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tojikai · 10 months

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Pairing: Gojo x reader

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, mean!gojo(kinda), babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments

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One woman’s life lesson is another woman’s better man.

❧ babydaddy!Gojo intentionally runs into you when you’re buying groceries just to show you his girlfriend. The woman was your classmate from high school. At the first meeting, she was shy and tried avoiding your gaze but Satoru just had to call you and ask something about your daughter. Completely unnecessary but he’s just that much of a jerk. Once was considered an accident. But when it happened two, then three times, you already know that you have to change your shopping schedule.

❧ babydaddy!Gojo picks up his daughter from your house an hour late, rubbing on your face that he overslept because he spent “some time” with his girlfriend last night. Distasteful and disrespectful, but you let it slide cause he seems happy. You don’t want to be a killjoy, right? You were never his girlfriend, to begin with. Just someone he got pregnant from a one-night stand.

❧ babydaddy!Gojo posts pictures of his day out with his daughter online. His girlfriend carrying your kid as the three of them wear matching Mickey and Minnie Mouse headbands. You could only scroll past and continue your work to busy yourself. Maybe you should stop lurking around social media and just use your phone for important messages. Maybe you should also lose feelings for someone who never harbored genuine ones for you in the first place.

❧ babydaddy!Gojo always lets his girlfriend open the door for you when you’re picking up your daughter from his house on weekends. He leans back on the couch, watching you grab your daughter’s things, opening his arms to cuddle with his girlfriend before you even get to walk out the door. It made you feel pathetic and small but what can you do? There’s simply no place for you in that house.

❧ babydaddy!Gojo insists that you spend more time together for the sake of your daughter. You agreed to it and now, you had to sit in the back of the car with your daughter as he drives his girlfriend to work. It made you feel sick and nauseous that you were only able to spend half a day with them before you decided to go home and sleep the day away. Maybe when you wake up, you’ll find it in you to hate him.

“Mommy? Call her, love.” Gojo used a higher voice to encourage his daughter to call you. He knows that he was foul for what happened earlier. But what is he gonna do? He can’t reject his girlfriend’s request, plus it was only a ride. It’s not like she was with you for the whole day. Still, he doesn’t think it’s the reason why you left early. You might be feeling…tired. Even if it was Saturday yesterday and you have no work. You might still feel fatigued on Sunday, right?

“Mama!” The little girl mimicked pointing upstairs. Satoru sighed placing her little bag on a nearby chair as he made his way upstairs. He figured that if you’re still asleep, he could just wait for you to wake up and just look after his daughter here. You’re a single mother for 4 days a week, and on top of that, you also have work. You literally don’t have time to rest. He told himself that he needs to stop messing around just to get a reaction from you.

Reaching your room, Satoru knocked on the door three times, calling out your name when you didn’t answer. “Wait a second.” You voiced out from the other side, “I’m just gonna call my mom, can you wait for her?” You suppressed a cough at the end of the sentence but it didn’t go unnoticed by Satoru. “Are you sick? I could take her back to my house, we’ll look after her until you feel better. ” The suggestion made your stomach churn. They get to play house with your kid and here you are, being miserable.

You shook your head, realizing how bitter you sounded. She wasn’t unkind in any way to your baby but something in you hurts when you think of them giving your daughter the family experience that you cannot provide. You and Satoru tried to work things out but you just can’t get on the same page. Instead of trying to be better for you and your daughter, he decided to fuck around and date someone else instead.

You wouldn’t say that your name was clean. What with a couple of threats such as finding someone who could act right. You just didn’t think that he’d really leave. It hurt but now you’re getting yourself used to the feeling. Maybe he just couldn’t act right with you. Because why is he so good with his girlfriend now? She tamed him, as he once boasted to you during a fight.

“I’m stuck with a child that I have with you, but not with you.” He pointed out, leaving a searing pain in your chest. “There’s no way I’m letting that happen.” Tears were starting to form in your eyes as the words come out of his mouth. How could he say something so cruel to you, the mother of his child? All you did was tell him that his girlfriend was getting kind of too much after she told you what to do with your child. And now he’s making you the villain.

“I just told her that—” You tried to explain, voice starting to shake. “If that’s all you did, she wouldn’t come to me crying, Y/N.” You just can’t believe that you’re fighting over this. You already have so much to think about and now this, you also have to be cautious about his girl. “She told you herself, I just didn’t want her telling me how to raise my child!”

“Of course, she wouldn’t tell me that you’re being harsh to her. Unlike you, she’s actually kind and considerate of other people’s feelings.” You looked down, letting out a strangled sob escape your throat before quickly wiping away the forming tears in your eyes as you turn away from him. Why was he never this defensive of you? He didn’t even try to fight for you when his girlfriend convinced him to take your daughter with them on a trip. Without your permission.

And now he’s talking as if you’ve been nothing but a disturbance in his relationship with her. Everything's just unfair. Yet, you just let it slide because you wanted nothing but peace for your baby. “I don’t want to have this conversation with you anymore, Satoru. You’ve said enough.” You sniffed, walking to your daughter’s room to check if the noises woke her up. Satoru was left standing there, processing all the things that he said.

He watched you disappear into the dark hallway of your apartment, shoulders shaking with your head hung low. Even if he can’t see your face, he can tell that you’re crying and it made him feel like shit. He went overboard, didn’t he? “Fuck.” He threw his keys on the couch, running his fingers through his hair. He wanted to apologize but at the same time, he wanted to prove his point. His girlfriend was only trying to help and you took it the wrong way.

At that time, Satoru thought that maybe she was right. You’re just getting kinda jealous that she could spend time with your daughter and Satoru more and now you’re being too sensitive, letting out your irritation on her. She said that it was a natural feeling for a mother to feel that way but Satoru can’t let you treat his girlfriend like shit just because of your pettiness and jealousy. You have to learn to adjust and accept that some things are gonna be the way they are because of your setup.

As for you, you felt hurt. Neglected even when you know that you’re not supposed to receive as much attention, much less protection from him. His priority is your child, but not you. You have no choice but to talk and work everything out with them for the sake of your daughter. You know that you could start dating someone of your choice but you wished that it would be that easy. You just want to focus on your daughter and if you’re gonna find someone, you want them to love her as much as you do.

You wonder what you lacked that couldn’t soften him the way he did to her. You started to think that you’re the problem and that is why you couldn’t fix him as easily as she did.

You stood up, opening the door for him seeing your two-year-old, reach out to you. “Mama’s sick, love, sorry.” You covered your mouth, blinking away the heaviness in your eyes. Satoru watched you pack your daughter’s things. “If you’re gonna be busy, just tell me. I’ll just contact Mom. She can be with you for a few days, just until my cold is gone.” You murmured, counting the diapers to put in her baby bag.

You don’t want to be away from her, but letting her stay with you when you’re like this puts her at risk and that’s the last thing you want. You can’t stand seeing your daughter through pain and you’re pretty sure it’s the same for his dad. Begrudgingly, you placed the bag in front of Satoru before reaching over for her favorite toy. You smiled at how she squealed when she saw it.

“You know we’re never too busy to take care of her. Just rest, so you’ll get better soon.” You swallowed, nodding your head slowly as you thought of what else they should take. “Yeah, I’ll be picking her up.” You kept your distance from her, sitting down as you felt your head spinning a bit. “Do you...do you have medicine, though? I could get some if you want,” Satoru can tell that you’re really sick and despite his situation with you, he can’t just let you be when you’re like this. You’re still the mother of his child.

“No, it’s fine. I have some here. Just take care of her.” Your voice was hoarse and your daughter was starting to reach out for you again as if sensing that something was wrong so you urged Satoru to get going. “Be good, okay?” You waved as she watched you with her curious eyes but waved back, nonetheless. You wouldn’t admit it but you feel envious that they could be happy together with her. You’re afraid that one day she’ll prefer being with them over you.

As for your feelings for Satoru, you hated thinking or talking about it. You’re obviously in love with him, but you wouldn’t acknowledge that yourself, either. You fought too much, you hurt each other too much. Other than that, there’s no point for your feelings now that he has someone he really loves and truly cares about.

You never experienced the boyfriend-girlfriend stage with Satoru. It’s like one day, you just woke up and you’re already parents. You can’t blame him for not having real feelings for you. You do your best to be as civil to them as you can be but sometimes his girlfriend’s just out of bounds. And after a couple of painful fights with Satoru regarding her, it just became too much for you.

You’re just tired of feeling like a wedge to someone’s healthy relationship. That’s how Satoru makes you feel and you just can’t take any ache from that.

Another thing that you deny to yourself is the hope that you might fix this all. There are always what-ifs in your mind, and you would never tell Satoru about them. He’ll probably laugh at you and your threats that you’re gonna be with someone who truly makes you happy. You would never destroy his relationship just because yours didn’t work. If you have to cover your eyes, look away and pretend to be deaf every time they’re around you, you would.

You often think about what it would be like if he settled down with his girl; if they decided to get married and have a family of their own. You don’t want your daughter to feel left out. You don’t want her to feel like she doesn’t have her own family in the middle of them. You also wondered if you’d have moved on by then. You hope so. You don’t want to be this pitiful and heartbroken forever.

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After a couple of days, you’re finally feeling well. You got up early and sent Satoru a text that you’ll be picking up your baby in a few hours. You missed her and her giggles so much. The house was clean during the past days but you very much prefer it to be messy, as long a she’s there. You’ll never mind getting up in the middle of the night or waking up extra early for her.

