poorly translated Spanish, (sorry if I missed any.)

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The difference everything had made for you, was astounding. Everyone was nice to you. They included you, showed you respect you’d never been shown ever before on this base.

You had to give it to them, they were loyal to their Colonel.

There were still a few of them that were skeptical after everything, and very few people knew of what had actually happened during the time you and Alejandro spent out there.

Rudy was one of them.

Alejandro was making you get check ups to make sure you were okay, he was getting them too but there was a risk for pregnancy. That’s what he worried about.

It had been a couple months since everything had happened and you avoided Alejandro like it was the plague. Any glance he sent you had your skin crawling. The evil bug in your brain convinces you that there’s nothing else to discuss between the two of you. He doesn’t like you, he tolerates you. He didn’t actually want you. How could he? So. When you held that paperwork in your hands, bloodwork from your latest exam. Your heart fell apart right in your chest. “I’m so sorry Y/N.” The medic sighs. Resting her hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s fine. Just..” you sigh. “If Alejandro asks. About anything. This is between you and me. As far as he will know everything came back fine, and the test was negative.” You look at her, holding her close to look you in the eyes. She sighs. “But Y/N.. I can’t lie to h-“

“Please.” Your voice is unsteady. “I will tell him when I’m ready. Just.. please. Keep this between us.” You hold onto her hand. She sighs. “Okay. But you better tell him Y/N.” She sits down on the small cot with you. “What are you going to do?”

You look down. “I don’t know.”

After gathering your thoughts, you stand up. Making your way out of the infirmary and into the hallway. It’s cold, the lights are flickering from the storm outside. This was going to be a long night.

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A knock at your door has you standing up quickly. Opening the door and allowing him inside. His jacket was damp, but he gave you a small amount of comfort. Passing you a brown paper grocery bag.

“What.. what do you need this for exactly?” He asks.

You sigh. “I just.. need to know for sure.” He sighs. “Y/N. They took your blood, that can’t be wrong. You’re pre-“ you raise your hand to stop him. “Rudy please.” Your voice is shaky. “Okay.. okay. I’ll wait here.” He sighs, sitting down on your bed. You disappear into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, you’re coming back out. Tears gathering in your eyes. He sees you falling apart and sighs. “Come here, Querida.” He sighs, waving you over to him. You sit down next to him on the bed, and he pulls you into a hug. “It’s going to be okay. You’re always welcome in our home, and my mother in law and wife know absolutely everything there is to know about children and all of this. They will help you through this, I promise. And.. Alejandro will take care of you.” Those words split a hole right through your heart, burning pain from holding in a sob branches out of your chest and finally escapes your lips, leaving Rudy sighing and pulling you into him tighter. “He can’t know, Rudy.” You look up at him. “What?”

“He didn’t want this, I don’t want this. He doesn’t even like me, he called me Gringa up until everything happened. He treated me like a prisoner Rudy. He can’t find out. Not until I want him to.” You suck in a hiccuped breath. Hearing Rudy sigh. “Listen to me. It’s going to be okay. No matter what. But as long as this baby has you, it will always know love. And I know for a fact that Alejandro has always wanted to be a dad. He doesn’t deserve to be cheated out of this, I know he’s been cruel. But he’s.. he’s just difficult.” Rudy sighs.

He hates going behind Alejandro’s back, discussing this with you when it should be him instead. “You will be okay. I promise. How about you come over for dinner on Saturday. You can talk about it with Maria, I’m sure the kids would love to see you.” He sighs. You nod your head, smiling. If there’s one thing you know about Rudy, is he loves his family. “Okay Rudy.” You nod. “I promise, it will be okay.” He grasps your hand in his.

Rudy doesn’t know what it is about you. Maybe it’s the deer in headlights look you always had when you got onto the base that had him falling in love with you, in a platonic way of course. You were just like his little sister, you always teased each other, and he was the only person on base that had any respect for you. Him and his wife took you in like they were a family you had missed out on. Once you had calmed down enough, Rudy left to let you sleep.

He closes your door quietly, turning to head back to his own room when Alejandro staring back at him has him jumping out of his skin. “Jesus Christ!” He breathes. Alejandro laughs, arms crossed. “Little odd to be leaving her room so late, hermano.” Alejandro raises an eyebrow. Rudy looks at him in confusion before what he’s implying has his eyes widening. “Woah- no. No no. I was just.. my family misses having her around so I invited her over to our house this weekend for dinner. I had to do it before I forgot.” Rudy says nervously. Alejandro nods. “For an hour?” He laughs. “¿Qué pasa con la presión, hermano? ¿Crees que soy una especie de jugador?” Rudy crosses his arms. “No, just hope you’re not risking your marriage.” Rudy shakes his head. “There’s not one woman on the planet that would make me risk Maria.” Rudy shakes his head. “Y/N is like a little sister to me.” He shakes his head. Alejandro nods. “Solo estoy jalando tu pierna. ¿Se encuentra ella bien?” Rudy nods. “Still stressed but she’ll be fine.” He nods.

Alejandro questions him more but like he said he would, Rudy says nothing.

Rudy hates keeping stuff from Alejandro. You needed to tell him. Soon.

After a big fight between you and Rudy, you knew it was over.

“You can’t go. You have to tell him now.” Rudy growls. “No. I can’t. Not yet.” Rudy sighs. “You’re risking your baby Y/N. You cannot go.” He groans. “I have no choice Rudy.” You growl. You try to shove passed him but he stops you. “Please. If you go, you tell him when it’s over. Or I will.” He swallows hard. You tug your hand away from him. You send him a glare, leaving the room. Walking away in a hurry. “Uh.. girl trouble?” Alejandro asks. Seeing Rudy slicking his hair back in frustration. “She’s just.. being a woman. You get it.”

Rudy was watching you like a hawk for the entire mission. He helped you up and down any steps or ramps, he was always at your side, and Alejandro was getting suspicious. Very suspicious. He helped you onto the helicopter and down. As you cleared out the base, he was watching your every move. When everything was clear, he was ushering you back to the helicopter. “Rudy. Quit it.” You mutter. “No. I need you out of here safe so that he doesn’t fucking kill me.” The both of you are alone inside of a building.

A gunshot sounding off, followed by a bullet flying passed your head is his final straw. You fall back onto the ground, eyes wide. “No!” Rudy yells. Opening fire on the assailant. Alejandro hears everything, rushing in quickly. Rudy is seething as he looks at you, crouched down to make sure you’re okay. “No more, no more of this. Es hora de decírselo. Si no lo haces, lo haré yo.” Rudy sighs. “No!” You stand up. “Goddamnit Y/N. Tell him now!” Rudy raises his voice. Alejandro looks between the both of you, worried. “What the hell is going on?” You look at Rudy. Eyes begging him to keep his mouth shut. But it’s too late. “She’s pregnant.” Alejandro’s mouth goes dry. Eyes going wide. “What?” He asks. His voice is quiet. “She’s been keeping it a secret for a couple months now. I’m sorry.” Rudy sighs.

“It’s.. it’s alright. Rudy. Thank you.” Alejandro nods. Rudy nods. Moving passed Alejandro to give the both of you space. Alejandro makes his way over to you, reaching a hand out for you to take. You look up at him. Taking his hand skeptically. He helps you back up to your feet, making sure you’re okay. “Y/N..” he sighs. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks. “Because. It’s not your responsibility.” You breathe. “It’s both of ours, how could you keep that from me?” He asks. “I was going to tell you Alejandro I just..” your voice is getting uneven. “You don’t like me, why on earth would you want this?” He breathes. “That doesn’t mean anything. That doesn’t mean that I won’t take care of you. Merezco saberlo.” He sighs. “And.. this mission. You being out here. It’s a huge risk. I can’t believe you would endanger yourself like this. We need to go.” He shakes his head. “We’ll talk more later.” He sighs. He’s still holding onto his rifle tightly, shaking his head as he walks away.

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You’re standing in your mirror, putting your hair up. It was still damp since you had just showered. Your shirt is getting too tight on you, you hate it.

A knock at your door has you sighing, you expect it to be Rudy. But you’re surprised when it’s Alejandro coming in. He takes in a deep breath when he sees you. Your bump is already forming and Alejandro can feel the ache in his chest. “I uh.. I brought you this.” He reaches his hand out. It’s a bag of cookies. “Maria said you liked them.” He smiles. You smile, taking them from him. “You talked to Rudy..” you mumble. “Sí, amor.” He sighs. “I.. I was mad. So angry at you.” He sighs. “But I talked to him and he made me realize. That.. you think I don’t like you, that I don’t want this.” You look down, avoiding his gaze.

“We started off wrong, and I want to make it up to you, Y/N.” He sighs. “I was an asshole, I know that. Por favor, perdóname.” He breathes. “Alejandro.. I don’t expect you to-“ he knows it’s against his better judgement to do it, but he cups your cheeks. Kissing you hard. You melt right into him, kissing him right back.

When he pulls away, you’re breathing hard. “Alejandro, I don’t know ab-“ he removes the hairbrush you’ve got in your hands, pushing you back into your bed. He kisses you again, lips sloppily moving with yours as he moves himself on top of you, avoiding resting any of his weight on you. “I’ll show you. You can be mine, American Honey.” He breathes. You smile up at him, cheeks burning red. He kisses down your neck, and you can’t help but pant as he touches you. The feelings he’s making you feel are intense, and you’re drawn to him more than you ever have before.

“I know you feel it too.” He breathes. Chewing nervously at his lip. “Lasting effects of everything maybe. Or maybe.. there’s still some of that drug left over.” He breathes. His fingers gliding over your bare skin has you gasping out. He leans down again, attacking your neck once more. Kissing down your chest. He squeezes your breasts through your shirt and you whine. Lifting your hips up into him. His mind is fuzzy, clouded with lust, or maybe this is what love feels like. He’s pushing your shirt up over your chest, kissing down your chest. Taking his time, running his tongue over your nipples. You’re a mess, whining out his name. “Ah- Alejandro.” You pant. He’s kissing down your body, stopping to press a gentle kiss to your stomach. He moves lower, helping you remove your shorts. He looks up at you once more, before swiping his tongue over your clit. You tense up, a gasp leaving your lips. He moves you closer to him. Tugging you down the bed with your thighs. “So sweet. Such a sweet fucking pussy.” He gasps. The sounds he makes as he devours you are lewd, filthy. The only thing you can hear throughout the room aside from your cries that have to be quiet.

He reaches up to cup your breasts with his hands, rolling your nipples between his fingers. He moans into you, the vibrations sending chills up your spine. You raise your hips into him, telling him you want more. He holds you still, taking his time pleasuring you.

He pulls away, seeing your blushing clit. Swollen and abused just like he wanted it. He removes all of his clothes quickly. Moving himself over you. He kisses you again, feeling you relax into him. He looks between the both of you, biting his lip and looking at you for permission. You nod your head. He kisses you again, brushing your hair out of your face as he lines himself with your entrance. The feeling of him sinking into you is too much. Sparks shooting through you. Maybe there was some of that drug somewhere inside of you. You moan out, but he quickly covers your mouth with his hand. “Shh.. try to stay quiet for me darling.” He breathes. Another gasp leaves your lips when he slides in completely. The way that he stretches you out, fills you completely full, not an inch of you that he hasn’t touched.

You tilt your head back, moaning out quietly. As he starts rocking his hips into you, you’re falling apart. Tears filling your eyes before looking at your tear ducts and running down your cheeks. He presses his forehead to yours, forcing you to look at him. “I will take care of you. You’re mine, my honey. I have you now. Se siente tan bien.” He grits his teeth, his lower stomach is already tight. The way you feel wrapped so tight around him is too much. He pushes your thigh up, raising your legs to hold onto you, kissing your calf as he thrusts into you. His touches are soothing, doing the opposite of what his cock is doing to you, working you up. Orgasm building up inside of your core. You’re ready to beg for it. You’re biting your lip to stay quiet, admiring the way that his tanned skin looks. His chest is hairy and he has a couple tattoos on his body. He’s toned, lips parted as he pants. He’s feeling good too.

Your thighs shiver, and you look up at him. “Alejandro, M’gonna cum.” You whine. He raises your other leg, holding them together as he props himself up, keeping a steady pace.

“Go on. Muéstrame cómo te corres, niña bonita.” He’s holding eye contact with you as he rocks his hips into yours at a steady pace, working an orgasm out of you. Your chest starts to raise faster and you reach forward to rub gentle circles on your clit. “Yeah.. there you go.” He breathes. “Give yourself to me.” He breathes. You clutch the sheets with your other hand, eyes rolling back as he fucks you through your orgasm, feeling you buck your hips up. Crying out and whining his name. He should cover your mouth, quiet you. But he can’t.

Once he’s worked you through your high, you open your legs, forcing him back away from you. He looks confused. “Lay down.” You nod. “Wait, no. Let me take care of y-“ he gasps lightly as you shove him back, moving on top of him. You sit on top of him, moaning as you slide down onto him. You rest your hands on his chest, whimpering as you rock your hips into him. He’s not going to last long like this.

“Ah- fuck. Se siente tan bien cariño.” He hisses. Holding your hips and guiding you into him. He’s got a look of pain on his face, but it’s the opposite. “Ah- just like that. Just like that, I’m going to- Ugh!” He moans out, eyes shutting tight and he lets his head fall back. You’re rocking your hips into him until he’s gasping, trying to hold you steady. Breathing hard from the way that you’ve just made him feel. He’s panting as he comes down from his high. Sliding to the side so that you’ll lay next to him.

“A new beginning, Cariño. I’ll take care of you. I promise.” He breathes, resting his hand on your stomach.

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queenimmadolla · 2 years

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𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ─ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟖𝟔

(young parents!eddie munson x reader)

more dad!eddie and pennyverse entries can be found on my masterlist

summary: After taking a pregnancy home test for funsies, you find out that you’re actually pregnant. The scariest part isn’t even the completely unexpected pregnancy, it’s telling Eddie.

warnings: use of an 80s pregnancy test, pregnancy (obvs), mention of periods, not much else.

a/n: based on this request and also based in the pennyverse (see masterlist). i usually always use up my friends’ extra pregnancy tests when they take them, so I’ve developed an irrational fear of this happening to me after writing it out lol. and i still can’t use the keep reading tab bc tumblr eats sections of my fics that i try to use it on so sorry about that and sorry about the formatting, tumblr also refuses to post this if I remove so much as a space. enjoy! let me know what you think (don’t be a dick)! 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You were sat inside of the tub—void of any water—and had been for the past hour and a half. It was anything but comfortable. You weren’t paying attention to the ache in your back though, too focused on the vial you held between you fingers, rolling it between your middle and thumb finger while you were careful to avoid spilling the liquid it contained.

How you hadn’t thrown it out of your bedroom window yet, you had no clue. After all, it did kind of betray you. Nancy had a scare with Jonathan about two days prior and you’d gone with her to the pharmacy to pick up a couple of tests, held her hand as she panicked about how she couldn’t put off school to raise a baby but the liquid in her vial remained clear, and so did the next one she tried. While she’d been significantly relieved at the negative results, she couldn’t risk her mom finding the tests so you’d taken the remainder of them (she’d purchased six in total, talk about overdoing it) with the intentions of throwing them out. Then your stupid curiosity got the best of you. You blamed it on how interesting the actual test looked. While you had hated chemistry class, messing with actual liquids, chemicals, vials, and bunsen burners during the labs had greatly amused you.

