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straykeedz · 5 months

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9𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐦 ; 𝐬𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @astraysimp, "9 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠"!

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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𝐭𝐰: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲 ; 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ; 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ( 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 ) ; 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱 ( 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭!! ) ; 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞 ;

𝐰𝐜: 3,2𝐤

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

Changbin likes to be as organized as possible, in every single aspect of his life.

He knew he wanted to work in the music field since he was eight years old and did his first recital with his classmates and he had to sing a whole verse in front of the entire school. He knew he really wanted that ridiculously expensive computer so that he could finally download all the programmes that he needed to produce his own tracks, so during the summer of his eighteenth birthday he worked as a bartender, saved every single cent he earned, and by the end of September he’d already produced the base of his first song.

His organization is incredible. His schedule, together with his timetable, is impeccable. Everything goes according to plan in Changbin’s life, there’s no space for bumps in the road or inconveniences, because he always has a plan B, or a plan C, he even has a plan D and so on. He’s always prepared.

When his older sister had a baby, another thing became as clear as day for Changbin - he wanted to be a father. Not only that, he wanted to become a dad at a young age, around his mid-twenties. I’ll have more energy if I have a kid really young, he reasoned. Plus, he didn’t want to subordinate his parenthood to his career - he was gonna be a successful producer and rapper and also an amazing dad, end of the story.

You entered his life and changed it completely, and he was even more convinced that he wanted to have a kid as soon as possible, and he wanted you to be the mother of his child. He couldn’t think of anyone more perfect, loving, caring than you, and when he found out you were on the same page on this, and that you, too wanted to become a mother soon, he was over the moon.

And just like he’s organized in every aspect of his life, he’s organized even when it comes to trying for a baby, keeping track of your menstrual cycle so that you both know when you’re ovulating and there’s a higher chance you might get pregnant. During those days he’s all over you, making sure to make love to you at least twice a day.

When he saw that little, purple exclamation mark next to today’s date in the calendar - which means you’re currently ovulating, a smile instantly spread on his face. As predicted, as soon as you come home, he’s all over you, determined not to waste a single second.

“Welcome home, jagi,” he wraps his arms around your waist as soon as you step inside the apartment, not even giving you the time to take your coat or shoes off, “Did you miss me as much as I missed you?” A kiss on your lips.

“Yah, Binnie, it’s just been a few hours,” you chuckle.

“Irrelevant,” he shushes you, “I miss you even when you go pee, you know that.”

“Ew,” you giggle, “let me take my coat off, it’s hot inside.”

He takes it off for you, hanging it together with your purse, something he always does. “You know what today is, jagi?” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around you once again, this time from behind as he starts kissing your neck.

“No,” you furrow your eyebrows.

“I checked on the calendar this morning…” he doesn’t stop kissing you, “You’re ovulating…”

“Oh.”

“Mh-hm, shall we take this to the bedroom?”

“Changbin, wait,” you stop him by placing your hands on his chest. As soon as he hears his name and not your usual Binnie or Bin, he stops kissing your neck and pulls away, looking at you with his eyebrows furrowed - big, brown boba eyes full of concern as his body hovers over yours.

“What’s wrong?” He immediately asks. There has to be something wrong, you never call him by his full name.

You sigh, but you’re determined to tell him the truth.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“I promise I won’t,” he’s quick to tell you, “Tell me what’s bothering you.”

You love Changbin and you also love the idea of having a baby with him. You’re not lying to him when you tell him you can’t wait to start a family together, but you also miss the intimacy with him. Of course you do have your intimate moments, since sex is kind of the prerequisite when it comes to trying for a baby, but sometimes you just wish it wouldn’t stop at that. Lately, you’ve both been so focused on trying and keeping track of your ovulation cycle that you forgot that sex is also so much more.

“I love having sex with you, don’t get me wrong,” you start, and you can already see a wrinkle appear in the space between his eyebrows, like he’s trying to guess where you’re getting at.

“Okay?”, he sounds confused.

“It’s just…” you sigh, and he rolls off your body to sit on the bed with his back against the headboard, still looking at you. You do the same, “I miss spontaneity,” you confess.

There, you said it. You finally said it.

“Spontaneity?”, he repeats.

You nod, taking his hands in yours. “I love having sex with you, I really do,” you say once more. You don’t want him to think you’re saying this because you’re not satisfied with your sex life, because it’s not what this is about. “But with this whole… us trying, I feel like it’s become less spontaneous. Like, we do it because we have to,” you explain your point of view.

He looks perplexed. “You think I don’t want you?” He asks, and the words sound even more absurd to his ears once they roll off his tongue, “You think I have sex with you because I have to since we’re trying to have a baby?”

“I’m not saying this,” you quickly say.

“That’s exactly what you said, though,” Changbin remarks, and you can’t really tell whether he’s mad or disappointed or sad.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you sigh, “It’s just that I feel like we’re lacking… spice? I don’t know how to put this. Since we started trying you’ve been so gentle and so caring and so-“

“Vanilla, you mean,” Changbin finishes for you.

You nod, although feeling a bit guilty. “Don’t take it personally,” you brush the back of his hands with your fingers and look for his eyes, but his gaze drops to where your hands meet, “I guess I just miss that kind of passion we used to have, you know? Where we couldn’t take our hands off of each other, where you’d just… throw me on the bed and-“

“Fuck you senseless,” once again, Changbin finishes for you, lifting his gaze to meet your eyes.

You gulp at his unexpected straightforwardness. You’re scared you’ve offended him by telling him such a thing right when he was on top of you ready to make love to you, but you also needed to take this weight off your chest. You’re about to say something else, explain your point of view better when all of a sudden he wraps his strong arm around your waist and pulls you closer to the point your lips are almost touching.

“My jagiya misses when I’m rough with her?” He whispers on your lips. His words take you aback, and he smirks at the effect he has on you. He pulls you even closer so that you’re now straddling him. “My sweet jagi needs to be fucked right?” He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

You’re not given the time to answer his questions, because in a matter of seconds he flips your body so that you’re now lying on the mattress and he’s on top of you, body positioned between your legs. “Am I not fucking my jagi right?” He asks, latching his lips on your neck, teasing the sensitive skin right under your jawline.

“Answer me,” he growls, sucking a pink mar right below your ear.

“N-No, you are,” you pathetically whine, grinding your hips on his, looking for some friction. You’re not surprised to find him already hard, his cock pressing right on your clothed clit.

His hands find their way under your t-shirt, lifting it up to reveal your breasts, still covered by your bra. “I don’t believe you,” he grunts, “If I was fucking you right you wouldn’t complain.”

“‘M not complaining,” you say between heavy breaths as he keeps on teasing your sensitive neck.

“You are,” Changbin grunts.

He lifts your shirt even more and motions for you to lift your arms so that he can take it off. He bites his lip at the sight of you in his favorite bra, but he wants it off as well, so you reach behind your back to unclasp it, knowing it’ll take ages if he tries to do it. He has many talents, but unhooking bras is not one of those. The way he licks his lips at the sight of your naked breasts makes you giggle.

“You see, I wanted to be romantic,” Changbin starts, then he’s back to kissing your skin. This time his kisses reach your collarbone, then the valley of your breasts, then the sensitive skin of your boobs, carefully avoiding your nipples just to tease you. “Be gentle and go slow while I fuck my cum inside of you, while I give you a baby, but no. No, you want me to be rough, don’t you? You miss being fucked like the good girl you are.”

His words make you squirm. You feel a shiver run down your spine when his hands travels all the way down to the hem of your pants. He toys with the wooden button for a couple of seconds before he undoes it. When his fingers disappear under the waistband and brush your clothed pussy, he smirks, and you already know why.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he states, amazed by the way your arousal is coating his fingers even though he’s not even touching you properly. “You like it when I tell you you’re a good girl, don’t you?” You nod, and his smile grows bigger. “Good, because you really are a good girl to me.”

He kneels between your legs, removing his hand from inside your pants, then proceeds to take them off. He also takes off his t-shirt, and now it’s your turn to bite your lip at the sight of his pecs and his beautiful belly. You prop yourself on your elbows, then you reach to touch his skin. He wraps his fingers around your wrist, but doesn’t grip hard.

“You think I don’t want you, right? Think I only fuck you because I have to,” he quotes, clearly mocking you. He guides your hand to his crotch, placing it right on top of his hard cock, “Feel this,” he grunts, and sucks in a breath when you squeeze him through the material of his sweats. It’s incredibly hard, so hard it must be painful, you think. “You think I’d be this hard if I didn’t want you?”

He knows just what to say to drive you crazy. He removes his sweats and boxers in one swift motions, finally allowing you to see his beautiful hard cock. It’s when your hands reach to touch it that he wraps his fingers around your wrist once more, then chuckles as he shakes his head. “Ah, not tonight, jagi,” he tells you.

“But I want to touch you,” you pout.

“Well, maybe later, you might get to touch it,” he says, looking you in the eye as he releases the grip on your wrist and proceeds to wrap his fingers around the fabric of your panties, “And who knows, maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get a round two,” he winks at you, before you hear a sharp sound.

He tore your panties apart. Literally ripped them, they don’t even look like panties anymore.

“Changbin!” You look at him with wide eyes and mouth agape.

He’s smirking, “What? Thought you wanted me to be less vanilla.”

“So being less vanilla equals ripping my underwear?”

“Sorry, I’ll buy you new ones,” he chuckles.

Before you can protest or say literally anything else, he’s between your legs once more, with his body on top of yours. When his fingers brush your naked pussy, you shiver, and he lets out a grunt at the feeling of your wetness on his fingers. He uses your own arousal to dampen his fingers before he starts to draw perfect circles on your clit with his middle and ring finger, just like you taught him, at the perfect pace for you. So perfect, your orgasm starts building up already.

“Mhh, like this-“ you whimper, but are immediately cut off, because he removes his fingers from your pussy. “Wha- why did you stop? I was getting close,” you protest.

“Because the first time you’ll be coming tonight is gonna be around my cock.” With that, he lets the same two fingers that were previously on your clit enter your tight core. He wants to tease you, yes, but he also knows that he needs you to be stretched out nicely before you’re able to take his cock perfectly. “Don’t enjoy yourself too much, jagi, I’m just stretching you out,” he chuckles.

He moves his fingers nice and deep inside of you, and only when he’s sure you can take it he adds a third one. His movements are slow, not rushed, giving you enough time to enjoy the feeling of his fingers and to get wet enough for him to slip inside easily. He grunts at the sight of his fingers disappearing inside your tight pussy, glistening in your wetness every time he pulls them out. Once he decides you’re wet enough, he takes his fingers out for good, and you feel instantly empty.

“Relax, I’m gonna fill you up very soon,” he chuckles when you whine.

Before he aligns his cock to your entrance, though, he absolutely needs to lick off your arousal from his fingers. It’s a necessity, he needs to taste you. And once your flavor reaches his tastebuds, he decides that for round two he’ll also eat you out until your legs give in. “Taste amazing, my jagi,” he hums, “The sweetest pussy.”

“Fuck me already,” you whine, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“You’re such a brat,” Changbin chuckles and shakes his head, but gives you what you want, and he aligns the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Think you can take all of me in one push? Are you horny enough for me?” He teases, letting his tip breach your hole before pulling out. He repeats this motion a couple of times before you finally have enough.

“I am! I am, Binnie, ‘m so wet for you,” you whine, looking at him with almost a pout on your face, “And you know I can take you. I’m your good girl, aren’t I?”

