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nhlclover · 6 days

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 | 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄

summary: nearing the end of your pregnancy, you and jamie are stuck with the difficult decision of choosing a name

warnings: pregnant!reader, talks of accidental pregnancy + out of wedlock pregancy (idk if that needs to be warned but wtvr), one curse word

word count: 1.44k

Jamie shoved his keys into the lock, pushed open the door and stepped into the quiet home, a welcome change from the raucous rink he’d just left. Jamie called out your name but was met with silence. The house was unusually quiet, an almost serene atmosphere that made him curious. He dropped his bag at the door, the soft thud of it hitting the floor echoing slightly in the stillness. He ventured further into your home, glancing into the bedroom and kitchen, finding them both empty. Entering the living room, he finally spotted you on the couch, fast asleep.

Your swollen belly rose and fell gently with each breath, a book propped open on your stomach. Jamie took a moment to appreciate the scene, the soft afternoon light casting a warm glow over you. The sight of you resting so serenely, nurturing the life within you, brought a smile to his face. He felt a wave of affection and protectiveness wash over him, stronger than ever before.

Your falling pregnant had initially been an accident. Neither of you had planned for it and the news had come as a surprise. After consecutive mornings filled with nausea and random cravings for pickles, you brought up the prospect of potentially being pregnant to Jamie. He went out and bought pregnancy tests, with you taking them later that evening. Jamie remembered when the positive sign appeared on all four tests, your hands trembling with tears spilling down your cheeks — a mix of shock, fear, and an underlying sense of joy.

Jamie took you into his arms, whispering reassurances even as his own mind raced with thoughts of your future. The initial shock soon gave way to overwhelming excitement. Jamie had been on the fence about potential parentage, but the sudden reality of it had him more excited than ever.

You were now eight months pregnant, your lives slowly changing and adjusting to the impending rhythm of parenthood. Jamie watched with admiration as you embraced all aspects of the journey head-on, the good and the bad. Your resilience shone through even during the difficult days, which often included waking up with severe nausea and constantly feeling sore all over. Jamie also marveled at the way your body transformed, the pregnancy glow becoming a very real thing for you.

The house gradually filled with preparations for the baby, whom you’d come to learn was a girl. Gifts had come from those in your lives such as your families as well as Jamie’s teammates who had been nothing but supportive in your journey to parenthood. There was a crib in the corner of your bedroom, tiny clothes folded neatly in drawers, soft toys waiting to be loved.

In quiet moments like these, when he found you resting, he hoped to extend the peace for as long as possible. He knew that the stark reality of parenting would inevitably bring many late nights and hours filled with crying. These brief time-outs from life were precious, a refuge from the relentless demands that awaited. He wished to shield you from the exhaustion and overwhelm that he knew would plague you. Your due date was set right in the middle of the season, the both of you realizing that the first four months of responsibility would fall on your shoulders.

Jamie slowly and quietly approached you, reading the front cover of your book. 100,000+ Baby Names. Jamie chuckled softly as he bookmarked your page and placed it on the coffee table. The name of your daughter was something that you had been discussing since you found out about your pregnancy. You’d each thrown out a couple of names, but nothing seemed right.

Jamie moved to kick off his shoes but accidentally bumped into the empty laundry basket on the side table, sending it careening to the floor.

“Fuck.” Jamie said under his breath.

He glanced at you on the couch, hoping that the sudden noise had miraculously not woken you up, however, you stirred awake, blinking your eyes open and adjusting to the sunlight that flowed through the open windows. You spotted Jamie across from you, offering him a sleepy smile.

“Hey you,” you whispered, stretching your arms above your head and sitting up.

"Hey yourself," Jamie replied, coming to your side and kissing your forehead softly, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

“It’s okay, I wasn’t really sleeping anyways, just resting my eyes,” you tell him. With the baby being particularly active at night, you find your sleep schedule getting messed up and afternoon naps become a habit.

Jamie took a seat next to you, pulling you into his chest, and relaxing back onto the couch. “So how’s my favourite mom-to-be?” he asked.

“Tired as usual. No nausea though,” you said, Jamie offering his hand out for a high five, which you slap with a smile on your lips.

You nestle into each other's embrace, Jamie sticking a pillow under your belly to relieve some of the weight.

“So, any new contenders?” he asked, motioning to the book on the table.

You sighed, shaking your head. “I don’t think so,” you said. “I mean I read Sadie, which is cute but I’m not totally sold.”

Jamie reached over, picking up the book off the coffee table and flicking open to a random page, scanning the names.

“How about… Chloe?” he suggests.

You pull a sour face, shaking your head. “I knew a girl named Chloe back in grade school, and she was a bitch.”

Jamie chuckled, flipping through more pages. “Sophia?”

You sighed, shaking your head once again. It felt like no name was the right one for your daughter.

“Y’know, Trevor called the other day. Told me that if we were still stuck on a baby name, we could always name her after him.” Jamie told you.

You snorted, shaking your head at the idea of naming your baby girl Trevor. “Absolutely not. I do not need two Trevor’s in my life.”

Yours and Jamie’s laughter blended together, as you imagined naming your daughter after his friend. “Yeah, we don’t need to give Trevor even more of an ego boost,” Jamie said. “He’s already declared himself an uncle.”

You and Jamie once again went back to reading names before you spotted one that caught your eye. You placed your finger on it, stopping Jamie from flipping pages. “How about Darcy?” you suggested. “It means dark-haired one.” you read from the page, reaching behind you and running a hand through Jamie’s black locks.

“Darcy,” Jamie repeated with a satisfied hum in his voice. “I like it.”

“Darcy it is then,” you said softly, placing a hand on your bump. “Hi, little Darcy.”

Jamie placed the book of names on the coffee table and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "Darcy," he said once again softly, the name finally feeling like the right one as it came off his tongue. "I can't wait to meet you."

You curled into Jamie, the warmth of his embrace and the sound of his heartbeat creating a comforting rhythm. The room filled with a peaceful silence, as your mind began to wander to the future. As you nestled closer, Jamie's hand found its way to your bump, resting there with gentle protectiveness. "Do you think she'll have your eyes?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur.

You smiled, imagining your daughter's tiny face. "Maybe. I think she’ll have your smile and your hair."

Jamie chuckled, the sound vibrating through you. "As long as she's healthy and happy, that's all that matters."

You nodded, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you. The future, once a vague concept, now felt more real with a name to hold onto. You could almost see her growing up, taking her first steps, saying her first words.

You and Jamie continued to talk about all the things you want to do with your daughter — reading her bedtime stories, teaching her to skate as you inevitably know you’ll maintain a hockey family. His excitement was infectious, and you found yourself lost in the vision of the family you'll soon be.

The room grew quieter as the evening progressed, the soft glow of the lamp casting a gentle light around you. Jamie's voice became a soothing lullaby, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy.

"You're going to be such an amazing mom," Jamie whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. "I love you both so much."

You managed a sleepy smile, your heart full. "I love you too," you say before your eyes close and you drift into sleep.

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey #hockey imagine #philadelphia flyers

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misogyny4girls · 1 month

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A good girl wants for nothing but to grow a bigger and bigger belly with each consecutive pregnancy. Twins, triplets, or even quintuplets should be your goal as a good breeding wife.

Then, when you are big and bred, there's no hiding what you are, your enormous bulging womb showing to the world that you really are just your Man's baby factory.

#patriarchy #sexism #caption #pregnant #pregnancy #misogyny

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dreamofbecoming · 9 months

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ok fuck it context now on ao3

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“I’m freaking out, man!”

“You’re what? Why? This is like, what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”

“I mean, yeah, dude, but now it’s here, it’s happening, and tomorrow it’ll be done and I can’t take it back!”

“Do you want to take it back? Because I think that’s a terrible idea, but if it’s really what you want, I’ll sneak you out the back right now.”

Dustin deflates a little, slumping into the plush chair this weird little church greenroom was nice enough to provide. “No, I don’t want to leave. Of course I don’t.”

Steve puts his hands on Dustin’s shoulders, not massaging, just resting. He doesn’t want to smear too much of his scent onto him before the ceremony, but old habits die hard. Steve suspects he’s always going to want to scent the kids for comfort, even though they’re literally all grown and starting families of their own and don’t need their old omega babysitter anymore.

Case in point, Dustin’s wedding is meant to start in, oh, looks like about 25 minutes, so Steve has to smooth this crisis over double time.

“What’s really bothering you, Dust? You were over the moon yesterday, and the day before that, and every day since you and Susie proposed to each other. Hell, every day since you met! What’s going on now?”

There’s a pause, which is always unsettling coming from Dustin, who hasn’t shut up for more than twelve consecutive minutes in the decade plus Steve has known him, but then he sighs.

“She wants kids.”

Steve’s brow furrows. “And you…don’t?”

Dustin huffs, frustration rising in his scent. “It’s not that I don’t, it’s that I don’t know if it’s a good idea, you know?”

“And you guys haven’t talked about this before now? You’ve been together for like eleven years, dude!”

“We have, of course we have! I’m just thinking about the risks, Steve! I’m a beta, I can’t carry her pups, and pregnancies are dicey for alpha females! What if something happens?”

“First of all don’t call women females, it’s weird. Erica or Nance will definitely smack you for that, and you don’t need a black eye in your wedding photos.” Dustin nods, cringing a little.

“Second, pregnancy isn’t the only option, man, and also it’s her decision. If she wants to carry them, that’s a discussion you need to have with her, but you can’t just shut her down about it. She knew you were a beta when she decided to marry you. She picked you because she loves you, don’t go deciding for her she’s better off with someone else. And besides, if you decide it doesn’t feel right for both of you, you can talk about adoption, or surrogacy, or…I don’t know what all the options are, but I bet there’s tons! Hell, I’d carry for you guys, if you wanted.”

“You would?” Dustin’s eyes get big and shiny almost immediately, and shit, Steve’s gotta shut this down now. The groom can’t be going out there with red eyes and tear stains, Susie will murder Steve on principle.

But he can’t lie to Dustin. Swore he never would, not when it mattered. “Course I would, man, what’s family for? Aw hell, kid, don’t cry, your mate will run me over with her car if your photos are fucked up because of me.”

“I just- I can’t believe you’d do that for me! You don’t even know if I’ll be any good at it!”

Ah, so that’s what this is really about.

“Of course you’ll be good at it, Henderson. You’d be an incredible dad, any kid would be lucky to have you. I mean, your kids are gonna turn out to be nerd city, but that was always a given.”

Dustin gives him a bitchy little eye roll, which was of course Steve’s aim. He still smells anxious, though.

“How can you be sure, though? It’s not like I have any idea what a dad is supposed to be like, you know? It’s why I kept latching onto older male figures, no offense to you and Eddie.”

Little shit. “You should be so lucky, you little twerp.”

