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fairladyinpink · 10 months

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Pregnancy/Family OTP Prompts

(mentions of abortion, religious abuse, teen pregnancy)

Scenarios:

A waking up at 5 AM riddled with morning sickness. B being woken up by them and following them to hold their hair back and help clean themselves us afterwards. (bonus if they reassure them and that they're not disgusting. not even a bonus, should be the bare minimum)

"You know what would be bomb right now?" "What?" "Strawberries and cream cheese, right? Then, like, cover them in hot Cheeto dust." A looks at B with a look of mild disgust and confusion, but then remembers that it's just a weird, weird pregnancy craving. A goes to the store to get them because whatever B wants, B gets.

B was rather envious of A's natural parental instincts. The way they got the baby to giggle and coo so effortlessly. The way they could rock them to sleep within minutes. The way they could feed them without any hiccups and the way they could change diapers in a flash. One day, A had to leave for a few hours, leaving B alone with the baby. When they returned, A found the house a mess. Food splattered across the kitchen, toys and blocks strewn across the house, and B, on the verge of tears, trying to calm the screaming baby. After cleaning up the mess, A lets B talk about their frustrations and insecurities, reassuring them that they're an amazing parent.

Cooking/baking something together and B accidentally measures incorrectly and A has to correct them. Due to B's heightened emotions, they start crying and A has to comfort them.

Getting corny shirts for B like "waiting on player 3" or "beauty and the bump".

Watching an usually stoic and mean B coddle and play with their new baby, admiring how soft and nurturing they could be.

After a long day of walking and being on their feet, A is finally home and able to relax. What they didn't expect is was B to have their most recent craving prepared for them, a warm bubble bath ran, and their favorite TV series set up with B massaging their feet. It was at this moment where they realized just how lucky they were to be B's partner.

Wearing matching costumes for holidays.

They were both only 17. They couldn't raise a baby. They weren't ready for it. They planned to hide it until they got enough money for an abortion until A's overly religious parents realize they've been sick for a little too long. Now they were forced to raise it.

A being extremely overprotective of A due to their pregnancy. B always complains about it but secretly loves it.

B having to set limits and hide the coffee maker during A's pregnancy because although A denies it, they're no better than a drug addict when it comes to coffee.

^ Alternately: A is an avid coffee drinker who literally can't function without a cup of coffee each morning. B hates coffee, and the adversity only grew when they got pregnant. It got so bad that even the smell of it would have B throwing up once again.

A's water breaks and B is panicking. You'd think B was the one giving birth the way they kept pacing back and forth. A remains calm through their contractions and labour pains since they can't both be freaking out in the delivery room. Something snaps inside of B when they notice A forcing themselves to smile and joke through the intense pain they were going through to try and calm A down.

A got home from a long, exhausting day at work to find B sitting on the floor by the door asleep. A puts up their things before picking up B and carrying them, waking them up. "Oh, you're home. I was waiting for you but I guess I fell asleep and- Wait, how are you holding me? Aren't I too heavy?" "Of course not, love. No weight is "too heavy" when it comes to you."

The severity of the situation didn't hit A until they saw the nursery, the one that B had been protecting and hiding from them for months. B had uncovered their eyes and awaited their reaction. What they didn't expect was full-on tears, tears of fear, uncertainty, and joy. They were having a baby together. They were going to start a family together.

Dialogues:

"S/he gets their looks from you, definitely." "Is that a good thing or bad thing?" "No comment."

"[name], I have something to tell you but I'm not sure how you'll react and I don't want you to be mad and-" "Hey, it's okay, just spit it out." "Well . . . we're having a baby."

"I'm not sure if I can hide this pregnancy any longer." "I'm surprised you still can, to be honest. You look like you're smuggling a small watermelon under there."

"What?! You're pregnant??? You can't be, we're only 17!"

"You said heartbeats? Plural? As in more than one?"

"The baby's kicking! You wanna feel?"

"Look how tiny her/his feet are!"

"We need a break." "It's only been a week since they were born." "Neither of us have showered, had a full meal, nor slept since we came home." "Maybe we could use a couple of hours to ourselves."

"I believe in you, you can do this- we can do this."

"I'm having a big-ass drink after this baby born, I hope you know that."

"It's almost like you're glowing." "I don't know what the fuck you're seeing, but it is definitely not a glow. "

"You're going to be an amazing mother/father, I just feel it."

"I've never seen clothes/shoes this small before!"

"I'm not going to shatter into tiny pieces if I pick up a box. I'm not fragile, I'm pregnant." "There's a difference?"

"I still love you, [name], all of you. Stretch marks, spit-up covered shirts and all."

"It's like their fist-fighting my fucking uterus." "At least they'll be strong, just like daddy." "They'll also be all brawn and no brain, if we're going by that."

"Just a few more weeks, you can do it." "I'm not so sure."

"We should name them [really weird and absurd name]." "How about we not do that?"

"Do you know who the father is?" "No, but they kind of look like [ex], don't they?"

"Do you think we can do this? Raise a kid?" "I mean, look at us, we can barely take care of ourselves. We might not be the best at it, but we can definitely do it together." "You're so cheesy, it's sickening. Speaking of sickness, excuse me for a moment."

#writing prompt #prompts #pregnancy prompt #family prompts #domestic prompts #dialogue #dialogue prompt #otp prompts #story ideas #prompt list #writing dialogue

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youneedsomeprompts · 2 years

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20 more pregnancy prompts

requested by: @glossyvirgo2021 & various anons

requests: pregnancy (dialogue) prompts, third trimester pregnancy prompts

Feel free to use and reblog!

Part 1

first trimester:

#1 - "Is it really true? I thought again it was just a dream when I woke up."

#2 - being taken by surprise by the sudden bouts of morning sickness

#3 - always placing a hand on their lower abdomen, even though it's not showing yet

#4 - "No, we can't tell anyone yet! It's still too early for that."

#5 - always looking in the mirror to check if they already 'look pregnant'

second trimester:

#6 - trying to figure out the baby's gender by analysing their symptoms with old wives' tales

#7 - "I need more sardines." "But you just had a huge apple tart." "I don't see your point."

#8 - having a hazy memory and being forgetful due to 'pregnancy brain'

#9 - "I feel like I could do anything." "Well, but you shouldn't carry this huge box. I better do it."

#10 - sudden spells of dizziness disturbing their days

third trimester:

#11 - "I'd say I'm officially pregnant now." *patting their growing belly gently*

#12 - enjoying to wear figure-hugging clothes (bonus points: if it's the first time ever that they enjoy it)

#13 - suffering from swollen feet and receiving foot massages from their s/o

#14 - "I feel like a fat cow." "Well, you're the most beautiful cow."