Arriving at Satoru’s residence, you rang the doorbell as you waited patiently for someone to open the gate for you. You were hoping that it would be your baby girl, extending her short, chubby arms to you but instead, it was Satoru’s girlfriend. “Come in, she’s still playing inside.” She smiled at you, opening the metal door wider. “Thanks, I messaged Satoru that I was coming to pick her up. Is she ready?” You asked her as you walked to their front door.

“She is, but she’s kinda fussy about it. Satoru bought her a huge playpen and she just wouldn’t get out of it. She’s enjoying a lot.” She tucked a hair behind her ear and you can’t help but feel conscious of how you look. Opening the door, you were welcomed by the sight of Satoru lying down with his daughter in the said enclosure. She was fiddling with a toy as they watched on the big screen.

Her favorite toy was at the corner, and for some reason, it left a pang in your chest.

“Sweetie, someone’s here for you.” You hated the way she phrased it but you know that she doesn’t mean for it to be offensive or rude to you. The little girl looked up with her binky in her mouth, blinking before smiling at you. “Oh, you’re already here. She wouldn’t let me out of the playpen.” Satoru explained, probably thinking that you didn’t appreciate that it had to be his girlfriend opening the door for you.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind.” This place always made you feel like you’re an outsider. Probably because you are and it didn’t help that they’re making you feel like it. “Mama!” She waved at you, pointing at the screen as she sat down. “That’s a nice show, love. Maybe we could just continue watching it at home?” You know that she doesn’t have a big playpen there. The screen isn’t that big, either. She suddenly lied back down, whimpering as she kicked her tiny feet. You felt like telling her that you’d work hard to buy her that too.

She doesn’t want to go home yet and that’s what you feared.

“Baby, mom’s here. She missed you.” Satoru called out but to no avail. He came to lift her up, trying to see if she was just being too lazy to get up. Her eyes were glued to the television as she sucked on her pacifier. She was too into it, pointing the show to everyone before smiling at you. Oh, how you missed that smile. “Let’s go, now.” You cooed at her, softly clapping your hands.

When you tried to reach for her as Satoru leans her close to you, she started wiggling around. “Down, Mama! Wait.” Her cute language never ceases to make your heart swell with joy despite the fact that she’s trying to get away from you. She runs away, stopping to look around before going to Satoru’s girlfriend and hugging her leg. She was in awe when she picked up your daughter.

So… she’s who your daughter’s referring to by…Mama. You could almost hear your heart shatter at the realization. Since when did she start calling her Mama?

“You don’t wanna go home yet? But Mom’s here.” She talked in her baby voice and you don’t know if you’re gonna be happy that she treats your daughter really well or jealous that she came running to her when she don’t want to do something. Satoru went up to them, leaving you standing a few meters away. You don’t like what you’re seeing aside from your daughter.

“It’s not good to ignore Mama.” Satoru tapped her nose with his finger which she cutely swatted away, eliciting a chuckle from him. “Y/N, I was thinking… maybe I could just, uh, take her home later in the day. This playpen just arrived yesterday and you know how kids are…” He laughed nervously, struggling to find a nice way to say that your daughter won’t be coming home yet.

“Yesterday, I was joking about giving her playmates and she was so excited, she was running around.” His girlfriend giggled as she shared. It was a simple story yet it was a thorn to your heart. Why does it seem like your every nightmare is coming to life? You just smiled at her, understanding that she was talking about giving your daughter siblings. Satoru was silent, but you didn’t dare look at his face. You know that it’s in their future plans and you don’t have to see him smiling about it too.

“That’s adorable..” You don’t know what else to say, so you just nodded your head slowly, blinking quickly so as to bring yourself back to reality. His place was huge compared to your apartment. The playpen looks so much more comfortable than the crib she has at your place. She has new toys and a mom and dad by her side. So, now she doesn’t want to leave. Suddenly, you can feel the weakness in your knees from when you were sick starting to come back. You cleared your throat as you straightened yourself.

“J-just take her home later. I, uh, bought something for her.” You lied, knowing that you still have to go looking for something you can buy for your lovely child. You wanted to snatch her away from Satoru’s girlfriend, her other mom, but the giggle flowing out of her lips are too precious for you to ruin; the smile on her face as she tickled her tummy was too priceless. Look at them, you told yourself as you started to feel farther and farther away from their little world. They’re a picture of a happy family.

“I’ll see you later, honey…” You whispered, giving her head a pat as she looked up at you with her big, cerulean eyes. You didn’t wait for any of them to walk you out, you just let your feet take you out of their home, not daring to look back for the fear of breaking down. Your fingers tremble along with your lips and the tiny droplets of rain felt like acid on your skin. Maybe what they say was true. We experience people differently.

One woman’s life lesson is another woman’s better man.

#angst #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo angst #gojo x you #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk #jjk x reader

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moondirti · 1 month

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Your ghostsoap x preg!reader!!??? I'm in love I need more of this. You have more thoughts for that universe? I just fell in love with your writing.

Let me camp in this corner of your blog, I'm friendly and don't bite (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

they're all i've been able to think about all day. of course i have more to say <3 if you're curious, anon is referring to this, which should be read before this part.

tags: DARK FIC. manipulation. vehicle tampering. planned abduction. pregnant fem!reader. established ghostsoap – who are not the fathers but would definitely like to be. mentions of somnophilia

Delusional as they might be, it's hard to justify something as egregious as blunt-force kidnapping. Though it briefly occurs to Simon – to pluck you from the parking lot and drive off the hour after they decide to keep you – the logistics don't iron out. Of chief concern, you're six months pregnant. What they'd typically use for POW's thus become's inconsiderable for you; Johnny's the wiz, but even he knows the effects chloroform can have on a foetus. The alternative isn't any better, either – his partner just balks at the idea of tying you up and throwing you in the trunk. (She'll never git ower it, Si. Dae ye want her tae hate us?)

So, things unfold in a far subtler manner.

They go home that night they first meet you. Can't coordinate without resting on it, they rationalise, without scoping their place to assure it's suitable for their soon-to-be-mother. They tuck away the knives laying on random countertops, air out the quilts gifted to them by Johnny's ma in an attempt to make their room cozier. And when they sleep, they dream of you tucked in between them, knocked out, sex-drunk. Dressed in nothing but a shirt, cunt bared for either of them to toy with throughout the night.

Hours upon hours later, well into noon the next day, Simon wakes to find his boy rutting into his thigh, still somewhat comatose, and sneaks a rough hand into his boxers to tug the tension out of the poor thing. They only get up as the fissures of dusk begin to spread across the sky, loading their car with a toolbox and making the drive back to The Dahlia, staking out in the parking lot as they wait for you to arrive for your shift.

(Johnny had deployed the old charm as you brought out their food in two baggies last night, disguising the trap with a lilting laugh as he audibly wondered why you picked up such a late shift.

You’d only shrugged and said you preferred to work nights.)

Sure enough, you pull up in a beat-up Kia at 2200, fussing with your bag as you stumble to the back entrance of the roadhouse.

"Forgot to lock it." He mutters, following your form until it disappears from view. Johnny only frowns, tightening his fingers over his thumb. A little nervous tick.

"Should we be doin' this?"

"And what is this?" Simon turns to appraise the scotsman, larger hand enveloping his, calloused fingertips smoothing over scarred knuckles. "Y'think they'd be kinder to 'er? The type of scum we know grace this earth? It's a wonder she made i' this far, Johnny."

He isn't convinced.

"Look a' me." Blue eyes widen to meet his, dark as their owner battles intuitions that have always been straighter than the Ghosts'. "Wanna give 'er a good life, yeah?"

"Aye. The best."

"Would she be so convinced?" But he knows the answer. They both saw the way you withdrew after being hit on, losing the effusiveness you initially greeted them with. Avoidant. Classic case of hyper-competency, perhaps the very reason you put up with such shitty circumstances to begin with. A stubborn knot they'll have to undo themselves.

And Johnny likes the challenge.

"Lass's got something tae prove." Moments pass in silence. Then: "Ah’ll get th' wire."

"Atta' boy."

They only enter the establishment an hour before the end of your shift. It’s 0600 and space is sleepy. At a point that had escaped their notice, someone had made the choice to shut the overhead fluorescents, and so all that functions to illuminate the dinette is the pale dawn outside. Johnny finds he prefers it like this, grumbling a tired endorsement, before branching off in search of the bathroom, hand rubbing the sore column of his throat.

The softening mass in his pants jumps once Simon catches sight of you, balancing two trays in one hand as you wipe down the serving hatch. He doesn’t need to say anything. You catch the dark blur of him in the corner of your eye, shuffling into a booth, where he occupies an entire side with the mere spread of his legs.

“Hello again. Just you today?” You’re twirling your pen, cradling your belly, and he notes the perpetual shadow cast under your eyes. Poor pet.

He shakes his head, then cocks it toward the loo. “Think he’ll have a go at the toastie today.”

“Good choice. Hard to fuck up.” You give him a tired smile. “And for you?”

“M’good.”

“You sure? Look like you’ve been on the road again, and-" You pause, the water of your eyes rippling as you appraise his mask. Something seems to click just then, because you nod and tuck your notepad away. “I’ll ask again at the end. Maybe you’ll want something to-go.”

In the end, they do take something to go.