The pregnancy test looked much too similar to a couple of those components, so you couldn’t resist. You’d peed in the tray, mixed it in with the clear liquid you’d poured into the provided vial, waited a couple of minutes for everything to combine and settle in there, then you placed a drop of the solution into the mixture. The result was unfortunately instant. You’d been fully expecting the same result as Nancy while you prepared the test but to your complete and utter surprise, the liquid in your vial turned a dark shade of blue. And so did the next one, and the one after that, and the last one. You were glad you’d chosen to do this at your parents’ house, you hadn’t wanted Eddie to get the wrong idea and your parents’ still had a room for you but you were interested in the ensuite bathroom connected to it—or else Eddie would have stumbled upon you passed out in the trailer.

You’d settled into the bathtub when it felt like your legs were going to give in as reality shifted around you. What the FUCK? You hadn’t even missed your periods! Sure, they never really came on time but that was because they’d always been irregular ever since Aunt Flo’s first visit! They’d been pretty light and brief, but that still had to count for something right? You groaned as you sunk further down in the tub, recalling all the times you and Eddie had neglected to use protection. You’d been on the pill since before you two even got together (that’s a different story, though) and sure, he occasionally wore a condom but that accounted for only about 15% of the times you had sex. The rest of the times, you’d simply put your faith in your little blue pill. How ironic was it that your birth control was the same color as the positive pregnancy result? Maybe you could laugh about it in the future, but for now, you were panicking about what to do next. You’d only been out of school for about five months, having graduated alongside the majority of your friends and your now-husband in June, and you hadn’t enrolled in a college because—well, you had no idea what you wanted to study or even if you wanted to study anything, so you’d chosen a job instead, which meant school wouldn’t be a problem for you. But telling your husband would be. You’d gotten married the same night of graduation, moved in (officially) with him and Wayne about a week later and you’d been in the honeymoon phase since. Wayne had started sleeping over a couple of trailer’s down at Maude Maple’s—you couldn’t blame him, Eddie wasn’t exactly quiet when you fucked—she was conveniently all alone after her son went away for college in the early fall and had taken quite the liking to her faithful neighbor who never failed to come to her rescue when some appliance of her’s ‘broke down’, meaning you and Eddie had the whole trailer to yourself the majority of the time. That’s probably how you ended up in this situation.

You’d have to tell Eddie. You shot up in the tub, gripping the side with your freehand as a wave of nausea turned in your stomach and you were pretty sure it didn’t have anything to do with pregnancy symptoms. What would he do? What would he say? Would he leave you? Did he even want a baby right now? Of course not, he had ambitions and a baby would halt those! Yes, you talked about having kids before, but it was always future plans. This was happening right now.

You stood up, climbing out of the tub before you capped the vial. You hid it in one of the pockets lining your bag before you quickly got rid of the rest of the evidence, flushing other positive tests and loading your purse with all the trash to discard in a bin somewhere far from your parents’ house and the trailer, where no one could tie it back to you. Wait a minute, you thought as you clutched your bag to your chest. Pregnancy tests give false positives all the time! Maybe I just got a bad batch. Yeah, that’s it! I’ll just go to my doctor, and have this all blown over. You hadn’t experienced any symptoms (that couldn’t be blamed on PMS) and you didn’t feel any different, so could you really be pregnant? —

You were pregnant.

Not only had your doctor confirmed it, but she’d also informed you that you were about 22 weeks along. Even if you had wanted to get an abortion (which you hadn’t really considered seeing as how you had no idea you were pregnant until that morning), you wouldn’t be able to unless you had a serious medical condition. You’d tried to somehow argue your way out of her diagnosis, or whatever it was, by pointing out that your stomach was still normal, no major change to it as in no abnormally protruding baby bump but she’d informed you that your baby was most likely just nestled in there and, while it was rare, sometimes people didn’t show until late in their pregnancy. Then she’d weighed you and you were indeed a couple of pounds over, compared to what you could remember weighing last. And your periods? She chalked that up to hormone changes after she asked if you’d been experiencing any extreme changes in mood and you’d been able to recall the random bouts of frustration, irritation, sudden sadness, and yeah, that made sense. She’d said it’d most likely stop once you started relaxing.

If that hadn’t been proof enough for you, the figure on your sonogram was, along with the heartbeat you’d heard during the brief ultrasound. That had to have been the scariest part; you’d been expecting to see a tiny little blob—your fetus at an early stage—but your fetus was far enough developed to resemble a freaking baby and you just couldn’t wrap your head around actually being pregnant, a baby was inside of you at that very moment. Thinking about it made your brain produce no thoughts, just white noise.

You didn’t go home to Eddie that night, choosing to return back to your parents’ where you faked coming down with something and your mother insisted—like you knew she would—that you stay the night. You took dinner in your room, had your mom tell Eddie you weren’t feeling good and were sleeping it off—not a total lie—when he inevitably called. It was pretty shitty of you but you didn’t know what else to do and hiding out at your childhood home was your only way of avoiding your husband.

You hadn’t been able to sleep. Not with what you now knew. Almost hesitantly, you unbuttoned the shirt of your ridiculous, Winnie the Pooh pajamas and rested your palm just below your belly button, trying to feel any movement from the baby growing there.

While you couldn’t feel anything on the outside, your mind wandered to last week, when you’d been laying on your tummy and felt an odd sensation that you attributed to a silent stomach rumble—though it didn’t feel much like your stomach—, your body just letting you know you were hungry. It had happened a couple more times—all of which you’d been stomach down—and now you were sure it had been the baby inside of you, maybe protesting about being squished. You certainly wouldn’t be sleeping on your stomach anymore, now that you were aware of the new resident in your womb.

It didn’t even surprise you that you were starting to think of ways to go about making sure your baby was okay in there; while you were scared shitless as most unexpected first time moms-to-be are, there was part of you that wanted to know more about that little human growing inside of you. Would they look more like Eddie or more like you? Would they have his pretty, baby cow eyes or would they have yours? And what about the hair, would it be more like yours or more like his messy curls? Then you warmed, because you had a part of him literally inside of you; you were carrying his baby. While the news of your pregnancy had been daunting to say the least, you were finding that you didn’t completely fear the idea of it. No, what you feared was Eddie’s reaction.

You were thinking of ways you could somehow avoid him, though you knew you wouldn’t be able to for long. You weren’t showing yet but you would be, probably sooner rather than later. If, for some reason, he didn’t notice—someone else would and word would get back to him.

Frustrated with your predicament, you grabbed one of your throw pillows from next to you and held it over your face to muffle your screams. The sound of knuckles rapping against your window interrupted you and you froze, blood running cold. There was only one person it could be, and it was the very person you didn’t want to actively see at the moment.

You were positive he could see you, though, and you didn’t want him to think you were trying to smother yourself to death so you reluctantly set the pillow back in it’s place at your side and got up to confront your fears, if not for you then for the little one inside you. Eddie was grinning as you approached your window, pulling it open before stepping back so he could climb in.

“Hey, Thumper,” he greeted as he righted himself, stretching his arms up after he’d kicked off his shoes and shrugged his jacket off. Once he was standing at full height, he leaned back against the window frame, pretty doe eyes taking you in from head to toe, “How you feelin’? You okay, baby?”

“I’m all right, Bambi,” you lied, willing your body to relax. “My head hurts, that’s all.”

Eddie eyed you skeptically before he closed the distance between you two, hands moving up to cradle your face as he leaned in for a kiss. Like butter, you melted; eyes fluttering shut as your body fully relaxed and your mind went all fuzzy. You’d been married for six months now and you were beginning to realize the effect he had on you would never go away. Unless he did. Your anxiety came rushing right back and you pulled away, breaking the kiss.

“What are you doing here?” You rushed to ask, taking note of the concern written on his face as he stared down at you. “I was worrying myself sick about you. I knew you weren’t feeling good, plus I can’t sleep without you, so if the mountain won’t come to Muhammad. . .”

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, posture stiff and awkward as you stared back up at him with wide eyes. You hadn’t meant to say it, it kind of just came out on its own but now that it was out there, there was no taking it back.

You studied his face, your heartbeat pounding against your chest with the suspense as you watched his eyebrow quirk up, his pink lips parting slightly in surprise.

Eddie swallowed hard once, mouth continuing to open and close like he was a fish instead of a human, “I’m sorry—what?”

He opened the flood gates again, you couldn’t contain the word vomit, you just kept talking, “I’m pregnant. Like, I am really pregnant, man. I only literally just found out and I was thinking maybe the home tests were bad—all four of them—but they were not because I went to the doctor since I couldn’t believe it ‘cause I didn’t know I was pregnant but she said I was and then I saw it for myself and now I am actively aware of the baby inside me like some sort of chest hugger—except it’s in my womb and I’m gonna have to give birth and I am really freaking the fuck out because I don’t know what we’re gonna do since we didn’t exactly talk about having a baby right away and I know you had plans and this is kind of getting in the way of them and that’s what I didn’t want because I want you to do everything you love and I wanna be by your side while you do it and I’m not gonna lie, I actually wouldn’t mind having this baby since it’s me and you but I don’t want you to leave me over this—“

You were silenced when Eddie gently placed his palm over your mouth, effectively stopping your verbal onslaught and keeping you from working yourself into a panic attack.

“Hey, hey—hey, you gotta calm down, honey. You’re upsetting yourself,” his hand slid from over your mouth to the back of your neck, rubbing at the tense muscles there. “Breathe for me, baby.”

You knew he was right, you were practically shaking in your fuzzy socks. You took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm your breathing while Eddie mumbled encouraging words, pressing kisses to your forehead until you’d managed to get somewhat of a hold on yourself. Eddie would hold the rest of you together, like he always did. You wrapped your arms around his middle, snuggling into his chest.

Eddie indulged you, soothing you with cuddles before he pulled back just enough to look at you, while he had managed to calm you down, you could still see the surprise in his dark gaze as he whispered, “You-You’re pregnant?”

You feared your mouth would run free again, so you remained silent, nodding a couple of times as you nibbled on your lower lip, waiting for Eddie to lose it, to blow a gasket. Seeing you this upset pained Eddie. He could see the fear in your glossy eyes, the quiver in your plump lower lip as you stared up at him, waiting for his response. He tried not to take it personal, knew where your insecurities lied and how much you valued him over yourself. If there was one thing Eddie wished he could change, it’d be the way you saw yourself. He wished you could see yourself through his eyes; you were absolutely perfect to and for him. He couldn’t imagine life without you and he didn’t ever want to, so the notion that he would even consider leaving you was blasphemy. He wouldn’t have done it if you weren’t pregnant. Had this happened in high school or something, he might have freaked out a little but he still wouldn’t have ever considered leaving you.

Now, it just seemed like the opportune time for this exact scenario. You were already married, so people couldn’t say Baby Munson was a bastard and kids came next after marriage, right? It didn’t matter when you two had them—to him, at least. He knew he’d be a good dad, he wouldn’t be anything like his. Not the bad parts of him. And Eddie knew you’d be an amazing mother, had seen you handle the kid part of your friend group plenty of times.

When he said your name, so tenderly, it made you want to cry, and a tear did slip down your cheek but Eddie was quick to halt it, wiping it away with his thumb, “Listen to me, ‘kay? I’m uh—I’m definitely a little shocked, but there isn’t even a small percentage of me that doesn’t want to have a mini you running around. And my plans? Baby, you are my plans. From the moment I hung out with you in the back of my van at that shitty party, I knew I needed you in my life. Now, you are my life. The only plans I have, are to live happily ever after—and all that gooey, sappy shit I’ll never publicly admit to loving—with you. Everything else that happens is filler stuff, okay? You—and you,” he reached a hand down to rest again the skin of your stomach, rings cool against your flesh, still exposed as your shirt had remained unbuttoned, “—are the only things that matter to me. I love you, and every extension of you—of us.”

You sniffled, nodding your head a couple of times again before he leant down and you met him halfway, lips pressing together in a messy kiss, wet with your tears and Eddie’s. You pulled away once you realized he was crying, too, but he rushed to wipe his tears away, bashful. “Shut up, I have the right to be a little emotional, okay? It’s just been confirmed to me that I’m gonna be a dad, that’s some pretty big, fucking good news.”

You leaned in to kiss a stray tear off his cheek, licking it off your lips as you peered up at him in curiosity, “Confirmed?”

Eddie laughed as you squinted up at him, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “You nearly bit Argyle’s head off when he brought that pizza to movie night last month, baby.” “He forgot the bell peppers after I called him multiple times to remind him!” “And when you were helping Will out with his art project, you kept crying because it made you emotional,” he added, recalling the way you were silently crying as you painted the area of the canvas Will had asked you to touch up. “It was a very moving scene he depicted!” “Not to mention how many times I’ve cum in you. Honestly, the only reason I’m surprised is because I kind of expected this to happen sooner.”

You winced as his brazen words, normally they got the waterpark down there flowing but you could tell he was trying to get a reaction out of you, “Jesus, Eddie. Your breeding kink is showing.”

He winked, walking you backwards towards the bed, though it didn’t seem like his intentions were sexual, or at least not as sexual as he usually was when he fully intended on ravaging you. Once you fell back onto it, he clambered over you, hands moving either side of your night shirt away. He pressed a kiss to both of your breasts, mumbling a quick ‘my girls!’ before he focused his attention on the lower part of your stomach, suddenly fascinated at the sight of it.

“So, there’s a baby in there?” He asked, index finger trailing circles over your soft skin, just above your pelvis and the hem of your pajama pants.

“Mhm,” you hummed, then you remembered the sonogram and threw him off of you to run to your purse. Eddie watched you in amusement, lounging on his side, as you dug around in it. Once you’d found both the vial and the sonogram, you returned to the bed, crawling next to him as you handed him both. “What’s this?” He asked, admiring the blue liquid in the sealed vial.

“Chemicals and stuff, I’m pretty sure, and my pee.” He didn’t miss a beat, “That’s really hot.”

“Shut up, it’s my pregnancy test,” suddenly, Eddie was cradling it in his palm like it was the most precious thing in the world, “and this is your kid.”

You held the sonogram up and Eddie stared at it with wonderment, carefully setting the vial down on your old nightstand before he reached for the sonogram. You let him pluck it from your grasp, watching him in slight awe yourself, as he stared hard at it, easily able to make out the baby’s shape despite the lack of decent lighting. He trailed a finger over it gently, as if he was actually stroking his baby instead of outlining his baby’s form in the sonogram picture. When he looked back at you, his eyes were shining with the promise of more tears as he whispered, “This is our baby?” You nodded as your own eyes began to gloss over, choked up at how much Eddie seemed to love the little one growing inside of you already, “That’s our baby.”

“Holy shit,” He mumbled, gaze focused on the sonogram again before he seemed to come to some sort of realization and his head snapped back to you. “H-How far along are you?”

You pinched your bottom lip between your fingers, nervously as you answered, “Uhm, she said I’m about 22 weeks along now.”

You really loved Eddie’s eyes, so big, brown and pretty, but as big as they were, they could definitely get bigger. Like they were right then as he silently mouthed the latter half of your sentence before he found his voice again, “22 weeks? That’s—That’s five months!” You nodded in agreement, watching as he went through the same sort of emotions you had when the doctor had told you. “That only gives us like what—four months to prepare? Fuck, I have to baby proof so many things, and I have to build a crib, we’ve got to get carseats, what else do we need to raise a baby?”

“We can figure it out in the morning, I am ready to collapse,” you laughed as you took the sonogram from his hand and placed it on the nightstand near your pregnancy test before you pushed him back into the pillows, and unbuttoned his jeans. Eddie lifted his hips to allow you to tug them off and discard them at the end if your bed, then you curled into your place at his side, face nuzzling into the crook of his neck as you inhaled his scent; woodsy (curtesy of the cheap cologne he used), with the slight scent of marijuana but you were even more pleased when you didn’t smell any traces of cigarettes, he’d given them up two months ago. You cuddled for a few minutes, but the exhaustion of the day was finally catching up to you. Eddie’s hand stroked over your back, lulling you further to sleep. Before you could fully slip under though, he asked, “Did you happen to find out the sex?” “Mhm,” You mumbled, sleepily as you pressed a lazy kiss to his collar bone.