#15 - being coddled by their s/o and told that they don't have to do anything

#16 - trying to figure out how their daily life will look/change when the baby's there

#17 - "You really can't hide it anymore. You have to accept that." "But I don't know how to tell people." "Well, I don't think that's necessary anymore. It's quite obvious."

#18 - being found asleep by their partner all the time

#19 - "Oh my God, I don't know how I will manage any of this!" "You got this, dear. We got this!"

#20 - being totally taken by surprise by early labour

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promptful · 2 years

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40 Reasons to Share Clothing

I said I was going to do it, and I did <3 DO NOT ADD, I'm sure I have a few more reasons floating around.

WARNINGS: Pregnancy. Blood mention. Don't think there's anything else.

1) Because my clothes are dirty.

2) Because my shirt's in the wash.

3) Because you like seeing me in your boxers.

4) Because I was rained on.

5) Because they’re wrinkled.

6) Because they’re threadbare.

7) Because I forgot to do laundry.

8) Because our dryer is broken, and you have extra clothes.

9) Because yours fit better.

10) Because I’m pregnant and yours are the only ones that stretch.

11) Because they smell like your cologne.

12) Because your perfume lingers on the collar.

13) Because they’re warmer than mine.

14) Because they’re colder than mine.

15) Because you always ask about them.

16) Because how your hands wander when I wear them.

17) Because it brings a smirk to your lips.

18) Because I like it when you blush.

19) Because you make any excuse for me to do it again.

20) Because my clothing keeps going missing, but yours keep appearing.

21) Because they swamp me like a wearable, oversized blanket.

22) Because you always rub your hands down my back underneath.

23) Because people know that I’m yours, and you’re mine.

24) Because we’re married, and now I don’t need any excuses.

25) Because this is the sweatshirt you used to wear before it happened.

26) Because you can always pick me out in a crowd.

27) Because your hands always drift whenever I do, and I can be certain that your hands will find places they shouldn’t. For better, or for worse.

28) Because I love how it feels like your arms around me.

29) Because I love that it fits so perfectly.

30) Because you turned it into a pillow.

31) Because you’re using it as a tourniquet.

32) Because it feels like home.

33) Because you prefer it.

34) Because it’s the last thing I have of yours.

35) Because you left it here after a sleepover, and I haven’t given it back.

36) Because we broke up, and it still smells like you.

37) Because my cat uses it as a pillow.

38) Because I don’t know how to explain why it smells burnt.

39) Because I’m afraid I’ll never hug you again, and this is the next best thing.

40) Because it feels like you.

#prompt #otp prompts #prompt list #story prompt #writing prompts #fanfiction prompts #writeblr #creative writing #rp starters #tw: pregnancy mention #tw: violence

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theycallme-thejackal · 2 years

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lenny comforting midge

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

Midge closes her eyes and sinks under the water.

Her back aches. Her ankles are swollen. She's cranky all the time.

The silver lining in all of this is Lenny.

He's been the most incredibly supportive, comforting husband through all of this. No matter how crabby she gets or how many times she wakes him in the middle of the night because she can't sleep, he's always there.

She rises out of the water, leaning her head back against the edge of the tub and enjoying the scent of the bubbles and the heat of the water.

There's a soft knock at the door, and Lenny pokes his head in. "Hey," he murmurs. "How are you feeling?"

She grins lazily up at him. "Better. Thanks for the bath," she replies.

He smirks, stepping inside and handing her a cup of tea. He leans down and presses a quick kiss to her lips. "Enjoy your bath."

She reaches for him, taking his wrist in her hand as he turns to go. "Stay," she tells him, rubbing her thumb over his wrist.

Lenny smiles down at her and goes to kneel on the floor, but she looks at him quizzically. "What are you doing?" She asks.

He laughs softly. "You're giving me mixed signals here, honey."

"Take your clothes off and get in here."

He grins at her and obeys her orders, slipping into the water behind her when she scoots forward. She leans back against his chest, and he puts his hands on her lower back, digging his thumbs into her sore muscles. She groans softly at the feeling. "I love you," she moans softly.

He tips his head and kisses her shoulder. "I love you, too," he says matter-of-factly. "And I'm sorry you're so uncomfortable."

"Well you should be. It's your fault," she jokes.

He laughs quietly, his hands continuing to work over her back for a while until he slips his arms around her, holding her against him. She closes her eyes and basks in the feeling of the warm water and her husband's embrace.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers #family #pregnancy #sweet #fluff

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janfraiser · 1 year

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hi! A prompt for will x mac, if you're writing for them?

“ hey, go rest yourself, alright? let me handle the chores; you can’t be lifting these boxes in your condition! “

absolutely!! i have so much newsroom brainrot rn so thank you for this prompt 💖 (from this list if anyone else has requests for any of my fandoms/ships 😉)

"Alright, Billy, since we can finally agree that the paint is dry enough for me to set foot in the nursery, it's officially time to set everything up," MacKenzie says, bracing a box of board and picture books against her hip. The grip is awkward, but the third trimester of pregnancy means she can't carry anything in front of her unless it's small enough to balance on her bump.

"Woah, woah," Will interrupts, coming around the corner hefting the box that contains the currently-disassembled crib, "go sit down, Mac, alright? Let me handle carrying the stuff, you can't be lifting all these boxes in your condition."

She raises both eyebrows skeptically. "Will, with your back, you're hardly more suited to carrying the heavy bits than I am. How about we just take this one step at a time and hope no one gets hurt?"

Her husband huffs in protest but agrees with a grudging nod. "Alright. In that case, what's the first step?"

"The crib and the dresser will definitely be the biggest elements," Mac says slowly, pursing her lips, "but the crib is more exciting. So, finish dragging that in, and I'll start putting these books on the shelves you put up while you get out all the crib pieces."

"IKEA is amazingly useful and so angering all at the same time," Will grumbles. "Looks so good all set up in the store... but actually figuring out how to set it up is hell on earth."

"Don't be so dramatic," MacKenzie laughs, looking over her shoulder with a teasing smile. "It's a bonding experience."

"Just me proving that I would do anything for the two of you," Will agrees, his smile giving away the lack of true irritation in the room. He pulls a box cutter from the back pocket of his jeans, and Mac hides her pleased laughter by refocusing on the bookshelves.

An hour later, the crib is... slightly more assembled, but even Mac's enthusiasm has dampened. She scowls at the wrinkled paper of instructions, looking back and forth from it to their messy pile of crib pieces. "Why the fuck would they not give us all the correct screws for putting the bars together?"

"I'm pretty sure they did, Mac," Will replies, his voice tired and a wrinkle in his own brow. "I counted all the little bits when I opened it all up... the screw's gotta be here somewhere."

