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[callixspod]

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[scarlettwitcher]

Baby Girl Chapter Six

Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)

Characters: Agent Whiskey x Agent Gin(Y/n), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara

Word Count: 4,361

Warnings: angst angssst aaaaaangggsssttttt, descriptions of canonical violence, canon death, cursing, flashback is in italics

Author’s Note: It’s been a long time coming but we’re close to the end my lovelies. I hope you all like this update. Thank you for reading and feedback is always welcome/needed.

Previous...

“So I suggest you find out who he is. Come on.” Eggsy watched Harry walk off as he shook his head. He was upset at Harry’s actions, more so, at hurting you. He looked back over at the cabin and watched as you had moved Whiskey’s head onto your lap. You hoped Whiskey would be okay after everything. Eggsy slowly walked over and grabbed the rest of yours and Whiskey’s things. He heard you sniff and stopped. He wanted to comfort you but he didn’t know what to say. He leaned down next to you, putting a light hand on your shoulder. Your body shook as another wave of tears surged through you.

“Let me help you love.” You reluctantly agreed to Eggsy’s help. He grabbed Whiskey as best as he could, throwing him over his shoulder. You stood up, grabbing his whip, and in heavy silence, you followed him back to the jet. The ride back was tense. You had every right to go and put a bullet into Harry’s head but he was right. You had to work together to get the antidote before more people died. You wondered why Harry didn’t suspect you. You were with Whiskey, you were ever as much a suspect as he was. You didn’t want to think how it would be if you were the one shot and Whiskey found you instead.

Next...

Arriving at the agency, you quickly helped Ginger set Whiskey up in her machine, letting the nanites do their job. “He looks great.” Ginger was standing next to you as you watched Whiskey sleeping. 

Merlin nodded. “Good.” He moved towards his team to let them know of the good news.

“Ginger, I should’ve protected him harder. I should’ve shot Harry the first time I had the gun to his head.” You felt your eyes water, feeling so useless. Ginger reached over, holding your hand in hers in comfort. 

“We both know you wouldn’t have Gin. He’s going to be okay. I suggest you focus on the mission. We can deal with this after.” You nodded quietly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, holding Whiskey’s hand in yours. You brought it up to your lips, kissing his knuckles softly.

“I’ll be back baby. I’ll make this right.” You looked up at the closed door where the three Kingsman were. You clenched your jaw walking towards the door. The doors slid open and you caught the end of their conversation. With the way Harry’s eyes landed guiltily on you, you knew they were talking about Whiskey, specifically, how he was working against the agency. You narrowed your eyes at him. Your fingers twitched, ready to grab your gun and put several bullets in his head. 

“My favorite singer?”

“I don't bloody know. How would I know that?”

“It's John Denver.” 

Eggsy walked back towards the group in a rush. “Merlin! Have you got eyes on that location yet?” 

“Soon. The reconnaissance drone's about an hour away. Which gives us time to sort out-”

Eggsy walked towards the elevator, stepping in as he looked at the three of you. “Bollocks, we haven't time for anything. I'm leaving now. With or without you.” Merlin looked to Harry in silent agreement before the three of them looked to you. You swore you never felt so small under their gazes but you refused to back down. You were going to finish this mission for Whiskey and after, Harry was going to suffer for his actions. You kept your chin up, passing both men, stepping into the elevator. Eggsy nodded his appreciation towards you as the other men stepped inside. 

You all made your way to the plane, getting comfortable. Getting so caught up on the situation, you forgot to change. You walked towards your room, You pulled the snowsuit off and stripped bare, stepping into the shower. You washed away the blood and dirt from before. Thoughts of your lover filled your head. You closed your eyes and tried to forget. You tried to erase the memories of watching Whiskey get shot over and over out of your head but every time you closed your eyes, you were forced to relive it. You let the steaming water burn your skin, feeling like you still had Whiskey's blood on your hands. You scrubbed your skin raw, seeing the small red streaks across your skin. You know if Whiskey saw you, he'd lecture you about taking care of yourself better and then he would kiss your skin. The thought brought a soft smile to your face. 

Quickly finishing your shower, you stepped out. Thanks to the awesome gadgets the Statesman had, you used a small machine that dried and styled your hair in seconds. The machine opted for giving you lazy curls, your signature look. You slipped on a pair of really tight dark washed jeans, slipping your black boots on after, pairing it with a nice thick belt, the large Statesmen belt buckle shining brightly. You grabbed a silky red tank top with spaghetti straps, throwing your jean jacket over it. Lastly, you slipped on your thigh holsters for your guns. Standing in front of the mirror, you noticed the marks Whiskey left on your skin and you felt your throat tighten. You willed your emotions away, knowing you needed to be composed. You looked over at Whiskey’s hat that was laying on your bed. You took it with you after leaving him with Ginger. You knew if he saw you, you wouldn’t leave the bedroom for days. You blushed at the thought, swiping the hat and plopping it gently on your head. It fit you big but you liked it. 

“Don't be. Just know that having something to lose is what makes life worth living. Now, let's go and save your girl.”

“I missed you, Harry. “Stepping out of the room, Harry and Eggsy were in the main room talking. You really didn’t want to be near the senior agent and he knew. You tensed in his presence but luckily, Merlin interrupted them. “Gentlemen, milady, I hate to break up a party. We're nearly there, so I suggest we get ready. Follow me.”

