#i came home from an appointment and heard her crying and had to look around for her for a minute

[theygender]

Compulsive need to check locks not helped by the fact that the one time I didn't my cat got out onto the fucking balcony while I was gone

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel deals with upsetting his overly sensitive eight month pregnant wife.]

Fluff

“Baby girl, open the door” you could hear the defeat in his voice but you didn’t respond. Joel knew he fucked up and he knew he had to fix it fast.

It was 3:30 in the afternoon, Joel should’ve been here by now. Here you sat in the waiting room looking at the clock every other minute, even waiting for a ring from your cell. It was your eight month sonogram appointment. Yes, Joel had been present for each and every sonogram but this was your last one and you wanted him there. Maybe it was your hormones but you could feel the heat in your cheeks as each minute went by and not even a call from Joel. This wasn’t like him yet it still set you off. When the doctor finally called you, you could feel tears forming in your eyes knowing Joel wouldn’t make it in time.

“Maybe he got caught up today, sometimes our job can get hectic, I’m sure he ain’t mean to miss it” Tommy spoke as he drove you home. He was nice enough to pick you up when you called him in tears that Joel wasn’t there. Sarah sat silently in the back, she knew how much this meant to you, she also knew her father didn’t do this selfishly.

Not saying a word you walked straight to the room closing the door shut. Tommy and Sarah giving you your space as you waited for Joel to show up.

A half hour later Joel rushed in through the front door throwing his bag aside.

“Where is she?” He looked around as Sarah pointed at the bedroom. Tommy and her both raising their brows not knowing what to expect.

You heard the front the door close, you knew Joel must’ve been home. The second the handle of your door turned you pushed yourself up as fast you could and rushed to the bathroom. Joel walked in, attempting to stop you from closing the door, reaching you a second too late, you slammed it in his face without saying a word. Locking the door shut you turned your back to it.

“Baby girl, open the door” you could hear the defeat in his voice but you didn’t respond. Joel knew he fucked up and he knew he had to fix it fast.

“I tried to get out of work as fast as I could, honey, I swear. These assholes delayed me then my phone was dead. I was in the other side of town, I came out rushing as fast I could” he explained.

Still no response.

Upsetting a pregnant woman was the last thing Joel wanted to do, upsetting his pregnant woman was something he could not ever have. You were under a lot of stress, anxious about giving birth, your sensitivity at an all time high Joel did his best to keep you calm but clearly failed at it today.

“Honey, please…ya know it ain’t good for you and the baby to get upset like this,” you rolled your eyes wiping away a tear.

“Fuck” Joel mouthed silently rubbing his forehead. He knew how important this was for you, he knew how much you wanted him there.

“Open the door, baby” Desperation in his voice when you suddenly opened up. His dark brown eyes widening with guilt noticing how puffy your eyes were, knowing you had been crying.

“Aw Jesus, baby” he whispered.

“You know today was the last sonogram-“

“I know” he whispered with sincere understanding eyes. His voice was gentle as he took a small step forward.

“I wanted you there, I..I wanted you to see him-“

“I know, baby”

“Did today even matter to you?!” You yelled as you felt yourself about to cry all over again and he could see it.

God damn those hormones.

“Of course it did” he took a step closer to you.

“How could you even ask such a thing?” You began to sob covering your eyes, his voice coming out more aggressive than he meant to.

“Shit, baby I’m sorry” he took another step closer slowly pulling you towards him. You took a deep breath wiping your tears.

“I…I don’t even know why I’m so upset” you looked down feeling a bit embarrassed. A soft chuckle escaping his lips as he held you, gently he kissed your forehead.

“That baby boy of ours is doing a number on you, honey” Joel whispered as a million things ran through your head.

“What if…what if you don’t make it on time to his birth? I can’t do this alone, Joel-“ you began to panic.

“What if-“

“Look at me” he gently tilted your face up at him.

“Ain’t no one or anything stopping me from seeing my son be born, ya hear me?”

You nodded in silence as you looked away.

“It was such a frustrating day, not to mention that damn man at the pharmacy got my vitamins wrong again” you walked around him towards the bedroom.

“Not again, ya need me to go over there and say somethin’ to him?” You could hear the playfulness in his voice.

“Joel” you turned to him rolling your eyes placing your hands on your lower back for support. He attempted to hold back a smile, the sight of you eight months pregnant with an attitude was something else.

“Are you laughing at me?” You asked as he quickly turned serious and shook his head.

“No mam” he took a step towards you as you tilted your head looking up at him.

Joel was forever teasing you.

“Ya know, after how upset you had me today, I highly suggest-“ Joel reached in his jacket unexpectedly pulling out your favorite pack of chocolate cookies you hadn’t found anywhere near by in weeks. You gasped with excitement making a big grin appear on his face.

“Where did you find them?!” You grabbed the pack out of his hand excitedly ripping the wrapper apart. Joel watched as you eagerly took a bite, closing your eyes, sighing with pleasure. It had been weeks that you were craving them, Joel had gone around every neighborhood searching for them, it was the only good thing that came out of working on the other side of town.

“Oh…Joel you’re the best” you continued to devour the cookies making him laugh.

“Oh I’m off the hook now huh?”

“Mmmmhm” you rolled your eyes back enjoying the taste.

“Anything for you mama” he whispered leaning in with a kiss as you sat back on the bed enjoying your snack.

[roanniom]

What Comes After

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: When Steve waits too long after you give birth to initiate sex, you take matters into your own hands.

Note: I know very very little about pregnancy and the aftermath. Most of this comes from what I read in other fics, what I’ve vaguely heard from my friends, and a 5 min google search about lactation. Sorry in advance if this is incorrect.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, angst that resolves, mentions of pregnancy / babies / parenthood, PIV/unprotected sex, lactation during sex

After you give birth to your baby, you completely assumed Steve would be itching to ravish you the minute your doctor gave the all clear. In fact, you’d been mentally preparing yourself for that since before you went into labor. Those first few weeks afterwards were as rough as people had warned you and then some, but you couldn’t imagine it without your Steve.

Steve who was there beside you for absolutely everything. Late night feedings, mid day crying sessions, general panic attacks about how to do anything right for the first time, really. You’d wake up to hear him in the next room, holding and rocking your daughter back to sleep, his hushed voice soothing her whimpers and in turn lulling you back to rest.

It’s not that you thought the man capable of being such a loving, gentle partner in this new stage of life would turn into some ravenous monster at the first suggestion of sex. It’s just that he’d always been such an attentive, eager, enthusiastic lover, and that had only magnified as your pregnancy had gone on. Your hormones had made you insatiable, especially toward the end. Steve had very much gotten used to you needing to use him like a toy often - sometimes multiple times a day. So it just stands to reason that he would be absolutely itching to get back to it.

But the day of your follow up doctor's appointment came and went and...nothing. You'd come home and let him know the good news, a way smile on your face as you braced for his celebration. Steve had just looked at you over the baby's head where he had her cradled to his chest and smiled.

"Glad to hear you're healing up right, sweetheart!"

And that was that.

You'd assumed maybe he was holding himself back for your daughter's sake. So that night you'd climbed into bed wearing something slightly nicer than the long flowy nightgowns you'd taken to sporting the last few months. You applied a bit of perfume at your pulse points and rubbed a little lotion on your legs. Steve walked in shortly after running a final sweep of the apartment, making sure everything is off and locked up (he's fallen perfectly into the protective father stereotype), and when he crossed the threshold you beamed at him.

"Look at you. All smiley and beautiful and cozy," Steve cooed, sliding into bed beside you. His arms encircled you and pulled you against his body and again, you felt yourself steeling your nerves, ready for the inevitable escalation. So much so that you leaned up to initiate yourself, pressing your lips against your husband's throat. Steve hummed against your ministrations before doing the last thing you thought he'd do - he kissed the top of your head and turned you in his arms, nestling you into a warm, firm grip.

"Good night, baby. Love you," he whispered in your ear.

And that was that.

You'd been pretty surprised by the lack of action. A little rattled actually. But as Steve's breathing evened out and his arms around you became heavier with sleep, you'd reminded yourself that you hadn't really felt ready anyway. Your feelings of rejection assuaged, you'd allowed sleep to take you with him.

However, as the weeks wore on, you were less and less able to ignore the nagging feeling.

With each passing day that your husband didn't initiate sex, you began worrying more and more that he didn't want you anymore. Your postpartum hormones had you feeling wildly unfounded emotions, and you had to keep reminding yourself that they were unfounded because the evidence of Steve's actions didn't line up with your suspicions.

Steve was nothing but physical with you in the aftermath of the birth of your daughter. Constantly coming up behind you and wrapping you in his arms. Constantly showering your face and neck with kisses when he entered any room. Pulling you down to sit in his lap when you finally put the baby down for a nap or for the night. His hands were on you at all times.

Not to mention the fact that you had woken up multiple times in the middle of the night (needing to pee) to the feeling of his hard cock nestled against your curves, his arms pulling you that much tighter against him when you tried to get up.

All of these mixed messaged led to you feeling extremely confused. So much so that you did the first thing you could think of besides confronting the issue head on (because of course you weren't going to ask Steve directly, that would be too mature).

"Why hasn't he...what?!" Eddie's eyes practically bulge out of his head in response to your question. You narrow your eyes at him in contrast.

Steve has run out to get some Chinese food since "Uncle Eddie" has come over for a movie night. The different members of the gang have been coming over each weekend to help you two out and also give you a much needed dose of friendship normalcy. Eddie is sitting on your couch, your daughter in his arms, as you sit beside him with your arms crossed.

"Why hasn't he fucked me since I gave birth?" you repeat expectantly. Eddie does his best to cover the baby's ears.

"There is literally a child - your child - present, you slut," Eddie accuses in a stage whisper. You laugh out loud at that.

"First of all, she can't understand a single word that's being said. And second of all, you can't call me a slut in front of my child." You move to smack him but Eddie ducks, giving you a cheeky smile.

Eddie might be really close with Steve, but you'd very much stolen him as a best friend in your own right. As it stands, Steve has Robin and you have Eddie, that's pretty much the loyalty line. So you attempt to lean on that loyalty to solve your problem.

"C'mon, Eds," you pout. "I'm really dying here."

Eddie's eyes go wide again and he puts his hand back over your sleeping daughter's exposed ear, pressing her other ear further against his chest.

"You're really missing dick that bad?" he whispers. You shrug.

"Not just dick. Steve's dick." It comes out in a whine that has Eddie chuckling. "I'm just worried he doesn't want -,"

"Well shut right the fuck up," Eddie cuts you off with an emphatic shake of his head. "It definitely isn't that he doesn't want you."

"Aha. So you do know more than you were letting on. Spill, Munson." You lean towards him and Eddie realizes he's gotten himself stuck in something he would rather have avoided. He scratches his head with his free hand.

"It's nothing. Really. It's..."

You stare daggers into him and his shoulders sag.

"He's really scared of hurting you."

You blink at that.

"Hurting me?"

Eddie looks extremely uncomfortable, shifting in his seat and looking down at the baby before looking back up at you.

"He read one of those baby books and it said that husbands can...you know...get amorous too soon and..."

You laugh incredulously, but Eddie looks like he wants to jump out of the second story window of your apartment.

"You're laughing, but he mentioned it to Robin and Robin said that it was 100% true and that he could...I don't know...rip you open or some shit-"

"Eddie!" you cut your friend off before he can make himself any more uncomfortable. "I mean, yes. It's true. But I've been cleared by the doctor. It's been like...months since that would have been something to worry about."

Eddie raises an eyebrow at that. The baby fusses quietly in his arms and he automatically bounces his knee to rock her just slightly, soothing her. Despite the nature of your conversation, the whole image melts your heart.

"Look, princess," Eddie says quietly, pulling out his long-used nickname for you. "Steve loves you pretty much more than any one human can possibly love someone. And you know I hate complimenting that asshole."

You snort in response but he continues.

"I'm sure it's killing him, too, to not be...intimate. Have you talked to him about it?"

"I told him that the doctor said it was okay..." you reply, kind of avoiding the question. Eddie groans, dropping his head against the back of the couch.

"This isn't one of those things where you come to me for help and I find out you haven't even tried doing anything to fix it first, is it?"

"Edward Munson, how could you ask me that?" you ask with faux insult. Eddie rolls his head to the side to look at you.

"I can ask you that because of the time you thought Steve wanted to just be friends with you and instead of talking to him you cried to me."

"That's - "

"And that time you thought he'd been sneaking around behind your back, even though all he was doing was planning his proposal."

"Okaaay, Eddie."

"And the time - ,"

"Alright shut up," you snap, not holding back your laughter. You bite your lip and look back at your friend holding your baby, the product of your love with Steve. You chew on the inside of your cheek. "Fine. Maybe I need to do something myself."

"Ya think?" Eddie asks with a grin that says he's way too pleased with himself.

"But you're going to help me."

Eddie's smile turns into an overdramatic frown.

"Why do I have to do anything? It's your sex life, slut."

"Because you love me," you say simply, batting your eyelashes. Eddie goes to respond but in that exact moment your daughter decides to wake up, stretching and giving the cutest tiny yawn in the entire world, melting the metal head in front of you. He glances up at you begrudgingly and then kisses the baby on her nose. Gazing down at her, he coos.

"Guess I'm gonna help your mommy get laid. Again."

~*~

It's about a week later by the time your plan can finally be put into action.

Steve comes home at the end of a long Friday at Family Video, ready to spend the night with his two girls. He runs in the door of your shared apartment and heads straight to the nursery so quickly he doesn't have enough time to register his surroundings. The dimmed lights, the lit candles, the soft music playing. When he reaches the nursery and finds the crib empty, however, Steve's blinders come off.

"Honey? Honey where are you?" Steve asks, calling out and walking back into the living room, unsettled.

That’s when you step out of your bedroom, leaning against the doorway in a silky robe.

“Right here, Stevie.”

Steve’s jaw drops open at the sight of you, all the air knocked from his lungs. He blinks rapidly. Seemingly unable to process what’s going on.

“Baby…?”

“She’s with Joyce and Hopper for the night,” you reply, though you know the pet name was for you and not a question about your daughter. Steve looks around the room as if taking the state of it in for the first time, but also as if he is slightly aimless without a baby to care for.

“That’s…wow. Is it too soon? It’ll be weird not putting her to bed,” Steve says, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

You know what he means. When Eddie had come to get her earlier this afternoon, you’d felt like your heart was being ripped from your body. But looking at your husband right now - feeling the chasm between you close as his eyes rake down your body - you know it was the right thing to do.

"We needed a night to be grown ups. Don't you think, Steve?" you ask, pushing off from the doorway. Your silk robe slips open, revealing a gauzy babydoll night dress that hits right at your upper thigh. You swear Steve turns a shade of red you've never seen in a matter of seconds. You can hear an audible swallow as you move into Steve's space, tugging at his Family Video vest till it falls off his shoulders and onto the floor. "You want that, too, don't you?"

You don't give him a second to respond. Instead you crawl your fingers up under his shirt, grasping at his sides to pull him to you as you big to kiss the side of his neck. The shuddering inhale is a good indication of the effect you're having on him, followed immediately by the way his arms encircle your body.