"Damnit," she swears. "Fucking soft carpet that you were sweet enough and stubborn enough to put in all by yourself that's practically the same color as the fucking screws..."

"Hey." Will lays a hand on her shoulder. "Forget the screws, I already have a headache from all this fine print. Why don't we take a lunch break?"

Ordinarily, MacKenzie would want to see the task through to the end, now that she's started it, but she's so damn hungry all the time now that the promise of food could distract her from most anything. "Hm. That does sound nice."

"What are you craving this week?" Her husband asks, beginning a slow massage on her hunched shoulders."You liked it when we made pesto together last week..."

"Mhm," she agrees, closing her eyes. "What's that diner, on the other side of Manhattan... it has all those amazing sandwiches... that chicken panini with the mozzarella and pesto sauce... they make it hot, it's so good."

"I remember that place," Will says, grunting as he stands. Even Mac can hear his knee pop, but he offers her a hand anyway. "Alright. Well, put on a sweater, it's cold as balls out there."

"You're going to be good at this," MacKenzie says, giggling as she presses a kiss to her cheek. "Worrying is already second nature for you."

"Only 'cause I love you so much," Will mutters, pulling her into him and pressing a kiss behind her ear. She smiles, turning to look back at him.

"Well, good. Because I love you, too."

#prompt fill #anon #drabble requests #the newsroom #otp: it’s not but it can be #will mcavoy #mackenzie mchale #pregnancy cw #yay baby fluff!! i am in my element #will x mac

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ljf613 · 2 years

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Sorry I forgot to add prompt list 1 for number 16 Toko

16. “Can you please just hold me?”

Zuko woke up just as the sun was rising above the horizon. That was normal. Blinking awake, he tried to sit up and stretch his arms, only to find that his left arm, along with most of the rest of that side of his body, was pinned beneath someone else. That was also normal. Carefully, he began turning his torso, attempting to wiggle himself loose. He had gotten everything but his lower arm free when he felt a small hand reach out and touch his other arm. That was not normal. "Go back to sleep," he told her, pressing a kiss to her dark hair. "I've got to get up now." Instead of falling back onto the bed, her hand crept around his back, pulling him closer to her. That was very not normal. "Stay," he heard her whisper. "Please." And that was very, very not normal. "Okay, Toph," he said, wrapping his other arm around her. "Whatever you need." He had several things he needed to do that morning. He had advisors he needed to meet with, documents he needed to sign, letters from foreign dignitaries he needed to reply to. He had an almost-five-year-old who would be waking up sometime in the next hour or two and want his attention. But none of that mattered right now. What mattered most right now was the woman in his arms, the woman who clearly needed him. "Do you want me to get you anything?" Zuko asked, stroking her back. "A drink? A healer?" "No," said Toph, shifting her body until her back was pressed to his chest. "Can you please just hold me?" "Of course," he said, folding his arms around hers. This was very, very, very not normal. But if his wife wanted him to hold her, who was he to say no?

Toph closed her eyes, concentrating on the heat at her back and the warmth of her husband's hands. Breathe, she thought. It's going to be okay. Maybe if she told herself that enough times, she'd start to believe it. It's too soon. I'm not ready. I can't go through that again. She pulled her arms tigher around herself, taking another deep breath. Maybe if she didn't think about it, it would go away. Maybe the whole thing was just her imagination. But as her palm brushed against the side of her stomach, she felt it again. That quick, barely-there ba-bump, ba-bump. Toph could pretend all she liked, but she'd done this twice before. She knew exactly what she was feeling. A tiny heartbeat.

Zuko felt his wife's body tremble, and his nose caught the salty scent of her tears. She's crying. It wasn't as though Toph never cried. But it wasn't as though she cried often, either. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he heard her voice, quivering slightly. "D-did you… see her? Before?" For a moment, he couldn't figure out who his wife was talking about. Her? Before what? Oh. "Yeah," he said, burying his nose in her hair. "Yeah, I saw her." "Do you remember what she looked like?" Of course he did. It had only been nine or ten months earlier, but even if he lived to be as old as Sozin, he didn't think he'd ever get the image of that too-tiny body out of his head. That too-still chest, that persistent feeling of wrongness. That instinct to pick her up and shake her, as though it would wake her up. Of course he remembered. "Mhm," he murmured. "Tell me," Toph said. Why? Zuko wanted to say. Why would you even ask that? But this was his wife, and he couldn't deny her anything. "Perfect," he said softly. "She looked perfect." Toph let out another sob, and he pulled her closer, twining his legs with hers.

It wasn't your fault, she'd been told, over and over again. It just happens sometimes. But it felt like her fault. She should have known, should have predicted it, should have done something different. Mothers were supposed to protect their children, not let them die before they'd even been born. Toph's daughter had died without ever taking her first breath. I can't go through that again. I'm not ready. It's too soon. There had been over three years between her first and second. She'd expected at least that long before her next. It hasn't even been a year. But she couldn't lie, especially to herself. "I'm pregnant," she whispered.

For a moment, Zuko froze. I must have heard wrong. But he knew he hadn't. It's going to be okay, he wanted to say. Everything's going to be fine, he wanted to tell her. But he couldn't. Zuko had learnt a long time ago that some things were out of his control. "I'm here," he said instead, moving his hands below her abdomen. "We're both right here."

Toph took another deep breath. She could do this. She wasn't alone. Zuko was right here with her. She rolled over again, turning to face him. Softly, she pressed her lips to the side of his neck, above his pulse. "I love you," she said, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I love you too," her husband replied. They lay there for several long minutes, not speaking. Just holding each other. She was just about to slip back into sleep when she felt the slight shaking of footsteps. There were footsteps coming from all over the palace, of course. Stupid firebenders woke up ridiculously early, and there were already numerous servants and courtiers moving around, getting ready to begin another busy day. But these footsteps were much smaller-- and much faster-- than any of the others. And they were heading right towards their bedroom. "Come on," said Toph, releasing Zuko and sitting up. "We've got company."

Zuko groaned in protest, resenting the sudden absence of warmth. His wife shook his shoulder. "Get up," she said. "Nnnnn," he grumbled, burying his face into his pillow. "Don't want to." "I thought I was supposed to be the one who didn't like getting out of bed in the morning," said Toph. He could hear her snicker. Before he could formulate a response, he heard another voice coming from the hallway. "Where are you, Daddy? It's breakfast time!" Sighing, Zuko stood up, picking his nightrobe off the floor and pulling it around his shoulders. "Guess we know who's really in charge around here," he said. "You sure you really want another one of those running around?" His wife punched his shoulder, giggling.