Merlin walked towards the back, into what was Tequila's room, pushing a button that revealed a hidden dresser. “Oh, yes.” You smiled weakly at Eggsy’s reaction.

The machine slowly opened up, moving Whiskey to a sitting position as he gasped awake. He looked around before his eyes settled on Ginger. He smirked, his first instinct was to hit on her but there was a nagging feeling telling him that he shouldn’t. He decided to ignore the little voice. “Hello, gorgeous. I'm Jack. What's your name? How would you like to ride home on a real cowboy?” Whiskey had stood up, walking after Ginger as she walked back away from him, irritation painting her features. “I got a six-pack of cold ones on ice and my roomie's out all night. So you can scream my name as loud as you need to, sugar.”

“Jack, stop it.” Ginger held up his phone, showing him the picture he had of you as your contact, his favorite picture. He grabbed the phone, furrowing his brows as he focused on your features. He saw himself in the photo, looking down at your soft form.

“Who's this pretty lady?”

“That’s your girlfriend. You told her you loved her for the first time a few days ago.” Whiskey frowned as he looked at the picture and didn’t take long for his memories to flood through his head, images of you surrounding him and all of his senses. He remembered the first time he met you, your sweet laugh echoing in his head. Flashes of missions you two had been on, and memories of you underneath him, moaning his name had him blushing. The last thing he remembered was the mission and Harry shooting him paired with your screams of agony. Whiskey came to his senses and looked down at his phone, kissing the picture he had of you. He looked to Ginger, rage fueling his actions. 

“Ginger. Goddamn butterfly guy shot me in the fucking head.”

“I know. Gin told me.”

“Gin?" Whiskey looked around desperately hoping to see you in the room. When he came back with nothing, he clenched his jaw and frowned as he looked back at Ginger. "Where is she?”

“She's on her way to Cambodia with Eggsy, Merlin, and,” Ginger hesitated to finish speaking. She took a deep breath preparing for how Whiskey would react. “ Agent Galahad. That's where Poppy’s base is.”

“Ginger, what the fuck?! You let her go by herself?” Whiskey growled out as he stared at the screen with your location. “Prepare the Silver Pony. I’m not leaving her alone with that fucking traitor.” Before Ginger could say anymore, Whiskey ran off in full speed towards his jet, intent on getting back to you as soon as he could. He pulled up his watch, clicking a few buttons before a faint beep was heard. He looked at the map and sighed, at least feeling secure that he had a visual on you. When you slept together, he put on a tracker and put one on you just as a piece of mind for himself. He knew you'd kill him if you ever found out but he needed that security. Ever since they found Harry and brought him back to the agency, he had a nagging feeling. He never liked your friendship with him and now, he feared for your safety. If Harry was willing to shoot him in the head, what would he be willing to do to you? 

Merlin entered the main room and everyone turned to look at him. You smiled as you heard Eggsy compliment him. “Hey, hey. Looking good, Merlin.”

“Feeling good, Eggsy.” Merlin chuckled as he watched Eggsy nod his head in approval. Merlin looked at you for a second, seeing the same expression on your face as his. You held your hand up, giving him a soft thumbs up of approval. “Right. This is yours.” Merlin turned towards Harry, handing him an umbrella before turning towards Eggsy, handing him a briefcase. You recognized the weapons. They were hardly ever used. Most Statesmen agents considered them too fancy. “That's for you.” 

“I feel naked.”

“Whiskey, it’s not that bad. You don’t need your whip.”

“Easy for you to say. You can just hide yours under your dress. I have to carry this stupid briefcase. Who even brings a suitcase to a gala?” You giggled as you watched the older man complain. He looked at you, furrowing his brows in confusion as you laughed. “Now you’re laughing?”

You shrugged as you wrapped your arm around Whiskey’s, oblivious to the way he tensed slightly at your touch. You had been partnered for some time but you were only friends. “You’re cute, that’s all.” 

Whiskey laughed as he shook his head. “Got me feeling as pretty as a peach, darlin.” 

Whiskey’s laugh echoed through your head as the memory faded away. You felt your throat tighten and you willed your tears away for the billionth time that day. The boys had opened the weapon vault under the pool table as Merlin handed Harry a bat. “Press the "S". Minesweeper. Courtesy of Statesman.” Merlin nodded your way and you gave him a weak smile, tipping your hat in a silent ‘You’re welcome’. Eggsy looked at all the gadgets in the little vault. It was catered especially for you, Whiskey, and Tequila. On the top wall, there were Tequila’s shotguns as well as his bulletproof suit. There was an array of guns surrounding it, your specialty guns. You walked over, slipping the gun vest around yourself. You checked every gun to make sure it was loaded, slipping them both into their holsters, as well as slipping two more into your thigh holsters. Guns were your thing. You looked over at Whiskey’s whip and lasso. You remember when he taught you to use them and how happy he was when you became an expert in just a few short months. The added skill made for great teamwork on missions. 

“And what about these?” Eggsy grabbed a baseball, turning it in his hand.

“Careful. Those are hand grenades.”

“Don’t blow yourself up, sugar.” You mumbled as you reached over grabbing your whip that was placed next to Whiskeys. When you mastered it, as a gift, Whiskey had one custom made for you with your initials at the end, the handle made in your favorite color. He said it was to distinguish which was which. At the time, you let yourself believe it was because he felt something and you were right, but Whiskey played it off like it was nothing. “As discussed, this is for the endgame.” Merlin grabbed a glasses case, handing it over to Eggsy. Eggsy opened the case, revealing a small syringe filled with a golden liquid. You raised your eyebrows in question but you didn’t comment. “I'm entrusting it to you. And I'm entrusting this,” You smirked as Merlin grabbed a large machete. It was one of Tequilas. “To me.”