Not as greasy as the toastie Johnny spends the hour tearing into, glossing the pads of his fingers with oil. Nor as sour as the coffee he sipped on last night, burnt and way past freshness, just like you’d warned them about. But a much, much sweeter keepsake. Something that’ll sate them for much longer.

You’ve already clocked out once they leave The Dahlia, faces grim but as innocent as they can possibly muster. Sure enough, you’re out standing by your car, wiping tears with the back of your hand. They’re close enough that they can catch snippets of your conversation on the phone (No, I don’t– and It is old but never–).

They wait until you grow desperate, hiccuping – Don’t have that kind of money. Please – before intervening.

“Hey. What’s the matter, hen?” Johnny approaches first, concern no faux thing, smoothing a hand down your arm. What Simon said earlier comes back around (Wanna give 'er a good life?) and his chest tightens at the sheer despair he sees etched across your face. You shouldn’t be this stressed about anything this far along, should have someone taking care of you.

He, they, can be that for you. Could give you everything you ask for and more.

“M-my car. I-I don’t– I don’t know what’s wr-wrong with it, and–”

“Shhh, issalright. Not starting, eh?”

“No. And I have to- to get home before… before–”

Simon steps in, crowding you against the side of your car. You don’t have it in you to look for the red flags; the glances they throw one another, the subtle crinkle in the masked one’s eyes as he smiles. No, you don’t– can’t consider it dangerous. Not when these two wonderfully kind men, who tipped you 100% of their bill both times they came in, are one of your only means of getting help.

“Where do you live? We’ll drive ya if it’s on our way.” A lie. They’ll drive you regardless, and you won’t be taken home.

“Oh- no. That’s okay, really. I’ll just a-ask my boss if I can get a sub on my pay, and–”

Johnny smooths a finger across your cheek.

“Nonsense, hen. It’ll be a skoosh.”

next part

#༄dee answers #ive got a massive headache this is probably the worst thing ive ever written #simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader x Johnny ‘soap’ mactavish #johnny ‘soap’ mactavish #simon ‘ghost’ riley #ghostsoap #ghoap #x reader #ghost #soap #cod #call of duty #simon riley #john mactavish #x female reader

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hihello-pinky · 1 year

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Sight (2)

Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

Sometimes, it takes losing someone to finally see them. He wished he knew this before, but Rintarou had to learn this the hard way.

WARNINGS: mentions of abortion, mentions of miscarriage (NO SMUT IN THIS PART!)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is no way represents my views of the original anime/manga characters.

WC: 3.3k Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort Other Tags: Forced Marriage, Developing Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Emotionally Repressed, References to Illness, Angst with a Happy Ending, + more to be added.

I know I mentioned I’m working on having a longer part 2 but I kinda like where this ended. Thank you all for waiting and for the love and support!!!

part one part two part three part ???

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Looking back to it, everything happened so fast. As soon as your friends forced Suna’s name out of your mouth after they found out you’re pregnant, they pulled all their connections to get the two of you to meet... Only for him to question the fatherhood of your child. That’s when you first met Osamu Miya. You did not know back then that he was Rintarou’s best friend and as devastated as you were, you spilled your problems to him.

That’s how you found yourself next in the most stressful weeks of your life. Mr. and Mrs. Suna telling you that you are to wed their son. Rintarou telling you that you should get an abortion. And several nosy people telling you that you are a whore who got herself pregnant to get into the rich Suna family.

You tried to refuse the marriage, telling the couple (who, unlike their son, were the sweetest people you’ve met) that there’s no need for a marriage, you just need support to raise your child. They of course wouldn’t have it, and you knew it’s partly because they wanted to punish their son. You admittedly entertained the thoughts of getting an abortion but you just couldn’t do it... not after watching your sister struggle with multiple miscarriages in the past. And with the people spreading malicious things about you... you tried to ignore them, until a few days before the marriage where the gossips suddenly stopped.

Marrying Suna Rintarou brought a lot of changes in your life. First of all, you had to forego the post-graduate internship that was offered to you at the end of your senior year. Second, you had to move to a house gifted by his parents, which caused a rift between you and your sisters since you initially promised them that you’d be living with and helping them. And lastly, you had to live with Rintarou, who explicitly lets you know that he blames you for the forced marriage.

Another surge of headache breaks you out of your reverie. You straighten on your seat in the hospital lobby, waiting for the doctor’s secretary to call you. You had dropped off the kids at Sacha’s place right after confirming with the receptionist that there’s an available slot for a check-up. Last night, right after Rin left, you had a terrible headache, much the same as the ones you’ve been having for the past few weeks.

You look at the queuing monitor and notice that there are still a handful of people before your turn. You open your bag to get your Kindle but it grazes the leather bind of your journal. You must have taken it with you when you took your reading device from the bedside drawer. And just as you’re always inclined to do, you flip to the already dog-eared pages and read through your journal entries from years ago. It’s time to relive the memories.

You were in your fourteenth week of pregnancy. The new house’s backyard was as empty as you felt for the last two months of living with your new husband. He would wake up early and arrive home late. Thankfully, you have managed to befriend the housekeepers, Yuto and Jiri. It was one evening, though, that neither of them was home since the former was on leave while the latter was sick.

The clock struck ten and the main door opened, revealing Rintarou who looked visibly unwell. You rushed to him and he tried to swat you away, only for you to feel how his skin was burning. He must have been feeling too sick because after two more attempts, he finally let you help him into his bed.

That night, you nursed him to the best of your abilities, from changing his clothes to wiping his face with cold cloth. You even cooked soup for him, feeding him as his hands were shaking too much. As you were about to leave his room so you could go back to the spare one where you have been staying since you two moved in, his rough voice stopped you. “Stay.”

Your eyes widened, unsure if you heard him right. “Are you...?”

He groaned. “Or call Jiri. I need her.”

“She’s sick,” you replied. “I’ll just stay... if that’s okay with you?”

He was quiet for a while. “Okay.”

That night, you ended up staying with Rintarou, sitting beside his bed and barely getting any sleep. It went on for two more days. When you woke up on the fourth morning, you were surprised to find a blanket on top of you, much less feel the softness of a mattress below you.

You jolted awake and was surprised to see Rintarou sitting up with his back leaning against the bedframe and talking to someone on the phone. “Thanks, Kita. Yes, I’m feeling better. I’ll be back in the office tomorrow.” He must have noticed you staring at him for he turned his head towards you, the look on his face unreadable. “Call me when something urgent comes up. I have to go.” After dropping the call, he moved to stand up.

“Are you okay?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

“Weren’t you eavesdropping?” He shot back. “I’m feeling better. Jiri’s coming in today by the way, no need to make your pathetic attempts of forcing yourself into my business.” Suna didn’t even spare you a glance before he marched off to his bathroom.

Despite the two months of living with him, his actions towards you still managed to hurt. You gulped and moved to stand up from the bed, knowing too well that Suna would want nothing but to see his room void of you once he comes back.

Two days later, you found yourself with a flu. You begged Jiri not to tell Suna or his parents. But alas, you should have known better that while she had become your friend, her loyalty was still with the Suna family.

On the third night of your flu, you heard a knock on your door. It was odd since it was way past Jiri’s and Yuto’s hours of duty. Sighing, you forced yourself from your bed, wrapping the fluffy blanket around your body.

I must be delirious, was your first thought as you saw Suna at the other side of the door.

“Did something happen?” You asked, trying to hold back a cough, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

He looked every bit uncomfortable as he handed you a paper bag. “Here.”

You reluctantly received it and peeked inside. Care package. You looked up at him questioningly. “What’s this for?”

He broke the eye contact and mumbled something.

“Sorry? What did you say?”

He let out an annoyed sigh and forced himself to look at you eye to eye. “Jiri told me you were sick and that you probably got it from me. She scolded me that I shouldn’t have asked you to stay in the same room because it’s risky for pregnant people.” His eyebrows furrowed. “What are you smiling about?”

“Nothing,” you replied but you knew your smile was still on your face. “You didn’t have to go out of the way to give me this, you know.”

“Then what the fuck was I supposed to do? Jiri would have never let me hear the end of it.”

“Hmm... could have just said ‘sorry’, maybe?”

Suna rolled his eyes and opened his hand, palm up. “Forget it, then. Give that back.”

You clutched the care package against your chest. “No way! No taking back, this is mine already!” Before you knew it, a giggle escaped your lips. You immediately froze, realizing it was Suna you were talking to. However, when you dared to look at him, there’s a barely noticeable hint of a smile on his lips, the atmosphere between the two of you warm. “Good night, Y/N.”

It’s only when the sound of his footsteps have receded that you realized what happened: he just called you by your first name.

“Mrs. Y/N Suna?” The secretary’s voice brings you back to the present. “Please enter room 125.”

You gather your things and make your way into your doctor’s office. She greets you with a warm smile. “How are you doing, Y/N?” The doctor asks as soon as you’ve settled down on your seat. “You haven’t visited in a while.” Megumi Hirai is a nice lady who’s in her early forties and you’ve taken a liking to her in the past few years. “I take it you’ve been busy?”

You nod. “It was the kids’ birthday party yesterday. There was a lot of preparation that needed to be done.”

“Oh, that’s nice. How old are they now?”

“Five,” you smile proudly. “I feel like they’re growing up too fast. I want them to stay little for just a little bit longer.”