Toph sensed her husband sticking his head out the door. "I'm coming," he called out. "Mommy and I will be there in a minute!" She smiled, pressing one hand on her stomach, directly above her womb. She could still feel that small, oh-so-quick heartbeat-- but this time, it didn't seem so scary. Whatever happens, I'll be okay. After all, I've got everything I need right here with me. And then she went to join her family for breakfast.

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#avatar the last airbender #short fic #toko #lavababies #toph x zuko #aged up #toph beifong #zuko #my writing #pregnancy #hurt/comfort #tw miscarriage #thanks for the ask!#writing prompt #i know this is from the fluffy list but today i just wanted to write pregnancy angst #i have a lot of thoughts about z&t's fertility issues #otp: that's how i show affection #ask me stuff

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gellertsbumblebee · 1 year

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OTP Pregnancy Prompt... 1.Did Albus get pregnant accidentally, or did he and Gell plan it? 2.Who is more nervous/terrified? Albus or Gell? 3.Is Gellert caring (IE when they go grocery shopping and come home, does Gell stop Albus from lifting them and say "I wont let you hold these heavy groceries, bumblebee?") 4.Is Albus going into labour unexpected (Hey, dont panic or anything, but it might be that my water just broke or something?) or it happend on the day Albus and Gell expected it to happen? Final question! 5.Is Gell in the room while his bumblebee is giving birth? Who is more terriefied? Thanks for answering!

I'm always eager to answer your questions, love! 1.Albus's pregnancy was planned, this happened a year after he and Gell married. 2.Gell is more terrified and Albus is more nervous. 3.Gellert is extremely caring towards the now expecting Albus, he won't let him lift anything heavy or exert himself in any way. 4.Albus's labour is unexpected, while he and Gell are eating one night, he clutches his belly as his water breaks and says "Hey Gell, don't panic or anything, but it might be that my water just broke or something..." Gell says "Shit, hospital now" and takes Albus in his arms, apparating to St. Mungo's with him! 5.Gell is most definitely in the room while his bumblebee is giving birth, holding his hand, kissing his tears away, comforting him, he is terrified, but Gell manages to stay strong for Albus. Albus' non active labour lasts for 40 hours, while his active labour lasts for 3 hours, Albus initially refuses to push, but starts to push after Gell says :"C'mon bumblebee, you gotta push!" After many pushes, Albus gives birth to their first daughter, Destiny Grindelwald-Dumbledore, who has the same affinity for dark magic as her dad, Gellert, does, much to Albus's dismay. After Gell cuts her cord, she is cleaned and swathed, then Allbus holds her he gasps when he sees she has blond hair like Gell and Gell gasps when he sees she has the same blue eyes as Albus. Destiny is the perfect genetic combo of him and Albus! They then head home, Albus is recovering from the birth in bed while Gellert is caring for his "Little Dark Witch,"(this will be come Gell's nickname for Destiny due to them having a shard affinity towards Dark Magic), Albus sees an orb of blue fire over her head and asks "An orb of blue fire? Isn't that one of your spells, Gellert?" To which Gell replies with "Yes, I believe it's my Protego Diabolica spell, Albus. Newlyborn and she's already used dark magic for the first time." End thanks for the ask!

#otp pregnancy prompt #Destiny Grindelwald-Dumbledore #she inherited her tendencies to use dark magic from Gellert #She's already cast Protego Diabolica and she's newlyborn!

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boopsterliv · 2 years

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Hackeratom + Newborn #12

(Hi, I’m Liv, I love taking seemingly sweet prompts and adding on serious emotional conversations between characters. Anyways, this prompt sparked a lot of inspiration! I decided that switching between Zari and Ray wasn’t enough and now Charlie gets her own passage! Gotta love an emotional rollercoaster. Line up everybody! Seriously though, thank you for the prompt. Hackeratom has been so fun to write.

Instead of adding it on my OTPs fic, I’ve decided to make an entirely separate series for fankid fics. It helps me stay less cluttered and more organized with my writing prompt stuff. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38870871 Series Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2898957)

"This fucking sucks!" Zari flopped down on the couch with a dramatic, yet very reasonable, groan. Pregnancy was exciting, and she was more than happy to be having kids with her husband. But it seriously hurt. Especially when she found out she was having twins. Twins!

"Zari, please remain calm." Gideon looked at the medbay screens analytically. She insisted on performing the exams in her robotic body instead of staying hooked up to the ship, which Zari had no problem with. Gideon was one of her best friends, considering how many nights Zari spent in the engineering room talking to her.

“Ugh, I can’t wait to go into labor. I want my babies and I want to stop feeling like shit every time I wake up.” Gideon snorted but smiled at the comment. Zari tapped the arm of the medbay chair as her friend/obstetrician turned back to look at her.

“Everything is healthy and as it should be. I’ll try to find you more remedies for your pain.” As she helped Zari up, Gideon couldn’t help but sigh. “You know, the last time I was overseeing a woman’s pregnancy was with Mrs. Hunter.”

Zari just blinked, completely blanking on a proper response. “Oh.”

But then, Gideon smiled as charmingly as ever. “It’s been quite a long time. I am... more excited now than I was before. New life is something I’ve come to understand since gaining a body. And assisting my team when they have their own offspring is an honor to me.”

“... Gid, have I ever told you that you’re sweet? You should show off that wholesome, caring side more often.”

Gideon mimed gagging, although was clearly amused. “And ruin my reputation? Like hell I’d do that! Thanks for the suggestion, though, love.”

Zari laughed; the pain forgotten for the moment. She then remembered her... babies. “It’s... It’s easy to say I want to go into labor, but Gid... do you think I’ll be a good mom? I’ve spent a lot of my life running from the government and hacking. I’m a superhero. I... I’m nervous. I don’t wanna let them down. Or Ray.”

Silence filled the room for a moment, before Gideon gently took Zari’s arms and sighed. “Zari, you’re one of the strongest people I have come across. And I’ve met many strong people. You’re compassionate and protective. I believe in you. So does Ray and everyone else. You’ll have us to help you along the way if you need it. But, if it makes you feel better, you have a one hundred percent chance of being an incredible mother.”

She just laughed for a second, tears stinging her eyes a little. “Thanks Gideon. I really appreciate it.”

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Ray was freaking out. Like, a lot. Of course, they had all had their doubts about delivering a baby, let alone two, in the medbay. But Gideon was confident in her abilities. Plus, with Caitlin Snow being called in to assist her, she was confident the labor would be fine.

Of course, that all ended when they hit hour nine and the babies still weren’t out. Zari was covered in sweat and screaming (he couldn’t feel his hand from how tight she was squeezing it). Caitlin and Gideon had both decided to send Ray out onto the bridge for a minute to give an update while they prepared a c-section in case nothing changed soon.

“How is she?” Charlie immediately asked.