Soon the plane started its auto-piloted landing, leaving you a few miles away from Poppy’s location. Leaving the plane, the four of you went on your way through the jungle. Merlin led the way, cutting at leaves in your path. When you spotted the first landmine, you quickly switched places, letting Eggsy lead the way with the minesweeper. You walked between him and Merlin, keeping your distance from Harry. As you got close, you all huddled close, staring at the entrance to the facility. "Right. This is where we split up. Pincer movement. Merlin, you're with me. Gin, Eggsy, you signal when we're in position."

You all nodded your understanding and as you moved to walk away, you heard the soft sound of something being stepped on and activated. You all froze, no one daring to move. After a few tense seconds, everyone's head slowly looked down to see Eggsy's foot firmly planted on top of a mine. His eyes fell wide in shock. 

"Don't move. You move, we die." Eggsy nodded his understanding slowly as Merlin stepped back, taking the suitcase from Eggsy. He opened it up and pulled out a can. "Luckily, I have this." Merlin bent down next to Eggsy's foot, pushing away the dirt surrounding the mine. He shook the can and sprayed it all around the mine, getting just a bit on Eggsy's foot. You kept a lookout for any guards that could've spotted you, your heart beating frantically. "This spray will freeze the trigger mechanism, give us a split second. So on the count of three, what I want you to-" Before anyone could think clearly, Merlin pushed Eggsy off of the mine, standing on it instead. 

"Merlin!" Eggsy panted quietly as he slowly turned around looking to his old friend in shock. You watched with wide eyes, knowing what Merlin was going to do and it pained you. You were the least close to him but in the short time you knew him, he treated you with nothing but kindness, even when they had first arrived, you were the one to pull Tequila off of them, offering them comfort. Merlin appreciated you in his own way, watching out for you just as he would for Eggsy. "Merlin, what the fuck have you done?"

Merlin’s expression never changed as he took a deep breath. “Our journey together began many years ago, when your father did the same thing for us.” He motioned between himself and Harry.

“Our journey began with a mistake I made. Give me the can. That's an order.” Harry moved towards Merlin, holding his hand out towards him. 

Merlin handed the can over with no regret. “Can's empty. Split second's over. You three need to get going.”

“No, no, no. There's got to be another way.” Your heart clenched for Eggsy as you watched the whole ordeal. You swallowed thickly agreeing with him.

“He's right. The mission comes first.”

“Bollocks, mission comes firs-”

“Eggsy! This is no time for emotion. Remember your training. Or we all die. Now get on with it.” Eggsy looked at Merlin with disbelief as he tried to argue. You could see it in his stance, in the way his lip quivered, and in the way his eyes glossed over. This was it for your friend and Eggsy was on the brink of breaking down. 

“Do as you're told. Move it!” Eggsy looked between the two men before glancing at you, a large battle behind his eyes. You knew you would agree with him and suggest there was another way but you knew, it was a battle neither of you would win. You wanted to strangle Harry for being so insensitive.

“Go.” Eggsy slowly grabbed his suitcase as he turned, walking off towards his mark. You knew you needed to be in position with him. You inhaled shakily, trying to keep your own emotions in check. You couldn’t risk making any wrong move. You walked over to Merlin, straightening his tie, staring at it before looking up at him in his eyes. You hadn’t noticed the tears you had shed but he did and he smiled softly. “Looking very good Merlin, very handsome.” You mumbled quietly. He smirked as he nodded his silent ‘Thank you’ to you.

“Feeling good Gin.” You let a broken laugh escape your lips as you stepped back watching him. You turned around before you’d break down and made your way to Eggsy. He noticed the red blotches on your skin and he knew you were the first to break over Merlin. You knew it was ridiculous to feel so hurt about someone who you had known for a few days but you were already so on edge over Whiskey and Tequila that you were a bit off your game. You swallowed your emotions, cloaking them with something darker as it took over. You needed to complete the mission and you weren’t going to risk the lives of millions because you were sad. 

“It's been an honor.” You heard Harry finish his goodbyes as he made his way to his own position.

“Good luck.” Merlin made an ok sign before you slowly heard his baritone voice fill the air. “Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.” He sliced at the trees in his way, giving the guards a clear view of Merlin as he stood there singing. You laughed quietly as you recognized the song almost immediately after the first two words.

“Poppy, come in.” You heard the guard call into his walkie-talkie, Poppy responding quickly.

“Roger.”

“Life is old there.”

“Are you expecting another lawyer?” You heard the guard say as Merlin kept singing. 

“Older than the trees.”

“There's a guy here singing.”

“Younger than the mountains.” You couldn’t help yourself as you sang the song quietly with Merlin. Eggsy gave you a sad smile before you cleared your throat. 

“Sorry... I just- My dad used to sing it to me when I was a baby to put me to sleep.” Eggsy genuinely smiled as he imagined what you told him. You didn’t know why you said it. You just knew he needed some type of comfort. Eggsy looked back at Merlin and nodded quietly as he whispered, scared his voice would break. 

“Merlin was right. Country music is the best.” You reached out, placing your hand on his shoulder. He exhaled heavily and watched as the guard walked closer to Merlin, holding his radio towards Merlin so Poppy could hear him singing.