That’s his weak spot.

His cock twitches and he decides he’s had enough of teasing you. “Fuck, you are. You’re my good girl. ‘M gonna give it to you now, jagi,” he grunts as he starts to push inside, his thick length stretching you out so nice.

He bottoms out in one go, filling you to the brim within seconds until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. He starts thrusting as soon as he’s sure he won’t cum after a couple of thrusts, because tonight it’s about you. How could you think he doesn’t want you like before? He’s determined to show you how much you turn him on tonight, to make you feel like the goddess you are.

His thrusts inside of you take your breath away. Precise, quick, deep, like his only target is to have you falling apart on his cock. He nearly cums when he see you rolling your eyes in the back of your head as incoherent sounds and words fall from your lips.

“How could you think I don’t want you?” He manages to ask you the one question that’s been on his mind the whole time.

“I never- said that”, you try to speak between moans and heavy breaths.

“You said, shit-“ he, too, is cut off by a choked whimper, “You said you feel like we fuck because we- because we have to,” he repeats your words. His hips move even faster, colliding with yours with such an intensity that the obscene sounds of skin slapping on skin are the only thing that can be heard together with the loud banging of the headboard against the wall.

“Every time I make love to you is because I want you,” he whispers those words in your ear, and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and pull him closer, digging your nails in his skin as you can feel the familiar warmth in your stomach. “Seems like my princess has forgotten how much I love and want her, hm?”

You try to shake your head and say something, but the words just won’t leave your mouth - the pace of his thrusts is taking your breath away in the most delicious way.

“‘M so fucking horny for you always,” he explains, his fingers gripping the headboard tight as he continues to fuck you at a relentless pace, “I always want to fuck you, always.”

He adjusts the precision of his thrusts so that every time he sinks back inside your pussy, his mushroom tip brushes your g-spot - he knows that it’ll only take a few thrusts from now on before you fall apart around his cock.

“Bin, Binnie,” you gasp, and he knows you’re about to cum, so he snaps his hips even faster until he feels you clenching around him. The sweetest sounds fall from your lips as you release around his cock while he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

“Keep squeezing me tight, jagiya,” he moans, and you can feel his cock twitching inside of you, “My God, you’re gonna make me cum. You’re gonna take my cum like a good girl, yeah? Let me knock you up, yeah?” He pants, so close to his release, “You’re gonna milk my cock, aren’t you? Let me spill all of my fucking cum inside of you and not waste a single drop- fuck, I’m cumming,”

When he cums, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, and his whole body shivers as he releases inside of you. As he always does after he cums inside of you, he doesn’t pull out immediately, instead, he wraps his strong arms around your body and you stay like this for a while - him still sheathed inside of you, your bodies and legs entangles as you both catch your breath.

“You know, I’m pretty positive it worked this time,” he mumbles against your skin, kissing your neck in a chaste and nonsexual way.

“You say it every time,” you giggle, running your fingers through his dark hair.

“Yeah, but this time it really worked, I’m one hundred percent sure.”

You roll your eyes and chuckle, but little do you know this time he’s right.

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭! “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧” 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝

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marveltrumpshate · 6 months

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As we said in our closing message at the end of this year’s auction, we've become something bigger and better than we ever imagined we could be when our journey began in 2018. As we mark half a decade of Marvel Trumps Hate, we want to share a few milestones with you starting with this year's auction results, so if you're used to our auction results posts…well, this one will look a little different. 😉

This year, 152 "Marvel"-ous creators came forward to offer 264 auctions.

And this year, we raised…

Back in 2018, our first auction total of $19,262.52 blew our minds—and this is over $16,700 more than that! 😮💖🎉

This was a quieter year than most (surely we're not the only ones suffering burnout because this has been A Year), so we're extremely grateful and proud of what we accomplished together. We broke records, some of which we were aiming for and some which we weren't. Of the ones we didn't expect, the record for the highest amount donated to a charity, which we smashed in 2021 ($6,349.98 to Planned Parenthood), was shattered with a whopping $8,039.99 going to Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders). We also had the biggest amount raised by a single auction this year: an unbelievable $2,101.67. All hail the power of pods!

And the biggest record of all that we set in 2023…

Drum roll, please…

With the help of 923 unique creators offering 2,217 auctions over the past five years, we raised a grand total of…

WE RAISED OVER $200,000, EVERYONE! No, we can't believe our eyes either. We're floored to say the least although maybe we shouldn't have been surprised. Every year, you manage to surprise us and set records, and this year was no different. You came out of the gate running and somehow you blazed right past our expectations, continued to make us adjust our stretch goals as bids and donations came in, and hit a number we weren't sure we'd reach even as we began to hope for it.

It’s been an incredible journey, with the mod chat pinging at all hours with excited gifs, effusive heart emojis, and inarticulate keyboard smashes as we expressed our love for the wonderful people in our fandom. It’s been very hard not blurting out the milestones as we reached them when we desperately wanted to share these amazing results with you all.

Creators, we couldn't have started this auction without you. We loved seeing so many veteran creators sign up again and were pleasantly surprised by how many new faces showed up to the party.

Bidders, as crazy as it sounds, most donations were small ones including a lot of those crazily high winning bids—so many of them were the result of people pooling their five dollars together! This has been consistently the case since MTH began. It just goes to show how much of an impact you can have when you’re part of something bigger than yourself. Each donation has a ripple effect, and enough ripples can cause a wave. You matter, and you can make a difference.

We also owe our success to our amazing signal boosters. There can’t be an auction without any participants, so to every fandom community Tumblr that agreed to reblog our posts, every Discord server mod who let us post announcements, and every person who shared our posts and encouraged their fandom friends to sign up and/or bid, thank you so much! Together, we reached hundreds of fantastic creators and bidders from all corners of the Marvel fandom, many of whom we didn't know and some who were hearing about us for the first time.

We’re so touched by the massive number of people who donated above and beyond their pledged amount, creators who took on multiple auctions and offered multiple winner slots, and bidders who accepted their second-place wins with such eagerness! We also had people make donations in the spirit of MTH even though they didn’t win an auction, which was beyond generous.

In addition to the astounding amount of money we were able to raise for charity, MTH was successful in other ways. We strove to be as inclusive as possible, determined to make this event a fandom-wide effort. Considering that the auctions covered over 381 unique platonic and romantic relationships and character-centric options (if we include "all ships/gen"-inclusive relationships, this number is even higher) across 36 universes within the Marvel multiverse, we can safely say that we accomplished our goal.

This spirit of inclusion also applies to our auctions and charities. Every one of 264 auctions was bid on, and every one of our 30 supported charities received donations. We’re in awe of your commitment to supporting all our creators and charities and thrilled that you spread all the love around, bidders!

Here’s our breakdown of the donations (to enlarge the image, click here and hover to see the donation amount per charity).

We’ve also listed the amount raised per charity on our 2023 auction results page.

From the bottom of our hearts, we thank you for helping us turn our sixth Marvel Trumps Hate auction and the celebration of half a decade of MTH into such a fantastic experience. We cherish every single message of love and support that we received and continue to receive on our Discord server and through DMs, Tumblr messages, emails, tweets, etc. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! We wouldn't be half as good at this—we couldn't have done any of this—if we weren't doing it with you. And that's the truth. ❤️

To remember or learn why we created this auction in the first place, please check out our 2018 "thank you" post to all of our creators, bidders, signal boosters, and supporters.

If you'd like to stay updated on all of the 2023 Marvel Trumps Hate fills, follow us and/or check out the "mth 2023" tag on our Tumblr. You’ll also be able to find works posted on AO3 in our Marvel Trumps Hate 2023 collection and links to fills in our Discord server, which you can join to brainstorm prompts, chat about fills, and find out about other fandom events.

Thank you once again to everyone who volunteered their services, time, money, and platforms to spread the word. These are tough times we live in, and it's easy to believe that there's only so much you can do as an individual. But as Tony and Natasha realized throughout their years as Avengers, we become something more than ourselves when we're part of a team.

We may come from different walks of life and hail from different parts of the world. We may be part of different fandoms within the Marvel multiverse. Many of us don't cross paths except this one time of the year. But despite our differences, we share a common goal and because of our differences, we're capable of making the impossible possible. And the only way to do that is, as Steve and Tony learned over their years of knowing each other, together.

And with that, MTH 2023 has officially come to a close. We're so beyond grateful to you all and can’t wait to see all of your fanworks over the coming year! But first, we’re going to follow baby Groot and take a moment to relax.

Lots of love and gratitude, Your 2023 MTH mods

#marvel trumps hate #mth 2023 #announcement

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runnning-outof-time · 11 months

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Through the Night | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: John and (Y/N) grapple with the struggle of getting their son to sleep through the night…amongst the other struggles that come along with parenthood.

Warnings: mentions of breastfeeding

Word Count: 2656

A/N: I’m finally back to writing requests! It was fun to work on a John story again after not writing one in so long. I liked the premise of this one…it was fun to plan out. Thank you for your paitence. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

The shrill sound of cries rang through the previously peaceful night, making (Y/N) sit up in bed with a start. She let out a sigh upon recognizing where those cries were coming from. Movement came from beside her before she could get out from under the covers.

"Let me get him," John's groggy voice came from next to her, making her stop what she was doing.

"No, he's probably hungry again," (Y/N) brushed off his offer, blindly reaching over and patting him on the shoulder as a show of thanks.

"I'll get him the next time then," he conceded, flipping over to his side as (Y/N) got off of the bed and exited their bedroom.

James Shelby's room was two doors down the hall. The volume of the cries increased the second she stepped out into the hallway. She instantly felt bad for the other children who surely had been woken by the disturbance. No matter what she tried, he just wouldn't sleep through the night.

"Baby, it's ok," she whispered to him as she reached into his cradle, pulling the baby out so that she could rock him in her arms, "you need to get some sleep."

She proceeded to try everything. Rocking him, feeding him, walking around with him, changing him, feeding him again...nothing seemed to quiet him down. It wasn't until she had patted him on the back long enough for him to burp that the crying finally stopped. She held him for a few more minutes after his cries had ceased, just to make sure that he wasn't going to start back up again. He seemed to finally be asleep after waiting those few moments. So she carried him to his cradle and gently lowered him into it, hoping that he'd stay asleep.

"Let's try to get more than three hours now, baby," she said as she stood straight again, watching over him for a few more moments until she finally decided to go back to her bedroom.

"He's asleep?" John's groggy voice was heard the second she got under the covers.

"Yes. Finally," (Y/N) sighed as she tried to make herself comfortable, "I think he was gassy...it took me going down the list to figure it out though," she continued, moving over to where John was laying on his side.

"You figured it out and he's sleeping now, that's all that matters," he tried to get her to look on the bright side of things.

"He's sleeping for now," she placed emphasis on his statement. "Where you awake this entire time?" she then asked him.

"I was waiting to hear if you needed back up," he answered her, his words making her laugh softly, "but it seems as though you did amazing on your own," he added, blindy reaching behind him for her hand. He grabbed onto it when he found it, pulling it over his side so that he was no longer twisted awkwardly.

"Hopefully he'll sleep a little longer now," (Y/N) sighed as she scooted even closer to him, embracing the feeling of warmth that his body was giving off.

"How 'bout you and me get some sleep while we can?" John proposed an idea.

"Yes...let's," (Y/N) agreed, finding it easy to fall asleep once she closed her eyes.

