#tw child birth
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Ok so I doodled out some sketches for an au where Dolph was pregnant when Alex betrayed him. I’m putting it under cut for topics of mpreg, pregnancy horror , blood , child birth and the like , please don’t read on if that makes you uncomfortable
Don’t ask me how Dolph got pregnant (trans or some nonsense sci fi tech? Schrödinger's Gender!) but he did tell Alex just after the heist…… Alex still betrayed him anyways
Jade and Bullfrog help Dolph during his pregnancy and when the kid is born , they try coming up with an escape plan while not dying from one of Sarah’s missions. The three become incredibly close to one another during this time and end up being co parents
Kid’s name is Sky, which is iconic because he’s not gonna see the sky till he’s at least 4
Also Pey’J dies in this au but idk about Cody. He probably baby sits
idk if I’ll do more of this besides more doodles 🤷♀️ don’t ask me about the larger picture I just want to throw Dolph into a child custody battle against Alex
#captain laserhawk#rambles#Doodles#dolph laserhawk#mpreg#tw mpreg#tw pregnancy#pregnancy horror#Tw blood#blood#Tw child birth#Idk if this all that graphic besides the blood but I rather be safe than sorry#If I do more/clean stuff I may add this to my main but have it here for now
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Little butterfly , part 2
Albert wesker x reader , part 1
Minors DNI
The cold autumn air cooled your sweaty body as you found yourself running through the silence of the night. The weight of the bag on your shoulder felt light compared to the black hole in your heart threatening to swallow you whole. With quivering lips and teary eyes , you stood out from between the few people coming home so late. The main road isn’t too far and you’d rather get a cab somewhere with a blind spot than call and have the company tracked through your phone records.
Looking around to make sure there’s no one watching , you hailed the taxi heading near you and stepped inside tugging your hoodie up while answering the driver. You can feel his eyes lingering at you for a second questioning your action as you tried your best to keep your face hidden but he resumed his driving anyway. You’re clearly not the weirdest customer he ever had. Taking a deep breath while trying to maintain a calm demeanor , the destination wasn’t far.
You didn’t renew your card and decided to withdraw all your money to transfer it into a different bank , or so you told him when he asked. That was two weeks ago and any suspicions he had had disappeared when he saw you open a bank account in his bank. He looked so smug that day it made you grit your teeth. The driver stopped but you assured him to drive slowly further , into another blind spot you made sure to not when you found a shop front camera.
Paying the man and heading towards a dark alleyway , you noticed a homeless man sleeping near. Shrugging off your hoodie and replacing it with a thick sweater with a matching cap you had hidden inside the backpack. Placing the garments on the sleeping man , you started tucking any stray hairs inside your hat. Hiding your hair under the cap is annoying but it’ll have to do as you walked toward the streets once more and called for a different taxi. The streets were empty so you had to wait a while before one appeared.
Hopping sinice once more , you gave the driver new directions. The airport was close but not enough for a walking distance you just needed to be close enough to walk there safely. He had so many connections and influence you just couldn’t risk it. Taking a deep breath and sinking into the chair again , you stared out of the window admiring the calmness of the midnight. Your bag contained only your bare minimum while your backpack held everything you needed to leave and never look back.
Really can't remember where I left my spine
Carrying my body in a bag for dimes Hidden in the pages of the New York Times at home
The walk to the airport was unfateful as you tried to be as alert as humanly possible. The adrenaline rush inside you caused your heartbeat to thump inside your ear. The sneakers you wore were ones that you used enough to be broken in and comfortable but not much it’s worn out. The new jacket you have on was a gift from Jill that you never wore as it wasn’t your style. Your hair is covered in a wig with your hair color but a completely different style and length.
Only thing that stood out from you was the medical mask you were wearing but you crunched a tissue between your hands and your eyes were bloodshot. One look at you and people will assume you have a cold and go on with their business. Anything more and you’d stick out like a sore thumb and raise eyebrows toward you. The attention was the last thing you needed and you prayed the airport was crowded so you'd go unnoticed.
For the first time , it seemed like your prayers were answered as the place was a shit show. A flight was pushed back half an hour and there was chaos as you tried to mingle between people and act naturally. It’s a connecting flight that you’ll leave in the first country and with that , Raccoon city with him will be out of your life forever. The tears returned as the lump you barely swallowed forced you to head to the bathroom. You need to get it together, freedom is so close you can taste it.
Inside the bathroom you splashed cold water into your face making sure the mask on your neck stays dry. There’s only one other woman there and she appeared too sleep deprived to care about whatever you’re going through. The burning in your eyes didn’t stop but spread like a wildfire causing you to break into an ugly cry. The woman left before you collapsed trying to take a deep breath through your hyperventilating.