“Blowin' like a breeze, Country roads, Take me home, To the place I belong.”

“Bring him to me.”

“West Virginia, Mountain momma, Take me home, Country Road.” As soon as the guard was less than a few feet away, Merlin removed his glasses, headbutting him so hard, he knocked out. The rest of the guards jumped, making their way over to Merlin as they kept their guns trained on him. Merlin swiftly placed his glasses back on. 

“Poppy, we got a situation here.”

“Country roads, Take me home,” Merlin looked over at Harry, nodding at him before he turned towards you and Eggsy. He turned towards you and you blew a kiss. He smirked, turning back to face the guards that were so close to him as he sang. “To the place I belong, West Virginia, Mountain momma, Take me home, Country Roads.” You knew it was coming but when the explosion rang through the air, shaking the earth. You shook in your place. You closed your eyes tightly, feeling overwhelmed. You took a deep breath, calming down. When you opened your eyes, they were overtook with rage. 

“Ooh. He stepped on a landmine. Can we get somebody out there to clean that up? Hello?” Poppy’s voice echoed out in the open from one of the abandoned radios. You watched as the same emotions washed over Eggsy. You clenched your jaw, rocking your head side to side, cracking it. Eggsy gripped the briefcase against him as the three of you slowly approached the large gate door. 

The loud ringing of gunfire set the center on alarm as everyone geared up to face the intruders, you. You all stood at the ends of the gate, staying away from the view of the guards. The door started to close as Eggsy pulled out the baseball grenade. He tossed it towards Harry who hit it with the bat he had, sending the ball flying, landing on a roof of one of the buildings. Harry opened his umbrella moving into the compound first, deflecting all of the bullets. Eggsy followed behind with you behind him. You moved towards the back, wanting to catch some guards from their blind spots. 

The donut on top of the donut shop exploded, rolling off in front of Eggsy and Harry. You used this to your advantage as you used your whip to pick off guard after guard, pulling them into the bushes and shooting them in the head, clean kills. You watched as Eggsy mowed down the guards with his briefcase as the donut rolled across the street. Although your personal preference was to execute the cleanest kills, you respected Eggsy’s. A scrawny man ran in with a bazooka and just as you were about to use your whip against him, Eggsy flipped his briefcase, sending a small missile at him, causing a huge explosion. You waited for the fumes to calm down before poking your head out from the bushes, flashing a small thumbs up to Eggsy. He noticed you, a large grin painting his features before reloading his case and flipping it over and nodding at you before gunning the men down again. You smirked walking out of your spot, with your guns held high. Several guards noticed you but you were quicker. You walked through getting head shot after head shot. You really didn't give any of them a chance. You always wanted to make your parents proud. Since you we're young, you had made sure before to train countless hours, day after day, getting the shot perfect. It took you years of practice to get your aim and skills to the level they were but you prided yourself on it. You weren't one of the best agents in the entire agency for no reason. 

Eggsy quickly turned his briefcase into a shield, shooting each man with only a precision you knew. You smirked, using your whip on a few other guards, pulling them towards you to get clean shots. You felt adventurous, turning it on, the electricity burning through their necks, beheading them. You even threw a few guards towards Eggsy, watching him shoot them with perfect head shots. The whole scene was gnarly but you didn’t care anymore. Before you knew it, you had finished off your guards and you watched with awe as Eggsy flipped around a guard, shooting another, before using his legs to propel himself forward shooting the other one running towards him. You whistled in respect, noticing the robot approaching you with a grenade gun. You motioned for them to go after Poppy as you ran towards the robot with your whip. You swung it forward, grabbing the gun and pulling it towards you, before swiftly shooting a few grenades at the robot. The robot looked down at her feet where the grenades were but before she could react, she was blown to bits. You raised your hand, making a handgun with your fingers and blowing the tip of your finger as if it was the actual gun. You felt on top of the world. Of course, before you could continue being your bad ass self, one of the robot’s motors fell hard on your head, knocking you completely unconscious. Eggsy saw this but they couldn’t compromise the mission as he ran into the diner. He, however, ran a diagnostic on your body from afar and was satisfied with seeing you were okay. 

What felt like years was only a few minutes. You woke up slowly with a loud pounding in your head. You groaned reaching up, feeling a large lump on top. Pulling your hand back, you noticed there was some blood but you couldn't focus on that. Eggsy was fighting, who you could only assume was Charlie at this point. He had hacked into his hand and now left him hanging on the tree. You tried to sit up but you felt the wind being knocked out of you. You fell back into your back, the sounds of growling and fighting become more distant by the second. You fell unconscious once more with a heavy exhale of breath. 

Eggsy and Harry had killed everyone on location except Poppy. They cornered her into her diner. You laid on the floor with some blood falling from your head. From anyone else’s perspective, you looked dead. Whiskey had made it to the location, making his way towards the three of you. Walking in, he saw the mess of dead bodies. It didn’t matter to him, he was a man on a mission, intent of getting to you. Whiskey would’ve missed your body, hadn’t it been for his hat that he spotted on the floor. He furrowed his brows, slowly walking towards it when he saw your whip, laying on the floor next to it. He looked up and there you were. He fell to his knees next to you, quickly pulling you into his lap as he searched your body for any life-threatening injuries. He cupped your head gently but felt the blood drain from his face and his heart skip a beat when he pulled his hand back, seeing it coated in your blood. He checked you quickly for a pulse, finding one after a few minutes of struggle. Relief washed over him like a cold shower. He slowly looked up, clenching his jaw in anger. They were going to leave you there to die. “I’m going to make this right baby girl. I’m going to make this right.” He kissed your head gently before standing up and stalking towards the diner with a predatory glint in his eyes.