Dustin shoves him away, but he’s grinning now, and his scent is slowly returning to the lemon-bright joy that colors it so often Steve just associates it with Dustin’s base scent at this point, so he’ll take the win.

“You really wanna know how I know you’ll make a great dad, Dustybun?”

“Don’t fucking call me that, today’s supposed to be my day!”

“I’m your best man, I’ll call you whatever I want. Seriously though, I have a story for you.”

“A story, huh? I don’t know, Eddie’s more the storyteller in your relationship…”

“I’m gonna go out there and tell your bride to delay the ceremony because you shat your slacks and need new ones, you menace.”

“Okay, okay!” Dustin laughs. “Tell your story.”

“I was gonna put this in my speech later, but I think you need to hear it now, and honestly it might be more about me than you, and I don’t want to steal the spotlight or anything.”

“Not worried about that, but I’m intrigued.”

“You know how when you’re a kid, you learn how to pick out emotion scents by context clues, from like your family and stuff?”

Dustin lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Yes, Steve, I’m aware of one of the foundational tenets of our society, which we all personally experienced.”

“Almost fifteen years I’ve known you, and your attitude hasn’t improved one bit, you know that?”

Dustin waves imperiously for him to continue. Steve glares at him, but they really are running short on time.

“You ever know a kid who had like, a gap? Some feeling they had never run into before, so they didn’t know what the smell meant?” Dustin shakes his head, looking curious.

“There was this girl in my class when we were like, seven? Eight? Something like that. Anyway, she borrowed Tommy’s favorite eraser, one of those animal-shaped ones with the faces printed on? He loved that thing. The girl, Cassie, she broke it, by accident. Tommy lost his shit. I’d never seen him so angry. And like, you know how little kids emotions don’t really come through that strong? He smelled like, grown-up angry. Filled the whole room. Freaked the teacher out, too. Everyone’s backing the hell up out of Tommy’s way, even me. But Cassie was just confused. Because no adult in her life had ever been truly angry around her, so she hadn’t learned what it smelled like yet.”

Dustin is listening avidly, looking gratifyingly similar to how he does when Eddie DMs.

“Anyway, Tommy slapped her so hard it left a bruise, got his dumb ass suspended. But I just remember being so jealous, you know? Can you imagine? Eight years old and never knew what anger smelled like. Hell, at that point anger was just what home smelled like to me.”

Aw shit, now Dustin just smells sad.

“Do you remember when I drove you to the Snow Ball?”

Dustin’s got his thinking face on now, trying to figure out why Steve keeps jumping all over the place. Sue him, he’s no Eddie.

He nods anyway.

“Before you got out of the car, when I told you I’d come back to pick you up, you gave me this huge smile, and the car filled up with something I’d never smelled before. Not really, anyway. Maybe like, in passing, you know? Like in the hallway at school, but always faint and never towards me, so I never focused on it.”

Dustin’s eyebrows are totally scrunched up now, little genius brain whirring away. Goddamn brat never had any patience.

“I didn’t ask about it, because I wasn’t sure it was important, and also a little because I felt like enough of a caveman around you little rocket scientist dweebs I didn’t need you explaining feelings to me too, but I kept smelling it from you after that. And from El, and a little from Lucas and Max and even once from your mom, but it was just confusing, you know? I couldn’t figure out what was causing it, so I had no context clues to figure out what it meant.

“And then at Starcourt, after Robin and I went to go puke up those Russian drugs—”

“Ditched me and Erica who were very responsibly trying to wrangle you, you mean.”

“Tomato, tomahto, kid. Anyway, I told her I had a crush on her and she panicked and came out to me, so I switched to making fun of her crush so she would know I was okay with it, and suddenly there was that smell again. First time I ever smelled it coming from her. So after everything was done, I asked her.”

“Oh, so you’ll ask her, but not me? Hurtful, Steve.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, shithead, because Robbie already knew I was a moron, and she was never gonna want to go out with me, so I didn’t need to impress her. I could look stupid to Rob back then, but I still wanted you guys to think I was cool.”

“Steve, buddy, my brother, my best friend, my favorite jock please don’t tell Lucas I said that, we literally never thought you were cool.”

“Now who’s being hurtful?”

“Just the truth, Munson. I tell it like it is.”

“Ugh, whatever. The point is, I asked Bobbie what she felt for me in that bathroom, and she told me that’s when she realized she would love me forever. That we were going to be best friends.”

Dustin looks stricken.

“That’s what I was smelling all that time. Honey. That’s what I smelled in the car in the Hawkins Middle parking lot. You loved me. You were literally the first person in my whole life who ever did.”

“Steve—”

“This isn’t—look, I know it’s kind of sad and pathetic for kid Steve, but this isn’t about that. It’s not about me, okay? It’s about how my whole life turned around the day Dustin Henderson decided he loved me, because he never stopped. Not for a single second of the last thirteen years, and because you loved me then, I have a platonic soulmate and a horde of little siblings and a mate I adore and more friends than I can count on all my fingers and toes! You’re the one who encouraged me to go to cosmetology school, you’re the one who introduced me to Eddie, you’re the one who stood by me and let me crash on your mom’s couch when my parents kicked me out. My life is full of love, and joy, and purpose, and it all started with you, Dustin. I’m here because you loved me, and because once you started loving me you never stopped. I have smelled honey on you every single day since the 1984 Snow Ball, and that’s how I know you’ll be an incredible father. Because if you have all that love for a washed up ex-jock omega nobody had ever loved before? You’ll have all that and more times a million for any kid lucky enough to call you Dad.”

They’re both crying by now. Susie is gonna kill them for sure, but as Dustin buries himself in Steve’s arms like he’s still six inches shorter, Steve decides it doesn’t matter. This is worth it.

There’s a knock at the door, just in time it seems.

“Dingus, baby Dingus, you in there? T minus 5 minutes, boys, stick those feet in the oven if you gotta!”

“Yeah, Bobs, I hear you! We’ll be out in a sec, no cold feet in sight.”

“Roger that, bubba! I’ll inform the bride!” He can hear her racing off, probably dancing with pre-wedding excitement. For a cynical lesbian who has a new girlfriend every month and swears marriage is an archaic institution built on misogyny and omegaphobia, she sure does love weddings.

“You ready, kid?”

Dustin has taken the brief interlude as an opportunity to splash his face with water from the sink in the corner, so he doesn’t look like he’s been crying to into Steve’s shoulder, but Steve makes sure to straighten his tie and finger comb his curls back into place.

“Yeah, I think I’m ready.” He looks at Steve for a long moment, then throws his arms around him one last time. “I’m really glad you’re my brother, Steve.”

Steve squeezes him tighter for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of lemon and cut grass and honey. Of family. Of love.

“Yeah, kid. Me too.”

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olderthannetfic · 4 months

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I really wish people would stop bringing up potential birth defects or genetic disorders as a reason that engaging in incest is morally wrong. It often winds up verging incredibly and uncomfortably close to eugenics rhetoric, for one thing--and for another, the actual risks are MUCH less than people tend to assume, even in close-blood incestuous pairings, unless there have been multiple consecutive generations of intermarrying. But the idea that 'birth defects' or 'genetic disorders' is a reason for a relationship to be immoral to engage in is basically tantamount to saying that disabled people whose disabilities are due to genetics shouldn't have children, and that doing so (or even just engaging in consensual sexual relationships) is immoral, because there's a risk of them passing on those traits.

Not to mention that there are other risk factors (a person over the age of 35 getting pregnant dramatically increases the chances of their child being born with Down's Syndrom, for example), and yet we don't say that it's morally wrong for someone to keep a pregnancy if they are old enough that it's considered At Risk.

It just genuinely does not matter if someone's offspring may be at risk for certain illnesses/disabilities/whatever. That's entirely up to the parents to worry about. The ONLY moral issue with incest is when it involves abuse, which is WHY cousin incest is such a nonissue, barring other circumstances. The absence of abuse means that incest is only 'icky' to some people, not inherently morally wrong.

Since I'm old as fuck, I had to do IVF, and hot damn were those eggs bad. A pile of money for genetic testing can solve plenty of that though.

I think people don't realize just how gross they're being because they don't think of historical population bottlenecks and the kinds of genocide and massive oppression that cause them. Not only is it obnoxious to reduce relationships to baby making, but calling people genetically unfit because of inbreeding is not something that hits groups equally or neutrally. There are people with zero recent cousin marriages or whatever in the family who are nonetheless at extreme danger for passing along deadly genetic illnesses that kill in childhood because of historical forces on their ethnic group. We don't get a choice about what's hiding in our DNA, good or bad.

People with their panties in a bunch over genetic illnesses should advocate for more access to genetic testing, which can be financially out of reach for many, and spend a lot less time worrying what kind of sex others are having.

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seakicker · 2 years

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brainrot about naga reader its v incoherent...

wwhat do u think of a pretty little naga reader... soft and small and nesting in her soft bed of stolen blankets when in heat.... then wake up to see big naga hunter childe standing in front of her, groping and petting her tail and tummy, trying to take her home to take care of her because he knows its mating season but getting sad when he remembers he cant give her eggs... but if he remembers correctly,, he has a friend whos a dragon hybrid...

ANON (GRABS YOU) (YANKS YOU IN CLOSE) (KISSES YOU) i have NOT been able to stop thinking about this ask since i got it holy shit. monstergirl reader is always a major bonus!

fem reader, reader is a snakegirl/lamia/naga (however you’d like to call her), zhongli has two cocks, exhibitionism (childe watches it all happen and eventually joins in), threesome, breeding, oviposition, heat/rut, and pregnancy below! also some references to some dark undercurrents like poaching, the illegal pet trade, and murder. i might have made this story a little darker than you intended, so i did my best to keep it to a minimum! but will happily elaborate on childe and zhongli here if asked

also crossposted to ao3 after some cleanup and editing to make it more consistent with the style of my ao3 works, as i tend to be a little more casual here (ie using first person and no capitalization)

i’m thinking about a reader whose heat maybe came earlier than expected or just otherwise failed to get a mate before mating season began, and now she’s left to suffer all alone and unbearably horny in her den in a hollow cave… the only comfort you’re provided comes from the blankets and pillows piled below you, but it does absolutely nothing to calm the hot spell raging through your body. lamias don’t sweat either since they’re cold-blooded and don’t self-regulate their body temperature, so you have no way of calming yourself down whatsoever— just a poor, whiny little lamia reader bemoaning the fact that she doesn’t have a mate to give her the comfort she so desperately needs… the only thing that would calm you down now is a lover breeding you full of his eggs as any good little mate should be receptive to receiving.

you’re so desperate you’re crying and whimpering as you try as hard as you can to take the edge off your heat by masturbating, but it’s pointless— it’s not pleasure you need, it’s breeding. lamias aren’t like humans in the sense that having sex purely for pleasure rather than procreating is a common concept— while there are surely lamia and naga couples who have sex for pleasure, especially ones who are already mates for life, that doesn’t mean it takes priority over true breeding the way it might for human couples, so to speak. your lamia instincts demand that you attempt to breed every single mating season, and the fact that you don’t have a mate this time seems to be hitting you especially hard. you've been at it for hours, hurriedly rubbing at the outer lips of your cunt and spreading them open for your other hand rather than to entice a partner into breeding you silly, and yet it's all proving to be a downright fruitless endeavor in your quest to satiate your heat.

you don’t realize that you’ve fallen asleep in the midst of your exhaustion— being kept up for a consecutive thirty hours or so by your raging heat will lead to such an outcome— until the soft, loving touch of a foreign hand rubbing against your long, scaled tail wakes you. were it literally any other time of the year except for mating season, you’d already be twisting yourself into a defensive position, ready to pounce on the foreign intruder for encroaching upon your den, but that’s the last thing on your mind right now.

what you’d really like from this visitor rather than his immediate departure are his eggs in your belly, but you can barely muster up the energy to even ask. all you can manage is a tilt of your head as you gaze up at your visitor, your bare chest falling with each shaky, heavy breath you draw. modesty is irrelevant to you, as horny and needy as you are now; if anything, you hope it arouses him into giving you exactly what you need.