At that, Dr. Hirai laughs. “Every parent experience that. I see no reason for you to worry though, you’re still young. Isn’t it about time that you and Rintarou try for another child?”

The smile on your lips drops a little. “We’re too busy for that this time, I think.”

Sensing that you want to change the subject, Dr. Hirai moves on to another topic. “How’s work going?”

“Great,” you reply. “A bit stressful, but it’s all good.” Despite the Suna family saying there’s no need for you to work, you still got yourself a job at a local publishing company. You’ve been loyal to it, and now you’re one of the head editors.

You’ve always been passionate about writing and editing; you could say you were depressed when you had to let go of the internship at the global publishing company because of the sudden pregnancy. The memories of you sharing that to Rin and him reluctantly helping you find a job poke at your head.

You will yourself to stay at the present. “I’m still happy with my job.”

“That’s nice to hear.” Dr. Hirai smiles. “What’s your concern, then?”

“I’ve been having these extreme headaches for the past few weeks. Sometimes they last long, sometimes they pass quickly. The other night, I think I passed out.”

The doctor hums. “Any other symptoms?”

“Um, I can’t think of any…”

“Have you noticed any trend on the times when they surge?”

You shake your head no. “Not really. I honestly don’t think it’s serious but they’ve been becoming more frequent lately.”

“Okay.” Dr. Hirai says, pulling out some papers. “I’ll be requesting for you to undergo some tests. Have them done as soon as possible so you can schedule another checkup with me.”

“Thank you, doctor.” You take the request forms.

“You’re welcome,” Dr. Hirai smiles kindly. “And Mrs. Suna?”

“Yes?“

“Don’t downplay the headaches you’re experiencing. You never know if they’re actually underlying symptoms of something serious. Have a nice day.”

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“I’m sorry to be saying this, but you don’t look too well.” Osamu Miya is placing the take-out rice balls you had just bought in the paper bags as he alternately looks between his task at hand and you, who’s sitting at the counter.

You had decided to drop by his restaurant before picking up the kids from Sacha. His statement makes you bite your lip. “Is it that obvious?”

“That you look like you had no sleep and cried your eyes out for hours?” Osamu asks in reply, then takes a deep breath. “Yes.” The gray-haired man shakes his head. “Rin is so fucking stupid. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize on behalf of him, Osamu,” you say. “He’s your best friend but his actions are all his own choices.”

The twin keeps quiet for a while as he finishes packing your order. In the meantime, you rub your fingers against your temple, symptoms of a headache beginning to manifest again. You close your eyes, hoping it goes away. Once you open them, you see Osamu staring intently at you. “I have a confession to make,” he says.

This piques your interest and you lean a little bit forward. “What is it?”

“It’s all my fault,” Osamu says, gulping. “After that first night we met, I went to Rin’s parents and told them what happened. He initially confided in me that he got someone pregnant and I wasn’t planning on getting involved until I met you. You were nice and kind, I couldn’t let Rintarou to just fuck up your life.

“I thought once he gets married, once he gets to know you... he’d grow and change. But I was wrong.” His eyes are now filled with guilt and apology. “I’m sorry, Y/N. If I had known that Rin wouldn’t change one bit during the past five years – ”

“Stop,” you cut him off, no longer wanting to hear more. “That’s all in the past now.” You contemplate your next words carefully. “Besides, it’s not like Rin was completely horrible to me during the time we’ve been together.”

Osamu’s voice is filled with curiosity. “What do you mean?”

It’s at that exact moment that the door of the restaurant swings opens and someone enters, your heart dropping once you see who it is.

Suna Rintarou. Your husband.

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Suna hasn’t seen you since the night before and he definitely wasn’t expecting to see you here at Osamu’s restaurant. Once you face him, he immediately notices the redness of your eyes that your makeup wasn’t able to cover. He chooses not to think about the reason behind them.

“Hey, Rin,” his friend waves at him from behind the counter. “Y/N is here.”

He rolls his eyes as he stalks toward the counter. “I’m not blind, ‘Samu.” He takes the stool next to yours and immediately notices you tense. He inwardly sighs, remembering what happened last night. He turns to face you and gets a little surprised when he sees you gathering your purse and the paper bag from the counter.

“I have to go. Bye, Osamu! Thank you for these!” And in a moment, you’re out the door.

As soon as you’re gone, he feels his best friend’s curious eyes on him. “What? Gonna ask me to go run after her?”

Osamu rolls his eyes. “As if you would.”

While his friend is right, the statement still annoys Suna. “Why was she here, anyway?”

“As if you care.”

He tries to mask his annoyance as he clenches his jaw. “You’re, right. I don’t.”

There’s a beat of silence before Osamu speaks again. “Why are you here, Rin?”

Truth be told, Suna’s agenda was to force Osamu to join him on a night of drinking where he may or may not tell him about what happened last night. But seeing you here... and then Osamu’s rather irritating replies... “Forget it, I’m leaving.”

“Did you and Y/N fight?” His friend’s question makes him stiffen.

Suna rolls his eyes. “We often argue. You know that.”

“Yeah,” Osamu replies rather curtly. “But this time, it seems as if you’ve crossed the line.”

To his own surprise, Suna replies with, “Yeah, I think so.”

He doesn’t need to look at his friend’s face to see the surprise on it. “Wow, that’s a lot... coming from you. What happened? Please don’t tell me you hit her.”

He glares at the man. “I’m an asshole but I would never lay a hand on a woman, even if I hate her.”

“Why do you hate her, Rin?” Osamu asks. “What has she ever done to you? You still have your job and inheritance; you can still fuck around... I know she doesn’t demand much from you about the kids. In fact, she got the short end of the stick. Why do you hate Y/N?”

Instead of answering his friend’s questions, Rin adjusts his position on the stool and makes a fist against the counter. “She confessed to me last night.”

“And what did you say?” Osamu’s voice begins to become unreadable.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

Suna shrugs. “We were having an argument so I figured she was just trying to fuck with my head.”

There’s a short silence that follows but it’s long enough to make him feel uncomfortable.

“Are you really that blind?” Suna prefers it if his best friend is shouting at him at the moment. But alas, Osamu sounds so calm and everyone knows that Osamu Miya is ten times scarier when he’s acting calm during moments that would call for him to be mad.

“What do you want to hear as my answer?” Does Osamu want him to admit that all these years, he thought your hurt towards his treatment was solely because you wanted to have a happy little family? That he didn’t think you actually fell for him in those few months that you were in good terms? But, admitting those would mean he needs to tell Osamu about that time, those five months where he opened his heart to you. Those five months that he never dared tell anyone.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, Suna!” Osamu slams a hand against the counter, anger and frustration evident in his voice. “Anyone with an eye can see that Y/N is in love with you! Though it remains a mystery to me how she managed to fall for a dickhead like you, it’s clear that she loves you!”

Other explicit things leave Osamu’s mouth and Suna just stays there and takes them all. Once his friend is only heaving deep breaths, he begins to talk. His turn. “You asked why I hate her. Well, my answer is short.” He mentally sighs and, finally deciding it’s due time for Osamu to know, says the name that haunts him to this day.

Osamu’s eyes widen. “You mean...?”

“Yeah.”

He watches as a conflicted look dawns on his friend’s face. “Do you understand me now?”

“Kind of.” His friend’s gaze hardens a bit. “But you do know you’re being unfair to Y/N, right?”

Suna stands from the seat, retrieving the cigarette box from his pocket. “I know.” As he walks the short distance from Osamu’s restaurant to his car, all Suna can think about is, And I think maybe it’s about time I should apologize to her.

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You’re inside the bedroom, just finishing up changing the sheets. Ever since Jiri left three years ago and you and Rintarou never hired someone new, you’ve been in charge of keeping the house tidy. In reality, you just had changed the sheets a week prior but what happened four nights ago just makes you want to change them, hoping that as they come clean, so does your relationship with Rintarou.

It’s been three days since the fight and oddly enough, Rintarou comes home on time and even doesn’t complain about sharing the bed. He barely acts as if you exist, cementing your belief that confessing to him was a totally wrong move. However, there are times when you feel him staring at you, as if he wants to tell you something...

You shake your head, reminding yourself that there are lots of things to do. First of all, the test results that you got yesterday after having the necessary check-ups from the day before. Second, the papers you have requested after a long call that you had last night.

You’re too engrossed in your thoughts that you fail to notice that Rin has entered your room. He’s wearing his work clothes which always make him look ten times more attractive. You straighten on the bed and try to look at his eyes. To your surprise, he meets your gaze. “We need to talk.” You both say at the same time.

You bite your lower lip, and seeing as he’s not saying anything, you take it as a cue that he’s allowing you to speak first. So, with a deep breath, you say the words you’ve been practicing in the shower this morning. “I want to file for divorce.”

TO BE CONTINUED.

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Hello lovelies, 💘HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!💘

I'm back with more BG3 headcanons! Today's prompt is;

💕Modern AU; Ways the BG3 (romanced) companions are idyllicly sweet with Tav!💕

No spoilers! Tags are; A whole heckin lot of fluff and cuteness!