“Did I? You know, I really don't have as much experience with all this drug stuff as people think. Better be the right code.” Whiskey watched as Eggsy slid the case over to Harry to input the code. He took a deep breath, slowly unhooking his whip. 

"Viva las..."

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[naferty]

T'Stuckony a/b/o style and Tony is openly dating the three of them (an omega with three alphas is unheard of, but Tony makes it work) and then it turns out he's pregnant. With triplets and hes not sure who the father is and hes freaking out, T'Challa, Bucky and Steve promise to love him and the babies no matter what, cue wild pregnant sex. Just a thought.

I like this. I like this a lot. So here we go. It sort of took off so here’s 2k of T’Stuckony for you. No wild pregnant sex here. Perhaps another time. Maybe when he’s showing and has a bigger belly, ey?

“Excuse you?”

“You’re pregnant,” the doc repeated again, just as serious and smiling faced as before, “and considering your high levels of HCG it’s safe to say you’re pregnant with multiples.”

Tony felt his mouth open and close repeatedly as he tried to find words. He knew something was off about him in the past few weeks with his insatiable appetite that seemed to have grown overnight, and he didn’t mean the fun, sexy kind. He’s always had a hot and cold relationship with food. Lately the hot side had been winning, eating anything and everything he caught sight of and couldn’t escape him fast enough.

He just didn’t expect this to be the reason for it.

“Are you sure?”

“As sure as I know no one looks good in paisley.”

“Did you just -”

“Quote Legally Blonde? I sure did. That’s how sure I am that you’re pregnant with multiples. If you want we can set up an ultra sound for you and see exactly how many.”

Tony nodded, not confident in himself to sound calm and relaxed. Anything but.

The gel was cold and the pressure uncomfortable but eventually through the moving and adjusting a blurry image appeared on the screen and two strong heartbeats were heard. He stared in awe at the bean shaped figure. Only one could be seen but from the sounds he knew the second was present somewhere, hidden behind the first.

“There they are. Not hard to see the first one, but if you look closely here you can see another shape just behind them, and - oh, look here,” she pointed at something circular in the screen. A little white dot that Tony couldn’t figure out was meant to be. “Congratulations, Mr Stark, looks like you’re having triplets.”

“I’m what?” Tony didn’t even bother to deny his voice went uncharacteristically higher than usual and even cracked. The situation called for it and no one should judge him for it.

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“You’re having triplets.” She pressed a button on the machine and the screen froze. “A picture for you if you want it. Now, I understand this was not planned from your reactions. You have options for whatever you decide. I’ll give you a list of recommended prenatal vitamins if you wish to keep and set a date for a follow up. Carrying triplets puts a bit more complications on your body and we’ll have to keep an extra careful eye on you.”

She continued giving him information and he tried his best to remember it all, but most of it went in one ear and out the other. The only sounds he heard were those of his own blood pumping through his veins and in his mind the realization that he was truly pregnant was scrambling to make sense.

He had always been careful when it came to his omega biology. Taking every precaution he could in order to avoid pregnancy altogether in and out of his heats, but it seemed eventually his luck would run out, especially when three mates were involved instead of the typical one. And what perfect timing for his heat to become erratic and start almost an entire month early. Unable to take his suppressants on time and sharing his heat with his mates and now he found himself carrying not one, but three pups as the result.

Shit, what was he to say to Steve, Bucky and T’Challa? He didn’t even know which of them was the father of the pups. With his heat induced mind he never bothered to pay attention to who was the first to fuck him during the start of his heat, so he couldn’t even base a guess using that.

Double shit, what if not knowing prompted them to leave? Raising the pup of another was never appealing to alphas, no matter how open minded they were. Instincts were sometimes very hard to resist. Even after reaching a point of understanding and respect in their relationship, big news like this could do a complete 180.

Not saying a word was starting to sound like the best option he had.

The doctor (Dr Woods? Or something) finished up her information. Tony managed to catch a date for the follow up, recommended rest and change in diet, before handing him a shiny picture of the blurry beans that were his pups. He gave it a brief look before stuffing it in the hoodie (Bucky’s) he wore in an attempt to make himself look slimmer. His insatiable hunger that he now knew were caused by the pups had gained him pounds around his belly and he really didn’t want anyone to look at it.

He bid the doc a farewell before leaving and driving back home. With some luck maybe his mates wouldn’t be there and he could start planning ways to avoid giving his pregnancy away. It would have to be perfectly time and he’ll have to consider every possible situation that could occur. It would be difficult, impossible once he started showing (if he even reaches that point), but he could put off the conversation on pure determination.

However, when he arrived home and spotted each of his mate’s preferred choice of transportation’s he knew luck wasn’t with him. Taking a deep breath he walked inside and already planned ways to excuse himself and hide, but the moment he smelled the delicious scent of T’Challa’s family recipe tagine he knew he wasn’t going anywhere. His stomach gave a very loud growl and his body followed his nose instead of his mind and he soon found himself in the middle of their kitchen.

T’Challa was stirring the beautiful pot of food while Steve was busy making… white pecan fudge. Fuck, he was instantly drooling.