“hey, it’s alright,” a cheery, masculine voice whispers, soothing you with soft movements that don’t trigger any of your danger alarms. “i won’t hurt you— i’m not so evil as to kill someone this helpless. the fight is what makes a hunt fun, y’know?”

ah. a naga— or perhaps just a general exotic beast— hunter. exactly what a lamia at her most vulnerable needs; not only that, but he's a human, meaning he won’t be able to meet your needs. though there have been many, many stories of humans being impregnated by monsters, the inverse is a rarity considering the relative weakness of humans as breeders... as far as beastfolk are concerned, humans make better incubators or hosts than breeders. additionally, in creatures that don't have live births such as lamias and mermaids, impregnation from a human lover is generally outright impossible.

despite his outright proclamation that he’s generally someone who kills your kind, you still can’t quite find it in you to feel afraid or territorial— were you in a more clear state of mind, you’d probably feel somewhat embarrassed by the fact that the only thing running through your mind is breed me breed me breed me breed me breed me as your new visitor continues to talk. you know that he can't breed you, but it doesn't matter— your mind is too far gone to be rational.

“besides, mating season brings its own kind of fun for hunters,” he adds with a grin, licking his lips and tracing his hand up the softer scales of the frontside of your tail to make his way to your more human bits. he rubs a palm over your belly, pressing against the space where your woefully empty womb rests. “if only i could solve your problem for good, right? i know someone who could help you, though, if you wanna come with me.”

agreeing to let a stranger—and a hunter at that— take you from the safety of your den and into the uncertainty of his home is something only a dumb, desperate, pliant, needy, and hormone-drunk lamia in heat would do… which is exactly why you’re agreeing to this stranger’s offer because the promise of getting bred stuck in your mind far more intensely than any hint of danger might have.

he’s exceptionally gentle with you despite the aura of danger a hunter innately carries with him— he doesn’t sling you over his shoulder like a sack of flour as he carries you into his home, instead he wraps one of your blankets around your shoulders (for modesty’s sake, one would assume, though you heatedly wonder if it’s his way of comforting you with a familiar object as he brings you into an unfamiliar environment) and gently carries you all the way to his home. aren’t you and your yards and yards of tail heavy?

then you figure he’s used to this. he’s used to hauling lamias away from their dens to either fuck them or kill them or fuck them then kill them, because that’s what hunters do… but that’s none of your concern right now. all you can focus on is the excitement of being able to be filled with eggs, assuming this stranger’s offer was a promise rather than a trap.

it's difficult to dwell on possibilities or any apparent danger when the only thing your mind can seem to focus on is your biological instinct to be a mother.

“you’re beautiful,” he purrs, eyeing your emerald scales with the same greed and scrutiny as a jeweler admiring his stones. “xiangsheng’s going to love you. such a lovely little lamia… you’d fetch me a pretty penny if i were in the market of selling exotic pets; you’re surely lovely enough to be one! i’m sure he’ll be excited to be with someone more similar to him than a human is.”

a naga male?

“please, i…” you gasp, clawing at your blanket to uncover your breasts, the sensation of even a shred of fabric on your body proving to be claustrophobic. “i need it, i need him, i…”

“so desperate,” he hums, gently lying you down against his bed once he’s managed to get you up the stairs. “oh, you’re just my type. really, it’s almost cruel that celestia didn’t make me a naga so i could breed you myself… i’ll be sure to have plenty of fun with you once xiangsheng’s done giving you what you need.”

the man offers you a wink and turns to leave the room as you settle back into his bed, clutching his pillows with your clawed fingers as you pant and writhe against the covers. even just the smell of a human male is driving you downright mad— he smells of the forests you're familiar with: earthy, rich, and strong. archons, if you don’t get bred right this very second…

“childe, you know i have no interest in your… hobbies,” another voice admonishes from just past the doorway, finally assigning a name to the man who rescued (or perhaps doomed) you. “i was unaware that this is what you were planning when you first invited me over.”

“but xiangsheng,” childe protests playfully, bringing the other man back into the room to greet you. “you couldn’t let a poor little lamia go so lonely, could you? lamias and dragons are friends, right?”

not a naga male, but a dragon male? though lamias and dragons—both being reptilian beasts—certainly have their similarities, there's no doubt in any lamia's mind that dragons are much stronger, wiser, and more well-respected than other reptilian beastfolk. dragons are touted as the destroyers of villages and entire armies, bringers of ruin and destruction, keepers of knowledge and treasures, and guardians of nations and nature, and the most representation lamias get in fantasy tales comes in the form of seductive temptresses preying on innocent, unassuming travelers. to receive the honor of carrying a dragon's clutch... the natural order of things spurs you to sit up a little straighter and whimper at the scent of his innate reptilian pheromones, gasping and pleading once more for what you need.

“please!” you cry, gripping at the pillows behind you. you don’t miss the way ‘xiangsheng’s’ pupils dilate in response to your body and your pheromones— he certainly seems to be a man more than capable of keeping his emotions in check, yet nothing is stronger than the forces of reptilian biology and instincts. he doesn’t appear to be in his own rut— does he already have a mate? does dragon mating season occur at a different time of year than other reptilian beasts’ mating seasons do? do you not arouse him past the scent of your pheromones?

"he brought me all this way here... so i could..." you manage between heavy pants, one of your hands wandering down to trace the outer lips of your cunt. it sits just above where your reptilian scales end and meet human skin at your hips, flushed and wet like a human's might be when aroused, yet yours is so discreet when unaroused that it’s practically unnoticeable; the bloodflow as a result of arousal is what makes it noticeable and enticing to mates.

the man known to you only as xiangsheng casts childe a suspicious and disapproving glance as if he knows something you don't— childe only raises his eyebrows and smirks in response.

“this wouldn’t be your first time with one of my sweet little prey, right? you don’t need to act all dignified,” childe laughs, patting him on the back and gazing over at you again. “look at her. she’s soaked. i’ve never caught a lamia more willing and desperate. help out one of your own kind, will you?”

“serpents and dragonfolk aren’t as similar as you seem to believe they are, childe.”

“you both have scales. you both have claws. any supposed difference past that is nothing more than humans having different eye colors,” childe dismisses him with an indifferent wave of his hand. “besides. you can give her what she needs; i can’t. she wants to be a mommy, xian— no, zhongli. help her out and i’ll make it worth your time, alright?”

childe pulls a coin out of his pocket and flicks it into the air with his thumb, an act that catches the other man’s attention momentarily. "and why, may i ask," zhongli asks, turning back to face you as you lie helpless and quivering against childe's bed. "are you so insistent upon aiding this woman if your hobbies typically involve... capture and execution?"

childe only grins at him again, humming a light tune as he moves to sit on the edge of his bed. he runs a hand up the sleek, shimmery scales of your tail, whistling in approval at the texture and luster of them. "because she's a beauty, that's why. and i like to help the needy, you know? such a sweet, desperate little thing can't be left to her own devices for the rest of mating season... that'd be cruelty!"

zhongli signs with resignation and joins the two of you on the bed, taking care to avoid sitting on your tail as he makes himself comfortable. he meets your hazy gaze again, his molten amber eyes burning with very apparent desire as he joins childe in sliding a hand up the smooth expanse of your tail.

"you are lovely," he nods in agreement, prompting a delighted hum from childe.

"i told you so," childe adds, grinning at you. "i told you he'd adore you. xiangsheng has a real eye for beauty, you know... he's accurately appraised more gemstones and jewelry than every last jeweler in liyue put together."

"their intentions lie with creating a profit, not appreciating the beauty of each gemstone for what it is," zhongli says matter-of-factly and almost somewhat proudly. "much like you, childe."

"right, me," childe feigns offense by placing a hand over his chest, "but let's save the insults for later, alright? i'm worried our sweet girl will just burst if you keep her waiting even a second longer for what she really needs. isn't that right, dear?"

you nod frantically, parting the puffy lips of your cunt with two of your fingers to helplessly show off how soaked you are. you've been soaked since the moment you first caught whiff of both childe's scent and, more effectively, zhongli's draconic pheromones.

"getting drenched just like a human girl," childe laughs, reaching over to tease at what he assumes is your clit— he's always surprised by just how similar lamia reproductive anatomy is to human reproductive anatomy on the outside; all the differences seem to be internal. his fingers rub and prod at your clit in ways that make you cry out and wiggle against the bed, the tip of your tail twitching rapidly as you try to steady your breathing. "what a doll. a prize catch, if you ask me."

zhongli removes his gloves and cufflinks and sets them aside, his jacket and belt joining soon after. childe seems to be following suit despite the fact that he won't be breeding you— he sheds his outer coat and belt, shamelessly groping at his growing bulge as zhongli takes to teasing your cunt instead.

"have you ever been with a dragon mate before?" he asks you simply, running his fingers down the slick inner lips of your cunt and collecting your wetness on his thumb. you shake your head, too worked up to attempt forming words, your tail gently wrapping around his thigh in a display of serpentine affection.

"then i'll be gentle," zhongli replies, kneeling over the apex of your tail where scale meets skin and freeing his cock— no, cocks— from the confines of his underwear. two cocks... naga males tend to have two as well, and the downright delicious sight of them makes you salivate. "dragons can be a little more... vicious than naga lovers are."

it's familiar, that much is for sure. his cocks stand tall, proud, and flared; the flares and ridges are more dramatic than naga males' are, and you're genuinely twitching with anticipation as he gently guides his cocks towards your sopping cunt.