Lae'zel -

You have to be careful with what you say around Lae'zel. Made a minor comment 3 months ago that you wanted to revisit somewhere in the Sword Coast? Get packing, you guys are all booked to go. Asked Lae'zel to get you candy on the way home? She has 3 full bags. Say that comment her folks made last time you visited made you uncomfortable- you have a paragraph text apology from all of them the next day. She's not just someone who wants to spoil Tav, she fucking will. (If Tav manages to talk her out of going nuts with the pampering, she's surprisingly sentimental. You bet she keeps a rock in her pocket that reminds her of Tav)

Shadowheart -

She is so excited to post you. She doesn't like social media and tends to keep to herself, but after watching Tav post pictures of them both, she wanted to do the same. The minute she gets even the smallest romantic gesture, she's scrapbooking, she has a wall of Polaroids joined by a horde of hand made sketches, she's putting together little snack baskets and mailing them to Tav, she's about as obviously head over heels as a person can be, really. She's always got a camera aimed at Tav, even if they're just for her. (A good 90% are just for her eyes)

Wyll -

This man never plays games/gets online with both sides of the headphones in. It doesn't matter if the game is online, offline, urgent, time sensitive, dependent on his concentration- if Tav so much as makes a peep, he's out of his seat and across the room. Hells, he takes every chance he gets to go give Tav some attention. In the drift of leaving the waking world, Tav will definitely hear a little "One minute, Tav needs me" despite them not asking. Some footsteps. And then moments later, the warmth of the duvet being tucked all over their body and a gentle kiss to the cheek. Whispered "I love you"s and then a quiet. "I'm going to hop off for a few hours." So you can have some quiet.

Karlach -

She's one of those people that really makes you realise you have good taste in other people. Like, you can't think of a time you went on a walk and she didn't pick up some trash, help an elderly person across the street, immediately offer her seat to a pregnant woman. No matter how prideful Tav might be or not, there's a pride in the admiring looks other people give her. Little girls pass in the street and say "mum, I want to be like her when I grow up!" Everything she does makes Tav proud to be with her, yet somehow Tav is always the one under a spotlight to her. "Oh, me and my partner-" this. "Oh, my partner-" that. "I'm so proud of my Tav. Ugh, I am so lucky" she insists at every turn.

Gale -

He's a night owl, much to Tara's dismay. Wether that's because he can't sleep, he likes being awake in the dark hours or- his brain won't stop nattering at him for a gods damned minute, but either way. He's probably working, quietly cleaning, organising Tavs things so they don't have to worry. In quiet moments, between possibly making them breakfast because of course he's up that early- he's just kissing Tav on the forehead, gently, trying not to wake them. He needs them to sleep but there is not a moment in his day where he doesn't think: "Does Tav know I love them? Can I remind them once more? Even if its just for my peace of mind?" Because he will not rest if he has an inkling his live for Tav isn't at the forefront of their mind.

Astarion -

If you even suggest to this man that you should do matching outfits, he's excited. He always wants to take the wheel, but also wants Tav to have a foot in the idea. He will give ideas left and right, opinions up and down. He doesn't care if it's a date or not, cringe solstice photos, or just gym clothes, he's all for it. If you guys didn't have matching pyjamas already, you have them now, congrats. (If he's still a bloodsucker, he'll definitely still go out of his way to learn how to cook for Tav. Tokyo Ghoul rules though, so Tav gets to taste test a lot. Only the best for his little capri-sun) Overall he's just unashamed and excited to be with someone who very obviously wants to be his, visibly as possible.

(Bonus Halsin!)

Halsin -

This man lives for shared activity. He's quite alright on his own and can allow Tav their space, but going to get massages, haircuts/styles, wine tasting is his total vibe. Just relaxed gatherings together. Nobody lives a spa day like this man. It allows a level of intimacy that nature intends. Cleansing. Careful. Close. He will learn how to do Tavs hair and makeup if asked. Will take pleasure in being able to undress them and put them to bed at the end of a long day. Go on hikes and camping trips, walks through the woods, carving names into rocks and bringing back souvenirs to press into a book that's only getting thicker.

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jungle-angel · 11 days

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Twelve Little Troublemakers (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett were definitely not counting on having to watch over twelve little rabbits

Warnings: Animal births, parenthood, Rhett being Snow White coded etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @callmemana @attapullman @sebsxphia @rhettabbotts

The spring sunshine spilled through the windows of yours and Rhett's home and into the room that had become the animal nursery. Rhett lay on his stomach on the soft rug, his arm curled protectively around Clover, the female bunny rabbit who had escaped the property of an infamous Wabang animal hoarder with her mate, Hazel.

You knelt beside him, brushing a loose chocolate brown curl off his face and kissing his stubbly cheek. Rhett purred in his sleep, a broad grin crawling across his face.

"You know I've got a pregnant doe with me right?" he chuckled.

You giggled a little, kissing his cheek again. "Your Ma says if you're not upstairs for dinner in twenty minutes she's gonna beat you with her sandal."

"I'd like to see her try," Rhett laughed.

Very carefully, he picked Clover up and brought her back to the birth box where Hazel was waiting for her. God she was getting big. Judging by the size of her belly, Rhett had guessed that she'd birth her litter any day now.

Upstairs they went to join his parents and Amy for dinner, the smell of roast chicken filling the whole house along with the herbed biscuits, white cheddar mac'n cheese and green beans. But while you and your family ate together, someone had other ideas.

"What the f---? Rhett your little rat's begging for food again," Royal announced.

Rhett looked under the table and there was Alberto, the little black and tan chihuahua dog with his American flag bandana around his neck, ears back and tail wagging like crazy.

"Hey!" Rhett ordered, snapping his fingers. "C'mere."

Alberto's nails scritched the floor as he hurried to Rhett's chair, laying right down near his feet.

"Little guy's spoiled fuckin rotten," Royal chuckled.

"Hey if ya'll were out on the streets you'd be beggin for food too," Rhett laughed.

"Ain't too proud to, son," Royal told him.

The family finished dinner and as soon as the leftovers were put away and the dishes loaded into the dishwasher for the night, you, Rhett, Cecelia, Amy and Royal all settled in for a weekend movie. "The Empire Strikes Back" had always been a favorite of Royal's, one he had watched with the gang of childhood miscreants who had been his friends growing up. You and Rhett had laughed when you found the video tape copy, still with the worn out piece of masking tape on it.

You had been in the middle of the film when Rhett had gotten up to go and bed the animals in the nursery down for the night, when he poked his head back into the basement living room.

"Darlin," he hissed. "C'mere."

You quickly got up and followed him upstairs to the room and sure enough, there was Clover with her little legs sticking up as she licked between them.

"Is it time?" you asked him.

"Yep," Rhett answered. "I'm gonna go scrub in the bathroom. Ya'll wanna go get some clean towels and the supplies?"

You nodded and went to go retrieve whatever Rhett needed. You both gently helped Clover as best you could, but thankfully no intervention was needed. The first little kit was born after about five minutes, a little ginger and cream colored one that you and Rhett had named Thresh. Eleven more followed in his wake, Blackberry, Nettle, Rosie, Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, Thyme, Angelica, Lily and Holly.

The next morning, you could never have imagined the surprised expressions on your in-laws' faces nor Amy's when she meets the baby bunnies for the first time. You and Rhett are adamant that Amy keeps her hands off until she's learned to be gentle. But you and Rhett can't help but be proud, because every animal birth that occurs, you know that it's bound to be successful.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia abbott #outer range

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alldevilsarehere90 · 10 months

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Walking Dead Prompt List:

"Fine, go, see if I care."

"You can't be serious, that's suicide!"

"It ain't like that, we're just friends."

"You wouldn't second-look me before the world went to shit, so don't pretend otherwise."

"It don't matter, she don't see me like that."

"Don't you dare walk away from me right now, I promise you, if you do, I will not be here when you get back."

"Please, just stay with me until I fall asleep. I–I don't wanna be alone right now."

"Can you ever just say what's on your mind?"

"It's like trying to draw blood out of a stone, why do you find it so hard to talk to me?"

"What exactly have I done to make you hate me so bad?" "I don't hate you."

"Are you kidding me right now? You're jealous, aren't you?"

"I have to tell you something, so would you just shut up and listen!"

"Are you always this infuriating?"

"Would you just kiss me already?"

"I have sumthin I wanna ask ya, if you'd stop talkin long enough for me to say it."

"I feel like I'm suffocating here but it's not you, it's me, and this place."

"How many people have you killed?" "I'm afraid, I'm going to need you to buy me dinner before I divulge that kind of information."

"I'm pregnant ok, that's why I don't want to go on runs and that's why I've been avoiding you."

"I'll kiss that smile right off your face, just say when."

"I'm not afraid anymore, to admit how I feel about you."

"Why are you so against marriage?" "I don't believe in it."

"Wherever you are, I belong."

"I can't let nothing happen to you, you gotta stay safe, promise me."

"That bitch better back off and stop smirking at me before I carve a permanent smile on that face."

"I wouldn't mind waking up next to you every day."

"Look at me. I ain't letting nuthin happen to ya, ok?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I put you through that. I wasn't thinking about the people I left behind, I was only thinking about myself."

"Nowadays, life's too short not to tell someone something. Not to tell someone how much they mean to you. And you, (name), mean everything to me."

"Mummy, will you marry my daddy?"

"We're here at the end of the fucking world and all I can think about is, I really wish I'd kissed you."

Just tell me which prompt/ prompts (up to two), if you would like Angst, Fluff or Smut (you can choose as many as you like) and which character. I will NOT write character x character, only character x reader.

