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Could you write something where Pat finds out your pregnant please?

I walked across the semi-empty baseball field, feeling my heart beating in my throat. I could hear the distant chatter and yelling of the D-Backs from the parking lot and while it normally would have calmed me it only raised my nerves. 

From the looks of the scoreboard, the D-Backs had tied the game, three to three, and they didn’t seem too put off by it. 

That eased my conscience slightly. Slightly.

As I came upon the dugout I could see Pat slowly packing up his things, talking about one of his hits to Barone who wasn’t listening. When he saw me his face lit up, a bright smile growing on his lips. It didn’t make me feel any better.

“Hey babe, what are you doing here, I thought you didn’t feel good this morning?” He asked. 

“I… I just wanted to come check on you guys, see how the game went,” I answered shakily, trying to keep my hands from showing my tremors. The boys all went around telling little bits and pieces of the game to me, voices overlapping and laughing and loud.

Pat recognized the look of fear on me the second I spoke.

“Guys, I’m just gonna take her home, I can tell she’s not feeling well,” Pat said suddenly, cutting off Dells’ story about striking out one of the opposite players.

As each of them said goodbye and gave words of encouragement to get better my heart grew heavier and heavier. 

I wrung my hands and Pat and I walked across the field until we got just past the outfield fence.

“So what is it?” He asked quietly. Knowingly.

My heart lurched.

“Pat, I… I just… I love you, you know that? So goddamn much,” I started, my voice already growing thick.

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asked suddenly, turning to face me. The look in his eyes only made the lump in my throat bigger.

“No! Pat, no I’m not breaking up with you, I promise. I just needed to tell you, I…” I paused, closing my eyes to try and stop the quickly welling tears from rolling down my cheeks. Despite my efforts, a warm, fat tear slipped down my cheek, quickly wiped away by Pat’s thumb.

“Y/N, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft and warm and comforting.

“You can tell me anything, you know that. I love you, nothing you could ever say would change-”

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted, opening my eyes and watching him stare at me. A look of shock came over his face while a sob exited my mouth. 

“You’re…” he trailed off, looking down at my stomach as if I was already showing.

I pressed a hand over my mouth, trying to calm myself down. For a few seconds, I just stood there crying while Pat looked at me. I thought for sure he would break up with me now, he doesn’t want anything to do with a kid, of course, he doesn’t, its too much-

Pat pulled me into a tight hug, one hand tight on my waist while the other pressed on the back of my neck comfortingly. I quickly reciprocated, gripping on the back of his jersey to try and ground myself.

Pat mumbled something into my hair before kissing my head, I pulled back, sniffling.

“What?”

When I pulled back I saw the enormous grin on his face and my heart lifted ever so slightly.

“I’m gonna be a dad! I’m gonna-” he paused, laughing and turning his head up to the sky before yelling, “I’M GONNA BE A DAD!”

He quickly turned his face back down and pressed his lips to mine sweetly, wrapping his arms tight around me and picking me up, spinning. 

“WHAT?” Ty yelled from the dugout. Pat set me down gently and I watched, his happiness seeping into my skin as he yelled back.

“I’M GONNA BE A FUCKING DAD!”

All the boys jumped and whooped excitedly in response.

Pat turned back to me, placing his hands on the sides of my head and kissing all over my face. 

“I love you, fuck, I love you so much. I can’t believe you’re…” he spoke in between kisses, laughing and kissing my lips again finally.

My head was dizzy with joy at his reaction. And to think, I was dreading telling him.

“I’m going to be the best fucking dad ever, I swear,” he whispered, his arms tight around my body again. I only nodded in answer, my tears turning from ones of dread to ones of relief.

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WHAT ARE YOU SAYING I LOVE YOUR DRAWING !!!

JSKSJ

[tuck-everlasting-shitposts]

I lowkey have a au where Winnie is with the Tucks because family got killed while she was outside and she ran to the forest and found Miles and they just help her out and shit. I’d expand more but there’s a lot to it - Caden

Omg yes please give more, this is so interesting!

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Hi could you write something where Joe is being really caring of you when you got your period by surprise at his house? And he keeps comforting you, and maybe offers to do a small load of laundry for your pants. And just really sweet and gentle!!

Im going to do headcannons because that’s what I feel like writing right now

maybe he’s out with the boys

and you wake up in bed, alone, with your underwear ruined

and not in a fun way

so you call him, but by now the cramps have started setting in

so he answers the call all sweet and happy to hear from you

“Hey baby! What’s up?”

and all he gets is a muffled moan of pain from your end

and of course now he’s worried

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

so you have to pull your face out of the pillow and frown at your phone

“I got my period, Joe.”

so he’s like holy fuck thank god because he thought you were mortally wounded or something

“Jesus Christ. Okay, i’m on my way back, angel. Do you want me to pick up anything?”