"yeah, be gentle with her," childe warns. "don't want to hurt her when she'll fetch me a..." he trails off, clearing his throat and groping roughly at your exposed tits instead. "when she's being so good for us, i mean."

zhongli nods in response, and you're breathing so heavily an unexpecting onlooker may assume you to be hyperventilating as he eases both of his cocks into you at once. while the stretch is by no means comfortable or easy, it's at least something you've experienced before in past mating seasons with your naga lovers— though zhongli is far, far thicker than any of them ever were.

"feels good?" childe murmurs, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you whimper and clench around zhongli's cocks. "so cute, look at you... you wanted this so badly, huh? poor little thing, almost went an entire mating season without someone to help you feel good and give you what you want... what do you have to say to xiangsheng for being so nice to you?"

you lift your head off the pillow so you can get a better look at zhongli as he begins to hammer away at your cunt, his cocks effortlessly spreading you open and filling you up all at once. "thank you," you wheeze out amidst your moans, squirming helplessly when childe pinches both of your nipples.

zhongli's hands grip at your waist as he fucks you as quickly as he can, low grunts and groans leaving him on each thrust. he looks just like any mate should as he pounds you— assertive, commanding, domineering, and brutal. jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes lidded as he downright uses you, you've never been more satisfied in your entire life. your future naga lovers will never, ever be able to hold a candle to a dragon lover ever again.

"then show your gratitude by bearing my children," zhongli groans, losing himself to his own reptilian instincts as his mind becomes clouded with nothing but the idea of breeding a pliant, submissive, and wanting mate. childe grins down at you as he slips his cock past your pretty lips, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he begins to slap his hips against your mouth.

"and watch those teeth of yours," childe teases, lovingly pinching your cheek. "fuck, you're good... that tongue..."

you gasp around childe's cock as you feel the push of zhongli’s first egg into your body— you whine as you can feel one of his cocks expanding to accommodate the egg as it passes into your womb, settling nicely into you.

this is what you've been wanting all this time. this is what you've been needing and craving ever since your heat first began. this is what you were made for, what you're best for, what you're only good at— and knowing that you were able to catch the eye of a dragon only adds to your belief that this is truly what you were made for.

childe reaches a hand down to lovingly rest against your belly as zhongli continues to pump you full, your belly rounding out further and further with each egg that pushes into your womb. the sensation makes you moan out with ecstasy each and every time, your body finally, finally calming down now that you're finally, finally being bred nice and full.

"that's it," childe murmurs, spilling his load into your mouth, enjoying the way you cough and gag on his cock as you do your best to swallow as much of his seed as possible. "good, good girl. you're almost done; zhongli's just got a few more, right?"

you shyly reach down to cup your swollen belly as zhongli pushes his last egg into you, and he's stuffed you so full that you're somewhat amazed your body was able to make room for just one more. archons, it's heavy... though your exhaustion is partially at fault as well, your tummy feels so heavy and full like this that you couldn't even lift yourself up off the bed if you tried. you can only gaze proudly at your tummy as zhongli pulls himself out of you, leaving a slick trail of cum along the way that drips from your hole and down onto the sheets.

"you did so well," childe chirps, giving your belly a loving pat. "get some rest, okay? i'll wait to have a go at you until after you've gotten some well-deserved sleep."

you nod dumbly and oblige, allowing your heavy eyelids to fall as you drift off into a comfortable, happy slumber, body and mind satiated and heat effectively quelled by zhongli's efforts. what you feared would be your most barren mating season to date has become your most successful in only a matter of a couple of hours— getting two lovers in one day who are so, so very gentle with you?

you just can't wait for the next season... will childe and zhongli keep you until then?

you sure hope so.

"fifty-fifty works for you again, right?" childe asks zhongli, glancing over at your sleeping form as he redresses himself.

"you know better than to discuss business in front of the product," zhongli replies firmly, fixing his tie and cufflinks dutifully.

childe moves to gently pluck one of your scales from your tail, holding it up to the light of the bedside oil lamp to watch how the keratin reflects the light. "don't worry about that," childe smiles. "she's out like a light. a good girl... we should keep her around for another season before we get rid of her. i'd feel bad about losing a product this nice too quickly."

perhaps you'll get your wish to be with them for one more year granted.

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simsjayla · 7 months

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ni-ki - oh shit!

before anyone cancels me, this is set in the future and ni-ki is 22.

ni-ki x pregnant! reader

genre - fluff, angst

warnings - pregnancy, talks of abortion, vomiting

“shit,” you said as you looked at the positive pregnancy test. “he’s not ready to be a dad, i’m not ready to be a mum, fuck.”

it all started when you woke up vomiting one morning which soon became a reoccurring event over the past week. ni-ki is currently is america for enhypen’s 6th world tour so he didn’t know much about what was wrong with you and thought you had a stomach bug.

you also believed that you just had a stomach bug until you noticed your period was a week late this morning. and so this brings us back to where we started.

“he comes home today, i’m gonna have to tell him,” your voice shakes as you talk to yourself.

a loud knock interrupts your thoughts as you decided to distract yourself by making ni-ki his favourite meal to welcome him home.

you hear him drop his things as he walks tiredly up to, wrapping his arms around your waist. “missed you so much baby,” he mumbled into your neck as he plants consecutive, gentle kisses on the exposed skin. you giggle as his breath fans over your neck. “i missed you so much more love.”

you and ni-ki sit down at the table, facing eachother. “this is so good.” ni-ki says dramatically through bites. “i’m glad you like it,” you two fall into a comfortable silence after this, you feel yourself thinking back to what you have to tell him. your eyes tear up, thinking ni-ki would want you to get an abortion considering the two of you are barely 22.

ni-ki notices you tearing up, “what’s wrong love?” he grabs ahold of your hands. “n- nothing, just happy your home,” you lie as you wipe your tears.

“baby, i know you’re lying, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong i can’t make you feel better.” you take a shaky breath before saying those two big words. “i’m pregnant.”

ni-ki stares at you emotionlessly. “are- are you sure.” “i took three tests, all positive.” “i’m not gonna leave you if that’s what you’re worried about, i could never leave you, not now, not ever.”

tears fall down your face. “i’m so scared,” you say through choked sobs. ni-ki practically jumps out of his seat and walks over to your side of the table. he slowly picks you up bridal style and places you gently onto his lap as he sits on the couch.

he lets you cry into his chest. “that’s it baby, let it all out.” after a few minutes your sobs start to slow. “ni-ki?” “hmm?” “do you want this baby?” “only if you want this baby, it’s all your choice baby,” “i- i want to keep them, i can’t bear the guilt of a termination,” ni-ki softly strokes your hair before kissing your forehead gently.

“i’ll try and be the best dad i can be,” he places his hand on your stomach and smiles before speaking again. “i’m gonna be a dad, that sounds so surreal.” he smiles as he daydreams, images of your child running around the garden and all around the house.

“you’ll be an amazing dad ki,” you say before he kisses you gently. “i love you, and little baby nishimura.” he says before patting your stomach. “we love you too,”

it’s safe to say that you and ni-ki had no experience of being parents, but with eachother, you know you can do it.

#ni ki #enhypen #nishimura riki #dad!enhypen

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bradshawsbaby · 2 years

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Lt. Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw As A Father (Pt. II)

Pairing: Rooster x Wife!Reader

Author’s Note: This one picks up where Part I left off, so I would definitely read that first if you haven’t!

@lunamoonbby - I included your request in this one, so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and morning sickness, mentions of sex (nothing explicit), and...you guessed it...fluff.

- It was shortly after your son’s first birthday that you and Rooster decided to actively try for Baby #2.

- Though it took a couple months, neither of you had any problem with the process it took to get there. It wasn’t always as easy to find time for lovemaking now that you had a toddler to take care of, but you usually managed to make a way.

- The first time you got pregnant, you had been taking pregnancy tests on a regular basis, eagerly awaiting a positive sign. The second time around, between taking care of Goose, spending time with your husband, and handling household duties, you weren’t able to dedicate as much time to keeping such an active eye out.

- So it was only when you started waking up in the morning, nauseous and vomiting, for a few consecutive days that you and Rooster started to wonder if maybe Baby #2 was finally on the way.

- Rooster drove to the pharmacy to pick up a few pregnancy tests for you, and played in the living room with Goose while you took them.

- When you came running into the room, beaming as you waved two positive pregnancy tests in the air, Rooster immediately jumped up and lifted you up into the air, the two of you cheering and babbling excitedly to one another.

- Goose, who had started walking a couple months prior, waddled over to the two of you and tugged on the hem of your dress, looking up at the two of you curiously. “Mama?”

- Grinning, Rooster bent down and lifted your son into his arms, kissing the top of his head. “Me and Mommy are excited because you’re going to be a big brother, Goose,” he told him, tickling his stomach until he started laughing. “Mommy’s going to have another baby. Does that sound good to you?”

- “Baby!” Goose cheered, throwing his chubby fists up into the air, which made both you and Rooster laugh. Neither of you had ever been happier.

- Rooster is just as attentive and helpful throughout your second pregnancy as he was during your first, if not more so. In addition to taking care of you, he also takes on more responsibilities with Goose, especially during the first trimester, when your nausea and morning sickness are at their worst.

- Despite being exhausted from spending all day as an elite naval aviator, Rooster never once complains when Goose clamors for his attention when he comes home. He adores playing with his son, and wants to spend as much time with him as he can. Though he didn’t have much time with his own dad, he cherishes the memories he does have. He wants his son to be able to do the same.

- After Goose is down for the night, Rooster makes sure to lavish you with attention and affection. The two of you spend hours each night cuddling and talking about anything and everything. Usually, Rooster will rub your back until you fall asleep.

- Neither of you have any issues with making love throughout most of your pregnancy, though you do have to opt for more creative positions as your belly grows. You can’t help but smile at how delicately and tenderly Rooster treats you during that time.

- Just like when you were pregnant with Goose, Rooster loves to talk and sing to the baby, pressing kisses to your belly and resting his hands on your stomach whenever he can.

- Like father, like son. After seeing Rooster kiss your belly, Goose insists on doing it every day as well. “Hi, baby,” he always says, waving to your stomach. It makes your heart melt.

- Your favorite nights are the ones when Rooster sits Goose on his lap at the piano you bought for him, teaching your son how to bang on the keys, while you rest on the couch and watch them with a smile big enough to split your cheeks in half.

- Just like the first time around, you and Rooster opt not to find out whether you’re having a boy or a girl. So when the doctor announces, “It’s a girl!” it comes as a very pleasant and welcome surprise to both of you.

- Lydia Carole Bradshaw comes into the world much more calmly than her big brother did, and when the nurse places her in your arms, she gazes up at you and Rooster with the most angelic look on her tiny face.

- “She’s perfect,” Rooster declares, tears in his eyes as you gently pass your daughter into his capable arms. After that, he doesn’t want to let her go.

- “I think your husband is falling in love with another woman,” one of the nurses teases you, the both of you smiling at the sight of the Navy airman and his baby girl.