“You gonna share with the class?” You could hear the amusement in his voice and you smiled against his skin at the mere thought of the pretty grin he no doubt had on his face. Eddie loved to talk to you when you were on the cusps of sleep for some reason. Thought it was endearing. “‘M not in school,” you slurred, eyes fluttering shut completely. “How are you such a smartass even when you’re half asleep?” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You chuckled along with him, snuggling further into him. He thought you’d finally fallen asleep after you didn’t answer him, but he was rewarded five minutes later when you mumbled out, “’S a girl.”

A girl. He was gonna be a dad to a little girl. Eddie closed his eyes and he could practically envision her, a little miniature version of you; with your cute nose and your pretty features. Would she have your eyes or his? Would her hair be as unruly as his or more like yours? Maybe if he put a headset over your tummy and played some cool tunes, she’d come out with an appreciation for Metallica. He’d thought four months was pretty soon, earlier, but now it seemed like a century away, he was already eager to meet her. Soon, he mused, a hand moving to rest over your stomach.

Soon.

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Family Secrets

A is for Adoption

Ohstars Alphabet Prompts | G | 502 words | cw: light angst

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Steve walks through the front door like any other day. He puts his coat on the rack, takes his shoes off and places them by the door, and sets his keys in the bowl. His next move, on any other day, would be to seek Eddie out and kiss him hello.

He doesn’t do that today. And that just won’t do.

Eddie watches Steve slink through the living room and into their bedroom. No hello. No kiss. Nothing! Before his brain can supply him with every negative outcome possible, Eddie sets down the figurine he was painting in the dining room and follows after his boyfriend.

“Baby?” he calls, knocking on the cracked bedroom door. “You okay?”

Steve whines in response, somehow already burrowed under the covers.

Eddie crawls in behind him and slips under, worming his way up against Steve’s back. Thankfully, and to Eddie’s relief, Steve leans into him too. And even better, Steve rolls over and tucks himself into Eddie’s arms.

They don’t talk for a while as Steve settles in, breathing even but deep like he’s trying to hold himself together.

“They didn’t want me,” Steve finally whispers into Eddie’s shoulder. Oh. It’s that kind of conversation. It comes up every few months, how Steve’s family treated him and the effects it still has on him day-to-day. This isn’t new territory, not after the few years they’ve been together slowly chipping away at their respective traumas.

Eddie kisses his head. “I know, honey,” he sighs.

Steve shakes his head and sits up. “Eds, no, they didn’t want me.”

This isn’t new information. No, that came with a crushing realization a few months into their relationship when Steve broke down after a night in with Wayne. It was a rough week working through that, but they made it through. “Baby,” Eddie tries.

He sits up this time, pulling his knees to his chest. “My test results came back from Owens. Everything’s fine or whatever, but he mentioned that I should look into my birth parents’ family history since my symptoms may come from something other than the Upside Down shit.”

“Birth parents?”

Steve nods, voice shaky as he says, “Apparently Richard and Julia Harrington aren’t my real parents. According to the records, they adopted me. Owens thought I knew.”

“Shit.”

“I have another family out there,” he says into the dark room. “I have another family who could have actually loved and wanted me, but those two selfish assholes took that away from me too. For what?” He sniffles. “Appearances? Political gain? To avoid having their own baby so Julia ‘wouldn’t ruin her figure’?”

Eddie pulls Steve into him. “I’m so sorry, Stevie,” he whispers.

Steve leans into him, sighing. “I just don’t get it.”

“Neither do I,” Eddie says. How could anyone not want you?

There’s a bigger conversation to be had about it all, but for now, Eddie just holds Steve and calls in take out for dinner that night. All that matters right now is Steve.

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Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!!

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leennaan · 11 months

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Loving your fics and would love a lea Schuller fic.

Thank you that means a lot to me.

I hope you like this one as well. I may have gotten a little carried away😅

Lea Schüller/ The best day of our life

The Euros should have been her tournament. And it startet as such. Scoring the first goal in Germanys first match.

But then Covid happened.

The morning after the match Lea woke up with a headache and a sore throat.

With a sinking feeling she stood up and called their team doctor telling him they should probably do a test. And how right she was. As soon as she looked at the test sitting on the little table in her room. Two strips. She cursed and started coughing almost instantly.

She never had it before and now she got it at the worst time possible.

After sitting in her room trying to understand and accept that she wouldn’t be playing in the next few matches, she called you.

You were at a team game night when your phone ringed. Looking at the caller you frowned.

Lea and you had decided to only call after either of you played a game as to not loose to much focus.

Leah had looked at your phone over your shoulder while you were still unsure on what to do.

“Go on Y/n. She wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t important.”

You thanked your captain and accepted the call walking out of the room to be alone.

“Lea? Is everything alright? Why are you calling?”

As soon as she started to talk you heard her raspy voice and the slight cough she tried to cover up.

“I am positive. I’ve got covid. Baby, I don’t now what to do. I am out for at least the next to games.”

Your heart sunk for her. You know how hard she had worked for this tournament and she had such a good game yesterday.

“Lea, I am so sorry. I wish I could be there with you.”

“No Baby, even if you could I wouldn’t let you. It is enough that I am not able to play. No need for you to get sick too.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“You are so strong love. You will be back before you now it. Even stronger as before.”

You didn’t know how wrong you were.

After five days in quarantine Leas test was finally negative and she was allowed back on the pitch.

But even tho she had the all clear to play again Martina decided to not play her. So while Lea had to sit on the bench,

Alex played the tournament of her life. She was happy for her teammate but she couldn’t help but feel down. She didn’t play another minute in the tournament until the day of the final.

Alex injured herself in the last training before the final and Lea was told she potentially would be starting in the final.

As soon as she heard the new she wanted to call you but that wasn’t possible. You yourself would be playing in the final against her. England vs Germany. She vs you.

So when you read her name on the German starting line up you were happy and scared at the same time. You had talked about the possibility of playing against each other but you somehow you hadn’t thought that it would really happen.

Georgia must have noticed your mood change as she came over and pulled you into a hug. “Nothing will change between you two. You love her, she loves you. And after the this game we will all be teammates.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you G. You now, if we win..” She interrupted you “You mean when we win.”

“Of course, when we win, we will be teased endlessly when we are back in Munich. I can’t wait what you will have to do at you initiation.” You laughed while Georgia groaned.

You looked at Lea when you were standing in line waiting to finally walk out into a sold out Wembley. Once you caught her eyes you smiled at her and she smiled back. Instantly you felt calmer and you let out a small sigh. “Whipped” Keira whispered into your ear. You just look at her with a raised eyebrow looking pointedly at Lucy’s hand that is rubbing soothingly over her shoulder. But before anymore could be said Leah started to walk outside and you followed your captain.

121 Minutes. You were exhausted. But as the final whistle sounded you couldn’t help the scream that left your mouth. Running to your teammates you started to celebrate. You were European Champion. You loved the feeling.

But when you looked at the German girls you heart sunk. Most of them were sitting on the grass, tears running down their faces. You searched for your girl. Desperate to hold her, to console her, to tell her that everything would be alright.

Lea didn’t know what to do. She knew she didn’t play as good as she could have. It was hard to play in a final after not playing a single minute since the first game. But she couldn’t help but blame herself. She knew it was a team sport but still.

She was on the verge of breaking down, when she was suddenly embraced in a tight hug. “I am so proud of you. You played so well.” You said but Lea couldn’t help the tears that were rolling down her cheeks. “Not good enough” You hugged her tighter and you felt how Lea relaxed into you.

“You played so so good. I know that this wasn’t how you hoped the tournament would go, but you just played in the final. You can be so proud of yourself. I am so proud of you!”

“Can I kiss you?” You were surprised by Leas request but who were you to say no. So you leaned in and kissed her. You ignored the wolf-whistle’s that erupted around you and deepened the kiss even more.

After you pulled away Lea smiled at you. “You now, I love it and I hate it at the same time. I am so proud of you, Schatz. And I am so happy for you but I can’t wait to play on the same team with you again.”

You kissed her on the forehead before she told you to go celebrate with your teammates.

Lea watched you walk back.

“Du bist so verliebt. Ich hab dich noch nie so gesehen. Wenn ich nicht zur Hochzeit eingeladen bin, dann rede ich nie wieder mit dir.” Said Lena once she reached her best friend.

Lea stiffened, thinking about the ring box that was sitting in her bag.

“Lena, ist es der falsche Zeitpunkt sie zu fragen?”

“Was? Du hast einen Ring? OMG Lea! Ich glaube du würdest den Moment für Y/n nur noch unvergesslicher machen.”

And with that Lea had made up her mind. After you got the medal and lifted the trophy Lea watched as her girl came running up to her and in that moment she knew she was doing the right thing. So when y/n reached her Lea got down on one knee and watched as you gasped.

“This tournament had so many ups and downs for us. And while it may not have been the tournament I dreamed of you certainly are the girl I always dreamed about. You are there for me when I am feeling down and help me up again. I love you more than anything and I hope to be the that person for you. I want to live my whole life with you by my side. Holding more trophies together and fighting thought thick and thin together. So I want to ask you, Y/n will you make this my dream tournament, my dream day by becoming my wife? Will you marry me?”

Lea watched as tears fell down you cheeks and you started to frantically nod “A thousand times yes, Lea! I love you so much! You made this the absolute best day of my life.”

After Lea put the ring on your finger she grabbed you and kissed you once more.

It may not have been the tournament had wished for. But you were way more important than any trophy could ever be.

* Du bist so verliebt. Ich hab dich noch nie so gesehen. Wenn ich nicht zur Hochzeit eingeladen bin, dann rede ich nie wieder mit dir- You are so in Love. I have Mercer seen you like this before. If I am not invited to the wedding I will never talk to you again.

* Lena, ist es der falsche Zeitpunkt sie zu fragen?- Lena, is it the wrong time to ask her now?

* Was? Du hast einen Ring? OMG Lea! Ich glaube du würdest den Moment für Y/n nur noch unvergesslicher machen- What? You’ve got a ring? Oh my God Lea! I think you would just make the moment even more unforgettable for Y/n

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I am on holiday and the weather is shit so I have too much time to think about ideas to write😂 so there may come some more in the next days, as the weather is supposed to remain shot for the next few days🫤

So if you want to see something specific let me know🙃☺️

#lea schüller #germany #england #dfb frauen #Lea schüller x reader #woso x reader #European champions #england lionesses #georgia stanway #fc bayern Frauen #lena oberdorf #woso imagine #Lea Schüller imagine

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She's Mine (Chifuyu x Reader x Draken)

CW: Cheating, pregnancy, birth, angst, dash of fluff Word count: 1396

Chifuyu sits beside you on the hospital bed, stroking your hair as you lay your head on his shoulder. Your daughter has been in the nursery for almost an hour, allowing you to get some much needed rest. His phone screen lights up on the chair he (barely) slept in during the night, showing his new love's sleeping face along with a caller ID. He gets up slowly, not wanting to disturb you. Denying the call, he sends a text in reply: “5th floor, room 14 come on up :)”

He sinks down next to you again, browsing through and answering previously ignored texts.

Draken’s tall frame emerges from the elevator. As he passes the nurses station, he sets a case of vitamin drinks in front of one of the nurses on the phone. His hands are still full, one holding flowers, balloons, and a teddy bear, the other carrying a bag and another vitamin case. As he approaches your door he knocks gently, not knowing if your baby was sleeping or even in the room. Chifuyu opens the door and lets him in. “Hey, you can sit your stuff down over there. Thanks for coming!” Chifuyu says, motioning towards his area where he stayed for most of your visit. “Of course,” Draken says as he makes his way over to the table by the window, setting down the flowers and the balloons. You groggily open your eyes, barely seeing Draken hand Chifuyu a teddy bear. “Hey Ken, you came,” you say, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah, I would’ve come with Mitsuya but I had to handle some stuff at the shop first,” he says smiling down at you. “Is she in the nursery?” “Yeah I’ll go get her!” “No you don’t have to, I’ll come with you to go see her,” “No it’s fine, it’s almost time for her feeding anyway, right babe?” Chifuyu asks. You look at the clock on the wall and nod. “I’ll be right back”. Chifuyu stands on the opposite side of the bed from Draken and leans over to kiss you before he nearly runs out of the room, ready to see his daughter again. Draken pulls up the guest chair next to your bed and sits down. You almost know what’s gonna happen next and you’re dreading it. The thought was pushed down so far you wanted to forget, for it to not be true. Draken looks at you, seriously this time, and asks: “so, when are you gonna tell him that she’s mine?”

“Ken, please don’t start. It was one time-” “But the timing adds up. You two were broken up for a month when we got together. Then 8 and a half months later there’s a baby? There’s no way she’s his kid.” Your eyes start to water as you know he’s telling the truth, it breaks your heart. Chifuyu was a great partner, now a great husband, and so far a great father. When you first broke up 10 months ago it was because he stood you up for the nth time to help out Taemichi, and you’d had enough. Being together for 3 years he still managed to prioritize his friends over you. It was your choice to break up and he begged for you back every week: sending texts, flowers, prepaying for your order at your usual spot, and even leaving cute notes on your door for you to see when you get the mail. One night, you went to Draken’s shop to hang out. You knew he liked you and you liked him as well, but Chifuyu snatched you up first. You remained friends through your relationship, though it did hurt Draken to witness. Late night talks between two people clearly attracted to one another and a missing coworker plus an empty locked shop led to a few pieces of clothing on the floor and a back room filled with grunts and moans. It was one night. You felt guilty afterward for cheating on Chifuyu, even though you weren’t together at that moment, you were considering taking him back. 3 years was a long time to be with someone, and honestly you still loved him. But Draken was there, he told you everything you wanted to hear. He treated you how you wanted to be treated. A few weeks later you felt off, so you took a couple of pregnancy tests. One negative, two positives. You call Chifuyu in hopes of reconciling your relationship and he agrees, you two belong together. He went to your house and you welcomed him with open arms. After a quick dinner you both wanted to make up for lost time. As you held him while he rocked against you in bed, all you could think about is that night with Draken, and the end result. Another couple of weeks later you told Chifuyu you were pregnant. He was over the moon, so ready to be a father, but he wanted to be a husband first. Chifuyu proposed to you then and there, it wasn’t how he originally wanted to do it but it was enough. A simple courthouse wedding with a few friends and immediate family happened before you really started to show, and Draken was there. You kept him updated through the pregnancy without Chifuyu knowing. After each ultrasound and appointment you sent him photos and small updates. Whenever Chifuyu asked about what you were doing you simply replied “just showing my friends our baby”, which technically wasn’t a lie.

Now here you are, torn between two men with a baby and at least one broken heart. Your choice seemed clear, you’ll stay with your husband Chifuyu and raise your daughter together, and sometimes let “uncle Ken” visit or babysit so he’ll still be part of her life. Draken had a different idea: you tell Chifuyu the truth, leave him, and raise your daughter with her biological father. It’s what she deserved at least.