“Uh... in pain. A lot of pain. But the docs have got it handled!” He was jittery, but no one was willing to call him out on it. “I’m going to head back in. I’ll come out when the babies are here.”

An uproar started between the crew about who would hold the babies first and what kind of gifts they’d get for the little ones. The noise and faux arguing kept them busy. Ray faintly smiled and walked back silently, heart pounding, but when he reached the medbay doors he finally heard the footsteps behind him. He turned around to see Leonard standing there, hands in his pockets and looking unusually out of his element.

“... Is something wrong, Snart?”

He got his bravado back and smirked a little. “Not with me. I saw how you were back there.”

Ray chuckled. “Well, fatherhood is pretty big. I want what’s best for the kids. I’m just... nervous, that’s all. I mean, I could turn out to be horrible even if I do my best. I don’t want to let them or Zari down.”

Leonard stood still for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Raymond, believe it or not I actually view you as a very close friend. Don’t tell anyone, I will deny it.” Ray snorted. “I know a thing or two about bad dads. I know you know about how shitty my old man was. And I don’t need to be Gideon to calculate how good of a father you’ll be.”

Ray was already close to tearing up (he was an emotional person, okay?), but held the tears in as Snart took another deep breath before he continued. “Look, you’re an incredibly, for lack of a better term, loving person. No matter who on the team snaps at you or ignores you all you do is respond with compliments and forgiveness. If I thought you weren’t going to be a good father, you would end up a cold case that won’t be solved for the rest of time.”

He knew not to take offense to that or be afraid. Snart wasn’t threatening him, not really. He was making a point, and Ray saw it. He had worked with Captain Cold long enough to somehow understand the morbid statements he threw out didn’t mean he wanted him dead.

“Point is,” Leonard continued, “you’re a good human being. You’ll be fine, trust me. I... respect you Raymond. More than you’d probably think. Those kids are going to look up to you and Zari. Two badasses who are compassionate to everyone and are protective of their family. You’re going to be the best father, and I can only hope that when Sara and I have kids that I’ll be half the man you are.”

Okay, now Ray was crying. He tried going for a hug, but Leonard just held up his hand. “No.”

“Fine, fine.” He laughed and smiled while wiping his tears. “Thanks, Snart. That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Don’t get used to it.” There was the classic Cold response. Ray nodded before turning back to the door. Before he went in, he looked over his shoulder.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Leonard. You’ll be an amazing father one day.”

He then went into the medbay, not noticing Leonard’s gentler and more thoughtful smile in response to his words.

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Charlie was about ready to scream. Zari was in pain, her best friend was in pain, and all she could do was wait. Oh, this was unbearable. Lenny came back and sat down, whispering to Sara about something. But that wasn’t important right now! What’s important is that her bloody friend is going through a painful and lifechanging experience and she was trying not to think about the pain part.

Back in her more fearful godhood days, Charlie had given children to the humans who wanted them. Now that those days were over and she was in her ‘party phase’ (as she liked to call it), she couldn’t control whether or not everything worked out okay. It wracked her with anxiety and she bit her nails, a nervous habit that didn’t really hurt her considering a shapeshifter could always grow them back.

Just then, as if the man was somehow psychic, Ray Palmer came running into the room. He stopped and panting, a wide grin on his face and tears rolling down his cheeks. “They’re here!”

Charlie hopped up, the first one to run to the Medbay, leaving Ray in the dust. She ran through the open door. “Where’s the kiddos?!”

Zari laughed tiredly, exhausted and crying but looking good for the most part, sitting up and looking at them. Next to her bed were two bassinettes, each with a little baby inside. “Right here.”

Ray (and the others) came back in as Charlie went to go see the little ones. All babies looked pretty similar when they were born. But Charlie could see the subtle start of strong facial features. They had skin darker than Ray’s but lighter than Zari’s. They were so little but resembled their parents so much already. Oh fuck, she was about to cry!

One of the little bundles of joy started crying, an obvious sign they were hungry. Caitlin, who was silently tearing up behind them, grabbed a bottle for them. Zari went to pick them up before Ray beat her to it, gently grabbing the baby (his kid!) and cradling them in his arms.

“Nope. You dealt with them for 9 months. Now it's my turn.”

Zari smiled so wide it nearly broke Charlie’s composure, but she stayed strong. She could do this. She wasn’t going to cry.

“So, what are their names?” Sara asked, hand on her hip as she looked at the still sleeping baby.

Ray smiled wide as he fed the baby, looking at Zari. “You want to tell them?”

She nodded. “I’d like to introduce to the Waverider crew their newest members: Behrad Charley Palmer-Tomaz and Anna Nasreen Palmer-Tomaz.”

Charlie took a deep breath. No crying, no crying. She could keep it in. But she was also internally screaming because her best friend named her kid after her! Must stay calm and collected. “Zari... that is one of the sweetest things ever. You... you named your kid after me...”

“Speaking of you guys,” Ray cut in, “we’ve also decided on who to ask about being godparents. They’re more of a secondary guardian if anything were to happen to us, instead of something religious. Zari and I liked the idea of them also being potential mentors if the kids want to enter the family business.”

His wife nodded in agreement. “Ray and I spent a lot of time talking this out. We love all of you, some of you reluctantly-” John barked out a laugh. “-but we could only choose a few. Don’t get it twisted, though. I know for a fact you guys’ll still spoiled the kids rotten.”

Murmurs of agreement were heard all around as Ray cleared his throat. “So, uh, I guess I just ask this, huh? Okay.” He took a deep breath. “Um, Nate, Gideon. Would you like to be Anna’s godparents?”

The historian immediately broke into tears while the AI looked like she would’ve cried if she was flesh and blood. It was a resounding yes on their ends.

“Alright, Mick, Sara.” Zari looked at the two intently. “Would you like to be Behrad’s godparents?”

Mick blinked before a shrug, although Charlie could tell he was trying not to tear up. Sara wasn’t one to cry much and just nodded with the widest smile she’d probably ever seen in her life.

“And Charlie.” The shapeshifter looked up. She hadn’t been asked to be a godparent, and that was honestly okay with her. She wouldn’t complain. They named their son after her. That was more than enough. But Ray still had hope in his eyes. “Zari and I decided that you were our closest friend. And that’s why we were hoping you would be a godparent of both of them.”

And there came the tears. “Y-You want me to be...”

“The Allfather!” Ray exclaimed cheerfully, although made sure he was quiet considering Anna was falling asleep in his arms.

Zari rolled her eyes. “That’s Ray’s nerd term for it, but I’m assuming you get the gist.”

Charlie nodded, rushing to gently hug Zari, before giving Ray a pat on the arm. “Of course I’ll be! Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Zari laughed, while conversation started up in the room. Those who felt comfortable took turns holding the babies. Zari looked up at her husband as their teammates talked amongst themselves about them.