- When Maverick and Penny, who had been babysitting Goose, bring your son to the hospital to meet his new baby sister, everyone spends a good amount of time oohing and ahhing over the newest addition to the Bradshaw family.

- “This is Lydia, your baby sister,” Rooster says, lifting your son up onto your hospital bed so that he can get a closer look at the baby sleeping in your arms. “You’ve got to look out for her and protect her because you’re her big brother. Think you can do that?”

- “Yes, Daddy!” Goose nods enthusiastically, which makes everyone laugh.

- “Good,” Rooster grins, ruffling his hair. “She’s the princess of the family now.”

- “What Mommy?” Goose asks curiously, gazing up at your face.

- “Mommy’s the queen,” Rooster tells him with a laugh, winking at you.

- And like a queen is truly how your husband treats you. Nothing is too good for you, according to him. He’s truly your partner in everything, and he does so much to help with Goose and Lydia, despite his own heavy workload.

- Your heart can hardly handle watching Rooster become a girl dad. He really does treat your daughter like his own little princess. When she has trouble sleeping at night, he cradles her in his arms and walks around the living room with her, singing to her until she falls asleep.

- Nothing makes you happier than watching Rooster spend quality time with both your children. He really is the best dad.

- One time, you catch Rooster sitting on the couch with Lydia cradled in his arms, Goose snuggled up against his side. He’s showing them pictures of his parents and telling them all about the grandparents they won’t get to meet in this life. He looks so happy that it actually makes you cry. You love this man and the life you’ve built together. You wish his parents could be here to see it, but you know they’re proud of him and watching over your family.

- Whenever you go out for family walks, you pushing Lydia in the stroller and Goose riding on Rooster’s shoulders, people always stop you to compliment what a beautiful family you have.

- “Thankfully, they mostly have their mother’s genes,” Rooster jokes. “I just helped a little.”

- Rooster literally cannot wait for the kids to get bigger so that he can start taking them out for rides in the jets.

- But he also enjoys them being this little.

- “We make some pretty beautiful babies, Mrs. Bradshaw,” he whispers in your ear one night, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as the two of you watch your children sleep.

- “That we do, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you tease in return, squeezing his hands.

- “Making them’s pretty fun, too,” he adds, waggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.

- “That it is,” you laugh, grinning as your husband pulls you towards your own bedroom.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #x reader #x female reader #miles teller #top gun: maverick

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michelle-is-writing · 1 year

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Unexpected ch.2, Spencer Reid

Word count: 4.4k~

Read the first part here!

It isn't that hard to lie and say you need an emergency transfer to where your parents live. Thankfully, I'm able to do such a thing and move into a house similar to the last one I had when I lived in Las Vegas. I'm even more thankful to gain a good position at the FBI agency there, but I'm not all too thrilled about having to leave my best friends at Quantico. I knew them for only a short year, but it felt like I knew them forever.

Four months of the same work I once did months before pass, but this time, I've had to do it a bit differently. Instead of being able to travel to other agencies and help review specific cases for them to solve, I'm forced to stay at my agency and continue working there. It turns out the FBI doesn't exactly like their pregnant workers traveling, no matter how far along they are.

In my second month of working, I found out I was pregnant through a sudden spell of vomiting and fever. When one of my co-workers took me to the doctor, they did a blood test, and like any other unsuspecting parent, the news hit me in the face. One night of passion, sadness, and hurt lead to that moment where I was given the two exciting words that I had least expected.

"You're pregnant!"

When I was first given the news, I was excited, and I still am. I've always wanted kids, but I've always wanted to have kids that had a father present in their lives (preferably, in this case, Spencer). Going by the fact that Spencer most likely hates me for my sudden absence from work and leaving in the middle of the night, I can presume he doesn't want anything to do with our baby. Who would? But at the same time, can you blame me for leaving?

I felt alone in a relationship with a guy who acted like he barely knew me when we had known each other for our entire lives. I felt like I knew Spencer like no one else, and vice versa. I was wrong about something I would have bet my life on, and it was absolutely mortifying.

I still love Spencer, and I will never stop loving him. I think out of everything, that's the most painful thing. The high probability that he hates me now comes in second, which is why I haven't told him about my pregnancy. That, and I presume he never wanted kids - so, how can I push that onto him and make him not only hate me but a child he helped create? Why would my child ever deserve that?

Without fail, Penelope has tried to call me once every week ever since I left, and I just can't answer her calls. As stated once before, me leaving out of nowhere is embarrassing. I know that the gang is concerned about me leaving without saying anything, but how can I face them without lying? I can't just tell them I left because I knew Spencer didn't love me like I thought - that would've just added insult to injury.

However, the call Penelope sent this week was followed by two consecutive text messages.

Answer me right now or I will hack into any information about you there is available!

I mean it!

Because I knew she really did mean it, I answered her next call without hesitation.

"Hi, Penelope," I answered her, my voice drained of all emotion. Sitting down on my couch with my phone held against my ear, I placed my free hand over my small baby bump and lightly rub it without even thinking about it. I love my ever-growing child with all of my heart, and I haven't even met the baby boy yet.

"Don't 'hey, Penelope' me!" She almost shouts into my ear, causing me to close my eyes with guilt. "You haven't called, texted, emailed, nothing! You have sent me absolutely nothing explaining why you left! Why did you leave?!"

Her question makes me want to vomit, and I know I can't lie to her. "Spencer and I slept together the night before I left," I explain blatantly, hearing an immediate response only seconds later.

"So what?! Was the sex lousy? Did he not do it right?" Her questions roll off her tongue without pausing. "You have to teach the boy! He hasn't had that much experience in the past years, so you have to give him pointers and-"

"Pen, he couldn't get Maeve off his mind," I cut her off, tears rolling down my cheeks. As much as I'd love to laugh at Penelope's usual actions, I can't when I'm thinking about that night. "H-he mentioned her right after we were done, and I realized I would never be enough for him. I-I just couldn't face him after that, Pen; I just couldn't."

Unlike last time, Penelope halts her words before letting out a single-word response. "Oh," She mutters, every ounce of anger or frustration gone from her voice. She knew how I felt about Spencer and how I had always felt about him, even when we were younger.

A few more seconds pass before she speaks up again, her voice now a bit quieter. "But why couldn't you call me back or anything? Why'd you have to ignore me?"

Penelope's softly spoken words break my heart, and with the already falling tears, I can't hold back the new ones that arise. Biting my lip to prevent myself from sobbing out-loud, I take my hand away from my belly and raise it to cover my mouth. I never wanted to hurt anyone - I truly didn't - so, it hurts to hear that I ended up doing so anyway.

"Penelope, I'm pregnant," I shakily confess, shaking my head as I continually cry. "And I couldn't tell you, or Spencer, or anyone, because Spencer never wanted any kids! He never wanted me, Pen!"

Every word that leaves my lips is followed by my hands waving around frantically as I close my eyes with a shake of my head. It physically hurts to admit all of this to Penelope. Not only does it hurt, but it's embarrassing. I'm by myself with no one around me, the only guy I've ever loved doesn't want me, and I'm pregnant and scared to death. I have never felt so alone in my life, and it sucks.

"...Does he know?" Penelope asks, making me instantly sober up.

"NO!" I nearly shout, my eyes shooting open. "No, Pen, you cannot tell him! Whatever, you do, do. not. tell. him!"

"But, he deserves to know, (Y/n)!" Penelope argues, making me cry even more. She just said the same thing I've been debating with myself over the past two months, and to hear her say it makes me want to just fall asleep and forget about my problems. She's right, and I know it.

"He. doesn't. want. kids. Pen!" I repeat myself, placing my hand to my forehead. "And he doesn't want me either!"

"(Y/n), he does! He does want you!" Penelope tells me, making me shake my head. "When you left, he didn't talk to anyone. He just... he shrank into himself and never came back out! When we saw that you had transferred to the Las Vegas Unit, Spencer submitted transfer papers! Just to be with you!" Her words shoot right through me, making me pause in my actions as my eyes go wide. "He got denied, and when you didn't respond to my calls or his calls, he thought... he thought you didn't love him."

"Oh, God," I mutter, shaking my head. "I never stopped loving him, Pen - how could I? H-how could he think that?" I ask, not expecting an answer back from Penelope. "I tried to do everything I could to make him feel loved, to let him know I loved him and only him!"

Leaning my head back against the couch, I sink further into the plush material with a sigh. "When in reality, I was the one who never got anything like that back," I explain, my voice slow and calm now that I've let out the things I've been holding back on saying for months now. "I was the one who felt like I was never good enough no matter what I did or how hard I'd try... I would always be second-best - and that was that."

"If only you know how wrong you are, (Y/n)," Penelope tells me, sounding like she's crying too. "I-I know you won't believe me, but none of what you are saying is true. Absolutely none of it," She adds, "Spencer loves you with every ounce of his being, and you are not second-best to him."

"Pen..." I drag on, sighing.

"I know you don't believe me, but you have to," She states, before letting out a sigh. "I miss you, girl-genius, and I want to come and see you," Penelope confesses, making me lightly smile. "I miss our fashion conversations and shopping trips, and I've been sad the entire time you've been gone!"

Once all of her words process through my mind, I smile fully. Despite the shit that I've done, she's still the same fun-loving, girly-girl Penelope that I was close to in Quantico, and somehow, we're still close.

"I miss you too, Pen," I tell her, placing my hand back on top of my risen belly. In response, two little feet kick against my hand, making me smile. "I... I'm off for the next couple weeks if you want to come and see me," I tell her, "I think I'd like it if my baby boy met his aunty."

As soon as the words leave my lips, Penelope gasps. "You're having a boy?" She asks gently, making me giggle. I guess I didn't include that when I first told her. "That's it - I'll be coming in on Friday!"

I grin. "Don't rent a hotel room!" I tell her, standing from the couch to walk into the extra room in my house. I didn't think I'd be having anybody stay over for a while, so I didn't put any sheets or pillows on the guest bedroom bed. "I have a guest room here at my place, so don't waste any money on a room."

"Okay, okay!" She cheers, making me smile even more. "I'll get a flight and be over there in no time. I love you, and I'll see you then!"

With that, I tell her I love her back and we hang up. With my phone now in my hand rather than pressed against my ear, I move to sit on the mattress and sigh. I wasn't expecting Penelope to say everything she did, nor did I expect her to be so forgiving of me. Although, it is Penelope we're talking about here, and I don't think there's ever been a moment in her life where she wasn't understanding. I told her my problems, and in spite of loving Spencer like a brother, she listened to me and understood where I was coming from.

"I'm sorry you had to hear what your mummy told Aunt Pen," I apologize to my bump, my hand still resting against it. "Your daddy really is a great guy with a big heart, but mummy wasn't meant for him," Despite my heart cracking as I mutter these words, I smile and circle my hand around my bump. "However, mummy knows that you and I are meant to be, and no matter what, you will always be my little boy."