Draken holds your hand as he sees the tears form. “Please, Y/N. I love you. We can raise her together, you can move in with me or we can get a bigger place.” You shake your head and try to blink away the tears. “I can’t Draken. I married Chifuyu. He already signed the birth certificate.” He puts his head down and squeezes your hand, the wedding band shimmered under the hospital lights. “You never said you loved him”. Your head whipped over to look at him. “You said you married him. Not that you loved him.” “No Ken I do, I do lo-” you were cut off by the sound of the door opening. Draken sits up and wipes his face, you move your hand back to your lap. “Here we are! You want your mama don’t you? Yeah?” Chifuyu says as he wheels the cart next to your bedside. The swaddled newborn squirms in the bassinet as Chifuyu picks her up and places her in your arms. He looks at your face and notices your misty eyes. “Woah what’s wrong my love? Are you ok? In any pain? Do you need me to call the nurse?” He panics. “I’m fine. Just missed her is all,” you lie. Chifuyu chuckles and kisses the top of your head. Draken watches as you feed her with Chifuyu by your side. He considers the already established family that he’d be breaking up, but that’s his daughter you’re holding. “Do you wanna hold her once she’s done? Chifuyu asks him, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Uh, sure”. He leaves to wash his hands, ready to finally hold his daughter. While he’s gone, Chifuyu strokes her cheek with his finger. With a shaky breath, you start: “Honey, sit down please”. Chifuyu smiles at you and takes Draken’s previous seat. “Chifuyu, there’s something I have to tell you…”

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writingshushf1 · 1 year

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Lover - chapter 2

Summary: the next 4 minutes have decided your whole life.

Rating: +16

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, not smut, but a hot scene between them (grinding)

Word count: 3.5k

Note: hey! i hope yall enjoy it! don’t be a ghost reader! (also available on AO3.)

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Mick was sitting next to you while you were calling Sebastian. It took you a week to come to terms and be ready to tell someone other than Schumacher - and the doctor, if in that moment, the only option was to keep the baby, at least you would be doing it right. When he answered you felt like words disappeared from your mouth.

“Everything alright, liebling?”

“Yeah, uncle… It’s just, I need to tell you something.”

He hummed, thinking what could it be.

“Is this about you and Mick?”

“What? Seb? No!” You looked at the blond next to you, both laughing. “We’re just friends.”

“Sure… Then what do you want to tell me?”

“I… Uh….” You closed your eyes, breathing in and out. Mick passed his arm around your shoulders, looking at you. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” His voice was pure shock.

“It’s not Mick’s! So you won’t think anything of it.” You said quickly.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s okay… But since when?”

“It’s around ten weeks.”

“Wow, that’s a long time.” He sighed. “You didn’t realise it sooner?”

“I mean… I took a test around the first weeks, but it came back negative. I had my period for some time, but when it stopped, I didn’t think of anything, because I wasn't going out with anyone. And I barely have a baby bump, so… I didn’t think of it.”

“It’s okay, we’ll be on your side.” You knew he was smiling. “Do you know who the father may be?”

“Uhm… Yes and I don’t want him near.”

“Oh, Olli. You should still tell him, he has the right to know that he has a child. You may not want him around or any help, but… It will lift a weight off your shoulders.” There he was, uncle Seb being the best with advice.

“Okay, you have a point. I’ll tell him.” You looked at Mick. “But I’ll need courage. A lot of it.”

“I’ll be by your side.” The blond next to you whispered.

“Liebling, you have a support system, me, Hanna, Mick, your friends. It will be fine and if it isn’t, we’re here to help you pick up the pieces.”

And you were crying again with his words, he always knew what to say to you.

“Sorry… I’m crying.” You said between sniffles. “It’s the hormones.”

“Again.” Mick said and you punched his chest, which earned an ‘oof’ from him.

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You were alone at home, just took a shower and now looking at your body in the mirror, that small baby bump showing. It was something. If you wore a tighter dress or t-shirt, the belly would be visible. You were 11 weeks pregnant.

That night, Ocon, Albon, their significant others, Stroll and Mick would be doing a gathering at the blonde’s apartment and you were invited to go. It was nice to have some friends to chat with, because you were feeling lonely in Monaco - as much as Mick was present in your life. You put on a simple floral dress, showing the bump. You haven’t seen Lily and Elena in a while, so they would get the news there.

You arrived a bit late to the german’s apartment, so everyone was there. He opened the door and gave you a soft hug, being careful about the baby. Without anyone seeing, he put a hand over your belly, smiling.

“How are they doing?”

“Fine. I went to the doctor yesterday. The baby is the size of a plum.” He chuckled.

“Still so small! Let’s get you to say hi to the others.”

You greeted everyone and sat down with the girls, with an apple juice glass with you. Conversation comes and goes, you still haven’t told them the news. It was an internal battle for most of the time, you were destroyed, angry and sad because it wasn’t the time to have a kid, especially not with the guy who’s the dad, it was going to be hard not having someone in the first weeks; sure Schumacher told you he would be there, but he has a job, who demands a lot from him, even Vettel and Hanna said they were available, although they had their own kids and life to deal. With all those downpoints, you still felt somewhat happy to get this little human being growing inside of you - maybe it was the hormones affecting your mind? Maybe. The truth was: you wouldn’t be this grounded if it wasn’t for Seb and Mick, who have been especially taking care of you in their own way.

You were deep in your thoughts until the boys came to sit with you girls on the big sofas. The blonde was sitting next to you, sharing a snack bowl.

“Just going for the juice this time?” Ocon asked when he saw your glass.

Mick looked at you, arching his eyebrows like he was waiting if you were going to tell them or not. It took you a few seconds to answer.

“Well… Drinking alcohol is bad for the baby.” You put your hand on your bump.

“What?” Elena and Lily said together.

“You’re pregnant?” Lance said bluntly.

“Yes. I am pregnant.” It was still hard to say out loud.

“Congrats!” Albon said with a smile.

“Mick… When were you going to tell us you were going to be a father?” Ocon said, you thought he was joking, but he wasn’t.

“I’m not going to be a father.” He talked back, confused by the statement.

“But she’s pregnant…”

“Este… Micky is not the father, babe.” Elena said to him.

“Oh. OH.” Everyone laughed with his reaction. “I could swear you two became a couple and were going to be parents.”

“That would be way too fast, don’t you think?” You chimed into the conversation again. “He’s not the father, we’re just friends. He's a good support system just like Seb.”

“How many weeks are you?” Lily asked.

“11. It’s been a while, yeah.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll also be your support system, okay?”

“Thank you, guys. Really needed that.” The girls sat next to you, hugging from the sides.

“Have you thought about the names yet?” Elena questioned.

“No! Too early for that.”

“I think he should be called Mick Jr.” Stroll joked.

“No! I’m not naming my kid after my friend!”

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This weekend was the Monaco GP, so all the drivers were in the city. Mick arrived on Monday already, because he wanted to spend the whole week with you. He knew you two were just friends, on the other hand, his heart wanted more than that. Of course he tried to block this thought, it was wrong to try anything, you were pregnant with someone else’s child - even if you hated the man with your guts, so did he. As crazy as it sounded, he wanted to be the dad, to be there supporting you, showing everyone that he was yours, but he couldn’t, the media already was speculating why you hang out all the time and they figured out already that you were pregnant. Mick needed to come to social media to specify that you were only friends.

Nevertheless, he still would be charming as always, being the best supporter, on the other hand, he was deeply falling for you.

When he arrived at the airport, you were there waiting for him with the fans. You let them have their time with him, because you would have the rest of your day for him to be all yours. After he gave attention to all of them, he walked towards you, giving the same soft, yet very comforting hug he started doing after you told him you were pregnant. You two walked side by side towards your car.

“Yours or mine?” You asked.

“I want my bed.”

“Ok, so yours.”

It took a twenty minute drive to arrive, because the streets were already being modified into the track for friday to sunday. You parked into your usual spot, walking with him to the lounge and soon being inside of the elevator.

“I missed you.” He said.

“I missed you too.”

When you got into his apartment, you threw yourself on the sofa.

“Any new cravings?” He left his luggage in his bedroom and sat right next to you.

“Food? No. For sex? Yes.” You laughed. “My energy has been so good and my sex drive has been very high too.”

“Really?” He was blushing from the confession, but interested in what you were talking about.

“Yeah… Everything is sexy. A man being nice? Yes. Guys in suits? Of course. Even the Property brothers are looking fine for me.” He laughed, putting an arm around your shoulder. “I’m being serious! It’s driving me nuts! I wish it was just food cravings.”

“Well, I could help with that.” He was half-joking and you knew it.

“Where did you get all those sass?” You slapped him on his arm. “I wouldn’t forgive myself for that.”

“Fine. I was kidding.” He kissed your head. “Sure you’re not craving for anything?”

“I’m sure.”

It was three in the morning and you couldn’t sleep. The bed in the guest room was feeling way too cold even though the blankets were soft and warm, your stomach was growling softly and the first thing that came to your head was chocolate chip cookie ice cream. You wouldn’t be able to sleep until you had it. You slowly walked towards his kitchen, opening the freezer, trying to find any ice cream. At least it would keep you good until the morning, however you were very clumsy those last days, so you dropped a spoon and the noise was loud. You cursed under your mouth, grabbing the cutlery and seconds later, you heard steps coming into your way, turning the lights on.

“Olli? What are you doing?” Mick’s sleepy voice echoed through.

You noticed how he called you, feeling something flutter in your chest.

“Sorry…” You got closer to him. “Maybe I’m craving chocolate chip cookie ice cream.”

“Really?” He chuckled. “Your baby waited for us to go to bed so they could feel the need for something?”

“Yeah, baby avocado isn’t messing around.”

“I’ll get it for you, okay?” As tired from the trip as he was, the blonde wouldn’t let you without your ice cream.

“Thank you, you’re my angel.”

“Do you want to come with me?” He walked back into his room, putting a shirt on and his slippers.

“Of course.”

You two got into his car and wandered around until you found a small 24 hour store from a gas station and both of you got in. While you looked at chocolate syrup and other things to put on the ice cream, he went to the balcony.

“Hey, do you have any chocolate chip cookie ice cream?”

“I’m not sure… Usually if it isn't in the exposed freezers we don’t have it.”

“Can you please try to find it? She…” He pointed at you. “Is pregnant and craving for some.”

“I’ll try.”

5 minutes later, the cashier came back with a small pot.

“It was the last one, you’re a lucky dude.”

“Thanks.” He looked at you. “Anything else?”

“No, I’m fine. Just ice cream.”

He paid for it and you were already going back to the car, before Mick got out, the cashier looked at him.

“Congrats for the baby, you two are a beautiful couple.”

He thought about correcting, that you two were only best friends, but that moment sat well with his heart.

“Thank you. Good night.” His smile after he got out could light up a room.

When you got home, he went to his bed, kissing your forehead while you ate half of the pot of ice cream watching some cartoons on tv; you wanted him there, on the other hand you understood why he wasn’t there chatting or enjoying the company. So when you didn’t want to eat anymore, you turned the tv off, walking towards his bedroom, opening the door softly and walking to the empty side of the king sized bed, laying there. Soon, Schumacher realized he wasn’t alone on his bed, opening his eyes to find you asleep on his side, coming closer and letting his arm around your waist, caressing your bump until he fell asleep again.

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Race day. You were there with Elena and Lily, walking around the paddock; Sebastian had arrived with you, but left you alone the moment you found your friends, sitting down with people he knew.

“You’re 16 weeks, right?” Elena asked.

“Yes. The size of an avocado.”

“Soon you will be feeling the baby starting to kick!”

“Don’t tell me about it, Mick is more excited than I am.” You sighed, circling a hand around your bump. “I swear, if we weren't clear about him not being the father, everyone would think that he is.”

“Maybe he’s in love with you and wants to be part of your life as much as he can.” Lily said.

“Yes! And because you’re refusing to be with him, he will be the best and closest friend you could ask.”

“Well… He bought me ice cream at 3am because I was craving for one.”

“See! He wants the best for you and since he can’t and won’t be with you romantically, he will do anything to be closer.” LIly completed what Elena just said.

Before you could say anything, you were passing by his box and there he was, with the racing suit down to his waist, messy blonde hair and charming smile. He greeted the three of you from afar and kept doing his things. Both of the girls noticed the moment, giggling and looking at you.

“Okay, maybe I have the most massive crush on him.” You said. “And my body is screaming to and kiss him… And more things. Damn hormones.”

You watched the race from his box, wearing the headphones. Of course you had to go to the bathroom at least 8 times during the race, but you still enjoyed everything. He finished P3, which led to everyone cheering for his podium. When he got back from interviews, the first person the german saw in the room was you, running towards you, hugging you softly.

“I’m proud of you.” You whispered, running your hands on his back.

“Thanks, I’m really happy to finish in a high position like that.”

“You deserve it.”

After he changed, you said goodbye to the girls and got back into his apartment again, he told you he was going to celebrate with the boys later, so he wanted you to choose a nice outfit for him; this event was closed for the drivers only, so unfortunately you couldn’t go with him - he tried to get you in, but if no one was bringing their significant others, he wouldn’t do it either. When you closed his door and turned to him, he was waiting for you in the closet already.

“Go to take a shower first and I’ll choose your outfit. It’s formal, right?”

“Kind of.”

You choose a pastel green tailored trousers and a blazer, for the button-up shirt, a white one with beige stripes and for the shoes, all white nike’s. When he entered the room just on his boxers, you looked away, biting your lips and waiting for him to try the outfit.

“I look awesome. You really know how to choose a look.” Mick was looking at himself in the mirror, while you were close to him, fixing his sleeves.

“You're welcome.” You smiled. “Not that you aren’t sexy usually, if that makes it easier.”

“I didn’t know you found me sexy.” You finished the last touches, now looking at him.

“Everyone thinks you’re sexy.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never heard from you.”

You were getting dangerously close, with your head looking up at his eyes while he was hovering over you.

“C’mon… Isn’t it obvious?” You joked, trying to look away from him.

Neither of you noticed what was actually happening until your lips touched each other’s, starting on a unsure yet romantic kiss. His hands gripped your waist, pushing you against the wall, while your hands were stretching in his neck. It was unexpected how both of you reacted to the kiss, however neither of you wanted to let go, unfortunately air was still necessary.

“We’re only friends…” You muttered under your breath.

“Yeah, yeah… Friends.”

He couldn’t hold himself, taking off the blazer and kissing you again, this time his tongue going against yours, moving slowly, making you moan inside his mouth. That made him feel even more attracted than he was before, backing off from your swollen lips to trail kisses to your neck, while his hands travelled through your body. The excitement was so big that you didn’t even realise when your leg went up in his thigh, caressing around while you felt like you were in paradise with the kisses. Out of nowhere, he grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling you into his lap as pressing you again against the wall.

“Bedroom… Now.” You said incoherently, because his kisses and bites were making you crazy.

“Right.”

Since he had to look where he was going, you started to deposit kisses into his neck, taking time to lick and bite each one of them. Mick groaned with your actions, squeezing your thighs against his body; you could feel the growing bulge in his pants. He left you on the bed, laying and pulling you on top of him, grabbing your waist. To provoke him, you wiggled your hips to adjust yourself, making him bite his lower lip, moving his body against yours.

“Take your shirt off.” He demanded so you did, soon starting to unbutton your shirt.

He started kissing you again, grabbing your thighs again and grinding your body against his. He was hard and you were impressed how big he was - not that you didn’t look when he was wearing his race suit; the feeling of him was making you wet in your panties. You were both shirtless, making out in his bed, ignoring that his phone was constantly ringing.

Slowly, he started to take your pants off and soon he was taking his shoes and pants off. Both of you moaned when you touched each other just with the underwears; his precum was leaking into the boxer and you could sense it, while your wetness could be felt by him. You kept grinding against each other, Schumacher lowering his hands to your ass and making the movement more rough and fast earning another moan from you. Your face was into his neck, marking him so he could remember it tomorrow.

When he started to play with the fabric of your panties, you put your hands on top of his, stopping the action.

“Mick… I don’t think I want to do everything.”

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay.” He put a hand on your face, caressing it. “Tell me what you want.”

“The kissing and grinding is fine.” You leaned into his touch. “I don’t feel comfortable doing anything besides… You understand, right?”