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"Come on, buddy...you've gotta be tired out by now," John sighed as he switched the position of the baby in his arms for the umpteenth time now. Confidence was draining out of him with each loud cry that James would exude. He told (Y/N) that he'd try to get him to sleep tonight, and he'd been at it for a half hour now with no success.

The baby didn't listen to his exhausted father's pleas though, and instead kept on crying...so much so that his little face was turning red. John let out a defeated sigh as he tried to think of something, anything else he could do to calm his son down. Rocking wasn't helping, changing him wasn't helping...John had even tried to tell him a story that he remembered liking as a kid, but it was hard to get a word out over the loud cries. He truly felt like he was at the end of his list of options.

"What can I do, J...what can I do?" he asked in desperation, knowing full-well that the baby wasn't going to give him the answer.

But as if the homing beacon was sent out, the door to the nursery opened the second he was finished speaking. "You need some help, John?" (Y/N) asked as she held onto the doorknob. She didn't want to slide right in and assume control over the situation because she knew that John was wanting to get more involved with his children when he could.

He'd never let it on to the random person walking the street, but John felt terrible that he wasn't able to be around for his kids. Whether it was the war or later the nature of his work, he often left the care of his young ones up to his late wife, Martha, and then his aunt, Polly. When he had this baby with (Y/N), he vowed that he was going to be more present and help out the best that he could. But now that the rubber had hit the road, he felt that he was completely useless.

"John?" she spoke a little louder, realizing that her husband probably couldn't hear her over the baby's cries.

"What?!" he yelled back, not meaning to raise his voice at her, it instead happening as an effect from the frustration he was feeling.

(Y/N) knew that. She could hear it in his voice. "Would you like me to help you with him?" she asked, keeping her voice calm; not wanting to add to the stress he was feeling.

"Please," he just about begged her, desperation present in his eyes. (Y/N) nodded and walked further into the room. "I've tried everything, (Y/N)...he's just not settling. I've rocked him, I've changed him a few times, I...I even told him a story," he rambled on as he transferred the wailing baby to his wife, "I couldn't think of anything else to do."

"Maybe he needs to eat again," (Y/N) suggested as she moved over to one of the chairs in the room.

"I couldn’t really offer much in that regard…so I didn’t think of trying that," John admitted sheepishly as he watched (Y/N) get James to start feeding. He exhaled a huge sigh of relief once the room was finally filled with silence.

"That's alright, love," (Y/N) said to him, laughing slightly at his comment. She glanced down at James then, watching as the baby ate; his eyes starting to droop already.

John slumped down in the chair across the room and watched as his wife fed their child. He was relishing in the quiet because he didn't know if James was going to start crying again the second he was finished eating.

The silence, thankfully, held up as (Y/N) lifted him to her shoulder so that she could gently pat him on the back and hopefully get a burp or two out of him. Once she did, she brought him back down into her arms and gently rocked him a few times for good measure. His eyes were now shut tight and his breathing had evened out, two signs that he'd finally slipped into sleep. (Y/N) held her breath as she slowly stood from the chair and moved over to where the cradle was standing. James made it through the transfer to the bed, only stirring slightly when his body touched the mattress.

"I don't know how you do it," John breathed as (Y/N) made her way over to where he was sitting.

"I got lucky tonight...most nights I haven't a clue what to do," she said to him, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. John brought the hand he had propped up on the chair's arm down to rest against her thigh, gently squeezing it to show his appreciation.

"I don't know what I'm doing every night," he mumbled into her hair.

"Nonsense, John," she disagreed with him, lifting her head from his chest to look at him, "do I have to remind you of the number of nights that he falls asleep on your chest while you're sitting on the chair with him?" she reminded him, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"He wakes up a few hours later though," John still didn't let up on himself.

"And he'll probably wake up a few hours from now too...he just isn't to the point where he's sleeping through the night yet. We can't be hard on ourselves John, Polly says that this is common," she stated, reminding him that they needed to think positively.

"I feel like I'm leaving it all up to you though," he voiced another thought that had been eating at his mind.

"You most certainly are not," she disagreed once again. "You do so much for this family. I'm not sure where I'd be without you...my partner in crime," she grinned at him then, the final part of her sentence making the softest grin form on his face. He just couldn't stay down on himself when she looked at him like that.

"I'm not sure how much 'crime' you're getting yourself into, love," he teased her, his words making an exaggerated look of surprise form on her face. John chuckled at the face she pulled, and (Y/N) held it for a few moments before letting it dissolve into one of fake hurt.

After holding that expression for a few moments, she tried not to let the smile break onto her features as she delivered the statement she'd been thinking up since John shared his, "that's because you commit enough crime for the both of us, my darling," she said to him, winking after she was finished speaking.

John's jaw went slack as he heard what his wife had said. "(Y/N) Shelby!" he said, his voice a little too loud for the room they were sitting in.

"Keep your voice down, you'll wake the baby!" (Y/N) hissed at him, her eyes wide to show the seriousness of her statement. She then listened intently for any noises coming from James' cradle and was relieved when she was met with silence.

"Let’s head to our bedroom then," he said with a grin, standing up from the chair and taking her into his arms without warning. Him doing this made her let out a shriek of surprise, to which he sent her the same wide-eyed expression she gave him. "Be quiet, you'll wake the baby," he scolded her in a teasing manner, a grin breaking onto his face.

"Take me to bed then," she responded to him, his grin proving contagious as one formed on her face as well.

John didn't waste another minute. He exited the nursery as quietly as he could, carrying (Y/N) down the hallway to their bedroom so that they could get caught up on some much needed...sleep.

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The bedroom still had an early morning glow shining in through the windows when (Y/N) opened her eyes again. She let out a sigh of content and snuggled in closer to John's sleeping frame. Or at least she thought he was sleeping.

"This is nice," he said in a low voice, his words rumbling through his chest and making (Y/N) smile at the sensation of it.

"It is," (Y/N) agreed with him, drawing sleepy shapes on the skin of his pectorals. She let her eyelids flutter shut then as she tried to soak up all of the last minutes of sleep that she could. It wouldn't be long until John would be needed at the betting shop and that she would be getting the children up for their school day. Wait...the children. "Oh no, John..." (Y/N) started off as she scrambled into a sitting position.

"What, love? It's still early," he complained, not moving from his spot as his wife fumbled her way out from under the covers.

"James, John...he didn't wake us up all night," she managed to get out as she rushed to get her robe on before making her way to the door. "What if something's wrong?" she asked, her heart pounding in her chest as the worst case scenarios started running through her mind. She heard the fumbling of covers behind her, but didn't bother to look back and see if he was following her before she opened the door and quickly exited the room.

(Y/N) wasted no time in opening the door to the nursery after hurrying down the hallway as quickly as she could. She then took a deep breath before approaching the cradle, still prepared for the worst. All of the fear and worry were whisked away from her the second she saw James.

"What's happened, (Y/N)?" John's panicked voice came from the door to the room.

"Nothing...nothing's happened," (Y/N) answered, calmness present in her voice now. She heard John's footsteps approaching her as she kept her eyes on her sleeping baby. James looked like he hadn't moved from the spot she laid him in last night, and he was still sleeping soundly. His belly was rising and falling in an even pattern, and he even had the slightest smile present on his adorably plump lips. "He slept through the night," she told her husband, looking over at him to see that he was also focused on the baby.

"That's amazing," John said, a smile breaking onto his face. Much like (Y/N), a sense of calmness had now rushed through him as well. "So wha...what do we do now?" he asked with a slight chuckle as he looked at (Y/N) again.

"I guess we can go back to sleep," (Y/N) answered, grinning at the thought of getting a few more minutes of shut-eye.

"What're we still in here for?" John's grin grew. He was also never one to turn down some more sleep.

The two made the way back to the door of the nursery then, both still grinning like fools at the thought of crawling back under the covers. Quiet mornings were practically unheard of in this Shelby household, and they were going to hold onto every minute of it. (Y/N) carefully shut the door behind her before they began to walk down the hall to their bedroom. They only got two steps away when cries started coming from the room they'd just left.

"There goes our extra sleep," (Y/N) stated, a bit of a deflated look now present on her face.

"I'll go get him...you get some more sleep," John told her, nodding his head towards their bedroom's door before he began backtracking towards the nursery. (Y/N) sent him a smile as a thank you before she continued walking to her bedroom.

"Mum! Katie won't stop making fun of me!" she heard Matthew, one of her older children (step-children) call out just as she grabbed the door knob.

"I am not!" Katie yelled back in defense.

"Yes you are!" Matthew continued the argument.

"Am not!" Katie wasn't backing down.

"Ok both of you stop, I'm coming in!" (Y/N) finally stepped into their bickering, turning from her bedroom's door to go and sort their problem out because it was quickly becoming obvious that it wasn't going to be figured out on its own.

While she became the mediator, John worked on figuring out what would get James to stop crying.

There was certainly never a quiet morning in the Shelby household.

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117luv · 7 months

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THE PARENT TRAP — LHS | CHAPTER 15

synopsis: jungwon and ni-ki met each other at a summer camp and found out they were fraternal twins. this leads to events where the two ex-lovers, heeseung and yn, are reunited after 14 years by their children.

genre: exes to lovers, smau, fluff

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, poor attempts in humor, grammatical errors, marriage, pregnancy, parenthood, miscommunication

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a/n: hey loves! early update from me (SURPRISE!) and i finally finished the chaps layout n after the main story, im planning to add bonus chapters but besides that, enjoy n love ya! <3

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It was only a few days before her blind date, and she hadn't picked a dress that she would wear, so Heeseung offered himself to help her pick one, and it definitely wasn't his excuse to spend time with her alone. Yn had laid out all of her dresses that she had hand-picked as the contenders. There was a black dress, a red dress, and a dark green dress. She fitted them one by one as she asked him about his opinion regarding the dress. He had been trying not to pull her towards him and just kiss her right then and there; he just wanted her to ditch the blind date and go on a date with him instead, but he's too much of a coward to confess it to her. After almost two hours of choosing the right items, she settled on the dark green dress with a matching heel to complete the look. She cooked him a meal as a way to show her appreciation for his help, which he gladly accepted.

It was the day of the blind date, and Yn quickly got ready as the boys were waiting for her downstairs. Once she went down the stairs, it seemed that there was a goddess in their vicinity. The twins looked amazed as they looked at their mother, while Heeseung didn't seem to notice his jaw opening as he stared at her. His thoughts vanished as she called out for his name, and he quickly asked her if she was ready. "I'm ready as I ever will be," she replied, giving him a smile and flashing her a smile back. He drove her towards the location and told her to text him if she wanted to go home. "I will. Don't worry about me," she said as she waved goodbye to him.

He instructed the boys to look over the house, as he would be waiting for her in the parking lot. As he finished parking, he got out of the car and wore a hat to somehow disguise himself. He was planning to snoop on her date from a distance as he was worried about her safety, and surely not also because he was jealous.

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losieee · 8 months

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Santa Monica Haven

Radio: "Hello LA, you're up way past your bedtime aren't you? Hope you've slipped into something comfortable, I know I have...”

While i have been recovering from my surgery i have been scrolling tumblr a fair bit and i came across @vermutandherring amazing build of the Asylum and it made me want to recreate some of the builds from Bloodlines aswell! (completely cc free ofc)!!