With Penelope calling me on Wednesday night, I didn't have to wait long for her arrival. I even went out and bought some lilac sheets for the bed so she could be on new ones, and I also got a pair of peacock themed earrings for her while I was out. I have to admit I'm a bit excited to see what she has to say about the nursery I've put together myself. I painted the walls with pale blue paint and then stenciled ducks throughout the middle of the wall. The furniture is all made out of a Walnut wood shade, and the curtains match the walls with a yellow ribbon holding them together.

On Friday night, I put everything together for Penelope's arrival and smile to myself. A part of me wants to believe it's just her that's coming, but another part of me is telling me that she's bringing Spencer with her. I'm partially scared, but at the same time, I'm not. What happens, happens... and there's nothing I can do about it.

Hearing a knock at the door, I close the kitchen drawer I'm currently digging into and move onto the next one. "Come in!" I shout, digging through the mess of kitchen utensils to find the pair of earrings I bought for Penelope. What interrupts me is two little feet kicking me as I do so, making me stop and place a hand to my belly. "Not now, little one!" I whisper with a smile, feeling my baby boy halt in his kicking. I can only hope he'll be willing to listen to me like this when he gets older.

Just as I find the black gift bag with the peacock themed jewelry in it, I hear my apartment door open and close. It isn't a peppy voice that I hear a few seconds later, and instead, a voice that I've wanted to hear for what feels like such a long time. Now that I hear him speak, I realize my mother's intuition has already kicked in.

"You know," the deep, yet boyish voice begins, making me stop moving. "Standing for long lengths of time can slow down the growth of a fetus, and cause premature birth as well as prolonged pain in the lower back."

A few moments pass before I slowly place the jewelry on my kitchen counter and turn around to see Spencer standing a few feet away from me, his hands wrestling with each other. Despite my mind telling me not to, my body takes charge, and I look into Spencer's eyes to see him gazing at me with glossed-over eyes. Once he sees my bump, his mouth lightly drops. "You..." He begins, holding a hand out. "You look amazing."

Leaning back against the counter behind me, I look away and harshly swallow, my throat feeling like it's being squeezed closed. "Spence..." I say the name I've always called him, but nothing follows it. I don't know what to say to Spencer at this moment, and going by the short silence that follows, he doesn't either.

"Why..." he starts, making me look back at him. This time, his tears are falling down his face freely. "Why didn't you tell me?" He finally asks, gently shaking his head. He truly doesn't realize, and even if I tell him, I don't think he'd understand.

"I know why you left," He explains, walking toward me with unsure steps. "And I-I realize that it was so stupid to talk about Maeve after we... we-we," Spencer stutters, making me shake my head as I bite my lip. "I never meant to send you away, (Y/n); I never wanted you to leave," He confesses, a tear trailing down his cheek. "That was the last thing I wanted you to do."

Once again, in spite of every signal my mind is sending me, I watch myself step forward and wipe Spencer's fallen tears away, his head leaning into my touch as I do so. With tears gathering in my eyes, I watch with bleary vision as Spencer lets out a shaky sigh before looking down at my bump and gently smiling. "It-It's mine," He states the obvious, making me smile as the tears finally fall.

Leaving my hand against the side of his face, I take his hand into my free hand and place it against my stomach, his warm fingers pressing against my belly with a softness I've never felt from him. "He is yours," I explain, emphasizing the sex to him. Instantly, he picks up on it and lets out a short noise of happiness, making me want to hug him to death, but I don't think I can handle that at this moment.

"Spencer, do you... do you want me? Have you... have you ever wanted me?" I ask him, his eyes instantly flickering up to meet mine.

"Every day of my life, yes," Spencer tells me, nodding his head up and down repeatedly. "My words to you about Maeve w-were not an attempt to tell you otherwise, I promise you," Watching as he shakes his head, I see him visibly struggle to swallow. "I just needed to get that out, and with you, I felt like I could tell you anything," He confesses, a few seconds passing before he shakes his head again. "And I felt that if I didn't let out my feelings, I wouldn't be able to move on, and then I wouldn't be able to give you all of me in my entirety because there is nothing I want more than that."

More tears sliding down his face, he leans down and lays his head against mine. Meanwhile, the tears haven't stopped falling from my eyes either, and even though I've felt hurt by Spencer for these past few months, I know he's telling me the truth. "I want you, (Y/n); you're all I've ever wanted," He tells me, crying even more as he shakes his head. "If you would have told me that I messed up that night by saying the stuff I did that bothered you, I would have apologized until the end of time for you. I would've done anything just to get you to stay."

At this moment, I feel guilty for not only what I've put myself through for these last months, but Spencer as well. I'm glad that he understands why I felt the way I did, but what I'm unhappy about is the fact that I was the one who wasn't understanding. For five seconds, if I had seen the difference in how he said his last words to me rather than what he was saying, we wouldn't be in this predicament. We wouldn't have been without each other, and we wouldn't have gone through so much by ourselves with no one to fall back on.

"If I wasn't pregnant with your baby," I start, my voice wary and slow. "Would you have still come back for me?" I ask, pulling my head away from his to look up at him.

In response, Spencer simply smiles and nods. "Even if you had left in the morning and told me goodbye, and you came here without our son growing inside you, I would have still fought for you with my life," He confesses, still smiling. "When I was young, I was stupid and I let you go without a fight," Spencer then shakes his head. "I don't want to do that again - I can't do that again."

Once again, I know that what Spencer's telling me is completely truthful and coming from his heart. For once, he isn't saying statistics or facts about what is going on around him, and instead, he's speaking up about himself and how he feels. He's not reading from a textbook or informative journal - it's all coming from him.

"I don't want you to do that again either, Spencer," I admit, welcoming his arm as he wraps them around my waist and slowly pulls me close. With my bump pressed against his practically non-existent stomach, I smile, feeling two little feet kick in response. My boy has never reacted like this when I've hugged people in the past - maybe he somehow knows who I'm hugging, and perhaps he's excited.

"I love you, (Y/n)," Spencer states, his other hand coming up to hold my cheek. Looking up at him, I see tears still flowing down his cheeks like before, although there are fewer this time around as his smile remains on his lips. "I love you so much, and I want you to see that so badly."

Spencer Reid - the man who avoids drama at all costs, rarely takes risks, isn't too great with social interaction, and who doesn't always show his emotions - is currently standing in my kitchen with his arms holding me close to him as he confesses his true feelings. At the same time, he's interacting with our son in ways he doesn't even know about, and for once, he's fighting for me by taking a six-hour flight to get to me and try to win me back. At this point, I never realized that it's something I've wished for with all my heart ever since I left.

"I do see it, Spence," I tell him, giving him a tearful smile. "I see it right now as we speak, and I see it looking back too," I add on, watching as his face never changes at my words. He probably doesn't believe me, or he doesn't want to because he's mad at himself for waiting for so long to do such a thing. "I see everything, Spencer, and I will always love you too," This time, my words do make a change occur, and I'm thankful to see it's a positive one. "Besides, I always have."

In response, his smile widens before he leans forward and plants his lips against mine. However, the kiss doesn't last long as Spencer soon pulls away and pushes his head into my neck. "Please, forgive me," He pleads, sounding broken like before. "Please, please, please," Spencer repeats the word over and over again until I speak up.

"Baby, I forgave you long ago," I tell him, only to earn a head shake in response.

"No, no, not just for this," Spencer murmurs, raising his head from my neck. Leaning above me, Spencer stares into my eyes while gently swaying us in our embrace. I don't think he knows he's doing it.

"Back when we still lived here in Las Vegas, I-I moved everything out of the apartment without telling you. I was in a rush to get moved into my dorm while moving my mom into Bennington that all I left was a note, a stupid note!"

Every word that leaves his lips afterward doesn't reach my ears. He left me a note? When I went into the empty apartment, there was absolutely nothing in there! If there was a note, then I surely would have seen it.

"Spencer," I cut him off from his rambling, and for once, he stops speaking. Turning my eyes up to his, I gently shake my head. "There was no note in the apartment. I-I went in, and every-single-thing was gone; it felt like you wanted me to feel forgotten, and it hurt."

Once I'm done speaking, Spencer leans down and places another kiss to my lips, apologies following afterward just like before. "I promise you, I left a note - I swear I did!" Spencer's words come out in a rush as if he were scared that I wouldn't believe him.

"It's okay, Spencer. I believe you," I assure him, nodding. "The owners of the apartment probably came by and cleaned up since there was absolutely nothing left - no furniture, pictures, curtains, nothing."

At that, Spencer shakes his head with squinted eyes. He then goes to say something, but quickly cuts himself off with a sigh. "No matter what, I love you - I loved you back then too," He confesses, his eyes flashing over to mine. "I thought for the longest time that you wanted nothing to do with me, hence why you never tried to see me."

If only he knows how far that is from the truth. For so long, I tried to find him. I searched everywhere online, but nothing ever came up except for old news articles about how smart of a kid he was. It wasn't until I joined the BAU that I realized why his online presence was so scarce - it was for his protection.

"I searched for you for a long time," I tell him, smiling at him as I reach up to cup his cheek. "But, I could never find anything on you. I never thought to look at our employee list though."

Laughing at my words, Spencer shakes his head at the irony before sighing once again. "I looked for you too, but I always got scared when I found you," He confesses, shaking his head. "I didn't think you'd want me meddling in your life."

Just like before, his words break my heart. There are too many damn things that have gone wrong in our relationship that could have been solved way before now. "Let's... let's not let another misunderstanding ruin our relationship again - please," I plead, wanting nothing more but to be close with Spencer without anything holding us back.

Liking the idea, Spencer smiles back and nods. "Let's," He agrees, leaning forward to plant his lips onto mine. As soon as he does, the baby boy in my belly begins kicking again, prompting me to place both of Spencer's hands on my stomach. Feeling his son kick, Spencer pulls away from the kiss to let out a mix of a surprised gasp/laugh, making me giggle with him. "I love you," He tells me, turning his smiling face back to me with happiness written all over it.

Smiling back, I lean farther into him with his hands still pressed against my swollen tummy, my head leaning against his chest. "I love you too," I respond, feeling as if the only things around me that matter are Spencer and our son.

Thanks to Penelope (who I doubt is even coming down here and is probably waiting for me to return to Quantico), I finally get to be with the person I feel to be my soulmate, once and for all.

This may not have been the way I wanted to start a family, but I can't say I'm ungrateful for us now. Finally, after so many years, things are cleared up and no longer blocking the possibility of Spencer and I loving each other. For once, we finally get to be with each other in peace and utter devotion - nothing else.