I will write for:

Daryl, Rick, Negan, Glenn, Michonne, Maggie, i will consider writing for others just ask, but it will be written from a female reader perspective for whichever character (inc. any female characters)

I will be posting a couple of drabbles I'm working on but feel free to send a request. Any one who wishes to use any of the prompts feel free to do so, just please tag me so I can read your work. THANK YOU!

#the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfic #twd #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #daryl dixon #rick grimes #negan smith #daryl dixon fanfiction #rick grimes fanfiction #negan smith fanfiction #prompt list #the walking dead prompt list #daryl x reader #rick x reader #negan x reader

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pregnantbfdiyuri · 25 days

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ITS BEEN A MINUTE..Happy late Easter everyone

#preggo kink #pregnant art #preg art #preg k!nk #preggie #preggophilia #pregnancy #pregnancy au #pregnant kink #maieusiophilia #maesiophilia #sexy belly #tag someone whos always waking up pregnant #breeding k1nk #submisive and breedable #br33d1ng

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kavaeroexe · 2 years

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Yandere AnakinPadme x reader were she’s the one that is pregnant and dieing in Anakin’s vision?

ASDFJKL I DON’T WANT THE ANGST TO BE HAPPENING-

Fortune, Future, Fear.

Yan!Anakin x Reader x Yan!Padme

summary: future is something that everybody seeks, but if it’s a bad future, who wants it to happen?

warning: typos, bad grammar

attention! please do not try to repost my works, I only post my works on Tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!

“Anakin... Padme... stay alive... “

“And please... take care of our child.. “

he immediately wakes up from his sleep, trying to catch his breath, to see you and Padme sleeping together, hugging each other, and your little hands that grab his arms while sleeping.

He felt relieved and at ease at first, but not for long, the second he realize it might means he knows the future, your future, he felt uneasy again, and can’t sleep for the rest of the night.

so all of the time he just hugged you tight, not wanting to let you go. he was scared to lose you, he’s scared that his dream might come true.

“You need to learn to let something go, sometimes.” You admit to him, both sitting at the edge of the bed while he’s hugging you tightly and stroking your belly softly.

He stops for a moment, looking at you with a sad look, a broken look, you always like this, accepting something that happens to you, accepting something that you’re not supposed to just easily accept. you’re going to die, don’t just easily accept it.

“You want to die? just like that?”

He starts to protest, even though there’ll be no use to say it to you, you’re not the one controlling the future. you just look at him and smile.

“Anakin, just don’t overthink about it okay? I’m sorry for saying that, it is just a dream” You stroke his hair softly, and then you hold his warm hands, a bit sweating, but you understand it’s because he’s worried about you, it’s a normal thing.

but he sees you that you don’t understand his worry towards you, it’s more than you can imagine, the dreams, the future, the fear.

He talks about it with Padme, and soon after, Padme starts to look for the best medical help for you to give birth to your child, the best facilities, the best droid, everything so just she can make sure everything will be fine when it’s the time you gave birth.

She also watches for you, or if she can’t at the moment, she’ll let her maid watch you and guards for your safety, making sure not to do anything that could danger you and your baby.

“You’re going to be fine, I promise."

“But still, it’s wrong to do that, you know exactly about that!” Padme shout, she shakes her head after she hears about Anakin’s decision

to learn about the dark side of the force, to turn into the dark side.

“This is the only way, Padme. Moreover, if we learn about it together, we could save Y/N!” he shout back

“Chancellor can teach us to prevent that nightmare, we both know that we can’t live without Y/N” he continues his words so that Padme would understand, he does all of this just for you.

Padme stood in silence, trying to figure out which one should she does for the right of her, Anakin, and your future together.

“Anakin... Padme... “

“Shh it’s okay, we’re fine.. you’re going to be fine, just focus on your condition”

Padme place a kiss on your forehead and stroke it softly, looking at you who pant a bit, Anakin hold your hand tightly, making sure you calm down

even though none of them are calm right now

“Stay alive... and please take care of our child..”

both of them hold you even tighter. “No no no please don’t say that... you’re going to be okay, I promise, we are going to take our child home safely, with you.”

“You’re going to make it..! please stay with us...”

“The mirage of the dark side... don’t be tempted by it...” they thought you just saying nonsense because you’re near to your moment of giving birth.

“In the end, I was late to say that word to both of you, didn’t I?”

“We do all of this for your safety”

“And killing other people’s safety? for one? is it even worth it?” you hissed, clenching your fist before you try to slam the table beside you

“Please don’t hurt your hand like that...”

“I don’t care, it’s nothing than the padawans you kill on the Temple.”

“You don’t understand!! you are the only thing that I care about in this world, so just listen before something unexpected happens, Y/N.”

#star wars hc #star wars x reader #yandere star wars #star wars writing #star wars fanfic #yandere anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin x y/n #anakin x reader #padme skywalker #padme x reader #star wars padme #yandere padme #padme amidala

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moregraceful · 3 months

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#i should post the pregnant cat side fic on ao3...that was a really tender side story

I’m currently Jennifer Lawrence asking what do you mean? What 😭 do you 😭 mean? But without the pressure. I, too, have been frustrated by my lack of writing. If you ever feel like sharing even a scrap of that little side story, even just sharing bullet points, I would eat that shit up. But no pressure!! I’m even thankful you even posted the original story. I am also clearly, not afraid to shoot my shot lol

no omg please. i love to talk about my fic and your photoset is like the nicest thing anyone's done for my fics unprompted. it makes me so happy...thank YOU!

i had to go 21 pages back in my #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions tag to find the fic. i am always so happy to share it because i love it as a little scene, and then am always so distressed none of my metadata and cataloging classes in library school actually changed any of my social media behaviors so my blog is and will always be an absolute nightmare to navigate. lol anyway!!: god is a small pregnant cat in the sun // “and we’re all too small to talk to god” // jamie meets a cat

rest under a cut bc i suffer from fatal can't shut up when someone shows one iota of interest in my fic disease...

i was eating yogurt tonight and pondering this au after your ask!! and as with everything i write for hrpf, it's always in a constant state of evolution, when players come and go or i rewatch miyazaki films or w/e. but here are some thoughts i had, unrelated to jamie and jared:

tomáš is a grizzled fisherman with a kind heart, who spends most of his time fishing alone

future captain matty sells tuna's fish at the fish market but he sucks at it bc he's too nice to old grandmas who want nice fish but pretend they don't have enough money to buy it (they do, he's just a dummy). tuna has to hire a second person to help, but unfortunately that person is will borgen

obviously will and captain matty are harboring enormous crushes on tuna and deal with it by acting out (juggling fish across the booth to make him shout at them)

in the past i have said joey daccord is a gardener for chris and philipp and this still true, however sometimes i think he helps out with the early morning shift at the mccann bakery and will load like bread and cookies into his truck and take them down to the fish market so that....

eeli can sell them at his jam stand. eeli's jam makes you feel one of two emotions: unbridled euphoria or catastrophic depression. you never know what is going to happen. two jars of the same strawberry jam can alter the trajectory of your life in two different ways. and much like pregnancy, once you eat it and have a horrible time, it releases endorphins and then you're like actually that wasn't so bad, and you go back to his jam and mccann bakery bread stand and he looks at you beatifically and says, oh you liked it? :)

And then of course for Jared and Jamie:

most critically the one single time jared makes it out to the lighthouse (VERY sneakily bc like...that's a worksite lol harbormaster grubauer is kind but not soft) to Spend The Night, they obviously have very dreamy tender night time sex but ALSO the ghosts are quiet and jamie sleeps through the night without waking ONCE because that's true love babey!! jared ofc does not sleep at all because foghorns are loud lol

i outlined a longform version of this fic uhhh in dms with @bakingblues once i think, where jamie is veteran of (unspecified) armed conflict and he is running from what he did (also unspecifed) and he like is like i must punish myself and live alone to atone for my sins (unspecified but knowing me it's probably like...the Inherent Cruelty of War and not like anything that would get him tried in the hague) which is why he takes a lighthouse job. and in the whole fic it's totally unclear if he is being haunted by ghosts (real) or ghosts (ptsd). and ofc jared's gentle and constant love for him does not like Heal him but as with all love it makes the ghosts easier to bear

lorna prompted me a million years ago with jamie + jared + seashells i think? or oyster shells? and i never finished the fic bc i'm the worst but here's how it goes: one time after a storm the island is COVERED in oyster shells, like hundreds, maybe thousands, of them, and it was a bad bad bad storm and the ghosts were so loud and jamie didn't sleep at all and he's so tired and so lonely, but he's not scheduled to leave the lighthouse that week. so instead of doing his work, jamie spends the day picking up dozens and dozens of the most intact oyster shells. and he very patiently figures out how to drill holes in them and string them together with fishing line and it takes him all day but by the time it's time to turn on the lighthouse light, he has made a big intricate windchime for jared and his cousins. and when he finally makes it off the island three weeks later, he gives it to jared and his cousins. they all are soooo charmed and the girls hang it outside the door of their bakery immediately even though that is so excruciatingly embarrassing for jamie. however jared gives him the kind of hug that makes you fall in love with a guy and jamie, well, he's got a soft heart.

thank you for sending this ask!!!!