Everything felt so suffecting as if the walls were closing causing sudden nausea to join. You sprinted to the nearest toilet and emptied your stomach trying so hard not to choke through your tears. Closing the lid and flushing down the mess , you walked with shaky legs toward the sink again washing all evidence of your meltdown away.
As your body slowly calmed down , you opened your backpack once more to replace the damaged mask with a fresh one while grabbing your pills while you’re at it. Popping once inside your throat came first before you bought the mask on again. Your reflection looked worse for wear but at least it made the mask appear natural with how sickly you looked. Gathering as much composure as you could , you walked out towards the check in.
And maybe I'll be better if I take my meds
Ain't a double header if you lose your head
Tried a medication that I bought instead It's working for a little but there's not much left
He was distracted and others could tell. A nagging voice in the back of his head kept screaming at him like an annoying alarm. His Intuition never failed him but it appears baseless this time. He stared around trying to find whatever could cause it yet found nothing out of the ordinary. His morning was a good one as he and his little dove had breakfast before he left to work. She was under the weather lately and the stress of jealousy was driving her mad. A hostage situation soon after was handled smoothly by the alpha team with his lead and the virus he and Birkin are working on is advancing as scheduled.
His colleague broke him out of trance with the experiment results. A smirk formed on his lips as he stared at the tyrant embryo in front of him. All they needed to do was plant it in a worthy subject and the perfect human form will be born. Well , second perfect to himself as the injection they’re working on is finalized. The puzzle pieces are taking place forming the perfect picture for him. He’ll be immortal above everyone soon enough. His phone rang, raising an eyebrow from him and his friend. Only few people know his real number and none of them have any business calling him so late.
You gripped the burner phone tightly as you walked towards your gate making sure no announcements could be heard through the phone. The ringing stopped and it was met with silence and you took a deep breath.
“I quit , goodbye.”
You turned the old phone off before breaking it and throwing it away in the trash. You’ve been in enough kidnapping to know how to not be traced. Use an old phone , burner number , and always hang up before 30 seconds. Even if he miraculously tracked you , you’d be in a foreign land away from his grasp. Tears of relief filled your eyes as you tried to hold in a laugh.
The aching in your feet made you groan while the flight attendance led you to your seat. It was an aisle seat - something you didn’t mind - but the smell of coffee that invaded your nose made you gag. This brought attention to you as the stewardess a little loudly if you’re okay.
“I’m sorry , I’m pregnant and I can’t stand the smell of coffee.”
“I apologize , I’ll see if I can find any empty seats for you.”
She said sweetly as you stood awkwardly trying to block the smell from attacking your nostril while shifting your weight around your throbbing feets. The attendance returned faster than you expected leading you toward the first class.
“All of the seats in economy and business are taken and we apologize for any inconvenience.”
You blinked in shock before you smiled at her.
“Thank you so much.”
Most of the first class seats were empty and she led you toward a row without anyone in it giving you the pick of any seat you like. You took the window seat as she pointed to where the first class bathroom was and the barf bags if you needed them.
This kindness made you tear up for the millionth time today. After everything that happened this last year , you’re so drained and burnt out. Your hand rested at your stomach as you closed your eyes. The seat was bigger and more comfortable melting the tension you carried around.
Darling don't you weep
There's a place for me
Somewhere we can sleep
See you in your dreams
The atmosphere at STARS office was miserable to say the least. Your sudden absence came as a shock to everyone you’ve befriended through the time you were there while the captain’s sharp change in attitude was the nail to the coffin. Without you to handle the paperwork, the documents piled up so fast. That didn’t help with how Wesker was always on edge , like a caged lion ready to attack anyone who provokes him.
Chris seemed to take most of his attacks even when the young man swears he didn’t do anything wrong. It didn’t spare the rest however as any little mistake would be faced with an angry bark and overtime. The lack of caffeine didn’t help as you’ve stopped buying the beans a while ago saying something about a spoiled bag but never replacing it. No one knew how you made it just right and after tasting yours , it was impossible to return to the bland burnt taste.
Wesker was glaring at his screen while holding his armchair so harshly it snapped in his hand. It’s been over five months but there was no trace of you anywhere. He knew you were smart but didn’t expect you to be this smart. His chest swelled with pride but that was overshadowed with anger. You dared escape him ? He knew you were displeased with his sham of a marriage but to think you’d leave without his permission drove him mad with rage. You belonged to him until he said otherwise and he always kept what’s his. The last conversion you two had played in his mind as he tossed the piece in his hand on the floor.