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maxislvt · 2 years

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G!p Nat or wanda or both maybe impregnant r and how they react to the pregnancy maybe

Expectantly Expecting

For your entire relationship, Natasha had been nothing but sure of herself. Even when missions seemed to go on forever or went haywire, she always kept a cool head. She never cracked under pressure. Wanda on the other hand, was a lot less sensible. It seemed she forever had “first mission jitters” as Steve would call it. Her fingers twitched with anticipation and her mind ran at a hundred miles a minute at all times. You were happy to play moderately in their land of extremes. Ready to pull Wanda out of her head when her thoughts got dark and remind Natasha she was part of a team. The three of you were the perfect team. However, nothing is truly perfect and every dog has its days. Unfortunately, your days were about to be nine consecutive months.

The first few weeks were fine. Your body hadn’t changed much but your hormones and cravings had been off the wall. You always had strange preferences as far as food went, but they’d gone from unsalted fries from McDonald’s to potato chips accompanied by shredded cheese. To make matters worse, you’d been transferred from the Avengers due to your pregnancy. No one had forced you to go on it so early, but being stuck to paperwork when you once took out guys left and right was a major blow to your pride. No matter how many times Hill and the rest of your new coworkers assured you that you were just as helpful in the office as you were on the field, you felt useless. Wanda and Natasha had refused to leave your side unless they absolutely had to, which made things so much easier for you.

Well, it did until your baby bump finally showed through and Natasha refused to let you work. Though you weren’t stoked about being trapped in the house for five more months, you conceded and finally took off. You never would have agreed if you had known how much chaos it would cause in your relationship.

“You know Nat doesn’t like when you cook now,” Wanda whispered sweetly. Though she seemed just as confused by Natasha’s sudden change in demeanor, she was happy to agree if it meant she had an excuse to keep you from doing anything she deemed too high maintenance, “I told you, I don’t mind cooking or going to buy stuff for you. Just ask me.” Her magic wiggled the knife out of your fingers as she guided you back towards the couch. She sat you down and quickly snuggled into your side. Wanda elected herself to be the one to stay back with on most days. Though Natasha enjoyed being home with the two of you, it was too big a risk to have all three of you out of commission at once.

You sighed, but allowed yourself to be bribed with affection. “She doesn’t like when I do anything these days,” You huffed out and leaned against your partner. Between the constant, yet inconsistent vomiting and sudden burst of emotional instability, you began to feel useless. Natasha had barred you from just about any and every house chore. “You know, she doesn’t even let me fold my own clothes anymore, it’s insane! I’m pregnant, not dying of plague,” You shouted. Your frustration was slightly eased by the rhythmic circles Wanda rubbed on your back. It became routine for you to go on rants about the smallest things. Anything, no matter how much you loved it, was vulnerable to being on your shit list for the next hour. “I mean, if you’re going to trap me in the house for months at least get me the right orange juice!”

“I told you, it was an accident,” Natasha whispered from behind you before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. “But, it’s good to know I can always bribe you with apple juice if I need to.” Natasha had grown used to your mood swings. Though she kept you in check about apologizing, she was mostly unphased by your antics. She had been well aware of how much you’d hate being at home, but she never budged on her stance. Paperwork clearly wasn’t as stressless as the three of you thought it would be and she didn’t like the thought of other people taking care of you. “You can help me with dinner tonight if you must help around the house.”

You opened your mouth to argue that it would be better if you just cooked for yourself, but the firm squeeze on your thigh from Wanda indicated it was best you just take what you could get. “I would like that,” You mumbled softly. You tilted to lean against Natasha, but kept your hand on Wanda’s leg. Pregnant or not, being between the two women you loved the most never failed to ease your nerves. “Sorry for being mean. I think I need to go out more.” You bit the inside of your lip with the hope that it would keep the incoming mood swing at bay.

Just five more months. Then everything would be normal. Well, a new normal.

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maya-matlin · 4 months

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7, 8, 9, 10 and 11 on my pinned list of Degrassi asks - only if you want to, of course!

Oh, thank you! I'll have to send you more asks in a bit. <3

Characters I'm most similar to:

1.) Ellie Nash

2.) Grace Cardinal

3.) Terri MacGregor

Three things I would change:

1.) The mishandling of practically every black and POC character. It's no secret that almost all of them were either sidelined or barely given a fraction of the focus the white characters were given. Ex: Liberty's pregnancy was almost all about JT, Jimmy's reaction to the shooting and his paralysis is minor compared to the focus on Spinner and his redemption arc, Chantay doing precious little for eight seasons straight, Tiny exists only as a love interest and Zig's sidekick in spite of his rich background involving addict parents, Vince, and previous gang ties, Shay's mostly only prominent during a story line specifically about racism compared to Frankie and Lola.

2.) Inadvertently making multiple main characters rapists because the writers were uneducated about what healthy consent looks like (Sav/Anya in season 9, Holly J/Declan in season 10, Drew/Katie in season 12)

3.) Queerbaiting the Zoe/Grace romance in Next Class to prove a point about stereotypes by punishing the one character not stereotyping or making assumptions about Grace. Straight up, they didn't need to have sex. That was hurtful and way too far. All this specifically told from Zoe's perspective, meaning the show deliberately kept Grace's feelings and motivations a mystery.

Characters I once loved but then disliked:

1.) Declan Coyne (Season 10 originally turned me off, but rewatching season 9 only reinforced that he was always an entitled, self involved person with a flimsy grasp on respecting the word "no")

2.) Owen Milligan (Love is a stretch, but I easily accepted him as a boyfriend to Anya and protective brother to Tristan presumably because I thought Daniel Kelly was hot with longer hair. I know myself, and 18 year old me had no shame. Owen Milligan had zero redeeming qualities.)

3.) Johnny DiMarco (Not full on dislike, but I've lost a lot of respect for the character and feel he spent a lot of time being a malicious asshole and involving himself with a much younger girl well past the age of knowing better. Just because he acknowledged JT four seasons after his death doesn't make him a good person)

Characters I once disliked but now like:

1.) Mia Jones (She wasn't that bad. She just came onto the show during an awkward era, and I was then a big fan of JT/Liberty and Peter/Darcy. While the modeling arc wasn't great and Degrassi could have done a better job showing her struggles as a teen mom, she was well intentioned and people liked her because she was nice. It's that simple, but I had a visceral hatred of her LOL)

2.) Campbell Saunders (It wasn't him. It was the overwhelming fan response. Now that it's been a decade since his character was killed off, I can admit he was a good character. Just not a personal favorite)

3.) Drew Torres (I'm aware there's a lot wrong with him and that he deserves an award for the consecutive amount of bad decisions he made, but there's something endearing about the character. I'm a big fan of his growth, particularly in season 13 and during the first half of season 14. He got screwed so that the baby could be Eli's, and I hated it)

#first-date-in-space #Long post

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talkingtea · 1 year

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That WA plot sounds interesting but it sounds like 9.01, except it’s time anomalies and not time loop. (Do we have to keep torturing Iris with time after giving her a poorly written, non-planned time sickness, that makes her think she has the disease again?) This is also *right after* Iris is in a dreamscape. Why can’t WA have stories centered on their real, present lives, and not just time (or hallucination) manipulated plot devices? The pregnancy is basically offscreen, Iris’ company expanding is offscreen. Eric said he did the director thing to ‘tie up S1 ends’ and be an excuse not to show Barry as a CSI (*his career*) in a short season, he said Iris won’t get to win either Pulizters at a ceremony on screen. But… Allegra & Chester can navigate as cringe, teenager relationship, Cecile can actively choose to be a bad mother while failing as a superhero, and Cecile and Allegra are roommates in a house that’s not even theirs? It sounds like a bad *bad* sitcom wasting everyone’s times. Instead of constantly shoving WA in time plot devices they could be building their legacies onscreen. They could be experiencing their pregnancy together.

It’s already speculated Oliver will be a hallucination (or flashback) because of Bloodwork. So mindscape, anomalies, and hallucination in three consecutive episodes? DO A REAL STORY. IN THE PRESENT. WITH REAL PEOPLE. IN REAL SITUATIONS.

That’s yet another thing that’s missing from this show. Before, even with the super hero element, the characters still lived real lives. Now they gloss over the real bits and only show the over the top, cheesy, fantastical stuff. That does not make for good TV.

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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yesss more hcs please

Ok bestie, here you go!

10 more Hotchniss head canons for you below the cut :)

(The post with the first 10 is here!)

Emily’s main love language is touch. She’s constantly touching Aaron whenever she can, even at work. She’s more subtle there than she is at home, but it still happens. A purposeful glance of her fingers over his as she hands him a coffee, her hand on his shoulder as she leans over him to read a file he’s holding. Tiny reassurances that she’s there, that whilst he has to be strong for the team, she’ll be strong for him.

Aaron’s love language is a mix of words of affirmation and quality time. He’s always telling Emily, and the kids, how much he loves them, how he treasures them. It surprises Emily that he’s always the one to suggest weekends away, packing the kids into the car so they can just go somewhere. Or he ensures no one calls them, rainy weekends off spent curled up in their home, children's movies they’ve both grown to hate on the tv, and their children sprawled across their laps. Emily thinks it’s because he realised what lost with Haley, that he’s changed his priorities over the years.

It’s Emily who says ‘I love you’ first. It comes out when they are arguing about something, whatever it was not important enough for either of them to recall whenever they repeat the story over the years. Aaron says it back to her immediately and seems relieved, admitting he’d been saying it to her when she was sleeping for weeks.

Emily is very generous. She has a trust fund with more money in it than she could ever wish to spend, and at first, no one knows about it, despite the (correct) assumptions they make. She knows the value of money, but also spends it without concern, but rarely on herself. She pays off Penelope’s medical bills, what isn’t covered by insurance, after she’s shot. She makes sure Aaron has the top physical therapist around after Foyet so he can recover quicker (he doesn’t find that out until years later when they are together.)

They argue about money when they come to buy their house, because she wants to get somewhere slightly bigger, to use the money that she had to buy the home she’d always dreamed of. It’s a nasty fight where they both say things they don’t mean before they talk about it more calmly, already apologising to one another.

Aaron is useless when Emily is hurt/sick. Not in a practical sense. He’s very good at looking after her, but he hates seeing her like that. It makes him ache, and he tries and fails, to hide it from her. When she has their first child together, he cries at seeing her in so much pain, and she somehow finds herself even more in love with him after that.

Pregnancy is not easy for Emily. Her age and the trauma her body has gone through makes it hard work, and she’s grounded much sooner than either her or her husband would like. Aaron arranges, without telling her, for people to check in on her when she’s gone. She doesn’t think much of it when Jessica and Penelope come round on consecutive evenings, but when her mother makes an appearance on night 3 she realises what he’s doing.