#i'm having a week that defies human comprehension so i made a small impulse purchase of 3 of that fancy yogurt that comes in clay pot #la fremière???? at the normie grocery store #HELLOOOO that yogurt turned my entire day around #i'm so glad i bought more than one lol but i'm trying to savor it #but it's so like. wow so there is a world beyond chobani...amazing...#anyway i just think. obviously this entire au is miyazaki coded so no brands but maybe eeli secretly sells idk. cream in clay pots #and the clay pot cream is an aphrodiastic #i'll say no more #unfortunate birdcage fanfictions #no but fr thank you so much for asking i appreciate it so much!!!#oh my god i just realized this au DID have an aesthetic tag #lighthouse tag #you know how tumblr used to save tags...i miss her

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If DCLA characters had Tumblr part 10 🕺🏼

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Fun fact, because I am adopted I legit thought for a bit too long that everyone was concieved via adoption. Like babies just appeared and you went to adopt them.

I remember when I finally did learn how babies were made it kinda felt unreal

For context I had met pregnant people but I just did not reflect at all how babies came to be

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🤝

Although I remember asking my guardian ”well how did my MOM get me in the first place before she gave me up?? Did she also adopt me??” and her response was ”You see, sometimes flowers appear in the wrong hands, and thus they need to give them away to someone who can take better care of them”

So I… kinda thought I appeared as a flower inside my bio mom and she gave me to my guardian as she could take care of flowers better…

This also made me fear having a baby grow like a flower inside of me at like age 5 so. Yeah.

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I love reading random lore about your lives you never tell us anything irl

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🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

@supernova-number-one Found a video that describes our relationship 💜

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Ew don’t tag me in ugly animated songs stop

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Phineas and Ferb is a masterpiece, you rat

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I never watched it. I don’t watch cartoons, it rots your brain

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I’m gonna break into your house at a random time next week and force you to watch Phineas and Ferb.

I won’t say when, I won’t say how. But beware.

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Should I be concerned if my daughter’s female friend climbs in from the second floor window at 1:20 AM, or should I just let it go and be supportive that she has friends?

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Today’s question: If you woke up and realized you were 10 years old again, but you have all the memories and experiences from your current age, what would you do?

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Panic?

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Yeah i’d… have an existential crisis.

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My life literally started at age 17, imagine going back to being 10. And knowing that you have to suffer through almost a decade before your life starts again.

I guess the good thing is that i’d expose my dad of his lies right off the bat and maybe make some changes there. But. I’d still be 10. I don’t wanna be 10.

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Yeah like I’d get the feeling of wanting to be young again because of nostalgia and all that, but was it really that great? Sure, I’d get access to the movies and games I used to watch and play that I no longer have access to. Sure, I’d watch the kids shows again that no longer air. But besides nostalgia for media? Being 10 kinda sucked?? Is anyone in their prime time then????

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Adding to this ^ Imagine all the things that came out after you were 10. All the books, movies, shows… that you no longer have access to because they haven’t come out yet.

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Anyone else getting an irrational fear of going to sleep and waking up as a 10 year old or is it just me?

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The queer experience of meeting another person and just knowing… you’re one of us.

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Yeah…

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HOLD UP…

LUDMILA??

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Now you’re not replying.

I mean I always knew but i’m still like >:o !!

We’re gonna talk about this when I come and force you to watch some P&F tonight

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I love my posts being helped to further the plot of whatever is going on between you two

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So I was in a singing competition once and I got in last. I’m usually very competitive, but I surprisingly didn’t care. Honestly, I was only joining because it was a competition, but I am not really interested in a singing career.

But I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I won? How would it have looked like if I had a singing career?

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You wouldn’t like it if Bruno still was responsible. You’d be forced to "date" someone, have random made up drama…

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Oof yeah good point

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Imagine if one of the people in the competition who was not straight won, and they’d have to be forced into a straight fake dating. And they’d also perform a love song and everyone would ask who it was about and they would not be allowed to say.

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Why are you vagueposting like this??

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Cause the person themselves can’t tell anything it or they would be found out by a certain someone who has not figured out their Tumblr blog and it’s just fun to keep the mystery

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Anonymous asked: You seem to be very interested if your daughter has a boyfriend. What would you do if your daughter has a girlfriend?

I have not considered that a thing that could happen!

Does this mean I have to keep an eye out for girls, too?!

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I was bored and decided to prank my stepsister. I knew she had her friend at home, so I opened the door and yelled ”stop making out”.

Now, of course, they didn’t make out at all, but they got so startled by my voice they almost hid, as if they did something.

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I thought this sounded like a fun idea and went to do the same to my cousin, who currently has her friend over.

As I opened the door and yelled ”stop making out” the two did not get startled. Rather, they just stared at me dumbfounded.

I blinked and then closed the door again. I will not let the awkwardness get to me.

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Oh so THAT’S why you did that. I thought you for some reason thought me and Nina were dating (my mom thought that once so idk if that’s a rumor people for some reason have)

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📸 felicityfornow Follow

Just wanna give a shoutout to the passion fruit juice at Jam and Roller! It’s delicious!

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Ooh, we’re doing J&R recommendations? I recommend the chocolate-vanilla milkshake! It is the BEST THING I’ve tasted ever!

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Wait a minute! I finally figured you out! I did it!

YOU’RE YAM! 🫵

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HOW did you figure it out by this, out of all things?!

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I was about to lie and troll you by saying that I’m not Yam, but oh well.

Matteo, it has been an honor watching you absolutely suck at figuring out who I was. I mean, there were some OBVIOUS HINTS.

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I just knew I had seen you drink that milkshake quite a lot, so I went from that.

I don’t really know what had been the clear hints

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Please allow me, as someone who does not often speak to Yam irl but observes and knows everything about everyone:

Hint 1: She enjoys singing. Sure, a lot of people enjoy singing at Jam and Roller, but she is our Singer.

Hint 2: Her unhinged behavior. You’re telling me you haven’t ever just noticed her being basically like Lunita but with a more brutally honest attitude?

Hint 3: Her gayness. Now, we should never assume people’s sexualities but Yam both here and much irl has been very openly gay during the last years.

Hint 4: The way she and Jim openly talk about their relationship here. Who did you think Jim was dating??? They haven’t exactly been hiding that much irl either.

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I guess I just… didn’t think much about Yam. Sorry.

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That’s ok Strawberry face, I don’t think much about you either except when I troll you on Tumblr

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Now I kinda wanna get to know you haha

Wanna go grab a drink? (If Jim sees this, I promise I won’t make moves on her)

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I never in my life assumed you would try to make a move on someone who’s openly a lesbian but thanks I guess

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When you say ”grab a drink” please say you meant going to a bar I’d like to see you drunk

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Well. I guess I was right. Matteo did figure it out in the most unpredictable way.

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My childhood rival included a Phineas and Ferb reference in her latest fic I’m so proud <3

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Stop reading my fanfictions

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You know fully well you update them only because of me 😘 Your little notes saying ”I know a certain someone who will like this chapter” is def for me

Also the fact that a character climbed through a window in one of them? Please you got that from real life experiences

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What is happening between you two??

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Phineas and Ferb is what’s happening.

Also Vilu, please read chapter 43 of Ludmila’s 170 chapters fic, I am pretty sure she based that from you.

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It’s just two best friends who everyone is sure is in love but they haven’t realized it themselves??

I don’t get it.

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#hope the reveal didn’t feel underwhelming #i just wanted him to find out in the most random way #violetta #soy luna #if dcla characters had tumblr

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beefstrugglenoff · 7 months

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Tag someone who's always waking up pregnant

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laguz · 9 months

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tag someone who’s always waking up pregnant

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destielgaysex · 1 year

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rowenared: tag someone whos always waking up pregnant

samwinchester: @.castielofthelord

impala84: LEAVE.

#thank you cas

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depressedhouseplant · 1 month

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🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

Chapter 7

Tags: Smut, somnophilia if you squint

A/N: Look who finally figured out the cut feature!

“I have great news,” Jin hissed. Yoongi rolled over. His head was swimming and his arm was cuffed to the bed. He must have come from the pen and they had to sedate him after he’d been knotted.

“What?” he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up.

“I’m pregnant,” Jin beamed.

“Congratulations?” Yoongi replied.

“Namjoon has been trying for almost a year. I just found out this morning, but...you weren’t here,” Jin replied.

Yoongi was never happy to find out he was pregnant. However, it was better than the alternative. It kept him alive.

“Is he your only...client...these days?” Yoongi asked.

“Yup. He said he has to pay extra every time to make sure that he’s the only one allowed to breed with me,” Jin replied.

“They’ll do anything if you pay for it,” Yoongi said bitterly. Like let Alphas chase you around a pen, then tie you down so they can knot you.

“He’s one of the good ones, Yoon. His mate is really sick. They want to have at least one pup before...you know,” Jin told him.

“And you believe him?” Yoongi questioned.

“He always smells sad when he comes in. Sometimes he doesn’t even knot me. We just talk. I know that sounds like a waste of money, but I think he needs someone to vent to. He smells less sad when he leaves. Sometimes you get a feeling with an Alpha, you know? You can’t tell me you haven’t had at least one who you felt like was only here because he felt like he didn’t have any other choice. He wasn’t here to hurt us. That’s Namjoon. They don’t have a choice. His mate is too sick to do anything, but they really want a pup. He’ll be thrilled when I tell him,” Jin told him. Yoongi sighed. Jin was right. There were Alphas who were there to do their business and leave. There were some who felt so guilty that they couldn’t even get it up no matter how aggressively Yoongi presented. Maybe they were like Namjoon. Their mates were sick or infertile, but they wanted a pup. Adoption was expensive and lengthy. Orphaned pups weren’t easy to come by. Only the incredibly affluent could afford adoption. Everyone else was forced to go to Breeders. It was illegal and unethical, but it was still a standard practice.

