I was just watching a show related to midwifery and for some reason your pregnancy fanfic came to mind. Hmm🤔 what if you imagine that the Homelander's girlfriend lives with him in his room and at some point in her pregnancy (for some not too severe problem) they want to put her in maintaining. How likely is it that the Homelander is more likely to order her to move everything into his room and be monitored next to him?
Somehow I think that seems very canonical to me, especially if you think back to Stormfront after season 2. Homelander moved her into his room. And there's a live girl, and she's the mother of his child. The doctors, the food, the treatments. You can do all that under his supervision😅 poor doctors and nurses. You have a disgruntled baby daddy breathing down your neck, who is very sensitive when it comes to his loved ones😂
And hospital rooms are a horror for him. Maybe even a trigger😬
Oooo, okay this is a good question. So I do want to say that he would for sure have her monitored at his place in the tower. My pregnancy fic has them at the cabin (if I remember correctly). The reason for the cabin was to make sure that she feels comfortable, away from the media, no stress, and getting outside with no disturbance. Already Homie is taking care of her more than technically needed, but in the case there is a complication.
Let's say the baby has powers and John is now forced to choose. His wife needs extreme medical attention if her and the baby are to survive. John would never let her be put into a hospital or lab, he would burn the place down before that ever happens. But thanks to season 3 we see that he put Stormfront in his room hooked up to monitors. Since that is a little different from a pregnancy, I could see more specific doctors entering.
I could see the doctors who tortured John being the only ones to help him and his wife. His wife would know some details, but not everything since he wouldn't want her to be stressing out and causing more issues for the baby. It would be a traumatic time for John, but if it is to save his family he would endure.
I think I'll put a Juicy Bit here.
Pregnant Reader
"John, something is wrong." You held the underneath of your belly as sweat was collecting on your brow. Your other hand holding the phone to your ear as you spoke to Homelander over the phone.
Not even another word was said before you heard a sonic boom outside. You knew he was home, flown from the tower to the cabin to see you. You hang up the phone before hobbling towards the door that swung open. John stood there with disheveled hair and a painted face of concern. His eyes locked on your belly viewing the baby at 6 months moving and almost heating up inside of you. His eyes blinked before his jaw dropped.
"Please John, this isn't right." You beg as you move slowly to him.
He meets you the rest of the way and lifts you up, cradling you like fine china. He quickly runs out the door before taking off into the air. He knew no normal doctor would be able to help. He knew Vought would easily steal you away from him and say you died before they could save you. He needed one person and everyone else that knew how to help. His jaw tightens as her holds you close. The pain written all over your body and the distress in your stomach grew worse the more he hesitated.
John sat on his couch with his head in his hands. His body was tense and he fought the urge to look into the mirrors around him. Reflections calling out to him, some delirious with panic and others telling him to stop worrying. Chaos and order fighting in his head for the front seat as he tried to maintain himself while waiting.
Finally John was called to his room. He stood up swiftly and almost raced in the few steps he had to take. There was his lovely wife resting in a hospital bed next to the window. Monitors surrounding her and tubes wrapping around her like a web. His eyes full of fear and worry, but his muscles were stiff as those family doctors looked at him.
His vision flashing between the red door window and back. The shuffling of staff passing him making his throat dry and his fists clench. How he wanted to kill them all right there, but he refused. His child's and love of his life's safety was his most important concern.
"John, you did it again." Barbara scolded him as she was the last to leave of the bunch. "You did the right thing by getting us involved, but having her here is still reckless."
"I won't have you people experimenting on her and taking my child. That is NOT happening." His voice finally cuts through as he glares down Barbara.
"Now John, you don't want any harm to come to the mother of your child. So I would suggest not raising your voice." She said confidently and not at all threatened. She knew they were his only hope and it was perfect.
"John?" Your soft voice spoke from behind Barbara.
That was Barbara's cue to leave as she walked away to let Homelander go to his wife. He watched her leave the room before moving to you and nearly collapsing on the floor. His knees buckled and he felt to your side while gently, desperately, holding your hand.
"I'm here, I got you help, you will be okay. Please be okay." John whimpers out as he felt the tears burning the corners of his eyes.
"I am feeling better, please don't cry." You spoke as you looked a little weaker than normal, but wasn't covered in sweat like before.
You pull his hand leading him to stand and crawl into bed with you. You guide his hand to your stomach before letting him rest his head on your chest.
"See I am fine. Listen, feel." You spoke softly to him and even kissed his blond hair that had been taken through too many times.
John listened as he could hear your steady heart beat over the monitor. The feeling of the baby moving in your stomach made his palm twitch, but he continues to follow the faint kicks and heat beat. Even with all the medical tech surrounding you and the medical staff he had to endure. Just simply touching you and hearing your heart had calmed him. He never wanted to leave your side. He will never leave you alone like that again.
Stretching exposure of the sweet flesh. A lingering sense of restraint of the muscles, pressing a fine swallow downward. The pretty pale deep blue glancing through the skin kissed by the sky. The faint crackling texture of DNA displaying its own code. The light gracing its presence along the SCM (Sternocleidomastoid), guiding the eye to the bone that is beneath the layers.
The gentle grazing of the upper lip and top of the nose. Sensing good bumps to litter such beautiful flesh. Impenetrable, clean, perfect. Such a gift given so freely with the play of intimacy. Finally the lip rests hovering over the spot in which it wishes to claim. The jaw allows little to no room for much more than a kiss. A stolen blessing lost to one's own lips.
A fine smack twisting whistle as the lips pursed and closed to wetten the spot. Sucking weakly to pull at the fair skin. Such a thanks attempted by living a parted gift. Only disappointment to leave behind a faint red glistening spot. The heat fading, but the wet still covered the gift.
I just want to bite into his neck. Grrrrr, aaaah! Make him whimper and cry for more. 👀
God, I want to write the Pride special right now, but I am currently in the making of something for it. I want to write so bad, but I also don't want to spoil the writing. 😭
Plus I don't trust Tumblr to NOT post it by accident. But ughhhhh, it is just sitting in my brain wanting to come out so bad.
I hate being an artist and writer. Cause now I have two stories I am waiting to write since I have pieces of art that go with it. 😭
But I really want to write something. So I am stuck with either writing something I kind of meh want to write or writing something AU as a Juicy Bit. But I am also taking a Juicy Bit and expanding it.