Your eyes were puffy from the tears you’ve silently shed in the shower. You were clearly nervous and afraid with how your body was fidgeting as the question left your lips.
“Would you ever leave her ?”
Your voice was raspy and weak. This again ? It’s too early to reveal anything about him. Not until he becomes above human and get out of under umbrella’s thumb.
“No”
“Why not ? Aren’t I good enough ?”
You sounded desperate and full of grief. He hated it when you questioned him just as how he hated how his heart pained him with your pain.
“Never ask me about this again , now get back to bed unlike you, I have work tomorrow.”
Ever since a little girl, I found it sweet Driving past a graveyard on a lonesome street
All the little flowers gave me something to believe in
Hormonal was an understatement to how you’ve been feeling lately. Traveling through different connecting flights before settling in one country , then going through different cities to make sure whatever trail they have on you goes cold , you settled in a small town in England. Your identity was changed multiple times as you went , you’ve used them as you traveled around thankful for your job at STARS. You had access to criminal data using other STAR members IDs.
The only reason you settled down was your growing belly was too exhausting to travel with anymore. The place wasn’t bad at all as you enjoyed the weather and the people there were friendly enough. Playing the part of the grieving widow who lost her husband as she carried his child brought enough sympathy for them to leave you alone but be helpful when needed.
The cold feeling of the gel spread on your stomach made you flinch as the doctor started the examination. The image of your child made your heart swell in joy while the doctor talked.
“Everything’s going well , she’s healthy and growing strong. Her weight is in the normal range.”
Your smiles grew wider as the doctor kept talking and showing you different angles of her. The fear you’ve felt when your period was late was soon forgotten as the weight of the new life took over. You wanted her so bad but seeing how he’ll never leave his wife frightened you over her fate. He’s a powerful man who’ll do anything to get what he wants and you know he could kill you and make it look like an accident. Your hand landed on your swelling stomach protectively as the love built up inside you. You’ll keep her safe from anything, especially him.
The nurse handed you copies of the ultrasound that you carefully tucked inside your wallet. A new material for the album you’re putting together to give her on her 18th birthday. It made your smile grow wider as you walked outside where your landlords waited for you. The elderly couple couldn’t afford help around the house and rented a room to pay in exchange for it. They welcomed you so quickly and even drove you to your appointments.
Their faces were full of expectation as you showed them the picture in your wallet as you all walked towards the car. They talked excitedly about the nursery you’ve started building in the next room they so kindly let you take even when the agreement was just one room , while trying to point similarities in the blurry image. Losing a child is a slow death but your presence brought joy to their life as they started seeing you as their own. You were so happy with Albert but this simple happiness was everything you’ve ever wanted.
Darling don't you cry
Head fast toward the light
Foolish men have tried
But only you have shown me how to love being alive
Albert stood in front of umbrella’s HQ with gritted teeth. He hated needing to return there for help , it felt like a wound to his pride that he needed to go back there to get results. His work as STARS captain and connections in the underworld should’ve been enough to find you but you used your intimate knowledge of how he works to disappear from his sight.
The last option was to use Umbrella’s world wide connection in the field of medicine to find you. It irks him that it’s been 8 months since you’ve left without a trace. The more time goes by , the more his desire for you increases. He wanted - no needed you by his side. He walked inside thinking of all the punishments he’d do once he got his hands on you.
Your labor came in full force as you were making dinner for your new found family. Screaming loud enough to alert the entire street. The pain was so intense it made you so thankful to have people around you to instruct you to breathe as they moved away outside. It felt like forever but also instant. The contractions pain was so intense as you’ve been pushed by the nurse toward the hospital room. She helped you get up on the bed as the doctor started examining you.
“10cm dilated , we need you in delivery now.”
An oxygen mask was placed on you as they pushed the bed toward the delivery room , the pain made the sounds feel so far away while the doctor firm hand held your shoulders for comfort.
Your mind kept passing out during it and as the hours went by , a small scream filled the room.
Laying back exhausted , sweaty , and shaking you watched the doctor carry the smallest baby you’ve ever seen.
You blinked the tears away as she was put between your arms. She was pink all over and felt so small between your arms. If someone could die of joy , then you would’ve dropped dead then and there. She stopped sobbing the moment you held as if she knew which made you sob in return. The warmth of her between your arms made all the pain emotional and physical worth it.
“I have to say , this is the fastest birth I’ve ever been in. It’s almost as if your child stopped you from feeling the pain until you were ready for birth. Most women feel contractions a day before the actual labor.”