I wanted to start out with a smaller one since i still have pain in my hand, but it also happens to be one of the most iconic places in the game imo!! I hope you fellow vampire nerds like it:)

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lili-lilith9 · 21 days

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Part 1

Other parts at bottom

Eight months pregnant, you were eagerly anticipating the arrival of your little bundle of joy. As you waddled around your home, preparing the nursery and organizing baby clothes, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with excitement and nerves. You were grateful to have the support of your partner, Simon Riley, by your side every step of the way.

Simon, a former soldier turned private military contractor, had met you a few years ago during a mission. The two of you had instantly hit it off, bonding over a shared love of adrenaline-fueled excitement and a deep sense of loyalty to each other. Despite the dangers of his job, Simon had always made sure to prioritize your safety and happiness above all else.

As your due date approached, Simon had become even more attentive and affectionate, showering you with love and support. He would rub your swollen feet, cook you delicious meals, and endlessly reassure you of his unwavering devotion. You couldn't have asked for a more caring and loving partner than Simon.

One evening, as you sat in the nursery rocking chair, gently caressing your baby bump, Simon entered the room with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He had a surprise planned for you, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your heart.

"Close your eyes, love," Simon whispered, his strong arms guiding you to stand up.

You obeyed, shutting your eyes as he led you out of the nursery and into the living room. You could hear the sounds of soft music playing in the background, and the enticing scent of your favorite flowers wafted through the air.

"Okay, open your eyes," Simon said, his deep voice filled with anticipation.

As you opened your eyes, you gasped in delight at the sight before you. Simon had set up a romantic candlelit dinner for the two of you, complete with your favorite dishes and a bouquet of fresh flowers in the center of the table.

"I wanted to do something special for my beautiful partner and our little one," Simon said, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you pulled Simon into a tight embrace, overcome with emotion. You knew that despite the challenges and uncertainties ahead, you were grateful to have Simon by your side, supporting you every step of the way.

As you sat down to enjoy the delicious meal together, Simon regaled you with stories of his past missions and daring escapades. You couldn't help but marvel at his bravery and strength, feeling even more in awe of the man you loved.

After dinner, Simon led you to the couch, where he pulled out a small box from his pocket. Your heart raced as he opened the box, revealing a sparkling diamond ring.

"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, Y/N?" Simon asked, his eyes shining with hope and love.

Overwhelmed with joy, you nodded through tears, embracing Simon as he slid the ring onto your finger. In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, you knew that your future with Simon was bright and full of endless possibilities.

As the days flew by and your due date drew closer, Simon was a constant source of support and comfort for you. He would hold you close at night, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and soothing your fears with his calming presence.

When the day finally arrived and you went into labor, Simon was by your side every step of the way, holding your hand tightly and cheering you on as you bravely faced each contraction. And when your precious baby boy was finally born, Simon's eyes were filled with tears of joy and pride as he held him in his arms for the first time.

In the months that followed, Simon proved to be the most devoted and loving father, doting on his son and showering him with affection. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for having such an amazing partner by your side, supporting you through the ups and downs of parenthood.

As you watched Simon play with your son, his face lit up with love and laughter, you knew that your family was complete and that your love story with Simon would continue to thrive and grow stronger with each passing day.

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b0tster · 9 months

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Since a lot of folks are doing this, I figured I might as well put my own hat in the ring. I spent a long LONG time denying who I was. I sorta had a feeling I was trans back when I was maybe 12 or 13(back in the early 00's when I first started to hear the word "Transgender"). I started to feel like being a girl would be amazing, and I would go to bed every night imagining scenarios where I came upon a genie or met a witch or warlock or something who could magically make me a girl, but I spent so much time denying that I was truly trans for so many reasons: I was afraid I wouldn't look pretty enough, that I would get push back/outright abuse from my family, that I was doing it from the wrong reasons. And so I spent way too long pushing it deep down into my soul, and tried to ignore it. It was only after I had a dream in college around 2012-13 that I finally decided to come out. I dreamt that I was living in a dorm with a friend and that I need to get up and use the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror I saw me. Not the "real world" me but the REAL me, and she was beautiful. I had soft features, long hair in a ponytail, and was much shorter than I actually am. I cried looking at myself and felt all this weight I didn't even know I was carrying lift off my shoulders. I realized then that I couldn't pretend or hide any longer. I had to try. I went on HRT seven or eight years later; I was nearing my 30's and I didn't want to put it off till I was "too old"(a dumb thought, but it was necessary motivation). That's when I found out there was a Planned Parenthood down the street from me. I've been on HRT on and off for three years now and I couldn't be happier. To the anon, I know it's probably a lot right now. All of these folks sharing their stories. I'm sure it may feel overwhelming, but know this: You're not alone. You have all of us here to help guide you if you need/want it. And if you decide it's not for you in the end, we'll support you through that too. You are the arbiter of your own destiny. Not society, not your family, not random folks online. You. And we will be here support you <3

I couldnt have said it better myself. thank you for sharing, and im really proud of you for coming out.

#lilith answers #trans #lgbt

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albertasunrise · 8 months

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Hope - Getting Your Hopes Up

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Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (So first chapter's a little short but I promise its building... Gonna be away for a few days one a work trip but will try get some more updates out in a few days)

Series Masterlist - Part 1

Joel had instantly sensed that something had changed between you both after the visit to Tommy’s and not for the better. You were more guarded around him. Kept a sort of, metaphorical and sometimes physical, distance from him at all times and he just couldn’t understand what had changed. He had thought the visit had gone well. You and Tommy had hit it off and his brother hadn’t stopped thanking you for the help you were so generously bestowing on him and his daughter.

Maybe that was it.

You were fed up with the sleepless nights and taking care of not only Sarah but him also. When you said you were going to move in and help, he hadn’t thought to ask how long you planned to do that. It had been a few months now. Perhaps you were at the end of your tether and he couldn’t expect you to do this forever.

You on the other hand were wracked with guilt. The feelings you had developed for Joel and the statement he’d made at Tommy’s had led you to avoid any sort of close contact with him. You thought by distancing yourself from him that it would get easier to cope with them but you were wrong. It just confused you further. His sad eyes would follow you as you flitted around the house cleaning or cooking or tending to Sarah. You knew you weren't dealing with this in the right way but there wasn't an instruction manual on this.

'Idiots guide to dealing with your crush on your dead best friend's husband.'

Yeah, there wasn't anything out there to help you navigate these feelings you felt. Then, on a rare and much-needed night out 3 months later with the girls, your friend Linda suggested you try something new.

"Speed dating?" You snorted as you sipped your Mojito.

"Don't knock it till you've tried it." Linda defended, pointing her forefinger at you as she smirked at your reaction "My sister met her fiancé doing it and they're an amazing couple."

"I'm not exactly looking for a husband right now." You chuckled, glancing at Hanna that was watching this interaction with amusement.

"Well, my tall dark and handsome over there would probably happily help you with your dry spell." She chuckled, motioning at the man who had, unbeknown to you, been glancing at you all evening "He's not been able to take his eyes off of you."

"I don't know." You grumbled, smiling at him sweetly before looking back at your friends "I don't know if I-"

"He's coming over." Linda grinned as she playfully elbowed you.

"I think it's time for another round." Piped up Hanna, winking at you "Linda, could you help."

"No… No, no Pleas-" You didn't get to finish your sentence before they were up and leaving you to fend for yourself.

Mr tall dark and handsome seemed to falter a moment before schooling his features and heading over to your table.

"Hi." He said softly, giving you a sweet smile and you felt yourself relax a little as you replied with a quiet "Hey." Back.

"Your friends are about as subtle as a dump truck." He joked and you snorted.

"Understatement."

"I'm Alec." He said, holding his hand out to shake which you accepted as you gave him your name in return.

"I uh… I gotta confess something." He said, scratching the back of his neck bashfully and you felt your pulse quicken "I uh, I'm not very good at this. I just got divorced and my buddy over there dragged me out to find someone to wet my wick."

"Think my friends were trying to achieve something similar." You chuckled "Been going through a bit of a dry spell." You confessed, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I pretty much noticed you the moment you walked in with your friends and I… Well, I decided that if there was anyone I wanted to try this whole 'dating' thing with again, it was you."

"I could be a psycho for all you know." You scoffed "How could you possibly know that I was the girl you wanted?"

"Because you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He stated plainly, ripping the air from your lungs "You have honest eyes."

"Honest eyes?" You chuckled and he nodded.

"You can tell a lot about a person from their eyes."

You smiled at his statement. Finding yourself taken by his dark hair and piercing blue eyes. You continued to talk, even when your friends returned with the round of drinks they had promised. They eventually left, demanding you call them with the details to which you rolled your eyes before hugging them goodbye. You stayed at the bar a little while longer. Getting to know Alec intimately. What he liked to read, cook, and do on the weekends. You learned that he had a two-year-old that he had sole custody of. The mother not wanting to be tied down by family. He lit up when you asked if he had a picture and he was quick to pull out a Polaroid that he kept in his wallet.

"My uh… My parents have Noah for the night." He said, smiling nervously at you as he took his shot "Did you uh… do you fancy coming back to my place?"

"Definitely!"

Joel was sitting staring at his mug of coffee when you made your entrance that following morning. He looked up at you briefly before returning to staring at the mug in his hands, watching the steam rise from the drink and fade into nothingness.

"Good night?" He asked, desperately trying to keep his voice steady.

"Great night." You replied, pulling a mug from the cupboard and pouring yourself some coffee from the machine "Really needed it."

"Good." He replied plainly "Glad you enjoyed yourself."

"I did." You continued, completely unaware of the tone Joel was setting "I didn't realise how badly I needed to let my hair down. The last few months haven't allowed for much fun." You chuckled and Joel scoffed.

"Sorry, we're such bores." He grumbled, taking a large swig of his coffee and your brows drew together as you turned to face him.

"You know I didn't mean it that way." You argued, feeling your heart tug a little at the thought he would think you didn't enjoy his company.

"You didn't come home last night." He stated and you felt even more confused by his attitude.

"I uh… I met someone last night and we hooked up." You replied casually, shrugging your shoulders as you blew on the coffee in your grasp.

Joel felt jealousy lick at his soul but he knew he had no right to feel that way. You were only there to help him with Sarah. He had said it himself. You and he were just friends. Nothing more.

"Right, well, would have appreciated a heads up that you weren't coming back." He grumbled, downing the last of his coffee before standing to grab himself a refill "I was worried."

You opened your mouth to argue but stopped in your tracks. You were living under his roof and you should have probably given him a heads up.

"I know sorry." You sighed "Didn't mean to worry ya." You continued as you scraped a hand over your mouth "I wasn't really thinking about you at the time."

"Figures." He snarled and you felt your fuse burn out.

"You know, I think perhaps I should move back home now." You piped up and Joel's eyes widened as he turned on his heel to look at you "Sarah's nearly 5 months old now. You don't need my help anymore."

"I-"

"I'll still be around if you need help but I think it's best if I just go home. I'm only getting in the way now."

"You're not…" Joel trailed off as he tried to find the words to say to stop you from doing this.

From leaving him.

"Sarah's so used to you being around. What if she doesn't like just me being there."

"She'll forget about me in no time." You said softly, starting to feel guilty about the decision you were making "It'll be fine Joel." You assured him "You're a great father!… You don't need me."

You moved out that night. It didn't take you long to pack the clothes you'd brought with you, packing them into your car before saying your goodbyes to Joel and Sarah and driving home. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you watched them disappear in the rearview mirror. You hated to leave them but you knew that if you wanted to remain friends, you had to leave. It was the right thing to do.