They have two kids of their own as well as Jack. Their first is a daughter who looks exactly like Emily, but has Aaron’s temperament. Their son is the complete opposite, a child of chaos with Aaron’s face but Emily’s personality. At 13 months old he climbs out of his crib and makes it from the nursery to their room. When they wake up with the toddler in their bed, they don’t believe each other when they claim to have not gone to get him in the night. It’s only when they watch the footage on the baby monitor’s camera that they realise what has happened.

Eventually, Aaron retires early, leaving behind the BAU to spend more time with their children, recognising that they both couldn’t be off risking their lives all the time, and that someone needed to be at home. He teaches classes at the academy, and Emily teases him when he needs to get reading glasses, saying it really completes the look.

Emily becomes Unit Cheif when Aaron retires. The family photo she has on her desk, taken when the kids were a little younger, is the same one Aaron had there when the desk was his. She considers it a good luck charm, and something she can look at to remind herself there is good in the world on the hard days. That after everything, after how hard she fought for it, she has a home and family of her own.

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joleyssims · 5 months

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Generation Eight: Mamma Mia

Your parent's life is shrouded in secrets and mystery. Most of their past is a secret. But you could tell something haunted them, so you decide to live your life as openly and freely as possible. And if you end up with your own secrets to keep from your kid? Well, that’s just the name of the game.

Traits: Non-committal, Dance Machine, Child of the Islands

Objectives:

Have three consecutive woohoo partners before taking a pregnancy test while not being in a relationship with any of them

Live in Sulani or Tartosa and only work jobs you can do from your home

Own and live in a rental property and get at least one unit to five stars

Maintain two good/best friendships from childhood onward

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triviareads · 1 year

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Note: I've linked StoryGraph summaries of every book to each title.

Glory and the Master of Shadows by Grace Callaway: This is my third consecutive month of screaming about Grace (0 shame btw). First and foremost, I deeply appreciated this book for touching on the Opium Wars and the atrocities wreaked on China by Britain, and how the government was complicit.

Wei is one of those uber-competent heroes who isn't outwardly a mess (like many a Grace hero lol). Like, in one night, he saves Glory from falling off a drain pipe, goes down on her (which... her mom may or may not have unwittingly overheard but tbh Maggie does not have a leg to stand on), and fixes the drain pipe before leaving. Truly a prince among men. That being said, his trauma runs deep to the point where his life is solely focused on revenge, which is why Glory is such a shock to his system. Wei and Glory's dynamic is just adorable: A heavy dash of teacher/student, along with a really deep shared understanding between them about what makes the other tick, and not just because of commonalities in cultural background. Like, Wei appreciates Glory for the very qualities that make her a bit of an awkward turtle in society.

Plus, it's always fun to read about previous Grace heroes and heroines. The Charlie's Angels gals' friendship is going strong, even if Glory initially feels a little off about being the only unmarried one in their group. Fiona does the modern equivalent of giving Glory a slutty makeover to seduce her crush. Rhys (the heroine's formerly slutty dad) is now a Serious Politician who is sponsoring an anti-opium bill. Hawk apparently has sympathy pains during Fiona's pregnancy. Gavin Hunt is so excited about possibly having a grandson named after him he makes the kid engraved jewelry before they're born. I love this gang.

Caitlin Crews

I wanted to get into some of my Harlequin recs this month, but when I made a list, I realized maybe one author a month would be better. So let's talk about Caitlin Crews. What I love about her writing style is that she's not afraid to make you dislike both the heroes and heroines a little (or a lot). It's easy to write a hero who is The Worst but then you eventually come around to him, but a winning formula is writing a hero who scares you a little and pisses you off a lot, and then a heroine who annoys you almost equally. But in a good way, for both. The dialogue is also always, always on point.

The sex Caitlin writes feels... borderline transcendent? Like you read that shit and think "this is not attainable" and then happily go back to reading more. Here are some of her books I'd rec:

The Viking's Runaway Concubine

The only Harlequin Historical I'll recommend, and only because I was terrified for most of it during my first read. Terrified but enthralled. It's set in Viking-ruled Britain in a time where slavery was practiced. There's an M/s dynamic to Ulfric and Eithine's relationship except, Ethine is Ulfric's literal slave as well. Do we see where the lines of consent are blurred?

But here's the thing: The sex is hot. It's very hot. Ulfric is obsessed with finding Ethine after she ran away from him, and her punishment for her "transgressions" once she's found is written brilliantly. He's also, in general, obsessed with her. He's all "you might as well have stabbed me in the HEART instead of slashing my face when you left meeee". On top of that, Ethine's whole inner conflict is that she *shouldn't* find pleasure in the pain he gives her, so she tries to convince herself she's being forced to take it. There's a looooot of conversations between Ulfric and Ethine about consent and gender roles so the book actually keeps you on your toes on like, an intellectual level lol.

Claimed in the Italian's Castle

A modern retelling of Beauty and the Beast. Angelina is practically sold off by her weirdly feudal family to the "Butcher of Castello Nero", Benedetto Franceschi, a man whose past 6 wives have all died under mysterious circumstances. Regardless, he gets Angelina off at her piano several dozen times so she does what any smart gal should do and agrees to marry him. By the time we hit the climax (the emotional climax; not the sexual one) I remembered why I loved this book, namely, how a so-called boogeyman (he's so self-loathing that he looooves thinking of himself as a boogeyman) is reduced to a sopping wet pathetic mess on his knees. There's a winner right there.

Just One More Night

The last 3 books are Harlequin Dare books, which have sadly stopped being published, but here are my favorites:

Speaking of heroines that irritate me, let's talk about Indiana 'Indy' March: She's a free spirit (but in a self-sustainable way) who does what she wants, walks away when things get too intense, and says shit like "Ambition is for people who don't like what they have. But I do", causing my poor little capitalist heart to go "nooooooo".

Anyway, it's interesting because for a woman who doesn't like being tied down, she voluntarily goes to meet a man she accidentally walked in on like, assassinating people in a random alleyway in Budapest and then IMMEDIATELY proceeded to have sex with said man, Stefan (and when she says they didn't use a condom, he says the seminal masterpiece of a line "you American girls are always on the pill"). And now, two years later, she's back to meet him at a time and place designated by him, and it goes from there. He does, at some point refer to her pussy as "one of the great wonders of the world". Out loud.

Teach Me

This one has your classic Caitlin bratty heroine— Erika— who gatecrashes a sex club to try and hook up with her brother's best friend Dorian (yes, bear with me— his name is the least hottest thing about him). This man tries to scare her away by delivering a spanking but like, she's obviously very into it. He then proceeds to dom her into being less self-sabotage-y and coaches her through her mommy issues, which I thought was cool of him. Would recommend.

The Risk

The stripper-ballerina book. Literally. She's a ballerina who wants to let loose so she gets into an exclusive club to do a burlesque routine, and then a man buys her (time) for the night for anonymous sex. Not a lot going on tbh, just really well-written, evocative stuff. Like at some point during sex, she's wearing the wings from her routine and nothing else which I thought was hella cool.

#trivia's book round-up #grace callaway #caitlin crews #harlequin dare #harlequin presents #historical romance #contemporary romance #harlequin #book recs

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Ovulation Calculator: A Simple Tool To Help Couples Conceive

Ever wonder how long it takes for your ovaries to release an egg? Or how many days until your body will actually release a said egg?

Maybe you've been trying to get pregnant, but one of you had to take a medical leave or go on vacation...it would be helpful if you knew how long ago the last period started, right?

What is Ovulation?

Ovulation is the release of an egg from the ovary. Ovulation can be predicted by taking your basal body temperature (BBT) every morning for a few weeks before your expected menstrual period and then using that data to create an ovulation calendar.

The average woman's ovulation occurs around day 14 on her ovulation calendar.

The Calendar Method

The Calendar Method is a fertility calculation method that uses the natural cycles of the body to predict when you are most likely to conceive.

The method is based on the reproductive hormones LH and FSH, which fluctuate throughout the month. These fluctuations can be used to calculate your ovulation date.

There are several ways to use the Calendar Method. You can use it to determine when you are most likely to ovulate each month, or you can use it as a tool for predicting your chances of becoming pregnant overall over a period of time.

Either way, it's an essential tool for couples hoping to conceive.

The Body Temperature Method

The body temperature method is a simple and effective way to determine when ovulation occurs. You will need to know your basal body temperature (BBT) and the time of day you took your temperature.

To use the body temperature method, take your BBT at the same time each day for at least four consecutive days. On the fifth day, take your temperature in the morning after waking up and before getting out of bed.

Note down this number and compare it to your average BBT taken over the past four days. If the two numbers are close, then ovulation likely occurred on that particular day.

How Often Does Ovulation Happen?

The average woman ovulates once every 24 to 36 hours. This means that there is a good chance of conception during the time when ovulation is occurring.

However, not all women ovulate each month, so it’s important to track your cycle and see if you are typically ovulating on the first day of your period or the second day.

If you are not usually ovulating during the middle of your cycle, you may want to speak with your doctor about trying a fertility-boosting supplement.

Introducing the Ovulation Calculator

If you're trying to conceive and are wondering when you're most likely to ovulate, there's an easy way to find out. The Ovulation Calculator can help couples predict their chances of conceiving based on their menstrual cycle cycles.

Simply enter your information and the calculator will provide you with a prediction for your next ovulation. If you want to increase your chances of conceiving, keep track of your basal body temperature (BBT) as well.

This simple measure can help point you in the right direction if fertility issues arise.

How to use the Ovulation Calculator

If you're looking to conceive, or are just curious about when you're most likely to Ovulate, the Ovulation Calculator is a great resource.

The calculator can help you calculate your chances of conceiving based on your menstrual cycle and fertility preferences.

Just enter the dates of your last period and the time of day it occurred, and the calculator will provide an estimate of your next ovulation.

While this tool isn't 100% accurate, it's helpful to get a general idea of where you stand.

If you're TTC (trying to conceive), using the Ovulation Calculator can help keep track of your progress and better understand when to start taking fertility supplements or changing your diet.

And if you've already conceived, using the calculator can give you some insight into why things didn't work out - learning more about your body can help make future pregnancies easier!

Benefits of Ovulation Calculator

When trying to conceive, many couples turn to ovulation calculators to help them pinpoint the most fertile time of the month.

Ovulation calculators can be very helpful in predicting when a woman is likely to ovulate, which can help couples plan sex around that time.

Additionally, ovulation calculators can also be useful in determining whether or not contraception is necessary during those times. One of the primary benefits of using an ovulation calculator is that it can help couples avoid frustrating problems with fertility.

By knowing when a woman is likely to ovulate, they can avoid intercourse during that time if they do not want to conceive.

Additionally, using contraception during those times will greatly increase the chances of conception occurring.

Another great benefit of using an ovulation calculator is that it can provide valuable information about a couple's fertility history.

By knowing when a woman has previously been able to conceive, they can better prepare for potential infertility issues down the road. This information can also be helpful in choosing the right type of contraception for each individual couple.

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