The doctor said as she looked down at you both with clear curiosity. You smiled and hugged her towards you. Her blonde head similar to her dad stood out against her pinkish skin. You patted her hair so softly as your finger came down to trace her features as gently as possible. her eyes slowly opened revealing ocean blue eyes while her small hand wrapped around the offending finger. Your heart melted as you planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
Until it's time to see the light
I'll make my own with you each night
I'll kidnap all the stars and I will keep them in your eyes
I'll wrap them up in velvet twine
And hang them from a fishing line
So I can see them any time I'd like
Albert Wesker died and was reborn hours later. His smile was so wide as he laughed maniacally at his fully recovered body. The self destruct system blared its sound over the speaker as he wiped the dust off his clothes confidently. He walked towards the umbrella's computer determined to get everything he needed to start over before leaving.
As he grabbed the copied files , an email arrived causing him to raise his eyebrows.
His heart skipped a beat as he held his breath for a second. Picture of you under a different alliance with an address , your medical file attached to it. Wrote down the address ignoring the files as he lacked time to read everything. He knows where you are now and he’s going to get his woman back.
Everything was perfect , the house was empty except you two with the owners going out for date night. You cooked food , fed your little ray of sunshine and put her to sleep in the nursery. The couch was welcoming as you sat and put the TV on, determined to enjoy the rare peace and quiet while keeping the baby monitor near.
Halfway through your popcorn , a sudden knock on your door distracted you. Cussing on the sounds , you got up quickly trying to open it before it wakes her up. Did they forget their keys ? You made sure to remind them before they left.
“I’m coming !”
A gun shoved in front of your face made you squeal as you took a step back in fear. A familiar voice called your name in shock as you stared back at the warm hazel eyes. You’re not sure who was more surprised at the encounter , you or Chris who broke into apologizes at your scared form.
“I’m so sorry ! This place was flagged by Umbrella system so I assumed wesker other bioweapon was …”
“What did you just say ?”
You cut him off trying to comprehend what you just heard , your address flagged ? Wesker ? Bioweapon ?
“Right. you don’t know, do you ?”
He said awkwardly as he caressed his neck while looking around.
“Can I come in ? I’ll explain everything.”
You opened the door welcoming him as he fiddled around nervously. A small cry came from the nursery as you headed there leaving him behind. She immediately calmed down as you held her close , sucking on her thumb staring at you with her clear eyes. She had a habit of waking up startled and calming almost instantly once you’re around. Hugging her tightly , you returned to the living room where Chris was still standing trying not to stare at you.
“Chis , meet baby Chris.”
He raised an eyebrow and you laughed.
“Alana Christina but we call her Chris.”
His steps were slow as he tried not to frighten the small bundle in your arms; however , she dropped her finger and gave him a sweet smile.
“She’s so cute, so it’s Alana Christian and your last name “
This made you giggle and invited him to sit next to you on the couch.
“Thank you ! And yes I wanted her middle name after someone precious to me. Now can you explain everything ?”
His face was filled with deep blush as he tried hard to contain a smile at the knowledge , he missed you terribly. He frowned as he remembered why he was here in the first place, you knew nothing of Umbrella and wesker deeds yet they ran a check on your address whatever it is , he’ll keep you safe this time even if it cost his life.
Darling don't you weep
There's a place for me
Somewhere we can sleep
I'll see you in your dreams
Wesker looked around the street he arrived on in disgust. The place was backward to say the least , with barely any modern houses or decent streets. The ride was bumpy, stopping him from working through it like he usually does and no decent hotel was near either. Finding you asap was his first priority and it took him longer than he liked to locate the middle of nowhere hospital that had your file.
Through it , he tried to check the old signs for any address as this was more of a village than a small town really. It was filled with elderly people coming to retire instead of people trying to live in and build a community. He stepped out of the car as they arrived in the small cabin that had you in it , a car parked in front with the lights still on. A twisted smirk took over as he felt the anger , betrayal , sexual frustrating all raise within him at once. He wanted to wring your neck but also fuck your brains out on the spot.
Taking a deep breath to regain his composure , he kicked the door down, refusing to give a chance to flee again. He looked around the empty living room in a frown before he moved towards the kitchen but it was laughably bare. All the food was gone and the fridge wasn’t even on. His eyes snapped open in anger as he almost tore the nearest bedroom off it hinges to be met with the same thing.
The bed was bare without a mattress , whoever lived in it had clearly moved not long ago judging by how dust free it was. Blinding fury filled his vain like a poison making him lose his self control , throwing the pieces on the wall breaking them in pieces. The next room was completely bare , with only baby pink walls to stand out from the old paint around. He kicked the door in half as he advanced toward the exit , it didn’t matter where you went. Sooner or later you’ll be under his thumb and you’ll pay for everything.