In the two months that followed, your and Joel's relationship started to mend. You were able to laugh together again. You continued to take care of Sarah on the days he wasn't able to but your evenings were taken up by your new relationship with Alec and his adorable son. The relationship flourished with each date and kiss you shared.

Joel watched from the sidelines as you fell hard and fast for this man. The green monster he had tried to tamp down was trying to crawl its way out every time he was near the two of you. Weekends with you, Alec and Noah had become a common occurrence. Noah seemed to enjoy showing Sarah how to play and she seemed to be just as taken by him.

"Maybe there are wedding bells in their future." Alec joked one Saturday as he watched Noah lay on his tummy on Sarah's play mat beside her. playing with her assortment of toys as she watched him with a wide grin on her face.

"They are super cute together." You piped up, chuckling as Alec wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close so he could kiss you sweetly.

"Not as cute as you too." Chuckled Tommy from his seat beside his brother "It's actually a little sickening." He said as he mimed himself vomiting and you rolled your eyes at him and flipped him off.

"You're just jealous." You teased the younger Miller as you returned to arranging the sides and cutlery on the table.

"Not much time for relationships right now." He replied with a shrug as he took a swig of his beer "What about you brother?"

"Hmm?" Joel hummed as he looked at his brother "What about me?"

"You been on any dates?"

"I'm a widow with a baby." Joel scoffed "Not much time to date between naps, changed diapers and bottle feeds."

"You know we would happily have her for an evening if wanted a night off!" You piped up, looking up at Alec who smiled and nodded at you in agreement.

"I hear there's a speed dating event going on this weekend and the Rising Sun." Alec announced as he scooped up the burgers and placed them on a bun "Didn't a friend of yours meet her fiancé at one?"

"Friend's sister but yes." You replied, "They're like the perfect couple I swear!"

"I'm not looking to date right now." Joel growled, wishing desperately for this conversation to end.

"Oh come on brother, you can't remain alone forever."

"My wife, Sarah's mum, has been dead less than a year." He snapped and rendered you all silent "I lost…" He tried off as his eyes zoned in on you, noting Alec's hand on your hip and how you leaned into him as he planned a tender kiss on your temple.

"Sorry, Joel." Piped up Tommy, pulling his attention away from you and to his brother beside him "We didn't mean-"

"I know." Joel stopped Tommy in his tracks, giving him a reassuring look as the necks of their beers clinked together "I'm just not sure I'm ready for anything new right now."

"You know where we are when you are." Alec piped up "We're here for you."

"Always." You said, giving Joel a nod before looking up at Alec adoringly.

Joel said nothing more. He watched as you and Alec shared what could only be described as a loving kiss and Joel could do nothing but watch. Muttering what he was about to say under his breath as he sipped his beer.

"I lost my chance with her." His eyes didn't leave you as you giggled at Alec cheekily grabbing your ass as you started to carry the burgers over to the table "I blew my chance at loving her."

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At a Loss for Words

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You and Joe break the news to Sam and your friends that you’re having a baby together. As you share the news with Sam, some past news comes to light and changes everything

•word count: 5.3k

•warnings: pregnancy, some fluff, mainly angst. mentions of sex, yelling, arguments, crying, get ready y’all this is a dramatic chapter

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February 25, 2023

3 months pregnant

"And then you know what daddy did? He ran down the field, to the end zone, and before you knew it the crowd went wild!" Joe enthusiastically whispered to your growing belly.

You were laying on your couch in your apartment when Joe came over. In a couple hours, you have plans to hangout with Sam and some of the guys. Instead of getting ready like you should be, you were instead sitting on the couch and smiling down at Joe while he talked to the baby. He was telling his son or daughter about the first NFL touchdown he made as a Bengal. What an amazing moment it was for him, and all the Bengals fans. It finally gave the team hope for a good future in the league.

"Hopefully you'll get to come to all the home games once you're born," Joe whispered, "that is, if mommy lets you..." he finished, looking up at you with a teasing smile.

You narrowed your eyes at him and lightly smacked his head.

"Ouch," he kissed your bump and got up from his crouched position. "What was that for?" he asked, chuckling.

"Because," you crossed your arms, "of course this baby will be going to a few games once they're born. They'll even be going while they're still in here." you said, pointing to your stomach.

Your due date is September 26, so by then the regular season will have started and. You'll be heavily pregnant and miserable at that point. That is, until the baby is born. While you still had a long six months of pregnancy left, you couldn't wait for this baby to be born. You were ready for the morning sickness, thrown off sense of taste and smell, and the sore boobs to be over. Your doctor told you eventually the morning sickness will subside and your senses will go back to normal, but unfortunately the sore boobs will stick around for a bit. You'll get used to it eventually though, along with all of the other pregnancy milestones you have yet to achieve. As much as all of the hardships that come with pregnancy are tough, you know it will all be worth it in the end.

You and Joe stayed in silence for a moment, before he broke it. "What time did Sam say we needed to be there?"

You shook your head at him. You couldn't help but giggle at Joe's question. "I don't know, you tell me. You're the one who made the plans, Joseph." A light blush creeped up his neck, "I guess I did, didn't I?"

Yo nodded, "I think so? Although I think it could've been this guy named Boe Jurrow maybe?"

Joe chuckled as he sat down on the couch. "How could I forget about him. Yes, he sounds very familiar." Joe teased, giving you a small smile. You chuckled softly as you looked over at Joe. His eyes looked extremely blue as the sunlight from your living room window shown into his eyes. You gulped as you kept your gaze on Joe. He looked perfect. You could blame the hormones all you wanted, but it was hard to tear your gaze away from him as he sat next to you.

You and Joe haven't had the chance to talk much about your current relationship. You aren't together, but there's this unspoken understanding that you will definitely be co-parenting this baby together--unless things change during these next six months, of course. You and Joe have been good friends for more than a few years now, all thanks to your brother Sam. Your friendship has helped make the situation a tad bit less awkward. Along with all of that, there was no denying that you and Joe had chemistry. It's been like that between the two of you ever since you met at Ohio State University all those years ago. You and Joe had history. It wasn't something that lasted long, nor did it end well, but it still happened...

About 6 years ago...

You were sitting next to your brothers best friend, your legs on Joe's lap, as you listened to your brother drunkenly tell the story of his public speaking fiasco from earlier this week. You rolled your eyes as he dramatically re-told the story to all of his buddies. Joe kept his beautiful blues on you as a small smile made its way onto his face. The two of you had undeniable chemistry, both of you wanting nothing more than to be with each other. Joe knew he couldn’t make a move on you in public because of Sam. But in private? It was whole different story. Joe glanced at the guys that were sitting on the other side of the room, checking to make sure none of them were looking. When he noticed he was in the clear, he pushed your legs off his lap, instead moving so he could pull you into him. You hummed as you leaned back into his embrace. You took a risk cuddling with eachother in public, especially in front of Sam—who’s would kill Joe if he saw this. But being wrapped up in Joe’s arms was always so comforting. You never wanted to leave him or his embrace. You wished you could stay like this forever.

But your wishes were crushed.

*four days later*

"You're what?"

"I'm moving to Louisiana in a couple days," Joe sighed, "transferring to LSU. They want me to be starter."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words. This was why Joe had been so distant from you these last couple days. He was making a life changing decision without you, the person he’s been in love with since his freshman year.

"I, I don't even know what to say right now ." you stuttered out, refusing to look up at Joe.

Because you knew as soon as you looked into those beautiful blues you loved so much, it would be the last time you'd see them.

Joe scoffed at your response. "Aren't you happy for me? I finally get a chance to prove myself, Y/n." His shoulders slumped slightly, "Nothing good has happened to me here. Career wise, that is. I've been benched my whole college football career. I won't make it in the NFL if I ride the bench my whole fucking life. LSU is giving me a chance to start. To prove myself, and show that I'm a great quarterback who can win championships and make it in the NFL."

You just stayed silent, unsure what to say. This was so much to process. The love of your life, or at least who you thought was the love of your life, was leaving you behind. Joe claims he just made the decision yesterday to transfer, but you knew it was lie. You knew as soon as LSU offered him a spot on that team that he had made his decision.

Joe sighed, "Y/n, I need you to say something."

You finally let yourself look up at Joe, a tear rolling down your cheek as you looked into his blue eyes for what you knew was the last time. There was no way to make this work.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" you asked, voice full of heartbreak. Joe rolled his eyes, "I didn't need your opinion. You would have told me to stay."

Your felt your heart break at his words. He didn't need your opinion? he didn't want to tell you his thoughts about transferring because he knew you'd convince him to stay? After everything you went through with him in these last two years, Joe didn't talk to you about this life changing decision because he "didn't need your opinion".

"Joe," you said, obviously taken aback by his harshness, "I never would have made you stay if I knew you were this unhappy. I would have supported whatever decision you wanted to make."

He shook his head, "No you wouldn't. You would have told me to stay because of you."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. You were heartbroken, but most of all, confused. You were about to speak when Joe cut you off.

"You know right now, my future career is more important than some stupid college fling." He scoffed, picking up his backpack from the floor of the dining hall. Ouch. You covered your mouth with your hands, choking out a sob as his harsh words hit you like a ton of bricks. He saw you as just a college fling. It meant the last two years were a complete waste. The two of you were never in a relationship. You never went on a single date. But you were attracted to one another, and boy did he love you. All of those walks to class together and those good morning texts. All of those sneaking kisses behind Sam’s back or cuddling in Joe’s room when Sam wasn’t home. Or those Friday night parties and losing your virginity to one another. Supporting him no matter what, even if he sat the bench every game. All meant absolutely nothing to Joe.

You know you shouldn’t be upset. He was never truly yours. To anyone else you were just friends. But to you and Joe it was always something more. At least, to you it was something more.

"You made the last two years fun," Joe said, looking down at you, "I'll always be thankful for you, Y/n." his voice lowered as he smiled sadly at you, "but I need to move on. There are better opportunities for me and my future, in Louisiana."

You just sat at the table as tears streamed down your face. You didn't even know how to react. Joe sighed sadly and reached out, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently as he said, "if it's meant to be, we'll see each other again. I just need to focus on my future first." he brought your hand up to his lip, leaving a soft kiss to the top of your hand. "Goodbye, Y/n/n." he said sadly, dropping your hand walking away from you.

*present day*

That was the last time you spoke to Joe. Until he was drafted by the Bengals in 2020, that is.

It took a lot of time for you to come around, but you and Joe eventually spoke to each other again. Both of you apologizing for that moment back in 2018 before he left. You were still heartbroken over Joe, but over time, you got over it. You and Joe slowly started to become friends again. The two of you forgetting about about that day back in college where your friendship ended…

Both of you had grown up and moved on from the situation since then. Joe told you before he went to LSU, that if it was meant to be you'd see each other again. And here you are, nearly six years later. Both of you work for the Bengals, seeing each other almost everyday, just having two completely different roles. Here you are nearly six years after your nasty “breakup”, on speaking terms again, being close friends, and having a baby together.

It was almost as if this was the universes way of bringing the two of you back together again...

~time skip~

"Do you think I need to change my shirt? Maybe wear something a little baggier? I'm worried this shirt shows off the bump too much." you asked Joe, showing him your outfit. You were wearing a tight black t-shirt with a little tan cardigan, along with a pair of your favorite jeans and black boots.