“just your warm hands for my stomach”

and he just smiles to himself because he knows its comforting to you when he does press his warm hands on that area just above your pubic bone, where it hurts the most

and he’s so glad that he can provide at least some sort of comfort when you’re feeling so shitty

“………and maybe some rock candy?”

he laughs at that

“rock candy? Okay then, comin’ right up, angel. Be there in a few.”

g o d you could cry when you hear the door of your apartment open

honestly you start to tear up a little as he comes into your bedroom and you push yourself to sit up and you see him carrying the bag

he has the biggest grin as he hands you the bag and he gets down to his boxers and his shirt while you look inside (y’know so he’s comfortable while you guys lay around n whatnot)

and you start bawling

and he panics a little

“Don’t cry!! I said I’d get some for you! Don’t cry, it was nothing!!”

of course he can’t tell you he had to stop by two different candy stores to find the kind he knows you like

and you’re just hiccuping a little and smiling so big while tears roll down your cheeks

“Joe, you’re so good. I don’t fuckin’ deserve this. God, I love you, y’know? I love you so much”

Joe just climbs in bed and lays back and pulls you onto his chest

“love you so much too, angel.”

aNYWAY

so you spend the day in bed with him, cuddling

and on the couch with him, cuddling

and follow him to the kitchen and hug him from behind while he lovingly makes you lunch

your forehead would rest on his back in between his shoulder blades while he works

he would smile softly, gently patting your hands which are wrapped around his waist and resting on the middle of his abdomen 

later on you’re both laying in bed

you on your back, and he’s on his side next to you

and he’s got his heater-hot hand pressed lightly over that soft under-belly where the pain usually is

and your hand is just resting on his forearm, more to affirm that he’s there than to keep him still

because lord knows he would die there like that if you asked him to

you’re just rewatching shows, not really paying attention to them

you’ve got day old mascara marks under your eyes and your hair is unbrushed greasy as all hell and you’re wearing one of joe’s old shirts and the ugliest pair of underwear you own

and still joe can’t help but think you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen

he just watches while your eyelashes flutter, getting closer and closer to closing because you’re so relaxed

and he can’t help but smile when your eyes finally close

you kind of sigh and curl into him a little more

and he just knows right then and there that he loves you so goddamn much

he would do anything you asked, no matter how weird or needy

whether it’s buying your favorite candy even though he has to go across town to get it

or just pulling you tightly against his chest to reassure you that he’s there and he loves you

or making you a grilled cheese and then immediately following it with mint ice cream just because that’s what you wanted more than anything

Joe just wants to make sure you’re fed, and not in pain, and so very loved

god i need this, i just started my period

also lowkey shoutout to @o-holynight who helped give me some cute concepts for this

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7 and 21 with Brian for the dialogue prompts? Maybe reader is super sweet normally but is just really fricking stressed due to life (totally not self-projecting here lol) and vents to Brian and then soft confessions and things? I don't really know, it's 1 a.m. for me and I need to be asleep. Thanks love!

I’ve got this all written up love!! I loved these prompts they actually work really well together for the vibe of the lil fic so i hope you like it :)

thank you for requesting from me lovely especially because i can be a little spacey with requests 

Im just working on getting the writing into my post formatting, editing a little, finding a good header pic for the Vibe and then it should be out :)) i hope you like it!!

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Could you write something with Pat where you have a miscarriage?

I stood in the nursery, hesitating before resting my hands on the edge of the crib. I closed my eyes and let myself mourn for a moment, letting myself imagine my little girl laying on the plush white blanket, laughing or babbling or just being.

I took a deep shuttering breath as Pat’s hand on my shoulder brought me back into reality, facing the empty crib.

A sob forced out of my throat and shook my whole body, my hand coming up to cover my mouth as if that would force the sound back in. Pat tried to gently pull me around and into his chest but I shoved at his shoulders, not wanting him to touch me.

“She was supposed to be here,” I sobbed, shaking violently while sobs forced out of my chest.

“I know.”

His voice cracked and wobbled but he just stood there, staring at me while his own tears fell down his face. He tried to reach for me again and while I could see the hurt in his eyes as my forearms pushed at his shoulders I continued to push him off.

“Don’t- don’t touch me! Don’t touch me this is my-” I stopped for a second, roughly pushing Pat hard enough that he stumbled back a few feet.

“THIS IS MY FAULT!” I exclaimed, my chest feeling like it would give under all the weight of mourning and blame. I clutched at my stomach helplessly, as if that would bring back out baby girl. I sank to the floor as another painful sob pushed through my lungs. 

This time when Pat knelt on the floor with me and pulled me into his embrace I couldn’t fight it. I let myself have his comfort, so unlike how I deserved.