Looking around the new place in curiosity while your new roommate carried everything you needed inside , you were quite impressed with everything. For an apartment for a bachelor , the place was clean and had a pleasant scent to it. You didn’t know what to expect when Chris invited you to live with him for protection but you appreciated it anyway. Baby Chris was gooing and copying your expressions, seeming at ease with the whole transition. Your doctor told you she's an extremely impressive child , hitting all milestones early - too early - making you uncomfortable with her tone.
The doctor expected you to let her run tests on your toddler to determine how she’s so advanced compared to her peers and see how her health almost never declines. Did the doctor flag you and your child ? Did she want to run experiments on your baby girl turning her into a bio weapon ? You shuddered in shock before sitting down on the recliner in the middle of the room. You didn't feel comfortable finding your own room without Chris fearing to invade his privacy.
As your thoughts ran wild , a sharp pain stabbed your heart as the memory of your friend informing you about the death of your lover - ex lover. Your bottom lips started shaking as you tried to hold back from the ugly sobs trying to break free. You were too worried about getting to safety and switching countries to process the fact that your Al was gone. He wasn’t yours by any mean but he held such a special place for your heart , one that no one could ever replace. A soft sound came from your lap , as you precious Alana patted your cheeks in an attempt to comfort you.
Alana Christina was an odd combo but you loved it. Alana for your Albert , she was the fruit of your love after all. The middle name wasn’t something you cared much for but Christina was the elderly couple's daughter's name and you could tell they wanted you to use it. Having Chris be your daughter's middle name was a comfort hoping she’ll get his sweet personality. Her small hand kept weakly hitting your cheek as a way to break you off your depressing thoughts.
You leaned in and kissed her soft face as she started giggling, infecting you with laughter as well.
Darling don't you cry
Head fast toward the light
Foolish men have tried
But only you have shown me how to love being alive
#albert wesker x reader#Chris redfield x reader#resident evil x reader#resident evil#tw pregnancy#tw child birth
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Adding onto the coma babies au because ive got the brainrot now:
So, since Touya has a lot of 'desirable' features, what if some of the babies he had were instead supposed to be trafficked off? Because Ujiko and whoever the fuck the sunflower man is seem like the type of people involved in child trafficking.
Then, if any of his babies were still alive and in that hospital, Touya would've killed them unknowingly when he set it ablaze.
Yeah I mean I'm kinda partial to the idea of that facility also trafficking the kids/selling them to Johns and Touya being visited pretty often because he's pretty and he's in a coma so he can't fuss or refuse anything anyone does to him. The kids there were apparently spares for if Tomura didn't work out, so they probably did all kinds of awful things to those kids both as test runs so they knew if it would work on Tomura (ie super risky experiments) or just generally things that they wouldn't even dream of doing to Tomura, especially since Tenko was working out so they didnt need those kids. They were just numbers.
Touya's babies though, selling them off in some high prestige black market deal to the highest bidders- especially like, quirk and value wise. Those babies come from "A Hero Bloodline" and would be promised to have strong quirks, be very "desirable" appearance wise, etc even if they're not being totally truthful about it
Dead dove shit like this always makes me think, like, it's awful but I'm 👀
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I sure hope a man who regularly dresses as a Scarecrow and claims he's the Master of Fear doesn't show up, marry me, consentually pin me down and 'force' me to bare his child/children, that would be terrible and it's totally my biggest fear! 👀
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hey i watched inside job because of your saw baby drawing. needless to say i was disappointed brett never canonically gave birth
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#asks? in my inbox? it's more likely than you think.#WHATT???????????#HI??????#tw childbirth#tw child birth#tw child birth mention#tw childbirth mention#there's not enough tags i could put on this post to fully shield it from the eyes of my *checks list* 945 followers#im sorry.
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Welcome Julia Walter
#tw child birth#this mod is wild#like very detailed#i had to censor her more#too much showing#waltergen1#walter legacy#walter gen 1#ts4#sims 4#the sims 4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 mm#ts4 screenshots#sims 4 gameplay#legacy challenge#ts4 legacy challenge#ts4 legacy#legacy#sims 4 legacy
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Lilah-Kate Millington
The greastest of luxuries is your secrets
TW: teen pregnancy, death, illness, child birth, secret child, heart attack
FAST FACTS
Aurora bay native, 40
Friendly, compassionate, guarded, clumsy
Publushing Editor
Quite by nature, but hotheaded when angered.
Big people pleaser, has a hard time standing up for herself or saying no to others.