Joe put his hand on his chin, "Hmm," he pondered, looking at your figure, "it doesn't look bad. When you're facing the front you can't tell that you've got a little belly."

You checked yourself out in the mirror, noticing what Joe was saying. You shrugged as you looked at your appearance, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Turn to the side,” he said, motioning for you to turn. You turned to the side, looking in the mirror and huffing out a sigh. As much as you loved that little baby bump, it was much more noticeable now than it was the last time you saw the guys. There was no way you could hide it with the outfit you had on at the moment.

You looked up at Joe through the mirror. He was watching you intently, a twinkle in his eye as he looked at the bump in your abdomen.

“Joe.” You said softly, causing him to snap his eyes up at you. You chuckled softly as he shook his head, a blush rising to his cheeks. "Sorry, I was just thinking about that time before the championship where we saw your bump for the first time."

You smiled warmly as you thought about the first time you noticed your baby was starting to make an appearance, in the bathroom of the Bengals practice facility. Joe walked out of the bathroom, leaving you to decided what to change into. Joe walked back into the bathroom, holding a loose tan sweater.

"Here,” he handed you the sweater, "I found this in the closet. Thought it would look good, plus it'll hide your tummy." he winked, making you smile softly. You took the sweater from him and set it on the counter. You slowly took your cardigan and black t-shirt off, Joe watching as you stripped. You momentarily made eye contact with him through the mirror, making him look away in embarrassment as he got caught. You shook your head in amusement and slipped the sweater on over your figure. You looked at yourself in the mirror, checking all the angles. Sure enough it hid your small baby bump perfectly.

"Wow,” you drew out in amusement, “who knew? Joe Burrow, full time Cincinnati Bengals quarterback, part time fashion designer."

He chuckled, “I like to think I have great fashion taste."

You shrugged, “Well besides the gray jeans and the ugg slippers, sure.” You giggled and went back to finishing up my hair and makeup. Joe rolled his eyes and walked out of the bathroom, leaving you laughing as you finished getting ready.

As you finished cleaning up your things in the bathroom, you went back out to the living room. Sneaking up behind Joe, who was sitting on your couch and reading through comments on his recent Instagram post. You placed your hand on his shoulder, making him crane his neck up at you. He smiled softly as he looked at you.

"Ready to go?" he asked. You nodded, letting out a nervous laugh, “I guess. I don’t really think I have a choice.”

Joe stood up from the couch, frowning. "It’ll be fine, Y/n. Sam might beat my ass, but that's only because I’m his best friend and I knocked you up. He can’t be upset at you for that.” You sighed in response, “Yeah, he might be a little pissed about that.”

"He might, yes.” Joe sighed, reaching out for your hand. He squeezed it gently as he said, “but, I do know he'll get over it, at some point. It took him sometime to get used to us dating years ago, remember?”

You smiled sadly as you thought about your past relationship with Joe when the two of you were just 20 years old. You’d never seen Sam so pissed at someone before. He hated that his best friend was dating his baby sister. However, when he saw how much Joe was in love with you, he finally started to come around. But it was short lived because as soon as your brother came around to you and Joe dating, Joe broke your heart unexpectedly and left for LSU.

"Y/n,” Joe said softly, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I promise everything will be fine.”

You wished you could say you believed Joe, but you knew deep down Sam wouldn’t take this news well at all. The two of you made your way out of your apartment and out to Joe’s car. You got into the car, and Joe’s eyes immediately fell over the ultrasound picture that was sitting on his dash. He leaned forward slightly, straightening the black and white photo of his baby, with a smile tugging at his lips as he did so.

You smiled as you watched his face full with joy and eyes light up with love. It made you so happy to see he still had the ultrasound photo on his dash.

~time skip~

Joe opened the doors of the bar for you, letting you go in first, “Thanks." you smiled softly. Joe followed behind you nodding.

The two of you walked into the bar, looking for the table with all of your friends. You pulled the sweater away from your belly, making sure the material was loose enough so that nobody could see the bump in your abdomen. Joe looked down at you and nodded, “You’re fine, can’t see it at all.” He said, low enough so only you could hear him.

"There they are. Y/n! Joe!” Sam called from the table in the corner of the bar, a wide smile on his face as he saw you walk in with the blonde. You took a deep breath, putting a fake, happy smile on your face as you and Joe walked m over to the U shaped booth he and the others were seated at. "Hey Sammy!"

Sam stood up and hugged you tightly before hugging Joe, and clapping his back like all men do when they greet eachother. Cooper sat down next to Logan and Morgan, Logan wife.

"You guys come together?" Sam joked, smirking up at his best friend. You glanced at Joe who smiled and shook his head no. Sam laughed as you and Joe sat down next to each other. Sam sat on the outside, with Logan and Morgan next to him. Ja’Marr and Tee were in the middle, with you and Joe on the end.

"No,” you sighed as you pulled your sweater away from your tummy again, “we just happened to get here at the same time." you said, laughing a little as you finished your sentence.

Sam nodded and went back to talking to some of the guys. You decided to chat with Morgan. The two of you have been good friends for a while. As you talked to Morgan for a few minutes, catching up with each other about your off-season plans, Ja'Marr stood from his spot.

"How about we get some more drinks?!" he yelled, causing the other guys to whoop and holler.

You gulped, nervously. You knew you would have to break the news about your pregnancy very soon since they were ordering drinks. Joe noticed you were beginning to get anxious, so he put his hand on your knee under the table. He gave it a gentle squeeze as you smiled at him. He smiled back at you before turning back to the guys.

"So, what does everyone want? Y/n, I think I already know what you want." Tee snickered as everyone broke into laughter. Everyone at the table knew what my go to drink or drinks were.

You giggled along with them, "I don't know, do you?"

"Margarita? A glass of wine? No wait-- tequila on the rocks?" Ja'Marr asked, a sly grin on his face.

You knew you had to break the news now. You breathed out a laugh, "All three would be great, but-."

Sam chuckled, "She'll take all three then."

"Wait-."

"She can't..." Joe trailed off. The laughter and jokes came to an end as everyone looked at the quarterback and furrowed their eyebrows in confusion.

"Why? You love alcohol? Well, you certainly did at Taylor's party at least." Ja'Marr laughed. Tee chuckled in agreement, "Yeah. You pregnant or somethin'?"

You anxiously bit your lip. Here we go... You stayed silent. Your silence answering the question. The question that was supposed to just be a joke. Oh how you wished it was a joke right now...

"Oh my god, you're pregnant!" Morgan grinned excitedly, "congratulations, hun!"

Your breath hitched as you looked over at your older brother, whose jaw was clenched, "Surprise?"

"You're actually pregnant, Y/n!?" Tee asked, smiling happily. Ja'Marr and Logan had huge smiles on their faces too. You nodded, "Yeah, I am."

You looked over at Sam again. He had a shocked look on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He clenched his jaw once again. Sam already wasn't taking this news well. You can only imagine how he'll react when he finds out who the father is. You glanced over at Joe, noticing how he gulped nervously.

"So," Logan chuckled taking a swig of his beer. "Who's the daddy?"

Sam gave you a stern look. "Yeah, Y/n. Who's the daddy?"

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you felt bile rise up the back of your throat. You couldn't tell him here, not like this. Especially with how he's reacting.

"I," you took a deep breath, "he um..." you stuttered, unsure of what to say.

"Its me." All eyes at the table snapped to Joe, "I'm the father." he stated. You let out a heavy sigh and looked over at the bar. Trying to avoid your friends shocked stares and your brothers eyes that were shooting daggers at you. Tee and Ja'Marr's mouth gaped open in shock.

"Pffft, Burrow shut up. You wish you were the daddy." Tee laughed, taking a drink of his beer.

"I'm not joking." Joe said in a serious tone. You smiled slightly as you made eye contact with him. You both looked across the table at Sam. HIs face was red, and he seemed to be fuming. Oh shit, this won't be good. Sam slammed his hands on the table of the booth. He shot up from the booth and reached across the table, his strong arms grabbing Joe by the collar.

"You fucker!" he roared, shaking Joe as he yelled, "YOU knocked my sister up?! How could you? C'mon man, you're my fucking best friend Joe!"

You gasped as you watched your brother try to throw a punch at Joe's jaw.

"Sam, let go of him!" Morgan cried, trying to pry Sam off of him. Logan joined in and helped her.

You grabbed onto Joe, trying to pull him out of your brothers grasp. However, your attempts were unsuccessful as Sam was much stronger than you. Sam looked pissed, and Joe looked like he was about to piss himself.

"You don't know how bad I want to fucking punch you right now." Sam seethed, tightening his grasp on Joe.

"Sam!" you cried, "Let go of him, calm down, please!" you exclaimed, tears brimming your eyes. Hearing the pain in your voice and tears in your eyes caused Sam to immediately soften. He let go of Joe's shirt collar and sat back down in the booth, chest heaving as he kept his angry gaze on Joe. Joe got out of the booth and took a deep breath, eyes shifting between all of his friends and you. Everyone at the booth was at a loss for words.

"Okay, everyone calm down." Tee said, putting his hands out in a gesture that told everyone to breathe. Ja'Marr nodded, "Well uh, Higgins and I are going to head out, let you guys talk this out."

The two receivers got up from the booth and stood at the front of the table, waving goodbye. Ja'Marr and Tee silently congratulated you before they both left. Logan and Morgan decided to leave too, both of them hugging and congratulating you and Joe. Morgan quietly told you good luck and that she would have Logan talk to Sam if things go south. After all of your friends left, it was just you, your brother, and your baby daddy in booth at the bar. The air was extremely tense, none of you dared to speak a word as you knew it would end in a screaming match. You knew it would be best to talk about this somewhere more private. After a few more minutes of tense silence, you declared that it would be best if you, Joe and Sam, went back to Joe's place to and talk it out and approach the situation.

~time skip~

"Why the HELL did you think it would be a good idea to screw my best friend, Y/n?" Sam yelled, pointing at Joe. You groaned and huffed out a breath of annoyance, "God Sam, we went over this! I was DRUNK! HE was drunk too! We didn't mean for this to happen."

Sam was standing in the middle of Joe's living room, pacing back and forth, while you and Joe sat on his couch.

Sam groaned. He rubbed his hands down his face. "I just...my sister?" he looked at Joe with a look of disbelief mixed with betrayal. "Do you know how fucked up that is? You don't go hookin' up with your best friends SISTER!"

Joe sighed and stood up from the couch, "Sam, look," he glanced at you as he spoke, "just like Y/n said, we were DRUNK. I mean shit, we were both almost black out drunk by the time we got back to my place!" his voice raised slightly as he tried to get his point across to Sam. He walked closer to Sam. "Listen, I get it. You're pissed at me, and if I were in your shoes, I would be pissed at me too. But Sam, I'm not leaving her. I'm staying around for this kid, and her." he said firmly. Sam just shook his head as he laughed in disbelief at his friends words.

Joe was fuming with anger as he saw Sam's reaction. Suddenly, Joe put his hands out in front of him and roughly pushed Sam's chest. "I'm not going to walk out and be some deadbeat dad, goddamnit!"

You looked between the two blondes, not daring to say a word to either of them. They were both of them upset with eachother, so you knew you needed to let them hash things out--without you interfering. You could talk to Sam about this later.

Sam scoffed and pushed him right back, "Bullshit!" he seethed at his best friend, "that's what they all say, Joe! You're going to walk out on her when she least expects it, and you're not going to look back, man. You have nothing tying you down to her."