“Sweetheart,” Steve said when he spotted him, large smile on his face. “You made it just in time. They’re about to be done soon.” He walked over and wrapped his arms around Tony’s shoulders, kissing his forehead. Tony instinctively returned the hold, grabbing the back of Steve’s shirt.

T’Challa placed away the spoon he was holding and went to give Tony a kiss on his cheek, welcoming him back as well. “How was your meeting?”

Tony swallowed, his hand itching to grab the photo in his pocket and bury it deeper and away from the light of day. “It went fine. Doc says my heat came early because of the three alphas always around me. Made my body jump in order to get their attention before they disappeared.”

“As if we’re going anywhere,” Bucky’s voice echoed behind him before the alpha appeared. He pressed up against Tony’s back, creating a rumbling noise of satisfaction at seeing him wearing his clothing. His hands soon wrapped around his belly, sliding inside the pockets of the hoodie and causing Tony to go completely still.

Both Steve and Bucky felt it and gave him worried glances. Movement in his pockets soon followed and Tony could feel the moment Bucky found the picture. He yanked it out faster than Tony could’ve stopped him.

“Doll… what’s thi -?” Bucky’s eyes widened when he realized the answer to his own question. Steve and T’Challa mimicked the same look shortly after, eyes glued to the photo with awe.

“Tony?” Steve’s voice was breathy and soft, almost hesitant.

Tony buried his face in Steve’s chest, unable to look at any of them.

“Doll? Are you -?”

“So I found out something interesting today,” he started, voice muffled from the fabric of Steve’s shirt. “Doc said I’m… I’m pregnant… with, uh - with triplets.”

There was a very long pause after that. So long that Tony feared everything would explode if a needle hit the floor. Were the alphas already thinking of leaving? Were they ready to reject it all?

He flinched against his will when Steve pulled back but was quickly surprised when, instead of letting him go like he had thought, Steve grabbed his arms and yanked him forward to give a very deep kiss. He found himself breathless when the blond alpha eventually pulled away and saw the biggest and brightest smile on his face. “You’re really pregnant?”

Before Tony could nod a new pair of hands gently grabbed his face and made him turn. T’Challa kissed him just as senseless as Steve and the lack of oxygen must have started affecting his brain because T’Challa was just as happy as Steve, if not more.

“We’re going to be fathers!” he heard Bucky say from behind and found the room spinning after the alpha turned him around to kiss as well. “We’re going to be fathers.” The happiness going around was nearly blinding.

“Actually,” Tony said before he could stop himself, “I don’t know which one of you is the father. It could be any of you.”

The three alphas blinked simultaneously, almost creepily so. “Well of course it can be any of us,” Bucky repeated, looking at him as if he was dense. “Wouldn’t make sense if someone else was somehow the father, right?”

“And… you’re all okay with raising the other’s pups?” He asked carefully.

“You think we wouldn’t?” All three looked offended.

“Well… I mean…”

“Look,” Steve cradled his face in his hands. “It doesn’t matter which one of us is the father. We’ll raise them as our own. Could be Bucky’s, could be T’Challa’s, could be mine, I don’t care because I’m going to love them no matter what.”

“Same goes for us,” Bucky agreed with T’Challa nodding along. “Listen, Doll, the three of us came to an understanding long time ago, and we respect each other. We love you too much to start some unnecessary fight because of instincts or some shit. If the pups turn out to be Steve’s or T’Challa’s you can bet your ass I’m still going to love and raise them, just like I’m still going to stay and love you. Kids will have three dads and a great mom.”

Tony scowled. “They better not call me mom.”

“Mama sounds perfect for you,” Steve teased.

“I admit the proposal of calling you mother is most appealing,” T’Challa said with a cheeky grin that Tony wanted to smack away.

“You know what idea I’ve got going?” Bucky came forward and nosed the side of Tony’s neck and yeah, Tony knew exactly what idea he had in mind. His own body was already agreeing. Then Steve pressed up behind him and, hello, that was certainly Steve showing interest in the idea as well, if his impressive hard on on his ass had anything to say about it. When T’Challa began kissing him and nearly sucking his soul right out of his mouth Tony decided that, yeah, they needed to get naked since yesterday.

But first.

“So you’re okay with this? With wanting pups?” he asked after he managed to pry his lips away. He needed to make sure.

“We are more than okay,” T’Challa answered for them. “We are ecstatic, content, eager to start a new chapter in our lives together. But only if you wish it.”

“I - I think I do. I want them, these pups.”

“They’re going to be so spoiled,” Bucky said and Tony couldn’t agree with him more. They’re going to be beyond spoiled and so loved with four suffocating parents and aunts and uncles who will get them things they didn’t approve of.

Tony gasped when Bucky grinded their erections together and T’Challa swallowed that gasp. He released a moan when Steve decided to grind as well and had pleasure going to his belly. Only… that wasn’t just pleasure. There were hands over his belly, over his abdomen, from all three, holding him securely and showing they spoke the truth. They really were going to love the pups, no matter who the father was.

“F-food. The food,” he managed to remind them. Sex was great and all but it wasn’t a good enough reason to let food get ruined or set the house on fire.

The three alphas groaned, refusing to stop.

“I am not letting you burn down our house simply because you couldn’t control your libidos. Go or I’m locking you out of our room.”

The alphas reluctantly went and Tony took the moment to head for their room to strip down and give them their reward when they finished. He might still be hungry but he didn’t think his alphas were going to let him eat any time soon. Not with the way they wanted to get their hands on his belly, and with how giddy and relieved he felt who was he to say no to them?