Has cat named marmalade
Lilah-Kate fell in love with a blue eyed boy named Christopher at 16, was heartbroken when he left, discovered she was pregnant later and wanted the child so much. her parents passed off the baby off as her younger sister. Recently her daughter learned the truth
Loves to read, knit and is a worthy scrabble opponent, loves tea, hates the feeling of sand in her clothes
Turned down a marriage proposal from her long time boyfriend because she’s afraid of commitment
Has been hooking up with a guy named Gary who works at the local grocery store.
Has a descent singing voice, plays the piano.
Was a horse girl growing up. She competed in equestrian jumping competitions.
Still sleeps with a stuffed horse she’s had since she was a little girl.
allergic to apples
The only child of ruthless California politician John Lionel Millington and his wife Kathryn, a concert celloist, Lilah-Kate was bread to be an ideal daughter, with that came a never ending pressure to please her parents. She felt like a puppet on parade at social events growing up. Not a hair out of place, or an uncouth act. Her parents kept her extremely sheltered and structured with piano lessons and studying, leaving little room for her to step a toe out of line.
Her favorite pass time was losing herself in a book. She found solace in the warn pages, her mind venturing off on grand adventures she longed to take but never would. Her parents had done a good job of snuffing out any big ideals the girl had. She felt trapped, unable to go against them. Her life was a comfortable but lonely, and mundane in existence. She had little friends outside of her family’s circle. Her first taste of freedom came when she began her Cotillion course during the spring her junior year. For the first time in your life, she felt like she had true girlfriends and was able to have fun without her parents breathing down her neck. She had been paired with a blue eyed charmer as he’d escort and within the first week she was in love with him. The two continued a secret romance on through the rest of summer following the coming out ball.
Her heart shattered when she learned he’d be moving away with his family come august though he promised to call and left her with junior class ring. By mid October she realized her left her with more than a ring and a aching heart, she was carrying his child, a thought that terrified her to her core. Her parents were going to be beyond disappointed. She couldn’t face them, so she hid it until school let out for Christmas break. As predicted, her father was furious and her mother mortified about what this could mean for the family name. Their little girl, ruined, an unwed mother. She sat for hours, knees up and tears flowing in her parents study while they argued over how to handle this issue. They couldn’t even acknowledge that it was a baby. Never asking what she wanted. Not that they had ever cared what she thought.
It was finally decided they would raise the child as her younger sibling. Her mother would announce she was pregnant again and the family would leave as planned for their planned ski trip to the Hampton’s. Days later word got out that had Lilah-Kate broken her back in tragic accident which left her bed bound and unable to attend the spring semester. It was a horrible lie, a perfect horrible lie that everyone believed without question. She hated going along with it, getting cards and flowers and phone calls of well wishes while she was locked up in her family home waiting for the baby to come was torture. Her parents made it clear she could never tell and soul, and she never did. She threw herself into her studies and tried hard not to think about it. The baby came in late April. A girl, and in may Lilah-Kate returned to walk across the stage to receive her diploma, the whole student body cheering for her recovery as she gave her salutatorian speech. She’d never felt more ashamed in her life.
Lilah spent the summer trying to bond with her daughter. She even plucked up an ounce of courage to fight her parents about raising her. She hadn’t agreed to any of this after all. All summer they wore her down, Eventually, she began to believe them. She was crummy mother. She wasn’t sleeping due to the baby’s colic and postpartum depression hit her full force. All She was barely seventeen. She couldn’t be anyone’s mother. Who was she kidding? Her daughter would be much better off with her parents, as her sister. As usual, her parents knew best.
Defeated, she left Aurora Bay to attend college in the fall in New York where she studied literature and journalism. She hardly came home after that. Staying away was easier, out of sight out of mind, but when her mother got sick seven years later and passed she had no choice but to come home and help her father care for her little ‘sister’ it was an adjustment at first, and things were a bit awkward, but they fell into a groove. Then, her father suffered a heart attack five years later and never fully recovered, so Lilah took over guardianship of her then 12-year-old sister, moving into the family estate and works mostly from home editing manuscripts and looking after their dad. She tried her best to be there for her sister, to be what she deserved which was certainly better than her. Her parents words still embedded into her brain. She loves the girl dearly, but keeps her at arms length most of the time. Afraid to get too close.
Just recently; their father passed away leaving the girls to sort out the estate. While cleaning out the house her sister accidentally discovered the truth. They weren’t sisters, they were mother. Their long time family secret revealed, Lilah-Kate isn’t sure how to proceed. She’d never planned on telling her the truth, it was easier, not disrupting her life or ruining the relationship they have now.
Free from her parents grip finally, and the truth out, Lilah’s realizing just how sad she really has been all these years. Her life has not been her own, and she wonders if this is all it’ll ever be. Is it too late for her to embrace herself as she truly is; instead of who she was expected to be?