“Of course I do.” He let you lay by his side.

“Also… We were just cooling off heat, right? This is not going to affect anything.”

He stopped for a few seconds, like he was disappointed for not considering anything besides a friendship, but again, he would take your time because he understands how hard this was for you.

“Yeah, whatever you feel the best.” He kissed your forehead. “Now you excuse me, because I have to deal with this before I go out with the boys.” He pointed to his boner, which made you laugh out loud.

“I love your honesty!”

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Mick arrived at the event half an hour late, although for him it was worth it. He walked to his friends with a smile that could light up a whole town.

“Finally, the last one!” Ocon said loudly.

“Stop it!” He punched his arm lightly. “Olli wasn’t feeling good.” lie. “And I was helping her.” half-truth. “You know, pregnancy problems.” also half-truth.

“Dude, you act like you’re the baby daddy.” Max intervened.

“Shush it, Verstappen. Little P is pratically your daughter. ” He got a drink. “And, I’m her best friend.”

“Sure… Best friends.” Lance said.

“It’s true, c’mon! The girl is going to raise a kid by herself, the best I can do is to be her friend.” Mick sighed. “Seb lives far from us, so he can’t be around all the time…”

“You’re not helping yourself, bro.” Ocon tapped his shoulder.

He was getting more uncomfortable with the conversation being about him.

“I’ll be right back.” With that, Schumacher left the room.

He was on the balcony, looking at the city, wishing you were there. Of course it looked like he was the baby daddy, not that he sometimes didn’t wish for it, but the only thing he actually wanted was to be with you, be able to tell the world you were his girlfriend, on the other hand, he would understand why you weren’t ready for a relationship. Maybe he needed to move away a little from you, so he could move on.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher fanfiction #mick schumaher fluff #mick schumacher angst #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 imagine #f1 fanfiction

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rafesveryrealgf · 1 year

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Expecting & expectations

(Dad!rafe x Teen daughter!reader)

Warnings: NON CANON, talk of pregnancy, pregnancy, cursing, talk of lowkey forbidden relationship, talk of underage sex, argument, angst, LOTS of crying, reader throwing up (if there’s more feel free to lmk) cameron!reader

Synopsis: Rafes daughter tell him she’s pregnant.

A/N: this was terribly edited so if there’s any mistakes don’t hesitate to lmk

You woke up feeling nauseous, rolling over to look at your alarm clock on your nightstand. The time marked three in the morning. When your stomach began to churn even more you ran to the bathroom that was connected to your room where you began to nonstop puking.

You had no idea how you were going to get up and go to school in 3 hours.

As you pushed off the toilet to pick yourself up off the floor, you noticed the tampons that sat on your bathroom counter and grimaced at the fact that you couldn’t remember the last time you even used one.

Once you realized that everything became a blur.

You brushed your teeth and made it back into your bedroom and laid on your bed, praying it was just a coincidence and that your period had just decided to come late this month.

Hours later you found yourself still thinking about your missed period and upset stomach, even after your alarm clock for school went off. You were too stressed pondering on the fact that you could be carrying a child. You were seventeen and although you and your boyfriend had been together for almost two years, it didn’t matter. You knew your mom would be upset yet still understanding, but your dad? he would kill you for getting pregnant, especially with a pogues baby, and not only was it a pogue, but it was the offspring of JJ Maybank.

You kept the fact that you were dating JJ Maybank’s son from everyone because you knew it would eventually get back to your parents if you hadn’t.

You’d driven to a pharmacy off the island to ensure there was no talk about you buying a pregnancy test, being a cameron and all, you knew word would spread fast and you didn’t want your dad to know, especially if the test had come out negative.

You finally arrived back home, rushing to the bathroom.

You had to know and fast.

After the time was up you reached for the pregnancy test.

You stared at the two pink lines on the stick, with tears streaming down your face.

Positive.

It was positive.. you were pregnant.

You looked over to the counter next to you at the other two positive pregnancy tests, not believing what you were seeing.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had left your room, the thought of facing you parents after finding out what you had found out made you sick.

You were rafe’s little girl and now you have to tell him you’re having a little one of your own, and that just didn’t sit right with you.

The thought of telling your boyfriend wasn’t nearly as scary as the thought of telling your parents their daughter was having a baby.

you knew your dad would be upset, but you didn’t know how upset.

Part of you felt idiotic for not just asking your parents to get on birth control, that would’ve hurt a lot less than an ‘out of the blue’ pregnancy announcement, but you were too embarrassed, too scared of how they would react to their daughter asking for birth control, and getting on the pill indicated you were sexually active which would leave many unanswered questions lingering their minds.

Questions like ‘Who are you planning to have sex with?’ which you weren’t equipped to answer yet.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a knock on your bedroom door, you looked over to your door quickly wiping your puffy eyes and sitting up against your headboard before you gave a ‘come in’ to whoever was at your door.

You bit your nail as you watched your mom walk into your room with a soft smile.

She was worried, you could tell.

“Hey, baby,” she came closer. “Feel like i haven’t seen you in forever.” Your bed sunk in a little as she sat down on the edge.

Her soft tone made you instantly burst into tears, holding your arms out for her to hug you.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong princess?” She let your head sink into her chest as she looked down at you.

“I messed up, mom.” You swallowed, knowing this was the moment you were going to tell her. “Like really messed up, okay? an..and I don’t know what to do and i’m scared. i’m scared you and dad will hate me.” The tears were rushing down even faster at this point.

“Baby, we could never, ever hate you. You’re our little girl.” She slightly smiled down at you while slowly dragging her hand up and down your back.

That had eased your mind a little.

Deep down you knew she was right. They could be upset but they couldn’t hate you.

You slowly leaned your head up to be face to face with her. “I’m pregnant,” you blurted. “And i’m sorry, i..i fucked up really bad, mom.”

Her face fell from a soft smile.

She had so much to say before and now she it was nothing but silence for a good minute.

“please say something, mom…” You pleaded.

Anything would’ve been better than the blank stare she was giving you.

You couldn’t make out what she was thinking.

“Wh- what do you mean you’re pregnant y/n,” she finally spoke.

After a long talk with your mom and answering all the wondering questions she had, the thing you dreaded the most was coming.

You had to tell your dad.

Your mom was understanding.. to an extent. She didn’t shame you or tell you that you were reckless instead she asked you what you wanted to do about the baby. she told you, you should’ve just asked her to get you on birth control if you were going to be sexually active.

obviously.

You and your mother slowly walked down the flight of stairs, hand in hand as your mom gave you a quick reassuring smile, you returned a slight smile back.

And to be quite frank. You were scared shitless.

Your dad was pacing around in the living room, on a phone call with one hand on his hip.

He looked up at you and your mother as you reached the last steps and gave you both the ‘give me one second’ look.

You and your mother stood silently as she reassuringly rubbed your shoulder while waiting for him to get off the phone and when he finally did.. it was time.

“Hey princess,” he held his arms out with the smile on his face that you loved so much. you ran over to him, hugging him tightly and quickly buried your head into his chest. “Everything alright?” He slightly laughed looking down at you.

He looked up to your mother and noticed the serious expression on her face.

He knew something was up.

“Talk to me princess.” He slowly swayed his hand over your hair a couple times before placing his hand on your back.

You looked up at your worried father, stepping back. “I..I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“I can’t promise I won’t be mad…” He grinned tilting his head a little. “But.. I will try, okay?” He reached his hand up to your chin, wiping the tears away from your face.

You turned to your mom who was still behind you, she gave a slight nod before you turned back to your father, nodding your head at him.

“I don’t want this to change how you view me,” you attempted to swallow down your tears. “you..you know i’ll always be your little girl,”

“right.” he slowly nodded his head.

“And you know i’d never purposefully hurt you or want you disappointed in me, right?” You nodded your head.

“Baby spit it out you’re scaring me.” He chuckled.

“I’m pregnant,” you choked out. “And i’m so fucking sorry if you’re disappointed in me, i’m disappointed in myself,”

His face dropped, all humor had left the chat.

And just like your moms face when you first told her, it was a blank stare that you couldn’t read.

But the silence didn’t last as long.

“No.”

Was all he could say.

your heart shattered at that. “I’m sorry, dad,” you followed him as he turned around and started pacing around the living room. “I’m so fucking sorry, okay?”

“No. no, we raised you better than this,”

He dragged his hands down the second half of his face.

“An..and, what? your mom knew about this? ‘cause she sure as hell isn’t acting surprised right now.”

“i just told her today.”

He dragged his tongue between his lips and nodded.

“And who’s the dad?”

Your throat tightened at that sentence.

“JJ Maybank’s son,”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to be even more upset, but that sentence had did it for him.

“Unbelievable. You got knocked up by a Pogue?” His voice got louder and more stern.

He walked closer to you.

“Do you know how stupid that’s gonna make me look? my daughter having a Pogues baby?” He pointed to his chest, gesturing himself.

“I know dad,” You murmured.

“An..and what? You’re just sleeping around now y/n?”

“We’ve been together for over a year,” You were fighting back tears. “We didn’t tell anyone.”

“Rafe, baby c’mon,” Your mom defended. “that’s still our daughter and she already feels bad enough.”

He nodded and scoffed as he began pacing around again.

You had heard enough and you accepted your dads harsh words.

He would either come around or he wouldn’t, but you couldn’t sit there while he lectured you some more.

As you sat in your room, you could heard your parents going back and forth; arguing, as if you weren’t there. it hurt you that your parents were fighting because of you.

A couple days had passed and all you had gotten was silent treatment, you just wanted your dad to be there for you; his daughter; his only daughter. Maybe that’s why you getting pregnant had hit him a little harder. His baby girl was unexpectedly pregnant and he hadn’t even met the guy that had knocked her up.

Even if he had met the guy that knocked you up, it wouldn’t have been pretty considering he’s a Pogue and the son of JJ Maybank.

Either way you lose.

You walked downstairs to get a bottled water when you saw your dad standing at the kitchen island. He looked up at you as if he were surprised to see you, as if it weren’t your house too.

“Hey, dad,” you gave a slight smile, opening the fridge door.

In all honesty after all the silent treatment you had been given, you didn’t expect a ‘hey’ back.

He returned the smile. “Hey, princess,” you whipped your head towards him as if he had just said the most surprising thing ever.

You didn’t know exactly what to say back, so you just smiled once again and reached in the fridge to grab what you had went downstairs to get in the first place.

you made your way back upstairs.

“Y/n,” he sighed.

You turned your head towards your father who looked stressed out thinking about what to say next.

“I’m sorry,”

You turned around and slowly made your way back down the stairs.

As you made your way back down the stairs he made his way over to you.

“I know you’re a smart girl,” He grinned. “‘Cause you’re my girl. So it doesn’t matter how this..“ He gestured to your stomach. “..happened.”

Those words had tears forming in your eyes.

He frowned at you when he saw the tears kissing your eyes. “I..I’m sorry, okay?”

You were at a loss for words. You knew the second you tried to speak tears would start uncontrollably rushing down.

You and your dad always had a good relationship, he was good to you and he was good to your mom so you knew the words he had said days before came from a place of hurt.

You started sobbing as you jumped into his arms,

he began stroking your hair. “I love you, princess, we’ll figure every thing out,”

You nodded repeatedly.

He kissed your temple. “Together.”

#rafe cameron #dad!rafe #rafe x reader #obx #outerbanks #rafe x teen!reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 10 months

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Am I the asshole for asking my sister to leave our room with someone who may have been in contact with Covid

This was years ago about a few months into quarantine, back when Covid tests took 7 says for results, and also title itself sounds really selfish and cruel which is why I’m asking

Some background: we are a family of 6. We don’t have a lot of space so my sibs and I (21 at the time) have to share rooms. My two younger sibs share and I share w/ my older sib(22). Our rooms are small enough where we have to share a bed, no desks just a few dressers and a nightstand. We’ve been sharing a room for as long as I can remember so we’re used to this

My parents went to a wedding (I know I know we were all livid) and they heard a few people got sick. They said that these people were all eating questionable food and it was only those people who felt sick. But just in case our mom told us to only leave our rooms when necessary until results came in. My mom stayed in one part of the house that is tucked away from the rest of the rooms. Our dad staying in the living room or just occasionally left the house. It was like this for a day.

The next day I had forgotten that I had a therapy appointment through zoom. Because if my mental health I sometimes forget what day these appointments are or I just straight up not go, that’s definitely on me I’m not gonna pretend that it isnt. My therapist told me if I do this one more time or if I push the date again they might have to take me off because investment as a patient or something. I had set a remind when I had 30 min until my appointment so it was too late to push back.

My sib is always pissed when I ask them to leave for my appointments saying things like “it’s my room too” or “does it even help you? Why do I have to leave my room if you aren’t improving” Appointments last an hour and I usually get emotional afterwards so I need an additional 20-30 mins to get back to normal.

When I asked her to go she refused. She said since our parents might have Covid she didn’t want to go out unless necessary. I told her my appointments are necessary and she shot back since I’m doing something I should leave instead. The problem is we have nowhere private to go to. The living room is too open and right next to our other sibs’ room, the only way to the back porch is through the room our mom was in, since our dad irregularly leaves the house and comes back I didn’t know if he would walk into the middle of my appointment. My sib said I could just wear headphones for privacy but they’ll still hear ME which I don’t want either. I begged her if she could just stay in my sibs room until I was done but she wouldn’t budge. Either I go or I have to figure something out

In the end I just told my therapist I didn’t want to talk out loud and i spent that one writing in chat very very aware my sib was right next to me even if she wasn’t paying attention. I couldn’t relax at all.

I was really upset with her the rest of the day but looking back I was asking her to leave with the risk of Covid (which came back negative from our parents btw, later learned it was food poisoning on those guys) so that might completely overshadow everything and plus how I felt doesn’t mean I wasn’t an asshole about it. Also I am not in a bad/strained relationship with my sib. We get along most of the time

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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tsuchinokoroyale · 6 months

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Genuinely nonjudgmental ask: Does having unprotected sex ever make you nervous? Have you ever had an STI? I just opened up my relationship with my boyfriend, so I immediately got on PrEP. I still have been using condoms when I’m fucking with anyone that’s not my partner, but I’ve gotten skeptical responses from every guy when I bring up wearing them. I just want to protect myself and my bf from other STIs. I’m considering lying and saying that I’m not on PrEP just to get less pushback. Again, this is not a judgmental ask. I’ve just been out of the game for years, and it seems like the rules have changed!

There are 3 things I’ve always used to protect myself against STI’s:

1. Trust in your fellow man

2. DDF? Tested?

3. The Vibe Check

The first two are basically wet tissue paper level defense, but it’s basically the idea that someone who has the symptoms of an STD/knows they have one wouldn’t willingly go out and spread it. But some STI’s are communicable before they are detectable or symptomatic so they’re honestly weaker than wet tissue it’s more like semi-permeable membrane levels of protection.

I bank the hardest on the last one, which does employ a little bit of judgement but it’s my health so I do what I want to. I prefer to have sex with people that are selective with their partners, people that either don’t sleep around much because they have a primary partner or because they prefer fwb situations. Of note, its important that they mention that they still get tested frequently.

Most one night stands I have I’ll use protection unless they pass the vibe check so hard that my bottom instincts override my better senses and I need their DNA inside me.

Which leads me to

“The Backseat Sloppy Incident”

I had a fwb situation at one point with a friend who had recently become single. He hadn’t topped anyone since he broke up with his boyfriend, it’s been a few months, he didn’t really like hook ups, and of course he made me laugh and had a very shapely shape during sweatpants season. We hung out one night and I very coolly said “hey why aren’t we having sex with each other” and he was like “huh good point” and then we fixed that.

And then it suddenly started to burn when he peed.