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Sam's mouth. It was true though, there was nothing tying Joe down to you. You weren't together, you were just relying on his word that he wouldn't leave you or the baby.

Joe raised his voice, "You really think that low of me?" "YEAH!" Sam yelled, "yeah I do. You've left her behind before Joe."

Your heart dropped. You knew he was talking about Joe leaving you behind in Ohio when he left for LSU...

"Well this time, it's different. You know why?" Joe asked, getting up in Sam's face. "because I won't listen to you this time. I broke things off with Y/n because of you. I was going to ask her out. I was willing to make long distance work. But you Sam, you made me leave her behind."

You stood up from the couch, your mouth dropping open in disbelief. Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Sam with a heartbroken expression.

"Sam?" you asked, voice quiet, "is that true?"

"Y/n, we'll talk later," he sighed, giving you a somber expression. You shook your head, "NO! No, I want an answer now. Is that true? You knew about us so you made him break things off with me?"

"Y/n/n I-." You cut him off. "Yes or no."

Same shoulders fell in defeat.

"Yes."

You shook your head in disbelief, "I can't believe you."

"Y/n, you have to understand. Joe is my best friend. you're my sister, I was looking out for both of you. I knew if he dated you and moved to LSU, I would have lost both of you."

You were at a loss for words.

Sam continued, “And Y/n, this isn’t all my fault.” Sam pointed at Joe accusingly, “he made the decision to leave you behind. What makes you think he wouldn’t do it again?”

Joe scoffed, “Don’t give me that crap. This is a completely different situation.”

“How is different? Huh? How the hell is this any different?” Sam asked, his voice raising.

“because I love her. That’s right, I LOVE HER!" Joe yelled, pointing at you as he said those three words.

You never thought you would hear those words come out of Joe’s mouth. The two of you have history, history that you now discovered was only harsh because of your brother. All those years ago you assumed Joe left you behind because he didn’t genuinely care about you. But you were so wrong…

You know you need to talk to Sam about the OSU situation sooner rather than later. But you knew it could wait. You had to focus on the pregnancy news first.

Joe continued, “I love her so goddamn much, and that baby? I haven't even met the kid yet, but I already love it more than life itself. You know why Sam?” Sam stayed silent as Joe poured his heart out.

“That baby was made out of love. I’m going to love him or her no matter what. No matter what you say to me, or what you do me Sam, I’m not going anywhere!"

A tear rolled down your cheek as you listened to Joe’s confession. He truly did love and care about you. Even back when you were just 20, he did truly love you.

The silence was deafening as none of you said anything. Emotions still high between the three of you. Sam sat down on the couch and rubbed a hand over his face. You looked up at Joe with tears threatening to fall. You swallowed the lump in your throat, letting the only words you could think of spill out.

“You love me?”

There was so much to talk about, but that was all you could say.

hey loves!

this chapter was a little fluffy, but it was pretty angsty lol

did you see that coming? sam being the one that made joe break things off with you?👀

that’ll be elaborated on more later on…

the next chapter is pretty fluffy though, we find out what the gender of the baby is!! so exciting!

what are your guesses? will it be a boy or girl?

i hope you’re all doing well. thank you so much for reading and always supporting me and my writing. i love you all😚🤍🤍

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ghoul-bonez · 11 months

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~You Know What it is to Mourn~

(Sully Family x Fem! Reader)

Summary: Your life had been through a few drastic changes recently, but it was okay because you were all together. Now that you weren’t you found yourself struggling.

Word count: 2.5k

Author’s note: A Lover, Not a Fighter PART 4!!! Final part enjoy! (Or don’t because heavy on the angst) I was gonna wait until Monday to post this but might as well get it done today, so very early post!

Warnings: Loss of a loved one, child loss, depression

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You Know What it is to Mourn

You could think of many times you had considered your life had been turned upside down, most of them being more recent than not, but you had all been so wrong every time. Now your life has been flipped on its head.

The first time you could remember feeling your life had been flipped upside down was longer ago, when you fell for Neytiri. It wasn’t necessarily falling for her, you had always been hopelessly in love with her, but it was when you admitted to yourself you loved her. She had been your whole world as long back as you could remember. She meant everything to you.

Then you had not just admitted it to yourself, but also her, and she loved you too. You began to court each other, and were free to show your love as much as you wanted, as publicly as you wanted. You were free from holding yourself in, and could truly be yourself with Neytiri, no longer having to hold in your emotions. She would give you anything you wanted, but all you wanted was her love.

Then there was Jake. When he had come around you were hesitant to talk to him, more so to be around him because you couldn’t talk to him. You may not have spoken the same language, but over time you grew close by your love for Neytiri. Then much like you love Neytiri, you love him, but you were conflicted by him being a sky person. Neytiri loved him though, so you allowed yourself to as well.

Neteyam was a surprise, but a welcome one. He had thrown you head first into parenthood, and you were glad it was him and not Lo’ak looking back on it. He was an amazing baby, perfect perhaps. He never cried, never fussed. Even as a toddler he never threw temper tantrums. He was your shining star. Your mighty warrior who was meant for great things, meant to succeed.

Kiri and Lo’ak were the middle children, but came soon after Neteyam, quickly turning your small family of four into a large family of six. It was a lot to handle, but you wouldn’t trade them for the world. They were like two peas in a pod, and many people wouldn’t see the similarities between them, but you could. They both wanted to live up to their parents, but were cold in their shadows. You wouldn’t let them stay there though.

Your last child was your only biological one, Tuk. You loved all of your children equally, but Tuk would always be a little different. She had quickly become your sun, you revolving around her. She was young, hadn’t yet seen how cruel the outside world was, the world outside your family, and you wanted nothing more than to keep her happy and safe.

You had thought Quaritch’s first attack on your children was the day your life was really flipped upside down, even over all of the flips and turns before. You had hoped it couldn’t get worse, but life isn’t meant to be perfect. It’s meant to be messy, but in the end everything would be okay.

You were ready to deal with Quaritch, to fight him and his squad to keep your family safe, but you had planned on doing it at home. Moving to Awa’atlu was overwhelming for everyone, uprooting and starting a new life. You had eventually learned to live how you were now, and you were happy once more.

And now as you look back on it it all seems so insignificant. Now you know what it means for your life to truly be flipped upside down. Your world shattered, your life wasting away.

When the sky people attacked once again you knew it was serious. Not only you had been wrapped up in the web of violence but now the Metkayina people were too. The sky people had come after them, but the end goal was you, your family, Jake.

There was no time to hesitate, no time to flail in panic, and you were a lover, not a fighter, so you had decided to stay home while Jake and Neytiri went to fight. You wanted to fight, to keep the ones you love safe, but that wasn’t realistic.

Instead your plan was to stay and help head the healers, put in charge by Ronal, who had finally allowed you to help her with her duties after an elder healer retired. You would heal the warriors who came back throughout the battle as they fell back.

It was safe, it was something you could do, something you knew how to do. So you stayed behind, and did your job, helping people as they came back.

You waited, head shooting up from your work anytime someone new would come back, hoping that each person would be a member of your family.

You were jumpy, so when you heard people calling out that your family was in sight you rushed to the beach, the waves of the ocean being warped by your feet that stood on the edge between the sand and the sea. You tried to calm yourself, to be stable for your children who had just been shown the true violence of war.

You felt your heart rate rise as you waited and when you saw your kids swimming back on ilus you couldn’t help but to cry. They were safe, they were okay.

Lo’ak reached you first and you pulled him in, inspecting him and searching for serious wounds, but there were none, he was only covered in small scratches and scrapes. He may have been okay physically, but he was wounded in his heart, tear stains on his face, and you pulled him into a tight hug.

“You’re okay…” You sighed.

“I’m okay, mama.” He muttered, like he was confirming it for himself as well.

Then tuk shouted out, “Mama!” Running to you and throwing herself at you.

Kiri was close behind her, and you checked them over just like you had Lo’ak. Kiri was the least injured, and Tuk had what looked like rope burns around her wrists, like she had been fighting against restraints. Seeing them like this broke your heart.

They were okay, but they both had tears just like their brother, they must have been so scared, so hurt. You couldn’t even begin to imagine how they were feeling, you didn’t want to know, but you wanted to help them heal, so you would have to know. Not right now though. For now you looked for the child that was missing, the last child, your first child.

You waited for a second, holding your breath and looking to the horizon waiting for Neteyam to come into sight, but he wasn’t coming. You felt your heart rise to your throat, you knew something was wrong, but you wouldn’t admit that to yourself.

Where was Neteyam?

You couldn’t wait anymore, “Where is your brother?” You asked Kiri. She couldn’t answer that, she couldn't tell you, and so she stayed silent, leaving someone else to answer.

When Tuk started crying your heart stopped. What had happened? You couldn’t stop your heart from speeding up as you looked to Lo’ak for an answer.

He was hesitant, “He’s with mom and dad…” he trailed off.

You were relieved to hear that, but you knew deep down that what Lo’ak was telling you wasn’t the truth. Not the whole truth, but you chose to ignore that, he was okay, just with your mates. Everyone was okay.

So you waited, and waited, and waited. You waited for what felt like a million years but was more like a few minutes until you saw Jake and Neytiri on the horizon. Neytiri was on an ilu instead of her ikran, which was odd, your first clue that something was wrong. The second clue that something was wrong was that Neteyam wasn’t next to them. You couldn’t see three people, only two.

Then they got close enough and you saw Neteyam, limp in Jake’s arms as the tsurak he was on swam towards you. Something was very wrong, Neteyam was knocked out, there were so many problems that ran through your mind.

Lo’ak could tell you were worried, shocked, so he grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly. It brought a moment of calm, but it didn’t keep your worries away for long, it couldn't keep your worries away.

Neytiri noticed you on the shoreline, exchanging a look with Jake, before speeding up and meeting you there. She ran into your arms, and when she noticed tears in your eyes she couldn’t help but let her tears fall again, sobbing openly in your arms.

You stood there holding her, and rubbing circles on her back. You told yourself you had to be strong right now, for her, for the children, but when you made eye contact with Jake you couldn’t help but break. He looked so broken, and he had always been a little broken, you could see it in his eyes anytime you looked at him, but now it was far more visible than ever before.

You wanted so badly to run to Jake and take Neteyam from his arms, to heal him from any wounds the world had given him, but something stopped you.

Fear. Fear was stopping you.

You feared what you would find if you got too close. You feared how broken you would feel when you saw the injury that had Neteyam laying limp in his dad’s arms. You feared not being able to heal him.

What you didn’t know was you wouldn’t have to heal him, wouldn’t be able to heal him.

That became apparent when Jake carefully dismounted the tsurak, trudging through the water towards you, and you could see no breath in Neteyam’s chest. There was no movement. No movement anywhere, and as Neteyam was still the rest of the world around you went still as well.

You couldn’t help the sob that ripped through you as you crumbled to your knees. You didn’t even need to touch him, to feel him void of a heartbeat, to know he was gone.

You screamed and sobbed as Neytiri held you in her arms, the roles reversed from earlier, now she was being strong for you.

Jake stopped in front of you, falling to his knees and allowing you to fully see your son. His eyes were closed, which was a relief to you as you couldn’t see the life void from them. His skin was pale and cold as you held his hand in yours. Your eyes looked over his body looking for the cause of his death, and when they found the bullet hole your heart sank.