“They’re gonna be spoiled rotten, aren’t they?”

Ray grinned. “Oh, one hundred percent.”

---

In the end, the birth of the Palmer-Tomaz twins was an emotional night to say the least. Ray and Zari being the second and third of the Waverider crew to have children, and unsure how exposure to the temporal zone could affect any children they had. Anna and Behrad would later grow up to be powerful time traveling superheroes in their own right, but that’s another story.

One thing is for certain, though. They were one hundred percent spoiled rotten. It just happens when the Legends are your family.

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withahappyrefrain · 2 months

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“I love you, but that’s a terrible idea” from the January OTP prompts for Jake and Venus pretty please :)

"I love you, but that's a terrible idea," Venus stated, taking her eyes off the screen to face her husband.

"So is that a no?" Jake asked, trying to emulate a puppy dog with his green eyes. If their relationship was still fresh, it would have worked.

"You're really asking that in regards to our baby having a cowboy themed nursery?" Venus deadpanned.

"It's cute! They can have little cowboy boots and a stuffed horse, as well as some-"

"We are not getting them Longhorn themed stuff Jake. I was lenient with the dog, but I draw the line at indoctrinating our children," she placed her hands on her stomach. While she was far from showing, it was already an instinct.

"I want it to be known that I did not indulge that much when it came to getting Okra Longhorn themed things. They have one jersey and one toy," Jake said, putting his hands up in defense.

"And what, you think that deserves a reward or something?" Venus rolled her eyes as she paused the Bachelor episode she and Jake had been watching.

"I think we should at least get baby Seresin a matching jersey. Think of how cute the pictures would be. We could also get them a horsie blanket, a brown cow ottoman-"

"Did you say brown cow ottoman? Wait, have you been looking at stuff already?"

Jake moved so he was sitting next to her on the couch. Grabbing his hand with one hand and placing the other on her stomach.

"I'm not an amateur V, I have a Pinterest board," Jake said with the complete sincerity that she both loved and was confused by.

"I'm only six weeks along, why the rush?" She asked, resting her head on Jake's shoulder. The smell of Cedarwood calmed her, reminding her that he was here. She snaked an arm around his shoulders, her fingers quickly finding his scalp to massage.

Jake sighed, fighting back the urge to roll it off. She would know and he knew better. Plus she would stop her world famous massages.

Always a step ahead, she quickly added, "And don't tell me it's nothing because I have that pregnancy intuition now."

Jake's brows knitted together, "Pregnancy intuition?"

"Yeah, I'm like ninety percent sure it's a thing."

Jake rolled his eyes, though a small smile remained on his face, "Is that what you're going to say when you want to be right?"

She leaned in, a devious smirk on her face, "Are you going to tell me I'm wrong?"

The comment got a smile out of Jake, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders as he laughed. A domino effect, as it got a laugh out of Venus as well, her smirk melting away into a sweet smile.

Jake shifted, laying his head on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"This upcoming class is going to be tough according to Cyclone which means I'll be spending more time at work and I... I don't want to miss anything."

Instead of responding immediately, she simply pressed a kiss to his forehead. Her hand found his, bringing it to her stomach.

"You're not going to miss anything. I mean, probably me throwing up-"

"But then who's going to hold your hair?" Jake asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

He truly didn't want to miss anything.

Call it pregnancy hormones or being in love for years, but it nearly brought tears to her eyes.

"I have ponytail holders. But I promise, you will be the first to know when baby Seresin is making me throw up. And you'll be there to set up our nursery, which will not be cowboy themed but I'm willing to entertain the idea of a baby cow ottoman to rest my feet on."

It brought a smile to Jake's face, though it didn't completely put his mind at ease. This would be his first true test as a Top Gun instructor and it couldn't have come at a worse time.

"Besides, if Cyclone keeps you from me, I'll call him personally," Venus explained as she reached for the remote, resuming the rose ceremony.

"How....how do you have his number?" Jake asked, thoughts of missing baby time being replaced by the potential of his wife committing some kind of felony.

"I have my sources," was all she said before getting the bowl of popcorn.

It took Jake a few moments before it hit him.

"Bob?"

"Wanted to thank me for introducing him to his wife."

#my writing #jake seresin #jake Hangman seresin #jake seresin x oc #hangman imagine #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin oneshot #jake hangman seresin #hangman fanfiction #top gun hangman #hangman fluff #hangman fic #jake sersin fluff

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neteyamsoare · 10 months

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1,3k Special Event!

Notes. So I noticed I hit 1,3k followers, almost to 1,4k and I'm so happy and really appreciate every one of you that are still here with me and want to thank each of you that support my works by doing this celebration!! I didn't get to do one for when I hit 1k but this will make up for that!! These prompts are mostly fluffy since that's the easiest genre I can write but some will be smutty or angsty. | Reblogs are appreciated but not pressured!!

Rules. Please look at my rules to see who I write. | When sending prompts, specify the name of the list it came from + specify the number or the quote of the prompt + the genre of the prompt + the character you want it with. | You can send multiple if you want, and you can also combine | If I already receive a prompt for another character, I'll probably do it for another if requested but it depends on if I get another idea for it, I'll always let you know. | No death endings!!

Tagging some moots like I did in my last event (anyone can do this but don't feel pressured to): @love-chx @neteyamyawne @neteyamsyawntu @23victoria @gayfornatasharomanoff @tiredmamaissy @dreamingofpandora @teyamsatan @shit-i-say-shit-i-think @samistars @saeayanaa @savvysscandles @violilaqrs

◦ Masterlist + Request Here!

◦ "and they were roommates!" - friends to lovers prompts (roomie edition)

◦ In Bed Together - Otp Prompts

◦ Domestic Prompts

◦ domestic/relationship situation prompts that make my heart warm:

◦ (pre-dating) domestic prompts

◦ some more domestic fluff prompts

◦ Grumpy x sunshine dialogues & scenarios

◦ "babe, i beg you let's go back to the day we loved"- exes to lovers dialogue

◦ 🐝 * ― 𝑭𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

◦ 🐝 * ― 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑨𝒀 ‘𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼’.

◦ 🐝 * ― 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺.