We both freaked out and got tested. It was Gonorrhea. We both got our shots in the butt, or really he got two shots in his butt and I got ONE MASSIVE SHOT THAT HURT LIKE ALL HELL and when that was done I was back to taking his loads like I was a laundry machine.

But there was still the question of: How did he get it ?

See I tested negative for gonorrhea. I had em swab everything and test for everything but only he came back positive. I was completely clean.

We puzzled over this many a time because the only time he did anything was when he picked up a Tinder date from the train station who gave him head in the backseat of his car as thanks. He’d told me this had happened as well, to which I said “Damn instead of saying thank you I’m just gonna start giving backseat sloppy from now on”

But that had happened like a month prior. STIs can have a rather lengthy incubation period but a month is pretty long. And I won’t have any character assassination of this boy, I trust him with my life and he honestly still owns this hole if he didn’t live so far away but anyways the point is you truly just never know.

I haven’t had an STI as of yet, but I’m sure that’s mostly just luck. I’ve put myself in seedy situations and come out clean, and the closest I’ve come to catching an STI was a situation where I thought for sure it wouldn’t be an issue. Keep watch over your body, take ya meds, get tested frequently, and always use a condom unless you’re either 100% sure you don’t need one or you’re ready to reckon with any consequences that come your way. Anyone that gets pissy about you using condoms is being a brat who doesn’t respect your health boundaries. And what do we say to sleeping with people who don’t respect your boundaries?

🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️

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angelst4re · 1 year

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Hey, so I just found out that I am infertile and I'm really devastated because I wanted kids someday. I was wondering if you could write a Jamie one shot ab it to help? Like the reader and Jamie, both really wanted kids, and Jamie comforts and holds the reader while she has a breakdown. Tysm

hi my love! i'm so sorry to hear that and i hope you're doing okay... i just found this hiding in my drafts and i'm so so sorry i haven't posted it sooner </3

By Your Side- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

summary: your boyfriend comforts you after finding out bad news...

warnings: none?

notes: this is quite short, i wish i wrote more! but this is quite a sesitive topic for some people so i've tried to go about this gently, and although i know this doesn't mean much but i really hope you can take even the slightest bit of comfort from this <3

It was on the car ride home where you began to break down. You had been at the hospital all morning, hoping for good news, but what you were told instead shattered your world. You and Jamie had been trying for a baby for almost a year now, and after the 8th negative test, you decided to see a doctor. They took samples of your blood and examined you to see if there was any particular reason you had difficulty trying to conceive.

Jamie was with you, of course. He wouldn’t let you go by yourself when he saw how anxious you were, and he made sure to sit by you the entire time. The last thing he wanted to do was let you go through this alone. When your results came back, the doctor took you into a different room, where he told you the results. You were unable to have children of your own, you were infertile.

You managed to hold back the tears, smiling and nodding as the doctor discussed the other results that came back from the tests. When you returned to Jamie, he asked if everything was okay, and you told him you didn’t want to talk about it yet, not here. So he drove you home.

His eyes kept drifting away from the road and over to you every now and then. You rested your head against the window of the car, gazing into the distance.

“How about, when we get home, I’ll run you a bath, cook us a nice dinner and put a movie of your choice on?” Jamie asked, his hand placed gently on your thigh- and you flinched at his touch. “Darling?”

However, you struggled to answer as you almost began choking on your tears, unable to hold them back any longer. Thankfully, Jamie was pulling into the driveway now, and your legs just managed to carry you inside before you fell to the ground, bursting out in tears.

“Sweetheart,” Jamie crouched beside you, pulling you to his chest. He assumed he knew what this was about, that the news you received from the doctor had upset you. That it wasn't the news you wanted to hear. “Let it all out, darling.” He said, stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest.

“I’m s-so sorry!” You wailed out, struggling to catch your breath, almost as if you were hyperventilating. “I’m sorry!” You repeated, and Jamie’s heart broke into a million pieces.

“Shhh, it’s not your fault, darling. Don’t apologise! Never think this is your fault, love.” He said, holding you tight as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“But I don’t want you to l-leave me, Jamie, please!”

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, trying to calm you, “I’ll never leave you, darling. This doesn’t mean I’ll love you any less, okay? You’re still all I want-”

“But we can’t have children, Jamie! I’ve always wanted kids and now- I- we-” You couldn’t finish your sentence, but Jamie knew what you were saying.

He kept you held close to his chest, your tears began to stain his jumper, but he didn’t mind. That was the last of his worries right now.

“Oh, darling, I know…” He frowned, “but there are other options, love. Maybe we could look into them later, see how else we could go about this? How does that sound?”

You sniffled, nodding your head.

“But for now, I’ll go up and run you bath, sweetheart-”

“Will you stay there with me? I’m sorry, it s-sounds silly but I don’t want to be alone.” You asked, sitting back so you could see his face.

“Of course I will.” He said with a soft smile, his hand rubbing your back softly. "Of course I will."

Jamie ran you a bath, and cooked your favourite dinner. Once out of the bath, Jamie dressed you in one of his hoodies and you both settled down in bed to watch a movie. Although Jamie was also devastated by the news, he wanted to stay strong for you, and he remained hopeful.

After you fell asleep in his arms, he reached over for his phone and began to search for other options. He made a list of what he found, ready for when you wanted to discuss the other options. But for now, you being healthy, safe and asleep in his arms was all he could ask for.

#jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell bower x reader #jamie bower #jamie bower x reader #jamie campbell bower rpf #jcb

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 14

Summary: does he come back?

Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader

Rating: angst

Warnings: angst, mild language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.2K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Honey, can you come here for a minute?” Biting at your lip, you leave your perch by the window. Writing and looking down the driveway, hoping that you would see that bright red Ford, but you never do. With your notebook in your hand, you walk into your parents’ bedroom where your mom was rubbing her hand on the bed. “I think we need to talk.”

You aren’t sure what this could be about, so you stand there flabbergasted as she pats on the bed again, “You wanna sit down?”

“Kinda working on my book.”

“What else did you do this summer?” You give her a shrug, because you weren’t telling them about Cole until he came back. “Honey, how were things with you and Hal?”

“Fine. What is this about?”

“When we came home, you weren’t here. You were somewhere, and you left your toys, lingerie, and pregnancy test for your daddy and me to find,” you take a second to grimace at her referring to your father as daddy, but also at everything she found. “Sex is…normal, and healthy.”

“Yeah, and I’ve had the sex talk. And if I didn’t and there’s a pregnancy test in my garbage can, you’re a bit late. It was negative by the way. I really don’t want to have this conversation with you,” and there were more tests where that came from. It was like this constant paranoia of needing to test now.

“Was he…your first?” You give her a head nod, looking out her window. You just couldn’t meet her eyes. What you had with Cole was so much more than just sex. He was everything. What you have was perfection. “Were you safe?”

“Uh…safe enough.”

“I’m not sure how to take that.”

“You saw the tests. Safe enough, but not safe enough to not test. I really don’t want to talk about my sex life with you.”

“Did…did he pressure you into sex?” If only she knew, sure he might have made your body feel things it never had before. Or even thought of. He made you feel them all. But he made them all fee

“No! My god, he made me wait. We didn’t use condoms, is that what you wanted to hear? He pulled out…most of the time. But he tracked my periods,” your mother groans, rolling her eyes. “What? You said sex is normal and healthy.”

“So…uh,” she had hoped this would eventually happen. This is what parents want for their children; to grow up and move on. But she feels she missed so much time with you. You were her little girl, and she comes back to know you were taking pregnancy tests, and had sex in her house. “So when do we get to meet this man?”

“He’s on a trip,” your mother stands up, and sits back down quickly. “He is. He’ll be back. He had to do something, and when he gets back, you can meet him.”

“Can you tell me who he is?” You shake your head no. Feeling a sense of sickness roll up your stomach. Belching makes your eyes burn, and you have to slowly close them. “Honey, I don’t know how to feel about this. Daddy and I went on a trip, and we trusted you.”

“Can you please quit calling him daddy? He’s my dad. My father. But…the house is still standing. The general store is still running and going great to the point where you’re having to hire someone to help out. You trusted me, and I didn’t fail you. Who I choose to have sex with is my business, and I don’t regret the decision. He was perfect, and he will be coming back soon, and you can meet him.”

“I don’t like this,” you didn't care. You were in love, and there was nothing that could change your mind. “I thought you said you were going to wait.”

“I did. I waited until I fell in love,” Tracy’s face finally softens as she stares at you. “I never said I wanted to wait on marriage. I wanted to wait on someone special. Wait on someone who I was in love with, and I did. I’m in love with him, and…when he gets back I’m moving in with him,” she shakes her head no, standing up from her bed as she walks out. “I am. I get to decide that. I am moving in with him.”

“Why? Why do you need to move in with someone that you don’t even know? I tell you living with a man is not all it’s cracked up to be.”

“I do know him. We spent everyday together. Every night together. I did love with him. I’m moving in with him because I basically already lived with him and it’s what I want to do. He stayed here a few times, but I lived with him. Loretta Lynn, too. We had things at his house. And you can’t stop me. This…this is…” you gulp, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself. “This is…it’s — what I’m going to do.”

“You okay?” Taking a deep breath, you steady your sickening stomach. Anytime you thought of someone telling you what you wouldn’t do with Cole you got nauseous. Still feeling a bit off when you nod your head. “Honey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you assure her, and try to convince yourself. You were fine. It was fine. Everything was going to be fine.

Bee,

Baby I miss you so much. In all our time together, we never had the need for a phone, but I could really do with the sound of your voice. I think more about you than anything. You would hate this house. I hate it now. It’s so cold, and it doesn’t have any part of you in it. The smell of you no longer lingers on my clothes. I can’t taste you on my lips anymore, and still you reside in every part of my brain. I don’t know how you did it. You have ruined me. The selling of the house is going slower than I wanted. And I can’t wait to see you again. Bee, I’m not ashamed that I love you, and we will break the news to your parents. I’m sure I’ll have to calm your dad down. If you could call my number, so we have a daily way to speak, but I do like the idea of writing letters. You always write beautifully. I love you my sweet Bumblebee.

Your fingers rummage through the mail on the table, and still nothing from Cole. It was becoming harder and harder to believe that this summer ever even happened. But there were remnants of Cole all around you. You couldn’t deny what you had. Convinced yourself that something was wrong, because Cole never returned. There was zero contact.

You stomp your foot, before running back upstairs. Ignoring your mom calling you back down, before she covers her mouth, “She’s got a damn attitude.”

“Alan.”

“What? You expect me to be calm. Some secret comes into her life, changes everything, and you expect me to be calm? You want me to pretend that while we were gone…she’s our baby. And some bastard took advantage of her.”

“I don’t think that’s what it was,” you and your mom talked regularly. She wasn’t convinced that some man was that good of an actor, making you believe how much he loved you. She, too, believed that this mystery man was in love with you. “Don’t you go up there.”

“She…she needs to head to work. She’s got the store today. And don’t you say, ‘Oh Alan’. She’s not broken. And Hal…” your mom rolls her eyes, standing to walk in another room. “Hal said he can be there for her.”

“Oh, and she goes out with Hal, and everyone in town will talk.”

“Everyone in town is already talking, Trace. They’re talking. She could do worse than Hal,” hearing your parents argue about your life, you sink lower on the wall. Hal was not Cole. He was a good friend, but he was not Cole. “She’s going to work today.”

You wipe a single tear off your face, tracing a finger around your ring. He was real. He was going to be coming back. You just knew it. Felt it in every fiber of your body. He wouldn’t want to stay away. He would want to be with you. Smiling to mask the tears, you push yourself up off the floor. Needing to get ready for work. A sad day that was missing your favorite person. Cole would know what to do to make you feel better. Just him holding you would make you feel better.

Biting your nails had become a disgusting habit that you couldn’t stop. Nervously biting at your lip when your hands were busy. No one came in while you were here. No doubt someone had told your ‘secrets’ to the more judgemental people in town. Too much idle time made you think. You didn’t want to think. You knew Cole was coming back.

Hearing the bell ring, you straighten yourself up quickly. Before backing up behind the counter, moving yourself as far away from him as you could. “Got yourself into some trouble, huh?” The disgusting preacher says as he glides through the store. “You were warned what that man was going to do. Now look at you. Alone.”

“I know a few other girls that have been left alone. He hasn’t left me.”

Bill looks around the general store with a sneer, “That truck tends to stand out. You were blinded by money, huh, Bumblebee?” You hated him. You shouldn’t hate people, but you hated him. He chuckles under his breath, grabbing a bottle of Coke, and a packet of peanuts before walking to the front.

“Didn’t peg you for having daddy issues.”

“Three seventy five,” he hands you his card, but you knew he wasn’t finished. The best plan of action was to just ignore him all together. Cole was no longer here to enforce the preacher to stay away, and you were too ashamed to say anything to your father.

“Used goods.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Well, it’s a funny thing about men and women, and why you stupid girls should not fall for a handsome face. Men can have their little play toys, and no one is none the wiser. But you sweet little things, your appeal is gone after you spread your filthy little legs,” a cracking sound echoes throughout the general store, and you glare at him. He was a pig. He could say what he wanted to about Cole because they were all lies. Bill was a pig.

“You know, I always took you as a respectable woman. But you wear that badge of promiscuity proudly with honor. Your daddy can’t get you out of this anymore. Neither can your father,” he smirks at you. His rotund belly jiggling with laughter.

“Get out of here,” his mouth turns up into an evil grin. The perfectly pink mark of your hand stinging into his skin, and you hoped it left a mark until his next service. “Get your disgusting ass out of my store.”

“At least I didn’t fuck you and leave you. You were just the first girl stupid enough in this town to get with a man that was always going to leave. You were warned. If it wasn't you, it would have been some other silly little girl. Why do you think he chose you? Made you his little whore.”

“Do you want a mark on your other cheek so you have a matching pair? I asked you to get out of my fucking store. Now, get the fuck out of my store. I believe you were already told once to stay out.”

“And you need to remember I’m not the only one that has secrets.”

It’s your turn to smile as you turn to the side, reaching below the counter for a gun, “I’m not ashamed of my secrets Preacher Bill. How many of them are you afraid of? Cole will be back. Don’t you worry.”

Bee,

I’m going crazy here. I haven’t heard anything from you. I’m sorry if I did something. But this summer was everything to me. The lack of a response from you makes me want to believe you feel differently. But I know you don’t. I know you were feeling the same thing. I hope this isn’t about your parents. We will tell them. I will tell them. I can’t be in that town if I can’t be with you though. Sweetheart, please, just give me something. Tell me you hate me for leaving you. Tell me you never want to see me again. Don’t say nothing at all. Don’t do this. Don’t act like we never existed. I want to give you everything. Every part of me is yours. But don’t ghost me like this. I love you, and I need to hear something. Just please respond with something.

“Have you checked the mail?” You lean over into the kitchen, seeing both your parents whispering at the table makes you want to leave immediately. They were always whispering about you and your predicament, “Never mind.”

“Honey, sit down,” you shake your head no, refusing to look your father in the eyes. “Who was he?”

“Nobody. Nobody that…Dad, I love him,” your voice squeaks out, and you cover your face with your hands. “I love him, and he promised to write, and he hasn’t. What did I do wrong?” Alan stands up, wrapping his arms around you and holds you as tight as possible. “I don’t know what I did wrong. I haven’t heard anything from him. But I know how much he loves me.”

“Honey…”

“No! He loves me. He promised he would be back, and he will.”

“Then tell us who he was. Did…did he force himself on you?” Your crying gets louder as you shake your head no. “Then why won’t you tell me?”

