It’s 3:08 a.m. and you’re staring at the ceiling like it personally offended you.
The bedroom is quiet, wrapped in that eerie stillness reserved only for the cruelest hours of the night. Kei’s fast asleep beside you, the sheets half-kicked down his waist, the hem of his shirt rucked up just enough to expose a sliver of pale, warm skin at his back. His mouth is slightly parted, the tiniest edge of a snore escaping every few breaths, hair mussed from sleep and sticking out at weird angles. One arm is tucked beneath the pillow, the other draped lazily across your thigh like a paperweight. A possessive, heavy kind of affection. His fingers twitch every now and then, like even in sleep, some part of him is still reaching for you. He probably thinks you’re sleeping, too.
You are not.
You’re wide awake. Utterly, painfully, tragically awake. And you’re starving.
More specifically, you want peach gummies. Not just any kind—the exact kind from the corner convenience store. The kind with the sour sugar coating that hits your tastebuds like divine intervention. The kind you ate an entire bag of two nights ago and have not stopped thinking about since. The kind that’s been haunting your dreams and now your waking hours.
And you don’t want to go get them alone. Because walking the streets by yourself in the middle of the night while heavily pregnant sounds like the beginning of a news headline. But you also don’t want to wake Kei. Because that would be mean. Because he’s tired. Because he worked all day. Because he’s peaceful and warm and you love him.
But mostly because you know the exact face he’ll make.
So you suffer. Dramatically.
Toss. Turn. Huff into your pillow. Try to think about literally anything else—your baby shower next week, the nursery wall color you can’t agree on, what you’ll make for breakfast in six hours. None of it works. Your brain is a carousel of sour peach-flavored hell.
The mattress shifts slightly.
“You’re going to rupture a blood vessel,” Kei mumbles.
You go still.
“Go back to sleep,” you whisper.
“Hard to do when the person next to me is performing an exorcism.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re twitching like a Victorian ghost.”
“Kei.”
He finally blinks one eye open, squinting at you without his glasses, his expression blurry but unimpressed. His brows lift a fraction, eyes narrowing just slightly—that look. The one that says, are you serious right now? He doesn’t even have to speak. It’s all in the flat line of his mouth and the way his cheek sinks deeper into the pillow like he’s trying to burrow away from the sheer audacity of being awake at this hour—like the universe personally inconvenienced him, and you’re just its loudest representative.
“What do you want?” he asks, voice flat, resigned, but not unkind.
You’re quiet for a second too long.
He exhales slowly through his nose. “Just say it.”
“I want peach gummies,” you mutter. “The sour ones. I’m losing my mind.”
“We don’t have that.”
“I know. But the store on the corner does.”
He groans softly, head tipping back against the headboard for a beat before he’s already sitting up.
You prop yourself on your elbow. “Wait, no. You don’t have to—”
“Put on a coat.”
“Kei—”
“You’re going to stand at the door and look pitiful until I give in anyway. Let’s just skip to that part.”
You don’t argue again. Just roll out of bed and waddle to the closet.
He’s pulling on sweatpants, shoving his glasses on with a muttered curse under his breath. His hair is still a mess and the frames sit crooked on his nose. He yawns mid-step, already muttering about how you’ve shortened his lifespan with every trimester.
The air outside is sharp with early autumn chill, the kind that sneaks under your collar and settles in your bones, and he grabs your hand the moment you step onto the sidewalk—his palm cool but steady, long fingers curling firm around yours like it’s instinct, like he’s done it a thousand times and will do it a thousand more. You’re still a little puffy-eyed from sleep, breath puffing in small clouds, and you lean slightly into his warmth.
Your neighborhood is quiet, lamplit and still, the kind of sleepy calm that makes everything feel a little too big. Every footstep echoes off the pavement, every rustle of leaves sounds louder than it should. Kei says nothing, just walks beside you, his pace a beat slower than usual to match yours.
Halfway down the block, without a word, he shifts to the outside of the sidewalk. A step behind, then a sidelong glance, then the faintest tug on your joined hands. Just enough to reposition you. It’s seamless. Second nature.
When you hesitate near a pothole, he slows and braces you with a steadying hand on your lower back. When your steps hitch from the dull ache in your hips, he adjusts his grip to take more of your weight, fingers splayed firm and grounding against your coat. When a breeze picks up and you shiver, he reaches across with a quiet huff and zips your coat all the way to your chin without saying a word. His thumb lingers at the edge of the zipper for a second longer than necessary, brushing gently over your scarf.
You notice. Every single thing. And don’t say anything.
But your fingers tighten slightly around his.
The store’s neon sign glows like a beacon—flickering, a little crooked, but impossibly bright in the stillness of the street.
Four minutes later, you’re halfway through the bag, chewing noisily with a look of pure, unfiltered joy on your face.
He sighs, long and theatrical. “Maybe you could be less annoying with your craving times.”
You nudge him with your shoulder. “She’s demanding. Just like her father.”
He rolls his eyes and tugs you in by the hand, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
“Come on. Let’s go home.”
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HELLO! I AM SO SORRY for disappearing for like… an entire month 😭 I had the worst writer’s block, a healthy dose of procrastination, and life just kept piling on.
BUT! I’m trying to get back into the habit of writing daily again, so fingers crossed this is the start of something more consistent. A few people requested this one, so I really hope you enjoy it.
Thank you for being so patient with me. I love you all so much ♡
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Two more tiny April 666 fics:
If you give them a go I'd be eternally grateful 🥹🥰😳
#ineffablespringbreak prompts:
Day 8: Old Photograph
archiveofourown.org/works/64545358
(Crowley finds risqué photos of Aziraphale and a trip down a memory lane ensues)
Day 9: Invisible
archiveofourown.org/works/64537351
(Essentially Mary is wondering how she got pregnant since she only slept with another girl - I've never written a fic not focused on A/C before!)