This is what you've wanted. What you've needed. What you've craved every night as you laid beside your doting, sweet, silly husband, desperate for a touch he hadn't necessarily deprived you of, but a touch which you needed more more more.

"Honey." He says it like a prayer. Like a question to be answered. You pull back from his skin long enough to look up and find his face a storm of emotion. Love and lust and worry swirl together, but before you can move to comfort or question him, his lips are on yours. Kissing you for all he's worth. For all you're worth. For all the two of you are worth combined.

The kissing never stopped. That wasn't something he'd been holding back from you these past few months. But clearly he'd been holding back in intensity, because there's something all-consuming about the way Steve is kissing you now. It has you gasping for air in the mere seconds of reprieve he gives you before he's back to devouring your mouth, his hands roaming all over the body he'd spent so long treating with kid gloves.

You're the one who begins walking backwards, leading him into the bedroom without pulling away from the kiss. It's easy to forget about the other plans you'd made for the evening. The bottle of wine on the counter, the meal on the table. You'd assumed you might have to wine and dine Steve. Get him a little loose and convince him to ravish you. You hadn't expected him to crumble like this or to become as nonverbal as he has since he walked in the door. Your usually talkative man has dissolved into nothing but pants and grunts as he tries his best to get his lips and hands on every part of you he can.

When the backs of your knees hit the bed and you pull him down on top of you, however, he does finally seem to come to his senses.

"We...oh fuck. We don't have to do anything, honey," Steve mutters, albeit into your lips.

"Wanna do everything, Stevie," you say in response, grabbing his hands and placing them back on your swollen breasts. Steve groans into your jaw this time but is more successful in his attempt to pull away.

"Sweetheart, we should slow down."

"No, we shouldn't," you say, a bit more indignant this time. Realizing that Steve is no longer putting any of his body weight on you, you panic and do the first thing that comes to mind - you yank him down and then twist so that his back is against the mattress so you can clamber on top of him.

"Honey, what are you - ?"

"Steve. I need you to fuck me. And if you’re worried you’re gonna hurt me, just forget about it because I’ve been healed for months at this point and you know it.”

You know your eyes must be shining with unshed tears at this point so you do your best to blink them away, hoping they aren’t visible to Steve in the low light. But of course he notices. It’s Steve.

He immediately sits up so he can be face to face as you straddle him, his large hands coming to cup your face like you’re so delicate you’ll break.

“I just…the books said…you were in so much pain after the birth…”

Steve looks way more lost than you’ve ever seen him, his hair tousled from your hands and his eyes darting everywhere in discomfort before resting back on yours. You wait for him to continue but he doesn’t so you squeeze his biceps.

“Steve. You have to tell me these things that you’re worried about.”

“I know…” he tries to dismiss you, looking away. It makes you grab his chin.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” you finally say plainly. Steve’s eyes stop looking for anywhere else to rest, instead flying to your face and blowing wide. He opens his mouth but you keep going. “I thought you weren’t attracted to me anymore. That you didn’t see me in that way…”

“Honey, stop,” Steve says, speaking forcefully for the first time all night. For the first time in months. “That’s crazy. You know that? You know you’re talking crazy, right? Like certifiably insane.”

“Steve…”

“How could you say that? Are you out of your mind?” His voice raises a bit as he gets more riled up. It makes you bite your lip.

“Don’t…don’t belittle…” you can feel the flood of emotion starting to surge to the surface, the dam much quicker to break these days since you gave birth. Steve grips you tighter, hand on the back of your neck to force you to look at him.

“I’m not belittling your fears. You are belittling my love for you if you think for one second that I’m not attracted to you anymore. That I don’t fall in love with you again every single time I lay eyes on you. That I don’t want you with every dumb molecule in my being. And I know I was shitty in science class but I know thats a lot of fucking molecules. You’re belittling my feelings if you don’t think I want to keep my hands on you every waking minute and that it kills me that that’s not possible. That I don’t get out of bed really early each morning and jerk off in the shower just because I had you in my arms all night.”

A wet chuckle comes out of you unbidden. The corner of Steve’s mouth quirks up but his brow remains furrowed.

“You have to tell me when you’re worried about things, honey,” he says quietly as he rests his forehead against yours.

“Isn’t that literally what I just said to you?” you scoff incredulously. Steve leans back and finally gives you a lopsided smile.

“Well not exactly. I’m sure I changed the words a little bit.”

“Steve Harrington, that is word for word—,”

You’re cut off when Steve closes the gap between you with a kiss. There’s not once ounce of protest left in you. You are starved for his affection. Greedy to consume and be consumed. You kiss him back with everything you have. It is heated and wet and hard and everything that you have been needing. You push and he gives. Allowing you to pressure him down so his back is once again against the bed.

You’re grinding against him now and it’s so good. A triumphant zing runs down your spine at the feeling of how thick and hard he is for you, reciprocating all of your feelings and reinforcing all of his words.

Steve Harrington wants you.

The father of your child and the love of your life.

Your Steve.

When Steve’s lips migrate down over the slope of your jaw to suck at your pulse, you moan loudly. The feeling of suction travels all the way through your body to the space between your legs and before you can do anything to counter it, you’re rocking back and forth against Steve in search of any friction possible.

“Steve. Please,” you practically sob out. He puts his hands on either side of your face but before he can say anything, you continue whimpering. “Please, Steve. Just give me something, anything—,”

“Shh, honey,” Steve says, kissing your heated face. “You don’t have to beg. I’m so sorry to have made you think you ever have to beg. For anything.”

The next series of events plays out in slow motion. Both because it’s the culmination of all of your hopes and wishes for the last few months and because Steve moves incrementally. Gently.

“We’re gonna take this slow, honey,” Steve says quietly as he rolls so that you’re the one on your back, your head propped up on pillows. He grabs one additional pillow and lifts your hips up so that they are elevated by the cushion.

“We don’t—,” you try to interrupt but Steve hushes you again, not unkindly.

“Baby, I’ll bend you over and fuck you so hard the neighbors call 911 again soon,” he chuckles and you cringe at the memory of one of the best nights of sex of your life. Steve takes a shuddering breath, looking down at you spread out for him. “But tonight…we’re gonna do this slow. For both of us.”

Big hands slide the hem of your babydoll nightgown up, revealing your naked pussy which immediately receives attention. Steve presses two fingers to your clit and begins to go in tried and true circular motions.

“I’m just saying. We could go faster…oh.” You’re cut off when one of Steve’s fingers slides all the way into you, causing your eyes to roll back. Steve chuckles and leans forward to kiss your exposed throat.

“Baby, I need to go slow. Don’t you get it?” he mutters into your skin. He moves his finger in and out of you slowly. “You’re acting like you’re the only one who hasn’t been fucked in months.”

The perspective has you preening, but before you can dig into that further, Steve presses the weight of his body on you and you’re a goner.

It’s all weight and skin and sweat and the skim of flesh on flesh and moans and warm breath.

You begin to forget where Steve ends and you begin. You both are one raw nerve ending, spurred on by gasps and rubs and moans. As someone whose patience had seemingly run out, you’re surprised to realize how easy it is to lose track of time with your lover so lost in you, and you in him. You don’t know how long it is that you revel in touch and pressure and heat before you feel him prodding at your entrance. Swollen and hot and and hard and needy and yours.

“Ready, baby?” Steve asks. He sounds far away, but you make sure to muster up eye contact so you can assure him as much as possible.

“Ready, Steve.”

He pushes in slow, and you’re pleased to confirm that you were right. You are ready for him. For this. There’s no discomfort. Just the inevitable sting of his size invading you in every way.

“Oh fuck,” you say quietly. Steve pulls out and then drives back in, more firm this time. You squeeze your eyes shut. “Oh fuck, fuck.”

“Get it all out, baby,” Steve says with a roguish grin. “Say whatever you need to tonight. Don’t want to be all foul mouthed with our daughter around.”

You know he’s joking but you roll your eyes.

“Well Eddie Munson called me a slut in front of our daughter the other day, so—,”

“He WHAT?!” Steve stops immediately, eyes wide. You laugh and grab at his ass, trying to force him to start moving again.

“It’s nothing. Just a joke. Come on, keep going!”

“You saying he called you a slut was a joke or him calling you a slut was the the joke?” Steve asks warily, but he does slowly begin thrusting back into you.

“The second one. I mean the first. I mean both - ah!” you gasp at the feeling of Steve nudging against a delicious spot inside you. Your nails dig deep into his arm. “Oh god.”

“Am I going to have to limit Eddie’s family privileges?” Steve jokes, knowing fully well that Eddie is yours just as much as Robin is his. You’re squinting up at him, brow furrowed. It’s adorable.

“Can you stop talking about Eddie Munson while you’re making me feel like this?” you ask.

“Hey, you’re the one who brought him up.”

You don’t dignify that with a response. Instead you surrender yourself to the pleasure melting through your bloodstream. Steve can see it on your face. It makes his ego swell in that way it always used to. A boyish grin splits his face and his hips pick up the pace.

“Making you feel like this, huh?” He quotes you. “Feels good?”

“Yeah. So good.”

“This what you wanted? Just wanted me to fuck you like old times?”

“If it was - oh god - like old times we’d both be drunk and fooling around in the bathroom at the - fuck - Hideout,” you try to say, though you’re interrupted by your own moans.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve says, leaning down and sucking on your throat again. There will definitely be marks, but you don’t have it in you to care or reprimand him. “I’m drunk on you right now.”

“Steve…,” you whisper. The name cracks in your throat when he snakes his hand down to play with your clit.

“Sounds like you’re drunk, too, baby - oh.”

The tone of his “oh” is different from his earlier teasing and you look down. Two wet spots have formed in the silk nightgown over your breasts.

“Shit. Shit,” you whine.

“Is that…”

“I’m lactating. I’m lactating during sex, Steve.” You have your hands slapped over your eyes to hide you away from the mortification of the moment.

“It’s ok. Hey. Hey! It’s okay.” Steve is chuckling, but his hands do their best to peel yours away from your eyes. Your crumpled face makes his heart hurt so he kisses your cheeks. “Baby, it’s okay. You were feeling good, right?”

“Yeah…but…”

“There’s no but. That’s all that matters,” Steve says definitively before dropping a more insistent kiss on your lips. His tongue delves into your mouth, his fingers winding in your hair. He’s trying to distract you. And it’s working, because soon your hips are rolling, trying to get him to start thrusting back into you again.

Steve finally pulls back, his hand gentle on your jaw.

“Do they hurt?” he asks quietly, glancing down at your breasts and back up.

“They’re a bit achey, yeah,” you admit. He leans down and presses a kiss to the valley between them. Your breath catches at the feeling. Steve hand comes up to cup one gingerly and you bite your lip. “Maybe don’t touch my nipples too much. Sensitive.”

“Of course, baby,” Steve agrees. He sits up higher, propping himself up with a hand by your head so that he’s leaning over you but has the leverage to pick up his thrusts again. Before long the feeling of him bottoming out inside you has you releasing a steady stream of moans. “Seems like you’re sensitive all over, huh?”

“Mmmmyeah,” you confirm, eyes shut tight against the pleasure.

Steve can feel your pussy start to clamp down on him. It’s his favorite feeling in the world - one his own fist could never hope to replicate. The apparent nearness of your orgasm spurs him on more than any aphrodisiac and he begins panting openly, his hips picking up speed.

“You’re close, I know you are, honey.”

You just nod furiously, practically beyond words as you grip his biceps for all you’re worth. Steve lets out a breathless chuckle.

“I know, me too, honey. You gotta cum for me, okay?”

“Steve…” you gasp out, peering up at him through lust hazed eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t…don’t make me go this long again,” you say weakly. “Please.”

Steve’s heart absolutely splinters at the way you say it. He drops himself even lower against you, his thrusts taking on a even harder, more intentional quality.

“I won’t. I promise,” Steve says hoarsely right into your ear, his lips mouthing at the lobe as he does so. “I’ll fuck you right, baby. You’ll see. You’ll never have to ask again.”

You spasm in his arms shortly after Steve makes that promise to you. He’s not far behind, especially not with the way you cry out his name like is both a prayer and and answer to one. He spills into your still quaking walls with a guttural groan that you do your best to swallow, somehow not satiated by the sex alone. You need to consume Steve’s being.

~*~

What comes after shouldn’t be your favorite part, but somehow it is. It’s the part where Steve holds you in his arms, sweaty and still shaking a little. Kisses pepper your temples and his breath fans over your face. After a while, a comedically timed stomach growl reminds you both that neither of you have eaten, so you finally stumble out to the kitchen, naked and draped over one another, to eat a meal.

It’s the part later in the evening where you try to suck Steve’s cock while watching tv, but he won’t let you because he won’t let the mother of his child bruise her knees (he’ll change his tune in a few weeks but it’s cute for now). Instead he drags you back to bed for the night and makes you cum on his tongue before fucking you once more and ensuring you have the heaviest sleep you’ve had in months.

It’s the part the next morning where you wake up with still a few hours to go before Eddie brings your daughter back from Joyce and Hopper’s. Where you wake up to your husband wrapped around you, his morning wood tucked between your thighs. This time you don’t hesitate in initiating yourself. Taking what you both want. Steve’s moans score your morning beautifully, while his cum paints the canvas of your belly and your face wears a self satisfied grin.

Your favorite part is having quiet cups of coffee in the kitchen. Holding hands as you wait for the toast to pop up. Reading the morning paper and handing Steve the comics section without having to be asked. Reaching a hand out to fluff his hair fondly when he reads out the most ridiculous panels.

Your favorite part is when Eddie brings your daughter back and you get to watch the light in Steve’s eyes magnify as he picks her up in his arms. He coos at her and she smiles and you sweat you ascend to heaven.

Eddie lingers in the doorway after Steve hoists the diaper bag and brings his precious cargo into the living room.

“So are you all…satisfied?” Eddie asks uncomfortably. You punch him in the shoulder but you’re unable to hide the massive smile on your face.

“Yes. Yes I am, thank you,” you reply, completely genuine. Eddie grins back at you, squeezing your hand.

“I’m happy for you, slut.”

You’re about to reply when you both freeze, surprised by a loud voice coming from the living room.

“EDWARD MUNSON, IF YOU CALL MY WIFE A SLUT ONE MORE TIME!”

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[tiyanasfantasy]

Marry Her Anway ❦.

wussup yall !

i just wanna say i haven’t wrote anything in over a year, mostly due to no motivation, but I’m back! i lost my other account so I’m starting fresh! ion want you to have no high expectations, lemme get used to it again ok? sorry if this is bad 😩..!

buttt i was just listening to this song called “Rude” and i wanted to write a lil story based off of it soo here i goo.