#text post #long text post #ask post #mal gets an ask #naferty writes #t'stuckony #a/b/o dynamics #mpreg #stony #winteriron #ironpanther #i wrote the thing #pregnant sex will have to happen another time #if someone asks for it

[thecarelessmint]

Dear Me,

Its been a while. It’s been a little over a year and things have changed, 

How am I? I’ve changed, I’m colder, I’m much more closed off, I cry a lot, I’m still hypersensitive but I don’t think that’s going anywhere.

I have some good news though, that horrible thing we went through, depersonalization, it’s gone. 

I wrote the first dear me in August before drama camp, which I was unfortunately depersonalized for, but coming September, it was gone. I don’t know if it was the familiar atmosphere of being back in school and being consistently surrounded my people and emotions, but it left.  

That following winter, S.A.D wasn’t all that bad either, it was definitely there but it wasn’t the worst it’s been. 

It’s easy to say that last July (2016), was the worst month of my life, I had never been so lost in my 15 years of living (at the time, and yes I’ve accepted my real age and since it’s just between me and you, I’m using it), it was also one of the most alone I had ever felt. 

Mental Health wise: I think I suffer from anxiety, I say suffer because truly I’m suffering. 

Recently, the family and myself went to Seattle and Phoenix. It was probably the most anxiety ridden I had ever been.

Everything made me angry, I snapped at every single minor inconvenience, and I just wanted to be left alone, I still do, I just want to be alone. 

Being with other people has caused me a lot of issues, I love being with people and conversing, but I’d rather just stay alone, it causes less to worry about, no more stress about being home on time, how I’m going to get home, remembering to have fun. 

I guess a lot of it has to do with how I was raised, going out was much harder than simply staying home, having to ask for permission to simply see my friends outside an adult controlled environment and knowing that I was going to be turned down the offer was given me too much anxiety over making plans that I usually just bail out on them.

This makes me feel extremely guilty because I genuinely like the people, but I JUST CAN’T LEAVE THE HOUSE. 

Going out itself is a hassle, the pressure to consistently be happy during the few hours you spend with another person in order to leave it a happy memory shouldn’t be as hard as it is. 

On a happier note, reading last year’s ‘Dear Me’, I can say the love for myself has only grown, I love me, so much! I love my quirks and the stupid things I do. I love how I completely bop out to a song and then realize how stupid I look but keep going. I love that I’m in love with myself. I raked myself through the mud with hate but here I am treating myself with gentle care. 

Removing myself from situations that make me upset, feeding myself regardless of how late it is because I’m hungry and who cares about weight. Wearing whatever I feel happy in, (like that pompom hair piece from F21) understanding that I am probably the weirdest person to have walked this Earth but also I’m cute as heck. I’m trying my /best/ to stay hydrated but I don’t even have a water bottle so ya girl is struggling. 

I’m slowly improving myself and paying more attention to how I react to things. I’ve become really picky with what I eat after I puked for 12 hours that one day in March, it was fucking shit, I deadass have a fear of puking now. It hurts.

I’m still hella into space and deep sea, I went to the aquarium in Phoenix and cried cause I love the sea. The entire family went, but as much as I was having fun, as soon as I found out that everyone else found it boring, the entire experience was ruined, I was more or less upset the rest of the day, do you see the problem? Stuff like this shouldn’t happen, it was an amazing experience but whenever I think back, all I can feel is this heavy weight because of how sad I felt that I was basically dragging them around but also because we left really early. Man, I really wanted to stay but it was 1 against so 5, so who was I to make them stay. 

Anime is still a huge part of my life, Naruto ended and I’m /hurt/. Yuri On Ice came out that November-December and honestly, what a life changing show, it was so gay, and canon. I miss, I can’t wait for season 2. I watched Kimi No Na Wa (a movie) and truly what a beautiful movie, that’s all I can say, visually it’s stunning. The characters are amazing but can I remember their names? Nope. 

Remember how we saw that ad for Goblin on Facebook and had it bookmarked for weeks but never watched it. WELL, LET ME TELL YOU (sit down this is going to take a while). So, because I watched anime and it was in another language, why couldn’t I give Kdramas a try, LITTLE DID I KNOW. I never ended up watching Goblin on my own. 

Months passed and it was around February when I started getting into Korean girl groups, that’s right, Kpop. Oh My Girl was too cute for me to ignore so I stanned them (YooA and Binnie, my kids), time passed and I couldn’t quite get into their music, so I just stopped. I stayed away from the boy groups because of the drama that came along with them (a misteak). 

Even more time passed, Patty recommended a Kdrama called Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo, LIFE CHANGING, REVOLUTIONARY, THE PUREST! I watched 11 hours worth of it in one day, sleep who? Needless to say I loved it, I loved every single character, Nam Joo Hyuk could kill me and I’d say thanks.

On April 15th, 2017, (that fateful day) I watched Unfair - EXO for the first time and my life was changed, Kim Jongdae stole my heart. This was bad though, it was towards the middle of the second semester, I didn’t have time for this, but did I care? No. Sleep became foreign to me, I needed to catch up on the 5 years I missed. I somehow graduated. 

My bias list is a mess, it ranges from Jongdae, Minseok, Kyungsoo, BBH, Junmeyon, Sehun, Jongin, Yixing and PCY, oh would you look at that, it’s the entire group, ha AHAHAHHAHAHAHAH, let me live. 