◦ 🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

◦ 🐝 * ― 𝑬𝑿𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

◦ 🐝 * ― 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

◦ 🐝 * ― 𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

◦ &. 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

◦ Pregnancy Dialogue

◦ Prompts for the morning after

◦ Soft angst sentence starters

◦ Jealous Prompts

◦ jealousy dialogue starters

◦ more jealousy dialogue starters

◦ List of “and they were childhood best friends” prompts

◦ List of random dialogue prompts

◦ morning after dialogues

◦ friends to lovers my beloved

◦ drunk prompts

◦ 50 prompts (Fluff + Angst)

◦ Love realization prompts

◦ ❝ PERSISTENT LOVE. ❞

◦ List of “I swear I’m not drunk” prompts

◦ ❝DEEP LOVE❞

◦ Sleepy Prompts

◦ Sleepy Prompts II

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hughes86-43 · 1 month

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PROMPT LISTS

who I write for: jack hughes, luke hughes, quinn hughes, jeremy swayman, mat barzal, trevor zegras, cole caufield, nico hischier

🪩 fluff prompts

🪩 more fluff prompts

🪩 enemies to lovers

🪩 sick otp oneliners

🪩 play fighting oneliners

🪩 pregnancy/starting a family prompts

🪩 fluff / angst prompts (not the soulmate)

🪩 angry love confessions

🪩 jealously prompts

🪩 domestic otp w children prompts

🪩 falling in love prompts

🪩 “i want to save this relationship” prompts

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the-bar-sinister · 19 days

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Fandom | Fanfiction | Self Ship | Whump

👉 he/they | queer | married | adult | elder millennial

👉 plural | fictionkin (serious/spiritual)

👉 Muti shipper | Poly shipper

Our Website | Our System Directory | Our F/O lists

Archive of our Own account

No DNI we block at will 🫡

Frequent tags:

Selfship

Villain f/o

whump prompts

text post meme

blog updates

friend mail

Current Fixation: Ace Atttorney.

Source fandoms: Resident Evil, Metal Gear, Marvel Comics, Persona games, Slayers anime, GTA V, Great/Ace Attorney, Homestuck, Danganronpa, Fire Emblem Three Houses, Urusei Yatsura, Digimon, Girls Frontline, Steven Universe, Pathologic, Jem & The Holograms, Peter Pan, Welcome to Demon School, Disgaea, Sherlock Holmes media

non-source fandoms: Invader Zim, ABC’s Lost, Twin Peaks, Silent Hill, Star Wars, Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, Vampire Chronicles (books), Doctor Who Labyrinth, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Final Fantasy (4-9), Pokemon, Black Lagoon, Miami Vice, Bioshock, Bioshock Infinite, Prey 2017, Dishonored, Call of Duty, Red Dead Redemption, Frankenstein, the Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Gargoyles, Fallout New Vegas

Favorite genres: horror, mystery, thriller, noir, crime fiction, psychological thriller, supernatural horror, sci fi horror, gothic lit

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Shipping, plurality and squick explanations under the cut.

Our ships: We are a polyshipper and a multishipper. We ship multiple characters together in the same context, in the same relationship, in the same fics etc.

A "ship" for us does not equal in OTP or an ideal relationship. We use the word "ship" to denote any romantic or sexual relationship between two characters, even when that relationship is unhealthy, toxic, twisted, and bad for one or both participants. Ships are a narrative tool, not something aspirational.

Plurality: We are a plural system– many people living together in one body. We have been plural since we were children, and we have been blogging about our plurality for 15+ years.

Please do not use psychiatric or pathologizing terminology for our plurality. We do not refer to ourselves with terms like DID, alter, or introject, and our system members do not have defined roles.

Our preferred terminology is: plural, system member, and fictive.

System members tend to sign or tag posts and refer to one another with a two emoji 'signature' rather than a name. Unsigned posts are understood to be a product of multiple members or a joint consensus.

squicks / tropes we prefer to avoid

non-con of any kind (but especially underage non-con and non-con incest)

pregnancy & babies (especially as the joyful and expected result of a romantic hetero-presenting relationship)

nonbinary or trans characters deciding it's better for them to perform their assigned gender at birth

Characters submitting to the will of a lawful aligned god.

Parental control and discipline being shown as narratively positive and correct

characters giving up their careers and aspirations and 'settling down' when they fall in love

prophecies that are unavoidable and/or narratively depicted as inherently good and just

characters following the life-path set out for them by their parents/following in their parents footsteps

filial duty and filial piety in general

pretty much anything to do with traditional family structures, gender roles, and lawful aligned religion, honestly

wing whump / characters having their monstrous or inhuman traits harmed

monstrous or inhuman characters becoming human (especially when presented as positive)

soul destruction / soul death

characters being metaphysically kept apart for all time

any kind of 'conversion therapy' or metaphorical conversion therapy (especially being portrayed as positive)

We are:

non-christian | magical practitioner | chaotic neutral

polyamorous | largely aplatonic

trauma survivor | abuse survivor

Weird | Freakish | Monstrous

on sibling coded ships

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theycallme-thejackal · 2 years

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lenny finding out midge is pregnant😗

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

He realizes it before she does.

There's usually a few days a month that their adult activities are limited to the shower. That didn't happen this month. Or the month before.

It's not as though they have sex every single day, but...well, it's close enough.

Lenny furrows his brow as he thinks back. Midge is smart about keeping track, but she's been really busy lately, and he wonders...

"Hey, sweetheart?" He calls into the bathroom as she showers. "Uh, this is a little bit of a weird question, and don't ask me how I came to this conclusion, but..."

"...Lenny?"

"Is there a chance you're pregnant?"

There's a long pause before she pops her head out from behind the curtain, clutching it to her body. He stifles a laugh at the suds still in her hair. "Pregnant?" She repeats, her eyes wide. "Why would you - "

Then her eyes start to dart back and forth, and he knows she's doing the same calculations he just went through a few minutes ago. After a moment her eyes widen. "I think I'm pregnant," she gasps.

"Yeah, I know. I just told you," he quips. Her fingers tighten on the shower curtain in front of her as she watches him, and he smiles. "You should probably call your doctor when you get out of there."

"Right," she says, closing the curtain. He peeks his head in after her. "Lenny!" She scolds playfully.

"What can I say? I like your ass."

She flicks water at his face but doesn't cover up as she rinses the shampoo from her hair. He ducks out again, settling himself against the counter and dabbing his face with her towel.

Her hand pokes out a few minutes later, reaching for the towel that Lenny now holds in his arms as he stifles a laugh. "Lenny!" She laughs again as her head emerges from the shower.

"Really, Midge, you're wet and naked in there. You expect me to not play dirty?"

"You ever want to play dirty with me again, you'll give me that towel," she retorts with a tilt of her chin.

He laughs and hands it over. She steps out of the shower with it wrapped around her body. He watches her with a happy smile on his face. "What?" She asks.

"You might be having our baby," he reminds her.

She smiles back. "I really hope I'm having our baby," she admits quietly.

---

Two weeks later...

"Who was that?" Midge asks as she fastens one of her earrings.