Warnings: Language, not proofread (i think that’s all)

Ony x BlackFem!Reader

Enjoy ❦.

you and ony have been dating for 3 years now. the two of you met during your freshmen year of high school but started dating during yalls senior year, and have been together ever since.

ony had met your family a few times before, they think ony’s a nice guy, i mean he has money, and makes sure you’re always safe and taken care of, and cares about your health, feelings and wellbeing. anyone who’s ever been around the two of you always says you compliment each other very well, your mother and the rest of your family loves ony.

well, everyone except your dad.

your dad HATES ony. why? he says he has a bad feeling about him, that he had bad intentions and he doesn’t want that “Weed selling thug” around his daughter. when you first brought ony home your father said “You’re not gonna last, i’ll give it a week before you’re crying and telling us he’s either in prison or cheated on you with some chick” long story short he’s a D1 hater

but to his surprise, 3 years later you and ony are still together, now 22 and 23 years old and still deeply in love with each other.

ony was very aware of your fathers dislike of him, that didn’t stop him from driving to his house on a saturday morning in the finest clothes he could find, and knocking loud and proud on his door. KNOCK KNOCk KNOCK

when your father looked out the peep hole and seen it was on the let out a groan and opened the door. “what?” he said with and irritation in his voice .

“g’morning sir” ony said with a big grin on his face. “i would ask to come in but-“ before he could finish he was cut off by your fathers voice “no, what do you want ? i don’t have time for this, i have things to do, where’s my daughter ?”

ony cleared his throat. “yns at her hair appointment, i wanted to ask you something tho, this is very important and i know you love your daughter a lot, so your opinion on this matters a lot.”

your dad raised his eyebrow at ony, motioning that he was listening.

“uh ion really know how to ask this but i know that your an old fashion man so uh..” ony pulls a ring from behind his back and holds it up to show your dad “can i… can i marry your daughter?”

as he was asking this question, your mother was walking by and was shocked by what she just heard and quickly ran over to the door and seen ony holding up a beautiful diamond ring

“Yes! Yes you can!” your mother said admiring the pretty ring infront of her husbands face.

meanwhile your dad stood there with a look of shock and disgust on his face. “he was asking me. and no, no you can’t. you’ll never get my blessing till the day i die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!”

your mom looked at your dad with a shocked look on her face “why you gotta be so rude??”

connie got tired of waiting in the car and came out to see what was taking ony so long “what’d he say?”

ony looked at connie and shook his head “man,he said no.”

connie looked over at your dad “that’s crazy man, whatchu say no for? you know how bad that must’ve hurt my man ego?”

ony looked over at your dad too “right, don’t you know i’m human and got feelings too?”

your dad rolled his eyes “i’ve been saying this for years, you’re no good for my daughter, i’m not gonna let you marry her then cheat and force her to go through more pain and a divorce”

connie mean mugged your dad “no disrespect pops, but ony been in your daughter since we was freshies, this guy got nothing but good intentions, i swear to you”

your mom nodding her head in agreement, seeing this made your dad scoff and shake his head “like i said you don’t have my blessing, if i don’t want you even dating my daughter what makes you think i’d allow you to marry her, the answer is no?”

your mother was standing there with her arms crossed shaking her head “you think i’d tell him he could if i tht out he had bad intentions?” your dad still feelings to remorse said “i don’t care, my answers no.”

“that’s fucked man, for real.” connie said.

ony just let out a dry laugh “Don’t worry bout it yall, im gonna marry her anyway” he said shrugging.

Connie laughed “that’s what i’m talking about” while your mother said “yeah, marry that girl!”

your father looked stunned as he repeated her words “marry that girl ??”

ony nodded his head saying “yeah, no matter what you say” he stopped and looked down at the ring one more time before closing the box and looking back at your after and saying “I’m gonna marry that girl, and we’ll be a family.”

ouuu girl yo daddy was soo mad, and his own wife was going against his word?? that bald headed ahh man was pissed baby, nobody cared tho, he walked back into the house mumbling under his funky ahh breath.

but that’s alll i’m writing tdy if u read this thank youuu and i hope you liked it (ts was mad corny no cap 😂😂) oh well ty for reading i love youuu!! kisses 💋💋 ! ❦.

[agi-ppangx]

💭you’re safe now

bang chan x gn!reader

an: based on this request<3 not really proofread so i apologize in advance for any typos and mistakes !!

you heard chan enter your shared apartment around two in the morning. you were sitting in front of your computer, random show playing in the background, but you didn’t really pay attention. your whole day felt like a blur - you woke up in the middle of the night from a particularly bad nightmare. you had them almost every day - they caused you to be constantly tired due to waking up with a pounding heart long before your alarm. you were anxious all the time and you couldn’t concentrate. today was no different, except the nightmare that woke you up was different, scarier, and it caused your day to be an absolute disaster. you couldn’t concentrate on your way to work, almost bumping your car into another in front of you. when you arrived and your boss saw you he immediately ordered you to go home, because oh, my god yn, you look like a zombie! you came back to your apartment and just sat down, crying your eyes out, feeling completely helpless and defenceless. then you played something on your computer and here you were, your eyelids so, so heavy, but you were too scared to give in and fall asleep, knowing all too well that it only meant another nightmare.

“yn?” you jumped when chan’s hand caressed your shoulder. “hey, it’s just me,” he continued, his voice quiet and soothing. you relaxed once you fully comprehended the situation and sighed loudly. “what are you still doing up, hm?” he hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “i don’t want to go to sleep,” you whispered, your eyes welling with tears already. chan noticed your state and immediately paused the show which was still playing quietly in the background. he picked you up from the chair and you didn’t even protest, seeking comfort in your boyfriend’s arms. he sat on the edge of bed, situating you on his lap and you instantly nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his cologne reaching your nose. “i’m so scared,” you sobbed into his hoodie, wetting the material. he squeezed your waist, encouraging you to tell him more so he could understand you better. “i don’t want to experience this again. it was so terrifying and when i close my eyes i can still see it and-” you were starting to hyperventilate and chan had to stop you and instruct you to take a few deep breaths. you hugged him again, your cheek placed on his chest. chan started to rock you gently in his arms. “you’re safe now, baby. i promise everything is okay and you’re not in danger,” he whispered into your ear, placing a kiss on your temple. you just nodded, knowing he’s telling the truth. “maybe… maybe you could make an appointment with your therapist? you haven’t seen her for a while, so perhaps the pills aren’t working anymore. how about that, love?” he asked you gently, carefully picking the words. he knew it was a sensitive topic to you. “i should probably do that, shouldn’t i?” you answered, yawning and he quietly chuckled at your response. “i just think it would be the best idea.” you hummed at that and before you could say anything more, tiredness overpowered you and you fell asleep in chan’s embrace, feeling safe enough to let your guard down and rest.

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[natashaslesbian]

We Saved Each Other (Part Three)

Summary: Natasha finds herself feeling protective over you when you have to go and see Doctor Bruce

Word Count: 1.9k

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader)

Warnings/Content: Red Room references, medical check up, needles, crying, Fury appears, Nat being the biggest softie

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You woke up with a slight panic, the unfamiliar feeling of the sheets over your skin confusing your small brain. You reached out a single arm and folded it over to pull on your cuffs, but they didn’t seem to be there. You peered around the dimly lit room and your gaze caught a larger frame on the floor, sprawled out with curly red locks. So - yesterday hadn’t been a dream? You were still in your fluffy clothes and in the company of the one person who had ever shown you kindness. Almost on cue, Natasha began to stir. She groaned slightly, probably relieving the ache in her neck from sleeping on the floor. You pulled the duvet up to your chin, afraid the woman would see you and change her mind at hospitality she was offering you. When the redhead saw you were awake too, she smiled. So warmly. So calmly. “Good morning sweetheart!” Her soft nature had you itching to smile back “did you sleep well darling?” She asked, you only managed a nod. Natasha peeled herself from the floor and came to sit beside you, she opened her hand towards you “it’s okay, you’re still safe I promise” she could read you so well. You reached your hand out and slotted it into hers. “No chain?” You whispered.

The older widows heart dropped. They still did that? “No, no chains darling, you’re free to leave the bed whenever you’d like” this was so alien to you, but you sucked in a sharp breath and used your feet to push down the duvet and reach your other arm to Nat. She helped you down off the bed “thank you” you said “you’re very welcome, would you like some breakfast?” You couldn’t quite remember the last time you had eaten, and you were definitely hungry “no thank you” you lied. “It’s alright, you can have something to eat if you’d like” Natasha said “bread?” You questioned, “how about some toast?” You thought inquisitively “toast?” You had never heard of it before “it’s just like bread” the agent started “but it’s warm and you can but butter or jam on top” you were defiantly curious now “please may I have toast?” You smiled “of course”

You decided you wanted to have whatever Natasha was having on her toast, and today she chose butter. You watched her every move as she prepared the simple breakfast. “Here we are” she said. It was almost comical how excited you were over such a basic food but Natasha knew your taste buds hadn’t explored much at the red room. “Is it good?” She said “yes! So tasty!” You squealed, making the most noise you had since Natasha met you, she was loving seeing more of your personality. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. “Good morning agent Romanoff!” Fury loudly made his presence known. You slid right back into your shell, not daring to look up from your plate “good morning” Romanoff said. “I’ve set up a doctors appointment for the young one, in an hour at the tower with doctor Banner, I thought you might like to take her there” take you where? To see a doctor? Didn’t Natasha say you were safe? The red head sensed your tension and came to Fury for a quiet word “um, is there any chance doctor Cho could see her? She might feel more comfortable with a female” she said “she’s away I’m afraid, it’s doctor Banner or no one” Fury boomed “he’s just gonna give her a check up and take some blood so we can get some information on her” Natasha felt her blood rising “she’s not a lab rat” she shot at her superior “No. but she is entirely unidentified to us. We don’t even know her name. It’s not to scare her Romanoff, it’s to help her okay. Try not to worry. I understand it’s close to home but I promise we’ll keep her safe” Nick’s words calmed Nat slightly, she still knew you would be terrified but she also knew this was important. Who knew what injury’s you could have.

You followed Natasha’s every instruction. Followed her to the car. Sat silently the whole journey. Quietly followed her into the avengers tower. Of course she was looking out for you, trying to assure you that you were safe but you were still scared. “Okay little one” she said as she came down to your level outside of a white door “my really good friend Bruce is a doctor, and he’s going to have a little look at you okay? He’s going to make sure that you’re well and that you’re not hurting. I promise he won’t hurt you” you hoped and prayed that ‘doctor Banner’ would be a girl, but no, instead it was a man, your biggest nightmare. The door opened to reveal a small hospital room, medical equipment littered everywhere, and everything you were afraid of was clear to your eyes. You couldn’t step foot in there. Silent tears crept towards your eyes and the widow was instantly at your side “hey, hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re safe I promise. I’m gonna be here the whole time and I’ll protect you, I promise!” She soothed, it worked for a moment and you crept towards the bed “can I lift you up?” Nat asked, you nodded. You sat in a nervous quietness and as promised, Natasha stayed right by your side. The door crashed open. A doctor came in. You whined quietly and leaned towards Nat. She was slightly took by surprise but immediately wrapped her arm around your shoulders, shushing you softly.

“Hi there, I’m Bruce” the doctor said. He had been filled in on the basics so decided to skip most of the small talk. You apprehensively let him check your temperature, eyesight and blood pressure. At the mention of having to look over your body for injury you focused your attention to the red head. “You don’t have to be ashamed of them, remember?” She said, quoting from your conversation last night. While keeping your dignity, you undressed and sceptically let Bruce take a look at you. He took notes, so many notes on his clipboard. He was probably writing down everything that was wrong with you. Banner made the examination as quick as possible, sensing how uncomfortable you were. He was glad to note down that you didn’t appear to have any recent injuries. “Ok” he said “there’s just one last thing we need to do okay. We need to have a blood test to make sure you’re all healthy inside and so we can learn a little more about you” what did they need to know? There’s nothing wrong with you. “It’s just a quick little prick darling. It’ll be over before you know it. And then I can find out your name. I’m sure it’s just as beautiful as my new friend” you didn’t quite understand her, who was she calling beautiful? Bruce tried to be discreet, but as soon as you saw the needle you flipped.

“NO. NO. NO.” You screamed as you pulled away from them both “you say safe! You going to hurt me!” You started crying your heart out. Natasha was taken aback. “Sweetheart it’s okay I promise, we’re not going to hurt you it’ll just be a small prick” her words brought no comfort. You cried and cried. It was happening again. You trusted her and she was betraying you “No! Let me go!” You screamed as arms wrapped tightly around you “I’ve got you darling, I’m gonna keep you safe I promise” Natasha whispered into your ear. You calmed ever so slightly, her voice bringing you comfort. You were to weak to fight her, there was no where to go. Bruce came towards you with a sharp needle. you would tell them anything they wanted to know, anything that would stop the pain walking towards you. Nat’s grip tightened around you, suffocating you in her warmth. The doctor decided this was his only chance. The needle pushed past your skin, sinking into your blood. You let out the most gut wrenching scream, Natasha had to hold back her tears, she knew all to well what you were going through. “Y/N!” You screamed “my name is y/n” your voice was hoarse, like you were swallowing glass “I promise. Please!” it was hard to comprehend but Natasha heard it “y/n” she cooed “it’s okay y/n. Your safe” nothing seemed to stop the pain and memories that filled your little head. The only thing you could do was squeeze your eyes tightly shut, just hoping and praying it would be over soon. all your strength was gone, small whimpers were all you could release.

“Hey y/n, look” her soft voice caught your attention. She pointed over Bruce, on the other side of the room. “It’s all done” she said “you did so well y/n” you continued to whimper into her shoulder for a few moments and although you were hurting, Natasha was loving holding you so close. “Well done y/n. We’re all finished now” Bruce said. The older widow was quick to remove you from such a frightening environment and headed to her bedroom in the tower. The morning had taken its toll on you, you were in desperate need of a nap, but you knew you weren’t allowed one. “Here we are y/n. This is my bedroom, and you can stay here for as long as you need. You hummed in an unsure agreement “would you like to take a nap sweetheart?” Natasha said as she sat you down her bed. “I can have nap?” You said as you rubbed your sore red eyes “of course you can y/n. It’s okay if you’re tired and need a rest” you shyly nodded and crawled up to the pillows with Natasha’s approval. Nat helped to tuck you in all snug and then set off to the door “Natty?” You whined. Her heart stopped, the first time you used her name and it was the most beautiful nickname she had ever been given. “Yeah y/n?” She said “will ou howld me pwease?” You mumbled, already falling to sleep “of course” the redhead wasted no time and climbed into her plush bed with you, you wrapped yourself around her and fell into a deep slumber.

Natasha was too shocked to move. This tiny little person she had known for less than 48 hours had given her so much trust. But Nat knew she was a monster, even if the little y/h/c haired girl didn’t. Natasha was still traumatised by her past, how could she help you deal with yours? She didn’t know the first thing about caring for a toddler, or even about caring for herself. The widow thought of countless ways she could give you a better life, she could take you to an adoption agency, maybe Clint’s family could take you in? But every idea came back to the same thought, she would miss you so much. Natasha couldn’t imagine ever letting you go, she wanted to hold you like this forever. She carefully reached for her phone and dialled her new found friend “Hey Natasha” he answered after a few rings “Hi Clint” Nat said as she took a deep breath “her name’s y/n” Clint smiled, although Natasha couldn’t see it “how’s she doing?” He asked “she’s frightened, scared, afraid, she just fell asleep…” she trailed off “and?” Clint said, already knowing his new partner so well “and” Natasha started “I’m gonna keep her”

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I’m loving writing this series, please please send me any ideas you’d like me to include or touch on!