WC'S
Sister/daughter : Raised as Lilah-Kate’s younger sister, and only found out the truth recently.
Family: Cousins
Friends : From high school, the cotillion from family connections/acquaintances. Collage.
#tw child birth#tw secret child#tw death#tw heart attack#tw illness#tw teen pregnancy#{ liliah-kate }#intro#aurorabay.intro
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Tell me; Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Looks like we made it.
Look how far we've come my baby
We mighta took the long way. We knew we'd get there someday
Ode to my love;
I wanna slow dance in the living room like: We're 18 at senior prom and grow old with someone who makes me feel young.
I want a road trip in the summers. I wanna make fun of each other. I wanna rock out to Billy Joel. And flip our kids off when they call us old.
A kiss on the forehead, a date night. Fake an apology after a fight.
He'll accidentally burn our dinner. And let me be the scrabble winner.
And when my body changes shapes. He'll say, "Oh my God, you look hot today."
Faithfully yours,
Future Mrs. Hamilton ❤️
@ofwildheartsxx
#{ Andrea Hamilton }#tw child birth#tw death mention#tw pregnancy#tw military#tw ptsd#tw flashing#Andrea x Christian#big swoon#{ Andrea Williams Hamilton }#{ Christian Hamilton }#tw: flash#I spent way too long on this and I’m still not totally pleased; it’s sad lol
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I see you’re getting a lot of anon messages about what’s going on in our country currently. I just wanted to share a personal perspective if that’s okay. I have a three year old daughter. She’s the light of my life. However, my pregnancy almost killed me. I still have lasting effects from it both physically and psychologically. Then came time for the actual child birth, and my heart almost gave out during it. Literally pregnancy and childbirth almost killed me. Now I live in constant fear of getting pregnant again. I take the necessary precautions, but accidents can still happen. If I got pregnant again and I needed to choose between a fetus or a guarantee that of being alive for my daughter I’ll choose the second option. I need abortion to guarantee that my daughter has a mother. That doesn’t make me a bad person. It doesn’t make me a murderer. It makes me human.
Kate thank you so much for being brave and strong enough to share your story with me. I respect the hell out of you and I thank the stars that you and your beautiful daughter survived.
This is exactly the stuff I’m talking about in terms of people not understanding the facts and circumstances that go in to making decisions like this. How pregnancy can affect women and their bodies. The traumas that a lot of people are left with post delivery.
Having a baby isn’t always rainbow and sunshine. It’s not perfectly healthy pregnancies. It’s not pushing once and the baby coming out unharmed with your perineum intact. It’s not realistic. It doesn’t happen like that for everyone.
Choosing to stay alive for yourself and your daughter absolutely does not make you a bad person, a murderer, a monster—or any of those things that people in this world want to make you out to be. It makes you strong, it makes you a good mother, and it makes you human (just as you said).
Again, thank you so much for being brave and sharing this story with me. I’m sending you all the love I can muster 🤍.
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i completely get what you're saying! and i also love how you went around to not hurt other people, but yes it's understandable and i get it! BUT EXPIRED BIRTH CONTROL??
i blame my shower for giving me a concussion man and it's so funny because i mean we were about to have sex but my shower said nope fuck you bitch
thank you!! tw for weight loss/gain and slight ed under the cut
i’ve thought about the iud but i just can’t. i used to be v thin and fit and then my sister stopped talking to me bc of our father and i didn’t deal w my feelings in the right way (if uou knkw what i mean i’m not gonna say the words) so i gained a ton of weight.
then i got better just before graduating and was healthier and felt happier about myself. then i got pregnant and gained 2x the amount of weight i had gained before and it sucked, but atleast i didn’t have a period. then i had the baby, and recovery wasn’t easy after we both nearly unalived and our stay in the nicu. i didn’t shed the weight as fast as i wanted and literally couldn’t look myself in the mirror bc i felt gross and i took that anger and hate out on andrew which didn’t help, and then finally started getting down to a more confident size and i can’t reverse that bc if i reverse that everything else gets reversed too
and yeah, expired birth control. no idea how it happened, but my doctor said nothing will happen other than the fact that i’ll get my period and i won’t be protected for a few weeks. i’m not gonna sue them or anything, it’s not like it was an epi pen or something lol (i say that bc my big sis lost her shit when i told her)
and i love that so much 😭 your shower really went “natasha no” 😂😂
#natashasera#sorry for how dark that got lol#i’ve never talked about it before so i hope it doesn’t trigger/hurt anyone#tw mental health#tw medic@l.#tw medicine#tw weight#tw weight loss#tw weight gain#tw child birth#tw food#tw periods#tw birth control#tw eating disorder#tw ed#tw dead beat dad
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since the touya being impregnated while in the coma au lives rent free in my mind:
how soon before touya woke up was his last baby? would he, after leaving, be dealing with the physical symptoms of just giving birth. what about the mental symptoms? i just did a deep dive into postpartum psychosis cases and Holy Shit.
would touya figure out what was wrong with him? like, if he's selling himself to get by, they keep on mentioning how loose he is. and he's like "??? ive been in a coma for years. how??"