Bonus:
Picture of Aziraphale inadvertently admitting he has indeed heard of AO3 😄
Blaze woke up to the sound of something being cooked on the stove. As she went out, she saw Silver using his telekinesis to flip a pancake. What surprised her wasn't the fact that he was making pancakes, it's that he was here at all.
"Silver, you're still here?" Blaze said.
"Oh yeah, I am!" Silver replied. "Making you some breakfast."
"Weren't you going out with Sonic and the gang today?"
"Oh that? Yeah, I decided to stay in today. Wasn't in the mood for it."
"But you've been talking about it this whole week."
"Yeah, well, I changed my mind. They'll have plenty of fun with or without me today."
Blaze raised an eyebrow. "You're not staying because of me, are you?"
Silver looked at her with a blush on his face. "What!? No, of course not, I just..." seeing the look on her face, he could tell she wasn't buying it. "Ok, maybe a little... a lot.... it is because I want to take care of you."
"Silver, I told you I have Vanilla coming over to help me out. You don't need to worry about me."
"But I do... more than I worry about anything." Silver put the pan down and approached his wife. "It was bad enough when we were dating and I saw you get hurt, now that you have our baby on the way I... I just want to make sure you're ok."
Blaze cupped Silver's cheek. "You're so sweet, honey. But you don't have to suffer for my sake. I want you to be happy, too. Which is why I want you to go out and have some fun."
"But-" Silver was interrupted from a kiss on the cheek.
"I can take care of myself, always have. The baby doesn't change much of that. I can still set a baddie on fire, after all. And if you're not having a good time out there with them, you can come right back to me."
Silver smiled, "You're right, I should let loose. I'll just finish breakfast and I'll head out!"
"You better, I'm starving."
Before Silver could look back at the pan, Blaze grabbed him and kissed him on the lips. "I love you."
"I love you too." Silver replied.
Finally got some time to continue the Silvaze domestic fluff. Thank you for reading!
So another science team of Nightwings created a thing called the “pregnancy serum” (and this happens before Nightwing exodus) and Queen Battlewinner orders Mastermind to drink it. The serum tastes like the carrots that don’t taste good. The ones you bite into and they’re gross(it’s happened to me a bunch of times). Mastermind’s body tries to reject it at first but can’t, but then his body’s like “if we’re to be pregnant, then we’ll be very pregnant!” And Mastermidn has 13 eggs developing inside him XD also incubation period inside a dragon is 8 months (this is just a head-canon) also Deathbringer leaves to get the milk (in reality he just don’t wanna end up pregnant)
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I'm Coming, Baby Girl, a hunger games fanfic | FanFiction
After years of being on hiatus, I have been reborn.
A story I’ve been working on secretly for the last 4 years is now live. Every few months when I was in need of returning to the world of fanfiction, I would reread what I’ve been slowly adding to for the past few years. Finally after rereading the series again after way too long, my passion which is living deep inside is resurfacing. My love for this series never dwindled, it just was replaced with the reality of living as an adult with bills to pay. Now here I am bringing back my love for the series in the expression of a new fanfic.
A classic in the hunger games fanfiction community- a pregnant Katniss and a hijacked Peeta.
A growing back together fanfic which shows the lengths Katniss goes through to help Peeta come back to her or at least their unborn child. After Katniss and Peeta’s one night stand the night of the Quarter Quell announcement, a baby was created. It takes place the night Peeta is rescued from the Capitol, but had flashbacks to that night of the Quell announcement. It will also have flashbacks to moments where Katniss tells Peeta about the baby and during the Quell. Rated M for mature content.
This fanfiction will update every week. (Cover art created by me)
-At first he is... shocked, terrified and undecided what to say or how to react appropriately. But you have to understand, this is the guy with mommy issues and emotional issues in general. Be kind with him too.
-Once the matter is assumed, he asks you if you want to have the baby. If your answer is a clear yes, both of you are going to get ready because this is not a game.
-So Johan begins to come up with a plan for his future family. The idea seems strange to him, it seems even stranger to you knowing that you are carrying the son of the greatest murderer in Europe.
-At first he's defensive with the whole world because he's terrified that your fate will be similar to his parents'. It does not inform anyone about your status. He thinks too much about whether to tell Nina and Doctor Tenma. Johan knows that they would never hurt you.
-Naturally, you receive the support of the good doctor and your sister-in-law. They take turns looking after you when the blond is not around. Kenzo gives you constant check-ups, prescribes vitamins and recommends that you rest as much as possible. He's like a big brother to you. Johan appreciates this detail.
-The Czech learns the best about pregnancy. He wants your pregnancy stage to be as safe and comfortable as possible.
-He often gives you massages that he learned in a crash course on fatherhood for men. You are surprised how good he is with his hands and you appreciate it in a good way.
-Desserts are never lacking. Johan buys you more than you should eat, he spares nothing for you and his unborn child.
-When you tell him about the future baby names Johan notices the sparkle in your eyes. That allays the doubts he has regarding his future as a father.
-He doesn't allow you to do any housework because he doesn't want you to overexert yourself or have an accident happen. It doesn't matter if Johan spends hours cleaning the whole house. Sometimes his sister helps him in this work.
-Liebert is not tolerant of physical contact, however he gathers his own desire to make you feel loved and protected. He pushes aside any uncomfortable thoughts to hold you when you are in a vulnerable emotional moment. 'Things I Do For Love' he thinks.
-Sometimes he confesses to you the intrusive thoughts that torment him. That is why his most gruesome side appears now that you will be parents. You encourage him that everything will be fine, giving him a kiss on the forehead and that is enough to ease his mind a bit. Don't think he's going to let his guard down.