-Astara🩷

[thewildsophia]

OK KO, Let's be Heroes!//KO x Older Sibling!Reader

A/N: I can't believe this hasn't been written before omg. I had the thought of an older sibling reader to KO rolling around in my head while watching the series and was shocked to find no fanfics with the premise. So I did it myself.

NOTE: The Reader's powers are basically Portgas D. Ace's from One Piece. If you aren't familiar, I've attached a few gifs to give you an idea of what it's like.

Word Count: 2026

"Read More Link" placed due to length.

So I can’t think of a realistic way for Reader to be a biological older sibling to KO considering the timeline of what happened.

Soooooooo…You took on the role of KO’s older sibling, even though you’re not related by blood.

[Insert tragic backstory here] and Carol had found you when you were a young teenager wandering about without a home to go to. When she found that out about you, she couldn’t in good conscience leave you alone, so she…adopted you basically. There wasn’t any paperwork involved so you just unofficially become her second child.

Carol was SHOOK when she found out about your superpower (and that’s putting it lightly, she was freaking out--).

It happened when she failed to light the fire underneath her stove a few days after you came to live with her and KO. Not thinking much about it, you held your finger up and lit the fire yourself. When she turned and saw the small fire burning on the tip of your finger she freaked tf out thinking you were hurt. 

A one-hour explanation later, she was now on board as to what power you have: You’re made out of fire and can set other things on fire just by looking at them. You even showed her some of your moves the next day faaaaar away from anything flammable. 

Carol encouraged you to become a hero and with her help you eventually did. You became a decently high-ranking hero at a young age, clocking in at level 6. 

There were a LOT of companies trying and failing to recruit you, but you chose to stay home with Carol and KO (no Carol is NOT crying-).

KO was quite young when you were “adopted,” being around 3 or 4 at the time. Because of that, he always assumed that you were his older sibling by blood and it wasn’t until one day between ages 6 to 11 that Carol told him the truth.

My boy was shocked, but it didn’t change anything between your dynamic. 

In fact, you became even more of an inspiration to him on his path to becoming a hero!

You helped Carol a lot at the fitness dojo until Carol got KO a job at Gar’s, to which Carol also had you hired to keep an eye on KO. Not that she didn’t trust him, she just knew that he could get in over his head sometimes and wanted to have someone be there to protect him. 

Talking about Gar’s, Rad and Enid absolutely ADORE you. You’re the unofficial manager appointed by them truly because you are a few levels higher than them. 

At first, when they heard they were getting two new coworkers, they didn’t think much of it. You and KO seemed nice enough so they didn’t mind having you around. 

It’s not until the Darell robot for the day comes busting into the plaza that their opinion changes. 

Just ask KO is about to get absolutely decked by Darell, you zoomed onto the scene in a blaze of fire and punched the bot, setting it on fire while also hitting it with enough force to send it back to Boxmore with KO nestled into your other arm. 

“Nobody ever touched my little brother.” You muttered under your breath while wrapping KO into your arms further to soothe him. You walk past a stunned Rad and Enid as you enter the store and get back to work.

That day, Rad and Enid also became your younger siblings. Pestering you with questions like “How did you get so strong?” and “Where did you get that power from?” Considering you’re a year or two older and much stronger you embraced the title with honor.

You actually became a little bit of a local celebrity after working at Gar’s for a while. People, locals really, would occasionally come in a ask to take a picture with you. Abashed, you said yes every time because you really couldn’t say no. Real Magic Skeleton even has a picture of you on his site with a small bio (You blushed so hard when you found out you thought you were gonna explode).

Speaking of which, KO LOVES to flaunt you around and hype you up, much to your embarrassment. He says stuff like, “Look at my cool amazingly strong older sibling!” and “My older sibling could beat up your older sibling!” 

KO means well, but he embarrasses the shit out of you.

MAD PROTECTIVE. If Carol is protective then you are on another level entirely. If someone even says something mean about KO it’s on sight. People learned very quickly that you are KO’s older sibling and that you will not hesitate to DIE to protect him (KO prays that it never comes to that).

I could see a rude customer coming in and harassing KO about Cob knows what and you just come up behind them and punch them out of the store. When Mr. Gar confronted you about it, you held your ground and stated proudly what you had done. He was honestly surprised at your resolve and didn’t punish you at all, saying “You should stick up for yourself and the ones you love.”

Lord Boxman even became a little weary about attacking the plaza knowing that you worked there and you are a pretty strong defender. That doesn’t stop him, of course, but he does strategize to combat you better.

Professor Venomous encourages Boxman to capture you and “convert” you to villainy since your power is something that could be very useful to them. You’ve heard people throughout your life make comments about how “villainous” your power is, but you never let it get to your head since you know who you are and that’s all that matters. 

Taking. Naps. Together. Seriously, if KO ever doses off during one of his shifts, you’re quick to follow him. You’ll scoop him up into your arms and sit down somewhere in the corner and fall asleep with him. Rad and Enid think it’s absolutely adorable and have several pictures of you two.

Rad and Enid will even join your cuddle pile in the break room when time permits (or when they make the time themselves).

KO will even occasionally crawl into your bed at home and sleep with you there. He says that your bed is more comfortable than his, but you really know he gets lonely sometimes.

Piggyback rides! KO loves to lounge on your shoulders and back and will often hang off of you as he does with Rad. 

You’re also just used to the feeling of holding/carrying KO that it sometimes feels weird when you haven’t for a while.

When you met TKO for the first time you kinda panicked like many of the other plaza members. It was an especially stressful time in your life (and probably much more for Carol).

TKO wasn’t that fond of you either which made everything 10x harder to deal with. He didn’t actively dislike you, it was more like he wanted nothing to do with you.

Once KO came out of that initial swap between himself and TKO, you didn’t really think much about it. 

When he mentioned some “Shadowy Figure” though you immediately began to do as much research as you could on the guy, you were determined to beat the crap out of this guy (if not kill him-).

Listening to KO cry into your and Carol’s arms blabbering about, “I’m so sorry!” and “I don’t know what he did to me!” You honestly thought this man had touched KO (I know I’m not the only one…right??). It took a lot of coaxing, but you eventually managed to understand what happened when KO told you the full story.

It’s not until Dendy begins to monitor KO and TKO that you start to give his alter much thought. You encourage KO to pursue research into his darker ego, assuming he’s okay with it of course, and offer to be someone he can talk to about it if he isn’t comfortable talking to anyone else about it. 

During some of these talks, you open up about yourself a bit to KO to make him feel better and let him know that the negative emotions he feels are normal. 

During some of the more intimate conversations, you tell him how you used to hurt people and even kill at times before Carol took you in.

KO doesn’t believe you at first. How could someone so kind and loving have killed in their life? You use that to help you explain that good people do bad things sometimes, but that doesn’t make them a bad person. 

You teach him that TKO isn’t something that he should be ashamed of and cage up in the back of his mind, but could instead be someone to rely on in times of need.

He feels a lot better after you tell him all of this.

Hugging and holding KO close to you during nights when he feels really bad about himself. Where he doubts his ability to become a good hero and to be able to harness TKO’s powers. 

You’d rock him back in forth in his bed while quietly soothing him over his crying. He asked you not to tell Mommy and you promised him that he had your word.

I could honestly see Reader lying to cover up KO’s tracks. Like KO is caught doing something he absolutely should not be doing and instead of immediately admitting fault, you would come up with some realistic yet unfeasible lie that only works about 50% of the time.

KO loves to spar with you! He learned most of his physical skills from you, stuff like punching, jumping, kicking, and all that fun stuff. You’ve never used your fire powers against him though.

There was one incident where Boxmore accidentally found out what your weakness is, that being water. A Shannon bot had thrown you into the little kiddie pool Rad and Enid had set up before the attack started.

When you jumped out of the pool soaking wet and unable to start a fire, the stupid sibling trio laughed and mocked you. Enid was quick to come in with a kick to Raymond’s head and you soon found your footing.

Boxmore learned that day not to underestimate you as even without your powers you’re still a physically strong hero.

However, it would seem that Boxman and Professor Venomous stored that data about you since some of the bots they send are equipped with water guns. You’ve gotten pretty good at dodging them, so that’s kinda cool.

You do remember one time after KO had gotten a handle over TKO where you had been drenched with a bucket of water and right as you were about to get socked by Raymond, KO had pushed you out of the way and dodged the punch himself.

You had never been more proud of KO than in that moment and you made that known to him after the fight. You ran up to him and cradled him in your arms talking about how proud you were and that he was becoming such a fine hero (that last one got him to blush a little).

Rad and Enid definitely took a picture of this and then proceeded to print out a copy and put it in the break room.

When you and KO found out that your mom was dating Mr. Gar, you both were a little unsure about how you felt. When Rad and Enid asked about it, they asked the two of you together and then asked you separately. 

Seeing as you’re the older sibling they thought that you would have had a better idea of how you feel about the whole arrangement and were bummed out when they realized that you really didn’t know how you felt. 

After the date you four hosted for Carol and Mr. Gar, both you and KO see how happy Mr. Gar makes your mom and decide that if she’s happy then you’re happy as well.

KO is honestly one of the best younger brothers you could ever ask for. He’s kind and selfless and wants to help others when he can. And in return, you are the best older sibling that KO could ever ask for.

Sorry the format looks off in some places, Tumblr just makes booty juice decisions like limiting the character limit per block to 4096 words...

[blues824]

I would love to see Edward Midford(may have misspelled the last name) with a plus size reader who just got news her first book was accepted for publishing.(I almost fell to the floor when I got this exact news just after Thanksgiving!!) Please and thank you!!!

Congratulations!!! I’m sorry for this being so late! Female reader, as per the request.

TW: Fatshaming, sexism, both occur in only one paragraph and the person responsible is dealt with in the end

Edward Midford

He was aware that you were writing a book, and he was happy to see you so excited about it. He’s actually read through the multiple drafts, and he is not going to be soft on you. He takes over as editor, as he wants to make sure that you don’t get tricked out of your money. He tends to be a bit protective over the people he loves, you included.

Anyways, he loves reading through the unpublished version because he is one of the very few people who has gotten to read it thus far. He liked to treat it as a work of art hung within a gallery. Every single time you completed a new chapter, he would reward you with dinner at an inn nearby. 

Unfortunately, his duties as a knight had kept him away for some time. He promised to be there for you when you went to a publishing office to drop off your draft. However, he was dealing with some uproar in a different part of England during your set appointment with said office. You wrote to him, telling him about the experience.

The only thing that went awry was the person at the front desk. He seemed to be against women writers, and you’ve even heard him comment about how someone of your build was better at one of the restaurants around. You were very close to giving the man a piece of your mind, but you kept your composure and just reported him to the person who you had an appointment with.

Edward was home with you, his beloved wife, by the time you had gotten the letter from the publishing office. He had his hands on your shoulders, looking over you as you gently opened the envelope and unfolded the piece of paper and started reading it aloud. He could see your hand started to shake, so he reached out and steadied them.

After a few moments, you got to the point of the letter that was apart from the introductory and the whole “we have reviewed the draft that you had submitted”, and then… you saw it; the most important section of the message:

“We have accepted your idea for your book and would like to schedule an appointment with you to talk about the process and…”

You honestly didn’t even finish reading it because the tears in your eyes were blurring your vision. You turned towards your husband and wrapped your arms around him as you just cried tears of joy. He pulled you close, placing a kiss upon the top of your head as he had a huge smile on his face. 

“I’m so proud of you, my love. I know you worked so hard on this, and I will try to be there for you during every step of the process of the publication of your book. You deserve this and more, my princess.”

His words alone made you start crying anymore, and he pulled away to start wiping the tears from your eyes with the handkerchief that you had gotten for him a while ago. It had both your initials sewn into the silk, and he always kept it on him to remind him who he was fighting for when he was away.

That aside, the next day he came home with a bouquet of flowers as well as a box of chocolate and a small bottle of champagne to celebrate. Don’t worry about that guy who gave you trouble either. The person in charge of the publication office got a letter from the Queen herself that the man at the front desk is no longer allowed to work there. Edward did have to pull a few strings, but he would make sure that no one like that would ever get in your way again.

[mutant-okuri-inu]

CAUGHT RED - HANDED PART 2

After yesterday's break - up, Halia had to calm down. But the next day she's not herself anymore...

Warnings: Slight angst.

The times reads 4:56 pm. Halia is sitting in her room while hugging the pillow in sadness. The curtains are closed, blocking the evening sunset not to cast the light through the window.

There is silence in the bedroom, nothing but a silence. Halia's tears were dried on her cheeks as she still remembers Noah's cruel words. Her black hair is messy and her eyes are still puffy from the crying.

Oh, what a day she had. Halia's aunt will come back later from work before Halia read her text from her phone.

Then her phone starts to ring, Halia snaps out of her thoughts and takes the phone to check who is calling. The caller ID shows "Michelle" on it. Halia quickly wipes her tears away and pressed the green button, then she puts her phone by the ear.

"Hello?" She said, trying to act normal in her voice, fighting the sad tone.

"Halia! Oh thank god, are you alright?! I heard what happened! Did you really--" Michelle's panicked voice was cut by Halia.

"Yeah, I did. I did broke up with him." Halia answers bluntly.

"Holyyy crap! I can still sadness in your voice. I should've stayed with you!"

"No, it's alright, I know how gymnastics are really important to you."

"But still, if I was in this situation, I'd totally kick his nuts." Michelle huffes as Halia laughs softly.

"Do you want me to come over?"

"No, we can talk tommorow, I know you're tired." Halia sniffs and rubs her eyes gently.

"Are you going to be okay?" Michelle's tone turned worried and caring.

"I'll be fine, I just... need some time alone. I'll see you tommorow at school." Halia sadly smiled a little bit.

"Okay, take care." Michelle hangs up. Halia puts her phone on the drawer and lays on her back, her back of the head hits the pillow gently. She needs to rest... and stop thinking about what happened today.

Halia came to school not herself anymore. It feels her blood is boiling while she came to school with blank look on her face. She saw Noah with Ashley, clearly flirting with her. Now Halia finds it disgusting...

...

What a day after school... Halia didn't dare to look at Noah's eyes, not even for a second. The way Ashley smirked at Halia to make her jealous really wanted to punch her. But Michelle stepped into action and slapped Noah in the face, screamed right into his face while Michelle had to calm her down.

At lessons, Halia couldn't consecrate, the teachers scowled her to pay attention.

Halia packed her stuff and leaves the classroom, only a few students left in the hallway, ready to go home. Michelle had to leave early for dentist appointment, she texted Halia to get boba after school.

Halia sighed and puts her phone in her pocket. She hears footsteps running behind her, but she decided to ignore it. A hand touched her shoulder to stop her.

"Halia, can we talk?"

Noah...

Halia doesn't want to listen to him, but she stopped. Her head hung low. No... she can't stand to look at him.