Their farm specialized in male Omegas. They were only slightly less common than female Omegas, but a lot of male Alphas had a closet kink for male Omegas. Their mates were generally female, but they’d lie and say they went to an all female farm or a mixed farm. Their mates never met the male Omegas carrying their future pup. The farm’s owner claimed confidentiality on the part of the Breeder. The male Alphas paid for discretion and they got it. Only a very small number of Alphas using the services of the Breeders actually had male mates. Namjoon was one of those few. It was probably why he treated Jin so well. His own mate was male and he wasn’t in it for the kink. He honestly wanted the pup.

“Then congratulations to both of you,” Yoongi said having woken up more.

“Thank you,” Jin grinned. This was Jin’s 4th pregnancy and the only one that mattered. Yoongi had given birth to twins about 2 months before. It was his 3rd pregnancy. Jin had been there longer than Yoongi, but his heats were less predictable. Yoongi’s were like clockwork. They’d save that for clients looking to actually breed. The rest of the month was spent as a plaything for sadistic Alphas to get their knots off.

“Go back to sleep. You look horrible,” Jin said.

“Gee thanks,” Yoongi glared.

“Just being honest,” Jin shrugged.

Yoongi woke up from the dream on his own. He wouldn’t call it a nightmare per se. That was when Jin had Jisoo. Unfortunately he had to pass her off to a single father. Namjoon’s mate died while Jin was pregnant. Namjoon spent every day with Jin the last trimester while he grieved. Yoongi remembered how sorry he felt for him. Yoongi also remembered trying to calculate how much money Namjoon spent just to spend time with Jin. Namjoon said he’d eventually paid to get Jin out of there. Yoongi could only imagine how many zeroes were after that 1.

The pup moved itself onto Yoongi’s bladder. That was another thing he hated about being pregnant - having to pee all the time. He wasn’t quite ready to go back to sleep after he went to the bathroom so he decided to walk around the house for a bit. If nothing else, moving around made his joints a little less stiff. His thighs were tired all the time, but his knees could get stiff pretty quickly. Hobi and Tae didn’t like him walking around too much even though it made him feel slightly better. The pup was officially within the proper range for its development. Yoongi was 5 and a half months and was convinced he’d already been pregnant for a year. He reminded himself that he had the freedom to walk around wherever he wanted.

The Omegas were kept in a holding area where they were generally allowed to at least walk around and socialize. Except for ones like Yoongi. They kept him segregated. They didn’t want him giving the others ideas. Jin had proven that he could be trusted so he was allowed to visit Yoongi when he was in isolation. He was essentially a kept Omega so they figured he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. They were half right.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” Tae asked from behind him.

“Had to pee and now pup is restless,” Yoongi replied.

“Or maybe dad is restless,” Tae suggested.

“That too,” Yoongi agreed.

“You’re not the first escaped Breeder I’ve met,” Tae said, leaning against the doorframe.

“I kinda figured that,” Yoongi replied, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Your the first one I met who survived more than 48 hours, though,” he said.

“What happened to the others?” Yoongi asked, even though he knew the answer.

“Mostly dehydration and exposure. By the time someone found them or they found someone, it was too late,” Tae sat down across from Yoongi.

“I ran for 2 days before I ended up here. I spent most of the first day hiding from the trappers. Then I made it a decent distance that night. By that point, they’d lost my scent. I peed in random places to throw them off. I did everything I could think of to get them off my trail. Obviously it worked,” Yoongi told him.

“What kept you going?” Tae asked.

“Even if I died in the middle of the woods, at least I wasn’t there,” Yoongi replied.

“If your pup is half as tough as you, it’ll take over the world,” Tae grinned.

“I guess we’ll find out soon enough,” he patted the bump. “I’m sorry I haven’t been terribly friendly with you up until recently.”

“I get it. Nurses and Doctors weren’t exactly your friends,” Tae said.

“I don’t think they even saw us as human. I think we were just reproductive organs and the pups that came out of them,” Yoongi replied.

“That’s horrible,” Tae shook his head.

“I forgot that there are good people like you who exist to help people. You saved my life the first night. You saved pup’s life. You didn’t have to,” Yoongi smiled a little.

“Of course I did. I wasn’t going to let you die because you interrupted my episode of The Bachelor,” Tae said.

“The what?” Yoongi asked.

“It’s a crappy TV show. Don’t tell Hobi I watch it,” Tae grinned.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Yoongi smiled back.

“There you are,” Hobi said. They both looked up. He was rubbing his eyes as he walked into the kitchen.

“Had to pee and then stretch my knees,” Yoongi said.

“And I got home about an hour ago,” Tae said.

“Come back to bed, love. I’ll rub your legs for you,” Hobi said.

“Then get between them,” Tae said.

“You gave us permission,” Yoongi said as Hobi helped him up.

“Just try not to be too loud,” Tae sighed.

“Good night, Tae,” they said.

“Good night, you two,” he replied.

Yoongi sat with his back against the headboard and Hobi kneeled between his legs, massaging his thighs. Yoongi closed his eyes and sighed happily.

“Do your legs always get this sore when you’re pregnant?” Hobi asked.

“It’s gotten worse over the years. Of course, this is the first time I haven’t had multiples since my first. She was a single. She went to a family that wanted a pup,” Yoongi replied.

“Do you want a girl or a boy?” Hobi asked.

“Honestly, I’ll be happy to be able to keep it. It doesn’t really matter to me,” Yoongi replied. “Did you have a preference?”

“I think I want a girl. A daddies’ girl,” Hobi said. Yoongi smiled.

“Well, I’ve had 6 girls and 2 boys over the years, so the odds are in your favor,” Yoongi told him.

“I hope so. Not that I’d be unhappy with a boy. A healthy pup is the most important thing,” Hobi replied.

“Agreed,” Yoongi said.

“How are the legs?” Hobi asked.

“Much better. Thank you, love,” Yoongi put his hand on Hobi’s cheek.

Hobi leaned over and. kissed him.

“Though I am tempted to take Tae’s suggestion,” Yoongi said.

“Are you? Hobi rubbed his nose on Yoongi’s.

“How about you knot me to put me back to sleep?” Yoongi suggested.

“Anything to help you sleep,” Hobi kissed him and pulled down Yoongi’s pajama pants as he sat back up. He was slick and ready for Hobi. Hobi got out of his pajamas and slid into Yoongi. He was still kneeling when Yoongi wrapped his legs around him.

“Not gonna let me go until you’re satisfied?” Hobi teased.

“Nope,” Yoongi grinned.

“Okay then,” he held on to his mate’s hips and begin thrusting. Yoongi happily groaned. Part of Hobi was holding back because of the pup. Even though he’d been cleared and the pup was a normal size now, Hobi still worried. He also wanted to make Yoongi happy, though. It was a balance he hadn’t quite figured out yet. He settled for a slight bucking of his hips that hit a spot he read was particularly sensitive on Omegas. (Tae wasn’t the only one who could do research, Hobi just had to clear his browser history better). That seemed to work. Yoongi started to squirm and moan. He clawed at the sheets and slightly arched his back.

“Good spot?” Hobi asked.

“Yes,” Yoongi panted.

“Perfect,” Hobi got a better grip on his hips and kept going. Yoongi started to breathe harder. Hobi felt his knot start to form. Watching his mate got him hotter. He was loathe to attempt dirty talk in case he said something wrong, so he settled for watching Yoongi writhe & grunt underneath him as he pleasured him. His knot got bigger.

“I’m so close,” Yoongi whined and tightened his legs around Hobi’s waist. Hobi switched to longer, drawn out motions. Yoongi came with almost no warning. He locked his legs around Hobi and rode him while he came. Hobi let him do it and felt his knot steadily grow. His mate deserved the autonomy. Plus it was hot as fuck to watch how much he enjoyed Hobi’s cock. Yoongi finished and looked up at Hobi, almost completely spent.

“I won’t be offended if you fall asleep before I even finish,” Hobi brushed his hand through Yoongi’s hair.

“Good because I might,” he replied. Hobi laughed as Yoongi released his legs. Hobi took a few more perfectly timed thrusts and he came. After his knot formed & his cock had pumped all it had into Yoongi, he looked down and saw Yoongi was, in fact, asleep. He looked practically ethereal with his fair skin and blonde hair. His chest had started to grow in order to breastfeed. Then the bump. The bump that held their miracle pup. Technically it was Yoongi’s miracle because it survived when it shouldn’t have. Hobi had pulled them both out of the mud that night. They were both his. He just didn’t know the pup was there until after.

Maybe someday they’d have more pups. Pups that were genetically his. Hobi would understand if Yoongi didn’t want that. This was his 10th pup. It would be cruel to make him feel like he needed to have more. He would still love this pup and raise it like his own. If Yoongi wanted more pups, then they could have more pups. If he didn’t, Hobi would be okay with that, too.

His knot had gone down enough that he could move, so Hobi carefully extracted himself and lied on his side next to Yoongi. Yoongi rolled over to face him and loosely put his arms around Hobi’s neck.

“I love you, Yoongi,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Hobi,” Yoongi whispered back.

#minors dni #bts sope #bts fanfic #omegaverse #mpreg #bts smut

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