“I- I killed her. I killed our little girl and its all my fault.”

“No.”

His reply was stern and short but it cut into me like a freshly sharpened blade. Pat placed his hands on either side of my face, gently brushing my messy hair out of the way before pressing his mouth to mine. It was sloppy and tearful and slow but I couldn’t help but feel my heart warm ever so slightly. When we pulled back he held me close still, eyes staring intensely into mine while he spoke.

“This isn’t your fault. This isn’t anyone’s fault. It’s- it’s just the ball we’ve been pitched and we have to do our best with it either way.”

I couldn’t deny myself the tiniest upturn of the corners of my lips at his mention of a baseball metaphor, but I tried to let his words sink in.

“It’s not my fault,” I repeated unsurely, my voice still thick with tears while I sniffled.

“It’s not your fault,” he confirmed, kissing my forehead sweetly before pulling me back into his chest and slowly rocking us back and forth.

“It’s not my fault,” I said again, surer this time.

“Not your fault.”

We sat like that for a long, long time. Just rocking in each other’s arms, crying and mourning for our unborn baby girl.

Not my fault, I reiterated in my head, forcing the words to stick in my mind.

- - - 

so I know this is pretty short ( like 500 words, short) but I really don’t have anything else to add to this, I like how I went about it and I like where it ended. I hope I did it justice for you sweet nonny.

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Could you do something for your first kiss with Warren?

(this does involve underage drinking but like with everything Warren has been through I think he deserves a bit of a pass for drinking in his late teens okay)

I tipped the bottle back by the neck, forcing myself to not recoil at the burn as the liquid sloshed around the bottle before hitting my throat. When I had finished I handed the bottle back to Warren, laying back against the autumn-cooled roof tiles of the Professor’s mansion.

Somehow, Warren had found a flat section of the roof and convinced me it was the perfect place for star gazing. Of course, I couldn’t refuse when he offered the spot, my heart fluttering in my chest as my crush on the blond haired angel only increased.

When I heard the swish of the liquor bottle again I let my head roll to the left, letting my eyes follow the darkened features of Warren’s face while he took several gulps.

His plush lips wrapped around the bottle opening, his sharp jawline, his high arching cheekbones and angular nose, his gorgeously blue eyes—sadly closed at the moment—all framed by soft curls and lit by the almost-full moon.

I turned my eyes lazily back up to the sky when Warren’s eyes opened suddenly, the half-empty bottle being set somewhere far above my head. I tried to calm the heat in my cheeks when he leaned back to rest on his hand, the muscles in his arm shifting under smooth, pale skin. His wings ruffled behind him for a second before they too relaxed lazily against the roof tile.

“Do you know any?” he spoke suddenly, his voice low and calm, something it rarely was around everyone else. When his face turned toward mine for a second I shook my head, eyebrows creased.

“Know any what?”

He stared at me for a long moment, making my heart race once more as I took in his features for the nth time, appreciating the way the dull moonlight seemed to light him from the inside out, spilling out of his eyes. His head lolled back on his shoulders to face the sky as he let out a slow breath.

“Constellations. I used to know a bunch, my mom taught them to me a few times,” he paused, shaking his head with his eyebrows furrowed. “You know, before I…”

I knew not to ask as he reached up blindly until he found the bottle again and tipped it back for another long gulp.

When he had settled back against his hand again, shifting slightly closer to me, I pointed up at a section of stars.

“That’s Orion’s Belt,” I said easily, squinting a little and leaning my head closer to him to better point it out when he gave a confused look.

“And that…” I added, shifting my hand over to a different section of stars, “is Taurus. See cause that big one is like, part of the head, and then there are the two horns off it for the bull,” I explained, looking over to see his eyes locked on the sky, trying desperately to see what I was explaining. 

Finally, I sat up, my eyes rolling to try and keep up with the swimming sensation in my head. I drew myself up on my knees and moved to sit slightly behind him, my knee brushing against his hip, my shoulder brushing against his wing. I blew out a quick breath before I committed to the action, resting my head on his shoulder next to his head, practically cheek to cheek with Warren Worthington the Third.

I could feel the coolness of his in contrast to mine even from a few inches away and I had to force my brain to refocus as I picked up Warren’s arm by the wrist and pointed his own finger back up to where I was talking about.

“There,” I whispered. “That,” I closed my furthest eye, trying to make sure he would know where I was talking about, “is the head, and then those… are the horns. See?”

I turned my head toward him, watching as he slowly made sense of the constellation.

“Woah,” he breathed, eyes lighting up at the sight.

“Yeah,” I grinned back, watching the amazement on his face as he slowly turned from the stars to me, ever so close.