"Halia, look at me."

Halia can't stand to hear his voice, she turns around with a neutral expression. She sees his cheek is red from Michelle's slap. She looks at his hazel eyes, clearly reading he feels guilty what he said yesterday.

"There's nothing to explain." Halia says as she walks again. Noah appears in front of her to stop her. Halia rolls her eyes annoyingly.

"Okay! You have one minute, start talking." Her tone changed to fake - friendly one.

Noah sighs and rubs his neck. "L-look... I uh... I really didn't mean to say these things yesterday. I wasn't thinking. It's just... I'm tired getting in my tail like "where were you been?" Or... "Where were you?". Something like that."

Halia takes a deep breath as her heart pounds repeatedly. "You could've told me you want to break up with me."

Noah opens his mouth to say something again, but he closed, remaining silent. He just nods slightly.

"I wanted you to be treated right, I treated you with kindness. I can't believe you pulled something with Ashley..." Halia turns her head away.

"I know, but we can be--"

"Friends?" Halia cuts him off. "I don't know... I need some time to think. Oh, and your minute is up. Now move out of the way."

Noah blinks at her words, he didn't want to argue, he moves out of the way for Halia to walk away. He watched her back only to exit the school.

Noah rubs his eyes, at that moment, he growls in frustration and punched the locker aggressively.

As Halia exits the school, she thinks to herself...

'I'll never be in another relationship again...'

That is her promise. All men are the same...

Or is she going to find another man in the future, but a kind one?

...

Part 2 is here weee, should I place Noah to a Shadow Company? 👀

[beforethepoison]

work chaos - this sounds like an abusive behavior?

So, I have a work crush on this guy, and he is like a supervisor and I am just an employee and he has two colleagues that are female supervisors. One is my boss, and the other is a girl who smokes alot. And one day I was talking to him and the girl who smoked alot interrupted our conversation to ask him how his employees were doing and was very frustrating. But I point it and waited for him to answer her and it was the end of the day. So it was not like...I am making conversation in the middle of the work.

And one day, I was really feeling real really sick. And I went to the bathroom and I was did what I have to do but the pain didn't go away. And also lol the shit didn't go away and there were two girls in the bathroom just talking and I was like..."I can't leave this shit here!This shit must go down to the wastepipe. So I was standing there, pressing the toilet flush for minutes and then....It left!" and I was like...WOW thankgod. I can leave here.

I did, but what it didn't was my PAIN. I was so in pain and I was like...I must go the private bathroom that everyone uses. I am very shy and I never used because is separate for PwD but my company doesn't have anyone with PwD so everyone uses that place for privacy.

I went there and I just started to do some massages on my belly so I can get better because I was very scared to leave work and get a doctor appointment because (if I miss a day now, I have to work EVERY SATURDAY of the month for 6 hours)

When I was there, I saw the door trying to get open and it was like 3 times. In the third time, I hear my boss complaining that 'people just don't leave the bathroom' and I heard it. And when I left the bathroom, she was standing next to the lunchroom and with a serious face and I asked her: '' Do you wanna use the bathroom?" and she was like "No!" and sat down on the lunch room.

while I was there, I was putting my earphones and one employee asked her: "Hey, didn't you wanted to go the bathroom?"

and she was like "no!"

And the employee asked her: "why? Did you give up?"

After that, I was going to my crush table by the end of the day ask him a question and firstly I asked him:

-are you busy?

and he was like... "no, i am...just a little but say it!' and my boss interrupted us and she said:

-hey! look the time and the subject!" - she said it loud. and i was like

'-'

wtf

And while I was waiting a friend in the end of the day to give a ride home to my friend, she was starring at me from distance while I was chatting with my sister on the phone.

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The next day, she changed my chair to the one in the end of the hall, far from my crush and with no one that I knew around me.

she gave me a "warning," saying that I was always crossing the line at lunchbreak time. Being like 1 or 2 and she said sometimes 4 minutes late and she said: DAILY

and I was like WTF

and she told me to sign warning that was written that even thou I was aware, I was still making these lunchbreaks crossing the deadline of the time.

and I was like : I am not going to sign this.

She told the two supervisors to sign as a "witness" that i didn't want to sign. I came back to my table and I was doing my job but my head was overloaded with anger and whys...

Why she would do that? Why they have to do that?

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I went to the HR and cry my soul out. They changed my boss and now my crush is my boss which it feels not appropriated but I guess will not have a crush on him anymore because...I don't think he likes me.

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When I first starting work there, I told here my mom was sick, she had Dengue and Dengue is not an easy sickness. And my mom was alone at home because me and my sister had to work, and when I went to work, she asked 'what's matter?" and I was like "my mother has dengue" and she was like "Oh please don't be sick cause we are running '100 bucks voucher on the supermarket!"

[the-fiction-witch]

We're Family P2

Media The Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X reader

Rating CUTE

I sat sipping my drink from its straw, the cup resting on my bump and the straw between my lips as I sipped the apple juice, my feet up on the coffee table. I heard the door open so I turned and saw Marybelle arrive home from school,

"Hi Honey," I smiled as she came through,

"Hi Mom," she said as she sat on the sofa too, "Where's Dad?"

"Groceries."

"ahh, how did your appointment go?"

"good, very good. Baby is coming along cosy and happy,"

"Good," she nodded, "What was all the swearing about last night?" She asked, "Or... do I not wanna know?"

"Why wouldn't you wanna know?" I giggled,

"...I don't know why he's swearing in the middle of the night in your bedroom."

I laughed, "Marybelle. Benny was putting the bedside crib together."

"ahh..." she nodded,

"Can I know why your friend Sam was swearing when he visited last week?"

"...no,"

"Alright," I chuckled,

I heard the door open and I looked over as Benny set the groceries on the kitchen table, "Hello my beautiful girls," he smiled as he came and leant over the sofa, "Hi honey," He smiled kissing Marybelle's cheek, "Hi Sweetie," he smiled kissing my cheek, "Hi baby girl," He cooed as he kissed my baby bump, "how are my lovely ladies?"

"Baby's kicking away," I smiled,

"Awww kicky little baby," he cooed as he came and kissed my bump resting his head there as he stroked, "such excited little thing, excited to come out for cuddles," he cooed, "How is mommy?" He cooed,

"Okay, I think," I laughed,

"Good," He smiled, "How was your day Marybelle?"

"Fine, Lisa threw a sandwich at Jacob Lintworth's head."

"Ohh..." I laughed,

"Perticular reason? or... did he just need gluten in his hair?" Benny laughed,

"He called her a gothy Bitch,"

"Ahh..." I nodded, "Makes sense,"

"I mean... Lisa... Kinda is..." Benny began,

"You wear a leather trench coat," she snapped,

"...Touche," he nodded,

I smiled as I stood in the kitchen cooking up some nice yummy cravings, frying some battered strawberries, Benny had his arms wrapped around me his hands on my stomach, his chin on my shoulder as we cuddled.

Marybelle sat doing homework at the kitchen table rolling her eyes a little at us, "You guys are mushy,"

"It is love," I smiled, "I love you Darling," I cooed,

"I love you too Sweetie," He cooed giving my lips a soft kiss,

"Adorable. And Mushy." she sighed,

"We love you too Marybelle," I smiled,

"Gross," she sighed taking her books and heading to her room,

"Teenagers," I sighed,

"Were you like this as a teenager?"

"I was a teen mother, of course Not. I was busy trying to afford baby toys and get some kind of a sleep schedule," I explained, "and you know dealing with a perverted Narasassist."

"Well you have me to help with this baby, I promise Y/n. I am going to take good care of you and our sweet baby," he smiled, "and Marybelle but... you know she's a teenager she doesn't much need my help. or want my help." He laughed, "Which is fair I also wouldn't want my help,"

"I would want your help you're a very smart man, Benny,"

"Course I am. I'm a genius."

"Yes, yes my sweet chess Genius,"

"Humm... More, I'm a genius cause I managed to get the most beautiful woman in the world to marry me and let me get her pregnant,"

"Awww Benny... Don't say stuff like that you'll make me cry!"

"Sorry, I don't mean to make my baby mama cry." he chuckled,

"Everything makes me cry Benny," I smiled as I served up my strawberries,

"Good point," he chuckled, "alright let me try the pregnancy cravings," He sighed,

So I happily handed him one as I had my own,

"...well... it... edible... I guess..." he said,

"I like it,"

"if your happy sweetie," He said, "Kinda... reminds me of battered prawns in the way it's like crunchy batter and then a sweet mushy inside,"

"Yeah! That was the aim,"

"if you wanted battered prawns why did you not make battered prawns?"

"Prawns are shellfish,"

"ahhh... now I get it," He nodded,

"They are nice though," I smiled,

"They're fine..." he shrugged,

"Better than the milk sausages?"

"ughh- please... Y/n... sweetie... don't remind me." He says just the memory of it makes him gag,

"Sorry Benny," I giggled,

"It's fine just... Ughh... nope the smell is in my brain I'm gonna hurl," he says bolting to the bathroom,

"Sorry, Benny darling!" I yelled,

I yawned as I sat on my yoga ball slightly bouncing myself as Benny played some chess,

"You wanna play sweetie?" he asked,

"no thank you, baby brain."

"is it that bad?"

"I tried to brush my teeth with a cheese string this morning,"

"ahh... fair enough." he chuckled, "You are really struggling with baby brain,"

"Maybe the baby is too smart, taking all my brain."

"Maybe, that's what happens when you have a chess prodigy baby,"

"A chess prodigy baby?"

"They are gonna be a chess prodigy, I mean I was as soon as I waltzed out of the womb."

I laughed, "Waltzed? no baby waltz's out the womb, Benny,"

"True," He chuckled, "But still our baby will be chess prodigy I'm sure of it,"

"We can hope," I smiled, "Ohhh!" I clutched my stomach,

"Oh?! Oh! is something happening!"

"....no." I sighed,

"Ohh thank god," he sighed, "Where's Marybelle anyway? Shouldn't she be home by now?"

"Therapy it's Thursday,"

"ohh yeah," He nodded,

I smiled as I sat at the table doing some crafting and scrapbooking in my little book planning and marking when I'd need to do the other things, Benny sat across from me with his recent chess magazine he got in the post this morning,

"Hummm..." He muttered,

"Hum?" I asked,

"They have Ohio on as the top prediction for this year's US championship."

"Ohh... wasn't Ohio like three years back?"

"Four but yeah, why would they go back to Ohio so soon?"

"didn't you say it was a uni?"

"Yeah some backwater University, playing on cheap plastic boards with cheap plastic pieces."

"Ohh... Maybe that's why? cheaper."

"True," He sighed, "But why not Vegas again then? Vegas hotels love it cause everyone has to pay for rooms to stay there. And you might tag team with your chess friends but you do not share bedrooms." he explained, "Plus everyone goes down and has a drink in the evening its good money for them."

"Maybe they don't want chess people cause most of them don't gamble?"

"Ehhh maybe," he shrugged,

"Ohhh..." I gulped,

"Oh? Oh! what Oh?" He asks setting his magazine down,

"Ooooohhhh nooo..." I said clutching my belly,

"Baby?!"

"BABY!" I nodded,

"Ohh no! Ohhhhhhh nooooo!" He gulped, "Okay! Okay! We need uhhh... Ooooh we need! Stuff! we need bags! we need your baby bag! we... we haven't packed it yet!"

"Just throw a nightie, a baby blanket, some bottles and a sleep mask in the black bag,"

"Okay! I can do that!" He bolted up to gather things,

"BENNY MOVE!" I screamed,

"Okay! okay! I'm moving!" he yelled,

"Yes I'm surprised you were able to be so calm From the look of it you've been in active labour for at least twelve hours" the doctor said as he came closer,

"Yeah… not my first time I kinda just ignored it?" I answered

“Ignored it!” Benny complained, “Why didn’t you say!”

“If I told you every time I was in pain during this pregnancy Benny you’d have told me to shut up a million times!”

"But that does mean baby will be along shortly. But not a lot of time for-” the doctor explained,

"No no, I know what you're gonna say, no. It's not going to happen. This happened last time, this happened with Marybelle I am not doing it again! I need my drugs!"

"I'm afraid that's just not possible Mrs watts not this late," he says

"Please please I'm begging you I need drugs there is no way I can do this without drugs. There is going to be a whole Human making its way out of me, PLEASE"

"Sorry, Mrs. Watts." He says before he got on with business with the nurses I just laid back on the bed.

"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed as this pain rocketed through me and the room sprung into action a nurse beside me giving me a pace to breathe at, the doctor between my legs and nurses beside him by now the waves had subsided and it was now just this constant pain growing and growing each push of my almost numb muscles made the pain grow more and more I could hear them talking telling me things but I was so overwhelmed by pain all I heard was breath and push and that's all I did just keep breathing and pushing keep breathing and pushing I'd never felt pain so intense in my life that my mind basically shut itself down tears streaming down my face my body numb but in agony "aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!'

"Good good you're doing fine, another big push for me"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed

"Very good"

“Ohh my god this is terrifying…” Benny sighed as he held my hand,

“Ohhh It's bad for you!” I yelled,

“Big push for me," the doctor told me,

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"you doing okay sweetie?" Benny smiled kissing my head

"Do I look okay!"

"Sorry good point…” he sighed, "You must be... in misery"

"You think!"

"Well I'm happy to be here to hold your hand, sweetie," He smiled holding my hand sweetly and kissing it but I grabbed his shirt

"You really think I brought you here to be all cute and loving? You think I brought you here to hold my hand and kiss my head like some shit rom-com movie Benny! NO! If I have to sit here and push a goddamn human out of me without even a fucking ibuprofen as it rips its way out of me, You are gonna fucking be here! and you are going to fucking watch the absolute shit show that is the birth of a child! You dare look away I swear to god I will make you feel this pain Benny I swear it!"

"And push" the doctor demanded so I did what I could even if my body basically began to work on its own at a point where my body knew it had to get this out whether I liked it or not pure animalistic evolutionary madness fueled my body as it worked to get this thing out! And I screamed the blood-curdling sound bouncing off the hospital walls "You did this to me! You fucking bastard Benny! After Marybelle, I never wanted to do this again! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed

"Oh my god!” Benny gulped,

"Okay big push," The doctor says and I grab Benny's hand and scream "Perfect perfect keep that going," he says and I basically left my body from the stinging burning pain my vision blurring all I saw was the nurses working the doctor barking orders and benny holding my hand even if I did see his face go white I swear I blacked out and merely woke up to the nurses rubbing my legs and smiling

"You did great, that's amazing, baby's here," The nurse told me

"Baby's here?" I asked

"Baby's here,” the nurse smiled as she handed me the wrapped-up little body of our little baby girl, she had a patch of little Y/H/C hair and little brown eyes,

"awww... she's beautiful," I cooed,

"she is, she is just as beautiful as her mother." he smiled giving my cheek a kiss and her little head, "Our perfect little girl,"

"Our beautiful baby girl," I smiled as we cuddled her and gave her all the kisses, "what should we name her?"

"I do have an idea,"

"Ohh?"

"Cassia."

"Cassia?" I smiled, "I like it, little Cassia Watts."