A grin spreads over Lenny's face as he hangs up the phone. "You're pregnant."

His wife looks up at him with wide eyes. "I am?" She breathes.

He nods in response, scooping her up in his arms and spinning her around as she laughs happily. When he sets her down, he kisses her deeply.

"You know, it's usually the wife informing the husband that she's pregnant," Midge points out as they part.

"We've never done conventional before, so I figured why start now?"

She laughs and kisses him again.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #writing prompt #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #answers #fluff #family #sweet #comedy #pregnancy #baby

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cloudofbutterflies92 · 3 months

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If you're taking the OTP Prompts, how about "23- Write about your ship supporting each other through a hard time." for Simon and Eden?

Hey darlings, thanks for the request (sorry for the delay 😭😭).Before starting I'll just tell you that this piece is shortly after the end of MW2 and is more or less a clue to what will happen in MW3, however one of the main themes of the story from Eden's point of view, the motherhood.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

"Nothing, I still wonder why I try this crap," Eden sat in the bathroom and looked at the pregnancy test, which was still negative. She knew it was useless to keep trying, that her stubbornness would get her nowhere this time.

She had come home early, she had been in a lot of pain and nausea lately, she thought it was finally a good sign. Instead, the test came back negative. As usual.

"I'm home, honey" Simon's deep voice from downstairs made her get up from the toilet bowl. He was definitely not supposed to see her in that sorry state.

"I'm coming" she wiped away her tears and left the room, watching as he returned, the first thing he did was kiss her on the forehead. It was one of the most traditional gestures for them as a couple when he greeted her.

"I brought you mochi, I know you like them. I left them downstairs."

"I'm not that hungry, the nausea is killing me," the brunette tried to pretend. Simon's gesture of lifting her face by the chin, just that, was enough to make her realize that the plan had failed.

"You know you don't have to lie, Edie, I saw the pharmacy receipt."

Hiding it certainly wouldn't have helped, so she gestured to his bed for him to sit down. As soon as he did, she followed and sat on him, pregnancy test in hand.

"It's negative, and I even tried. I'd like to fry myself."

"Edie, listen to me."

"I'm a wreck, Simon, all the women I know have kids. What about me? I guess with the problems I have."

He silenced her with a quick kiss, moving a few strands of raven hair across her face. Seeing her like that broke his heart; he knew she cared so much about having a family and he didn't want her to think she was worthless.

"Do you really think it matters to me if you look like this or have a tribe of children?" He planted kisses on her face.

"Simon, don't joke."

"I'm not joking, I'm dead serious and you know" Simon stopped smiling to show how serious he was. Eden knew very well that when he had that expression on his face, he was being sincere and not teasing her.

"You know, when we were separated for that time in Las Almas, I thought so much about looking for another person, or worse, being alone again. But no one would give me what you are giving me, love and a place I am proud to call home. And then there is adoption, just in case," he ran his thumb over her eyelash, still wet with tears.

They broke up that time...they had a really bad fight because Simon decided to work with Graves; Eden had never liked the Shadow Company commander, especially his methods.

Then the whole mess in Las Almas and the newfound harmony. She was grateful to be able to say that she was his fiancée; they had faced many difficulties but had managed to overcome them.

"Look, if I have to cry about your bullshit," she jokingly saw him smile with thirty-two teeth.

"Missus how about you prepare me a hot bath, maybe with a massage?" he watched her get up and walk to the bathroom door.

"I'll get the towels and the bath salts. And get the mochi from Mr. Orange," before turning around one last time.

"Ehy, I love you."

"I love you too."

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youneedsomeprompts · 1 year

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Not sure if you’ve done it already or not, but any suggestions for cute, fluffy pregnancy prompts?

I've made some fluffy pregnancy prompts in the past <3:

20 pregnancy and baby prompts

20 more pregnancy prompts

Also, some other related prompt lists that might be helpful:

20 OTP with children prompts

20 more domestic OTP with children prompts

15 co-parenting prompts

#hope this helps #pregnancy prompts #pregnancy tw #pregnancy cw

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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21 for the Bradshaws??

21. A surprise visitor

Your first pregnancy had not been easy so far. Between the intense morning sickness and the perinatal anxiety, the first trimester had been kicking your butt. After almost a year of trying to get pregnant, you were intensely grateful to be carrying a child and you tried not to dwell on the hard things, but it wasn’t always easy.

It was times like these that you really missed your mom and wished she didn’t live all the way across the country. Penny, Phoenix, and all your other girlfriends were a constant source of female support, but there was nothing quite like having your mom there to hold your hand and remind you that everything was going to be okay.

You and your mom FaceTimed constantly, and she was planning to fly out to San Diego as soon as the baby was born. But you’d be lying if you said there weren’t times when you shed a few tears after getting off the phone with her, wishing she could be with you now.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” Bradley murmured soothingly one night when you broke down crying after ending a FaceTime call. “I know you miss her so much,” he added gently, rubbing your back and tucking your head underneath his chin.

“At least I have you,” you whispered, your tears trickling down your cheeks as you buried your face in your husband’s chest. You knew that he understood better than anyone the pain of missing your mother.

Bradley nodded, pressing delicate kisses to the top of your head. “You’ll always have me,” he assured you, holding you close.

A week later, as Bradley was kissing you goodbye on his way to work, he turned back, as if remembering something at the last minute. “Oh, baby, I’m going to be home a little later than usual tonight. I have to run a few quick errands after work. I’ll pick up dinner on my way in,” he told you, giving you one more quick peck before departing.

You were just finishing setting the table later that evening when you heard the front door of your apartment opening.

“Honey?” Bradley called out, sounding like he was rolling something heavy behind him.

“In the kitchen!” you called back, setting two glasses down on the table.

“There’s someone here who wants to see you, baby,” he told you. You could hear the smile in his voice.

Figuring it was Mav or Penny, you wiped your hands on the front of your sundress and stepped out into the front entryway, gasping when you spotted the woman standing beside Bradley.

“Mom!” you cried out, immediately running into her open arms and sobbing as she rocked you in her embrace, just as she did when you were little.

Bradley beamed as he watched the two of you, rolling your mom’s suitcase against the wall. Nothing brought him more joy than being able to surprise you like this.

“What are you doing here?” you finally managed to get out, pulling back to look into your mother’s eyes.

“Bradley called me last week and told me how much you were missing me,” your mom explained with a smile, wiping your tears away with her thumbs. “He already had the flights all planned,” she added, beaming at her son-in-law. “You do have one amazing husband, my love.”

“Yes, I do,” you nodded, stepping out of your mom’s arms so that you could fling yourself into your husband’s.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips, kissing him softly.

Grinning, he stroked your back tenderly and rested his forehead against yours. “I love you, too.”

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