OR... have you ever heard of a husband stitch? i can see ujiko doing that to him unless he liked the feeling of touya being all used up. i can also see enji having rei get the stitch, ngl
Oooh an excuse to ramble. Alright so like. Piece by piece here:
How soon before he woke up was his last pregnancy? Think it depend on if the pregnancies were intentional or not. My usual hc with the coma stuff is that they were trafficking Touya (and the other facility patients,) so if we go with the hc that he got pregnant because Johns/staff/whoever didn't use protection and knocked him up once or twice. It could be anywhere from recently to two years prior. On the flip side, the whole hc they were intentionally knocking him up to sell off the babies, then you'd think they'd be trying to get as many out of him as they can. They'd let him go full term (38-40 weeks at most) then do the C-section and knock him up again soon after (you can get pregnant as little as 3 weeks after birth), by those conditions assuming there werent any hiccups (miscarriages, abortions bc of medical issues, trouble getting him pregnant again) he could have had 3 kids during those 3 years, with the most recent one being within a few months of waking up.
The post partum psychosis thing: I actually gave him post partum psychosis in timh after he miscarried, and I have some personal experience with it as well so I know a bit about it. Normally severe symptoms can last up to three months, but if the person has other mental issues like depression, psychotic disorders, or personality disorders it can last much longer- especially if the pregnancy or birth was traumatic, if they have to support or access to treatment, or the person is in a stressful environment. So like since Touya has mental disorders, the whole situation was traumatic, and he was alone on the street with no resources and zero support; he could definitely have post partum long, long after his last pregnancy.
As for how he'd find out; there's a lot of ways. Since he was in a coma he probably had a C-section, meaning he'd have a scar from that. Plus pregnancy changes your body drastically, especially teen pregnancy, so he'd notice some differences. Those things might be ignored though because he had A LOT of changes to his body during the coma, between 3 years going by and being medically experimented on, that's a whole lot of changes he might not notice the other stuff right away. Plus he'd be in a state of shock and probably in survival mode on the street, it would take a while for that to wear off enough for him to even take note of things. The idea that he figures it out while doing sex work is a good one, very ouchie. I actually have a fic about him finding out about at least the sa/trafficking while doing sex work, here.
Husband stitch is 😬. Could definitely see Ujiko (and Enji) doing that
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if you could relive any day of your life, which one would it be, and why is it so significant to you?
As physically painful as it was - the birth of my daughters - purely for the moment I first held them in my arms. Life changing. I think about them and everything I experienced, worth it.
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Thoughts on people who film their newborn babies and post the videos on Youtube for the world to see? Literally right after the baby is born? I personally think it's kinda inappropriate but maybe I'm too stiff.
I don’t know, dude.
I mean, I think a child’s birth is one of the most magical and beautiful experiences on this planet. But if it’s someone I don’t know? I’m not gonna go looking for it.
#ask scott lang#scott lang#ant-man#anon asks#youtube#child birth#newborns#tw child birth#ant man#antman
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The first thing I would mention about the fankids is that the both of them were born premature, thanks to having been birthed by Akane('s body) post DRA (Y'know, after her stomach was almost split wide open and pretty much died)
Shinji was born 1 month premature, and Tenko was born 3 months premature (The only reason why she survived was thanks to the Divine Luck)
Also, having the "same" "mom" basically makes them half-siblings
Wow, how to unpack that? It makes sense to be sure which I adore (love it when things make sense and fit together in fan content)
That must have been quite the story to tell, their early childhoods must have been quite the.. trip to say the least? words are escaping me right now, I wonder what kind of problems that would cause either of them in the future- if any due to divine luck. Though that would ALSO depend on how much either of them recieved after their births
Yeah "same" "mom", their relationship as siblings is.. well i could only assume very twisty-turny, which would be really interesting to see honestly? The dra series already has so many twists that they've created impossibly tight knots with the character's stories, I like how these kids fit right in with that, it feels very natural like they could belong there!
#talkative answers#tw gore#tw child birth#<- not sure how else to tag this i hope these will suffice
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So what was it like when you had your kids
"Painful. Back in the day we didn't have proper anesthesia or anything so....just had to go for it."
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