"Little baby Cassia. It's perfect," he smiled,

I sat slowly giving Cassia her bottle as I sat on the sofa, The door opened and suddenly slammed shut.

"What the fuck!" Marybelle yelled,

"Whoa! Whoa, what's the matter, honey?" Benny tried to calm her given he was already in the kitchen,

"I was left at the school gate for THREE HOURS!" She yelled, "In the rain!"

"Ohh my god-" I gasped, as I remembered,

"Marybelle we-" he began,

"And after I walked home the door was locked! I had to stay all night at Lisa's!" she yelled, "and then I came back this morning still locked! what the fuck happened! I was down here an hour banging on the door before school!"

"Marybelle, Honey we are so so sorry," I told her,

"We are so sorry Honey Please forgive us." Benny told her pulling her into a hug as she was more upset than angry, "We're so sorry, I was going to call school once we got to the hospital, I just lost track of time."

"Hosptial!" she asked,

"Marybelle, come meet your baby sister," I smiled,

"I missed her being born!" She complained as she came to the sofa,

"We're so sorry Marybelle," Benny said as he came over too,

"It's okay, lots going on," she nodded, "I can deal with being forgotten one time. given she was being born I feel like that's fair..." She nodded, "Can I hold her?"

"Of course, she's just finished her bottle, you can hold her so long as you give her some burping pats." I smiled handing her over, "Gentle, gently... there you go, Marybelle,"

"Awww... Hi... Hi lil sis. She's cute."

"She is isn't she," Benny smiled,

"Her Name?"

"Cassia," I smiled,

"Cassia? I guess Dad named her right?"

"Yes, how could you tell?"

"We read the poem in class,"

"I think it suits her." Benny smiled,

"It does," she nodded,

"I'm sure you two will get along amazingly, you'll be an amazing big sister, Marybelle," I told her,

"I hope I can be," she nodded,

I smiled as I watched Benny putting Cassia to sleep as I did some scrapbooking adding her recent footprint to her book.

"what's all that?" Marybelle asked as she finished her homework,

"Cassia's baby book, it has all her little things in so we can look back and see how she grew." I smiled showing her Cassia's book full of prints, trinkers, photos and such.

"Awww that's sweet," she smiled, "Where's my baby book?"

"Ohh... you- uhh I didn't make one for you," I told her, "Of course you're in other photo albums and such but..."

"Why don't I have a baby book?"

"Well... I was only a little younger than you when I had you, I didn't really have the money to buy a book for you, or the time to do it all and god knows your father wasn't going to help me do stuff like that." I explained,

"Oh..."

"I do regret it, I wish I had made one for you Marybelle. Then we could look back and see how you grew. Compare it with Cassia. I wish I had made one up for you,"

"It's okay..." she nodded,

I sighed as I tried to get Cassia to go to sleep in her little baby basket in the living room, trying to keep her quiet as Benny had been up all night with her so I let him go to bed upstairs for a few hours,

"I wasn't picked up again!" Marybelle yelled as she came in,

"Maybelle!" I told her, "Please... quiet."

"I was forgotten after my therapy again!" she complained hushed,

"I am so so sorry Marybelle,"

"Yeah yeah, you're always sorry... sorry I am not Cassia then my every need would be taken care of!"

"Marybelle, Cassia is an infant! we have to do everything for her! everything! She can't walk! She can't eat! She can't even wipe her own butt!" I complained, "I'm sorry honey. it's just... babies are very hard to juggle," I explained,

"Dad could have come get me."

"He's asleep. and I would really not like to wake him. He's been up all night with Cassia he got no sleep, Yes... I should have woken him to come get you Marybelle but I am very very tired and yes... I forgot. I am sorry."

"You're really struggling aren't you?"

"Babies... are hard honey," I told her,

"... If... If we cancelled my therapy? Could you afford a Nanny? or daycare for Cassia?"

"You don't have to do that Marybelle."

"I know... but I wanna help,"

"Thank you, that's very sweet and very appreciated." I smiled kissing her on the head, "But it's okay, me and Benny can manage and you need your appointments,"

"Okay, and I'll make walking home part of my day. to take it off your plate."

"Thank you, Marybelle,"

"Did you want me to take her? so you can get some rest with Dad?"

"No no you get on with your homework," I told her,

"What did I miss?" Benny asks as he comes down the stairs,

"Your turn," I told him, handing him Cassia, "I'm going to bed."

"Okay, sweetie..." he yawned, "what did I miss?"

"Crying and screaming," I told him

"The usual day. Got it." he nodded, "Ohh Hi Marybelle..."

"Hi Dad," she sighed, "You wanna hand?"

"no no I got the babygirl," He said,

I sighed as I sat down putting Cassia down for a nap sitting with Benny laying my head in his lap,

"uhhh babies are exhausting..."

"Yeah. Imagine marybelle back when I had no help."

"How are you even alive?"

"To be fair... Marybelle didn't cry insistently like Cassia."

"...Y/n Sweetie?"

"Yes, Benny darling?" I yawned,

"...where is marybelle?"

"At school.... right?"

"It's six pm."

"Therapy?"

"Sunday."

"In her room?"

"Her room door was open when I put Cassia down..."

"Oh god-"

"Oh my god where is Marybelle!" I yelled as I got up bolted to the phone and called Lisa's mother,

"Hello?"

"Hi, Carol! is uhhh is Marybelle with Lisa!"

"Yes..."

"Ohh thank god!" I sighed, "She's with Lisa." I told Benny,

"Ohh thank fuck!"

"Can we have a word?"

"Course," she said and minutes later,

"Hi."

"Hi! Marybelle why didn't you say you were going to Lisa's!" I asked,

"I've been here since Friday night."

"WHa- YOU WHAT!"

"Yeah, thanks for noticing!"

"Marybelle we are so sorry we-"

"Didn't even notice! yeah, I gathered!"

"Marybelle please we-"

"It's fine you're dealing with your perfect little girl so I figured I'd just leave. and since it took you till Sunday night to even notice I guess you didn't miss me that much."

"We are so so sorry honey we have had so much going on with your sister-"

"It's fine. I'll stay here. You can move Cassia into my room."

"Marybelle No! please just come home and we can talk."

"Fine..." she sighed hanging up the phone,

"We are bad parents."

"I know..." Benny sighed, "I'm gonna let you lead this one... I don't think

Luckily it wasn't long till a very angry Marybelle was home,

"Marybelle please, we are so so sorry honey, everything has just been insane with Cassia, we never meant to forget about you, please forgive us and we'll do whatever you like next weekend."

"...I know this baby is hard. I get it. but... you fill her baby book once a week. take hundreds of pictures of her. every day you talk about her. you spent all your time with her. and around her. I just... I feel like... I'm an extra piece... like Your a mum, a dad and your little girl and I'm just... here."

"Marybelle you are not just here. you're our girl."

"Not your perfect little baby girl."

"No. you're not our perfect little baby girl. you're our perfect big girl growing up, and we still want to be with you, still want to see you, still want to be in every moment of your life. You are always gonna be our first girl. Our perfect girl. I know it must feel a bit like we are shutting you out. but I promise you we are a family all four of us. Just right now... Cassia needs us more than you do. and it's not that we don't want to be in your life... it's that... you're a big girl, you're growing up, and that is amazing! we want to be as much a part of it as we wanna be in Cassia's but... she needs us to be hands-on. Becuase she's a baby Marybelle. We have to be hands-on with her we don't have a choice." I told her, "It doesn't mean we don't want you here or don't want to be involved."

"You mean that?"

"Of course we do marybelle, Hey? come on honey we'll get a takeaway for tea and next weekend we promise whatever you wanna do and we'll do it as a family," Benny told her,

"Thank you," she nodded, "I'm sorry... I guess I could be a little more understanding given the new baby,"

"It's okay, we should have been more considerate about you. do you forgive us?" I asked,

"I forgive you," she nodded hugging me, I happily wrapped my arms around her and Benny wrapped his arms around us both,

"Family hug," he smiled,

"Almost, without Cassia," she said,

"Please no one move her now she's asleep," I laughed, 

[koifishart]

I want to be Your Koi Fish - special chapters

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>On the mat with Mrs. Hanayama: memories of Matsumito Kozue<

Matsumoto was still shivering at the mention of that evening. She made an appointment with her friends in the city, they spent a very pleasant evening, and then, as usual, split up to go home. Kozue had never been followed by anyone, and this time clearly felt that she was being watched. She tensed mechanically, quickening her pace. She heard people walking behind her. Not even one man, there were several of them. She was scared, even though she had few streets to go, especially since could take refuge with Baki. The sound of the footfall accelerated and it came closer, she began to run, felt someone's hand, a strong jerk, the weight of body on her, and after a while... darkness. She always thought she could at least scream, but it turned out that all she could do was close her eyes, cry silently, listen for the scuffling, and silently pray that the torment would end as soon as possible. Kozue felt them tearing clothes on her, sneaking in where she didn't want anyone but her beloved boyfriend. She didn't know how much time had passed, but at one point it was all over. She felt the sweet, refreshing scent of yuzu, and the people that held her stopped. Instead of tearing her thin blouse and quick breaths, gasps or disgusting comments, she heard the sounds of punches, solid blows, bones cracking, something splashing around. Then probably a knife was put to her throat, after a while it was gone, but she clearly felt something warm running down her arm.

It was no different this time, something warm again, quite thick, but this time on the face. She fell painfully on the hard, battered tatami, hiding mouth in hands. She licked the crack in a hurry, tasted the iron she was slowly getting used to, as well as the hideous stench of the room on the edge of Suginami she had been in for that freak evening. The next morning she woke up in a practically furnished room, next to sat a black-haired woman telling her to get dressed, because they had to go to the hospital, and Kozue knew that despite the amount of kindness she received, for which she would never be able to repay, she would have another, enormous a request, even if she was to beg on her knees or lie down obligingly at Hanabis feet. She was very impressed with how Mrs. Hanayama dealt with Doyle, with whom some of the Tokugawa gladiators had a problem, she was shocked by the hell she had gone through and the path she had consciously chosen ... but Matsumoto couldn't help but take advantage of this incredible opportunity given by fate. She decided to take the same path a little so that she could become more independent.

That was why she was lying again, rubbing her buttock and side, sore from the impact, staring with the expression of a beaten dog at the woman standing in front of her. Legs hip-width apart, hands at the sides, head slightly tilted, so that the loose mane remained on the half of her head, fell slightly on her shoulder. She was dressed in a short, sporty top, a very loose sleeveless blouse tied in a knot in the abdomen, and shorts tightly tied around her massive thighs. She sighed heavily, looking at the lying girl with the expression "I told you so?"

- Get up. Break. - she ordered firmly, heading for the mattresses stacked on top of each other. - And sorry, there were supposed to be no traces...

- No, nothing happened, it's my fault. - Kozue muttered sluggishly, struggling to lift herself. - I'm hopeless.

- Yes, you will not be a champion, but I wouldn't be so strict. - Mrs. Hanayama assessed, sipping pink fluid from her water bottle.

- A woman's body is so weak and imperfect... - she whispered, feeling the tears stinging under her eyelids.

- FOR FUCKING GOD SAKE, GIRL! - Raven-haired snapped at her. - Weak?! Crippled?! Show me a man who would survive childbirth! Month after month, a man who suffers from pain from the most natural and healthy processes in his body! One that takes over life in multitasking mode! You will not find it, I guarantee you!

- But what does that change?

- "What does that change"?! Nature made us just like this, capable of withstanding it all and more! We are to live and give life and also protect it. A real woman is strong and aware of her power, while at the same time overwhelming with inner beauty. - she replied forcefully. - Yes, we are exposed to great pain ... but in all this pain, suffering, what some people think are our weaknesses, our bodies are also designed to give us a sea of pleasure!

Matsumoto blinked quickly. "Seas of Pleasure"? She wondered... she couldn't remember any pleasure in her own body. The only thing that popped into her mind was a night with Baki, but... it's him, isn't it? Not her. How could she even think about it?! After all, it is so embarrassing, pathological, inadequate ... Apparently, she thought too long about the meaning of Mrs. Hanayama's words, because she looked at Kozue with great astonishment.

- The clitoris, such an organ, designed only for "good for you". - she blurted out without pardon. - Between the legs.

Kozue felt she was burning with living fire. She didn't have such an open conversation with her own mother, the wife of the mafioso absolutely surprised her with a direct statement. She didn't know? She knew a little, had pretty good grades in biology, but no textbook was so thorough and simple in its descriptions. So it's her after all?

- Are you ashamed of your existence? - Mrs. Hanayama asked, looking at her searchingly. - So go ahead and kill yourself. Take the knife and stick it into the aorta. It's hard to screw it up, death is pretty quick ... only then a lot of cleaning ...

- Hanabi-sama ... how can you be so direct? - she asked finally, still blushing like a ripe tomato. - It's not appropriate ...

- It would be good if the disc from the spine did not fall out, I am not interested in any more. - the woman muttered, shrugging her shoulders. - Kitsune don't have something as redundant as shame. I can give you a definition, but I absolutely don't feel it.

Kitsune... she mentioned it once, a bit, when asked why such skills came from. According to what she said, Kozue concluded that the Fox-Women were kind of the missing link between a woman and a man, or so it sounded like. Strong, independent, with highly developed battle skills, incredibly volatile, intelligent, and endowed with captivating bodies. Beloved, they grew even more, an unstoppable force. Ever since she met her, she wanted to be, at least in a modest fraction, just like that, to support Baki, not just a burden for him. She still couldn't quite understand what the boy saw in the fights, but she decided not to get in his way, and to help him, for this she needed basic, even minimal skills to deal with difficult situations on her own. That is why she once again rose from the mattress, slightly straddling in front of her opponent, at least partially ready for the next blows. The loose t-shirt fell over long, black pants. Mrs. Hanayama smiled slightly as she jumped off the mattresses and walked over to her.

- I will not teach you martial arts, Kozue. - she announced.

- But you said ...

- It takes a lot of time, a lot of sacrifice to learn martial arts. Besides, I don't think you are fit enough. You'll only hurt yourself in a hurry. - she heard in response. - I promised that I would show you how to defend yourself effectively. I will keep my word. Attack.

She pulled herself together, focusing on everything she had been learning in the last few intense days. It wasn't much, but it was nevertheless enough to deliver a relatively looking blow. It was immediately parried, Hanabi blocked Kozue's hand with hers, while preventing the other from counterattacking with the other. Then she cut her legs, still making sure not to break her shoulder during the fall.

- You need self-defense to fight off assholes like THEM, and martial arts are unnecessary. Sort of. - Hanabi said, almost straddling her hips. - What I want to show you is Krav Maga, a combat system based on the most effective techniques in boxing, ju jitsu, judo, muay thai, wrestling ... and a few others altogether.

- And will I be able to fight? - she asked hopefully.

- If you control your fear in the moment of danger, you will not get killed and cause quite serious damage without risking harm to yourself. Except for a few bruises or maybe a few accidental sprains. Let's be realistic. - The black-haired girl explained, jingling with earrings. - Nice effect, I guess?