You knew the truth, but ignored it, somehow holding onto hope that he was just passed out, not dead, just asleep. You ignored the fact that an injury of that severity was definitely fatal, and you didn’t know how long it had been since he sustained it. You ignored the stiffness and cold of his fingers. You ignored the way Jake held him like he hadn’t in years, cradling him in his arms like a baby. You ignored the way Neytiri couldn’t look at you, not having to form tsaheylu to feel your pain. You ignored the way your children were practically shaking next to you, feeling as if you should have been there when he had passed, not them.

You couldn’t help it as your head fell to his chest, your ear laying flat against it. You couldn’t focus on trying desperately to hear his heartbeat over the coldness and clamminess of his dull skin. When you stilled yourself, your body and racing mind, and heard no heartbeat your world crashed down around you.

He was gone, and there was no way you could bring him back, no matter how hard you tried he would forever be gone. Forever.

You couldn’t believe he was gone, even after confirming it yourself. You denied him being gone, he wasn’t gone, he was just away. You denied it when your partners would ask you how you were doing, implying that he was gone. You denied it when your children would come to you for comfort. You knew they missed him, you knew they were suffering, grieving like you, but he wasn’t gone so why would you need to comfort them?

Then eventually after him being absent long enough, missing mealtimes, gatherings, and family meetings, you grew angry. How could he leave you? How could he leave your partners, his other parents? How could he leave his siblings? He had hurt you, and everyone else who loved him, and you were furious. He could have held on a little longer, he could have tried to live a little longer. Just long enough to get home, to get to you. You could have healed him, brought him back to the safety of life, and if you couldn’t heal him he could have at least waited so you could say goodbye.

Once you realized it wasn’t his choice to leave you couldn’t be angry anymore. Then you began bargaining, with whoever you could. You bargained with Neytiri to take you to the Spirit Tree, to see him one last time, but she denied you, not believing you were ready. You bargained with Jake to just hold you, and to talk to you, but he denied you too, he was grieving on his own, still in the beginning stages of anger. You bargained with Lo’ak to tell you what his final moments were like, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell his mama.

Depression overcame you quickly and smoothly. It was like the ocean swallowing the beach as the tide rose, and it came in waves, some days benign better than others. On the better days you could get out of your home, help Ronal and the other healers with tasks around the clan. On the worst days you couldn’t even find the strength to get out of bed. You would lay there all day, depending on your partners, who were also grieving themselves, to help you function. You hated to see your depression rubbing off on your children, and you hoped it wasn’t you specifically. Instead you hoped it was them going through the same stages as you, but you couldn’t help but worry when little Tuk would lay with you and cry all day.

You had cried, and cried, and cried some more, but eventually the tears dried up. Your feelings didn’t subside, but they became easier to deal with. The dark, threatening, storm cloud of depression rained all it had to rain and moved away with the breeze. You accepted he was gone, and how that made you feel, and you were okay with that. You were finally feeling okay.

You know what it is to mourn, but now you can move on, not from loving him, but from the pain of him being gone. Neteyam was gone, but within you, and the Great Mother, he will live forever.

Word Bank:

Metkayina (Ocean Na’vi)

Ilu (Main Metkayina transportation)

Ikran (Mountain Banshee)

Tsurak (Skimwing)

Tsaheylu (The Bond)

Spirit Tree (Metkayina sacred tree)

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merakiui · 3 months

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Dude I never comment on a trumblr page because of my anxiety but holy SMOKES that jade story just got me. It been on my brain every second since it came out. AHHHH it amazing, also I wonder will you make a continuation to it (no pressure)? If not that fine but still amazing writing!!

THANK YOUUUU!!!! (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ I'm so happy you liked tmdg!! It was such a time-consuming brain rot,,, orz but anything for Jade Leech!! I love to write for him. He's so scrunkly to me!!!!!

As for the possibility of a sequel, I don't have anything planned. But it would be very fun to write more things about Jade and Reader in the context of the story. They're such a silly pair. It would be a crime to not write about the two of them tackling parenthood together.

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Enticing 40 || Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Harry had decided to meet up with his close friends Alessandro and Michael to share the exciting news that he was going to be a father. He was filled with a mix of emotions, from nervousness to sheer excitement, as he anticipated their reactions.

The three friends gathered at a cozy yet exclusive café in a corner of the city. The atmosphere was relaxed, and the clinking of coffee cups and distant chatter of other patrons filled the air.

As Harry explained the situation, Alessandro and Michael exchanged smiles and congratulated him warmly. Their genuine happiness and support meant the world to him.

“That's incredible news, Harry,” Alessandro said, a bright grin on his face. “Once again, you're going to be an amazing dad.”

Michael nodded in agreement. “Congratulations, mate. Parenthood is a beautiful journey.”

Harry beamed with gratitude for their kind words. “Thanks, guys. I couldn't be happier.”

However, as they continued chatting about the baby and future plans, an unexpected presence disrupted the joyful atmosphere. William, Harry's other friend, suddenly appeared at the entrance of the café.

Harry's expression instantly shifted, his warm demeanor turning cold. The tension between the two had been palpable for the last few weeks, and Harry had hoped to share his news with his friends before facing the inevitable confrontation with William.

William, aware of the gathering, made his way to their table. The atmosphere grew noticeably strained as he took a seat, exchanging polite but distant greetings with Alessandro and Michael.

Harry took a deep breath, his voice steady as he spoke to William, “I have some news, William. I'm going to be a father.” William already knew. In fact, he knew it before Harry. He had hidden it from Harry. Hence, the reason to why they had drifted apart the last few weeks.

William's reaction was unexpectedly stoic. He nodded and offered stiff congratulations before his gaze returned to the menu. It was clear that the news hadn't softened the coldness that had developed between the two friends over the last weeks. They both had lots to talk about and things to unpack. Harry wasn’t ready to have the conversation with William. He had felt betrayed.

William was offended that Harry had gotten angry at him. Y/N’s necessity to hide her pregnancy from him had nothing to do with Harry. She had wanted that way, and she had confided in William to keep the secret.

As the conversation continued, Harry felt a sense of disappointment and sadness. He had hoped that the news of impending fatherhood would mend some of the rift between them, but it seemed that the past grievances and resentment ran deeper than he had anticipated.

Amidst the lingering tension brought on by William's presence, Harry felt a sense of relief as Alessandro and Michael leaned in with genuine interest, eager to hear more about his impending fatherhood.

Harry's eyes lit up with pride as he recounted the journey he and Y/N had embarked upon. "It's been quite a rollercoaster, but I couldn't be happier. She's pregnant, and we've just confirmed that the baby is mine."

Alessandro's warm smile mirrored the happiness in Harry's eyes. "That's incredible news, Harry. You must be over the moon. How did you both react when you found out?"

Harry's voice was filled with affection as he recalled the moment. "It was a mix of shock and overwhelming joy. We both knew there was a possibility, but when we saw those test results, it made everything real."

Michael leaned forward, eager to learn more. "So, what are your plans? How are you going to manage with Oliver?”

Harry's smile remained, though he couldn't help but feel the weight of the logistical challenges ahead. "It's going to be a bit of a juggling act, I won't lie. Oliver and the new baby will be very close in age, so we're expecting some chaos. But we're committed to making it work”.

Alessandro's raised eyebrow conveyed curiosity. "How does Y/N feel about everything? I can imagine it's quite a lot to handle. She is going to be a first-time mom.”

Harry's eyes softened with affection as he thought about Y/N. "She's been incredible throughout this journey. But she's a natural with Oliver, and I have no doubt she'll be just as amazing with our new baby."

Michael chimed in with a grin. "It sounds like you have a lot to look forward to, mate”.

As the conversation continued, the camaraderie among friends provided a temporary reprieve from the complexities of Harry's family dynamics. Alessandro and Michael's genuine happiness and support served as a reminder that, despite the challenges ahead, he had unwavering friends by his side.

Amidst the laughter, shared stories, and excitement about the future, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the moments like these — moments when he could revel in the joy of becoming a father once again.

As the conversation about Harry's impending fatherhood continued, the tension between Harry and William seemed to momentarily fade into the background. However, William, having remained silent until now, finally chimed in with a question that cut through the cheerful atmosphere.

He turned his gaze toward Harry, his tone measured as he asked, "Harry, are you going to tell your father about this?"

Harry's expression shifted slightly, and a shadow of unease crossed his face. His relationship with his father had always been complicated, marked by expectations, misunderstandings, and a lingering sense of disapproval.

Alessandro and Michael exchanged glances, sensing the complexity of the situation. They remained silent, allowing Harry to respond in his own time.

Harry took a deep breath, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty as he replied, "I... I haven't decided yet. Dad and I, we've had our differences, and I'm not sure how he'll react to this news."

William's gaze remained fixed on Harry, his expression inscrutable. "You know he's your father, Harry. He deserves to know. He can’t find out through the press or the media. It has to be directly through you”

Harry nodded, acknowledging the truth in William's words, even if the prospect of sharing the news with his father filled him with apprehension. "I’m aware” Harry just hadn't gotten over what had happened in the Hamptons.

Their friends, sensing the weight of the conversation, offered their support. Alessandro spoke up gently, "Harry, it's a decision only you can make. But remember, this is your moment, your family. You should do what feels right for you and Y/N."

Michael echoed the sentiment. "And you have us, your friends, who will support you no matter what."

The cafe grew quiet as the friends sat with the weight of the conversation. Harry's relationship with his father was a longstanding source of tension, and the decision to share this significant news with him was fraught with uncertainty.

As Harry contemplated his next steps, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions — a desire for understanding and acceptance from his father, and a determination to protect his growing family from any potential negativity. The path ahead was uncertain, but he knew that with the support of true friends, he would navigate it with grace and resilience. Maybe he would be calling his mother and sister first.

The soft glow of kitchen lights illuminated the cozy atmosphere of Harry's apartment as he and Y/N spent the evening together. Harry had taken it upon himself to cook a special dinner for them, and the tantalizing aroma of the meal filled the air.

Oliver, content on Y/N’s lap, giggled and played with his toys as Y/N watched over him with a loving smile. The warmth of the moment enveloped them, a stark contrast to the chaotic days that had preceded it.

As Harry moved gracefully around the kitchen, a sense of purpose filled him. He was excited about the future, about the family he was building with Y/N, and he couldn't wait to share this moment with her.

Finally, as he placed a beautifully plated dish on the kitchen island, he turned to Y/N with a warm smile. "Dinner's ready."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with appreciation as she glanced at the dish he had prepared. "You really outdid yourself."

Harry chuckled modestly as he joined her at the kitchen island, taking a seat beside her. "Well, I wanted to make tonight special."

Oliver, sensing the change in atmosphere, seemed equally excited, his bright eyes darting between them.

As they began to eat, the conversation flowed naturally. They talked about their plans for the baby's nursery, the upcoming doctor's appointments, and the joys and challenges of parenthood that awaited them.

Then, Harry broached a more serious topic. "I've been thinking. I'd really like to meet your mom. She's going to be a part of our lives now, and I'd love for her to get to know me."

Y/N's expression softened, and she nodded in agreement. “That means a lot to me. I think she'd appreciate that as well. I'll talk to her and arrange a meeting."

They continued their dinner, the warmth of their connection deepening with each passing moment. The challenges they had faced were still fresh in their minds, but at this moment, surrounded by the love they shared for each other and for Oliver, they knew that they were building a future filled with happiness, love, and the promise of a beautiful family.

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