“You’ll be mad. He’s coming back. I know he is. He wants to be the one that talks to you,” thankfully Hal walks in, still sweating from the day, “Did you check the mail?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, wiping a hand on his neck. “There wasn’t anything today. Could…can I have a minute alone?” He looks to your father, who nods his head as you walk with Hal out to the front porch swing. Your eyes across the road to that old barn, and your honey bees out in front. You knew he would be back. Cole never once lied to you.

“Maybe it’s time to let this go. Your dad is always asking about him, and — what if he doesn’t come back?”

“He is,” you inform him. Cole Turner would be back. You could feel it in your heart.

“I would like to be there for you. I quit going to the church. Bill was always preaching about a woman saving herself. Basically doing a sermon on how it’s okay to judge you,” you figured as much. You knew smacking him would have its consequences, and you didn’t even care. You were numb to anything that was about Bill. “I’m not Cole, but I’m here.”

“Hal, I never wanted you to be him. There’s only one him. I appreciate the offer, but I can’t think straight right now. I can’t sleep without a constant reminder of Cole being in my life. I can’t be the person you deserve, the person that you desire, because that part of me belongs to him.”

“Could you just think about it? You’re gonna need me,” he gives your thigh a tap. You didn’t need him. You wanted a friend for sure. But you were not looking for someone to take Cole’s place. “There’s only so much your father can do for you.”

“I don’t want sex.”

“I wasn’t offering. I was offering something more than that. Just…just think about it please? I don’t care what anyone says. They can say it about me. I don’t care,” you whisper out a thanks to him. Ready to go to your weekly night at Cole's little house, when Hal stands up and leaves, “No one has to know until you’re ready.”

You watch as his old truck heads down the driveway when you walk back inside, grabbing up your notebook, stuffed with an envelope, “I’m going on a walk,” you scream up at your parents, “Come on, Loretta, let's go walk.”

It was a bit of a trek to get to that little house, but you welcomed the silence. Spring was now turning into summer. Nearly the one year anniversary of when you first met Cole. First time seeing that bright smile and brilliant eyes. You were a goner from that first meeting. You couldn’t, and didn’t want to stay away from him, but the feeling was mutual.

There was no amount of thinking that could change your mind. Cole loves you. He loved you then, and he still loves you to this day. Maybe he needed a bit more time away. His lack of correspondence was what was confusing to you. You had so much you wanted to tell him, and you did. In unaddressed letters. Attaching photos and little notes, along with the letter.

Every week walking to his house, using your key to get yourself in. Making sure things are clean and dusted when you walk into the spare bedroom. Still empty except for that one bed, but underneath was a box of everything you wish you could say to Cole. A shoebox filled with the letters and pictures that were never sent to him. A date on the envelope, and you stare at all of them. He didn’t know. If he did he would be here.

“Cole, I think it’s time for you to come home.”

“I can’t,” he tells his mom. He had psyched himself out too many times to come home. Telling himself he just needed to see you in person, and let you tell him how you never wanted to see him again. “I can’t be there if I’m not with her.”

“Cole…I’m not doing well,” he freezes, this phone call eerily similar to the one two years ago. “You need to come home. She’s still here,” his lip trembles, looking at the island in his small apartment. He didn’t need the space. Didn’t need anything anymore. “I didn’t know, but I saw her. Son, please, just come home. You’re a grown man, and you need to act like one.”

“Fine. I’ll come home, but…don’t ask me to buy you anything at that store.”

“I wouldn’t think of sending you there at all.”

There was nothing for Cole here. But there was nothing for him, if you weren’t in his life. He rubs the bee pendant on his necklace in between two fingers, a constant reminder that you were real. He wished he hadn’t left. Maybe he would have gotten more time with you. Wished that he came back sooner, and let someone else deal with the selling of his house.

He wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Packing up everything he has, he is determined to see you. Even if you moved on, he was determined to talk to you. Try and figure out what had happened. Why you never returned none of his letters. You didn’t owe him anything, but he hoped you would give him answers. Something. Anything.

“You look fine,” Cole deadpans, staring at his mother. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just saying it was time for you to man up. You know, it took me a while to come back to this house. But when I did, I saw every week there is a woman that either walks or drives an old truck right down to your house, walks in, stays for an hour or so, and leaves.”

Cole looks down to his house, noticing how it still looked as if someone lived there. But it didn’t make sense, you hadn’t contacted him. The windows looked clean. There were potted plants out on the porch. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath; a lump rising up in his chest. It wasn’t possible. You were going to his house and cleaning at least the outside.

“Every week that woman goes to your house. She still loves you. I don’t know what happened, and that’s not what matters. What matters is that she still loves you. She makes sure that yours and her home is taken care of. I would have told you sooner, but I wasn’t here, or I didn’t notice. You know, the county fair is in town. Anybody who is anybody will be there tonight. It’s family night. Or you can wait and see her at the general store. It’s up to you.”

Cole looks back at his house quickly; you had kept it up. Two years later and it still looked just as good, and even better as when he left it. “Go,” his mother whispers, and he walks directly out the door. Jumping in his truck to head to the house first. He hopes to find you at the fair. Any part of you there. Just to see your face. See if you were with anyone. Or if you were still waiting on him the way he was waiting on you.

He slowly turns the knob of his house, and it was like no time had passed. There wasn’t an ounce of dust on any surface. Walking into the spare bedroom, still only a bed remains, but on the top of that bed is a book. Picking it up he can’t help but smile, you had finally did it.

Flipping through the pages, he makes him miss you more. You had autographed it. ‘To the man who gave me the best summer of my life. To the man that stained my heart just like Georgia clay. To the man I don’t want to remove from my life, and to the man that changed my life forever. I love you. Your sweetest little Bumblebee.’

You still thought of him. And with a quick skim, he can see just how much. It was a retelling of your summer together. He needs to see you. Not hesitating to speed his way to the fairgrounds. There was too much unsaid, and you had stained his heart just like he yours.

He throws his truck into park; leaving it in a spot he is sure he’ll be towed from, but he needs to find you. Speed walking through the crowd as his eyes scan around every attraction. Walking around the fair three times, and ready to give up when he hears your laugh.

Spinning around he spots you at a kiddie ride. Your eyes bright and animated as you wave at the passing cars, and a man was standing right beside you. His hand nervously goes around your back before he leans on the gate. Cole is in a trance and can’t look away, and still too scared to walk up to you.

The ride stops and a little boy in overalls runs up to you with his arms reaching up high. You scoop the toddler up in your arms, kissing all over his face when he reaches for the man. Hal. It was always Hal. It was like he couldn’t wait to weasel back in. He couldn’t hear anything but laughter as much as he wanted to. Cole’s demeanor completely changes in an instant. From hope to heartbreak. You moved on.

You didn’t need him the way that he needed you, and this was proof of that. Had made you a family with Hal. It’s what Hal had wanted all along.

As much as he wants to talk to you right now, it wasn’t the time or place. He assumed that you still worked at the store, considering you were still here. Hal must not share your dreams of travel. Or even your need to write. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, he will talk to you. He owed that to himself. To finally be able to let you go.

It was like deja vu parking his truck at the store. Not much had changed. Your truck now replaced with what he could only assume was your mom car. Even the ding of the bell was just the same. The only difference was that little boy beside the counter having lunch at a small table. His hands are sticky with honey as he dips an apple in the sugary sweet syrup. Smiling up at Cole when he shoves the wedge in his mouth.

“Hi,” he says over his full mouth. “Mmm,” his hand rubs over his overall belly. Nothing more is on him. Even his dirty little feet stained with Georgia clay tapping to the rhythm of the music.

“Be with you in a minute!” You scream from the back. “Getting ready for fresh sweet tea.”

“Mama,” the boy points into the back. “My mama,” he picks up a wedge of Brie cheese, dipping that in the honey as well when he offers it to Cole. He was beautiful just like you. “Wayton Toe,” he smiles, tapping on his chest while chewing on the wedge. “Some? Good? Nee. Appies.”

“Waylon!”

“Mama!”

“Stop talking to strangers,” you walk around the corner with the pitcher of tea, freezing when you see Cole. It was like staring at a ghost. He looked just the same as that day two years ago. He just didn’t look as cheerful as he once did. “Cole.”

“Wayton Toe.”

“What…what are…what are you doing here?” You sit down the pitcher not even knowing what to do but stutter and stare, and he was motionless. “You came back, and you’re not going to say anything.”

“Mama. Wayton Toe.”

“What’s he saying?” Your happy little boy holds an apple wedge in both hands, doing a happy dance. Thick honey rolling down his chubby arms, before cramming both pieces in his mouth. “Bee, what’s he saying?”

“Bee. My mama,” he smiles over his chipmunk cheeks. The chub covered in smeared honey, and Cole wants to get closer to him and you.

“Cole, this…this is my son, Waylon Cole.”

“Wayton Toe.”

“Oh god,” Cole squats down beside the little boy to really look at him. So much of him reminded Cole of his father. “How old are you?” He holds up one finger, clapping.

“He’s eighteen months old. He was named after his dad,” Cole’s face scrunches up, and he wipes at the tears falling from his eyes, but your sweet boy reaches for Cole’s hand to hold. “Waylon was one of the names his dad had picked out, and Cole…”

“Wayton Toe.”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“How?” It was one thing for Cole to turn up, and you knew he would eventually. But it was entirely another for him to question you. Nothing about your location had changed. You weren’t even sure where Cole was these past few years. “Tell me how I was supposed to tell you about your son?”

“I wrote you,” you shake your head no, needing to lean back on a counter as Cole sits completely on the floor to look at his son. “Bee, I wrote to you almost every single day.”

“I never got any letters. I promise. I checked every day. I wanted to tell you. I did. There’s…there's these letters in your house that I wrote you. They started as the usual love letters. To telling you how scared I was when I found out I was pregnant. How much I missed you, and how much my body was changing. And then when he was born…the letters were all about him. And how much our love made this perfect beautiful little boy. And every time I look at him all I see is his daddy. I couldn’t forget you if I wanted to.”

“Mama cy?” Waylon starts to stand, his dirty feet carrying him closer to you.

“Yes, mama is crying because she’s happy.”

“Why?”

“Waylon…”

“Wayton Toe.”

“Waylon Cole, this is Cole Turner.”

“Me! Me! Me Wayton Toe. Me…mama. Daddy?” Cole hides his face in his hands, his back bouncing as he cries. You had told Waylon about him. He knew that his dad’s name was Cole. “My daddy?”

“Yes, this is Cole Turner. The one that I told you about. He’s your daddy.”

Waylon takes a deep breath, those sticky hands try to remove Cole’s hands from his face. “Me Wayton Toe. Oo Toe Wiggle.”

“Wiggle?” Cole actually laughs, looking back at you his pretty blue eyes are rimmed in red. You couldn’t have dreamed this moment up. You had envisioned the day that Waylon would finally get to meet his dad, but you couldn’t have fathomed it would be this sweet. The way Waylon was tilting his head to the side to look at Cole. Even the way he smiles so big at his dad. Leaning down to pick up Cole’s hand and forcing him to hold his.

“He’s eighteen months old. He can’t say Riggan.”

“Toe Wiggle.”

“Oh lord, son,” Cole sniffles, moving his thumb over to Waylon’s face. Using the appendage to trace over his son’s features. “You…you called me Toe Wiggle.”

“Yep. Appies and nee?”

��He’s offering you some apples and honey,” Cole didn’t know who he wanted to look at more, his son or you. Waylon favored Cole’s father’s baby pictures so much. He is beautiful. “Apples and honey are his favorite.”

“Peachies.”

“He loves peaches, too. Big on peach ice cream. He’s never called anyone else daddy. Well…”

“Papaw daddy,” Waylon nods at you. His sticky finger pointing at Cole before booping his nose. “Papaw daddy and Hal and Etta.”

“Hal,” Cole says with complete irritation. He didn’t like that man. Did not like that he was still in your life, and your son’s. “How is Hal?”

“Don’t be like that. Hal has been good to us,” Cole rolls his eyes, going to stand up, but Waylon reaches for his hand, and Cole starts crying again. “Hal is a friend.”

“That’s all he is?”

“That’s all he ever was. Waylon, go wash your hands. You got to go back home and stay with nanny.”

“No, papaw daddy and Hal?”

“Nanny. Wash your hands,” he waddles off to the bathroom, and Cole walks right up to you. Grabbing at your hand, and you feel the honey residue that Waylon had given Cole. The times you had imagined the two of them getting alone. Knowing that Waylon would follow his dad around.

“Close the store,” Cole whispers when Waylon turns on the water. “Close the store, and…we need to talk. We lost so much time. He lost so much time. Close the store, and come to the,” Cole looks at the floor, words just couldn’t express everything that he was feeling. He had been feeling so many emotions for the past two years, but nothing prepared him for this. Prepared to see a part of his heart walking around on two legs, “Come home.”

“Cole,” you step up closer to him. Running your hand up and down his chest. He was finally back. He returned just like he promised, “I never moved on.”

"Neither did I."

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mopillow · 1 year

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Some people thought that OX COVID test was a pregnancy test so I made a micro fanfic, mind you I can’t write, I suck at it but I have so many drafts that I refuse to keep the small fanfics there, please excuse my poor writing

So it’s positive ….

It was right there, but why there’s a positive pregnancy test in He Tian’s apartment?? Wasn’t he with Mo?! How is it possible that….that fucking bastard, Jian Yi went out of the bathroom ready to look for He Tian, he could be scary when he wanted to, the door opened and for his surprise it was the person he was looking for, he didn’t hesitate to grab that bastard and slam him against the wall

JY: the fuck is wrong with you!! In your own house?! How could you do this to him?! Who’s the…

He Tian wasn’t happy about any of this, his face was of a person who was about to kill a blonde on their entrance, JY also noticed the bags he was caring and how in the process of slamming him some stuff fell on the floor

HT: what are you talking about?? I swear if you wake him up I’m gonna…

Jian Yi showed him the test and He Tian was confused

HT: you’re upset for that? All this for that?! I was about to let you know but you haven’t spend time with us for the past week so I don’t think…

JY: you were gonna tell me what?! That you had an affair and now your mistress is pregnant?! Do you think I want to know that?! What about Mo?!

HT: what??? That Mo’s test, what are you …

He Tian was processing what was happening and he decided that he can’t hit JY for what he did but he could have fun with him instead

JY: how can that be???

JY didn’t knew how this was possible but with the amount of time those two stayed inside their apartment this was not exactly a shock, only that he still can’t understand how Mo was pregnant, could they get pregnant?? When was the last time ZZX had his…wait they don’t have them, wtf is happening here???

JY: do you think I’m an idiot??

HT: look Mo took that test, as you can see is positive, we been trying to tell you but you and ZZX were on a trip so…

JY: you guys, how is it….

Jian Yi’s brain cells we’re trying to function but it wasn’t working

JY: … uh so how?? How???

HT: everything is posible in this days Jian Yi

True that’s true but still how is Mo pregnant?? How much money did He Tian payed to make this happen?? Was Mo ok with it or did He Tian tricked him??? He had so many questions and didn’t knew what to ask first, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard a noise coming for the stairs

MGS: what are you doing here?? Go home, or maybe you’re gonna have to stay now, I told you to call them

HT: I just went out for some food and was about to, but when I came back he was already here

JY: Mo, Mo how are you feeling?? You should be on bed, He Tian why isn’t he on the bed?? He needs to rest and food he needs foods, what kind of food do you feel like to? I’ll cook no no I make sure He Tian brings you the fanciest food, why are you still here go get him wherever he wants

Mo: Jian Yi even tho he’s negative I don’t think is a good idea for him to go out much

JY: OMG

He Tian’s fun didn’t last long and now he’s is trouble he knows it, damn it he should have made sure that Mo was sleeping but now is too late

Mo: the chances are low but you should take a couple of test and in case you start feeling weird in a few days…

JY: Me?! How is that possible??? How can I….