- But everything comes at a price. - She looked defiantly, remembering one of their first meetings on the mat. - How will I pay in this case?

- You will have to exercise a little to strengthen yourself after all, run to keep you fit, eat a little more to have strength ... - Mrs. Hanayama enumerated. - For this you need to understand the basics of anatomy, because without it you will not find where to hit to hurt. In other words, time will be your currency here. City rounds, on the other hand, can turn out to be an interesting excuse for a date!

According to her words, Krav Maga was supposed to be a method fairly quick to learn, it even looked like it in the end, but ... one day instead of Mrs. Hanayama, ... he appeared. Tall, broad-shouldered, in a perfectly tailored suit. She saw him extremely rarely, usually when she happened to be with Baki. He walked over to her, right into the shadow that concealed the stairs to the musty room, as if she was waiting for him, adjusted the glasses on his nose. She felt involuntarily shaking from the inside at the sight of the scars cutting across his face, especially since the two were very fresh. The effect was magnified by a dressing on his left eye, she swallowed. He stuffed a large, slashed paw into a jacket pocket. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his men in black jackets standing perfectly straight by a luxurious car. She recognized only the one who hung around with Mr. Hanayama the most.

- Hanabi told me about a woman whom she saved from a hideous fate ... - he muttered. - I didn't expect it to be you, Kozue.

- Y...Yeah ... that's how it turned out ... - she gasped, finally gathering herself. - I owe Hanabi-sama a huge debt of gratitude and ...

- I would say a lot more, but it's her business, not mine. - he summed up dryly. - I only came at her request to tell you that your meetings are being held.

- Something happened? - she said in a fit of apprehension. - Is Hanabi-sama ...

- My wife is temporarily indisposed. - he interrupted her, sliding hand out of pocket. - We don't know how long it will take.

He opened his paw as if he was giving her something. Kozue couldn't believe her eyes. In the very center of the cut skin sat a tiny, white, fur ball, with sharp, pointed ears, pale green eyes, slightly swinging with two fluffy tails. A shimmering purple satin was tied around his skinny neck, with a tiny pin attached to it, identical to the one worn by Mr. Hanayama. Golden, which was the symbol of the clan they both belonged to. The pet looked at her in the same way as the mafioso's wife, when she was surprised Kozue didn't understand something, then sighed heavily, smiled and winked at her.

- Ha... Ha... a... - she muttered, unable to utter a word, finally covering her mouth with her hands.

- I think Baki will explain what happened. - he added, setting the fox on his shoulder. - Now forgive me, it's time for us.

She watched as a muscular yakuza with a crumbly trifle on his shoulder walked away, got into the car, then screeched away from the decaying building on the outskirts of Suginami, where she secretly met his wife, trying to get her head together. He was probably right. She had to finally tell the truth to young Hanma.

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[all-the-things-2020]

Continuing the Way - Chapter Six

Summary: Mariana tells Din and her coworkers the news.

Rating: PG

The moment Mariana walked through the door, Din knew something was bothering her. His plan to tell her about his encounter with Isard was forgotten. “You’re home early. What’s wrong?,” he asked as she dropped her bag on the table. 

“Nothing,” she said. “I just wasn’t getting much work done so I decided to come home and see my favorite boys.” She dropped to her knees and hugged the boys, who had come running as soon as they heard her unlocking the door.

“Mommy, bad man came,” Cabur told her. “Daddy said NO. I said you go! Bad man went away.” He acted out the whole scene, shaking his finger as he told her how Din had said “No” and pointing fiercely as he told her how he’d told Isard to go away.

“A bad man?” Mariana asked, looking up at Din.

He shrugged. “We ran into Jado Isard on the way home from the park,” he said briefly. “I had to tell him no again, but this time I think he got the message, thanks to Cabur.” He tousled the boy’s hair. Ad’ika shot him a sideways glance, but remained silent, letting his brother take all the credit. Din made a mental note to slip Ad’ika a little extra dessert before bedtime.

“Well, that must have been exciting,” Mariana said. “Why don’t we get cleaned up for dinner and you can tell me all about it while we eat?” 

She seemed distracted as she helped him wash the boys’ hands and faces, and picked half-heartedly at her dinner. “Something’s up,” he said quietly, while the boys were busy eating. “Tell me.”

“Nothing,” she said. “Just a little tired.”

Din watched her closely. Her eyes looked a bit red, and the skin around them was puffy. She’d been crying.

“You had that med clinic appointment today,” he realized, blurting it out before thinking. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she insisted, a fake smile on her face. “I’m perfectly healthy, cyar’ika. I just … I have a little problem at work that’s been bothering me.” She shrugged. “I’ll tell you about it later, after the boys are asleep.”

She wouldn’t lie to him, so he took her at her word. Physically, she was fine, which was a relief, and he knew she’d confide in him when she was ready. Still, he did his best to tire the boys out after dinner so they’d be ready for bed early. If Mariana noticed, she gave no indication, her nose buried in her data pad as she studied for her upcoming exams.

Din bathed the boys himself, which he’d been doing a lot lately anyway, with Mariana working late so often and tucked them in with a bedtime story about a baby Mythosaur that he’d made up in desperation one night, and that had become one of Cabur’s favorites. When both boys finally drifted off to sleep, Din kissed them goodnight and went to join Mariana on the couch.

“Okay, they’re asleep,” he said. “So tell me what’s bothering you.”

Mariana put her data pad aside. “I … I just have a decision to make,” she began hesitantly. “One I don’t want to have to make but one that’s unavoidable.”

Din took her hand. “Tell me,” he urged.

She sighed. “You know I’ve been asked to coordinate the bibliography project for the Galactic History Consortium.” He nodded. “And I have classes. And I’m working for Professor Ti’lik.” She paused and he knew she was fighting back tears. “I’m going to have to give up something,” she said quietly. “Either the bibliography project or classes next term. I … I can’t do both.”

“Why not?” Din asked. “I thought Ti’lik was giving you some time off from her research project so you can concentrate on the Consortium project.”

“She is, but … there’s another project that I didn’t know about,” she said with a strange smile.

Din shook his head. “I’m confused.”

“When I was at the med clinic, I asked about replacing my contraceptive implant when it expires,” she said. “But turns out I was a little confused about the dates and it already expired … so I asked if we could replace it now and the doctor said she couldn’t.”

“Why not?” Din asked, although he was starting to suspect the answer.

“Because there’s no point in having an implant when you’re already pregnant,” Mariana said, squeezing his hand.

“A baby?” Din asked. “We’re having another baby?” He knew Mariana had mixed feelings about being pregnant right now but he felt a grin creeping over his face. 

“Yes,” she said. He kissed her, then sat back. Her eyes were brimming with tears.

“You’re happy, aren’t you?,” he asked quietly.

“Of course,” she said quickly. “I just … the timing isn’t good … I was so excited about the Consortium project and I only have a few classes left to finish for my degree.” She pressed her forehead against his. “I don’t know what to do, Din.”

“What do you want to do?,” he asked.

“I want to do it all,” she said, exasperated. “I want to finish my degree, and work on the project for the Consortium, and the project for Professor Ti’lik, and be a good mother, and … I just can’t. I can’t do it all.” She started sobbing quietly and Din wrapped his arms around her.

“Oh, cyar’ika,” he whispered. “You don’t have to do it all. I’m here. We’ll figure this out.” He rubbed her back as she cried onto his shoulder. 

“I can’t give up my job,” she said into his shirt. “We’d lose the subsidized housing, and the health care, and my free tuition. But if I keep working, I can’t take classes next term. Maybe not even the term after that.”

“You can’t quit school,” Din said. 

“But the job is more important right now,” she said. “We’ve got the boys to think of.”

“Then keep working for Ti’lik and give up the Consortium project,” he suggested. “I know it’s a big deal, and a great move career-wise, but getting your degree is the most important thing, after the family.”

She sighed against him. “I know,” she said. “I just … I was supposed to meet with Professor Dane next week to give him an outline of my proposal for the project. Now I’ll have to tell him I can’t do it. I feel like I’m letting him down.”

“You aren’t letting anyone down, cyar’ika,” Din said. “You’re putting your family first. And the project isn’t even really off the ground yet, so it shouldn’t be too hard for him to find someone else to coordinate it.”

He kept on talking, comforting her as best he could, all while the thought, Another baby, another baby, we’re having another babybounced around inside his head. Finally, she pulled away from his shoulder enough to look him in the eye.

“Thank you,” she said. “I know you want to celebrate, and believe me, my love, I am truly happy about this.” She ran her finger down his nose, then let the tip linger on his lips. “I just wasn’t prepared for it.”

He smiled against her finger, then kissed it gently. “It’s a nice surprise,” he said.

“And at least this time when I found out, you were here, not off on some quest to preserve the honor of Mandalore,” she said, snuggling close.

“Um, about that …,” Din said.

She sat up, looking him in the eye. “What?”

“Before I told Isard to get lost again, he told me why he wanted my help,” he said carefully. “He claims to have the location of the wreck of an Old Republic ship that is rumored to have a cargo that included a large stash of beskar. He needs to pay off a debt to a Hutt, and he offered me half of whatever’s left after he pays that off … and all the beskar.” He looked down, ashamed to keep her gaze. “I … I was tempted. For about thirty seconds, until Ad’ika brought me to my senses.”

“We have enough beskar,” Mariana chided him softly, taking his hand and caressing his ring.

“I know,” he said. “That’s why I sent a comm to the Mand’alor before you got home. I told her what Isard told me, and suggested she send someone to ‘persuade’ him to divulge the coordinates to her. If that cache of beskar really does exist, no one deserves it more than the people of Mandalore.”

“And you’re willing to let the glory of repatriating it go to someone else?,” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “A Mandalorian should retrieve it. And I’m not a Mandalorian anymore.”

She kissed him slowly. “No, you aren’t,” she said as she pulled back. “Are you okay with that?”

He slipped one arm behind her to pull her close, while the other pressed against her belly, searching for the child he knew he wouldn’t be able to feel yet, but that he already loved so fiercely. “Yes,” he whispered. “I’m your husband. Ad’ika and Cabur’s father. This child’s father. That’s more than enough for me.”

***************************** The first thing Mariana did when she arrived at work the next day was contact the department secretary to find out Professor Dane’s schedule. He had two lectures in the morning, with a twenty minute break between them, and she set a reminder on her data pad so she could be at the lecture hall in time to catch him during the break.

Then she told Professor Ti’lik the news. “I am overjoyed for you,” Ti’lik said, wrapping here in an embrace so tight, Mariana was afraid she might have damaged a rib. “Bearing an offspring is a tremendous honor among my species. Of course, our gestation is much longer than yours, and entails a great deal of sacrifice of time and physical strength.” She’d told Mariana a bit about the ordeal of bearing her two offspring years ago, of the time spent sitting still so the fragile egg inside her gestation pocket did not break, of the long months after the egg hatched protecting the youngling as it grew in the pocket, of the arduous process of extracting the offspring from the pocket when it had grown large enough to survive in the outside world. It made human pregnancy seem like a minor inconvenience.

“Thank you,” she told Ti’lik once she could breathe again. “I need to talk to Professor Dane between his morning lectures, if that’s okay.” 

Ti’lik huffed. “You don’t have to ask my permission, you know that.”

Mariana fidgeted with the items on her desk, not getting a bit of work done, until it was time to leave for the lecture hall. Professor Dane was just finishing up his first lecture when she arrived, and she waited in the hallway until the last student was gone.

“Mariana!” Dane said when he saw her come in. “I thought our meeting was next week!”

“It is,” she said. “But I needed to talk to you about something that can’t wait until then.”

He waved her further into the room and offered her a seat in the front row of the lecture hall, then sat down next to her. “What is it?” 

She took a deep breath. “I’m … I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline your offer to coordinate the Consortium Bibliography project,” she said quietly.

Dane blinked. “I’m afraid I don’t understand,” he said. “I just got a comm yesterday from Sian Tevv saying you’d asked him to join your team. He was very excited.”

“I know,” Mariana said. “But my situation has changed since I contacted him. I’m not going to have as much free time next term as I thought I would.”

“Why not? Professor Ti’lik said you’re ahead of schedule on her project,” Dane frowned.

“I found out yesterday that I’m pregnant,” she said.

“Congratulations,” Dane said. “But I still don’t understand why you have to give up the Consortium project.”

Mariana shook her head. “I can’t work for Ti’lik and take classes and do the bibliography project and still take care of myself,” she admitted. “I have to keep working, or I’ll lose the subsidized housing and my health care access. And I can’t quit school when I’m so close to getting my degree. My husband and I talked it over and it makes the most sense that I give up the Consortium project now while you have time to find someone else to take over.”

Dan sat back and nodded thoughtfully. “It sounds like you’ve thought this out thoroughly,” he said after a moment, “but you’re forgetting one important bit of information.”

“What?” Mariana asked. “I’ve gone over the situation a million times.” She sighed in frustration.

Dane leaned forward and patted her hand. “One of the requirements for receiving a degree is completing a capstone project,” he said. “I don’t see why you can’t use the Consortium project for that. That way you’ll still earn credits this term without having to take any classes.”

“But, I thought I had to finish all the required courses before I could start a capstone,” she said.

Dane shrugged. “It’s not the way we normally do things, but we don’t normally hire undergraduates as research assistants, either.” He sat forward. “Ti’lik went out on a limb to hire you, and frankly some of us thought she was being a bit foolish, but you both proved us wrong, Mariana. I want you to join the department as soon as you’re qualified, and if we have to make a few unorthodox accommodations to make that happen, so be it.”

She sat back in her seat. Could it possibly be this easy to resolve her dilemma? “You don’t know what a relief this is,” she said after a long moment. “I’ve been fretting about this ….” She started laughing. “I guess that’s why you’re the professor and I’m still the student, right?”

Dane patted her shoulder. “The student will soon surpass the teacher,” he said, “but I’m glad I still have the advantage.” He stood up. “I need to prepare for my next lecture, but we’ll talk more at our meeting next week. And don’t worry about next term. We’ll work it all out. The most important thing is that you take care of yourself and that baby.” He smiled. “Give my best to your husband and those adorable boys of yours.”

Mariana was surprised. She’d never shown Professor Dane any holos of her sons. He chuckled. “Ti’lik showed me a holo she took on the day of the employee picnic,” he explained. “She is quite enamored of the older one. I think it’s because she has those green patches on her arms.” He winked. Ti’lik was very proud of her green patches, which meant she’d borne offspring, but she got gently teased by her colleagues for sometimes going a bit too far to show them off.

Her heart was much lighter as she walked back to the office. Ti’lik was not there, so she took the opportunity to comm Din and tell him what Professor Dane had said.

“Oh, cyar’ika, that’s wonderful,” he said, before ducking out of camera range to grab at something that one of the boys had pulled off the table where he’d propped his data pad. “Leave that alone,” his muffled voice said. “I’m talking to Mommy.” His head popped back into view. “Sorry about that. Cabur distracted me while Ad’ika stole my sonic spanner.”

“What are you fixing that needs a sonic spanner?,” she asked, stifling a laugh.