It only got worse from there, I watched hella Kdramas but did I ever finish them? No. Why? I truly don’t know. 

As soon as it gets angsty and yeet out so fast, I can’t handle angst, I don’t like sad things, my life’s already a mess, I came here for a good time. 

If you’re reading this a year later and still haven’t finished The Entertainer I will come to the future and fight you, fucking finish it, I understand you’ll cry, we’re the same person, but finish it! It deserves better than this, you’re deadass on the last episode you hoe, (love you). 

Also finish My Shy Boss, but I feel like you’ll have that one done, it’s harder to watch but it hurts less. It makes sense, I know what I mean.

Moving on, you see I was avoiding BTS like the plague, their fandom is terrifying and there was too much going on, I was safe and happy with EXO (featuring NCT127), I was proud of them for their Billboard Award, like yes you did that congrats, but that was all. 

Fast forward to me just chilling and deciding to finally give them a try, I turned to their MV’s, Spring Day was cute and I got it stuck in my head a lot, Fire was too much and I instantly closed the tab. I wanted to see my sister’s reaction to Fire and she liked them. I was confused, my sister hates KPOP (bc of me), so I delved in, did my research trying to find out who was who, this was where it started. 

I knew, I knew, I had no chance, it was over. My first bias was that bastard Jeon Jungkook, at this time, I always forgot Suga, Jimin and Rap Monster looked too similar to me (forgive me, I was young) V? Jhope? Jin? 

I got better with names, but EXO was still #1 for me, what changed all of this was RUN BTS. I was watching it the same time I was watching EXO - Showtime, but slowly stopped watching Showtime, to Y’know, ‘savour it’, (I wasn’t going to admit to myself that I liked another group more.

Run BTS helped with recognition and learning about their character, this is where it went wrong, these idiots are extremely lovable so I fell in head first. I quickly learned I was Min Yoongi and Park Jimin trash, only later did I find out their was a ship for them (we aren’t gonna talk about this, you already now). 

I could talk for days about Jimin, I remember I would cry every time I saw photos of him because HE WAS TOO MUCH FOR ME. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD I CRIED WHEN I LATER FOUND OUT THE SHIT THAT HE WENT THROUGH AND IS STILL GOING THROUGH ABOUT HIS WEIGHT AND HIS IMAGE, HE DESERVES SO MUCH FUCKING BETTER. 

AND FUCKING AGUST D OVER THERE, THAT CINNAMON ROLL’S STORY HURT ME, I haven’t listened to the mix tape yet (It’s a year old now) because I need to recover from simply knowing that he went through that. 

I am Bangtan SonyeonDONE WITH THIS GROUP. I have this odd love for them, and I couldn’t tell you why. If this is a phase, this is the best damn phase of my life, I was miserable in the One Direction fandom, everyone was fighting, but the KPOP fandom, still filled with fan wars, is too funny. The memes are why I stay, music? what music? 

(I hope you still listen to the evening acoustic playlist on Spotify, it got me through the States trip.))

I’m gonna continue talking about BTS because I just need to let all this out, I might not do a whole paragraph on each member but don’t fight me on this alright. 

Kim Namjoon,  the good lord, the savior, the leader of Bangtan, the one I want to meet most. I feel so many feelings for this man, I just want to go to a coffee shop and talk about life. I watch his vlives when looking for comfort because HE GETS IT! He thinks the things I thought only I did and never speak about because they’re ‘not normal’. I see him less as this celebrity and more as a friend, and I know how cringey and all that this is but listen, hear me out, I’ve only ever wanted to meet two celebrities in my life and they are Misha Collins and now Joon, and that’s on the sole fact that I feel I can talk to them, just talk.

This is not to say I wouldn’t want to meet the rest of Bangtan, I love them all, heck Jimin is my bias, but there’s something about Namjoon I can’t put my finger on. 

(Also this is hella long compared to last year’s and I’m not sorry, It’s been a whole year soooo.)

Moving on from Kpop, relationships in my life. 

Maria - we talk on snapchat, we met up at the Mac grad, its causal. 

Bruno - best friend, love of my life, my boyfriend, he doesn’t judge me and gives me my space, love this kid.

Patty - my kid! we talk everyday and we’re about to hit 100 on snapchat, planning a trip to Tokyo and Seoul. 

Tanika - madre, I love:), she’s leaving Edmonton in January though, and that’s honestly just hella sad

Erika - baby buhler who’s also my mom, the most accepting, i love her so much, i appreciate so much 

Danait - my kid pt.2, always listens to me rant about kpop, became a BTS fan 

Blake - i’m only adding him because he’s comfortable, a smiley baby 

Yadiel - A SMILEY BABY, i love him :(

Dead Relationships:

Talia - I’m burning this one to the ground, it was fucking ridiculous, her mom messaged me like ???, 10/10 glad I ended it. 

Lucas - can fucking suck my ass, I hate this kid so much, why did I let this drag on for so long 

That entire girl group - I don’t know man, it’s really weird but I can’t stay friends with them, Igtg 

Jordan - we stopped talking because I’m gr8 at talking 

That’s all for that.

I love myself, I love you, I love my friends, we’re starting uni !!

We got accepted into the UofA & Macewan, (going to macewan though)

I hope you survive! I honestly don’t know how you’re going to do this, but you got this !! I believe in you !

(Stand Talent, Stan Beyond The Scene (I still love EXO very much)) 

#dear mee