Mo: we’ll you came inside the house and even tho I been staying only on the upstairs bedroom there’s a chance for you to…

JY: you can get pregnant just for that?!

He Tian just closed his eyes knowing that once again he managed to fuck this up for himself

Mo: … did you said pregnant?! Pregnant!!!! HE TIAN!!!!!

#19 days #this is why I don’t write

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mezmer · 6 months

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Does anyone remember the mezmer mom divorce saga?

In 2020 I conceived my daughter in July. Outdoors lol. A month and a half later I took the test and expected it to be negative. Well it was positive, and Johnny and my mom were home at the time. I walked to the top of the basement stairs where my mom was doing some laundry and I told her it was positive. She said, WHAT, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

At the time that year she’d been playing World of Warcraft with some friends she met online, which she had done off and on since the game came out. She did voice chat, was in a guild, etc. the night after I got the positive test, she was on voice chat playing WoW, and her voice seemed to be higher pitched than usual talking to a man in her guild. My stepdad, who she had been married to for ten years, just got off of work and he thought nothing of it. I thought it was strange and I had a mysterious and vague premonition. Over the week, she continued playing with the guy and even mentioned him to me in a way I also thought was strange. By the end of that month, divorce was on the table. I held my stepdad while he cried. He thought she was having an affair with her boss and I tried to tell him it was a guy on WoW and he did not believe me. I was very close to my stepdad and he had kept a roof over my head for years; he was a great man. One day, maybe a couple months later after many arguments, my mom jumped in front of my stepdad’s car as he was attempting to drive away from the house. She hung on to the hood and he slammed on the breaks. I was not present but this is what I’d gathered from the situation. She called the cops and he was arrested for DV. Everything after that changed fast. He wasn’t allowed in his childhood home we lived in and my mom took over the house. She took weeks off of work to fly to California to meet the guy she met playing WoW. She took my 10 year old half brother with her. She was terrified of flying, so it was huge that she’d chose to do this. Of course there was a restraining order in place with my stepdad. My mom asked me to watch her three dogs while she was on vacation, so I did. She sent me pictures and went on and on about this guy. Something really embarrassing happened I shouldn’t say. She sent me a video on accident, and this to me showed her brain was experiencing side effects of long term amphetamine use. She has been taking ADHD meds constantly since she was a young child. Her behavior was erratic. Nothing substantial was happening in my own life aside from my progressing pregnancy. Months still passed, and I kept asking her when Brandon was getting the house back. The answer was different but the same every time : I don’t know.

I knew this was going to be bad. I didn’t plan on moving in with Johnny’s family because I didn’t really know them. In the final months of my pregnancy, they told me they were renovating to make a nursery for our child and that was that. I started nesting as you would say, and I started having Johnny and his dad slowly move things out of the house. Keepsakes clothes etc. My mom was reassuring me I’d have time to get those things. I wasn’t in contact with my stepdad who was staying with his father. The divorce was progressing quickly. I was worried and kept taking totes of my grandma’s belongings out of the basement. Oh and, that guy she met? He left her and ghosted her one day. This was probably 75% of the way through my pregnancy. She thought she was gonna marry this guy. Well immediately after she started going on tinder dates with strangers and having me watch my little brother. By now I had moved in with Johnny totally and was about to give birth.

Until finally, my mom was evicted. Cops came with Brandon and told her she had minutes to leave. She called me hysterically crying that they’d kicked her out. I know in my heart of hearts she was aware of an eviction date and I still have no idea why she didn’t tell me what it was. I also still had important things there. Then I give birth, I have my seizures, she continues dating people from tinder, and didn’t spend much time at all with me and my newborn daughter. I don’t know where she stayed, but quickly she found a man to move in with who she is still with now, and she drinks more heavily than she ever had.

The point of this is the remnants of my relationship with my stepfather. He was destroyed by the divorce (they married when he was 24 and she was 34) and he found it difficult to speak to me at all. I was also a fentanyl addict before this all happened and as a substance abuser, our relationship was difficult even then, though we both loved each other and were close family. Well I’d gotten sober and had my baby, and I did reach out and begged him to give any extra belongings of me, mom, and brothers to me so I could keep them safe here. He allowed me to come get two loads of stuff at first. I came and we hugged and talked for a short period of time. One of the loads was mostly literal garbage he’d found in his bedroom that my mom had compiled over that time. He was a busy worker and had little time to go through things, so he stuffed it all in boxes and brought it to the driveway. We lost contact after that.

Until two days ago, my mom called and said Brandon is moving out and he has a few boxes for me if I’d come get it. She gave me his number, I texted him, and I said I can come today, and I did. This time, I brought my daughter and we tearfully talked and hugged each other. He gave me more sentimental items this time. We told each other we loved each other and he met my daughter. He told me he will keep in contact with me now, and that the divorce was really hard on him. I gave him a letter I wrote to make amends for my substance abuse. That was that. It was incredibly intense and I’ve been thinking of it nonstop since then.

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The End (Xiao x fem!reader)

A/N: There's angst, abortion, nsfw concepts, and swearing! If you are uncomfortable with any of that please DON'T read! This was also written a while ago and was just a story concept I pumped out quickly before I forgot it.

(He’s pretty much straight faced for a good majority of this unless stated either wise lol.) (Also Xiangling is roommate/best friend)

(3rd Person POV)

He didn’t know how human relationships worked. They had been together for a long time. That night in her home, something just tugged at him and he couldn’t help himself. She was so intoxicating and he felt something warm inside of his heart. She stayed regardless of his true form and all the atrocities he committed in the past. She was scared, but trusted him…why? She was so…beautiful. He panted and caressed her cheek with his hand. Had he been someone else he would’ve said she was the one. “Are you alright?” “Yes, I’m ok.” Although his face didn’t show much emotion, his mind had millions of thoughts in his head. He got up from where she was laying and proceeded to pick up and gently toss her top garment at her. “Cover up.” “Why? U just saw all of me.” Airy laughs left her lips. “It doesn’t matter. I still want you to be decent. I want to keep some of your dignity.” “I guess.” She put the garment on. “Cant you at least stay just a little bit?” He fastened the vision back around his wrist back facing towards her and sighed. “Only for a little while.” She smiled. He came over and sat on the bed next to her after he finished dressing himself once more. He didn’t know what he wanted to do or what humans would normally do after the fact. He knew when her breathing slowed. He simply got up and left. ~~~

(1st Person) “So you’re telling me. You slept. With a fucking adeptus?!” “Yea?..” “Conqueror of Demons SPECIFICALLY.” “Yea…” “And your period is late.” “Yeaaaaaaaaa……” “Oh Rex Lapis. What, where, when, and how the hell?!” “A couple weeks ago?…”(sheepish) “Do I dare to ask what sex with him was like?!” “Iiiiiiiiiii think he’d prefer I don’t answer that question.” Bubu Pharmacy was busy when we got there. I stood outside and Xiangling bless her soul was kind enough to get the rest herself for me. I don’t think I could stand the embarrassment. “A pregnancy test Ms. Xiangling?” Baizhu asked. “It’s for a friend!” “Well I hope that your friend gets her preferred result.” We then went home. “What are you gonna do if it’s negative?” “I think I’d prefer that.” “What if it comes out positive?…” “I haven’t thought that far.” “You know you’d have to tell him right?” “I don’t know how he’d take it to be honest.” “Well bestie, I want u to know that no matter what I’ll be here to help u and support u ok?”

(time skip) Xiangling sat outside the bathroom cleaning around. It had been 10 minutes. She knocked on the door. “Hey? Is everything ok? Hello?” “Oh uh, I’m here.” “I-I take it from the amount of time you’ve been in there that the result isn’t very good?…"

She opened the door. I felt like I wanted to cry but I was also in disbelief. Xiangling opened her arms. “Cmere. It’s ok.” I let myself be embraced in the hug. Even if I wanted to cry, my body just didn’t seem to want to let me. “You know you have to tell him.” “He’ll come if I call out his name.” We decided to give me at least three days to think.

We went to the large tree in the clearing of Jueyen Karst(Azhdaha tree) for a secluded area away from human society. Xiangling agreed to stay nearby in the area just in case. After a while I quietly say, “Xiao?” Pause. The surrounding air stood still. “U called?” There he stood, behind me. I gave a small smile. We sat near the water's edge. “Hey. We haven’t spoken since…that one time.” He looked away at the ground either in shame or guilt. His expression didn’t give away too much. “Yea. Uh…that.” “H-hey! Don’t worry, I’m not complaining! It felt…nice. I liked it, being close to you.” “Hm.” He closed his eyes, facing the ground. “You’re the first man I’ve ever given myself to. I want this to keep going. I want to keep being with u.” He opened his eyes. “Is that all you have to say?” “Uh….no.” There was a long pause of silence.

(3rd Person POV) “Well? Say it. What’s wrong?” She twiddled with her thumbs. “If it’s so important just say it-“ “I’m pregnant-“ “What?” His head whipped up to look at her. “…I’m pregnant.” There was a long pause and his mouth opened a little. He got up and looked off into the distance at nothing in particular. She was barely keeping it together. “I..” “Xiao?” She quickly got up too. “I-I gotta go.” He shook his head and there was, fear on his face. “X-Xiao-“ “I’m not mad.” He said before disappearing into the ether. She collapsed to the ground and let out a small scream. The worst case scenario was coming true. Images of that night played over and over again in her head. His breath against her body, their lips intertwined, her completely letting herself go to him. Was it all for nothing? Xiangling heard her cries and quickly ran over. She kneeled down and hugged her friend and held her close.

~~~

3 weeks had passed and she still hadn’t heard anything from Xiao. And she didn’t know what decision she wanted to take from here. If he didn’t communicate to her she’d have to make one herself. “So…where do u want to go from here?” Xiangling asked while cooking dinner. “I really don’t know…” “Well..you’re carrying an adepti’s child.” “Half adepti aren’t anything new Xiangling. Ganyu and Yanfei exist.” “Well if you want to keep it, you know you have them to help with their experiences growing and living as half adepti in Liyue.” “I guess.” “And you have me to help you too!” “What if I want to get rid of it?” Xianglings bright smile faltered and she placed down the utensils she was using and walked over to where her friend was sitting. She placed her hands on her friends shoulders. “I…(sigh)…I won’t let my personal opinions affect your decision making. Just know I’ll be here to support you and love you no matter what ok?” “Thank you Xiangling.”

~~~

It was about a week or so since she spoke to him. Nothing yet. She didn’t try calling him either. Unfortunately Xiangling had a busy night at the restaurant tonight, however, Bubu Pharmacy is just now closing up for the night. She knocked on the door. “Baizhu?” “Hmmmm? Ah, it’s you. How may I be of assistance?” “May we go to the back and talk in private?” Baizhu glanced over at Qiqi. “Continue cleaning the counter and I’ll be right back Qiqi. Please come to the back with me ma’am.” He smiled and she followed him. “So, what may I get for you tonight Ms.?” “Um…..uh…something anti-pregnancy related?..” “Ah I see.” He started glancing around the shelves and searching before finding something. “Right here. This usually has the best results, however it is quite expensive. Since it’s you alone however, I don’t mind giving you a discount.” “Really? Baizhu thank you.” She was touched. He handed her the labeled container and she skimmed over it. “Dr. Baizhu?” That startled her. The child stared at what was in her hand. “Why are you buying that?” “Uh-“ “Alright Ms. I do thank you for doing business with me today. I wish the woman you are buying for the best of luck. I understand times must be rough.” “Oh, thank you Dr. Baizhu. I’m sure she’s very grateful for your generosity.” She smiled and walked out, concealing the container with her coat.

“What did Dr. Baizhu say?” Xiangling asked while washing her hands. “He gave me something that he thinks should work. However if I don’t decide within 7 weeks, my two decisions slim down to one.” “Are you gonna do it?..” she sighed and looked down. “I don’t know.” The case had been put away in the cabinet for a few days now. She didn’t fancy going through with it. At least not yet. Images of that night would constantly fill her head. His hands. They took many lives yet still felt so soft and gentle. His body, slim yet well built, flowed with hers. And now this.

~~~

Painful cries shattered the still night air. Pure agony had enveloped a human soul. Far away in the mountains of Jueyen Karst, the Vigilant Yaksha flinched.

~~~

Xiangling and her roommate were cleaning up her business after hours. Todays business was booming and the sales were a big success. Her friend was just starting to kind of look up, however she was still experiencing after effects. “Oh shoot! I forgot to deliver this to a client! Can you finish closing up for me please? I’ll see u at home!” “Of course Xiangling!” “Thanks bestie! You’re amazing!”

There was a heavy presence. It was familiar… “…hi.” “Xiao…” she said sadly. There was a pause. “I’m…erm…I wanted to talk.” Her back faced him. His arms were crossed. “I thought you left.” She said solemnly. He gritted his teeth. “I needed to think.” Tension was heavy. He looked down. “I’m not pregnant anymore for your information.” His head shot up. His mouth hung open a little and his eyes slightly widened. He gave a heavy breath and looked down again. It took a lot of willpower to not let him see her cry. “This has to end.” “Excuse me?” She asked and turned around to face him. “This.” He gestured with a finger between the two of them.“Whatever this is.” That hurt to hear. “Why?” “Haven't I taken enough from u already?” She didn’t answer and looked down. “Exactly. You’re young. Might as well find another mortal to take your hand.” She was silent. A tear left her eye. He was about to face away from her again and possibly leave. “Alatus.” A nerve was struck. “What did you say?” She looked up at him. “You heard me. Alatus. U wanted me to call you that that night-“ “And it’s obvious there was an error in my decision making-“ “Why did you even come back?” He grimaced. Now he was silent. “You might as well have left me forever. You know what you did to me!” She shouted. He sighed. “I didn’t think you would’ve rid of it.” “And what was I supposed to do when I didn’t hear from u for weeks?!” “It’s not uncommon.” “That wasn’t something you could’ve just waited communicating about!” He didn’t want to say something he’d regret. “We’re done here.” “Xiao!” “I said we’re done!” He shouted. She stepped back. “We both knew this wasn’t going to work.” Last time she saw him disappear.

~~~

(extended ending)

Xiangling swore to keep it a secret. But some late night traveler walked by and heard the exchange and now Liyue Harbor’s gossip crew were eating up the story of a single girl carrying the child of an adeptus. Not a day went by where she heard people asking about the baby, and the father, and her pregnancy. She was starting to regret. Her wounds needed time to heal. If she didn’t waste so much time on that damned yaksha… “Would you just shut up?! There is NO baby!” That information was enough for scandals to form and news about her being a murder and adeptus killer spread. She just wished a single day went by where she wasn’t shamed for "ruining Liyue’s future". She cried whenever she got home. Xiangling, a blessing of Rex Lapis, was there with her the whole time. Through thick and thin. “I still feel physical pain every once in a while.” “I know…” “I just want it to stop.” “Many people are quick to think you’re crazy to not be happy that u were blessed enough to carry the child of a yaksha without knowing the whole context. If they knew what went down I'm sure their opinions would change in a heartbeat.” “What’d you tell them?” “I told them as much! That they have no right to speak. If it was them they wouldn’t be feeling the way they do now. None of this is your fault and you shouldn’t blame yourself. You r an amazing person under highly stressful circumstances. You are completely justified and I’m here for you no matter what.” “Thanks. I just wished things turned out differently…”

~~ He heard the rumors, the scandals, and the gossip. It’s not like he already felt guilty. But this was for the best. He wouldn’t have felt anything for it anyway. Why make the thing suffer because of his past actions.

“Alatus” she called him. With love and trust…how foolish…

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