“Building a spaceship,” he said matter of factly. He held up a jumble of metal about the size of his forearm. “It was decided that the tauntauns need their own ship.” He raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

“Well, good luck with that,” she said. “I’ll be home early tonight.”

“We’ll have dinner waiting for you,” Din said before a loud crash echoed behind him. “Kriff, what are you doing now, Ad’ika?” The comm link went dark and Mariana stopped stifling her laugh. She giggled for a good five minutes before she was able to get her mind back on her work.

Welcome to the circus, little one, she thought, addressing the child in her belly for the first time. Now that the initial shock had worn off, and her worries about work and school had been allayed, she was able to enjoy the prospect of bringing another Djarin into the world. I just hope the galaxy can handle five of us.

[skylertheminish]

Even more dog water writing! Genuine trigger warning though. As pish (rubbish) as my writing is, it will contain bereavement.

Edit: of course this pissing app would crash and lose all of my progress WHILE it was saving. This bloody app has spoiled the mood somewhat and can't really think of a better way to end this small story thing (bet the usual bad spelling and grammar is plentiful too).

Lullaby.

I'm not the kind of person who answers the phone if driving. Even though my car is fitted with an infotainment system, I simply won't risk it if I cannot find somewhere to pull over. And most of my colleagues know this fact about myself. So when I got now less than 5 calls from Kate one after the other I knew it was serious.

I had an appointment to meet up with someone at the docks so had to leave the two knight Pokemon in her care. I had no reason to think anything could go wrong. Both Armarouge and Ceru knew Kate! They get to see her fairly regularly. Hell even the most temperamental of my Pokemon, Bandit the Gallade, trusts their wellbeing with her!

In came the sixth call and a growing sense of worry, and I still couldn't see somewhere to pull over. In comes the seventh and I was fortunate to spot a parking place sign just a few yards away. "Oh thank Arceus!" I thought to myself as I drove over, parked up and was finally able to answer the eighth call.

I was greeted by a worried and stressed Kate.

"Where are you!?" She spoke in a quiet yet agitated voice.

"Still on road to Motorstoke. Couldn't answer-" A lump suddenly appeared in my throat, halting my sentence as I heard Armarouge's calls in the background. Something was causing him distress.

"Kate whats going on?"

Kate gave a sigh before briefing me over what happened. A strange cold feeling washed over me.

"I'm heading back".

I didn't wait for her reply. Just hung up and wasted as little time as I could setting off back home. I had an appointment to meet someone Motorstoke. But this was more important to me!

"... boss woman is gonna have words with me about this".

I landed back home with screeching brakes and a blaring horn. Practically left out of the car not even stopping to turn the engine off. And I'd probably knock the door clean off its hinges if not for Kate opening it before I could. "They're in the sitting room" she told me, a look of concern plain to see on her face. I'd soon join her in that regard. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.

I could see everything through the glass panels on the door. Armarouge standing in front of the tv with his little sister looking on with worry and confusion, shaking badly reaching out towards the tv as it showed a documentary I had saved on the planner to watch and record. A documentary about a Ceruledge said to have been near a century old.

And it was clear he knew this particular Pokemon.

The creek of the door betrayed my presence as I opened it. Startled by the sound, the small knight turned around and looked at me through tearful eyes before wiping them away. Not wasting anymore time, I gently gave the little crying knight the best hug I could muster. "Its alright wee man. Every-" my track of thought halted briefly as Kate entered the room and changed the channel. Giving a small nod before heading out of the room. Best I could do is give her a weak smile as a thanks.

"Everything is gonna be alright."

"And how was everything gonna be alright exactly me?" I heard my thought echo to me. But regardless my words seemed to have done something. Armarouge seemed to have been comforted even if only by a little bit. He was still quivering with tears and the odd whine. He looked at me before burying himself deep in my now tear stained jumper.

"Take as long as ya need, wee man. Don't you worry about anything yeah?" I cooed, feeling his quivering body calm down just a tiny bit. I turned my attention to his worried sister and beckoned her over "same goes to you too lass." Ceru waddled over and joined in the hug, making some soft calls as she hugged her brother as tightly as she could.

Hours later and Armarouge had calmed down. Still visibility upset but had calmed down nonetheless. His sister had long since been put to bed and I left a light hearted film on for the midly but still distressed young knight while I was being told off by my boss in an online meeting. However Ceru would be disturbed from her sleep by a nightmare. I couldn't hear her crying for some baffling reason, but Armarouge did and went to investigate. Upon entering her room he saw her standing in her bed, crying rather loudly and wanting to be picked up the moment she saw her. Armarouge obliged and held her close to him in a hug.

"Arma" Had a bad dream? Don't worry. Everything is gonna be ok. I won't let any bad nightmares hurt you. After finding a seat, He began to hum a lullaby to his sister. The lullaby brought her crying to a gentl blubbering before finally lulling her back to sleep.

After being freedom from the meeting, and my telling off, I went to check on Armarouge and Ceru. As I neared Ceru's room I could hear humming. Peeking through the doorway I learned it was Armarouge. Singing a lullaby to his sister. "Did she wake up while I was busy?" I asked softly, getting Armarouge's attention and a nod. "Figures" I sighed before making my way over and kneeling down.

"... That was your dad on the tv earlier wasn't it? And he taught you that song didn't he?" My question got a slightly tearful reply.

"...a-arma..." he rasped. I gave him a gentle hug before taking his sleeping sister in my arms. "....your dad would be very proud of you ya know. " Armarouge gave me a puzzled look as I wiped away his stray tears with my free hand. "Wondering how I know this? Easy! Can tell because of you. I can tell because you're very kind and try your best to look after everyone, and especially how you take care of your sister". I managed to give him a quick hug with my free hand before standing back up.

"Now then lad. I think you deserve a hot coco! Waddya say?" Armarouge gave a gentle smile and nodded, giving his usual gentle toned call. He was cheering up slowly but steadily. "Alright then, get yourself comfy on the sofa before your sister wakes up again and builds you a fort!".

[borntodie-94]

Derek Hale part 2

Part 10 of series

"We're about ten minutes away She just got sick, Scott are her treatments not working, why isn't she getting better?" He asked

Thud you had passed out, you fell to the left.

Beep beep beep

When you came to you were in the hospital. Scott, and Stiles were talking to mom, Stiles and Scott visibly shaken. Tears stained your moms face, you look at your left arm to see an IV and more tubes then you can count, on you right was a blood pressure cuff, and an oxygen sticker. Your mom walks away, the boys started to talk a bit more.

"So Derek was telling me to anchor myself to something to help control my anger, and it will help me with not shifting." Scott says

"Well I still don't trust him." Stiles announced in defense

"Just be careful scott." You say slightly sitting up, your eyes widen at the amount of pain that shoots through your body as you set up

"Y/n, how do you feel?" Scott asked approaching the bed

"OH like sun shine and rainbows." You mock rolling your eyes

Scott sat down on the bed, his eyes were blood shot red, he's been crying. Stiles stood his distant, but you could see the tears he fought so hard to keep hidden. You had an idea of what was wrong, and you were ok with it,  you gave a weak smile at the boys. The nurse walked in with a fluid bag and some syringes full of medicine.

"Hello Miss.Mccall, this is so you stay hydrated and these are the medicine that goes with your treatment." She says showing you the syringes and bag of fluid

She hooks everything up and pushes what needs to go through your IV, she then leaves, a few minutes later your mom walks into your room.

"Hey, so we are going to start another treatment on top of this one." She says trying to fight the tears and choking on her words

"Can I ask what's wrong with you y/n?" Stiles ask

"Heart failure and kidney failure. It's been like this since we were little" You said looking at stiles

"Oh," He said using the sleeve of his jacket wiping his face

"They put you on the transplant list, but right now it's medication that will help slow down the process and dialysis for your kidneys." You mom said as she looked at all the medical supplies around you

"When do I get to leave?" You asked wanting to get out of the stuffy room

"Tonight, they'll discharge you tonight." Your mom said

You were ready to go home, you hated going to the hospital. After a  few hours the nurse came back with new prescriptions and discharge papers, she took out your IV.

"So y/n next appointment you have is in a week and we're going you put a port on your chest so that giving you medication and dialysis will be easier." She said handing you the discharge papers

----skip

You woke up for school, and started getting ready. When a knock was at your door.

"Hey, mom said you are not going to school today after what happened last night." Scott said as he cracked the door open.

"This is stupid, I don't get why I can't go what the fuck." You said setting down your back pack.

Scott just shrugged and walked away, you thought for a minute on what you could do today, you were going to bike to the old Hale house, and meet Derek and see what he really wanted with your brother. You waited an hour before heading to his house. When you arrived you stopped a good twenty feet and dropped you bike behind a tree. It looked like no one wad hoke, no car out front. You walk up to the front porch, didn't bother knocking you thought no one was there. You walked in leaving the door ajar. The hake house was in shambles, the fire had done number on that house so many years ago. Some floor boards were caved in, cobwebs hung and dangled from the rafters. You heard story's growing up of why the fire had happened, each one worse then the last.

"Who are you, And what are you doing in my house!" A booming voice shot from the top of the stairs. Your eyes shot to the stairs to see a silhouette of a man illuminated by the sun.

"What do you want with my brother scott!" You shouted. The man jumped from the stairs to the floor.

"You're Scott's sister, I don't see the resemblance." He said squinting and circling you.

"I'll ask again, before I kick your ass. What the hell do you want with my brother!" You screeched

"I want him in my pack." Derek said as he looked you up and down, he garbed your arm and his veins turned black, he winced and grunted in pain, as your pain started to disappear. " You wouldn't be able to kick my ass you're into much pain McCall." Derek said as he took his hand off your arm.

"One, thank you for whatever you just did, second you can call me y/n, three my brother would never you join your pack." You declared staring deep into his eyes

"How would Scott feel if he found out his best friend and his sister were fucking, before you ask how I know this you reek of stiles." He said through clenched teeth.

You looked at him in dismay, you couldn't trust him. How could your brother trust him, you walk at of his house back to your bike and head home. Scott would be home in three hours, you were going to do more research on werewolves wail you were waiting for him to get home. 3 hours had passed, you hadn't heard Scott come home, until he opened your door seeing you pack a bag to go somewhere for the night.

"Where are you going?" He asked

"Imma go stay at Lydia's tonight, is that ok." You replied

"I don't care, let mom know, and don't forget your medication, have fun don't be stupid." He says walking away

"I'm not leaving yet, I'll leave at 9, I have to make dinner so you can take some to mom!" You yelled after him

The truth is that your weren't going to spend the night at Lydia's, you were going to spend the night at stiles, you knew he wouldn't be home at 9, so you were going to surprise him. Dinner took longer than you thought by the time you were done it was already 8pm. You let Scott know dinner wad done, then you grabbed your bag and went out to your bike, and rode to stiles's. Mr. Stilinski's car wasn't there nor was Stiles jeep, you knew the door was locked, but stiles never locked his window. There was this old tree that you and the boys use to climb out onto from Stiles’s window, you climb the tree, your bag on your back. You came to the branch that reached his window, you lifted the window open and threw your bag onto his floor before crawling in through the window. You fell to the floor with a thump.

[mcrcosantos]

Marco glanced down at his hands in his lap. He knew this question was coming, had decided before he'd even made the appointment how he would navigate it. But still, he could feel pinpricks of anxiety starting to build within his chest. This part had to go perfectly. He had no idea if you could tell your lawyer, or rather potential lawyer, that you had basically perjured yourself. "I was charged with breaking and entering." he finally answered, keeping his gaze on his hands for a moment before looking up at her. "I found my brother breaking into someone's house one night, so I went in after him to get him out. But the cops showed up and they found me." It was the truth, just minus the part that he had intentionally taken the fall so his brother could escape. That was what killed him the most about this situation. He'd taken the fall in the hopes that Juan would step up and use the second chance Marco had given him to be a good father to Gabi. Instead, he had wasted it. Marco's sacrifice had truly been for nothing.

"I served five years out of a seven year sentence and was let out early for good behavior. I've had weekly, scheduled check in's with my parole officer, whose card I can give you if you'd like to speak with them, and passed every impromptu visit they've made." he answered. He hated that this was his life now, justifying to everyone he met his 'goodness'. But then she asked about Gabi's mother and that was a topic he found much easier to talk about. "Gabi's mother ran off as soon as she healed from her c-section. She left in the middle of the night with a note that said, "I just can't do this." and we've never heard from her since. I don't think Juan, my brother, even knows where she is now. Gabi is six, so that was almost six years ago. Her family were never really in the picture, as far as I know. She lived with a friend of her mother's, I believe. But I don't know why." Poor Gabi didn't deserve to have such crappy luck in regards to who her parents were, but she did.

His family's situation was a lot easier to explain. "My grandparents raised Juan and I from when I was 10 and Juan was 7. My mother died when I was 5 and my father struggled taking care of the two of us on just one salary. So when he got a really good paying job that required him to travel a lot, he asked my grandparents to take care of us so we wouldn't have such an unstable childhood of moving around a lot." he explained with a shrug. It had hurt at the time, but eventually Marco came to understand his father's decision. "My brother came to see me a few times while I was in jail, but once he heard I was getting out early, he split. I think he knew how pissed I'd be at him because I told him over and over to use this time he'd escaped from being in jail to be a good father to Gabi. Neither me, nor my parents have heard from him since I've been out. I've been staying at his apartment and he hasn't been home since. It's been almost six months, so I dunno if he's coming back." Marco couldn't help the disgusted shake of his head as he explained his brother's cowardice. He didn't know what he'd do if he ever found Juan again, but it wouldn't be a fun time for the youngest Santos, that was for sure. "A few years into my sentence, a friend of mine, who I'd asked to keep an eye on Juan and Gabi, showed up at Juan's and found Gabi crying in her crib by herself. Juan wasn't home. Nobody was. She could tell Gabi had been there for a while, so she called my abuela and they came to take Gabi away. She's been staying with them ever since." Once he had finished explaining, Marco let out a breath. This was the furthest he had gotten with a lawyer. No one had even given him the chance to even explain his situation before. He appreciated her hearing him out. "I know the odds are stacked against me, Dilan, but I've got to try." he added, a determined look on his features.

Dilan was silent, only taking some notes as he spoke and revealed the whole story to her. Finally, when he was done, she leaned back in her chair and thought for a moment before she spoke. "I won't lie, you having gone to prison before will make custody matters hard." Dilan informed him. Typically they didn't even help a mother or father, and he was an uncle trying to get custody. "I'll need to know all the details of your time. From what you were accused of, tried for, and the details of your time served. Also, any contact with any parole office you had or may have." Dilan needed to now all the details of his criminal record before she could fully say if it would be impossible or not for him. "Next, what happened to the mother? And to her family?" He said his brother was out of the picture, but there certainly had been a mother at some point and she needed to know what she and her family were like as that would come into play. Never mind that judges tended to like giving custody to the mother or to her family. "And finally, let's talk about your family. You said your brother has disappeared. Do you or anyone know where he is? You mentioned your grandparents, but never any parents. What happened to your parents? And if your brother has disappeared, where has your niece been staying, and how long has he been gone for?"