My heart beat erratically in my chest, my eyes flicking down to his lips involuntarily. His eyes were wide, pupils blown to accommodate the darkness while his cheeks were a rosy color from the crisp air. The smile slowly dropped from my face as the reality of him being so close set in. After a beat, I second guessed myself, beginning to slowly move back. 

Warren was having none of that.

His hand slowly reached over to rest against my cheek, freezing me in place while he leaned in, lips centimeters–scratch that, millimeters away from mine until finally–

I sucked a breath in through my nose when his mouth slotted against mine perfectly. His lips were refreshingly cool against my own, slightly chapped but I could not have cared less as they moved with mine. Every thought left my head as we kissed except for Warren… Warren… Warren.

Slowly, he pulled back, my head following his for a moment, pressing one last peck to his before easing back. We remained that close for a moment, just staring at each other and recognizing that yeah, that had just happened, and yeah it was real. 

Finally, a dopey grin overtook his features, his head turning back up to the sky. 

“Show me another one?” He asked politely.

I returned his cheesy grin and grabbed his hand again to point out the stars to him, my head leaned against his gently.

“Okay, see that big one, with like, a line of stars underneath it? That’s Gemini,” I explained. 

“There?” he pointed, slightly above where I had meant. I shifted his hand down just so, listening as he gave an ‘ohh’ of understanding.

My heart flip-flopped in my chest at the adorable sound, prompting me to press another kiss against his cheek.

“Okay, show me another,” he instructed again. 

I only laughed, shifting his arm over the heavens to show him as many as I could remember.

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Could you write something where Warren finds out you’re pregnant? I read The Pat one and fell in love.

I leaned against the wall and chewed on my thumbnail anxiously as I starred at Warren. He was sat on the couch of our shared apartment, watching some movie on TV. He had his sweatpant-clad legs draped over the cushions, his wings relaxed and hanging over the armrest. 

I jumped a little when he laughed, startled by the sudden noise filling the air. A weak smile came over my lips. Warren always did that. Charged whatever room he was in with his joy. His laugh, his smile, his presence alone was enough to fill a room to the brim with light and happiness and love.

I took a deep breath. 

“Warren?”

“Yes, darling?” he called over his shoulder, his eyes still on whatever he was watching.

I cleared my throat anxiously.

“I’m late,” I answered quietly.

“Late for what?” He asked, slowly turning his head toward me, his eyes lingering on the screen for a few seconds more before meeting my gaze. He stared at me for a moment, eyebrows furrowed as he took in my anxious state.

“Baby what’s wrong?” he asked, getting up off the couch to stand in front of me, his hands coming to rest on my hips comfortingly.

I held my hands in front of me, staring at my fingers nervously.

“My period…” I whispered, trying to force all the thoughts racing through my head to silence so I could just get it out.

“Oh, do you need me to pick up something? Or did you want me to come lay with you?” He asked sweetly.

My heart clenched at the offer. Warren, ever the pleaser.

“No, Warren, my period is late,” I finally said, my voice barely audible. I picked at my cuticle nervously as I waited for his response.

His hands slowly raised to grab onto to mine, making my eyes raise up to his. He was looking at me like I was something amazing, tears slowly welling in his eyes.

“Are you… are you sure?” he asked quietly, his voice wobbling.

I nodded after a beat, watching his expression carefully. 

“I’m 2 months late now.”

Warren exhaled a breath quickly, eyes flicking down to my stomach for second before meeting my eyes again.

“So you… you’re…”

“I… I might be pregnant, yeah,” I confirmed quietly, still trying to gauge whether he was upset or not. The longer he didn’t react the more anxious I grew.

“Pregnant,” he whispered, his eyebrows turning up ever so slightly. “Pregnant with my child.” His own statement seemed to snap him out of his shock, a giant smile slowly growing on his face.

“Pregnant with my kid!” He said louder, laughing a little as he quickly pulled me forward into his arms. After a long hug, he pulled back from me and kissed me passionately, his lips warm and sure against my own.

“So does this mean,” I started in between breathless kisses, “you’re not upset?”

“Upset?! You’re pregnant with my kid!” he exclaimed with a laugh, hugging me tight to his chest again. 

He kissed the side of my head repeatedly as my fingers ran over the spot where his wings joined his skin gently, calming both him and myself.

“How could I possibly be upset?” He spoke softly, arms tightening around me ever so slightly. “You’re pregnant with my child!” he repeated in a whisper, more for himself than me. 

I pressed my head further against his chest, glad for his steady heartbeat to help steady my own. I closed my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek, so incredibly happy to be with him.

“Oh my god, we’ll have to get a bigger apartment!” he spoke suddenly, making me pull my head back to look up at him in question.

“We don’t have anywhere to put a nursery!”

I laughed through thick tears, watching the absolute joy and excitement on Warren’s face as he stared back down at me.

Yeah, definitely not upset, I decided.